Will Write For Coffee

and food and vacations, too.

Month: February 2016

The Butterfly Effect

The Butterfly Effect

We all have read or heard about The Chaos Theory or The Butterfly Effect. How systems are highly sensitive to initial conditions. How everything is unpredictable. How a seemingly insignificant decision taken today has a drastic outcome in the future.

A butterfly flaps its wings in New Mexico and a hurricane occurs in China. For the hurricane to occur in China a few months down the line, the butterfly must flap its wings at that precise moment. Everything you do or say or don’t do or don’t say is a decision you are making and that will have repercussion in future.

We are rarely mindful of our actions. But since we do not know how the future will unfold, does it really matter? You may invest a certain amount in bank deposit, which seems like a very secured option today, but we really do not know whether at the time of maturity of the deposit, whether the bank will collapse and your investment gone.

We are in the situation we are today because of the choices we made, and sometimes, by the choices others made. You meet someone, fall in love, but the other person decides to walk out of your life. It was your decision to fall in love, but not yours to walk out of it. So, are you also in the situation you are because of the choice the other person made? But then, it could also point out to the fact that before he/she chose to walk out of your life, you chose to fall in love with that person. So, yes, by extension, it still is your choice.

So what exactly do you do? Do you sit around, waiting for things to come your way, thinking that you are destined to get whatever you get, irrespective of your efforts or do you go out and fight, despite knowing that the Universe is a bitch?

I don’t know.

I think I’ll pray.

Purab Aur Paschim

जब ज़ीरो दिया मेरे भारत ने
भारत ने मेरे भारत ने
सहिष्णुता का स्तर तब पता चला
टी आर पी  की भाषा भारत में
मीडिया को पहले सिखलायी
देता ना दशमलव भारत तो
ट्विटर पर .@ रिप्लाई देना मुश्किल था
न्यूज़ और व्यूज में फर्क का
अंदाज़ा लगाना मुश्किल था
अभद्रता जहाँ पहले आई
पहले जन्मी है जहाँ पे छल
अपना भारत वो भारत है
आज से बेहतर था कल
बीते कल पे गर्व रहा
आज पे हम को प्रश्नचिन्ह है
आने वाला कल पे आशा है
देश फिर से गुरूर होगा
हो प्रीत जहाँ की रीत सदा
मैं गीत वहाँ के गाता हूँ
भारत का रहने वाला हूँ
भारत की बात सुनाता हूँ
जातिवाद का भेद नहीं
हर दिल से हमारा नाता है
कुछ और न आता हो हमको
हमें प्यार निभाना आता है
जिसे मान फिर लेगी सारी दुनिया
मैं बात वो ही दोहराता हूँ
भारत का रहने वाला हूँ
भारत की बात सुनाता हूँ
जीते हो किसी ने देश तो क्या
हमने तो दिलों को जीता है
जहाँ धर्म पे नाम पर लाशें नहीं
सिर्फ प्यार बिछाया जाता है
इतने पावन हैं लोग जहाँ
मैं नित-नित शीश झुकाता हूँ
भारत का रहने वाला हूँ
भारत की बात सुनाता हूँ
इतना साफ़ बेहता पानी नदियों में
औद्योगिक कचरा नहीं बहते इसमें
इतना आदर पत्थर तो क्या
इंसान को भी सम्मान दिया जाता है
इस धरती पे मैंने जनम लिया
ये सोच के मैं इतराता हूँ
भारत का रहने वाला हूँ
भारत की बात सुनाता हूँ

Tragedy Tourism And Political Mileage

“Tragedy Tourism” is a thing these days. The moment a tragic incident happens, politicians and wannabe politicians head for that place to show their ‘solidarity’ with the victims. What gets me is the fact that they always make a spectacle of such visits.

Whether it was the Dadri incident or the recent death of a student in Hyderabad. It is sad, these incidents, but the way some people tried to gain political mileage out of them is even worse.

Rahul Gandhi visits these places, puts a garland on the picture of the person who died, keeps a 12 hour ‘fast’ to demand justice. All these actions have zero significant output. Security is tightened because Yuvraj is visiting, and he will then make speeches, blaming politicians, forgetting he himself is one, and will go home till another such incident takes place. But then he is de facto leader of opposition and like a brat who is used to having his way with the system, the country indulges the Dynasty’s favourite child.

Arvind Kejriwal, on the other hand, is a Chief Minister of Delhi. He makes Rahul Gandhi look better. He has perfected the art of not doing any work and blaming the “centre” for not letting him do any work. He is like the crazy psychotic girl on Twitter who goes on a sly tweet rampage when she gets ignored and muted for being nasty. It is sickening to see his political moves. Oh, not saying the other political parties are any good, but hey, isn’t that the plank on which Aam Aadmi Party was built? Wasn’t it a political party which was truly a common man’s party? Wasn’t it supposed to have honest people running the government? How are they any better if they will stoop down to levels of other parties? Or in such cases, stoop down so low that existing parties look better? Arvind Kejriwal, you have disappointed more than I have disappointed my father by my life choices.

And then there are Twitter activists. They go visiting the families, “to share grief” and carry a photographer along, so they can post on Twitter about their ‘adventure’. When you ask them questions like if they carried a photographer along to click pictures when they were showing solidarity, they start calling you names! The get into an offensive, like this.IMG_1143 IMG_1144 IMG_1145 IMG_1146 IMG_1147 IMG_1148 IMG_1149

Ah, well. At least now we know some people take a photographer along when they visit grieving families.

But did I grieve for Rohith? No. Honestly, however tragic his death is – I have no personal connect to him. I am sorry he had to commit suicide for whatever cause he was fighting, but I am not grieving for him.

I did not feel the need to reach out to his parents. It is sad their son committed suicide. But, I am sorry that I don’t feel the need to be politically correct and ‘stand in solidarity’ with Rohith.

Does that make me a bad person? I don’t think so.

But well, I guess, should I consider joining active politics, taking a cameraperson to click my pictures while I ‘stand in solidarity’ will be the first step.

Moving On

“Talking to you does not make me happy anymore,” he said.

She was shattered. Things were not great between them. Some communication gap had creeped up between them. But doesn’t that happen in every relationship? Doesn’t every relationship go through ups and downs? Good days and bad days? But you make them work, right?

But he had said words which cut deep.

Because deep down, she had realised what he said was true, she just was not ready to accept it herself. There was a ray of hope she was clinging on to – this is just a phase – and suddenly, the cushion was no longer there.

His words got hurtful. Those were momentary, though. The hurtful words would come like a fizzy soda. And moment those words were spoken and out of his system, he was back to normal. Like he never said those words.

She dismissed those outbursts as ‘everyone has those moments’, but pretty soon, she realised she was the only one in the relationship who was still in love.

And one day, as she sat, reflecting on how they slowly grew apart, the realisation struck her as a bolt of lightning. The feeling of indifference slowly creeping in. On his actions, his words, his behaviour. She realised how she does not mind not knowing what he has been up to the whole day.

That it has started to stop mattering to her. She does still care. She still does love him. But the process of moving on has started.

She is slowly coming to terms that she does not need to talk to him to be happy.

Because in love, it is all or nothing. If it is not all, it is nothing.