Showing posts with label People. Show all posts
Showing posts with label People. Show all posts

Monday, August 19, 2024

A Note On Why I'm Reverting To My Real Birthday On 20th August

By Sadho Ram

A decade ago, I made a decision to celebrate my birthday on the 1st of January despite not being born on that day. At the time, it made more sense given my journey. For those who may not be in the loop, let's just say, it wasn't all that pretty. You can read more on the link above.

A decade has passed and I've gone on to celebrate every 1 January since 2015 as a way to mark my 'birthday' with the loved ones in my life.

However, things have since changed — for the better.

My 
horizon is now vibrant with the arrival of a new Moon that has brought greater joy in my life. And so — to paraphrase the words of Christopher McCandless — I've decided I'm going to live this life by being free of the shackles of my past because the simple beauty of the present is just too good to pass up.

But above all, what matters is that I'm truly happy now and I want to share this happiness with her. And I'm not going to hesitate to make any excuses if that means I get to
 live a life filled with abundance with my partner.

I was born on 20 August 1986, among my mum's happiest moments. I no longer wish to undermine this memory of her, given how I've reclaimed my sense of identity.

I would like to express my gratitude to all those who have, for a decade, indulged my whim to celebrate 1st January as my birthday. You all have been kind and understanding with it, and I hope you all will offer the same understanding now.

Thank you.

And since it's my birthday today, let me be the first one to wish myself the happiest — a long overdue — birthday :)

You may send me your birthday wishes either via Instagram or Twitter.
And if you would like to send gifts, here's my wishlist 🐒

Monday, March 3, 2014

Just Another Monday Afternoon..

By Sadho Ram

I look forward to my Mondays as others may look forward to their Sundays. Its the day when I can choose to stay in bed for as long as I want and not worry about anything. Some days the Mondays are exciting, some days dull. It's a natural cycle.

Today is Monday. I am inside the quilt, reading Hanif Kureishi's 'The Last Word', a brilliant novel about an aspiring writer paid to write a biography of a larger than life writer.

N is sleeping next to me with her face resting on my right arm, while her right arm resting comfortably on my stomach. It feels good to have her by my side while I am lost in the world of my own. Relaxed, calm and in the moment to experience its comfort. N's warm breath feels soothing, almost like as if caressing.

She woke up for a second, apologized for dozing off, turned towards the other side, while putting her left arm on my thighs and going back to sleep again. I look at her, and go back to reading the novel, while waiting for the engineer from LG to come to repair the microwave at my place. 

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

A Comment On How We Make Anything A Norm In This Society

By Sadho Ram

Sexist representation of women is not something that is new. In fact it's so widely and regularly done, that most of the times we don't perceive it as sexist. And when we do, we either try to ignore it or simply shrug it off as 'it goes' attitude (and for those who object, we tell them to have a sense of humour).
You see, that's the thing about how such things -- things that never should have happened in the first place -- become a norm in the eyes of the society.
Every sexist representation of women that -- we accept, ignore, shrug off OR lecture others to have a sense of humour about -- only adds to the norm. It only, each time with more authority, establishes it as something that's not wrong, something that's cool and something that is not happening, because that's what every sexist representation of women tries to prove.
And, it won't stop. Because, thanks to each one of us, sexism has indeed been made to appear as if it doesn't happen anymore. Or so it seems.

And that's how you make a norm.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Parasites!


By Sadho Ram

…and you thought I’m dead. And you celebrated my death. And you laughed. Hysterically. Insanely. Knowing that I’m dead. That I now am burnt to cinders. And you uttered your frustration of not being able to utter it while I was living. While I had what you considered not mine. But yours.

You feared that I would bring you out of your ignorance. Your age old slumber. Your blind hope. You feared that I would shatter your love for superficial things. Artificial beliefs. And you panicked. You shivered in your slumber. And you decided to kill me. You decided to hang me by my own rope. And you did it. You killed me in your foully ignorant thought. And now you are moaning? Because you know it hurts. Now you feel the pain that I told you would.

But you are afraid. Still too weak to show it. So you laugh. So you celebrate your own failure. Your own death at your own hand. You… you ignorant son of a conscious whore. You loathing seed of a foolhardy man.

You know it takes honesty. And you know it well. That thing called honesty to confront honesty. As it takes a hand to shake another. As it takes lips to kiss another. But you did never consider it a part. It was just a trait. It was only an option for you. A mere excuse for you to hide. To take refuge when you needed. When your own failure haunted you. So you played a game. A game of seeing the reality as it should and accepting the make-believes as it was intended. And what did you do, you courageous carrier of deceit and failure? You chose the latter!

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Of Vultures of The World and Lovesick Crow!

By Sadho Ram


‘When the ‘sexed’ vultures of the world are eyeing the cuckoo,’ I said to my friend, ‘She doesn't fall for the ‘love-sick’ crow.’

‘Crow?’ asks the friend.

‘Yes, you idiot, that's me.’

Hell, the ‘crow’ still makes an effort though, however lame it is. And then vultures yell and the ‘horny-ies’ bark- ‘bow, bow... look at him! Got what he deserved. (bow, bow, and bow) instead of kissing she pissed on him, bloody piss-taker... bow, bow.’

I howl back ‘fuck-woof, you bastards.’

‘Damn, have I become an animal too?’ I then think. Yes, yes, yes... that's what her ‘socially cultured’ rejection has caused. A loud cry of pain erupted within and an animal was aroused. Ho, Ho, Ho, Haw, Haw, Oo-hoooo!

‘Is it a crime to like a ‘blue legged’ bitch? Or is appreciating her is committing a sin?’ The animal in me now gets thinking.

Ha!

‘You see now, O’Dea’ friend, what the ‘... cultured’ rejection has found? The ‘creepy & awkward’ animal which eats ‘sweet candy floss’ gets profound.’ Oo-hoooo!

‘So, what’s the end conclusion, my animal friend?’ – Inquires the sane.

One of the vultures gets the cuckoo,
Takes her high on his flight, yuhoo!
Then ignores her plight
And bangs her tight!

‘That, my friend, is my version of conclusion, mixed with total jealousy and oozing hatred as perfect solution.’

Saturday, July 13, 2013

You and Your Lunacy

By Sadho Ram

There dwells an ugliness
in these perversely disgruntled eyes
seeing, witnessing and distastefully savoring
the loathsome ugliness of yours, and your existence
that you, ever so miserably, oh so naïvély, try to cover

to put a pitiable façade, consumed by the ignorance and
filled with the belief that rots the pores of your stinking skin
and bottled up lies, dressed and well-prostituted,
Sold in the name of hope and miracle..

Ah, you and your lunacy, pleasures me much!

Saturday, June 1, 2013

The Ever Futile Search For Substitutes

By Sadho Ram

Strange kind of species we are – we humans! Always crying and moaning over the gone era. Always reminiscing about the time went by. Almost living in the past we are. We cry over the fact that no one writes letter these days. But we forget another fact, much stronger – that we are now more connected to each of those people who matters to us, and also connected to the world like never before.

The news of our loved one’s reaches to us in an instant. We now don’t have to wait for weeks and months to hear from them. They are just a call or a message away, always at reach. Though far but still near, almost as if close, as close as we want them to be.

I’m aware though that the kind of emotions letters often carried is lost due to our today’s instant messaging, but then aren't we ourselves are responsible for it?

Our hunger, which can well be called as vulgar greed for more, makes us blind. So blind that in our attempt to explore, we go to such length and height that we actually become monsters, and eat away what gives us satisfaction and then search for substitutes in the name of betterment. But there is no substitute for such stuff in life. There never was, there never will.

So either embrace the new sun or die sulking. The choice is yours, because whatever happens here, you are included. For if this is a crime, then yes, you are a partner-in-crime!

..and oh, you cannot exist by trying to escape the reality, and the sooner you realize the better you will be able to embrace the world as it is!

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Condemn a Writer to Hell and When a Poet Dies. Rejoice. Celebrate!


By Sadho Ram

Writing is a profession of the downtrodden and despicables. For there is nothing more disgraceful than being a 'writer.' For writers are but the carrier of unfulfilled dreams and failed destinations. And, they deserve your strongest of contempt. Condemn them to hell (if such a place exists), or simply neglect them and they will die the very death they keep frightening you with.

And, there's nothing more disgusting a creature than a poet, you see. For a poet's imagination is the reason behind the sadness that prevails in other peoples lives. Precisely the reason why I keep saying that the lives of others depends on a poet and his illusionary imagination. Which is nothing but a sad, sad reality in this sadistic world.

You see what a poet does is not simply write poetry (which at times is shittier than the shittiest of shit the mankind produces in abundance every morning).

What a poet does is that he essentially cripples the mind of the people.

You will ask how?

Well, a poet makes you a slave to his words and stops you from thinking for yourself. And once you become a slave to a poet's work, you start depending on him for things you would never depend on others. For his words don't give wings to your imaginations. They only act as an illusion. It's his own imagination in which you are made to fly or something like that. You start depending on him in such a manner that you expect him to give words to your emotions, expressions to your motions, and tell you how things work. And I will be honest with you here, to me that is just pathetic.

So when a poet dies. Rejoice. Celebrate!


Throw a party and use the pages from his books as napkins, and before you toss the used pages away, make sure the words appear like as dark, unreadable blots. For that is the kind of respect he deserves. For you see, the day a poet is born, is the day mankind dies a death.

Therefore, do not ever mourn a poet. And, never cry for a writer whom you condemned to hell.


Monday, May 13, 2013

Why A Pimp Deserves More Respect Than A Poet Should Ever Get!


By Sadho Ram

There are chances that a Pimp will have more respect for your money than a Poet will ever have for your emotions.

Agreed that the profession of a Pimp is to sell flesh―alive, breathing flesh that has been oppressed to satisfy the naked but natural hunger dwelling inside those dogs who walk the nights on two legs with another hanging in between. But the profession of a Poet is far more worse and loathsome.

You see, a poet not only uses your naivety to lure you in―therefore making you his slave, he even captures the most essential, the most important part of you―your mind and makes you his puppet, and then plays with your emotions in manners that even when you want to curse him, you end up appreciating the myth he created in front of your gullible eyes.

So you see, what a Pimp does is no doubt degradable and should be condemned to the very core of it, but what a Poet does for a living should invite the wretchedest of criticism. And while you condemn the profession of a Pimp (but not the Pimp himself), it IS the Poet himself that you should condemn and condemn like you have never condemned anything else (maybe even to death).

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Be In The Moment!


By Sadho Ram

Be in the moment. I'm learning to be. You too can try, it's not that hard, you see.

Smile when something good happens, cry when you feel down. Don't hold yourself back, don't put a leash on your emotions thinking that this moment will pass. It will, yes. But that doesn't mean you stop appreciating the moments in your life that makes you feel―be it anything, good or bad―doesn't matter!

What matters (and should only actually matter) is that you enjoy the very moment in which things may be perfect and not ruin it by contemplating that soon it will not be the same. I know it's damn hard to control the urge to not let the negativity do the waltz inside you, but until and unless you try, and try you with all that you hold inside, how can you succeed?

I mean things are never the same, are they? So shouldn't we focus our attention on the present situation (whatever it may be) and take it as it is?

Remember, life is what happens to you in the present when you're too busy making plans for future!

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

I Will Be Judging You!


By Sadho Ram

I will judge you on the basis of what you do for a living and I will judge you on the premise of your thinking. I will judge you in every single step you taketo move ahead or to step back! I will judge you by the colour of your skin and by the tone of your voice and the manner in which you speak.

I will judge you in the light of the day and in the darkness of the night. I will judge you by the language in which you take pride and I will judge you by how you treat those who doesn't. I will judge you by the religion you follow, and by the beliefs you stand by. I will judge you for your godlessness. I will judge you by how you judge others. I will judge you in your worst. I will judge you in your best and I will judge you even in your mediocrity and by the hypocrisy you possess. I will judge you no matter.

For I am the society that commands and rules over you, and so I will judge you by the name you go by and I will judge you by who you claim to be and I will judge you for blaming others of being judgmental of you. I will judge you in your dreams and in your nightmares too. I will judge you in everything you do.

For I am the source where you come from, and so I will judge you by how you eat, walk and sleep. I will judge you for every whistle you blow. I will judge you when you are not wearing much and more so when you are fully covered.

I will judge you, I will judge you, yes, I will judge you ― whenever I so wish to do.

You tell me, what are you going to do?

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

My Idea of Romance!

By Sadho Ram

Author's note: It was written back in 2010-11, as a result of a very lengthy discussion on my Facebook profile about how when we associate ourselves with a cause, IT IS our moral obligation to fight for it till the end. No matter what. To be honest, this is an incomplete write-up of the whole idea of romance that I have, but sadly haven't been able to get down to it and complete it. Maybe, someday I will, let's hope! For now, this is what it is..

The word – Romance, regardless of the magnitude it carries in its meaning, is but a much underrated word. It though continues to flourish today, but its reach as well as its breeding is limited. Its usage in terms of the way people use it, is barricaded to emotional love between the two human species – male and female. But Romance is not limited to just between these two flesh and bone subjects. As such, as it never should have been, but shockingly it has, either forcibly or deceptively. Today, when I look around, I see no Romance. Oh, leave romance; I see not even a tint of it.

There is this other thing called self gratification prevailing all around the Globe in a manner and speed, which is beyond any earthly comparisons. People, in their desire (which too, get born by /from observing the activity of other people) to be different in a manner they think that will make them attain uniqueness, are but becoming impostors.

To explain my above statement, I will request you to consider, for instance, the “Save Tiger Campaign” (in India) by several media houses and corporate organizations. Whatever has been done has only been done on papers and screens only. That too, without any, and I can say this much that with Zero concrete outcome. TEHELKA’s Chilling Exposé is the blatant proof!
As “Save something campaigns” have become fashion statements these days, people pick one depending on their choice/life-style, as they pick clothes, and then make some noise. What happens after that, no one gives a damn! Whether that “something” lived, died or whatever is of no concern for anyone. Because what matters for them is the visibility of their campaign, the self gratifying pleasure that they squeeze from it. Not the authenticity or the purpose for which that particular campaign was initiated.
And I’m not generalizing everyone in this generalized statement. I understand what certain people – the artistic kinds and few other tribes; feel or might feel about issues and factors affecting and plaguing our society, and I’m in very much in awe towards this nature of theirs and carry tremendous amount of respect for them in my heart. But that is not the point here, the point is, people today are applying the “herd mentality”everywhere they can or want to, and in everything. And this is very dangerous, because, while they are at it, they are at the same time also not aware of their selves being at it. It’s like sleep-walking. You are walking, but you do not know you are indeed walking, because you are not awake, therefore, not aware.
You don’t start or initiate a campaign just because your neighbor did and got famous. You ought to have something concrete to do so, something valid. Something which gives you not just the self gratification, but the purpose of fulfillment because of the initiative and the steps taken in regards of it. You ought to have the gut to fight it out, even if it demands your blood. Yes, blood!
I know all this sounds too ridiculously romantic but then that is the purpose of it, that you make love – Romance – to it. As this is the way you make love to something or someone. To speak in the tone you would understand – it is something that when you feel about someone in a very emotional manner. Say, for the most simple example, if you are a man and feel for a woman, and are willing or are determined to do anything that circumstances or in circumstances she might demand you to do, and you will do it, without much consideration of the outcome that your action might have on you or on your life personally. Because you know, if not for her, your life has no other purpose or meaning. Because you have given away yourself to that cause which is her. Because you realize she is your purpose or campaign, which you must save, because you initiated it, and now she is your duty above everything and everyone else.
So, when you feel about some issue affecting a certain section of society, you ought to have that romantic attitude you are supposed to have when you are in love with a woman as a man or towards a man as a woman or in similar sex and are willing to do absolutely anything for your partner’s sake.
And this is my idea of romance, where I attain ultimate freedom only when I give myself completely to the cause which I have chosen. And it does not necessarily need to be a social one, nor does it need to be for the betterment of humanity or any such kind. My cause can perfectly be me. I can be my cause and dedicate myself towards it. As for me, life is too small to live for others, I live it for myself. I do not help anyone. I do not intend to do so. Although certain people, at certain time, may have or might benefit from my actions. But that’s purely non-intentional and also completely coincidental.
When speaking about the ‘whole’, I understand the limitations that a certain major section of it has, carries, or builds. But that’s precisely what’s it’s all about that all those limitations are but the creation of their mind, their own self. As my friend, Mrinal, phrased it up perfectly – “The defined capacity, the sphere of life beyond which they can’t tread.
So, WHO defines the capacity but, the sphere of life beyond which they can’t tread?
Well, it’s the same person, who wants to support the cause or dedicate his or her life towards it. And if that person starts freeing himself or herself rather than restricting or limiting himself or herself with preconceived notions, conventional rules and regulations and boundaries then there would actually be no “defined capacity, the sphere of life beyond which he or she can’t tread“.
Consider this little analogy; a man is like a lion. A wild one. Angry yet calm! But at the same time restless too. He walks as if he rules the land beneath and he looks at the sky as if he is acknowledging the fact. As he should, indeed! The entire earth is his forest; he roars and with it thunders the entire vicinity, he hunts and hunts like a king ought to do – with ferocious wildness! But he does all this, while he is free. Once he is caged, behind the iron bars, for the entertainment of mass, in the name of hypocrisy born from the mass’s own greed, he is no more than a motor-operated toy. He is not there, inside that cage with his own wish or choice, but is there, forced, by outer forces. And so, he now awaits the two moments, the first of his approaching last breath and the second of reproaching hope of his freedom before his death, because he is unable to do anything else. But man isn't  he though resembles the lion, but is above him in something a lion can never have – mental superiority and the ability of rational clarity which comes from within but is realized by endurance of years and years of desire to have what he wants, what he deserves and what belongs to him – his self. His own self, or to say in simple manner – freedom. Because, no life, without a cause or purpose, irrespective of its nature, can ever attain the freedom which belongs to it and for which it longs.
Life, without it – cause or purpose, is exactly like that caged lion, who knows that freedom of wild is what he deserves but he will never have it, until he frees himself from the cage. In the similar manner, you might know what you want or deserve, but will never have it, till you make yourself wholly committed to it.
So, in my idea of Romance, if someone is voicing his or her opinion on a certain issue, say for example, the disgusting whiff coming from the gutter, it does not necessarily mean that he or she have to go literally down under the gutter to clean it. He or she can implement/execute means via his or her opinion to do so. But he or she has to be completely romantic towards it i.e. truly committed at voicing it out till it’s finally heard and done by the concerned parties/agencies/department undertaking the particular job.
In romance, what matters is that when you feel about it or for it, you be true to it, in whatever form that you find yourself drawn to it. Like for some men, when they are in love with the woman they dream about, all that matters to them is that they keep looking in her eyes. Nothing else matters. In the similar manner, if one is romantic about voicing just his or her opinion, one should just do it. And keep doing it. Continually. Voice it out. Simple. Straight. Voice. Voice. Voice and voice. Because for that person, voicing out his or her opinion, in the idea of romance, this is what will define it and the true purpose of it. That he or she be true to himself or herself and the path that he or she chose. And did not just pick it up, because the passerby was doing it or for better excuse, oh, my neighbor or the person I admire is speaking for it.
And it doesn't matter that people or organisation and governments will listen to you or there will be some concrete actions be taken upon your voicing out your opinion on the issue, however valid. But what matters and what actually should only matter is that no person, organisation or government can tell you to shut up and sit down. Because you know what you are doing and why you are doing. Because you know you are right and you have a right to voice your ‘voice’ till the time you are being true to your purpose. But, whatever you do, whatever you may oppose or support, whatever means you may take for the cause, the purpose, or your romance, should never be at the expense of other people’s life.
And that is My Idea Of Romance!

First published on Youth Ki Awaaz

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

We Are The System!


By Sadho Ram

If the system is represented by the criminals or people who are charged under criminal offences, who therefore are elected by the society, which therefore is a result of who and what we are, than are we not the biggest of all criminals? We blame the politiciansthose who come to power courtesy our votesfor everything that is wrong with the country today, but we fail to see that we are the root cause of everything. We're the most corrupt. Hiding in plain sight, not letting go of even one opportunity where we get to put the blame on the politicians and how this system is being run.


For example, consider this:
If the system is a tree, the politicians its leafs and fruits, then we are indeed its root, and it is because of us, our apathy, ignorance and arrogance coupled with insane amount of regionalism, casteism, religious-favouritism that has resulted in the tree being forever shaken, leafs being perpetually dry and its fruits being horribly rotten.



What am I trying to say?



Don't blame. Period.

Want to do something? Then embrace the very blame and before stepping out to change the world, change yourself!

Even the Gandhi said something similar, didn't he?

Monday, October 15, 2012

Just Another Rant

By Sadho Ram

Buniyad me hi 'gar kham ho phir imaarat to kya, ek deewar tak tik nahi sakti
(No building or even a wall can sustain itself when the very foundation itself is weak then)
...and that is what's wrong with me.. you.. us... sabke saath bas ek yahi toh chij hai jo galat hai!


Our ethics are crooked, morals are twisted (at least mine are) and we're talking about upliftment of the oppressed while oppressing so many in ways we don't even care to think about, emancipation of women while enslaving the very women who're in our life, eradication of corruption while contributing to the corrupt lot in ways we don't want to talk about, and what-not!


And so a bit righteously...
Mere desh-bhakton ki aisi sajjanta se mujhe meri makkaari jyada sachi lagti hai.
(I find my trickery/treachery more honest than the holiness of my country-loving proud people)

To be very blunt, the people who talk about equal rights and respect are the most treacherous of the lot out there that I have come across! And so, as Basir Badr saab says:

"Behad sharif logon se kuchh faasla rakho!"
Keep the very noble/highborn at some distance

and to add to his philosophy, here's my bit:

...ke sharafat se jyada kamini koi chij nahi
...because there is nothing more lowly than nobleness

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Remembering My Mother

By Sadho Ram

Saroj Devi, my mother!
12 years ago, today was the day, when surrounded by many a strange faces, a few stranger feelings and a wailing-like-a-child father, in the midst of cold August wind blowing calmly over the shaved off head of mine and graveyard dogs howling afar, and night sky covered with heavy clouds.. clouds seeming as if ready to burst.. pour.. come down, and those strange faces moving, changing shades.. shapes and chattering along the sides of Bhāgīrathī river at Jangipur town, I put fire in her mouth at the stroke of midnight while she lay, like a tired traveler after a long and tedious journey finally given a bed to rest, on her pyre made up of sandalwood logs.. and watched her body burn into cinders.. 12 years it's been today. And 12 years is a long time for a soul to wander. Hope her soul has found its place and now rests in peace!

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Corruption Is You: Think About It

By Sadho Ram


Is there a way to corruption OR corruption is the way? In a basket full of apples, where only few are rotten, we don't call it a basket full of rotten apples, why do we then call a society, where not everyone is corrupt, a corrupt society?

Is it because 'Hamam Mein Sab Nange Hain' (We are all nude in Public Bath) OR is it because 'Hamam HAI Toh Sab Nange Hain' (We are all nude BECAUSE there exist a Public Bath)?

Are we corrupt because we are corruptible OR are we corrupt because we don't care? And if my neighbor is corrupt, does it make me one too? If yes, will I be addressed as a good person IF my neighbor is one too?

If a homeless has no way to feed his hungry child, and no one is ready to give him a job, if he then makes some money by posing as blind, therefore, fooling the public, is NOT corrupt, why then a super rich person wanting to be more rich, goes on to do his business as usual, therefore, maybe fooling the public, is MOST corrupt?

*The title of this post has been suggested by my friend, Anshul Tewari, Founder and Editor-in-Chief of Youth Ki Awaaz

Monday, June 11, 2012

Just Another Thought

By Sadho Ram

पोथी-पात्थर ढूँढता, क्यूँ भटके, ए राही |

राम तेरे अन्दर है, तुझमे समाया इलाही ||

Pothi-paatthar dhoondta, kyun bhatke, aye raahi..

Ram tere andar hai, tujhme samaya ilaahii.
To those who search for god.. whose life is a quest to find god out there.. I say.. leave the bibles and qurans and geetas and scriptures aside.. step away from the shadows of statues and symbols and signs.. step away before you lose yourself in the madness of this bottomless pit.. and look within.. look inside.. your mind.. your heart.. for if your belief is strong and if you do believe in him (or her?) then whoever that he (she?) is.. whether or not he (she?) is true in the sense of world and science ..you will find him (her?) within you.. present inside your mind.


*Posted in general interest of mankind*

Monday, May 7, 2012

A Comment on The People of My Nation and Their Views on Aamir Khan for His Debut TV Show 'Satyamev Jayate'

By Sadho Ram

I just watched SATYAMEV JAYATE on YouTube, had missed out on it yesterday. I’ve been hearing a lot of people talking about it; some good and some bad as expected (for their common dislike for Aamir Khan and whatever he does). I didn't want to say anything about it till I saw. Now that I have, I do have a bit to say, although not entirely about the show itself, but about the people who have been targeting Aamir without much thinking and consideration and calling him all sorts of names and stuff.

On twitter, there's this bunch of "filmy intellectuals" who were after him since the first promo of SATYAMEV JAYATE was aired. Calling it another one of Aamir Khan's self promoting propaganda and all sorts of other things  , trying to point out to others how old he is looking on the promos and how much overacting he is doing. People even went on to joke about the way the promos are made, that in "one promo is he eating, in another he is having tea, and now what's next? Will we see him doing what we all do in the morning?"

But even now, after the show is out, with such a burning issue affecting our society, some too-smart-for-their-own-good kind of journalists and people are trying to point it out to him (Aamir) that he shouldn't have used sensationalism in the very first episode, TV is gripped with the idea of earning more and more TRPs and so people resort to such ways to garner more publicity for their shows. They further go on to say that he shouldn't have shown the story about the woman from the Muslim community whose husband literally chewed off her face for not bearing him a male child. That now the Right Wing Hindu Fundamentalists will further more attack the Muslim community and call them backwards and all that, and the Muslim community will now be seen in more wrong light than right.

To all such people and whoever are supporting them, I've one thing to say :- ‘GO EAT YOUR OWN SHIT!’

As far as the show is concerned, it’s not about his method acting or how good he is at what he does. Hell, the show is not even about him. It’s primarily about the issues affecting our society at large. He is just someone who being in a place, where people usually don’t actually bother about such issues and choose to ignore them and live their life happily forever, has choose to come out and speak about them to the nation at large. He is just a medium who is trying to bring the burning issues affecting Indian society to public eye and make them realize where they are going wrong or what needs to be done in order to make things right.

Have some decency, my fellow countrymen. Have some regard for a well intentioned effort. Have some respect for those rare few who actually bother to come out of their comfortable lives and try to make sense of things we sadly don’t seem to care about and make things right.

#Edited by: Rabia Mehta

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Our Greatest Fear

By Sadho Ram

Our greatest fear has got nothing to do with our belief that the person or the people we love are in return hating us.

No.
In fact, our greatest fear DOES NOT even get born from the fact that the person or the people we love may in return NOT LOVE US at all. As our love for others or even for someone special doesn't need their assurance that we are being loved in return (although we seek it regardless of the fact).

That we may end up all alone, that we might have nothing or no one to rely upon, that no one will remember us after we are gone, that we may never be good enough in our life or in our attempt for someone are all but part of a general idea of fear. The whole sum of them even does not amount to our greatest fear.

In reality our greatest fear IS THE IDEA or THE BELIEF that FORMS the EMOTIONAL PREMISE of loss and hurt that the person or the people we love and care about the most, may in return one day will NOT ONLY stop acknowledging us and our feelings but somewhere down the line even REFUSE US their VERY HATE, which they otherwise express or feel for things or people they do not like or have in some way hurt them or their feelings.

We live our life, breathing the greatest fear known to mankind, in frightened faith that there might never be such a day in our life, that there might never come that hopeless day in our journey where we might have to witness the greatest fear known to mankind - the utter refusal of any emotion or feeling of those people or the person towards us who we love and care about.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

A Note on Hate

By Sadho Ram

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In one way or the other we are all filled with hatred. No matter how much we proclaim our love for fellow human beings, at the end of the day it all comes down to this - hatred. Whether we realize it and accept it or not, the truth remains the same. It cannot change, so can't we. Hate is the opposite extreme of love, and till there's love in us, hate is bound to be. Men are growing intolerable towards women more than ever, and women aren't far behind. We hate their guts, they are hating us.

Religious fundamentalists are on the rise and so is their religious bigotry. Intolerance has become their religion and their religion has become intolerable. To speak against their bigotry, rationalists all around the world are on the rise. Rationalists of all kind and tribes and vibes. But instead of rationalizing or giving rational views, rationalists too are turning bigots, coming up with new types of bigotry. The teachers are hating students for thinking freely, the students are hating teachers for their old-thinking. Parents are hating their kids for their life-style, the kids are hating their parents for trying to control their way of living. Hate, it seems, has become the central force which moves people these days. Hate, it seems, has become the tool to get things done quickly, which everyone of us is hatefully happy to use it as frequently.

Although, as old as any emotion inside us, it would not be wrong to say that HATRED has emerged as a whole new religion among us.

Our intolerance towards each other is baffling and dangerously alarming. Hiding behind the masks of society, we are coming down on each other filled with more hatred than ever. Some even dare to come open. That's the kind of change our hatred has brought in us. We hate progress, labeling it as we please. We hate those who have succeeded, labeling them after the terrorists and thieves. We hate those who are trying to succeed. We hate everything that is moving forward. Then to top it, we hate everything that isn't moving.

In our journey filled with numerous kinds of hatred towards numerous kinds of things, we have all turned into chronic haters. So much so that, we have started hating ourselves. Therefore, hate isn't just another religion anymore, in fact, hate has become us and we have become hate.

I myself am a pretty hateful person. A major portion of my life so far has been devoted to hatred. And so has been of majority of others around me. Coming to think of it, hatred was the reason those people belonged to me and I to them. But hate is not immortal. There is an expiry date to it. It does die but only if we let ourselves free from its clutches. I think that's the reason that those people do not belong to me anymore and nor I to them.

Last words, as I see it, the combined hatred of all of us, is only growing, spreading itself, more and more. It can't be stopped, but it surely can be kept under control, if and ONLY IF we learn to adopt and accept each other for who and what we are. But that too can never happen. Realities as such do not exist even in dreams and books.

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