Note Vote Hai Rabba

Amidst the smog-bound Delhi, and poll-bound America, Modi played a trump card that for sure has given a smog-like experience to all, even if not in Delhi – and don’t even ask me about the visibility status in Delhi. Forget visibility status, it has even fogged out the “status” in Delhi from Tu-jaanta-nahi-mera-baap-kaun-hai to Bhaisaab-ek-khoke-ka-chutta-milega. You can judge that from the very beloved and honest CM of Delhi Arvind Kejriwal’s tweet – “BJP will lynch everyone who speaks against their wrong doings.” – As a response to the fate of Rs.500 and Rs.1000 notes. The smog, for one, has definitely blurred Arvind Kejriwal’s vision. When the centre has taken a strong step in the direction of the only thing on their party’s mandate, Arvind Kejriwal is as if running to his mom and saying with welled up eyes – “But he cheaaaaated! That was my thing!!” I am not saying Arvind Kejriwal is dishonest, but every time he fights corruption, Mamata Banerjee’s nose grows an inch.

untitledWith a plethora of memes and messages on social media, the past couple of days have felt like a self-declared holiday! To me, it felt like a mass India’s Got Talent with the number of “hidden” jewels I didn’t even know existed around me. I mean kudos to all the people supporting the India-Against-Corruption movement against themselves! The great thing out of this whole fiasco, I mean of course other than the obvious ones, is that when padoswali Gupta Aunty tells you – “I know how much you had last night”, you can reply with a “So do I!” *wink*

On this note let’s observe one minute silence for all the aunties with huge kitty piggy banks in a constant state of poverty for their husbands. While we are at it, let’s also give a big shout-out to all teenagers, who are hooting for Modi. What do these innocent jackasses, living in their snapchat bubble, know about their fathers sweating over a bag full of money-turned-paper in the next room?  I won’t blame these children actually. I mean if an entire country could live in so much of a social media bubble that their president elect bewilders and shocks them all at the same time, then these tiny pouting creatures still haven’t grown brain-cells.

To my brain, the American election still feels like some kind of a social experiment – and it is just not gotten over! I mean I am still waiting for Cyrus Broacha to pop out from somewhere and say – Bakra!

Because this election has proved that no matter who is on top, the pervert parade is still larger in numbers, if not in IQ points. But I don’t blame the Americans. It’s like you are on a mission to lose weight – and you have to choose between not having fried food and not having sweets. I mean both are harmful, and have different ways of messing your goal up. The bottom line on choosing any one is – you are still heavy and now even a moron!

Well, anyway. I know that post the announcement by our PM, life is a struggle for quite a lot of us, but it is a short-term discomfort for a greater good in a long run. Just like not having that sweet AND that deep-fried potato!

Writing Changes Life; Life Changes Writing

Now, that is a powerful heading!

Exactly one year back, on this day, something changed! Something I had never foreseen happened in my life. It was an accident, and what a journey it has been post that! It was last year on this day I started writing this column.

phucket-listWell, someone who knows me from before knows that the bond between me and writing was as strong as that of Hrithik Roshan and Kangana Ranaut. I had never written anything post college – and “writing” in an Architecture College was as negligible as it could get! And then, before I knew it, I was sucked in the “bucket-list” phase, and somehow “starting a blog” made it to that list. Unlike most other things on it, I did manage to do this – either I was in I-need-to-get-out-of-my-comfort-zone phase or this was the easiest of the lot.

To cut a long story short, this blog led to this column and before long, I started producing 500 words/week. Today, in retrospect, I realise it has affected me in many ways – Not saying this because it sounds fancy, or it is like the thing-to-say – but it has.  I don’t know how much has it “changed” my life, but it sure does have an influence over it – just like my life has an influence on my writing. From being a complete socialist-activist in some weeks, to a naïve 20 year old experiencing quarter-life crisis, from being a dreamer of achieving unattainable goals to a wannabe humour columnist, my writing has seen it all – and so has my life.

There are a few things that I could really learn from the writing experiences, and apply them to my life, and voila! May be I get better at living as well.

  • Create a lot of garbage.

And I am not talking about the galore that we have on our streets. But the only way of writing better is writing more. Sometimes most of it is crap. But somewhere in the 1000 words of bunkum, you find gold, which goes on to become one of your finest pieces. Similarly, somewhere along trying and failing, falling and getting up, you learn to do life right. Or do you ever?

  • Re-create history

One event, and so many versions of it! Writing enables you to have the flexibility of changing your interpretation of any topic, situation, and occurrence. And such a beautiful thing to actually live by! I feel Human Beings have a special power of re-creating their past- just by changing their perspective. Such an easy way to make peace with our most daunting memories!

  • Simplify:

The more you simplify the way you write, the more everyone connects to it. Complexity breeds confusion – in you, your article, and the reader. And also in life. We love complicating it, but the simpler thing to do is to simplify. Principle for life – Keep it simple, silly!

Before this starts to seem like my self-proclaimed best-debutant award at one of those paid award shows, I should stop here.

PS- This column is an expression of my philosophical mood. #OhYeah