"Right-eousness" and the decade of protest

In the midst of 'right-eous' world order under the wings of leaders like Modi and Trump, the entire planet seems to be rebellious. Nature is protesting against humanity and citizenship worldwide has become a matter of debate. With all this commotion, it is hard to believe that there was a time when intelligentsia mooted the possibility of sustainability and global citizenship. The borders have become rigid and even more so in the wake of Corona virus. This is the card that nature has played as if saying "Now it's my turn". The Corona virus and its anti - midas touch is a health emergency that is causing panic attacks. What is needed right now is a little faith and common sense. To undo our follys we have to stop our leanings towards extremes, be it religiously or otherwise, and stay aloof from the myths that social media spreads.

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The ghost of the past

While we cannot live without history, we need not live within it either. -Argumentative Indian, Amartya Sen Diving deep into history is like chasing a sea monster. You hear stories and accept it for what it is. The next thing you know is that you are leading an armada to hunt the moster. From the Israel - Palestine issue to Pakistani transgressions in Indian territory- all are a product of historical disputes. I must admit that my knowledge is limited to comment on history but my admission is not enough. (I’m insignificant since my thoughts won’t influence many. Maybe you, the reader, are the only one who would know them.) Unlike me, some people have power- like media or leaders of various organizations- who claim to know everything. I don't doubt their skills or wisdom. They go through umpteen sources before concluding. I'm more worried that history has many versions. Which to believe and which to discard is chosen to suit one's convenience. Many a time the c...

WHAT IF?

What if, time was a friend That danced to my beats A fellow compeer till the end And not a chain round my wrist What if, the arrow never betrayed the bow, And stayed together not hurting a soul Better still, stayed with Cupid For love to blossom forever more What if, dreams were real And reality, a nightmare Which faded with a drop of sunshine Never to return, never to fear What if, all this were true Your time, actions and thoughts were controlled by you Then perhaps, failure would just be Somebody you once knew. -kaush

'Caste'-ing the vote

Not long ago I was venturing through my ancestral land in Bihar. It was not just any time of the year. It was during a peculiar festival that I was roving through my village. It was the time of the Panchayat ( local body) elections. The colorful streets with flags hoisted at every corner, the untamed enthusiasm of people and the uncanny slogans and marching bands were no less festive than what Times Square is during Christmas and new year. Elections in Bihar is a mega event and undoubtedly the most awaited one. Albeit the democratic purpose behind elections, the real deal in these elections is not so pious. Our driver knew exactly how many votes each candidate will win. He was no soothsayer but still, he knew it all. How? Well, voting in these villages is not based solely on the work of candidates or popularity or even their intentions or vision for development. The people cast their votes based on caste. I know it rhymes! This melody however is a malady that the count...

Syaahi ki Awaaz

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