I Want to Talk to You…

October 20, 2012 2 comments

I want to talk to you.

But I can’t.

I can’t. And I watch in despair, as I shout, I scream… I say the words that you cannot hear. I despair as I see two steady streams – of words – of thoughts – of understanding, flowing down into the valley that now stands between us… deepening it even more, eroding the rocks that remain. I see you trying to tell me things that I don’t understand because they cannot leap across the vast emptiness between us. I see how things I say don’t reach you because they disappear into the darkness of the gap that I cannot bridge.

And I cannot bridge it, because the bridge is gone.

The bridge. The bridge that I thought – knew – would always hold. The bridge made out of “… I love her”, and reinforced with “She knows I love her, and she loves me too”. The bridge that I could, and would, always use to cross over the gap we now stand on either sides of. It withstood so much… the fire, the earthquakes, the rocks, the rain, and the explosions. It shook, stretched, swung, but it never cracked. In the end, it let me get to you, no matter what.

That bridge is now gone. Perhaps, the strength of that bridge, those words, I misunderstood. It turns out, that bridge could crack. It turns out, that words can damage, and did irreparably damage, this bridge. Perhaps, I placed too much faith in the strength of those words. To me, those words were inviolate. Elementary. And I didn’t see any cracks. How could there be cracks in something that was inviolate? I didn’t realize there could be. I didn’t know.

But well, now I know. Know that what you don’t know CAN hurt you. And I am lost. Without that bridge, I am lost. I’ve screamed my loudest till I can’t scream any more. I’ve tried to throw a couple of ropes over, to rebuild this bridge. But even the smallest shock breaks it up.

I am trying. But I am also tiring. I can’t do this by myself. I need help. To stabilize the fragile structure a little, so I can get to you. So I can hear you again. So you can hear me again. Without it, I don’t know what to do. I will keep trying. I will keep shouting. I’ll keep trying to build it back till I have not the strength to move any more.

Because I still, just want to talk to you.

Categories: disappointment, life, love


July 23, 2012 2 comments


The house was empty. And the emptiness bore down on him. It approached slowly but surely, making sure he saw it grow and envelop him, suffocating him, crushing him – sitting on his chest, like a giant weight, that made it difficult to breathe. He had to escape.

He drove. He turned up the volume, till the music filled up the car, and he couldn’t hear his own thoughts. Thoughts about how much she despised this music he listened to. Thoughts about what good music meant…

The church was full of people. The pastor preached and he listened. The Word of God would save him. It would take over. He closed his eyes and sang along with the multitude. They were the same songs he remembered her singing beside him, her hand in his. He saw in His eyes, the love she had had in hers. The love he missed.

The mall was full of people. The low homogenous rumble of the mass of humanity going about its business. It was like static. Calming, filling, non-specific. His mind lulled, he walked about, losing himself in things – clothes, watches, shoes, books… Until he got too close to a snatch of conversation; that penetrated through the ether and stabbed at his mind. And the illusion was broken; the quiet was no more…

He was at the beach. Sat in the sand, and looking at the waves gave him peace like it always did. The natural rhythm of waves was unceasing, hypnotic. They slowed, they accelerated they grew bigger and they became smaller, but they never stopped. They kept coming back…

Just like the memories…

He tried to crowd them out, he tried to fill the void up. But it was like the house. The new IKEA sofa-set, the bookshelf, the new wardrobe with a bunch of new clothes, a new set of dinner plates, the new bed with the latest memory foam mattress, things – little and large… All that stuff… it did nothing. It only served to magnify the existence of what was not there. All it did was tell him, scream at him, how he felt…


Categories: life, Ramble, Uncategorized

Book Review: The Source by James A. Michener

June 16, 2012 1 comment

The SourceThe Source by James A. Michener

Uses the background of an archaeological dig, to chronicle the rise of religion (specifically Judaism) from prehistory (30000 yrs ago), to the modern state of Israel (till 1960s, when the book was written). Defines the relationship of Judaism, with other derivative religions – Christianity and Islam.

The book moves and skips in periods of centuries, Each chapter defines an important period in the history of religion, and is based on the levels uncovered during the dig, by the archaeologists. It chronicles the adventures of the members (descendants) of a single family (of Ur) starting from the first shreds of civilization.

It’s a long read (1000 pages), but doesn’t get boring. Written in simple language, without being too judgmental about anything that happened during the time (Except towards the end, when it turns decidedly pro-Zionist). Each chapter relates modern attitudes (through conversations within the group at the archaeological dig) with the historical perspective and precedent of why the attitude prevails. Michener, while speculating on where the future might hold for Israel and Jews, doesn’t burden the book with his judgments, or force them on us, and largely sticks to the relating what happened. While the stories ARE fictional, the book is incredibly well researched insofar as the major events of times are concerned, and the generally accepted narrative of history.

If you do not know about Judaism, and it’s rise, and the attitudes it signifies, and like reading about the history of Judaism and Christianity, and history in general, give it a whirl, and it won’t disappoint. It’s a wonderful romp through a large swath of time, and definitely better than reading dry academic records of the time. All you must do, is keep reminding yourself, a lot of it is fiction. Because it is very easy to believe a lot of those stories actually happened!

So, if historical fiction and the history of religions interests you (like it does me), I recommend it wholeheartedly. You won’t be disappointed, as long as the book is. Just remember, it *is* fiction. Or read it as a collection of tales set in different historical times 🙂

My rating: Beautifully done. 4 of 5 stars

Categories: book, review, story, Uncategorized


April 19, 2012 Leave a comment

Because 55-words stories are fun, while not taxing the brain too much, they are a big draw for the imaginatively challenged and lazy person in me. Here’s one I wrote for a contest organized on twitter by the good folks of Flipkart and @vivekisms.

The theme was “Night”…

His eyes were red, face swollen. The lacerations on his wrists smarted. Larger ones on his back burned.  He was tired. Hurt.

 The monsters of the dark had come a-calling again. Hungry, violent, clamoring for flesh, unstoppable.

 But the sun was rising. He was safe for now. He could rest. He closed his eyes.


Apathy and the citizen – A call for help

April 4, 2012 4 comments

A few days ago, Purba wrote about a harrowing experience with the Gurgaon police. While an experience like that may not be something new to a lot of people, it caused me to stop and think about how much we are doing to improve the situation. The answer, unfortunately is, I think, not very much. I wrote her an email, which ended up being a blog post that she has very kindly posted up on her blog.

I am not going to reproduce it here. But suffice to say, the comments were interesting. Also heartening. It was nice to see that there are people who, in spite of the difficulties, do not give in to the temptation of taking a short-cut to get their work done. Here are a couple of examples.

I will admit, this is perhaps more than I would have done. I try and do my part. I avoid greasing palms to get work done. I stop at a red light even when there are no cops around, I am generally an honest, law-abiding citizen. On a personal level this works for me, and I have, over time, tried to recognize and remedy cases where I am personally failing in my duties as a citizen. Examples such as Rachna’s serve to renew my enthusiasm to keep up the fight at least at a personal level.

However, if I am really honest about it, it isn’t really enough. As I mentioned in one of the comments on that post, the country is my home. It is dirty and it needs cleaning up. It isn’t enough to just make my bed. I need to clean the room, the drawing room, and the kitchen too.

While I can do a bit more than what I am doing now (and I will), I am not sure if this is something that I can do alone. It is true that there is strength in numbers. However, I do not know how to mobilize the help. I need ideas on how to effectively organize ourselves to make an impact. I need help on (maybe) the use of technology to get a bunch of us together and make a concrete difference. I need pointers to something like this already being done elsewhere that I can contribute to. I need access to sources of knowledge about mechanisms like RTI that we can use as tools in this “cleanup” bid.

A part of the reason for that post on Purba’s blog is because my blog is read by all of 3 people. And the post was a call for help more than anything else. It was a call for ideas. It was a call for possible answers, or even pointers in the direction of answers. Because I do not have answers. Not all of them anyway. Not any of them, most likely.

To start with, I am going to refresh my civics, and dig some more around public policy laws that we can use, or that are, in theory, supposed to empower the citizen. I will find out more about avenues of information about what the government is doing with the citizens’ money. I will share what I find here. As a first step, the least I can do is increase awareness, mine and others’.

My request is, once again, for help. Spread the word. If you have pointers to this end, or stories, experiences, or know of programs that we can participate in … please, leave a comment. I will be eternally grateful.

I am resolving to be less apathetic, and more aware and responsible as a citizen. I hope you’ll join me.

Nuclear Power

December 6, 2011 Leave a comment

In the beginning there was just, the word… And then came science… And then someone discovered radioactivity. Everyone found this interesting… Others extended the concept and discovered fission… Then things became really interesting…

That was the advent of nuclear energy…

Now there was a set of people who thought nuclear energy could be the new-clear source of energy. So they built reactors… A lot of people heralded the idea… But there was also a set of people who thought it was dangerous. They opposed it. There were demonstrations, pamphlets, speeches, conventions… The lot basically. The reactor-builders still went ahead and built reactors. There were accidents… and another round of demonstrations, pamphlets, speeches and conventions… The reactor-builders improved and built better and better reactors..

Of course, there was this other set of people which wanted to make nuclear bombs. That was scary… There were people who opposed the idea, organized demonstrations, conventions, speeches – you know the drill… And the bomb-makers continued to make bombs… and deploy them… They made them more and more sophisticated, bigger, “badder” as the clamour against them increased…

There was also this set of people who got nostalgic about the world before nuclear power. Presumably these were the set of people that also got nostalgic about the world before rapid industrialization (when that happened) and longed to go back to the time when the earth was flat. They advocated letting the U-235 disintegrate in peace. There were demonstrations, speeches, conventions and pamphlets.

People got confused, divided… And all this while, the bomb-makers made bombs… the reactor-makers made reactors, they won the preeminent science-prizes… And there continued to be demonstrations, pamphlets, speeches, conventions and peace-marches…

Categories: life, philosoraptor, Ramble

I am angry.

November 25, 2011 2 comments

I’m angry. Really angry. Angry enough to kill. Certainly inflict physical injury to the bastard who is responsible for causing one of my dearest people to breakdown so badly. If you ever read this, you asshole, you deserve to be hung upside down by your balls. After all, you don’t really need ‘em.

I’ve never really wanted to talk about this before. Mainly because I don’t think I am qualified to talk about it. I’ve never experienced it. It is easy to say this is horrible in general terms, and express outrage. But I don’t think you ever know till you’ve experienced it.

What I *have* experienced, is seeing someone I care about deeply, break down. Utterly and completely. Because some gutless SOB did what he had no business doing.

And if that hurts me so much, I can only imagine what the actual victim of sexual-harassment must go through.

And yet, what do we do about it? The same thing we collectively do for everything else that doesn’t really impact us directly, but allows us to take the moral high-ground and feel superior. We register our *impotent* outrage. We organize facebook petitions. We create twitter hashtags. We make it trend… till something new and shiny comes about, like, #ThingsToSayDuringSex. We are all armchair activists.

And while armchair activism is something that we as a nation specialize in, it is especially prevalent as far as *this* crime is concerned. It’s easy to condemn someone who groped a woman, and forget about it. After all, no one died. It happens to countless women, and they get on just fine. So why bother? And so, we blame the society, and the government, the history of male-domination. We blame the system.


You and I are a part of this bunch of people that does candle-light marches and vigils and moves on to the next big issue. You and I are a part of this bunch that “adjusts” with the cop when caught speeding on their way back from an Anna Hazare rally. You and I are a part of this bunch of people that contains perverts who think they can behave inappropriately with a woman and get away with it.

The women, they silently suffer. They shed a few tears. Most feel ashamed and don’t want to fight. They know it’s a lost cause. They go on. The men, well, they sympathize and forget, because really, how many men have really been victims of a grope? They’ve done their duty and duly condemned the faceless mass of “sexual harassers”. Their job is done.

And so the perpetrators get away with it because no one really gives a fuck.

Well, enough.

Today, I resolve to start. Start being aware of what I must do to combat this menace. What each and every one of us CAN do to combat this menace. I don’t claim to change the system. Only myself. The system will follow.

I resolve to keep an eye out for instances of sexual harassment. I resolve to be there for the victims of it. If only to listen. If only as a support in their fight. I resolve to publicly shame anyone caught in the act. Take him (or her) to the police if I have to.

Oh and ladies – first, make sure you kick the guy in the balls. Second, scream. Make sure people know what happened. Most of these guys are gutless cowards who do it because they know they’ll get away with it. Don’t let ‘em. There are enough good people in this world, some of who will try and help. I am not saying this is easy. Instinct tells us to get away from unpleasantness. But try.

And please, protect yourselves. Just like you’d protect yourself against any other crime. Do not assume a stranger is trustworthy. Do not be on the road all by yourself. Travel with people you can trust. The “why should we curb our freedom” argument is valid, but the fact of the matter is, that is the nature of the beast…. And till it gets better, you NEED to do it. To think otherwise would be foolhardy.

This has gone on long enough. It’s time to stop talking, and start doing. And I’m starting today.

Thanks for listening.

Categories: rant, sexual harassment