Daily Prompt -Criticize

I had to run a search in my Gmail inbox to even remember the address of my blog. I think I will give this Daily Prompt a try, may be that will break my writer’s bloc ( or block…huh?). Anyways here I am writing it. The quick tips says I need to write something prompted by the daily word and then link it or something. I’m not even sure how to do that. As you read this, I can guess what’s probably going on your mind. Hmm…go on then, criticize. I could never become a blogger. This is such bad writing, you probably don’t know where to begin, even if you wanted to criticize it. Sorry. Oh god, I tried. And I want to keep trying to write. I know it doesn’t come easy to me. I don’t come from a place or family like that where people read or write really well. But I have criticized myself enough about everything. So I want to try writing, without any criticism stopping me.

This daily prompt thing works. ūüôā¬†Daily Prompt: Criticize


Staying hungry, staying foolish

Stay Hungry, Stay foolish. I have often heard my ¬†friends quote this phrase as their life motto. These words spoken by Steve Jobs in a speech to some college kids became really popular around the time he passed away. Well, I have always wondered what he meant by this. Don’t get me wrong, I understand and can guess from his context what he intended but these words can be read in so many ways, like the usual game words play with your mind.

I frequently find myself using this phrase in completely different ways. Pardon me if you are a moral duty bearer of the preservation of English language but this is how I make sense of it.

This happened a few days ago while I was standing in a queue at the bank. If you live in a city in India or have visited one recently, you will know of the ongoing fiasco on demonetization by our current government. Much is being spoken about it so I will spare you the details over here. ¬†I was visiting the bank to collect my profile password that I had forgotten, the one crucial to ¬†make online payments. While I stood, I noticed the long queue of customers waiting for their turn to exchange old notes, withdraw cash. The staff in the bank were under high stress and each staff was convinced that they needed to make this stress apparent in their behaviour with the customers. I frowned as I heard rude remarks, loud grumblings from the various counters. In the corner where the receipts and drop boxes are kept, stood a hefty looking man with a pen and notepad. Every now and then when someone finished their transaction, they would go to him, he would write something down on his pad and they left feeling accomplished. It did seem strange. The man stood with such air and suspicion at the same time. He caught me staring at him multiple times. I decided that it wasn’t a safe proposition to continue my curiosity so I dropped the matter there.

It was only much later I realized what was happening. With the new attempt to curb black money, hoarders like the Man I saw in the bank have been bribing slum dwellers and the urban poor to use their accounts and convert the illegit stash into legit money for them. So this man was clearly either himself very rich with black money or worked for someone who did. And hence one after the other, men, youngsters and women, mostly from the nearby slum ( if you lived in one place all your life,you can tell your neighbours from the crowd) exchanged money for them. I am not shocked by this arrangement. Not at all. Not even by the fact that the entire staff were oblivious to this.

What I was left with was the pathos that such a situation evokes: Like those men and burqa clad women I saw in the bank, the poor in India have remained a naive population. They are starved, robbed of hope and yet stay clueless of the brutal politics at play here. That life in today’s world is like a game of monopoly doesn’t seem to strike them. At what cost were those in the bank taking the risk to help the Rich bad guy ? Do they understand the consequences? ¬†I fear if they do not get out of this bubble, this filmi understanding of world as black and white, this insane hope of divine intervention, if they do not learn to fight back and claim what is justly theirs, they will be staying hungry, staying foolish.

Staying hungry, staying foolish so far.



My new beginning

Hello All,

This is one of the many firsts I am beginning this month. Rather strange that one wants to begin in December when the rest of the world is winding up for the year, gearing up to celebrate the year gone by and simply holidaying so they can start afresh next year. But no, I am starting new things, kick starting indeed. And this is my way of remembering the bygones and celebrating all that life has brought for me so far.

So firstly, this blog will be anything everything I want it to be. I wish to just pen down everything that nags my mind and urges me to do something about it. All important thoughts, feelings, journeys will be captured here in a capsule to keep evidence with my personal her-story.

Eventually, I hope this will help me observe deeper, open up and share more meaningfully with the people around me and my Therapist. Yes, that was a new first as well this month. I am telling you December is a very New exciting  month  and I shall make sure it stays that way.

For anyone who reads this, I hope you are able to become my trusted listener and stay with me in this journey of learning to express.

Much love,