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I read somewhere about dreams - You never know what's around the corner.
It could be everything or it could be nothing. So this week was meant to be a
dream week, ideal time to explore and be a little adventurous – relive the memoirs
of the evergreen past specially college days.
Alas, my happiness was only short-lived. Came along Monday and
with it all my dreams came crashing down - Faster than the stock markets this
week. There it flew out of the window, my hope of having a joyful ride.
Probably, I had jinxed it, being over excited about it. And yes Chinese were
not exactly responsible for it.
Came Tuesday, as depression warped me up, Indrani Mukherjea and Sheena Bora happened to our lives. Wow.
Greater misery of others kind of gives us respite. News channels, Social media, Whatsapp were buzzing about it. Thinking of the plight of that young, beautiful
girl, Sheena – I felt out of coma.
https://twitter.com/KediaRaigarh/status/637111337244495872
Thanked God and Mom, a zillion times that she did not try to
strangulate me on the days I was unreasonable or been an irritating child.
Neither I had to face the dilemma of introducing myself as someone else or
juggle between multiple dads. Just one set of parents to deal with, who are
just after my life for marriage. Rest I am alive and kicking, very much part of
this banana republic, who celebrates everything with equal fervor be it a happy
occasion or someone’s tragedy.
Sheena apparently was murdered for having an affair with her
supposedly step brother Rahul (Naam to suna hi hoga :)) – and here my mother
feels embarrassed that I am not having an affair. When I first read about
Indrani, the bong in me cringed at the heinous crime committed by a fellow bong.
Later was secretly relieved to know that she is an Assamese.
For India, she is a North-Eastern. That’s how we love to stereo
type them just like we do to South Indians- everything down Maharashtra is
south for people in North. Over the years, having friends from Thrissur,
Chennai, Bangalore or Mangalore, my awareness levels now match the required
sensibilities. Talking of Mangalore, their girls are very pretty and cause for
instant crush. If I don’t mention their guys are smart, my friend might just
get offended. Haha.
Image Source: @KediaRaigarh, PTI via Twitter
Talking of entertainment, how one can forget Radhe Maa (Tainted and Painted)
- the lady who gifted us piousness wrapped in a red saree and red rose, in
not so pious times. The color red and thorns in the rose symbolically
complements the times we live in – that of blood galore, intolerance and
violence. She has also gifted new lease of life to our social butterflies – who
recently brought the house down with a Radhe- Maa theme party.
She was the toast of our Media friends, who were feeling demented
after the royal, ignore meted out by Modi Govt. on Sushma Swaraj issue and more recently Indo-Pak NSA Meet. The amount
of grief media expressed on the cancellation of the meet was more than the
nations itself. Probably a lost chance of garnering TRP for our five star
journalists – only side who would stand benefitted. As in no ways Indo-Pak talk
would have made any headway – India will never give up on Kashmir and Pakistan will
never cease terrorism.
Inspired by Radhe Maa’s success probably, another joker from
Gujarat stood tall this week, and create unwanted ruckus in the name of Patel Reservation.
The supposedly hope of Media and opposition parties, Hardik Patel,
started off with a bang but little did he knew that he will be out-smarted by
multiple bang bang of Indrani Mukherjea. Talking about reservations (on advice
of my friend), I speed-dialled my parents, to find out if Kumar, possibly also
warrant a reservation quota or at least can be traced back to some OBC Category
(given it has provided shelter to so many homeless surnames) and we can also
start out own protests for some personal benefits. Am pretty confident that
likes of Akshay Kumar would join us, post being marginalized first by the Khans
and then by intelligence of his wife, Mrs. Funny bones, who is blessed with a
twinkle in her brain.
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Being General in India is worse than Being Human. Even if you escape being crushed under the wheels, there is no escapade from being crushed under the quota system. Pappu also seem to have exhausted his quota of visiting Dalit’s home, hence he expressed desire to visit LOC this week – perhaps bored of Parliament, wanted to explore adventure sports across international border ( may be was missing Bangkok). Talking of LOC, if one voice needs to be heard – that’s of our Jawans about OROP. Only time I feel social obligation should take precedence over financial calculations.
Amidst all fiasco, some good news for sports fan with Saina
becoming No.1 in badminton and India winning the test match against tearful
adieu to Srilankan legend Sangakkara. Talking about match – match of words
between Bhakts and Adarsh Liberals is streaming live all the time on Twitter, our
permanent source of fun.
Talking of fun, my heart aches on my unfulfilled plans, as I
survive another week, with hope that we will execute our grand plan one
afternoon, in some week. And we live on till then. Live to take selfies and
mock anything and everything that comes our way.
By the way, Happy Rakshabandhan
Girls, while the guys vow to protect you this day, we are equals right?? – So
you too have to protect us – from any bias or stereotype. Not every guy is a
stalker or eve-teaser. That reminds me of the infamous Jasleen Kaur Case this week! Do
us a favour- stop sharing such posts without verifying – because the guy you
shame wrongly is perhaps someone’s innocent brother.
It’s also time to call our mother’s and thank them for not putting
us to solve logical test question on our family tree. A little bit of sheen on humanity
has withered away with Sheena. Maybe we owe her a small prayer and a good life,
thereafter.
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