Saturday, October 23, 2010

Addiction - Part 2

The guy stared at my friend with absolutely no expression on his face giving away the slightest clue on what was going on in this mind. Was he pitying the unfortunate state of my friend, was he wondering how anyone could get into such mess, maybe he was thanking god that he is much well off than the person he is staring at. I doubt any of these though, I think he was just simply staring with a blank mind, eating the banana his by-stander gave him.
Sight at medical college psychiatry ward was much better than the emergency ward. Everyone seemed fine except for the person I went to visit. Hands and legs tied to the four corners of the bed. Murmuring something which made absolute no sense. He had not eaten for the third consecutive day. Liquid food forcefully fed through a thin pipe going through his nose. Surrounded by friends and family, but he did not see a familiar face. A person who has been hit with the less commonly known and experienced child of addiction, the withdrawal syndrome. Parentage accepted by alcohol in this case.
I stepped 2 steps close to him, silently prayed to god for his well being, stepped back 2 steps, watched around, my help was not needed there. Went back home. I am not a believer of Him.

PS: The guy is fine now. :) Hopefully seen last of his favourite old companion.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Vande mataram

Vande mataram

Such sweet is the surrender that even the slightest strain of this melody captures the attention of every cell in me. Every hair stand up in respect and heart beats to its rhythm. Thoughts stop wandering about and vande mataram flows through my veins.

As the anthem comes to an end, there is a head rush on what surrender did i do for her? A few sights I have cherished and wondered in my life so far. To my Mother with all Her vibrance.

To the lady n son on route to jog falls

As the honda city went swiftly past the traffic to reach jog falls in time. We overtook an peti auto. There was a lady who held her son tight by her hands. She had a peace that radiated so beautifully on her face. Both were sitting on a rug, i could not spot a slight discomfort on both. The boy felt the safety of his mothers grip; as did i who drove past them in no more than a couple of minutes felt in seat belt gripping around my waist.

To the old women in Ladak

We rubbed our hands, cold inside the qualis, which moved slowly but steadily through the snow breeze en-route pangkong lake to Leh. The driver slowed again finding it hard as the visibility was going poor. Then we saw the two women waving their hands at us, smiling so happy to see a vehicle to probably give them a ride back town. In there late 40s or more I assume, they work for building roads in the thin air altitudes of leh, ensuring safe passage for our army men to keep our Independence safe and strong. When they got down in Leh and waved good bye to us - it was a blessing.

To the bridge builders

Every week as my bus go past trissur to ernakulam to the final destination tvm. I see the men working at 00:30, hitting hard on the steel rods for building the bridges. Their work for earning a daily bread is our country tomorrow. I would see this for a couple of seconds with the music stilling playing, adjusting my semi sleeper seat to incline more as I get ready to sleep.

The early morning tea maker and dil kush

Part 2 of the above journey is when i get down at trissur at 03:00 am. Shaken by sleep, struggling to put on the chappels in the dark, I finally stumble out of the bus. To find the old man near in front of the bus station. He has absolutely no expression on his face as he keeps on making tea of the early travellers; not a minute of rest, standing. His bald head and strong tea is something i would not forget. And the bit of dilkush along with the tea. All under rs 10.

Scene in allahabad
Patriotism in its peak; me and a couple of my college friends decided to go to allahabad to the army engineers selection. Lucky to pass the first round of selection; we got down at allahabad to be surrounded by a hundreds cycle ricksaw drivers, frantically trying to get hold of our luggage. Which was their way to make sure they got the costumer. Finally we decided to get on one, 3 of us with all our luggage on 1 cycle riska, as he flexed every muscle in his body to take us to a hotel, finally to earn 15rs. he was very indifferent, and so were we.

Flag during school days
I received an sms today morning on how we go about during this day to get a flag, to put it on our cycle when we were kids. we knew it was important, we did not know why though. Hope we will not have to find the the importance of the Independence the hard way.

Vande mataram
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IT5BdNGFp-o

Sunday, July 25, 2010

The boundaries of mind

A glass of bitter sweet lemon juice and upma kicked off yet another much awaited Sunday morning with joy. I devoted myself with some news reading but failed to find something exciting. My thoughts were dying fast; sleep was winning the battle against the awake. But the sense of responsibility said to me 'Hey mate, dint you have an interview this Tuesday?'. That was good enough, I had not faced an interview for a really long time, a bit of preparation should not hurt. I crawled to system and typed 'www.te' but before completing this to 'www.tech...com', the browser history suggested 'www.telegraph.co.uk/technology'. Ahh, the gods might be suggesting something? I don't know, but i chose this site.

Of the many links, I was caught most by http://www.telegraph.co.uk/technology/news/7906399/India-unveils-the-23-iPad.ht
ml. A substitute for iPad for $35! I thought intentions were good, and went ahead to read the comments on the article. Many were thought provoking and good, but some had a sense of disassociation to it, a bit of the poison. Those comments went - 'India is rapidly catching up.. we better watch out' and 'we are making cost cuts whist we sent AID to India and India is subsidising for its students'. I am assuming the 'we' was United Kingdom, but that's not the point. Getting out an IPad alike for $35 has immense meaning were cheap technology can help poor and remote settlements to learn. But somehow some people give importance more to India in the 'India unveils $35 iPad' title. I blame them for making yet another of these ridiculously boring blog!

When whatshisname invented bulb; it did not just light his home or his nation alone. The whole world was lit! Why do we tend to draw boundaries, even on ideas. One we draw for the self, then one for the family, one for the community, one for the state, one for the country. These are not very colourful are they? Maybe there are colourful ones like the one for the football club, for the music genre, for the cuisine. So many of them out there and within.

Could it help if we rub all those lines away and take a look. May be life will become all too simple and humans will cease to exist or will go back into the wild...

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Life is a journey

Is it really a journey? I never thought so, I have not travelled more than my neighbours paddy field. In fact, I have never travelled more than what Asianet told me to. But I do know there is a guy who eat lizards n snake and doesnt like puttu n kadala! His parents think he just wants to be on TV... influenzed by Guiness world record in AXN.

I have heard many a say 'Life is a journey'. Just like places pass by whilst the train cuts through civilisation, Time passes by in this strange journey called life. It passes by sometimes quick, sometimes it never seem to move, feels stuck. But even the convict feel the speed by which time has withered his cell bars. The journey resumes even when our body stand still... The journey resumes even when our thoughts stand stagnent... The journey resumes... Until time stops... Until the game times out...

Monday, June 21, 2010

Addiction - Part 1

Started with a peg yesterday, I don't know when. I got here (at work), bought half a bottle of rum, had it with the guys here. Went through another after that n a quarter still. And then He comes with the British one. I can still recognise my mom, wife, sis after all these. Nobody had a clue if I drank. Had dinner, slept peacefully, woke up 4:30 with the thirst to have another drink; Wife slept silently beside, did not want to wake her - can anybody guess why. Without making a sound, i poured one, drank it, sip or gulp ... who cares! Then the wife in sleep knew i was not beside her; I was not in her grasp. She whispered 'where r u...?' I replied in a stern tone 'Cant piss in peace?!'. She went quite again. I poured the next and again; by now it was quite obvious why i am not back in the bed. Did not wake up till 10 the morning. A bath at half pat 10 and a bit of breakfast; I am back to work. As industrious as ever....

An episode of addiction? Please tell me when you seen someone who has not had an addiction ever! This is one of the best person I have ever met in my life with reasons which does not belong to the title here....