Fools are my theme

Ah... It feels so fresh to be here after months of distractions and all the so called liabilities. Coming back here is as cool as the morning breeze that I have always desired for. Well, when demand soars, supply has to be revamped. So here I am with some distorted and unquenchable thoughts.

Looking back into a not so distant past, I find lot of happenings over tea parties, inside Republican parties, outside political parties (there is nothing really fascinating to tell about political parties’ inside story, especially Indian), the Summit’s which are far from “good for us”, the border tussles, India’s rejection of stiff gender law and Ishant Sharma’s terrific performance spree. I mean I just don’t know whether I got lucky to be bubbled up with so many heart warming stints for me or this era is doomed; well this was bit harsher on Ishant Sharma though. Finally, I pick my topic up and move forward.

When I was 10; okay may be not that small. So when I was 15, marriage was an exciting affair or rather event for me. Girls and ladies giggling around, male friends and cousins trying for the best catch, the dancing and the romancing; everything under one roof, a typical Indian wedding, marvelous.  I used to enjoy every moment of that. Then I entered 24, about to finish my under graduation; I know a bit late to finish your undergrads but still. Marriage was no more an exciting event for me but rather, conspiracy by parents and relatives; of course I skipped the time when I was in love. So what I intend to say here is that marry only when you have your basics right. That’s what my coach and teacher told me, not for marriage but for Cricket and Mathematics; for marriage, its basics of life and people. Apparently, one gets this by age and experience. But baby Shano’s dad’s thoughts were otherwise, just like the Republican parties thoughts on Obamacare. He personally appealed to the Dr. MMS, India’s sick Prime Minister (he is not keeping well these days you see) on behalf of all the sick morons- literally, an adult with an age of 8 or 12- of India to keep himself and India away from signing the first-ever global resolution on early and forced marriage of children led by the UN. This resolution was one of the agendas of the UN Human Rights Council to provide a better social status to girls and women, globally.

 What, a better social status for girls and women of India globally, seriously?

P.S.: We do not provide social status to women in India, forget about on a Global level. It is against our formulated constitution of myths by the legends. 

Eventually an SMS was sent from Dr. MMS to the UN guys.” India’s stand remains firm on the women issue. No social status, only rapes, abuses and her freedom. Our woman matures at a faster rate than the woman of rest of the world for marriage. It’s like Sachin XI Vs World XI, no match.”

Well UN, you people don’t get it straight. India is a competitive market. We all learn this in our childhood and follow that until we die. Right now India is facing tough competition from Ethiopia, South Sudan, Sierra Leone, Chad, Guatemala, Honduras and Yemen in terms of women’s social status and we stand firm just above Yemen. Readers please. Dare not speak about the BRIC (Brazil, Russia, India, and China) Council; it is for the economy market which has nothing to do with our women, so why to lose the cut throat competition.  

Well this is not sad; we have women in our political parties too doing other odd, err... I mean important jobs. Just the other day a teenaged boy was caught while doing that eve tease thing on a woman leader of some national party. Later people found he was trying to spit the gutka out. (For my non Indian sub-continent readers, gutka is one of our traditional edibles, an inclination to look elegant).  Nevertheless, baby Shano is now happily married to a man of her town. He is 35. A man, mature enough to take up his social responsibility; haven’t you heard, women mature faster than men.

Gaurav, a friend of mine came back from Zurich last Sunday, after 4 years. He said he was ashamed of being known as an Indian, back in Zurich. I don’t know whether he was right or wrong, but people in other countries have now started identifying India not as a land of Rama or Krishna or of Murgh musallam, Chicken Curry or Paneer Masala but as a land of licentious and cold-blooded people. It’s on us, and will always be on us to choose who we want to be. The good we make our today, the better shall be our tomorrow.  When wounded, you don’t leave the wound on time and people around you to heal it. You know what you do. Do the same to your society. Don't let the bamboozle capture you because once you give him the power to control you, you will never get it back. Apparently, taught in our Civics classes back in school; Democracy is for the people and by the people. make use of that.

There is an old saying in the jungle; We always do have a Choice.