3 Latest Musketeers

So what all this fuss about marriage as soon as you cross 26. Okay ya, even I thought that my parents are super cool until 22nd July, last year. Someone told me marriage is full of restrictions. You either die young or married else see yourself becoming old and grumpy all alone. But no one tells you the story of what happens until you die. Lets assume I know three people. Bittu Banwari, who is not going to live for more than, say;3 years. Second one, Bhanu Chudasama is of course married, because her family wanted her to die a slow death and the third is my friendly neighborhood, The Grandpa, living next door.

Now Banwari is a guy who live in slums of India originating from Patna. My non-Indian folks can go and watch Slumdog Millionaire to know more about Slums. Banwari has this fantasy of going to Bangkok and banging chicks there before he gets banged by life. Hot girls in Bangkok is what he keeps hearing from his friends all the time. Apparently, he is saving money for this purpose. What he does for a living? No, he does not sell movie tickets in black. That will be stereotyping him. He also does not happens to be a small time smuggler. Perhaps, he sells pan masala at a bus stop. Why only chicks of Bangkok? Well may be as they say; one life, make it large.

On other hand Bhaanu is an underrated, over hyped IT professional apart from being a Gujju girl, married to Jiten Chudasama. Her only aim in life was to get married apart from being an independent girl. She achieved it. What she is doing in this story? Well that's the next part. How I know her? She buys smoke and condoms from Banwari's shop apart from the pan masala. What to say, Banwari keeps it all. The fantasy of her life, which is on the verge of having say no to sex, is to get a divorce from Jiten and live a separate life. Date men, boys, girls, women, drink, puke, sky dive, bungee jump, climb mountains and bang every one along the way. She thinks she can do this all but the stand alone factor that keeps her at the rim is the society. The paradox is the way society keeps faith in you to allow your life being ruined by another jerk who can do the same to you, without being even noticed or bothered. 

The Grandpa living nearby is another classic example of what to do and what not to do in life. He got it all from life. A successful business, five bungalows, and four wives, (God! The last one was a hot girl of tinsel town). No wonder he had a marvelous life. He is 84 now. Living in a 1 BHK apartment in New Delhi, all alone. As he says and I quote,"Yes, I had all the fun I wanted but what I miss more is the essence of true love my first wife had for me." I could sense the fun he misses and the fun he missed. At 84, he lives it all, parties, boozes, eat everything he wants, go places he wants, with just that one regret of doing this all alone.

Asking myself what I want from life, what I am going to have from it, I am clueless. Lives of Banwari, Mrs. Chudasama and Grandpa have nothing in common but that flavor of love that was always missing. As far as I am concerned, after being dumped in the last weekend of 2010, I am going to propose this awesome girl tomorrow morning. I hope she says. And yeah, I am the guy who gets his hand down on weed with all these three.

Who's the Pawn

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Many years ago there was a house, a small house, of about 10 people living in it. They themselves managed the whole house. Right from doing the odd jobs to the complete maintenance was there day to day task. Flooring, cleansing, cooking etc., all managed peacefully and perfectly. Then came a time when the family size grew. It grew up to 30. Managing a family of 30 became tad difficult for each one as resources were limited. So they mutually decided to divide the house and family to distribute the work load. Idea was good. Everything was restored to good as earlier. But then again some years later, the family in each house grew big. Total number of members went up to 100. This is the time when all people together thought and decided to have a head elected amongst them who’s only task would be looking after the comfort and requirements of the people of the houses.  Idea was brilliant. So a person was elected who can perform the desired task as per his capabilities.

Initially all went better than the expectations. The elected person proved to be a great asset to everyone. Prosperity was restored. Slowly number of people and eventually the number of houses started to increase. Apparently, the number of elected members also increased and that fraternity of elected members chose a leader who can lead the group of elected members and has vision to help in providing services to the people of a much bigger society now.  And as legendary Toby Maguire aka The Spiderman had said, with great powers, comes greater responsibility; the same became applicable to the panel of elected members and to their Chief. But alas! The vision that the first elected person saw, to frame the structure of the society, could not be achieved. Power and authority made the elected hollow. Engrossed in self remuneration, the leaders forgot the intent of constructing a democratic and united society and instead manipulated it into a society of fickle minded commoners who think themselves to be a pawn of their master, completely reverse to the whole purpose of their existence.

 And today here we stand amidst this election again searching for our purpose, the sole existence in the society and a leader. A leader who can guide us to towards the mountain of prosperity, who can transform the fate of many; but has it ever occurred to anyone that we are supposed to elect a leader and not any crazy illusionist Genie who does AabraKaDaabra to make your wish come true. In the past few months, I have seen all combinations of craziness, a craze that I see after every five years.  To me, it is like a fifth year plan. And the plan is:

              1.       Do not do your part of good deeds to contribute to your society.

              2.       Do not engage yourself into horrendous activities like not helping the needy.

              3.       Do not respect each other’s individuality.

              4.       Do not say no to corruption done by the commoners but ask for no corruption                      done by the leaders and,

              5.       Do not involve oneself in patriotic activities unless,

                                                              i.           Its a cricket match

                                                              ii.         Its election time

                                                              iii.       Its Satyamev Jayate being aired.

People whom we want to be our leaders are no different from us. In fact they are our thoughts that have come to life. So if something is wrong, it’s with us. But as they say in the jungle, who cares. Yes, none cares. So why this shout about Modi, Rahul, Kejrival  or any random piece of our thought, when we have turned deaf to our inner voice. No leader can shape our future or guide us towards it. And a mere vote is not going to change your life. It will change only when the man which you have become will change. There is no man of steel standing out there. He is inside you. One has to decide what kind of man one wants to be. Whoever that man is; good character or bad, he's going to change the world, a quote from Christopher Nolan’s masterpiece.

Remember, this is our movie, our story. We are the protagonists, then why to make someone else your hero. Do Vote. But don’t just vote and expect, then forget and then start expecting again. Be a hero and drive your nation towards dignified glory. Be the good to witness the good.

                                                                       ab bhi jiska khoon na khaula,

                  khun nahi woh paani hai,

                  jo is desh ke kaam na aaye, 

                  woh bekar jawani hai