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Friday 11 September 2015

It’s time to zip it up!....


A shout out to prevent peeing and spitting in public places.


Guwahati is no doubt developing; the once green city is rapidly becoming an unattractive concrete jungle, the melting pot of northeast. I love my city and would accept some of its faults, but there is no point denying that it’s screaming for a change, a "clean" change. While driving around Guwahati, you will notice the irritating not-so-soon ending traffics, the people, old, young, the families, the coming up tempting stores, buildings, more buildings, and then there are the unavoidable stink of pee and the red stains of spit in almost all the public walls. The sight of a man relieving himself with his face towards the wall or a woman or man spitting from speeding vehicle is almost synonymous to the everyday sights of Guwahati or for that matter in any state in India.

When our PM Narendra Modi launched the cleanliness campaign “Swachh Bharat Abhiyan” I heard apprehensions and cynicism on a regular basis. One local elderly uncle, “Swachh Bharat, my foot!” spitting a torrent of red betel nut juice on the road. The local youth, the aspiring cool dudes who cannot let go of their ‘gutkas’ talking about all things and spitting on the nearby walls the streets and even the corners of staircases. The Swachh Bharat enthusiast for a day... cleaning and smiling with a broom their hands who, later on even forgot the meaning of cleanliness and continued to treat the streets as the waste bin.

For Mahatma Gandhi "Sanitation is more important than independence". He saw a clean and hygienic dream for India. Though not much a fan of Gandhi, his vision was the foundation for Swachh Bharat and I couldn’t help but agree with him, and why not? Why then the apprehensions and cynicisms? Why not try? Is the cynicism coming from those ‘men’ who cannot handle pressure and give in to it? For whom finding a toilet is the most difficult task in hand and who believe in the saying “going back to nature”?
To me, a simple bus journey is enough to see how the Guwahatians treat the busy streets like a huge waste bin. Let me narrate an incident which happens in regular, basis and I know which has been experienced by all of us irrespective of what public vehicle we chose to travel in. Here I was taking a bus from Christian Basti to my place (which is not too near) jam packed with all kinds of people. In the more than half an hour journey I seething-ly and helplessly observed how at least ten people spat from the moving bus without any care in the world like world champions or has chucked their finished eatables or wrappers like they were flying paper kites. What struck me most was this group of young college going girls going on about the high-flung things in life and easily throwing out gum and chocolate wrappers out of the window and wrinkling their noses when the bus stopped beside a ‘forced’ waste bin beside a bus stop.

Streets are the major source of throwing waste by the Indians followed by the wall of public buildings, official, private buildings and the staircases and yes elevator! I once met a friend of a friend who narrated why he shifted from a government job to an IT company. He told me how the government offices, wash basins, staircases were always painted with red stains, and the backyard wall is marked by ugly red stains along with the filth and stains of urination. The image itself is disgustingly repulsive. But what do we do to prevent it? Or what did my friend’s friend did to stop it? If it repulsed him instead of doing something he preferred to leave. But another question is can one person make a difference? Will his or her voice change the filthiness of people?

To some extent no doubt a voice or the collective voices will make a difference or it will simply bounce off the offender. No doubt peeing at roadside walls is the worst possible filthy picture a city can present and it’s downright embarrassing to the passerby, especially women. I am not being Feminazi here, just merely being a feminist and my question is why is it always men who find it difficult to find a toilet or hold on to the pressure of their pipes?? Day or night, whether it’s a bust street or a secluded spot there will always be a section of men unzipping and relieving themselves. And the thought that peeing in public places in front of public doesn’t seem to bother them calls for a strong need to change this attitude and it has been tried; definitely tried! to a very great extent. From the Governments campaigns and policies to the local endeavours people have tried and still trying. Like for instance, the various implementations of schemes in the major cities.

In Mumbai peeing and spitting in public places is considered the top offence, New Delhi and Bangalore is levying a heavy fine for the same offence and other cities are also taking up the same route slowly. The Government implementations are fine but are they really working? Well, not so much so the locals or the non-government organisations tried to stop this disgusting parade in different new ways and for instance, the advent of posters which are hilarious and eye-catching. And then there are those graffiti saying “yahan mootna mana hain” or “yat kukuror nisina numutibo” Or for that matter putting up deities and pictures of Gods and Goddess in the once garbage or peeing, spitting part of the public places to stop the persons specially men from defiling the area and locality. The walls are splattered “demotivational” posters and messages threatening to pleading to being downright begging... from bringing God’s name “For God’s sake do not Pee here” to a politer one “yahan peshab na kare” to a more aggressive like “Peeing here or spitting here will be subjected to heavy fine” but the problem still persists. Some get discouraged, but some sickening people answer those pleas and threat by directly urinating or peeing in those messages and posters. But to some extent the pictures of Gods or Goddesses seems to work. At least the picture of God makes them control their urge to attend to their nature’s call

And there are those public toilets Sulabh Sauchalaya in almost every big city which undertook the social task for providing hygienic toilet amenities to the local people who feel the need and also to the people who visits cities from outside. They are usually free of cost and also the charges for using toilets etc are easily affordable by every section of people. However, Even then people pay no heed and decide to answer their nature’s call wherever they are.
It’s not just keeping the environment and social surroundings clean and fresh, but also contributing to the nation’s hygiene and health. Spitting is the breeding ground of some of the most hazardous diseases like TB, Swine flu, pneumonia and influenza. India has the highest number of cases of TB caused by infections from spit. Peeing also has its share of infections like urinary tract infection giving birth to other health problems.
The clean-up campaigns, schemes, projects may look fine in print, but the India has a long way to go before achieving its cleanliness targets. It’s not just the lack of manpower or funds but targeting the psychology of the majority of Indians who plainly refuse to follow the basic rules of hygiene and cleanliness and treat the streets and public places as their person dumping grounds.
Building the attitude and the will is what going to solve the problem. No matter how colossal the task seems to be or how deep is the ocean of problems, the awareness programs should never stop; even if they seem quite insignificant. It might just be a short message on the wall or a big scheme of the Government without trying the problem won’t be solved. It’s up to the citizens to try to change the psychology, the hideous attitude and asking them to zip it up!




(Published in the Goodtimes of the Northeast Magazine, month of September)

Saturday 7 February 2015

The ‘graffitied’ love




February is upon us and so is the imposing air of love that will grip the city and the Nation spreading ‘love consciousness’ among people on the Valentine’s day. Yes, this month we are celebrating love and expressing our love in all means possible. Love is a beautiful thing and certainly a thing to be celebrated and treasured; something beyond the realms of money, fame and what not! I strongly believe in love and its magic and so for me, V-day, as it’s called by its aficionados, isn’t as special as I cannot put a constraint of a day or a month to my celebration of love. Yet, I will also not be against people celebrating their love on this day.


Celebration of love is a wonderful thing, but should it come at a price? Should it be at the cost of besmirching the beauty of a city or a country? Just as the title of this feature suggests, I am literally talking about the so called ‘art’, ‘graffiti” of expressing your love. Love can encompass many forms and so can your means of expressing it but that doesn’t mean that you can transform a historical monument into your love-note doodle. Not every art form is golden; nor are your thoughts or feelings and they are certainly repulsive if you put them in public places befouling them.

What I am talking about is the so called graffiti culture in India where the Romeos feel the need to inscribe their love in public places to immortalize their love. It is an extremely repulsive and stupid thing to do. You will find it everywhere; go to a public park and you will find a meticulously carved heart with names embedded along with on some tree or the other, the poles, seats of bus stops, public transports, the desk of Schools and College classrooms and of course the historical monuments are a living example of India’s answer to graffiti scribbles.

Our very own city is no exception; in fact it can give competition to any other graffiti-strewn cities of India. Walk down any area there are love notes scribbled on the walls. Take a look at any electric pole or the walls beside the streets or take a trip to the rural areas and small villages you will find your journey strewn with graffiti scribbles of love. Among them the prominent ones in our city are our temples: be it Kamakhya temple or Umananda or Basista Temple. Take a leisurely trip to the Kamakhya and starting from the first resting lookout point to the last, the walls, the boulders, the posts are strewn with love declaration.

On my recent trip to Kamakhaya which was a more of an outing to enjoy the fresh cool air and view rather than a pilgrimage; I was able to witness and record quite a handful, at the risk of being extremely modest, graffities of love declarations.
In the first look out stop “Rahul loves Sonia forever” and the extremely difficult but not quite cryptic equation : Pranab + Disha = Love, When I walked past that, blushing with all that love, I encountered “Mohan loves Meenu” but Raja loves Isha easily won the “Couple of Kamakhya” award as his heart was doodled the biggest around his name and his beloved. Then again in the ‘big rock’ which is the resting point cum photographic point cum adda point I come across a treasure trove of love notes, with hearts drawn with an arrow. SIGH!

Then again few days later, at the Uzan bazaar park which is the dating point of almost all lovers who want to add a touch of romanticism with a good view or some to save money I saw this tree. Now, this Dilip must be so much in love with Rita or he would not spend hours inscribing meticulously their name along with a heart and rose in the thick tree trunk! And I am sure all of you reading this will have your own versions of witnessing love notes in public places.
But the question is should we be okay with it? What do you all readers think about it? Should we consider it an annoying habit worth a few smiles, a form of amusement and disgust for some? Or should we take some considerable action to stop this besmirching? True! A repainting can restore the walls, posts , desk and benches; but what about our heritage sites? How do we restore their beauty and save them from becoming testimony of blooming love tales which last a whole month on their best days?

These blooming tales of love destroy not only the heritage monuments and sites but also deface the ambience and environment of the place. The damage is irrevocable in some places and in some other places maybe the help of conservation architects may help. Either way, Government intervention as well as the citizens’ cooperation is essential in conserving and keeping public properties, heritage sites free of mindless graffiti. It is not doing any wonders to the city’s decor and it’s time the defacement should be controlled, especially on the landmarks of the city.
It is not just a matter of few laughs, or moment of annoyance, disgust or overlooking, if we cannot curb it, any other measure would be purely a waste of time and resources and would be worth nothing. So what could be the solution or how do we find a solution? Penalties? Fine? But for that we need to catch the culprit in action and for that again the Government should employ “guards” or “supervisors” safeguarding the beauty of the public places. It’s a long shot but if we really work towards it we can cease the invasion to a considerable degree, if not completely stop the besmirching.

The reason defacement occurs because the offenders perhaps feel that there are no outlets to express their love or no ‘wall of expression’ to pour their heart out. But then there are so many possible outlets for the Romeos : how about a poem next time you get submerged in a bout of love and feeling like expressing it, even if it’s a cheesy one? Or how about a tattoo, it seems less tacky and if you cannot do either of those how about your Facebook wall or any other virtual medium? And if some fail to get either option there is still the good old method of writing in a paper and sticking it out. It’s time you control your bouts of love expression and think about the beauty of your city and nation.


[This article has been published in the magazine "Goodtimes...of the Northeast" in the February 2015 issue]


Wednesday 19 February 2014

IT'S NEVER JUST A ‘DREAM’..


Dreams! such a pleasant word… a world filled with an oceanic depth in which no matter how much you swim and dive you cannot come to a static surface. Dreams are rich; dreams are unique to every individual. We all have our dreams, do we not?? And it’s up to us to share our quota of dreams with others. Some dreams are vivid some are not…some are more comprehensible and some remains a mystery. It’s like trying to catch the wind, you feel it yet you cannot hold it.

Dreams are said to be the window to our unconscious mind…a way for us to look into our unconscious.
According to ‘the’ Sigmund Freud (founder of psychoanalysis) dreams are all forms of " wish fulfilment" — which can be said as ‘attempts by the unconscious to resolve a conflict of some sort, whether something recent or something from the recesses of the past.


So what is a dream?

Literally dreams are images, thoughts and emotions that we experience feel during our sleep. Dreams can be very graphic or can be very vague; filled with emotions like happiness, joy, sadness, disappointment, anger, pain and even fear.">Dreams can be divided into two main kinds; one that occurs only during our sleep when the mind is unconscious and others that occur while awake or in a state of semi wakefulness or semi conscious mind.

So why do we dream? What intentions do the dreams have? While many theories have been projected till now, no single accord regarding the dreams has surfaced. Nevertheless, it is important to regard that science is still unravelling the exact purpose and function of dreams.

A dream is a vast region and every known religion, culture of the world has it’s own different interpretation of dreams and associated superstitions. And chances are that all of us at one point or the other is often found mystifying over the mysterious substance of a dream. Today dreams and its interpretations are one of the most researched and studied upon subject. You can find all kinds of interpretations; there is psycho analytic, cultural and religious dream interpretation. Dreams are also used to foretell the future

We all want to know about our dreams, their meanings, intentions some with hope and some with apprehension. Dreams are like short movies going on in our mind giving us visuals and also make us feel. Did u ever think how a few seconds of visuals can affect your mental stamina? How a bad dream has that lingering touch to the whole day make you feel miserable, or happy or sad.

It’s never just a dream there is so much to it. Sometimes the dreams are so vivid you can almost feel them, whether you dreaming about an attack by a elephant or you get bitten by a dog you can almost feel it.. the next question comes are dreams symbolic?? Do they represent things, why is that sometime we have clear dreams and others are hidden behind an array of symbols???

Most of the times dreams are symbolic and that is the reason why dreams are studied and researched upon so much. The dream interpretations is actually a very fascinating.. You can find meaning of your dreams in books and the  internet. There are even dream dictionaries telling you about your symbolic dreams.
Here some of the symbolic interpretations of dreams:

Animals:  Animals in dreams are commonly associated concealed desires, feelings and sexual urges. Cats in the dream indicate deceive and deceit. Dogs generally indicate loyalty and friendship and also are symbolic of your skills which are ignored, but are yet to be revived. Elephants represent that you need patience to get success. Fish indicates coming of some new changes. Crocodiles represent powerful force which can be harmful or favourable. Snakes has different meanings in different cultures sometimes it represent sexual potency , sometimes sexual dissatisfaction. When you see a snake biting you, it represents hidden fears.

Chasing dreams: In a dream if you are chased by someone or some animal, it characterizes your fear of being attacked or opposed. It might mean that you have an issue in the work place or love which you have to resolve.

Dead body: A dead body in the dream usually has a positive meaning it represents good fortune and monetary gains. Some dreams can also mean oncoming doom. 



Sex: To dream about sex represents that you are sexually dormant. It also indicates repressed sexual desires and your needs for physical and emotional love. And to dream about sex with a stranger signifies that you are dissatisfied with your partner and indication of a new relationship.



Sky: Clear blue sky symbolizes new hopes and happiness and cloudy sky represents trouble. Clouds in our dreams tell us about the balance between our logical mind and our emotions. Dark clouds usually symbolize a brooding nature, or a situation in which we have dark feelings about something, and we are unable to express these feelings

Earth: Earth represents your practical nature and your need to be patient. It also symbolizes our roots, stability and foundations. If you dream of dark, rich soil it means fertility, birth and gives us a message to be creative and plant our seeds of creativity with an expectation of good result.



Water: Pure water in indicates that you are emotionally and spiritually good and muddy and dirty water represents that you are going to face troubles or there may be some bad news.

Fire: Fire symbolizes anger, passion, transformation, sexual desire and destruction. It can mean a symbol of your own internal fire and inner transformation, indication of something old is passing and something new is entering into your life.

Teeth falling:  Its one of the most common dream symbols. Many cultures, including our own diverse Indian cultures, believes that when you dream about rotten or falling teeth, then it indicates that a family member or close friend is very sick or even near death. It also indicates some deficiency in you. Losing your teeth- Feeling helpless, powerless, overwhelmed.
Decayed teeth- indicate weakening of power in the areas of health, business, finances or society. People fighting disease or suffering business losses often dream of rotten teeth.
Biting someone.-What you are doing or saying is hurting another person or you may be reacting in a childish, forceful manner in some particular situation.
Being bitten-It indicates a feeling of threat or pressurized.
Then there is the category of horror dreams, nightmares- dreams involving the dreamer having a frightening dream about ghosts, spirits, and other supernatural beings which infuse fear and dread in the dreamer. The characteristic of a nightmare is it’s frightening or has an emotional content with a sense of dread. You tend to wake up in fear in the midst of a nightmare and they have a greater impact on you and its images stay with you throughout the day.

Ghosts, in dreams, often signify shadowy apprehensions that have to be brought into the open. It represents that aspect that you fear and it’s your fear which turns them into horror images. These kinds of dreams reflect your own fears about death and death. There is also a mystical meaning to it, many claim they can speak to the dead through dreams and the ghosts appear to speak to them or convey them a message. In some cases, the spirit through the dreamers gave evidence that proved them to be the real spirits of people from the other world. It’s said that usually only the spirit people whom you care for can communicate with you in this manner.



But the question is are they for real?? Or are they just tools of pop psychology to gain attention of the people, is dream interpretation slowing becoming commercialized like palmistry, fortune telling and on the verge of becoming a sold art??

While some think it’s a voice from the other ethereal world, others believe it’s your soul communicating with you. So this has led to so many interpretations which have now taken the shape of commercial dream interpretation. But whether commercial or academic or purely for scientific gain dreams is one of the fascinating and mysterious subjects of the world which have so much to offer. Though dreams are surrounded by the halo of mysticism, psychic and religious traits, it’s mainly our subconscious mind helping our conscious mind to walk through the events of life.

And lastly all I want to say is that a dream is your and only yours alone, there is no two dreams alike, no twins so it’s up to you to decipher its meaning by diving deep in to it.  Till then keep dreaming.

                                                                                  

Sunday 16 June 2013

Silver-tailed words


You emerge out of the shadows
I reach out to touch you
The trees drifted apart,
You become more opaque yet beautiful
The ghostly halo never leaving you
Your rays slanting down to touch the tip of the leaves
My hands taking in your colour
The beautiful silveriness spreads around
Then the voices of the dusking bugs
Welcoming you with a strange disjointed melody
Yet the stillness creeps around
(inside me)

The lake looks on.. murmuring
Frowning and forbidding
Brooding at you for taking its beauty and covering her with your silvery mist.
I sat beside it taking in the sounds in the silence.

The silence!! (the inner silence!)
Ever prevailing ever unfriendly
So where did the sounds go?
Lost in the transition of chaos of discontentment?
The breeze answers softly whispering…. silently.

I sat there
And there and now
Taking in the unnerving hushed beauty.
So hushed drowning in your own voice.

I search for my words
The darkness mocks at my faltering sounds.
Words slipping out.. falling.
A period of Mind-ly disarray
Wits, mind and hearts colliding
Turmoil of words, conflicting each other.
Leaving me with an empty yet occupied mind,
Lost…. And searching….

Then …you beamed at me
Silver-tongued with those radiant hues
Softly caressing my nervousness.
Dousing me with illumination.
  
What do we have?
 A time, an age where
The insight, the knowledge pertaining as it is
The expectation, the hopes as they are
Unseen and aloof staring at us
Intact and untouched.
Silent yet promising…





Friday 28 December 2012

This poem is dedicated to the memory of the unfortunate Delhi gangrape victim. May she find peace


The mutilated Self


Her veiled heart,
Lost in the world of lust.
Drifting among the soulless soul,
Shrouded in shame and disgrace.

Seized of her dignity,
Ravaging her mind, her body..
A mutilated sense of self.

Wounded and broken She lies
Screaming into the silence;
Slithering for justice.
Calm she never found.
Yet why??
The torment she waged ?
The demons faced?
Inexorably sapping the life out of her
Till she is nothing but a shadow of remains.

Now,
She lies in rest, mingling with the ashes
Her soul remains seeking out her revenge.