Wednesday, 21 June 2017

The sugar and spice that is life.

 Fatherhood was celebrated today.The father here was most anxious that his sons wish him and they thankfully did not disappoint. You never know what to expect from 2 males on the threshold of adulthood.Daddy dearest has cashed the cheque presented to him and has shared the bar of dark chocolate with mommy. It was the first time in 22years that mommy had gifted him something from her small but valuable earnings.  Surprisingly there were not too many Father's day texts flying around.  A few had changed their dp's in honour of their fathers. There were a few pictures on Facebook of friends with their fathers or friends remembering their late fathers. The fervour that mother's day generates was missing. ( I could be mistaken)Biologically, a daddy is required to make a mommy, but as things stand today,  modern families may have 2 mommies raising a child or 2 daddies raising a child or a single mommy or daddy raising a child.
 The weekend saw a family reunion at a memorial service for a recently deceased aunt. As is the case family reunions generally take place at weddings and funerals. The junior musician along with his band of boys set the beat for some head banging music at Hard Rock Cafe in Pune. It's called 'Post Rock' music - whatever that means.
Columnist and writer  Shobha De in her latest column in a newspaper explores the concept of insecurity that we are so bogged down with.  'Why are we so insecure?'she asks as she goes about installing CCTV cameras in her home before heading out on a vacation.  Basically, trust is a lost word today, she says. Stories about abandonment, apathy, distrust and despair are daily fare in newspapers. On cue, I met a senior citizen and we got chatting. The silver-haired lady began reminiscing about the past, told tales about times when neighbours would even share a dish well prepared or chat over a cup of chai.  Do we even know who our neighbours are today? Folks remain well connected on social media but quite disconnected otherwise. The internet and the array of electronic devices have done wonders for us- Life is fast and more comfortable but somewhere, something has been lost.Children don't play as much as they should- thanks to the virtual world that they have immersed themselves in.One chats online most of the time rather than offline. Emoticons take the place of emotions, one is distracted by the constant buzz when one is writing. - That one must make it a point to grow up and switch off that buzz when she is working. One may also be tempted to attend to every buzz which is not a good habit.
When bad things happen, you wonder what hit you, why and how it happened and most importantly why it happened to you.Life is hardly fair and the grass is always greener on the other side. 
How do you deal with the crap that life hands out to you? Do you accept your fate or do you fight tooth and nail to turn your life around? 
You are first overwhelmed by feelings of deep resentment and hatred which breed feelings of distrust and despair. You just can't fathom what went wrong -Be it a failing marriage, a financial crisis or delinquent children. Sometimes you cannot change your fate however much you hope and wish for otherwise. You have had a financial breakdown, your life has been ripped apart.You have been told that it is all coming together but  your faith in mankind has been broken. However you have no choice but to keep going. There are other lives that depend on you, so you  decide to take the bull by the horns. 
Be thankful for the small mercies. God works in wondrous ways!

Wednesday, 7 June 2017

Rants and raves under a June sky.

May slipped out and June slipped in. We are half way through the year. There were ups and downs, highs and lows, laughter and tears. Terror raised its ugly head twice too soon in London and  Mr. Donald Trump opted out of the Paris climate change agreement.  Back home the sex life of the peacock was in the news, the moral police were at work trolling a certain film star for being 'indecently dressed' as she met the PM.
Tejas, the superfast express train between Mumbai and Goa was vandalised on its very first run by none other than the commuters - 'shame shame Bhartiya vaasi..'What is it with us that we so preciously guard and care for private space and choose to disregard public property? We employ maids to clean our homes but have no qualms about soiling a brand new toilet seat in a brand new train or stealing headphones from that very train.Amid strong protests and mock funerals, trees are being felled left, right and centre to make away for the metro in amchi Mumbai. I am reminded of Gieve Patel's poignant poem - On killing a tree. Mother Earth weeps.
 We are so very proud   that  Matunga railway station is to be completely manned by women.Isn't that a shot in the arm to women empowerment? Good luck ladies!The bottle crushing machines installed at 10 suburban railway stations are reported to be doing brisk business. Installed as part of the Swaachh Bharat Campaign last year the number of plastic bottles treated as of April 30th totalled to 2,07,871 . The recycled bottles are used to make, clothes, carpets and grocery bags. It is but a fitting tribute to mother earth on World Environment day. Now she weeps tears of joy. 

At home, academics are in the air. The first - born an engineering student by day and passionate musician by night is doing an internship in hope of securing a good placement while is the second is hard at work preparing for exams.  When did the wonder years wander away?
 One day at a time sweet Jesus...

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