A Wednesday - a reminiscent experience

Well, just took a day out of the trash of summers process to break the monotony.... went around Chandni Chowk.... got a feel of Burrabazar after a while... then went around Dilli Haat with friends and enjoyed every bit of it.. oh ... great that I went there...
Then what a way to conclude it all - watched A Wednesday!
What a superbly delivered product... I hail Naseer... what a performance, particularly in the twenty minutes of climax... awesome...! Having read through the blasts.. in past few months - starting from Bangalore to the repeated one in Meharauli... a feeling of disgust was mounting up... and even stronger doubt about the perpetrators...
Then another thing I felt reminiscent about was the experiencing the "power of faith"... the one thing I read seriously in Psychology course[:p]. I mean the faith of a common man taking the whole system for a ride.. and the identification with it was really good.. Its tough to do so.. but couldn't help comparing it with "Aamir" but really can't make out - yes I feel easier to identify with the theme of former one.. Having seen the "stupid common man" throughout the day... I was really astonished.. there was hell of a queue at Chandni Chowk metro station and yet finding the first opportunity to escape . people grabbed it... obviating the fear of any untoward incident... similarly... people leaving behind the fear and having a good time at Dilli Haat...
I still ask myself.. like the character in the movie... "Is this resilience by force or by choice..!"

The Cornucopia...

Well, having been brought up in a state that is politically dominated by Communists, I have witnessed a way of life that seems to prefer equality over equity. Often, I feel confused.... IS it actually bad to desire for the cornucopia! Is it wrong to lust for more in life?
Theoritically, it is easy to say that every human individual is entitled to some bare minimum requirement for sustainenance ... food, shelter and clothing, the fundamental neccessities of life, but can it be actually acheived?
Interestingly, as per the Forbes 2008, Mumbai is the seventh largest city of world in terms of number of billionaires, and the same city boasts of one of the biggest slum in the world!
Whenever, I think of my long term goals and what is it that I desire to acheive in my life, I feel so strange... what should we desire for? There is this strange fear of being despised to say that "So, what? I am money minded and I want lots and lots of money! "
IT feels so strange to see our highly educated prime minister advising austerity to the corporates at CII meeting! Are we still illusioned by the socialist ideals that hinder development in the name of equality?

Power of Time...

Well, the roots of the topic link back to the good old childhood days.... when there was this innate desire to grow up and behave like elders..
When I was in Std. I , we were asked to write with pencils and only Std. IV onwards, could we have the privilege to pen something...! So, waited for that... कि मैं कब बडा होऊंगा....?
Then, when I moved to Std. VI, Social Sciences became - History and Geography.. Science became - Life Science and Physical Science.. and the excitement knew no bounds. (as if I will learn how to make an atom bomb!). Yeah I have grown up! Yahoooooooooooo..........!!!!!!!!
Some days later, got to learn,, that there is a lot more to learn..
Some years later... moved to Std. IX and the width of the books had multiplied... thought that "Eureka! Eureka! I have finally achieved it... I am a grown up..."
All the bubbles went bursting...
Fir, moved to Class XI,, now the number of books also multiplied... at least now,, I should... finally get to feel.. that.. I .. HAVE... GROWN... UP.. Lekin nahin,,, the fruit jumped to the next higher branch...
When, I joined engineering college,.. I thought... that I wouldn't need to feel low again.. about not being a grown up... at least I will learn how to repair TVs, computers, fans,,, like our engineers do.... But, all in vain,... Still felt like a child...
Got into the job... and had every good reason to think that I was grown up.. but again.. history and mystery repeated....

Now, the moral of the story:

The peaks and hurdles.. once conquered and crossed.. always look smaller when looked back at .. This is the power of time... It makes you mightier for the targets ahead...

Just believe in it... Life continues...