Up, Up and UPA

DISCLAIMER - I didn't write this one! I have split personality. Yesterday, while my 'other self' was drafting a new post, a strange creature with the head of a pig, the torso of a jackass and the rear of a baboon showed up. It snatched my laptop and began typing away! It said it was from the Andromeda Galaxy and needed to discuss the Lok Sabha Elections, 2009. Plus, it threatened to spray it's 'venom' on me, otherwise. I thought, Swine flu! No! What choice did I have. Here it goes.

After that mind blowing majority, the UPA is now set for another term, to run the largest democracy in the world. The reigning Queen successfully played all her moves and set the way for her charming, not-as-shrewd-yet, dimpled Prince! He'll learn. We all start somewhere. This is the final mandate given by the Junta. The need for 'Youngistan'. Milind Deora, Sachin Pilot, Jyotiraditya Scindia are some of the new faces who can speak English along with their local languages. They are qualified and also haven't been to jail! They have not been tainted by scams and corruption, yet. Though I was unbiased earlier, I seem to have developed a tilt in favor of these people. Hope, it all lasts. The Sensex is on a high already!

As I was glued to the T.V. the entire weekend, I witnessed all the comedies and tragedies. The Drama unfolded with the Media! Barkha Dutt, I noticed, had mellowed down a lot! She actually gave way for others to speak and wasn't loud at all! Sweet! Ever wondered what would happen if she went on Oprah's show?! A  fellow tweeter suggested. "Oprah will make Barkha cry, & then Barkha will make her cry by suing her". Goodness! 

Rajdeep Sardesai, on the other hand, was extremely charged up and it made me wonder "What's the secret of his energy?!' (Boost?! Naah. Red Bull maybe.) NDTV had this cool gadget displaying visual graphics of the votes distribution all over the country. Very fancy! But none could figure out what was going on in Shivaganga, Tamil Nadu. Amma accused Mr. P.C. of fraud while the rest of the country thought, she either hid some of the electronic ballots in the folds of her sari or swallowed them. Anyway, Mr. Chidambaram emerged victorious by a narrow margin. There were celebrations on Sun TV while Jaya TV began the telecast of Tamil songs. No more headlines flashing there.

Nothing could help Behenji either. She instead blamed the 'confused' Muslims for her downfall. Well, seriously, we were all confused. What were you up to?! Thankfully, we would still have computers and can speak in English. The cycle had a flat tyre and crashed! And, in spite of of all the hate speeches, Varun won from Pilibhit. Posters in Pilibhit said, "Yeh haath.. mujhe de Thakur!" Nahiin! But in the end, the hand that rocked the cradle (Rahul's) does rule the nation! Wait! Whatever happened to Mallika Sarabhai (I know you read it as Sherawat!). Remember the way she went to file her nominations? Money collected from aam aadmi in a basket. Against Mr. Advani! Well, voters did not get hypnotized by the bindi.

The efforts to drive non Maharashtrians away and polarizing, hit the Sena real hard. Didi emerged victorious after all. Laluji is all remorseful and is left tending to his buffaloes. Moral - "Be friends with the alligator until you cross the lake". Mr. L. K. Advani refused to head the Opposition. The BJP, apart from blaming each other, is now also left with the task of finding a new leader. We do hope they realize what went wrong. It's now clear that paying Google to display ads all over the Internet, doesn't help. India is, very proudly, a secular country. We peacefully coexist and expect to do so.. in years to come! 

Here's a masterpiece. An election poster you should see! The 'actual' meaning of party symbols.

P.S. This is my first post as a guest! It's on Shakthidharan's blog. Thank you for the faith and appreciation! :)

What's in a Name!

This post is the aftermath of 'Curd Rice' Kartik wondering why I was praising myself on my own post. Seriously, I don't think I'd do that! That's what you folks are here for, right! So, here's introducing, my name double.. my nick name double.. Kadambari Singhania! Well, she did that posts ago. Here it is. I can never be as consistent as she is but anyway. She posts as Kaddu while I use my full name. Also, our display pictures are different! She's got a Halloween pumpkin (a kaddu).

And talking of names, I decided to Google it up and came across various links to Kadambari. I knew most of them already but some were kind of strange!

  • Goddess Lakshmi is called so. Some say Goddess Saraswathi instead! Well, I guess they are all various avatars of the same one. (And it appears in the Lalitha Saharsranamam).
  • It's the world's first novel written in Sanskrit by Banabhatta.
  • This is an interesting one. Kadambari means the 'nectar/ wine' made from the Kadamba flowers. Intoxicating!
  • It means 'book' in certain languages like Kannada and Marathi.
  • A female cuckoo! FTW. I didn't know this. 

My mum has a penchant for traditional sounding, rare and historic names. And my name is the aftermath. So, obviously back in school, I landed up with a number of innovative nick names. Kaddu was the obvious one though I insist, I don't look like one, yet! My case is like, here's Kaddu who looks like Bhindi. Well, and the other really mean one was, Kadhe-mein-bhari. (Translated in Hindi to filled-in-slush). Cadbury was also deduced from the name though it's almost as long.

At BITS, it never turned nasty for me unlike some. I was called AutoCAD or CAD. So much for taking up Mechanical Engineering and actually doing a course called CAD (Computer Aided Design). Funny! What's in a name, anyway!


The title is in reference to Twitter's trending topics fad.

So, what has failed? The economy. Check. War against terrorism. Check. Politician's integrity. Check. Hopes. Check. Life. Check.

A batch mate of mine killed himself last week. Apparent reason given, is his inability to  get a job after studying at BITS, Pilani. And I got to know of this through tweets from fellow BITSians. He was a brilliant student, a hardworking guy and the only son. The news shocked me beyond wits. Why would anyone take such a step! And how?! I have often heard people saying, 'Suicide is Cowardly'. I doubt it. I don't think I can imagine hanging myself from the fan, writhing in agony, choking for breath, waiting to die. The momentary courage drives a person into such an extreme. But what gets left behind! Parents, who collect the shattered remains of their lives and would henceforth, probably, never sleep peacefully. Haunting memories of their child that was.

All that was running in my head was, 'What's wrong with people?!' Are we not taught to handle pressure? Can we not have some patience and look for alternatives? If something doesn't go the way we planned, what should we do? Kill ourselves? Not possible. Then what? I'm not delving into reasons of him taking such a decision. People have been contemplating financial status, parental pressure etc. But still. There has to be a way out.

These days I see parents demanding good grades, excellent dancing/ singing/ speaking/ painting skills from a child who has not even turned 10. After school, there's guitar class, then tuitions, then swimming! Coaching for IIT JEE begins from 6th standard nowadays. And every kid is expected to be nothing but THE BEST in any field that he ventures. Ok. Fine! Who comes second now? Or third in class? This madness has to stop somewhere. Or else, live with the consequences. 

We are  humans. We try. We fail sometimes. Succeed the rest of the times. It's natural. We can't force our expectations onto children. Every individual has his own capacity and capability. And when nurtured properly, they'll come out with flying colors. But that does not mean that just because A's son earns a fortune working for XYZ company or B's daughter is the brightest in math, your kid should be, too! Isn't your kid the bundle of joy you got, into this world! Share the joy! Appreciate them for what they are. And teach them to accept failures. 

Another thing that keeps popping in my head is dignity of work. No job is any lesser. If you do not work at Google, doesn't mean you are not worth anything! Every job has its value. Every work is respectful. Well, blame the society for glorifying some and mocking the others. It has made people think that it's below their dignity to foray into something less known or less paid for. Kids need to be taught the value of work. Things don't come easy in life and hardships are a part and parcel of it. Help your kids when they need you the most. Guide them. Show them alternative paths. Stand by them. Be glad at least they are there.

What would you rather have? A child who works in an average company and brings home enough money to make a contented livelihood or his picture adorned with fresh flowers? Make a choice.

P.S. I got back home from work and called my parents to tell them that they were the most awesome ones in the world! Love you both!

And the Award goes to

When Sumit of Hues of Insanity fame, nominated me for the Blogger Friendship Award, I was all tempted to get on top of my table and blow kisses and shed glycerin  tears.  Phew, glad I didn't do that. I might not have got the stipend for this month. Anyway, so here's my list of blogger buddies who have made my blog what it is.. today! The list could go on but I guess am supposed to stop somewhere.

Kokonad - From his swanky name to his 2D's.
Narain - For his 'mushroom head' & 'compositions'.
Kruthika - 'Coz sometimes even our moods match, in spite of being miles apart.
TW - For her regular dose of musings.
Varun - For all the 'ice'.
Reva - Absolut  wit & humor.
Kartik - For serving 'curd rice' with lots of spice.
Kaddu - Well! People named 'Kadambari' are obviously great! Hi five!
Pushkar - For his blogging tips.
Samuel - Chai time twitter buddy. 
Vyazz - For his thought stirring writing.
Rads - For always being around.
Kinni - Partner in crime.
Tikuli - The cool mommy blogger.
Choco - For the 'cat'titude.
ET - The brain behind those adorable Zoozoos.

Now, each of could take this up and nominate your bunch of friends! Spread the love! 

From Darkness to Light

I got down from the bus. I have been practicing alighting from a moving bus. Slow moving. Not to worry. It's not as tough as it seemed to me earlier. The shuffle was on and played my current favorite track. Square One by Coldplay from the Album X & Y. Home was a good 10 minutes walk from here and I loved every minute of it, in spite of the heat. I started towards the junction with various thoughts in mind. For starters, I don't like interference. The so called well wishers from all around the world who have nothing to do, whatsoever, with my life. Poking their over sized noses to sniff out something interesting to dwell upon. Don't we all have enough on our heads without worrying about what is happening around? Seriously, who has the time and energy to discuss every mortals' issues! I, for instance, am at work from 7 in the morning to almost 5. Travel included. So, when I get back home, all I can think of is, good food and good sleep. Sigh. People don't change. I'm so glad for this trend of nuclear families. Fewer folks to bear. Also, lesser burden on the planet. Anyway.

I saw him as I walked towards the adjacent bus stop. He must have been in his 50's. He was confused and muttering to himself, so someone around him would offer help. No one looked in his direction. I went up to him and asked where he wanted to go. He said Egmore and even told me the bus numbers on that route. He had been waiting for nearly an hour and people either overlooked him or gave him wrong directions. I informed him that he was standing at the wrong stop and the buses to Egmore came to the adjacent one. I waited along with him. I asked him if he wanted to sit. He said he was used to working long hours, standing. He didn't like to sit. The frequency of buses seemed to have died down and I wondered if he'd mind taking one of the auto rickshaws or the share autos. He reinstated the common belief that they were not to be trusted, on experience. He even advised me against it, ever.

He used to work in a factory in Ambattur Estate. It suffered losses and was shut down. His supervisor was willing to recommend him to another factory in Coimbatore, because he was such a good employee. But he was hesitant about moving to a different place with family. Then, he insisted that I get moving and not wait so long for him. I assured him that I was in no hurry. What work did I have. He asked me my name. I told, and wondered what he would do with it. Since 'Kadambari' is not too often heard, he asked me to repeat it. So he could remember. He said he prayed everyday so he'd include my name in his prayers from now on. He said people usually never helped him. The bus finally did come and I thought if it would be difficult for him to reach his destination once the sun sets. But well, he lived in a world that was dark. And he had lived his life in darkness. He was probably a better night traveler, than most of us. He was blind. He seemed worn out after years of sufferings and toil. Yet, he was up and running. Providing for his family and trying his best to live a dignified life. He carried a bag slung over his shoulder and a cane. I held him by his arm and directed him inside the bus. He thanked me and smiled. I wonder if he knew what a smile looked like. I couldn't smile then, though. I didn't have to smile back at him. He wouldn't know.

I started walking back, retracing the path. Some song played. I don't remember which one. I increased the volume till I couldn't hear anything. In my head.

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