History of Twisted Minds

It was one of those rare moments where emotions conflict and you don't know whether to laugh or cry. While most of Hindus were celebrating Dussehra, yet another festival of Good triumphing over Evil by goddess Durga putting an end to Mahishasura  there were a few doing something that would count as one of those What The Duck !!! moments.

There are a group of people who were mourning Mahishasura's death mentioning that he was a great king and leader who belonged to backward castes and since the history was written by people didn't belong to their caste, fiddled with it and made it a glorious day which should have actually been a Black Day. They argue that people should read and try to understand history properly, only then they would know how great Mahishasura was and how he was destroyed by a Goddess belonging to a forward caste.

Now somebody try and explain them the difference between mythology and history, no wait don't, unless you belong to those backward castes chances are that you too will try to cover up the real history. being a fair person that I am, I tried to take their argument and do some research . Things that I found were more than shocking and can be read from here and here. 

Both claim that this guy was not even a complete human being but a cross between a demon and a she buffalo, wherein the demon fell in love (whether it was one sided or mutual is not known) with a she buffalo (or a demoness in the form of a buffalo) and this was the product of their consummation. It is also given that the demon while making this orgasmic trans-species love, was attacked and killed by another wild buffalo. Well who wouldn't, wouldn't you if one of your kind was being molested by one of a different kind, as if the competition within the same species wasn't tough enough. For those of you thinking and getting disgusted about the whole demon on buffalo thingy, come on this guy was returning after a great penance where in he was deprived of all the worldly pleasures for a long long period of time. There are people who would molest dogs because they missed their wives.Now we know the origins of these kind of people.

However I didn't find any trace of Mahishasura being a great king of the downtrodden, no doubt these forward caste bastards have eliminated all the evidences and twisted all the facts even on internet. Now I join these humble people and mourn the death and condemn the oppression that has been and is still being carried out by the so called forward caste. Shame on you..

Update: After some more research A.K.A surfing internet i found about this tribe who mourn the death of mahishasura and some more info here and here . All these articles talk about a specific tribe, please don't confuse them with the well educated city dwelling people I have mentioned above.

Jeeezzz..You have been Profiled!!!

The first time I came across the word "Profile", one of my intelligent and worldly smart friends told me that, when you add a photo to a bio-data it is called a profile (I know I have very smart friends) so when I read in some newspaper that the police were asking for the profile of a murderer from the witnesses, I was like How the hell will the witnesses have the bio-data of the murder that too with a picture on it. By that time I was taught to look up in the dictionary for the meanings of words I didn't know and not to rely on the intelligent friends. The next time my mind went bonkers was when i saw some American news channel blaming some one for racially profiling someone and found that it can be used as a gentler and politically correct version of abusing someone based on his caste, colour, creed, sex, race, religion etc. This got me into thinking of all the times i have been "Profiled" and I didn't even know. 

I am really not sure if it was in my 6th or 7th standard. I was new to the school and some kid was bothering me, making it difficult for me to concentrate on the lecture. Although the teacher noticed it she didn't react, so I had to take matter into my own hands. All i did was take his book and throw it out of the class and that's when the teacher's hand landed right across my cheek with all the force and I was asked to get out of the class for being arrogant. I later came to know that the kid bothering me was that teacher's relative. I was "Relatively Profiled".

I guess it was my 8th standard and the context in discussion are our unit tests that are held every month. I have to give a bit of humble self introduction although it might look like bragging. I was a topper most of my academic life if not every year and since I have changed too many schools I had to prove it every time. so this was again a new school and new teachers. I never bothered about my marks in Science and Maths because i was the best at the remaining six subjects (Yes I had to study eight subjects for the first 10 years of my academic life) and they always got me into one of the top 3 positions. This time I was slipping the third position by two marks to a girl and I should mention that the stress is on "two marks" than the fact that it is a "girl" to whom I was losing that position. So I approached my Telugu teacher with my answer sheet and her answer sheet, don't ask me how i got hold of her answer sheet. I compared both papers, pointed out some mistakes and asked her why she was awarded more marks. Even her handwriting was no better than mine and I have even attempted extra questions. The answer she gave me was more than shocking and my confidence in fair evaluation was shaken to the roots and beyond. She said "Aren't you ashamed!! to compete with a girl" and she cut out two more marks from my paper and I slipped from 4th to 5th position. I was "Gender profiled".

I should also mention that I was little more on the chubby side, which made me look dumb and the so called smart students of the class didn't want anything to do with me. It is a different story that they were not smart enough to know that the girls in the class loved chubby boys only because i reminded them of their teddy bears.  Now I know I was being "Physically Profiled". So I hung out with the less fortunate students of the class who actually were dumb. Even before my first unit test in the school during one of the classes, I was clearing a doubt of one of my less fortunate friends had during a lecture (ok we were making fun of some students) which provoked the teacher to make me and my friends stand up and fired a series of questions all of which were answered by me. I thought she didn't have anything else in her arsenal but I thought wrong. She said "If you keep hanging out with these kind then one day you will be dumb like them". WTF I have been "Friendly profiled" (Profiled based on the friends I have) and they have been "Academically Profiled" (Profiled based on their academic competence).

Add another couple of years where we moved on to specializations and I had to take Maths Physics and Chemistry. I did well in Maths and Physics but i couldn't get a grip on Chemistry. These were not the years of my academic brilliance and I was just another average student partly because of my love for cricket and partly because I got over the feeling of hatred for girls (for reasons see "Gender Profiled") and started discovering feelings of a different kind. So my results in chemistry were my academic worst and were just enough to get me to the next year. I was never interested in chemistry lectures and spent time doing extra-curricular activities. During one of those sessions I was disturbed by the chemistry lecturer and he started firing questions, I had a sense of Dejavu. Like I said those were not the days of my academic brilliance, so I stood there silently for the lecturer to run out of questions. He was disgusted and said that people like me are good for nothing and I would become one those loafers on the streets and end up in a gutter some day, all that because I didn't show interest in his subject. OMG I have been "Subjectly Profiled". 

On an unrelated note Mr. Chemistry lecturer if you are reading this, your prophecy has turned out partly true. I have been loafing on the roads a lot but in a fully packed, high end version SUV. 

I was and I am still being profiled based on different aspects and really don't understand people getting all bent out of shape over this subject.

A Post for Dad

Five years to this day, and I still remember rushing to the hospital after the news that Dad is being shifted to ICU and it was all over by the time I reached. I was late, by a lifetime. This is remembering him for all that he was for me. 

He was not a very popular person, in fact he was considered an introvert and was always uncomfortable in crowds and gatherings and kept to himself. It still surprises me on how could this guy even manage to propose and end up marrying my mom who was totally opposite in nature. Although he did not mingle well with many people he always maintained a set of friends and held them close to his heart. His best friends were his books which he always carried where ever he went.

In my mom's words he is a very passionate and sensitive person who couldn't express well and that it is our duty to try and understand him which I never did, and argued. He was a Translator by profession for thirty nine years, which means he was a master of languages but  always failed to express what he wanted to tell. Maybe it was me who failed to understand him.

He has a beautiful handwriting and almost painted the words he wrote and  was very poetic but he would never show it to anyone. Even I wouldn't have known it If I didn't come across some of his writings in an old neglected book.

When I was about seven years old I was being shouted at by my mom for violating her iron rule that I should always play in the same street and get into the house before it gets dark. At one point my mom asked me to get out of the house and live on the streets and i don't even know what got into me, I turned around and stepped out assuming my mom would back out but it misfired and my mom slammed the door behind me and asked not to return, to which I replied I was not going to. Once outside I was devising my plans on what to do and where to go and I thought that I could go to my aunt's place which was close by but wasn't really sure about the directions. Then I saw dad returning from office in a distance and accumulating all the tears I could accumulate, ran towards him, jumped into his arms and complained that I was asked to get out of the house. I am sure he must have smiled within himself but he never showed it out. He wiped my tears carried me home,  shouted at everyone responsible for it, then he fed me and put me to sleep. I was a happy kid again.

I remember how he used to wake me and my brother everyday by rubbing our eyes gently while we rolled lazily on the bed throwing childish tantrums. He used to massage our hands and legs and pulled our fingers and toes to make them click while our mom got us hot steaming milk with lot of foam which was a necessity. 

He used to polish our shoes until they are really shining and even put them on us himself, he used to tuck in our shirts neatly, cut our finger nails, when the time came for me to move on from the regular pre knotted ties with elastic bands to the regular ties, he taught me the secrets behind single and double knots and he derived pleasure out of all that he did for us. We were more afraid of our mom than our dad and always used to run to him for consolation or to get anything done. he was very different from the regular run of the mill dads. He was always warm and cozy and me and my brother used to compete to snuggle by his side.

As we grew up, like everything else our lives changed or rather we changed and started moving away from him creating a gap that we never attempted to bridge. We always expected him to bridge the gap and understand our arrogance and everything was his fault. We always complained on what he didn't do than realizing all that he did. Through all this, he always watched out for us, gave us good education, morals and values and was always proud of us.

I still remember the day rushing to the hospital realizing how wrong I was all the time and wanted to tell him how proud I was of him and how much I loved him but it was too late. Although he wouldn't hate me for what I did, now as a father, I realize how much I have hurt him after all that he did for us. I am sorry dad and I couldn't be a good son to you, I will at least try to be a good father.

Dad... you are the best that I ever had and you will always be remembered and cherished.

Game.. Set.. and Match

How many of us have seen the movie Gladiator?? I guess almost every regular movie goer would have watched this movie either with a aaawwwwwww or a aaaaaaaaawww. Don't ask the difference, I will be blamed for stereotyping.

So this movie that tells the tale of how a general became a slave then went on to become a gladiator who defied an emperor has been a huge success. There are many things that one gets to learn from that movie including the fact that royal families in Rome are inbred in the name of pure blood. So what amongst all caught your attention??  What was the most enlightening moment in the whole movie?

For me it was their contribution to the greatest political scam ever attempted and is still being used effectively and successfully. People have been and are still falling prey to this and they don't even realize, in fact they enjoy and derive pleasure out of it.

Any guesses yet!! I guess not..Its the games...still No? Do you remember the scene where the wuss of an emperor Whats-His-Name consults with his equally effete political adviser Whoever-That-Is on the plan of action to cover his ill reputation and popularity amongst people and officials. What do they come up with?? Let The Games Begin, albeit watching people die killing each other in an arena throwing in a bunch of wild animals here and there was the only game they knew  and appreciated, given the dark ages they were living in.  It's a different story that the plan backfired and the emperor got killed, that is because he was fool enough to be actually  tempted to participate in it.  

That flaw has been covered by the successors who took the concept to their heart and implemented with such finesse and impeccability that people have been and are still falling for this greatest fad.Thus began the legacy of bluffing people into entertaining them with different kinds of games, thus deviating them from the issues  and numbing their brains while the politicians got away with anything and every thing.

This concept has been improved from just using the games when necessary to run them for seasons together and invent different games for different seasons so that people are always occupied with something or other. This has been taken to such a level that it became big industry in itself and millions are making a living out of it.

Now if this is not the most inspiring aspect of the movie that has revolutionized politics i don't know what else is....

P.S. A question might arise, Gladiator released ages ago so why now!! This post is a  dedication to all the people behind organizing  Common Wealth Games who have taken this concept a step ahead and actually scammed the process of organizing the Games

I Robot

When I announced before everybody that I would have been happy if Enthiran got the kind of attention than the Janmabhoomi/Babri verdict, people gave me "those" looks. I mean why not, for the sheer entertainment it can provide rather than people fighting over land in the name of religion and God, I am all for Enthiran A.K.A Robot.
To begin with I was never a fan of Rajinikanth and always wondered why the hell are people crazy over this guy. So I did what any sane guy with a sane mind would do, watch his films. In the beginning I disliked them but was strangely attracted to them. Then I would stop channel surfing and watch Rajinikanth without batting my eyes. His mere appearance worked magic on me like.. Govinda, Charlie Chaplin and the ilk of them. No I am not comparing them I am just saying that all these never fail to entertain me. Then finally his movie "Sivaji" nailed it, very deep, into my head and now if I have to die and allowed to do one last thing it would be to watch a Rajinikanth movie.
Coming to his latest movie, I keep hearing nonsense and cacophony about how the concept is copied from a bunch of Hollywood movies. Did you ignoramuses even know that "God created man in his own image". Now you don't hear people blaming God for copying do you!!! Even God ran out of ideas and had to copy himself to create man, I don't blame men who have acquired that by inheritance from God.
There are some who say that he looks all made up and very artificial. If this not an unfair comment I don't know what is!!! Hello... he plays a Cyborg and they are not supposed to look natural, they are supposed to be artificial and if robots don't look artificial I don't know who else should!! Of course with the exception of Aishwarya Rai. For once Rajinikanth gets to live up to his role and you go all gaga over him, Shame on you.
If there are any cyborgs that I approve of it's him , him and him and not him, he looks too natural to be a Robot. So there you go Robot, Robot, dil se dile milao.
P.S. : On a very related note while watching the promos I was confused if Rajni was playing the Robot or Aish...

The Verdict

Some people, OK most Indians waited with bated breath under intense pressure for the verdict on the issue that has been given more attention and hype than it really deserved. I would rather be happy if Rajnikanth's movie Enthiran gets that kind of attention. Most of the cities and towns closed their businesses, offices gave a half day, schools left the students out early and the roads were a pleasant sight to see. Its amusing that many people were worried and spreading the same among others that some riots would break loose and end in communal violence. That's not how it works I told them.
I watched many people expressing satisfaction or dissatisfaction over the verdict given. Personally there can't be a more pathetic verdict than what is given. The land is divided into three and distributed between religions so that they can worship their respective gods in their respective places. Are you trying to divide the land in the name of God/Religion!! and not to forget you are the folks who truly believe that God created this land and water. I would rather destroy these institutions of prayer and worship that preach us to differentiate, divide and raise walls among us in the name of God or Religion. i don't want these Gods I don't want these Religions.
I would have been more happy if the land is nationalized under heritage constructions and all the monuments are preserved as they are and protect it from the people claiming ownership of it based on God and religion.
The most amusing part of this is the news that sadhus expressing their joy over the verdict. To all those so called men of God, men who have sacrificed all pleasures in the name of God and are happy with the verdict, I just have three words for you. Since sadhus don't have a habit of reading blogs there is no point of publishing those words here.