Infirmity

Somebody attacked me.
Somebody might attack me.
I am vindictive.
I retaliate in advance.

I cannot think positive.
I cannot avenge myself on the real culprit.
So I shall generalize.
And hit back any thing related.
May be even hit any thing unrelated.
That is easy.
And satiates my hubris.

They dub me terrorism.
They christen me regionalism.
They think I stem from caste.
That's too convoluted of an introduction.
Mutants myriad, am the same pandemic.

I am simple.
I am the Infirmity.
Infirmity of the body that can't hit back the strong.
Infirmity of the mind that can't think far.
Infirmity of the spirit that can't be humane.

LoveFolio

S: Did I tell you about my friend who recently broke up with her boyfriend? At the moment, she feels like it’s the end of the world for her.

P: And did I tell you about my friend who lost all the money he invested in a single stock? He also is in the ruins.

P: I told him. He should have diversified the investment.

S: And may be we had something like that in relationships!

P: A profound thought! May be we do have something like that in relationships.

S: As in …?

P: Think about this. Ask a young couple in love and they think that one relationship is the axis of their life.

S: Yeah. And it sounds romantic till it works that way.

P: Exactly like the dream run of a stock. But what happens when it doesn’t? Nothing lasts forever. How about diversification out there? Don’t you think that such people often fail to give due importance to their families and friends who are equally important?

S: But friends and family are always there to support you.

P: Yeah. Like the fixed return on Govt Securities. Always dependable, but to get the maximum out of life, you need that someone special.

S: Which would translate into more risk and more returns?

P: Voila! So can I say that people who don’t take that extra risk don’t get a lover. That is to say, arranged marriages are like passive investment strategy. Playing it safe.

S: And sometimes you do tend to have a bad judgement about what you can expect in return, in both cases.

P: Hmm.. The returns are also unpredictable just akin to investments.

S: So by nurturing different relationships with their own due importance, we diversify our risk.

P: Yeah.. different relationships are like different sectors.. loss in one could be made up by gain in the other..

S: like once you friends ditch you, family provides you the respite and the problems in family can be discussed with friends..

How naively this LoveFolio Management Theory ignores the differences.

Differences like - love increases when you distribute it unlike money. True love is all about giving. And even if you don’t get anything back, love is still worth investing. Because not only being loved gives you happiness, loving someone is equally pleasant.

Love doesn’t make you greedy. It makes you selfless. It takes you to the point where right and wrong doesn’t matter to you because someone matters more than anything to you. Love brings out the best in you. It doesn’t breed hubris like money does. Rather it makes you a better person.

Not the fault of our S & P. This is what happens when you try to marry logic and love.

hmm... that was close !!

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When will India be MODI-fied?

I don't pretend to be an indifferent genius who thinks its below my dignity to discuss politics. And I dislike people who do that. You cannot simply ignore the environment you live in and pose as a Mr. or Ms. Know-It-All.

So why India needs Modi?

1. Development: For all MBA friends of mine, read this: Deutsche Bank Report. It will tell you why Gujarat is the best state in India to invest in. And let nobody be fooled, this is not a windfall by any measures.

2. NOT a Chameleon: For a change. The best thing I like about him is that he is not spineless like other politicians. He takes a stance and has the guts to stand by it. That he won is only after effect. He ran the risk of losing too. Indian voters are so unpredictable.

3. No Corruption: That the opposition can't find a single instance, is the biggest proof of that. And the funny thing is that this fact wasn't used as a USP by BJP, since on the whole they can't claim to be a corruption free party.

4. A True Hindu: For all those who call Modi a fascist. If there wasn't a Godhara, there would not have been a Modi. Hinduism is never for first aggression. But Hinduism is also not for tolerating nonsense. Read Ramayana, Mahabharata and Gita. You would find innumerable instances of the same. Right from Lakshman chopping off the nose of Surpnakha to Bheema vowing to clean Draupadi's hair with the blood from Dushasana's chest.

Even if you think Modi is a dictator, he is exactly the material India needs at the topmost level. Too much of democracy has spoiled us.

Terrorism, unlike most political parties in India and unfortunately, is secular. And hence we need an iron-hand to set things straight, preferably 'Made In India'.

Verdict

Windfall brings success to some. And they think they are great. Ill fate brings failure to some. And they start believing they are losers. None of these is a good situation to be in.

Just as losing always doesn't mean that you were wrong,
winning always doesn't mean that you were right !

And the others whose verdicts on your results, made you believe otherwise are not necessarily wise.

People judge us. Always. Most of the times they are wrong. Sometimes they could be right. But should it matter to us all the time?

It is a human tendency to relate anything new to something we already know. But when it takes the form of an instant verdict delivered, it goes a bit too far. At any stage or age in life, it is downright stupid to believe that one knows everything or one can explain anything or one can judge everyone. That too citing one instance. Or may be in a few seconds at times.

In fact, some people are on a perpetual judging spree. They judge everything in five seconds flat. For instance, they know that the poor little boy in rags is a thief and should go to the gallows. It is a different matter that they know nothing of hunger, deprivation & misery. Numerous examples can be given but the important thing here is what verdicts do to people. They make it ...

CONFIDENCE Vs. LEARNING

You may ignore outsider opinions. And you can ignore your own faults.
You might lose the learning and the opportunity to improve yourself.
But it is good because it will boost your confidence.

You may pay heed to everyone's opinion. And find all possible things which you could have done right. It is good because you will learn and improve yourself. But doing it in excess or always, might hurt your confidence and self-belief to a certain extent.

So give or take, excess of verdicts is bad !

And that is my only verdict.

Ghost

Prudie did not believe in ghosts.

And then, one day unrequited love became a part of his life. It was then he wondered how similar his unrequited love and a ghost were.

• Both continue to haunt you perpetually.
  
• Both can rob you of your life. (At least, you think so)
• Both cause hallucinations.
• Both can rob you of your sound sleep.
• Both never let you go.
• Both do not have a solution in science.
• Both are a piece of human imagination. (People say that)
• Both when talked about, make people think that you are mad.
• Both have their reason for existence in unfulfilled human desires.
• Both have victims that can find solace in Hanuman Ji’s refuge.

Since then, Prudie believes in ghosts. Even unrequited love can change convictions.

Fog

Illumination and Darkness are lovers. It is impossible to think about either in isolation. Darkness in all forms seeks illumination. And illumination is the reason for the existence of darkness. And yet, they cannot meet each other in the open during daytime. But think of a moonlit night in dense deserted backwoods, and you cannot tell one from the other. They become one. So when one of them steps into life, it is likely that the other is also not far away. Those eternal lovers are just inseparable.

The glitz of metros had always enticed Schalu. It is now when she is living in one, the tenebrous part has come to the fore. She just returned from a party on this frigid and frosty night. It was late past midnight and sleep seemed as elusive as the distant star she was gazing at.

Why did she feel so lost after such parties? After all, these parties are supposed to be ‘great’ and ‘fun’. It seemed to her that the meaning of these words has withered away like the fragrance of a desiccated flower.

Everyone around seems to be so jolly and convivial. But how many of them can she really count on? The city is praised as resilient. But the lack of depth in relationships seems to be the reason for it. Every daily activity seems to be a struggle here or rather struggle has become synonymous with life.

People mostly prefer spending time with their friends by partying. But that is not her idea of intimacy. She would rather prefer those lazy conversations with her friends at home where the topics were anything on earth. She cannot even think of that kind of conversations with people around here. Is that because of the place or because of the fact that she has grown up? She didn’t have the answer. But she could feel the warmth of the quilt and smell the queen of the night in the garden of her home, so vividly. Nostalgia gripped her.

She remembered what a positive person she was as a teenager. She believed in hard work as the way to success. She believed in her dreams, in the power of love, in the fairness of life and in the almighty God. Ten years passed and all these beliefs are shaken now. So this apathy is what being grown up means.

The men in her life so far. At the outset, she disliked their ultimate intentions. Only till she realized that all men are alike by those standards. Still she dreamed of someone who can sweep her off the feet and make every moment feel like one life. Someone who can make her life a fairy tale. Unfortunately, he hadn’t arrived yet. She wondered if she had higher expectations from life or it is just that others had compromised on something lesser.

Was she unattractive? Of course, she was a little plump. And couple of strands of her hair had become grey. She could have done something about it. But she was lazy. And more than laziness it was a kind of revolt from within. Can someone not accept her the way she is? There is a lot more to her than her appearance. But would somebody notice that?

She dreamed of loving and being loved. She had some expectations of how her relationship with her man would be. But with each cultural shock the metropolis gave her, those expectations found a new nadir. Her simplest dreams of life seemed so elusive now. She felt short of breath. She didn’t know who was to be blamed - the mist in the air or the pain in the heart.

She wondered whether she was being harsh to the metropolis. Probably it was her who could not adapt to this lifestyle. Or probably she was also being harsh to herself. Or probably she just needed some more time. After all, that one good event in her life and everything would seem to be falling in place. Life seemed like such a gamble.

The daybreak had arrived as usual. And she was waiting for the ray that would lift the fog. Fog that blurs the vision. Or fog that blurs the faith.