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A Rat Story

In Story on August 25, 2011 at 2:36 pm

In a land far far near to us there was a rat-colony. 1 billion rats in a very big farm. The farm was huge. The farmer was an intelligent guy. He diversified his production. Someplace he planted cash crops and somewhere food grains. The rats would live in his farm. They had borders and limit just like a big country. Depending upon the availability of the resources to the rats they had chosen their occupation. Some rats were trading cash crops and getting rich, some were harvesting and storing food grains. Merchant rats would buy food from one area and sell it to the commercial area. Rats who were into trading and living in cash rich areas became educated. They learned the tricks of trade and knew that money rules. On the other hand food harvesting rats were uneducated, they were working hard and long but were not paid enough to get better schooling or any awareness like the rich rats. Their standard of living was drowning, less money meant less facilities for them, which in turn meant more hard work and lesser intellectual growth.

Farmer was living in a developing country. He had to produce more food to satisfy hunger of his countrymen. So he planted more grains and paddy. The cash crops were small but his profit margin was higher from them. Farmer would give all facilities and his earnest attention towards the cash crops. These blessings from farmer meant good business for trading rats but that also meant only few among 1 billion to be benefited. Majority rats who were harvesting and storing food were uneducated, living in adverse conditions and working hard but earning very less.

Rich rats would take advantage of this. They would exploit these poor ones and build there empire, they would grow rich and intelligent, while poor one would grow poor and stay ignorant. Owing to their near foolish ignorance they were manipulated by rich and powerful ones, making the exploitation and injustice more prominent than ever. The economical barrier between the rats was increasing and farm harmony was becoming unstable.

In the mean time farmer’s developing country progressed. He started producing more cash crops, which in turn caused more rats to go into trading and become educated and more intelligent. The Neo-Rich rats understood the anarchy and started demonstrating against it. They demanded and eventually established a system which would keep the rich rats in reins of Bureauc-rats. Bureauc-rats were the ultimate authority. They were chosen from rats and were representatives of their race or area. They had power bestowed upon them by their followers, their merciers, they would use that power to keep the rich in control as well as maintaining their authority among their followers. The Bureauc-rats were now means of exploiting the rich as well as the poor.

But they had to pay price for that. Being the rulers of and elected from Democ-rats, these Bureauc-rats had to satisfy them, control them and sometimes even crush them to keep them under their power. The money required for doing so would come from Rich-rats which in turn will obtain from poor-rats. The cycle of exploitation and power hunger grew so much so more that it trembled and unsettled the minds of few other neo-educated rats.

They observed that the Bureauc-rats, whom they believed to be honest and protectors from exploitation by rich rats, have turned their back. They are now just earning money from rich and using it to stay in power. Bureauc-rats are unmoved by any force or any pressure from Democ-rats, they were just exploiting rich and poor alike. But neo-educated rats were helpless, they could not move an inch towards Bureauc-rats to harm them or even touch them cause the system by which the farm operated itself was entirely corrupt.

Harvesting rats were too poor or too ignorant to know anything about their exploitation, They used to consider their representative chosen on the basis race, area, language or dynasty as their leader and do whatever they can to put him in power and make him a Democ-rat. The Democ-rat so chosen when elected into ruling party, and becoming part of the ruling committee would then become a Bureauc-rat. The Bureauc-rat has to maintain his position. He would do that buy satisfying his loyal rats. As a natural tendency he would prefer  rats of his race, his area, his language. He would keep them satisfied or keep them horrified to stay in power. He may use any illicit method to obtain what he wanted the most, the power.

The young rats who saw all this and learned knew one thing, The power will come from money. Doesn’t matter if you are earning it from right way or wrong. They started paying bribes and asking for black money. No one cared for law or the government. Big trading companies would literally buy the Bureauc-rats and keep them in their service who in turn guaranteed Bureauc-rats the power. Each rat was bribing and the whole system was a mess.

The farmer was fed up of so many rats in his farm. He called up a sage to get rid of this rat menace. The sage has power to read animal behavior and understand their doings. He saw the Rat system. He saw how some intelligent rats are already fleeing to other farms where there is more security and a better standard of living. How some harvesting rats are committing suicide succumbing under the anarchy of middle rats. How the inflation is leaving rats hungry and kids dying. How Other field rats are attacking them and looting their hard earned food. How there is hell everywhere.

The sage went back to the farmer. He said that the devil of corruption has already infected the rats, they will no longer live in your farm. You don’t have to move a finger against them to kill and drive them away from your farm. They have already moved to path of their extinction and sooner or later you will get rid of them. And they themselves will be there to blame.

Oh My God!! Its Raining!!

In Dil Se on June 6, 2011 at 8:23 pm

Rain

The emotions behind this expression can be anything. It can be a romantically excited sigh of young love birds. Joyful scream of a football crazy lad. Irritated curse of a hurrying house woman running towards cloth drying line or a surprised expression out of a young man dressed in office formals caught by unannounced rain on his way to work.

Rain brings mixed feeling to the world. From a joyous celebration of new life to a choked gutters of old sewer lines. Every one acknowledges the rain. It does not come in stealth mode like winter nor it comes in full bloom like summer. It comes like a long distant relative, who arrives undeclared but brings joy to the family. For me the meaning of its arrival has changed since when I was a little kid. Every rainy Monsoon is new for me. More like a start of all new life every year.

When I was a little kid I used to embrace the first rain at my grandpa’s house. The old house was in typical Indian village. We cousins used to gather there for our summer vacations. It had a huge front yard with a cow shed, few Mango trees, a Banyan tree, A huge pile of hay for cattle, a small servant quarter, a well and a big farm just beyond the bushy fence. We used to play there day and night through out the summer. But then On one fine day hot summer weather will start to change. Black clouds will gather and big thunderous lightening will brighten the whole world. Every thing will go air bound in minutes. Girls would scream and run inside the house. Boys will remain outside as if to fight the storm out. We would jump on the hay pile, blow the leaves into the air with our hand. The whole world used to look like into a marry dance to welcome the annual guest of Nature, The Monsoon. After the thunderous announcement first rain would finally arrive. Sheets of water droplets from heaven with strong Geosmin would fall on earth. Everything used to get drenched in the first shower. Grandpa would join us kids into the rain along with the whole family. The first rain is believed to be holy. Getting drenched in it will remove all your illness and make you ready for yet another year. The first rain dance of the season was more than just a joy for a little kid in me.

As I grew older and started going to school arrival of June changed its meaning. The scent of first drop on soil used to bring along the scent of new school uniform and new books. Schools used to reopen just after the first rain. All the joy of carefree and boundless summer fun used to go into tight schedule of school and homework. The wet raincoats in class rooms, muddy shoes and soiled cloths would dampen the summer fun. Occasional offs due to heavy rain and a game or two of football in knee deep mud was part of rare Monsoon fun in those days. Bicycle rides through the mud on way to school, scoldings of teachers and mother alike for unnecessary getting the uniform spoiled, Hot chocolate milk and Halwa on catching the mandatory cold. Warm blanket, an awesome book and rocking chair with drizzle of rain on a compulsory sick off owing to the cold still brings warmth in my heart. The Monsoon memories of my teenage are still warm like hot chicken soup in my soul.

College Monsoons were no different from the school days, except the muddy cycle rides were exchanged with long bike drives, football volleyball games were frequent on college’s lush green ground. Bhutta, Sutta, Chai and Samosa would warm the cold shivering days. Long drives into the chilly hills with someone special for the first kiss, Unforgettable moments of taking hands in hand and smelling those intoxicating wet hair drenched in the rain for the first time, feeling that warmth trickling down from her lips into your heart. The passion of first love, the excitement, the shivers and then blaming each other for cold and fever that resulted from the brief encounter in the rain. That’s how rain brought romance in my crazy teenage life.

Now the equation has changed. The joy of life, The joy of romance that comes from first rain has gone. All I have to search for is my last year’s umbrella from the attic, I have to get new shoes for protecting against heavy rain, change routes to avoid water clogged area, I curse small kids playing in mud for spoiling my cloths by water splashes. I get worried looking at the young couples walking in knee deep sewer water. I boil tap water and store it to get rid of the microbes that come from the rains. I hate traveling on road and unknown routes for the possibility of traffic jams or any mishap. I don’t eat from roadside for fear of diseases. I start my home medication from the slightest sign of flue. Everything that I used to like about rain has now changed into my hatred.

Where is that kid who used to dance in the rain? Where is that boy who used to play in mud? And where is that lovely couple who used to kiss every time the land is drenched in water?

No.. The rain has not changed!! I am changed!!

Yeh Daulat Bhi Le Lo,

Yeh Shaurat Bhi Le Lo,

Bhale Cheen Lo Mujhse Se Meri Jawani,

Magar Mujhko Lauta Do

Bachpan Ka Sawan…..

Wo Kagaz Ki Kashti….

Wo Baarish Ka Paani…

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Save Trees or Use Rubber

In Dil Se on May 31, 2011 at 10:40 pm

Life is hell these days, isn’t it?

Global warming, deforestation, rise in temperature, rise in sea level, natural calamities are making it worse for planet earth. We are facing problems like financial crisis, unemployment, food shortage, high property rates, costly health services, costly education and deadly competition. The situation is so harsh that it feels awful to be alive in this era. If this is so bad for us I can’t even imagine how bad it will be for coming generations.

In last hundred years half of the Earth’s mature tropical forests have been destroyed. In race of industrialization our grand fathers have left us with a highly polluted atmosphere and a life style that asks for more damage to the planet earth. The comfort and ease of living has increased the life expectancy and life style requirements. Greater financial needs and higher social protocols have caused for a stiffer competitive scenario. Larger populations and lesser habitable land are causing smaller houses and crowded cities. Unfortunately we are paying for sins of our grand fathers. But think what are we going to leave behind for our children?

They say 80% of tropical forest will be lost by 2030. Oil resources will run out by 2050. Sea level rise will drown two third of world’s major cities by end of this century. Food supplies will not be sufficient to feed all the humans. Land will no longer remain fertile given to the extensive use of chemical fertilizers. New generation machines and equipments will reduce the human involvement in industrial production resulting to lesser wages and fewer jobs. Unimaginable competition for higher education in race of acquiring high paying top class jobs will demand more out of tender brains. Extensive training and performance enhancing drugs will raise the bar for sports persons high up. Cities will grow and crowd. No more place for kids to play and grow under open sky and clear air.

Future will be gloomier if another world war strikes. The pure drinking water, depleting oil reserves, natural gas resources are already becoming issues for tussle between countries. If any one out of them decides to deploy a nuclear missile anywhere on earth it will start an all out war among all nations. Earth will no longer remain a place to live for humans. We will be wiped out in matter of days. The life on earth will surely survive but not with the human life.

This dark picture of future is not something purely out of imagination. We have already traveled a great distance towards it till date. If we don’t realize and change our course to the doom in time, we are sure to just be a part of history. Living a human life without caring for nature or rest of planet earth is not an option today. If we want our next generations to see the light of the day and a healthy atmosphere to grow and prosper we have to take steps accordingly. Save and restore the nature as much as you can. Conserve and judiciously use the natural resources. Make a habit of keeping a check on your requirements and utilization. Do not waste water, electricity, fuel and money. They are natural resources use them wisely. Cause no one but your own children will miss if you waste them today.

On a closing note,

Save earth.. save planet… save trees or just use rubber to eliminate the next generation at the very beginning.


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