He is immortal..

I first saw Him in bits and pieces when the tournament started. But, when I saw His cover-drive, I became a die-hard fan of Him. Even in that match, when He got out the scoreboard read 99/1, soon, the team was reduced to 120/8. Fifteen years later, I saw Him with naked eyes and He was still the same person. No amount of adulation or pride can ever get to His head. I have seen ordinary mortals succumb to fanfare and the pride that they carry with them and perish, but, immortals have their own way.

Time and again He was tested. With injuries, with atheists’ ridiculous criticism, with God testing His own counterpart, but, He came out strong. He came out victorious. Five World Cups later when I see Him donning the dark blue jersey, not an ounce of the spirit to win the coveted cup has reduced. When, His team won the toss and the 39,000 people in the ground knew that He was going to come out and bless them with an avalanche of beautiful stokes, but He chose not to. The umpire didn’t hear the nick, so didn't the rest in the ground, yet, He walked back. The reviews would have helped reaching a decision on His return, yet, He displayed His integrity.

He came back to the field and was fielding in the opposite corner to where I was seated. Every ball that went towards Him was cheered. Every time He went near the ropes, six year olds to sixty year olds cheered His name. And He waved back. He knew He had disappointed them earlier in the day, but, a wave of His hands to the mad crowd made their day, if not years to come. Finally, in the last half hour of the game, He came towards our side of the ground. And we called out His name and He waved back. A man of His stature waved back to us and I had Goosebumps all over my hands. I realized that I can never realize what He is made of. So much pressure from millions around the globe, so much expectations and still He has His head on His shoulders. I don’t think that is humanly possible. I haven’t taken His name and still you know who He is. He is not the greatest because of His records, but, because of the person He is. He is God and I will sacrifice my life for Him and so will billion others.

Zoozoo vs Sachin!!

The focus shifts to cricket for the last time before the world comes to an end in 2012 - One of the main reasons for its end being Sachin Tendulkar’s expected retirement. Aal-Baal News has strong rumours that Vodafone has been reported to be have cashed in on the big fish. In a bid to strengthen its market share in the 3G sector as well as the forthcoming 4G, Vodafone has initiated talks with the God of cricket. The Messiah of cricket, who has given respite to billions of cricket fans all over the world from poverty, corruption and suppression with his style, performance and charisma, has previously done ads with Airtel and Reliance in the same sector.

When Jithan Ramesh Welingkar of Ogilvy India was contacted over the issue, he was surprised on how the insider talks became so prominent. Blaming it on the Superman-3G-zoozooo for letting clandestine information out, he divulged certain important details exclusively to Aal-Baal News. Mr. Welingkar who shares the middle name with the run machine has conceded to the fact that they have zeroed in on Sachin, because, wherever he goes, people follow him; which in a way is Vodafone’s ex-marketing strategy. Elaborating on the “wherever”, he said that even when Sachin gets out, the whole team, batsman after batsman follows him back to the dressing room. “This is one pattern that can be unanimously seen over the past 20 years and it is still continuing. More than the billion followers of Sachin’s batting supremacy, it has always been his teammates who has consistently followed him over the years”, iterated Jithan.

When asked whether the Superman-3G-zoozoo will take a hit when Sachin’s ad takes the centre stage, Mr. Jithan said that they have a long time to go before formulating and roping in the resources. “Sachin is the person whom we follow, but, the pug which personified the network will be replaced by a dummy Indian team, which gets all-out before a special pooja is made in the nearby temple for the same cause not to happen.” opined Jithan. “He is our perfect representation and we at Ogilvy have tried and tested patterns.” explained the issue with an example of the recent India-South Africa World Cup match.

Aal-Baal News’ personal opinion on this issue is that Vodafone and Ogilvy has realized it better late than never. They thought that the Indian team will improvise on their mistakes and won’t follow the pattern for such a long time, but Ogilvy were consistently proved wrong. If the deal goes through, it will be the perfect stage to express why India loses every time Sachin scores big and finally zoozoo will have to work their ass off, if they have one, to survive competition from the original Superman.

Before Light

This is a story that was not recorded, but, pure fiction. If it violates any Holy Book, I sincerely apologize for my ignorance. This is a Pilot. Kindly, share your comments.

It was cold outside. Science was nowhere to be seen, so were religions. The darkness creating a shadow of doubt if there will ever be light. Then out the blue, came the monologue, “Let there be light”.

God was scanning through his network to find the right place to create life. He was so bored after the “Big Bang”. Just that it has happened, there was nothing much interesting happenings in the cosmos. He bookmarked a few planets from different galaxies and started sculpting the various life forms. On a lottery basis, Earth’s life form was chosen to be made of Carbon. Planet Zrancia’s beings were that of Phosphorous; Germot’s were Silicon; Streghout’s were that of Nitrogen. And their respective periodic table elements were left to discovery. And more so that it was centered on their respective base element. That is, Carbon for Earthians, Phosphorous for Zrancians and so on. But, He made a mandatory clause of Oxygen being the breathing element.

Zrancia, Germot and Streghout made a head-start, as their version of Adam was not a fool like ours. The respective Adam didn’t eat their respective versions of apple and came out strong in the test. But, with time they also, one by one gave into temptation. The more they resisted, the powerful they became. The winners were endowed with the cosmic knowledge, they were ahead of time, and teleportation was their normal means of transport. Light was their toughest competitor, but, Earth still didn’t have their dominant life-form. God punished Earthians for giving into temptation.

After deep thought, God gave Earthians a chance made Man. Man was very soon visited by many of his cosmic counterparts. Their technology was so advanced that they manipulated their version of DNA to Carbon’s version. On the other hand, man was happy that he invented fire. The Extra-terrestrials taught man things that he portrayed to the outer world as if he had found them. Wheel was one of the examples of plagiarism and there were more to follow. Man ruled relentlessly and gave the Zrancians, Germots and Streghouts the name “Gods” and erased every source of their extra-terrestrial nature. With time, man became a slave to the tyranny of man himself. God started enjoying this play and thought to himself, “Let there be enough light to this drama and I must say that Man is the best creature I have made. He is just a Carbon copy!”

Sham(e)

The “Digital generation” as we call ourselves is one of the most selfish generations to have resided on this planet. We don’t see what can be learnt from our Gen-Ex but, we google a lot of other things. Things have changed a lot in this age, that we feel that we don’t need anyone to support us. We feel that we are independent to lead our own lives, but, search for new virtual friends every day. We have so much digital security around us, but, still we feel so insecure about ourselves, looking for recognition in a virtual world.

Earlier, society was largely confined to the neighborhood. We used to get to know people when we venture out to play in the evenings. After school, bring your friends home and the respective mothers, catch-up with each other. There were no Saas-Bahu serials to discuss upon, but, exchange of cooking recipes and knowledge on religion were a part of the usual story. Dads came back in the evening with chocolates and ice-creams and obviously, weekends meant to play with GI-Joes and Hot Wheels. Life was uncomplicated. We knew people, we were happy in the real sense.

Things have changed and I don’t refute that the same things are being done by the kids of our generation and the succeeding one, but, only with a simple twist. The Facebook status goes saying, “Got a new GI-Joe, who wanna come and play”, and followed by “23 likes” and a few other comments. The Tech companies have made so much in-road that sensing your urge to play the particular game, they create online platforms and let you rot in it. There were no cell-phones, but, still we found our friends, but, now, the call is perennially on wait. These are just a few examples. But, the real question is where have we gone wrong? We have so much time, yet, we don’t spare a moment for each other. Why are we lacking the integral part of our integrity?

My view on this point is that we have moved away from religion. Taking a cue from a personal incident, a few years ago in an audition for the Literary Circle, NIT-D, I made it to the final round. There, I was asked a question, “If you were given a page in our magazine to write upon, what will be your genre?” I answered, “Spirituality”. I wasn’t paid much heed from thereon and was eventually not selected. I don’t say that I was not naïve, but, that was all I knew irrespective of the confusion, which religion to follow. Thinking from a magazine’s point of view, they were right in not selecting me because spirituality hardly sells (Deepak Chopra has got it in him).

But, neither do we learn from our elders. They have lots to offer – assiduousness, determination, security (financial, economical, emotional and spiritual) and lots more. But, we hardly seem to notice them all. We seek for a closure online. We try to be cool and look like a fool (obviously, copied from song lyrics). Are we are still happy – in a virtual world and in a virtual sense?

O-balm-ah -> The panacea

Shahrukh Khan could have waited for 10 months to proclaim that he is not a terrorist. Barack Obama is in town and he is going to reside in the pristine Taj Mahal hotel in Bombay. Do Kasab and his forefathers have the balls now to target the targeted? May be they won’t, after all he is Barack Husein Obama and he also is not a terrorist (atleast presume him not to be). But, the whole confusion is what takes the centre-stage in the agenda of the meetings; be it economic ties (selling Nuclear technology to India), strategic ties (tell to China that India is better than them), military ties (respite to Pakistan-Kashmir issue) or the  Uncommonwealth ties (India’s ties with Iran).

Economic ties: USofA cajoled India to sign the Nuclear deal promising to set-up blah-blah nuclear plants all over the country, but, took away the outsourcing jobs. American companies are  free to set-up the units to produce power and bridge the power shortage that India is facing, but, God forbid, if any accident occurs the companies won’t take responsibility (that’s what the deal says). Planning to repeat a Bhopal tragedy? To protect American jobs, the outsourced Jagan to Jacob and Manish to Mark have to lose their jobs. And India said yes to it and reached a compromise on the economic ties. We were given only the cherry of the big-cake where the full cake was taken by the Americans. Could we expect to divide the cake properly on the so-called economic front?

Strategic and Military ties: You go to China, tell them, “Hu-bro, you gotta poke your nose into Kashmir and facilitate a solution”. Hu must have said, “Barack, my mate, first let us take Arunachal Pradesh from them and then we will talk about Kashmir”. I think Hu Jintao must have misunderstood “facilitate a solution” to “make Kashmir China’s”. And you come to India and tell us, “Man-paaji, you and China are pretty strong here in this region and we are anyhow cutting our ties with Pakistan. So, give Arunachal Pradesh to them and take Kashmir from Pakistan”. Does our netas have the balls to say, “Barack-ji, both Arunachal Pradesh and Kashmir belongs to India”? No, they don’t. They will nod their heads and ask Obama if his plate has to be refilled with Chicken butter masala.

Uncommonwealth ties: What is your problem, if India tags along with Iran for economic exchange? Dude, eventhough India makes the most-fuel-efficient cars and also the cheapest cars, we do need oil. You for the better part of the centuries had and have Iraq under control; you have so much oil that you can mix it with water and still not be bothered about it (Gulf of Mexico). But, we need someone who can sell oil to us behind the counters at Diwali discount. Next month we can ask for Bakrid discount followed by Christmas, New years and Maharasankranthi. We have our plans cut-out, but you wouldn’t allow us to prosper.

Obama dude, Watch “Robot (Enthiran)” Relax over here. Don’t worry about the recent resignations in your office; don’t worry that you didn’t bag Nobel Prize for Peace for the second time (although you have done your best); don’t worry about anything. This is India. Yehan pe sab kuch CHALTHA HAI!!! (Anything is acceptable)

My first sweater..

The whole fury in the common room got over. People across the country got to a consensus that it’s each and everyone’s responsibility to extend their vacation until Diwali. I was the small town boy not understanding the dynamics that was taking the centre-stage. The mid-sems were causing abnormal bowel movements and cheating in the exams was not a part of the armory then. I was the plumpy 85-kg chap when I joined the institute who reduced to a 72-kg piece of meat over 3 months.

Come Durga Pujo, the vacations started with the most tiresome train journey defying the normal sleeping hours. Back in Chennai, people enquired about my place of study and the second question that followed was “Isn’t there a big Durga Ma temple in that place?”  I used to laugh it off saying it’s so grand a temple that you must pay a visit. Durgapur doesn’t mean that it has the biggest Durga Ma temple, similar to Puri, does it have the biggest Puri?

The vacations weren’t extended to Diwali as the earlier consensus was supposed to. After a couple of weeks, I was back in West Bengal. Meanwhile, my Ramzan month fast continued and it was bad to be back again with nothing else to expect from life, but to be ragged as first years. But, I was proved wrong. There was something in the climate that was changed. The air was a lot cooler and was as mesmerizing as the Bengali girls (not the ones in college). A single t-shirt no longer sufficed. A type of clothing unheard of, made its way into my wardrobe – woolen clothes. My first sweater, my first razai and my first wind-cheater, all made special appearances. I was for the first time in my life introduced to the loveliest of all seasons – “Winter”. Hailing from a tropical coastal city, rains and a chill weather with the mercury stooping to 20⁰C was all the winter I had seen in my life.

This experience was very different. Roomates fighting for the electrical heaters, the foggy mornings (of course not caused by grass smoking), the hot teas, the pleasant weather, the spectacles getting blurred while coming out of the computer laboratory, playing cricket with woolen clothes on, not able to decipher a girl’s figure because of her over-sized woolen clothes, days getting shorter and absolute bliss while hanging out in the evening with friends. I miss Durga Pujo, I miss the change that it brings into human life. The sense of calmness and tranquility that prevails can’t be expressed in words, but can be felt and remembered for a very long time. 

Lets Go!!!

Some things can be changed, whilst some can’t and we call it the inherent nature of a person. From where does this inherent nature takes its genesis from? Cell? DNA? Genes? Who cares by the way as these things are very much restricted to geneticist. Who bothers about these issues as long as justice is delivered? Talking about justice, every person following the Indian politics talks if the justice was fair and square. I am not talking whether we are doing justice to ourselves by hosting the Common Wealth Games, but the Ram-Janmabhoomi-Babri-Masjid case. 

I personally didn’t care what happened. I neither watched the live or the file coverage of the eagles preying on the carcasses nor read the glaring reports from newspapers, the next morning. I didn’t go to pray my Friday Jumma in the mosque not out of fear, but, to remain ignorant on the issue. Diplomacy is supporting both the causes, while I chose to be ignorant. My friend calls me up from Singapore to fret over wasting $15SING on the movie Enthiran (Robot) and the next conversation was whether the Babri-masjid’s justice was fair enough. I wasn’t worried if Lord Ram was born right at centre of the gravity of the geometric figure which is to be divided into three equal parts (although Mathematics says it can’t be), or if Babar built it to satisfy his barbaric needs. If the previous statement’s structure is considered, the analogy doesn’t seem to be right. On one hand, we have one of the Gods of Hinduism while an autocratic king on the other. And to say the least of all, they both have contributed immensely to what is known as India. 

I don’t have an opinion on this case in particular, but, like every other Indian; I am entitled to have one. As a person who has been brought up in a Hindu-Islam mix culture, I can have a unique opinion of my own. The case was resolved after 49 years; 18 years after the demolition took place. Don’t you think, our judicial system is pretty slow? Or was it a conspiracy involved, to pass the judgment when Indians understood each other better? Had the judgment been made in the 20th century, would it have affected the harmony of India? Now, we the mature Indians passing comments on colored-terrorism, viz. the Saffron-terror and the Green-terror, isn’t it an irony that these colors are the constituent colors of our proud National Flag? Innocent blood has been shed on the streets of the disputed site over blame-games. Will God be ready to reside there or be ready to be ever born again (avatar) at that same place? It is not a victory for a group and a compromise for the other, but a reality show for the Rest of the World to deride on us. We have just given way too much fodder for them to feast upon, let us roll up our sleeves and stay united. Hey Media folks, that was to you too. 

Questions galore will remain unanswered. But, God knows the best. 

Baby, you like it?

Cricket has for long caught the attention of the average Indian’s mind and body like nothing else. But, interesting statistics put cricket at second to none other than football in terms of team-sport viewership and analyses point the recent success to the advent of T20. Lot of history behind the 130 years old sport that the Englishmen gave birth to although; India’s innate Gilli-danda is proclaimed to be the genesis of this wonderful game.

History reminiscences about the unlimited-time Test match played once upon a time to the 60-overs ODIs. Till then, the marketing of the sport was dogmatic concerning only the aristocratic, but, in 1977, the Australian Kerry Packer involving Channel Nine turned things around with his Supertests involving a bunch of Australian delights against the World’s superstars under lights for the very first time in history. As an expected retaliation from any human congregation to changes, the Kerry-Packer series was amidst myriad controversies. The ACB (Australian Cricket Board) and the others who controlled the game then, rebuked the idea (What did they know that “An idea can change your life sirji”) and castigated it. Luckily, BCCI was not a part of that “others” group as we were still finding our feet in the deep waters of 60-overs ODIs.

Finance is the key to any market and when the ACB found themselves smooching bankruptcy, the only option that they had was to break-up with their narrow-minded thinking. Kerry either wasn’t doing that well to afford a holiday package in the Great Barrier Reefs, but, he was patient enough to envision beyond the horizon. As it all happened a deal was stuck to give Channel Nine exclusive telecast rights and autonomous power to market cricket in Australia.

West Indies won back-to-back World Cups in 1975 and 1979 and thanks to them that the helmet was invented in one of the Supertests played in 1977-78. Surprisingly from nowhere came the underdogs (or the Slumdogs??) lifting the 1983 coveted trophy for the first time. May be one good thing about cricket then was that, whatever you did, it went into the record books as “for the first time”. Four years later, the Asian sub-continent hosted the World Cup. Again, it was for the first time. In 1992, back Down Under, the World Cup was played with the colours replacing Whites and the white replacing the red cherry, for the first time.

Things happened and cricket a 50-over a side sport ,started attracting people from all over the world. Apart from The Ashes and the Indo – Pak series, the World Cup was the only other, much watched programme with respect to cricket. Cricket then went to a dormant phase where the routine took over the turbulence, until the Match-fixing controversy hit the scene in 2000. Again, for the first time a magnitude of such sorts was achieved in the sport. The Men-in-dark-blue went pale much before the 1996 World Cup and the meaning to the change in contrast of their jersey’s colour was understood by the average Indian, as late as 2000. A complete re-jig was done to save cricket and the retired-cricketers-turned-management-gurus were apprehensive over losing the billion Indians, if not millions at least. The fact that, cricket is in the second position in viewership is attributed to the fanatics from the sub-continent where the population is also really high. (A real bad move by football and other sports to leave out the Asian sub-continent to market their sport) Attributing to this reasoning, was India’s march to the 2003 World  Cup Final, a part of the marketing gimmick to save the sport in India. Absurd as it sounds, because, if that was the case, India would have won the tournament. The average Indian has been treated by their stalwart cricketers as a sinusoidal wave with interests peaking, attaining a maximum and then starting to stoop.

The anti-climax of the changes that the game underwent was with the advent of T20s. May be they got their idea from the rain-truncated matches which used to be a 25-overs a side affair that pulled the crowds to the grounds despite the rains. T20s was a flabbergasting hit right from the word “Go”. Or, was it we the Indians who were on cloud nine when India won the inaugural World Cup in 2007, again for the first time? The World Cup triumph gave birth to IPL (Indian Paisa League. Oops!! Indian Premier League) which was an idea stolen from ICL (Indian Cricket League) of Zee Sports. What happened next is definitely not history, but controversies. Players who went to the ICL because they will never get a chance to play for their country and they also need to feed the cricket fanatics of their family were banned by BCCI. This happened when BCCI was not even aware of the potential that the T20 format possessed. IPL happened only after our World Cup triumph and they were not even ashamed to acknowledge the fact that the idea was indeed stolen. Similar to what ACB did to Kerry-Packer Series, although not the same. Then in chronology came the spot-fixing or the great Pakistani torrents of mishaps. Should I even talk about them? Better to leave it at the authorities’ hands to provide justice to the game.

Today we have different leagues and cricket is shaping into a massive crowd puller, just like football. Sirjis, please capture the market of China as well, before football takes them over completely. With China and USA in the foray, one day I dream cricket to be the most loved and viewed team sport in the world and I pray that my dream comes true which will be the actual climax.

On the road again - Day 1

The April hot air was cold at 0430 hours in Jharsuguda when I and Abir kick-started my Thunderbird for the longest journey that we had planned till date. His quota to drive in the smooth SH10 was receding as fast as the morning replacing the dawn. By the time, the first rays hit the face of Oriya roads, we were in Sambalpur. Sambalpur is famous for Sambalpuri silk sarees, which are a one of its kind in the nation. Sambalpur being an important junction connects Bhubaneshwar on NH42, Mumbai via Raipur on one limb of NH6 and Kolkata via Keonjhar on the other limb while Jharsuguda on SH10. 10km further on from Sambalpur on NH6 towards Raipur one finds the vociferous Mahanadhi getting banked on the humungous Hirakud Dam. Known for its magnanimous structure, Hirakud dam is the world’s largest earthen dam with the walls running in for 30km connecting Burla and Hirakud town. Standing atop, it feels to be wavering along the ocean with no boundaries.

Refilling our wallets with a few grands, half of what we were expected to have by 20^th of the month also and the fuel tank with Speed Petrol, we had imagined to hit the 120kmph mark at ease on NH42. Abir not letting go of the rider’s seat, our usual count of swapping the seats was increased to 100km keeping the magnitude of the journey in mind. Updating my FB status to the current happenings, I knew that by the time my friends logged into FB, I would have reached my destination comfortably. The scenic beauty of the hills on the right hand side and farms on the left hand side left us dazed about the place through which we were travelling. At 100km from Jharsuguda we reached Charmal, a place specifically needs the mentioning. We took a break and ordered the nation’s best beverage to rejoice – Chai. We had mistakenly parked the 200kg monster in the muddy service lane and it took a while for us to bring it back on to NH42. Kick it with all might and it won’t start. After 10 minutes of desperate kicking, the bird refused to budge. We identified the problem with spark plug, but the engine was too hot to be meddled with. After half an hour of rest, with help from the Chai-dukaan, we got hold of Sankara, the mechanic. He opened the twin-spark that always made the trouble, cleaned it with the Speed Petrol and roared the engine. As a blessing in disguise for him, 50 bucks transferred hands without the required amount of work being done.

I started the engine and the April heat was getting on to us. Abir carrying a decent amount of luggage, I was the culprit with carrying a huge back-pack inspired by the song “Aaromale”. The entire blame was not on me as I was carrying Abir’s HDD as well. Finding it difficult to carry and maneuver, we stopped the bike and were making the make-shift arrangements to reduce our burden. Finally, finding a solution to it, we put the back-pack on the fuel tank and cruised away. When it was 0900 hours, we had cruised 250km to Angul to stop for our breakfast. The stoppage at Charmal had badly hit our average speed, calculated to just 60kmph. We removed our helmets, our elbow and shin guards, paused our music players and ordered Upma for breakfast, which being a favorite of Abir. We planned our next course to reach our destination with a better average speed so that we were able to make up for our loss. After applying the necessary sunscreens and putting back the armory on, we left Angul on the same NH42. Angul, known for Naxalites and National Aluminium Company is one of the fine industrial cities of Orissa. With more number of thermal powerplants coming up in the vicinity, the Naxal movement is taking a head-on clash with the blessed, fighting for the unprivileged. One observation worth mentioning is that the roads of Angul have improved a lot since our last trip. The clutters were removed and dancing jacks had been replaced by roads of NH standards.

When we were nearing Dhenkanal, there was a huge line of vehicles on the left hand side. Trucks, buses, cars, bullock-carts, were lined one after the other. We thought a railway gate that we could not remember of, was closed. But, that would not mean to stop vehicles for a 20km stretch. Reading into the situation, there was chaos as well. There were unsettling nerves about something tragic that had happened. Not again, we thought. We could hardly accelerate above 30kmph and reached a place where there was absolute chaos with tyres being burnt with animosity in the air as fuel. The police officer controlling the situation was looking directly at us and was calling us towards him. We did not know anything, we are simple bikers caught in a myriad haywire. Gathering courage, we biked towards the officer to find that he has made way for bikes in the zone to pass. Salute him, I thought. The whole mishap was about a bike ramming into a truck and there was heavy bloodshed. A furor was created as the person belonged to the nearby village and the road-services were disrupted. Thanks to the officer, we saved some 4 hours to circumvent the situation. On the other side of the accident, we saw the same line of trucks, buses, cars, bullock-carts and bikes stranded for 25km on the right side of the road. With the sun-streaming down on us, my tanned forearms called for a hydration break.

We reached Dhenkanal and moved swiftly through the hot whirlwind and reached Cuttack at 1300 hours and took the mighty NH5 of the Golden Quadrilateral. Speed mellowed down due to traffic, Abir felt difficulty in driving as we almost skidded past a truck that was going mayhem. Tempers and frustration rising between us mainly due to the heat, both of us displayed tremendous control in not yelling at each other. May be that is what the hot shopfloors of Vedanta has taught us - To remain cool when the situation and the ambience is hot. We reached Bhubaneswar at 1400 hours, scouted a hotel and refreshed. The conditioned air and the cold orange-flavored Glucon-D did some good to us. We later went to the Royal Motors to collect back our Insurance papers and visited our favorite restaurant – Tangerine and had a sumptuous meal. Searching for Lassi in the capital of Orissa, the salty ones tasted yuck although Abir had two of them. We later reached our hotel and dozed off. A true CSK fan in me woke up at the right time to watch the IPL Semi-Finals which CSK won against DC. The first day of the huge bike cruise was over. An arduous bike trip that was ahead of us the next day, taunted us, even in the dreams. 

The In-dependence day

The last time I celebrated my Independence Day was on the 9^th June, 2010 and my country’s Independence Day on the obvious date of 2003. As a school boy, marching with the pluck-card of “Vivekananda House”, I listened to a gravitating speech by person, whose name I do not remember, but, he was from an organization called Alma Mater. My vocabulary was at horrifying levels that I did not even understand the meaning of Alma Mater. But, the speech was in simple English that I understood. It was a speech that ignited the spirit of “I can” in me. I can, I can and I just did the opposite. Fared badly in the 12^th boards, screwed up the JEE and the other EEs as well.

The next Independence Day of 2004, I found myself attending a quiz (Ragging?? Rectification??) in a place some 2000km away from my home. The dogma of marching a parade and the head of the institute hoisting the National flag was unconventionally replaced by the quizzes that we underwent. The whole agenda of gleefully singing the National Anthem which was written just 60km from where I was being quizzed came as a slap on my face (pun intended).

The next Independence Day of 2005, I was awakened by a few juniors singing the National Anthem outside my door and who were quizzed after the show. After the formal introduction, a yawning me went outside my hostel to see hoards of juniors returning after the parade. A new convention was started that year to hoist the flag. I vowed a breakable vow to attend the ceremony next year without fail.

Independence Day of 2006 was no better. There were more juniors and being in the pre-final year gave me more autonomy to dictate things. Not because I was in pre-final year, but, because, I was residing in a final years’ wing. There were different versions of the 52-second starched-chest-high-head-proud-anthem with the length of it variably varying with the geography of India. Pushed the breakable vow to the Independence Day of 2007, which will be my final year at the place. So, I had to attend it. Then the day came and I was cozily sleeping in my bed, without any of my wing-mates’ disturbance. I think we had a party the last night, with an afore-seen fact that the next day is going to be a dry-day.

2008, Independence Day was on a weekly-off day. Working in shifts had my off shifted to Friday than the normal beings’ Sunday. The village where I was working in had a new or the first supermarket opened. Flocking with a couple of colleagues, I bought my daily accessories (brand of my choice actually) after put into a jail for two months. When my Independence Day will come from this place was the thought that extended to infinity.

Surprisingly, for the Independence Day of 2009, I had booked my tickets to the place where I was physically present on the Day from 2004 to 2007. I was merrily spending on shopping thinking that the big bucks will stop one-day and my breakable vow remained broken. I did not wake up the parade for the fourth time out of the given four chances. Independence meant Freedom and I had it with me then. The real freedom to say yes for the thing you want to.

It was 0400 hours when my mom woke me up on the 15^th August 2010. A couple of text messages wishing me “Happy Independence Day” with a text-drawing of the nation. I thought how superbly they have included the whole of Jammu & Kashmir and Arunachal Pradesh in it without knowing the real state of affairs. After my Sehri, I slept off and woke up around 0800 hours to find my cousin brother getting ready to leave for the flag hoisting at his college. It rang some bell in me. The guy with the freedom in me has changed over the years. While fasting in the holy month of Ramadhan, I realized, this is how millions of Indians feel 365 days a year, although their lives. The mental agony of hunger and thirst haunts them day and night. Irrespective of millions of tons of food grains rotting waste at the mega-warehouses of FCI, the responsible government still imports food grains and increase the deficit. They won’t even distribute the rotting grains for free to the unprivileged. With millions swindled in the name of Wealth that was supposed to be Common, with Indian Rupee getting a new face, with Communist East India fighting the Fascist West India, both of whom are against the secular North India with a completely intangible South India, lest we forget the North-East limb of Mother India.

Independence did not bring order but chaos. Only if we would have been a little more patient, the Englishmen themselves would have granted us the Independence without all the bloodshed. Nothing against the martyrs, who laid down their lives! As an Indian I salute them. On the contrary, is this is what they wished their country to be after 63 years of Free State?