Debugging Life (Rebooted)

NOTE: This Blog Was Written For IndiBlogger’s #SoakNoMore Contest . As For The Title, This Post Is A Continuation Of An Earlier Post Titled Debugging Life

Sometimes, all that happens in life is that it comes to a standstill. Call it perfection or a delusional period bordering on mental imbalance, that moment is something which we all have different perceptions about. Some cherish it as a beloved memory which becomes a riveting aspect in their life while some simply embrace or rather disregard it as a dark phase which destroys them completely. I call it a moment when we simply decide to soak no more.
Life is an extraordinary fairy tale with its own twists and turns which may lead us to the beautiful wide windows of happiness or to the gallows of sadness and depression. We may be dipped into the hot scalding oils of anger and invariable revenge but we may also be thrown into the limitless sky of unyielding joy. Still, there are numerous times when we feel ki kaash life was like an iPod; bundled with its own play, pause, fast forward and rewind buttons. Just a small of any of them could control time, where in everything was in our hands and still under control.
As a sane member of the Homo Sapiens species, I have had this weird little observation.  We always tend to ruin our happy moments just by imagining it to be temporary. Funny, isn’t it? We always consider the joyful happy period to be a temporary enigma which shall be broken to bring a sad time. Although we have no concrete reasoning to back this, it’s just that gut feeling all of us have( or as the filmy way goes, “Mera Dil Kehta Hai”). I happened to be discussing this with one of my uncles. Here in, one of my uncles made a brilliant point which is relevant here (Fair bit of warning though, he was from an engineering background so kindly ignore the geekiness behind it). He said that life is like a Sine graph. You go up and then you go down and then up again. However, it is important to realise that when you are at the downward/negative amplitude( i.e. at the worst possible moment), you just have to keep hope that everything is going to be great because from that moment onwards, your life graph is just going to rise. So, at that particular moment, when everything seems down and out, simply put on your headphones, turn up the music and shut out the idiosyncrasies of life. I know this sounds all hunky-dory and presumptuously optimistic. But at the end of the day, all of us have that nifty little way to sort ourselves out. But whatever your method maybe, always keeps in mind the biggest secret of this universe; “Life in itself is a unique gift; but getting to play with your gift in the human form is the ultimate souvenir. Cherish your passions, enjoy your time and of course believe in everything and everything will believe in you.”
 I recently learnt that deciding to shut out life’s nonsense and loving its tiny but pretty little details makes it easy to scale the graph. I don’t say that everything will be worth celebrating in a second, but it definitely won’t be worth being sad also.

Debugging Life (Rebooted)

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Don’t Fight, Freedom is our Right!

NOTE: This article was written by me for the newspaper Education Times (http://www.myeducationtimes.com/article/79/201208132012081314113447424da4e33/Don%E2%80%99t-fight-freedom-is-our-right-.html)while I Interned there. Here is the link to the PDF of the actual newspaper article(http://www.4shared.com/office/qcuYiRmz/TOIM_2012_8_13_31.html)

Freedom itself is a liberalised term. As a soon to turn adult, it’s truly an honour to be a citizen of the Republic of India.  Democracy, in its essence is based on the expression of liberation by its citizens. Our constitution makers, inspired by this, gave us the Right to Freedom, which truly is a legacy we cherish. Nearly 62 years since its inception, liberty now runs through our veins. May it be a free expression of our opinion, a peaceful candle march against corruption, the ability to pick our choice of pencil or our choice of politician; we can legally do all of it. Sure many attempts at suppression have risen, but our judiciary has always quelled the situation. In recent times, the new IT rules proposed have drawn the ire of many legal experts as its terms blatantly violate our fundamental rights. I sure agree with them! No one messes with my rights!
As a young Indian, the ability to speak my mind, express my appreciation or more than often, my criticism, knowing that I am well within my rights to do so, is a matter of great joy. However, it still is a small ruby in a pile of diamonds. Unlike popular belief, freedom to us is not just limited to being our self. The knowledge that we can freely live our lives without the threat of unlawful conviction coupled with the unique perk of free and compulsory education (recently brought into effect by the Right to Education Act) from the age of 6 to 14 years, too factors in our umbrella of independence.
 Often, I arrogantly questioned some of the government’s seemingly absurd acts such as the different set of laws in Kashmir and the need for passes to enter Nagaland, on the pointless basis that such measures took away many of our promised rights. But, when I realized their necessity and simple brilliance, I was humbled. Our forefathers guaranteed us our rights but ensured that, freedom never took precedent over law, order and most importantly peace. I acknowledge that independence is never restricted. Well not unreasonably anyway. For e.g. when I’m told to not drive before 18, I never consider it as curtailment of my freedom. Rather, I realise it to be a supplement to my right to a protected life.
My freedom is mine to choose and define. It always was, always shall be. But when it’s constitutionally my right, I can’t help perform a small jig of thanks every morning. Many people I know moan about how India has still not matured in terms of freedom. I simply tell them this: “Read Part III of the Constitution and ingrain it in your head because legally, we are one of the most privileged citizens in the world for nearly 62 years! If that’s not mature, then nothing else is.”

Education Times,14th August 2012,Front Page

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Meri Aankhon Se Dekho a.k.a. Perspective

“The Himalayas are to the north”. This statement is a perfectly correct statement to anyone living to the south of the World’s highest mountain range. But, it is equally baffling for a Russian or a Chinese. Vice-versa if it reads “The Himalayas are to the south”. Is either of the parties wrong? No, the answer is that Perspective is the winner.
Meri Aankhon Se Dekho a.k.a. Perspective
The clichéd story about how a man without slippers stops whining when he meets a man with amputated legs is pretty common. I agree that it’s extremely idealistic of me to preach the “Step into someone else’s shoes” philosophy and I don’t advocate it. All I wish to point out is that any situation we face is simply defeat able by perspective. I personally learned this myslf, passing through some very idiosyncratic phases which were in consideration, serious but not as much as I considered them to be. What I learnt is that everything and anything requires time which under a veil is simply nothing but perspective. A passé Bollywood song had the lyric
“Karlo jo bhi karna hai
Hota hai jo hona hai
Guzara jo pal yeh fhir na aayega….
Kya bura hai kya bhala hai?
Waqt hi shayad khuda hai
Ho jane do phir,dekha jayega….”
This in a sense brings out the view point based on the extensive varsity and length of time. I remember my friend telling me (when I had done really badly in an exam), with an extremely annoyed look, “Dude, in your life you live for 6 Lakh hours; and you are sad because you messed up for three of them? Really?”. The bullet remains that sometimes, it’s just a new angle or a change in POV is all we need to resume our erstwhile depleting life.
Another example too stems from the phases I mentioned earlier. In a typical Indian drama, I was counselled by numerous family members, career counsellors and believe it or not, a psychiatrist. Here in, one of my uncles made a brilliant point which is relevant here ( Fair bit of warning though, he was from an engineering background so kindly ignore the geekiness behind it). He said that life is like a Sine graph. You go up and then you go down and then up again. However, it is important to realise that when you are at the downward/negative amplitude( i.e. at the worst possible moment), you just have to keep hope that everything is going to be great because from that moment onwards, your life graph is just going to rise.
So, sometimes, life is all about perspective (or the Hindi colloquial “Nazaariya”). To sum up this rather optimistically driven post, I quote myself (rather uncanny of me to actually even come up with one), “Life in itself is a unique gift; but getting to play with your gift in the human form is the ultimate souvenir. Cherish your passions, enjoy your time and of course believe in everything and everything will believe in you.”

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We Fought, We Endured And Now We CHANGE

A quick glance at the supposed “glorious” culture and history of India yields nothing but a simplistic opinion to today’s populous. Pick up any book, any year and we notice this; We fought for something, and our opponents( under the veil of secrecy) gave it to us, we rejoiced and discovered that we were deceived.

Today, I was re-reading my copy of Aravind Adiga’s The White Tiger  and came across certain lines which put me in a fix, making me write this article and also make the video attached alongside. I don’t remember the lines to the exact punctuation, however in essence they talk about how democracy was nothing but a shrouded opportunity for India(metaphorical assumed as a Zoo) to be turned into a Jungle by the powerful. partly I agree to the viewpoint. Mr.Adiga made an excellent note about how our nation should have had alleviated problems such as water supply issues, poverty etc. and then focused on Democracy.
Anyway,my point is that we have lived for nearly two millenniums under force. May it be an emperor or a federation of states, India has nearly never had a full scale democracy except from 1947; We were oppressed, we were labelled, we were killed, we were tortured. We fought, we protested and tried to hit back. But two points remain:
1. We still fight.
2.We still endure.
Bolne mein hum sab aage hain;par jab road pe kisiko bematlab maarte hain, we turn into silent spectators, ENDURING everything. But the time has come for a Change. We stop enduring and we change.
You may think that, okay another person crying about change and getting passionate. Who will bring the change?What will be the change?
Change as I define it is that we stand up to whatever we want,whenever we want.  Don’t promise anyone anything that you will alleviate poverty or blah blah blah. Nothing of that sort. But promise yourself that you will stand up to what’s wrong; it may be standing up to your milkman for mixing water in the milk or it may be standing up to your local MLA and telling him on his face “Tu Paise Khata Hai!”. But do stand up.
We Fought, We Endured And Now We CHANGE

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Debugging Life

Exemplary problems are always a part of someone’s lives. never will you find a person devoid of a problem(and if by an odd chance you find one, the person will be devoid him/herself).at many crossroads of life, we find ourselves in situations when some of those slow beats wale Bollywood tracks play in the background and those cryptic lyrics make sense. That’s the time when we need to debug our life.


Life is an extraordinary fairy tale with its own twists and turns which may lead us to the beautiful wide windows of happiness or to the gallows of sadness and depression. We may be dipped into the hot scalding oils of anger and invariable revenge but we may also be thrown into the limitless sky of unyielding joy. Still, there are numerous times when we feel ki kaash life was like an iPod; bundled with its own play, pause, fast forward and rewind buttons. Just a small of any of them could control time, where in everything was in our hands and still under control. But unfortunately this concept shall always remain a fantasy (unless Dr. Sheldon Cooper succeeds).

So at such unpredictable moments, what do we do? Do we give up and lose hope? no we stand up, throw a few punches at life and say,” you can’t beat me punk!” I know it is easy to say so and damn tough to apply and follow. Recently I myself went throw one of such moments and I admitted defeat. But as I recover, I have learnt the importance of being in control of ourselves. A simple mantra to do this was once told to me by a friend and later on by my parents. It goes like this: “In life, you will always come across a number of hurdles which will deter your vision of your goal; but don’t lose hope and carry on with your life because your manzil will not be as far from you as it seems.” And believe me when I say, achieving that one dream which you have always pined for is worth the entire wait and hurdles in the world.

Coming back to the topic at hand, each one of us has our own debugging method. Some write, some sit and think, some tune into music and some sleep. I personally love to sit by my favourite window with my favourite music playing on my iPod. But whatever your method maybe, always keeps in mind the biggest secret of this universe; “Life in itself is a unique gift; but getting to play with your gift in the human form is the ultimate souvenir. Cherish your passions, enjoy your time and of course believe in everything and everything will believe in you.

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"Nobody Wants A Bhagat Singh In Their Home!"

I was standing at Andheri station, awaiting my train when  the latest issue of “The Week” caught my eye. The cover story was one covering Mr.Ajeet Singh,a great social activist who is working on the elimination of child prostitution. However, this article is not about him but rather about something he said.”Nobody Wants A Bhagat Singh In Their Home!”. This statement really intrigued me to no extent. Being born and brought up in an urban environment and a modern family, I have never faced any form of restrictions in helping people out. But Mr. Singh’s statement has cruelly revealed the so called “pedestrian population” of India. It is the face of India which is still grovelling in the dirt of myths, baseless culture, illiteracy, gender bias and caste based discrimination. It saddens me to say that our nation which is bustling with an ever increasing populous is burdened by outdated and redundant social customs which leaves us at a total blockade in terms of growth. Although the remarkable anti corruption programmes in recent times have definitely taken a step in the required positive direction, our minstrels will always be shackled to the sands of time due to the stubborn will of our nation to stick to old traditions. So the question arises, “How Can We Change?”.I say we do so by changing ourselves and the ones near us. Let’s have the courage to stand up and say what is right or wrong. It may be something as trivial as asking your parents not to hire a house help who is underage or may be protesting the arrest of an innocent citizen who is just fighting for his rights. The magnitude of our involvement does not matter. People may mock us and cite the contrary but in fact the truth as I believe it is, can be explained by a small event from the life of our ex-president, Dr.A.P.J Abdul Kalam.
As all of us know, he loved children and always will. I always keep a track of his events and speeches because he is one of those few people who really inspire me from the bottom of my heart. Anyway, at a school event in Ahemdabad, a cocky seventeen year old smugly asked him,” Sir, as a student all my time is gone in either studies or running errands. When you say I should plant trees, do you suggest I stop studies or running errands for my parents?”Dr.Kalam smiled and replied “Son, what do you do when you want to relax?”Taken aback by this sudden change in the subject, the boy replied, “I go for walks with my friends.”Broadening his smile, he said “Then, my son you just need to do one thing: Carry a handful of seeds and drop them near any area which you wish to see as green.”Dismayed, the boy quickly replied, “But Sir, how will I water them, fertilise them or take care of them?”.Dr.Kalam solemnly replied, “Leave that to nature. If you plant 50 seeds, at least 5 will grow naturally! You will know that you have done your bit at least!”This simple hypothesis is what I apply to my life. Let’s all do our bit and more if we can to see a better society.
Let me end with one of my own personal experiences. Once a pair of old uncles from my community had come over and coincidently it was when Anna Hazare ji was fasting for the Jan Lokpal Bill. Just before departing, the topic of discussion was corruption (inevitably).At the door one of them said, “Corruption ka kuch bhi bolo sikhate toh hum hi hain na ghar pe(call corruption whatever you want, but at the end of the day, it’s we who teach it at home!)”.I said nothing but just before I shut the door, I proudly said, “Uncle jo bhi ho,mere mummy-papa ne toh kabhi nahin sikhaya(Uncle, whatever it may be, my parents never taught me that)” and slammed the door.

Dr.Ajeet Singh
Dr.A.P.J Abdul Kalam

Anna Hazare

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