i left the haven at 10.04 am in order to be on time for a 10 am meeting. Trials for dramatics have started you see and we held someones future in our unpunctual hands... *scary* i was unpunctual but dry, warm as toast and clean. sparkly clean. *grins*
Now at 5.32 pm, im as dry as an alley cat can be (when caught in a thunderstorm) and as clean as a donkey (whose played in muck for about 53 minutes, to be exact) But im happy. as happy as i can be when im happy. very happy.
Even though ive been in Delhi for a lil over a decade had never found the time to hang out at India Gate. Never. Shameful right? You wont find my family muching on gol-gappas/boating in those rickety death-by-dirty-water contraptions/eating ice-cream in India Gate. You will just not. We dont do that. We're more the every saturday night out for dinner or order-in kinda people (before health-awareness programme)
But ANYWAY, today my friends and i gawked at the structure and tried to gain entry near the monument itself (through polite/sweet/aww-inspiring smiles. it didnt work btw) Rested our limbs on above mentioned death traps (paddle boats) and flinched at the thought of the murky water making contact with our precious bacteria-wary skin. (we're sure we saw people pee-ing there too. hmm) But as we bumped our way past every boat sana and i started to wonder (Well, i started to...) why was it that we always consider Delhi a metropolitan that is 'modern'. Just lookin at the dozen of nangu (nude) kids being photographed (so typical) by a firang, we were left feeling... lucky. Not cuz we werent the nangu kids whose privacy was being violated (kinda) but cuz we are us. With our parents and current life. How fantastically lucky and priviledged to actually be able to help people out. That is itself a blessing. I know this is probably sickly-nausea-inducing sweet but you just gotta look at the real world to know things could have turned out so differently. Knowing what i know, how can i NOT be convinced bout the existence of GOD when the evidence is everywhere you look!!! We're blessed ... all of us. And those who aren't AS blessed, they need us and we NEED to help them. Because we can.
What this was SUPPOSED to be bout was the four of us stopping the car and getting down in the parking... running round like crazy coots and not giving a damn. We didnt even think bout liberation as we embraced the rain. Dripping from head-to -toe. Singing. But the very fact that we can do that and not think twice- thats how lucky we are. Sometimes, you need to give back. Its not about being 'nice' but lets share. Lets try and take care of someone who needs it, cuz frankly we've been taken care of.
Ps-yeah, we wore white :) uhhh ... and then rushed home.
11 comments:
it is a strange post tht makes me ambivalent...
'look at the real world'...'modernity'...'not about being nice'...GOD...'we are lucky'
i understand the sentiment but it also soounds too naive
inequality exists..extremes exist within our land where slums and skyscrapers share a horizon...yet we dont see it as often as we should. And to be moved by it makes us feel lucky...
glad someone was moved, somewhere :)
just sometimes, i give the cynic in me a break :P
Oh hell! I almost agreed with you this time. Then I saw
"I know this is probably sickly-nausea-inducing sweet but you just gotta look at the real world to know things could have turned out so differently. Knowing what i know, how can i NOT be convinced bout the existence of GOD when the evidence is everywhere you look"
1. It is not nauseating.
2. Existence of God. I am a rationalist. I don't believe in religion as it is known today. All humbug! I am not disputing the claim that there is a force (more on this to follow) that makes things happen.
S's anscestors, when they first saw magnets stick together, thought it was the work of 'God'. My anscestor than came along and told your anscestor "Stupid S's anscestors! Alignment of electrons cauze this effect. I curse your lineage to be as dumb as you are."
So some day my kids might walk up to S's kids, and much like the way I do now to S, explain how S's kids are wrong about the 'force' being God and things happen due to a force called 'Ram's Charm'.
-Ok
Pugsie- Psst. This Ram, sounds like an effing idiot to me. I hope he doesn't hear me. I am so scared of his intellect.
boo hoo.
wow, this space has become bitch-away land for you two obsessed kids. *feels very mature*
ps- S...hilarious (my loyalty cant help bursting out into peals of laughter)
pps- wicked- i never expect you to agree...call it experience if you will. :P
luved it... even I have'nt enjoyed India gate too much so to say... even though I've been living in delhi all my life... And ofcourse I so completely agree with you... that it is us the relatively more fortunate ones to help the lesser ones... probably that is how the balancing act works... :)
Ps: was caught in a downpour yesterday... and i absolutely luved it.. even the wading thru muddy water... :)
@swayam
i think the rains just fanatstic!!! :P...glad you feel the same way *hi5* :D:D
oh my god..ppl love rains as much as i do...probably not all that much cuz i love it the most bt i am glad u appreciate water pouring down n gettin wet n al...super fun!!!!!
nice blog..
n u knw even though al of us talk about helping them..we still refrain frm givin them food or money when we cum across poor kids in places like saket and like..i dont know i just get this feeln tht at this age this is all(perhaps not al)we can do to help them,us being the more blessed ones still we don't really..well..even if it is about not promoting begging habits in these kids how is it helping them..its not lik they are aware of the alternatives at this young age anyway..but watevr..:)
there are certainly limited options when it comes to actually helping out people... but i guess its bout cultivating that reflexive feeling of lending a hand..
giving a packet of fatafat (candy) to a kid wont really help..we gotta do what we can..even if its as small as helping someone climb stairs... until we come up with better ways.
ps-street plays performed for CRY are SUPPOSED to help (*ahem*) :P
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