Differrently wired - 6

The country shut down
By battered politicians
Common man suffers
The arrogance of the party in power is responsible for this state of affairs. It does not wish to debate the state of affairs in the Parliament with the opposition. They are convinced that they are right and not willing to listen to any other point of view. In a democracy this amounts to inviting the opposition to take to the streets to prove their point. The ruling party in its arrogance believes that when the opposition parties do that they will invite the wrath of the common man. In effect both of them succeed in doing precisely that. All that the common man does is then fret and fume and wait for the next elections. But then as the politicians very well know, the public memory is short lived and they continue with their shenanigans.
The have-nots will be back to their fight for survival and the haves busy lobbying for furthering their interests.
The politicians will pimp, preen and plumb the depths for satiating their insatiable greed for power and wealth.
The bloggers will blog and all the players in the drama will get their day’s fame and our country will move on regardless!
Incredible India indeed!

Differently wired - 4

An overcast sky
Carries a promise of rain
And the birds head home
For the ride home I had The Beatles playing for me in my head. The sky was overcast and threatening to pour down to flood the streets. But all that it managed was a minor drizzle. All threat and no rain. Reminded me of all those famous people embroiled and exposed for some scam or the other who threatened that they would expose the real culprits but never did. Must be some sort of a face saving device used by all these scamsters.
The sun had set and the stage set for a vibrant night life in the city. Not for me though. My nightlife was sitting at home, trawling through various news sites and gathering information to blog about garnished with my strong opinion. I loved it when my blogged opinion drew sharp criticism and invited long debates. It was my endeavour to build a strong lobby for positive meaningful action through debate against all that I did not like. When I started out, I was told by a lot of people that there was nothing that I could do to change around me. But I was motivated by the famous saying ‘Be the change you want to see’. I modified it a bit by going online and asking fellow bloggers to join me in Being the change we want to see. The response was phenomenal. Within a few days of regular blogging, my blog managed a decent following and soon it became a habit with all participants in the ensuing discussions to identify problem areas and find solutions. Non violent vigilantism.

Differently wired - 3

The buzz fluctuates
Depending on the gossip
Whether hot or cold
I sit at my table and watch the pc come alive reluctantly. To ensure that it has its privacy while turning itself on for my pleasure, I leave my table and take a walk to the washroom and then to the coffee machine for a nice hot cup of my favourite ‘filter kapi’ of Bengaluru. Due to my inability for indulging in office or any other gossip I return to my table and feel happy to enter the virtual world. That is my comfort zone. I find it so strange that I find it easier to deal with people virtually than in the real world. In the virtual world they are real people but are so different. The reason could be that one need not be politically correct out there and just turn on or off depending on your moods and if asked can always blame an erratic internet connection. Virtually, you can manipulate the conversation and the time taken for a reply without sounding foolish. People also find it easier to compliment or dumb down someone on the internet. These days bloggers have started forming mutual admiration societies to ensure the maximisation of hits their blogs receive. Actually there is no harm in being nice. As someone famously said, ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say hold your silence.’

Differently wired - 2

The lyrics unheard
Set to a tune that sings well
Acoustic heaven
Have never been comfortable with Walkmans or Ipods, actually anything that would require me to use those earphones. None of them ever fit my ears and when I did attempt to use them, they kept dropping out hence carried all music that I liked and wished to hear, in my mind where navigation through different albums and songs was extremely user friendly. It also saved me the trouble of recording and deleting as all functions were on ‘auto’ controlled by the subconscious.
Right now, right here, it is Hariprasad blowing gently through his bansuri to reach the nooks and crannies of the mind. The soothing flow of the notes lulls the mind into visuals of vast farmland where the land meets the sky in harmony. And the sunrise colours the sky in pastel shades of pink, blue and orange.
Once the music stops the voices in the mind begin the forever debates to set out the agenda for the day as a continuum from yesterday to tomorrow.
I get off the bus and as I move on towards my work station, greet all and sundry with a smile playing on my lips and raising my hand or nodding my head in no particular order or frequency. Have realised that nobody actually cares for what you mutter as long as the gesture is complete. Is that the reason why people say ‘It is the gesture that matters.’?

Differently wired - 1

Sunlight peeping in
Lights up the darkest corners
Time to live again
Peering through tightly closed eyelids, I try to boost my morale and face another gruelling day ahead. I can think of countless reasons to get back to bed and in the safe cocoon of my dreams and not many to help me arise. The battle has begun. While the thoughts fight it out let me take a short nap. But hey, what about the dream? Ironically I have to wake up to fulfil the dream.
All the morning chores were done routinely and am now waiting for the bus to get me to my work station. Stopped driving a year back when I realised that dreaming and driving don’t mix.
The bus arrives with the same old faces to pick up another. I get in and amble to my regular seat which is between the driver and the window. I prefer this seat because I can see ahead and feel the scene rush past on the side. After a while this activity puts my mind into a hypnotic trance that is broken on the arrival of my destination. The music plays in my head, not from any external source.