Saturday, 28 December 2013

In Nothingness Is Everything


I am

I am this

I am that

I am this and I am that


I am

I am nothing

In nothingness is everything..

Tuesday, 17 December 2013

Road Rage Claims Yet Another Life In Mumbai

A couple of days ago, my good friend, Chirag Randeria sent me a message from Texas, US, where he lives. He sought my help in drawing attention to a heinous act of unprovoked violence that claimed an innocent man's life.

The victim, Mayur Mehta ( in picture above), CEO of a DIagnostic Centre also happened to be Chirag's Uncle. How ironical that he lost his life while on his way to celebrating his wedding anniversary. Yes, life can be very cruel.

The full report of the incident can be read on this link of a leading newspaper's cover page story for today. While driving his scooter, he accidentally brushed a motorcycle rider. This offended and provoked the rider to such an extent that he slashed Mehta's thigh with a knife.

The deep gash was bleeding profusely, forcing Mehta to get off his scooter. He cried for help
but no one came to his rescue until another passerby on a scooter stopped. A 19 year old collegian, she helped tie up his wound but the blood loss by then caused Mehta to lose consciousness. The girl, Michelle, screamed at the onlookers to help her rush Mehta to Hospital. Nobody obliged. She hailed an auto-rickshaw herself, but the driver refused to help them. Infuriated, she hurled a stone and shattered the vehicle's windshield.

By the time they did make it to a hospital, it was too late. The Doctor said if he had been brought there in time he'd surely have survived: his femoral artery had been cut which led to his bleeding to death. An unavoidable death, a man could have lived to wish his wife on their Anniversary.

The brave young Collegian, Michelle should be lauded for leading by example and trying her very best without waiting for someone to join in. A role model for all of us!

The police are on the lookout for the murderer. My question is should the onlookers be, approximately fifty of them, tried for abetment of murder?

If even some of them had lent a helping hand and showed the humane approach of the young girl, a family would not been grieving a lost husband, father and my friend his uncle.

I'm less angered at the murderer (who reportedly is a drug addict) than by the bystanders: it is people like these who can make a difference but choose not to do so. They bother me more, Chirag.

R.I.P., Mr.Mehta.

(P..S. : Pictures courtesy Mumbai Mirror)

Saturday, 7 December 2013

'Who Are You?' The Voice Kept Asking Me

I was sweating profusely. The heat and suffocation in the cell were getting to be unbearable. Despite my eyes being tightly shut, the harsh light could be felt. Dare not open my eyes..the light was blinding.

My hands handcuffed behind me, I was seated on this creaky wooden chair. My every effort to struggle, break free gave me the sneaking feeling that the chair would collapse. 

I didn't know how I had ended up here nor when, in this hell-hole. Absolutely no recollection of the immediate past. 

Racked my brain. Where had I last been and what transpired in between...My mind was too clogged to help think clearly.

 'Who are you' he asked me.
My name is....was rudely cut short by Mr.Know All.
'Spare me. I already know your name, date of birth, where you live and work, how much you earn, names of your family and friends and all that. So cut that out and let's get to the real thing. Who are you?'

Huh? What's all this about? I know my rights. On what grounds am I being held? I demand an explanation (my eyes still shut).

'I do the questioning here. Make it easy for yourself, you won't be harmed. If you don't co-operate it is going to be one long night. 
Who are you?'

'You won't be harmed' you go..
God dammit! I'm already traumatised! I'm a human being, with a torso four limbs and a mind that has just blanked out: thanks to you!'

'Even I'm a human, as are 7 billion others on this planet. So what makes you special. Who are you?'

Okay. Look, I'm a law abiding citizen, have a clean record. Oh yes, one cleaner than any of this country's politicians certainly!. Have never been involved in any crime. So what answer are you exactly seeking from me?

'Look, you can do better than that. Cut out the superficial. Think deeper. I'll come back after a while. Think, think: Who are you?'

Benumbed by now, thinking about anything was not on my mind. The sweating, stress had completely drained me and I must have fallen asleep.

I awoke to 'The nap must have done you good. I think your mind would now be ripe to look beyond the mundane. The answer is startlingly obvious and you are among the select few who fully understand it.'

Now this made me want to search deeper! Beyond the physical?

'We are getting closer'

Oh yes! I am a soul! Beautiful, infinite, immortal and invisible! Detached from all the joys and sorrows that befall me, ever blissful, energised by His boundless energy.

At that moment, I felt a waft of cool breeze. 

In the cell?

'You are now free to go'

Hesitatingly I opened my eyes..Where WAS the prison? Where was the interrogator? What greeted me was a spectacular landscape! Flowing winds, undulating greens, blue skies..

Yes, I was indeed free.

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