Something else about Dr Abdul Kalam evokes more pathos than his death. He failed to impact our lives. Now wait before you reach for the nearest missile or a choice cuss word. I was about to add it was not his fault that he was a misfit in a polity and society that held little value for the things he stood for and spoke of. That he still maintained a cheerful demeanour and exuded positive vibes marked him out as a shining, sterling gem amidst mud.
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Some things are intensely personal. Music is such. Almost everyone loves music but the reasons you love it are your own. It is as if you dip into a community pond to scoop out your special share which you deem distinct. Any way, that’s how I justify my ‘exclusive’ bond with my favourites who all just ‘happen’ to be in public domain!
Metro Rail is certainly a matter for great celebration for Chennaiites. But Metro Rail is also a miserable metaphor for the laggard, leisurely, laboured pace at which our cherished city is struggling to become a real, well, metro. As we rejoice at the latest locomotive landmark, we can’t also avoid rueing the missed and messed opportunities. The hoot that heralded the first Metro Rail was also a wake-up call.
The people of the country should compulsorily have three photographs in their purse, pocket or pet gadget. No, not of revered ones like Sri Krishna, Shiva or Saibaba. Neither that of stars like Kamal, Katrina or Kohli. I suggest snaps of Sonia, Signor Rahul and MSingh. Here’s a snap shot on why.
Anything in excess is poison. Cinema and cricket are always prime candidates. The game of bat vs ball, particularly, has now overshot all normal boundaries, thanks to IPL and courtesy its opening player, Lalit Modi. In just a few years, this contagious mental virus has seeped deep into the psyche of a vulnerable populace and sapped virtually every aspect of national life like no other epidemic.
Very shocking and sickening indeed. The dangerous lead levels in noodles? No! The sudden, simulated rage as if the whole thing was tainted only the day-before-yesterday! Well, that surely is.
At times the world around seems false or falling apart. And then the realisation dawns albeit fleetingly that it is our own world view, not the world, that needs tinkering. Our perceptions dictated by the senses don’t change what exists or happens beyond our skin. The closing of a window does not alter the scenery.
There was something else of importance I wanted to write about this week, but it just slipped my mind. Curse the jolted jelly in my head! Can’t trust those gray cells anymore.
A State’s wittypedia
Name: TN alias Tinsel Nadu. A theatre of many absurds.
Description: A perennially house-full theatre of all possible absurdities.