Month: November 2016

Dear Life,

At the age of 82, stooped, gnarled hands, knobbly knees … i pause and marvel at this body that houses me. I feel my heart beat. Steady. My blood thrums in my veins. My brain is sharp. I know the clock is ticking but so far my body and mind have stood rock solid by me for all these years. 0946b0911defb3036cd61b9d64ed1b29.jpg

I’ve experienced joy, love, sorrow, loss. My heart has sung and it has ached. My liver has too.

In my 20s, i didn’t give my body a thought. It was there and i pushed it as far as i could. I whipped it. I disregarded it. I took pleasure from it. I took it for granted. It absorbed all the pressure and unpredictability i put it through and yet, it stuck with me. It must have complained. It must have felt abused. I couldn’t have cared less. I was young and i was driven. I was the master of my destiny.

As i grew older, i had to get my machine serviced from time to time. A fracture. Pneumonia. Appendicitis. Flu. Heart attack. Diminished eye sight. Diminished hearing. Stuff. Each breakdown reminded me of its value. This wonderful machine that works so hard. Relentlessly. No weekends off. No power naps. No holidays. Definitely, no vacation. It keeps at it. Noiselessly. On and on. I feel such admiration and awe for this incredible gift. There is nothing i wouldn’t do for it as appreciation.

Maybe, its that partnership I formed with my body that allowed it to give me its best. Or maybe I’m one of the lucky ones. Whatever it is … i am grateful.

I pray I’m also one of those lucky ones to pass over in my sleep. Peaceful and happy.

Affectionately,
A young old man

Dear Mr 500 and Ms 1k,

8dd15347639378c4e9dc34d16d11f8c17d2916d211f5ca5e4b86735e51ffba38The two of you are now sum zero. ZERO. From hereon, you will be seen as the prime example of how to failao a raita.

In a split second, you have become a symbol of terror and panic. People who were hoarding you in their mattresses and underground bunkers are making a pyre of you, sending you down the ganges to commemorate your early demise or running helter skelter to replace you with more meaningful notes. People thought you would buy them security. Now there is only insecurity. How does it feel to wield such power over an entire nation? People are scurrying like little, helpless mice across the landscape, in search of ways to rid themselves of you. Shake you off their back. Slap you off their person. Its a full on maara maari dudes. That’s true Power. Sadar pranaam.

There is Mr 2k, of course. Very pricey. Very hard to get. He has a slightly warped fashion sense. Very pink and very tacky. And very big on selfies. He has stepped in to help tide over the difficult times. 2k for a vada pav and samosa. Nice.

Mr 500 and Ms 1K, your departure was received with jubilation and mass hysteria. People have been lining up in long, never ending queues feeling like they belong to a momentous and revolutionary chapter in history. A movement that will cleanse the nation of its grime. Make it shiny and new again. A nationalistic fervour has swept across the land and people are stoically sacrificing their time, their energy and even their lives. This sacrifice is rewarded with a limited token from their very own savings. Its so nice to have someone take charge of the nation’s bank balance and limit their spend. Varna hum toh besharmon ki tarah daal chawal aur bhaaji khareed rahe hote!

Mr 500 and Ms 1k, you have unleashed a debate so powerful that it is like stepping into a minefield. There are two clear factions – National and Anti-national. They spend their days judging each other and everyone else on the basis of their belief system. There is another large faction – its called, chutney- in-the-making (CITM). Interestingly, the CITM are the ones who believe that these ‘inconveniences’ will one day gift them a world where they can buy land, feed their families without worry and live a life of dignity. Last, but not the least, is the So-rich-i-don’t-care faction. They wince a little, shrug a little … life goes on. Just another blip in business, as usual.

Hopefully, India will soon be a shining example of a seamless transition into PayTm karo. Corruption will cease to exist. India will become the super power it was always meant to be. There will be equality.

The innumerable soldiers of our hinterland can then smile with pride. Their sacrifice would not have been in vain. Hopefully.

A surprised, befuddled, confused ….
tax paying Indian