Yeh jo desh hain mera...

I know most of the people look at such blog titles and yawn to themselves -- One more patriot, One more post full of whining about how our country is going to the dogs, One more yap-yap..yap-yap...

I think what I am going to say here is more of a concern than a rant. I don't know who can fix it.. me? you? the government? the people of the country? or God?

I sit back in the AC cubicle in my Client office and as I read through the news items, I wonder how the poor is getting poorer and the rich is getting richer. How I strive to earn more so I can buy a better brand, afford a better house and a better life..while there are people in some place in my country who don't even have ek-waqt-ka-khaana.

How I so easily make a face to my over-cooked Cilantro pasta in a hotel and leave some on the plate...While there are thousands who would lick that plate dry coz they have not seen food for days, IN MY COUNTRY.

When you start thinking or reading or writing about such stuff, you feel so depressed about the whole thing.. but then this is how it is and I cannot make any tall claims that "Oh! I am so awesome that I will leave my comfortable cubicle and walk miles to help these people". I know right now, I won't.

"I can't" is not an option coz if I am ready to renounce my comfort, I can do anything.

I just sit back here, like a hypocrite, sipping on my green tea and using the latest technology and social media to voice my "oh-so-sympathetic-views".

Man! that sucks.. I mean becoming this person.On days like these, I hate myself..I hate the fact that I am not doing enough for anyone anymore.

I had dreams of changing the face of the country and doing things for people, when I was in school, in college.. and then I got addicted to this life that I live and forgot all of them??

I donno if people who are reading it are awesome or just like me..

But I think, just sending a donation every alternate month through some online service to these people, is not going to help them. Things have to be fixed, at the root-level. HOW? I donno.. right now, I don't.

Just that WE, as people and as a country need help.

I don't think the time is to stay mast and dilchasp... this is probably the time to take charge as a citizen and as a human being to at least create some difference. Coz my success is meaningless as a citizen, if the people in my country are killing themselves over poverty and starving to death.

Depress mat hona padke. Padna.. Sochna.. Bhool Jaana. Bharat Maata ki Jai!!

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About scars, professionalism and blah blah...

The bandage came off today and let me tell you, there are some very gross marks on the hand, that are going to stay for some time, the wound is still there but it is no longer an open wound. I hope though, there are no scars left behind.

During this whole month, I came across different reactions to my accident. Some were heart-warming and some were completely shocking. I concluded people are not at all sensitive to someone's suffering, and not to the 'marks' when it comes to a woman.

Anyways.

I have started traveling for work again and it is difficult you know, to carry luggage with just one hand or even to manage "NOT TO" hurt myself in the public places. Simple tasks such as picking up the dinner plate all by myself are a pain with only my left hand at work.

This whole accident also made me see how people are not sensitive even on professional front. If you won't do it, someone else will - that is the mantra everyone follows.

It is sad that in the race of earning more revenues and all, we end up being insensitive to the people who are responsible for the growth of our business.

No calls from work at all, to ask if I am alive or not.

Worst of all is, people from work who pretended to be considerate otherwise, turned their backs. That is ridiculous, coz it is professional courtesy to call up people you work with.Isn't it? I am highly disappointed with it and let me tell you such an attitude has only one repercussion, the people who passionately worked for the business, take a step back and just do what is required and stop going that extra mile.

I think when someone says there are "Professional", they should really understand what that means, being ruthless or cold is not professional.

I donno how do we categorize such people.. but the whole point is, if a business does not respect the people that helps it in its growth, it cannot survive for long.

That is just my opinion though. I believe in that. 

Baaki Chennai is too much of "Ghich Ghich Chip Chip"...but I live next to a beach and trust me, after all the shit I have been through in past one month, this one is a nice break where I have just me for company, I talk to the sea, the birds and sometimes to the beautiful starry sky..

Thank you, God. I needed this, may be. Although, I still miss my friends and wonder if they miss me too :)

Mast raho, Dilchasp raho!!

 

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Pressure-cooker foot gaya.. BOOOOOOOOM!! :P

So, July 18 2012 is done with. There was a pressure cooker blast while I was cooking and almost everyone I met after that tells me that I am lucky to have survived with just my right-hand badly injured. People die in such accidents or get their faces or limbs disfigured for life :( That's pretty scary. Ni?

To start with, I am better. I use my left hand 100% and my right hand 50% as of now. 

Such incidents bring us closer to life, people and some realities. Like, I realized how my friends are few, how my mom loves me to death, how it is SOO important to stay fit and healthy, how it is so difficult to depend on others for basic stuff like "combing your hair" and how resilient I am as a person.

Surprisingly, I also realized that I have quite a threshold for pain. While my mom was screaming and crying at the top of her voice when this accident happened, I was just too calm even in pain, trying to calm her down. 

Such a shock it was, the whole food over me.. hot..and our whole kitchen turned into a nightmare.. Tubelights were burst, crockery broken, stove broken, Chimney fell on my head. hehehe!! Now, when I look at all this, I feel so funny. 

What a trouble-magnet I am...but then, people of my house should thank me for getting EVERYTHING new in the kitchen..I am still sad that I did not KILL Dad's 1950s mixer-grinder in this accident :P

Sigh!! no matter how much I joke about it.. it was a horrific thing..and I really pray that something like this never happens to ANYONE. 

Oh! I forgot to mention the interesting visitors I got. Most of my relatives came up with -- "Haaye! kudi ka mooh teh ni jalyaa? Vyaah kiddaan hoyeha aida?" :P - -Lemme translate, my relatives were more concerned about how will they marry me off if I burnt my face n all. Amazing people.

BTW, I have a funny and cute doctor to tend to me. He is such a positive influence. I still have bandages ON..but I am optimistic.

Thanks to ALL of you for sending across your wishes and yep! one day at a time, I am getting better.

Much love.. 

Mast raho, Dilchasp Raho.. 

Footey kittey bhi pressure cooker, Tum Dhinchakk raho! :P

I also know now that Every near-death experience instills a lil more life into me.

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