Dissection Of Conscience - A Doctor's Diary: June 2011

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

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To be "trashed"

★The following set of lines can be viewed as a transcript of an informal correspondence through a couple of emails, sent and shared through the website of a particular batch of doctors who graduated from the same medical college.
★ The first mail, not elaborated here, was by one of the doctors -- a cool comic set of statements in mood of purely jocular jest reflecting upon a realisation of how one can gauge how much one has aged over the years.
★ This mail is the reply from another doctor sent to the same forum to be shared freely.
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★From: dr.arijit mukherjee
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★Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2011 07:43:52
★To:Natmedicos87<natmedicos_87@yahoogroups.com>;
★Sender:<natmedicos_87@yahoogroups.com>
★Reply To : <natmedicos_87@yahoogroups.com>
★Subject:[natmedicos_87] Fw: 30 things that will make you feel you are old !! ]] ★
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Yep. There's no denying the underlining statement.

In that context, one which can perceived to pose as a threat of having a haunting potential, some other changes around melodies of one's choice are noticeable, and might point out that one is truly ageing and not growing up anymore (even if someone still has a suppressed desire to think so -- better kept as suppressed, because if not, one can be charged with blasphemy)

The order in which one's choices were placed in the list of favourite songs has changed. No comments and sincere apologies if such a list, if present at all, itself has disappeared forever, for anybody.

The songs that used to be/still are hummed under the shower or on the commode have changed. No comments if the exercise has become extinct, for somebody. The exercise of humming I mean.

The songs that used to errupt free, willing to be hummed when one used to suddenly discover himself to be alone at home for a considerable period of time, have changed. Sincere apologies if the institution of the same 'home' has ceased to exist, for somebody.

The commonest tunes that used to be whistled in the most uninhibited fashion during one's personal set of morning rituals on a daily basis around the act of shaving (specifically : cheeks, above the Adam's apple, chin, and around the mouth) and particularly during auto-reflection in the mirror about the cleanliness of the process, has changed. No intent to disregard a possible situation where one has forgotten how to whistle. And sincere apologies to be out of context altogether for the fairer group of sexes of our species.

The tunes, from a nowhereland far away, from a far away radio with the worst acoustic attributes, that used to haunt one, inducing transient lacrimation without any organic cause, and make him stop right there, no matter where and which circumstance, have changed too. No malice for one who finds out that there is no time for such idiopathic episodes of lacrimation.

For me, that radio far away with horrible acoustics finds no context or relevance anymore, and has bowed out to give in to 24 channel ultra-stereophonic digital melody synthesisers which is a puppet in my hand because I have an electronic control over it remotely, without batting an eyelid.

That in effect, the yearning to cover the entire distance to Nowhere someday, the earnestness to locate that archetypal radio with questionable acoustic quality, have ceased to exist . It has become irrelevant in the backdrop of surroundings which had to accommodate changes that were absolutely imperative.

Now where am I? ... Need some time to figure the figurative out.
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decl -- 'these words are not mine but written by a heart long deceased, that was wounded to a permanent standstill by a flurry of existentialist questions.'
--- Anirban™ (that used to be)
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decl -- " All this data above have been processed and computed by my Avatar who does all the dirty job for me in the real world. As for me, I don't think I exist any longer anywhere. I was edged out by my avatar Frankie in our competitive bids to survive in a world that justifies to find justice in survival of the fittest. The words you are reading have been ghost-written, written by a ghost I mean."
---- This is an auto-refreshing message.

Freakingly yours,
-- Anirban© (To 'Be')
-- Anirban® (Not to 'Be')

* NB : There seems to be an ambiguity here. (metaphysical±monistic/dualistic±wave/particle. You figure it )

*PS : By the way, do you believe in ghosts?..
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Consultant Physician (special interest in
Cardiology&Critical Care)
Mumbai, India
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"It is important to just listen for a while instead of speaking." -- My teacher
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Sunday, June 26, 2011

Unto Sunset ...

As everything came crashing down,
My face slamming the stony earth hard..
I felt I was flying towards a sunset,
Like a lost and hunted bird,

Moments of silence, and I opened my eyes,
How high I had climbed up
I now realize..
Next time when I go up, I'll look down for sure...
So that I can hold on to something not unseen before..
That might break the fall..
Till I l forget to learn once again,
after losing all..

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Dr.Anirban Chaudhuri M.B.B.S
Consultant Physician (special interest in
Cardiology&Critical Care)
Mumbai, India
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"It is important to just listen for a while instead of speaking." -- My teacher
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Friday, June 24, 2011

Kings Conquered by Kingston

Congratulations Champions.. Well played in Jamaica, brought out a win well deserved ! Now one can feel the "champion aura" around the team...
Like the Caribbeans themselves in the early & mid - 80s . Like the Aussies under Mark Taylor in the mid & late 90s. When we beat them, we used to rejoice like mad.. But deep inside everyone knew it was a victory alright, but they are far superior.

We never came to a level where we could say -- we won! The feeling used to be -- Australia lost -- no matter how badly. We talked in India but never raised our voice against the blandness of an article of Ian Chappell or Peter Roebuck which mentioned Tendulkar's 65, or a rare spell of seam by Srinath..

What we didn't know was that an entire generation of children were getting ready in front of the TV sets, dreaming to fight like tigers on a day they would put India right at the top.

They were not afraid to be aggressive even in gully-cricket, or make those sliding saves when the ball threatened to outrun them towards the boundary line.

We asked us and each other every time India choked, in England or South Africa or New Zealand. These little gentlemen planned and discussed in their privacies what India could have done, and what they would have done if they were in the team.

They would slide their bats along the pitch cross the crease to avoid getting run-out on a snooker- green top, and put their front feet upfront in 'The zone' to drive the cherry through covers or mid-offs.
They refused to offer catching practice to a ring of seven from slip to gully.
They wanted to bowl the "smell the leather" to tail-enders, and stare at the batsmen for an extra couple of seconds after being stared back all these years..and yes, talk back!
They refused to play like gentlemen if their opponents threw courtesy to the wind.

They were proud and they wanted to win.

And the entire team did that in tandem. Sehwag smiled dismissively as he hit a Brett Lee yorker for a six right to the dressing room, as he proceeded to murder Lee and co to help himself a triple-hundred. Laxman tickled the Aussies scoring runs with supple wrists that looked like a wand conducting a symphony. Yuvraj drove Stuart Broad towards para-suicide because he was angry, and wanted to teach poor Broad a lesson the desi way.

By 2011 the team had a bench strength full of 'Mr.Cricket's. Raina, Kohli, Rohit -- who scored whenever required, fielded like tigers, and 'chucked the occasional pie' too to break ominous partnerships. We had to still heard we didn't justify occupying #No 1 for a prolonged period.

These guys are serious, thinkers, responsible, and yes winners. They don't like to lose anymore. They didn't today as well.. Kingston conquered Maan .. Amen.

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Dr.Anirban Chaudhuri M.B.B.S
Consultant Physician (special interest in
Cardiology&Critical Care)
Mumbai, India
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"It is important to just listen for a while instead of speaking." -- My teacher
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Kingston Conquered by the Kings

If I look back at afternoons 30 years back, I see us, kids touching early teens, demanding answers to questions like :
Why does the consistency of the set of Taylor -- Marsh, then Gilchrist -- Ponting - Slater -- the Waughs(any three of them always fired big time) elude the Indian team. Why doesn't Kumble turn the ball? Why doesn't Venkatesh Prasad, being 6'2" + bowl faster than the friendly 130k? We never came to a level where we could say -- we won! The feeling used to be -- Australia lost -- no matter how badly. We talked in India but never raised our voice against the blandness of an article of Ian Chappell or Peter Roebuck which mentioned Tendulkar's 65, or a rare spell of seam by Srinath..

Did we know that an entire generation of kids felt fighting like tigers in front of the TV sets. They were not afraid to be aggressive even in the gully-cricket, or make those sliding saves when the ball threatened to outrun them towards the boundary line.

We asked us and each other every time India choked, in England or South Africa or New Zealand. These little gentlemen planned and discussed what India could have done, and what they would have done if they were in the team. They would slide their bats along the pitch cross the crease, and put their front feet upfront in 'The zone' to drive the cherry through covers or mid-offs. They refused to offer catching practice to a ring of seven from slip to gully. They wanted to bowl the "smell the leather" to tail-enders, and stare at the batsmen for an extra couple of seconds..and yes, talk back! They refused to play like gentlemen if their opponents threw courtesy to the wind.

They were proud and they wanted to win.

Through the first decade of the 3rd millenium, they got together slowly, gradually forming the 'best band'. Ganguly rubbed it on to Flintoff bare-chested, and these players looked like gladiators, fencers no more. Inch by inch the "core" was formed, and destiny gave them the leader when the team was ready. Dhoni spoke a gleefully unaccented English while talking to Greg Chapell or Tony Cozier in a post-match presentation, no Yorkshire or Yankee drawls anywhere , and with a relief, no more "well the boys, ball doin a bit" stuff! He spoke what he felt, oblivious to awesome personalities and cricket grounds.

And the entire team did that in tandem. Sehwag smiled as he hit a Brett Lee yorker for a six right to the dressing room, as he proceeded to murder Lee and co to help himself a triple-hundred. Laxman tickled the Aussies scoring runs with a supple wrists that looked like a wand conducting a symphony. Yuvraj drove Stuart Broad towards para-suicide because he was angry, and wanted to teach poor Broad a lesson the desi way.

By 2011 the team had a bench strength full of 'Mr.Cricket's. Raina, Kohli, Rohit -- who scored whenever required, fielded like tigers, and 'chucked the occasional pie' too to break ominous partnerships. We still heard we didn't justify occupying #No 1 for a prolonged period.

These guys are serious, thinkers, responsible, and yes winners. They don't like to lose anymore. They didn't today as well.. Kingston conquered Maan .. Amen.
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Dr.Anirban Chaudhuri M.B.B.S
Consultant Physician (special interest in
Cardiology&Critical Care)
Mumbai, India
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"It is important to just listen for a while instead of speaking." -- My teacher
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Thursday, June 23, 2011

NONSENSE and NONSENSIBILITY

Twenty three. Six, one one.

Last night I happened to go to and through a website (of which I am one of the first batch members, and financially non-contributing patron of its "founding fathers") after almost a year (declared as the time taken for refurnishing and refurbishment).

Perusal of a few lines, same in spirit and essence as the very idea behind forming the site, brought in some moments of relief (I rather felt them as moments of release) to an otherwise grim, dull, grey continuous sequence of 3 days.

Nonsense should be the perfect word if one was asked to qualify the literary essence of the website. All of us needed to be nonsensical in our e-interactions, without reason, logic, rationale, and last but not the least without Inhibition and Shame.

While postponing the effort to seriously discuss Nonsense 'Literature' to a latter date (there is a strong possibility of me being persecuted out of Facebook as nonsense nut, and on grounds of eccentricity to the point of extreme lunacy), I must say that I am a permanent and diehard worshipper of nonsense literature, and have thrived on Sukumar Ray, Lewis Caroll and Walter de la Mare since learning to read.

One just can't trivialize this form to one devoid of any literary substantial content, particularly intellectual content -- I might not able to qualify or identify with the "intellectual", I can vouch for the existence of Content in one of the best and wonderful material I've grown up reading.

I must say I'm a fanatic fan of nonsense prose and rhyme. I was worried when the mail arrived declaring the year long period of refurbishment. I was worried that in today's world of chaotic, brutal, cruel, meaningless Sense, Nonsense might have gone into extinction.

Man disbelieves to believe that 'Sense' is a cerebral concept full of propriety, and balance. And man attributes to it being behind everything happening around us, thus empowering 'Sense' with pluripotentiality -- giving birth to these terms like fairness, justice, equality, righteousness, etc etc .

Yesterday evening put end to all my paranoid speculations about the very existence of Nonsense. I now know that as long as Man shall allow Sense to govern its own evolution to future times, Nonsense shall always be there. No worries.

Ending on a nonsensical note with a few regular stuff from Answer.com:

• Will googling Google really break the Internet?

• Can you swim in lava with a fireproof suit?

• How many paper clips are stolen from a workplace per day?

• Why isn't the number eleven pronounced onety-one?

• Can vegetarians eat animal crackers?

You can ignore it, choose not to get it into your system. But Nonsense is here to stay.

----- the faceless Indian
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Dr.Anirban Chaudhuri M.B.B.S
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Cardiology&Critical Care)
Mumbai, India
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"It is important to just listen for a while instead of speaking." -- My teacher
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NONSENSE and NONSENSIBILITY

Twenty three. Six, one one.

Ending on a nonsensical note with a few regular stuff from Answer.com:

• Will googling Google really break the Internet?

• Can you swim in lava with a fireproof suit?

• How many paper clips are stolen from a workplace per day?

• Why isn't the number eleven pronounced onety-one?

• Can vegetarians eat animal crackers?

You can ignore it, choose not to get it into your system. But Nonsense is here to stay.

MINORITY (56%) APPEASEMENT

Heard on a TV news channel today evening that the Kashmiri embarrassment called Janab Mirwaiz is going to travel to a conference of OIC - Organization of Islamic Conference, on an Indian passport, as a representative of "Indian Occupied Kashmir" , an official member of OIC, with 56 other countries.

And we let it happen! Congratulations India -- the epitome of religious tolerance.

The only reason why India has failed to solve the issue of Kashmir with Pakistan is not lack of political oversight, or poorly conceived diplomatic measures. The reason why India, during the Kargil insurgence -- should not called a War) did not carry its operations to its logical end (whatever the effect might have been on and in our neighbouring countries,or in the United Nations Forum) is not political complexities that would have gone on to being complications.

It is Cowardice, in the interest of those in power with vested interests. The reason is the religion of Pakistan is Islam -- Or the distorted perception it has been allowed to converted to be into over the decades., and instead of denouncing the evil perpetrated in the name of Islam, and making Muslim citizens more responsible as followers of Islamic Faith, being citizens of secular India , it doesn't have the courage to do so, and tries to keep Indian Muslims "happy".

France can ban the 'Burkha', there are 50 examples, but Hindustan find themselves shaking in their knees. I wonder which generation of us will have the guts to stand up, call a spade a spade, and should ban any religion( or part of its contents)to end this melodrama of shamelessness..

It's not political inefficiency that present the woodheads as not even knowing, or pretending not to, that a true Indian irrespective of religion will always support and appreciate a Correct decision to be followed up with.

Why can't we (Indians, who put nation much much ahead of religion)be vocal publicly? why don't we say aloud for everybody to hear that : if a Muslim is disturbed or feels threatened in India as a Muslim, he is free to Leave the country. If he doesn't, he should be thrown out (what India has never done -- all this while since Nehru and his descendants -- despite having the privilege to govern the country for more than 45 years of the 63 , post-Independence, for Muslim votes!

If the 'rogue' percentage is 3% of the Muslim population , throw them out. If the percentage is 95%, throw them out. Why ponder, theorize, dissect, analyze, have talks, back down over a problem that is Not India's, despite it being a problem of whatever religion, and hurt sentiments?

India is a secular country. If a religion is preached at over 1000 decibels through loudspeakers, 5 times a day that there is only one god, and non-followers are 'kuffers', the loudspeakers should be dismantled, the 'congregation should be broken, WITHOUT HESITATION, and being scared of humanists and NGOs throwing rulebooks and religious texts. The Indian Constitution should be thrown back at their faces, and asked to leave. Fascism? If Indianism is fascism, no problem..
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Dr.Anirban Chaudhuri M.B.B.S
Consultant Physician (special interest in
Cardiology&Critical Care)
Mumbai, India
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"It is important to just listen for a while instead of speaking." -- My teacher
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Monday, June 20, 2011

THE EMINENT THAT SHALL FOLLOW.ANOTHER LESSON.

THE EMINENT THAT SHALL FOLLOW.
ANOTHER LESSON.

From: "Dr.Anirban Chaudhuri" <dranirbanchaudhuri@gmail.com>

Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2011 13:27:09 +0000

To: Reply to Comment<g+40zynda000000s37hzv02rxz2mpwm3i00001fo3ly391t746@groups.facebook.com>

ReplyTo: dranirbanchaudhuri@gmail.com

Subject: Re: [KOLKATA UNPLUGGED] Oh no, Mother!

@Suman B

I try to be impartial as much as I percieve, and I must admit I fully agree with you in my heart, NOW that you are telling me the TRUTH. I wish it was all a lie.
That's unfortunate and actually heart-breaking -- shock for me. I learnt something today, and came to know about yet another contradiction of life, in the 42nd year of my life. Being on a pedestal, and using that height and respect, impart Responsibility.

Here I perhaps shall go a step further than you (or what you know but not said for propriety's sake, on both individual and social levels). Yes it is human to be fallible, and once that happens, certain sets of corrigendum need to corrected. The more authority and trust one develops, the scope to commit errors becomes narrower -- the person definitely can argue on the basis of being Humane (and the 'holier-than-thou' clichés), and he should be answered and corrected on the basis of Humanity,
--- if my mistake affects me inside my home, I need to be corrected. But if the same action affects 10,000 families and 40,000 people, i need to be corrected much more strictly because my position of authority has given me greater responsibilities, and I should be conscious and cautious too.

Culpability of one single action changes with circumstances, and needs a completely differently perspective to be dealt with. It is not the action, but its effect that should be considered if one proceeds to qualify the action, and quantify the factor of culpability.

At the moment something deep inside has taken a 180 degree spin. and I'm trying to deal with it. And since you have pointed out one of the best kept secrets, it is my responsibility to change the perspectives of other people who are heart- broken. It's all about our common religion -- Humanity, and I shall see to it that my 2 year old daughter grows up knowing the Truth. And that lies not in my mail, it lies in your answer.

Regards, (and willing to be corrected any time and every time, as being the commonest of the commoners assumes a responsibility too)

Thank you.

From: "Suman Bhowmik" <notification+i33imkim@facebookmail.com>

Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2011 04:49:27 -0700

To: KOLKATA UNPLUGGED<kolkataclassic@groups.facebook.com>

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Subject: Re: [KOLKATA UNPLUGGED] Oh no, Mother!

Suman Bhowmik commented on Raja Mitra's post in KOLKATA UNPLUGGED.

Suman Bhowmik

5:19pm Jun 20

doc, what you say is part truth. what you do not, maybe because you did not work with her closely enough, is that to be so taken care of by her or her team, every leper, poor or sick needed to convert first. to accept that jesus was his / her lord. to push in a conversion agenda on those hapless beings was not only to say my god is better than yours (which is a whole load of crap by any yardstick) but also making profit out of human misery. that is despicable in normal, fallible humans. in one who is claimed to be a saint (obviously for pushing a church agenda of increasing flocks of poor lambs) it is a crime beyond pardon!! so while you have every right to believe in the godliness of agnes, the many others who have happened to have worked closely with the moc and are aware of these issues, have an equal, if not stronger right to differ. in every case its an individual opinion and the citizenship of this country has little to do with it. and finally, erudite as you always are & sentimental as you now are, the fact remains that the argument over agnes is often a one of facts versus public image (created by a biased western media, followed by a me-too indian media and gobbled up by a lot ignorant indians - i would venture so much as to say mostly bengalis, the other provinces largely keeping a straight mind - that love hero worship in some form or another). your note therefore makes you as much part of the reality show as everyone else you see `salivating for bread.' ;-)).

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Anirban Chaudhuri

12:37pm Jun 20

This is bloody outrageous. Both the author and the reader seem to bo psychopaths, and in my opinion, criticizing just for the sake if criticizing.

And even if She's done everything for money or popularity, LET IT BE. We have seen enough of the humanoid sub-species- the 'His/Her Holiness, His Holy Scrupules ('Scriptures' for a group with a lot of common things), His Face and The Intent that lies behind, and The Holy Halo. We know our level of 'Vedic Tolerance', and how much we can take without making a single sound,(at least the Vocal type)...

Let's not bother about efforts at posthumous epitomisation of those who, we (some of us) believe and preach, might have had Hell to be the possible destination of their post-mortem soulless journey.

I have seen Sister Teresa cleaning faeces ('shit' oops!-- 'Crap' for the urbane and the metropolitan), vomittus ('Puke' for the same demographic segment) , pus, infected blood & a range of discharges from a range of human orifices (of which many of us wouldn't be able to tolerate the stench, let alone touch) with a compassionate smile, with a Prayer, and with words of Comfort that make us believe.
So, for all the commandeering and wangles, the dubious tyranny of those she knew, and the possible 'blood donations' she might have managed (according to this personified encyclopedia that reports about the ostentations), I, as an Indian, shall continue to respect the Mother if I truly believe that she might saved and shaped the life of even only One sick leper child, of a much lesser god.
We silently celebrate brutal deaths, rapes, assassinations with consummate ease over our morning coffee. Let's tolerate an eventual birth, born out of destiny's folly. Say what -- we could even politicise this blasphemous act to take over the parliament? ? I see hungry faces.. Okay..I don't know what's cooking in Hitchen's Kitchen so I throw this piece of bread into the crowd called You. Watching this Reality Show is a salivating prospect..

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Raja Mitra

6:06am Jun 20

Oh no, Mother!

I was reminded of Sister Agnes (aka Mother Teresa) once again on coming
across the following lines in Christopher Hitchens' review of Joseph
Lelyveld's book on Gandhi.

"When Mother Teresa—another denizen of that unworldly India of redemption by
self-abnegation—had her audience with Pope Paul VI, she reportedly took a
bus to the Vatican and wore only her everyday sari and sandals. I wrote at
the time that, if true, this was not modesty but ostentation."

This of course is greatly at variance with her usual practice of
commandeering Calcutta Corporation ambulances regularly during the 60s & 70s
and travelling around in them for free with her acolyte nuns.

Given that Kolkata's favourite nun used to wangle first-class tickets for
free from airlines managers (' in God's name, for God's work' ) and jet
around all over the globe meeting dubious tyrants & established embezzlers
among others from whom she managed to get many millions of 'donations' which
were subsequently never ever accounted for and get treated at some very good
and expensive hospitals all over the world whenever she was unwell. this was
indeed an ostentatious act, if not a downright hypocritical one. You can
read more details about her duplicity by going through Dr. Aroup
Chatterjee's written deposition to the Vatican about her
http://www.facebook.com/l/6d4aaPiqPNZoeOQmS-OeUXlJUpw/www.deeshaa.org/deposition-mother-of-all-myths/ or from this article
http://www.facebook.com/l/6d4aaonWVcIX2LF3Iou64hsbHhA/www.deeshaa.org/906/ by the veteran journalist & erstwhile editor of
The Statesman Sunanda K. Datta-Ray published in The Australian over a decade
ago (both reproduced by Dr. Atanu Dey in his blog).

Hitchens who is the author of an interesting book on Mother Teresa entitled
" The Missionary Position : Mother Teresa in Theory & Practice" (Detailed
excerpts from this book can be read at Google Books here Mother Teresa -
Christopher Hitchens from Google
Books< http://www.facebook.com/l/6d4aaYivA_iXR49E04eMkDvRdfA/books.google.com/books?id=PTgJIjK67rEC&lpg=PP1&pg=PA19%23v%3Donepage&q&f=false>)
had this to say subsequently when the Vatican decided to beatify her.
http://www.facebook.com/l/6d4aav1gwamHXyIS8kd3lW9LeFw/www.slate.com/id/2090083/

Undaunted by all this of course Kolkata now has a Metro station named after
her. And the unqualified, unthinking adulation is all set to continue.

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THE EMINENT THAT SHALL FOLLOW.
ANOTHER LESSON.

From: "Anirban Chaudhuri" <notification+i33imkim@facebookmail.com>

Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2011 06:27:15 -0700

To: KOLKATA UNPLUGGED<kolkataclassic@groups.facebook.com>

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Subject: Re: [KOLKATA UNPLUGGED] Oh no, Mother!

Anirban Chaudhuri commented on Raja Mitra's post in KOLKATA UNPLUGGED.

Anirban Chaudhuri

6:57pm Jun 20

Comment History

Suman Bhowmik

5:19pm Jun 20

Anirban Chaudhuri

12:37pm Jun 20

Original Post

Raja Mitra

6:06am Jun 20

Oh no, Mother!

I was reminded of Sister Agnes (aka Mother Teresa) once again on coming
across the following lines in Christopher Hitchens' review of Joseph
Lelyveld's book on Gandhi.

"When Mother Teresa—another denizen of that unworldly India of redemption by
self-abnegation—had her audience with Pope Paul VI, she reportedly took a
bus to the Vatican and wore only her everyday sari and sandals. I wrote at
the time that, if true, this was not modesty but ostentation."

This of course is greatly at variance with her usual practice of
commandeering Calcutta Corporation ambulances regularly during the 60s & 70s
and travelling around in them for free with her acolyte nuns.

Given that Kolkata's favourite nun used to wangle first-class tickets for
free from airlines managers (' in God's name, for God's work' ) and jet
around all over the globe meeting dubious tyrants & established embezzlers
among others from whom she managed to get many millions of 'donations' which
were subsequently never ever accounted for and get treated at some very good
and expensive hospitals all over the world whenever she was unwell. this was
indeed an ostentatious act, if not a downright hypocritical one. You can
read more details about her duplicity by going through Dr. Aroup
Chatterjee's written deposition to the Vatican about her
http://www.facebook.com/l/6d4aaAnnvTdoi9KkCPC54b_sw4g/www.deeshaa.org/deposition-mother-of-all-myths/ or from this article
http://www.facebook.com/l/6d4aa2CByVywEhzXw75B1vEfOlA/www.deeshaa.org/906/ by the veteran journalist & erstwhile editor of
The Statesman Sunanda K. Datta-Ray published in The Australian over a decade
ago (both reproduced by Dr. Atanu Dey in his blog).

Hitchens who is the author of an interesting book on Mother Teresa entitled
" The Missionary Position : Mother Teresa in Theory & Practice" (Detailed
excerpts from this book can be read at Google Books here Mother Teresa -
Christopher Hitchens from Google
Books< http://www.facebook.com/l/6d4aaUv88Q2wTSwu5Y4ktvzSn5g/books.google.com/books?id=PTgJIjK67rEC&lpg=PP1&pg=PA19%23v%3Donepage&q&f=false>)
had this to say subsequently when the Vatican decided to beatify her.
http://www.facebook.com/l/6d4aav3Qj4EWr0UqSCuTropSuoQ/www.slate.com/id/2090083/

Undaunted by all this of course Kolkata now has a Metro station named after
her. And the unqualified, unthinking adulation is all set to continue.

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HITCHEN's KITCHEN

[[ Christopher Hitchens who is the author of an interesting book on Mother Teresa entitled " The Missionary Position : Mother Teresa in Theory & Practice" (Detailed
excerpts from this book can be read at Google Books here Mother Teresa -
Christopher Hitchens from Google
Books < http://www.facebook.com/l/6d4aa34vqn8fLhHn73taqB6PqXw/books.google.com/books?id=PTgJIjK67rEC&lpg=PP1&pg=PA19%23v%3Donepage&q&f=false>)
had this to say subsequently when the Vatican decided to beatify her.
http://www.facebook.com/l/6d4aaGuR2gFy2oTYQQv78xqQNmQ/www.slate.com/id/2090083/ ]]

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This is bloody outrageous. Both the author and the reader seem to b psychopaths, and in my opinion, criticizing because there might an itch or a "Hitch" active somewhere, just for the sake of criticizing.

And even if She's done everything for money or popularity, LET IT BE. We have seen enough of the humanoid sub-species- the 'His/Her Holiness, His Holy Scrupules ('Scriptures' for a group with a lot of common things), His Face and The Intent that lies behind, and The Holy Halo. We know our level of 'Vedic Tolerance', and how much we can take without making a single sound,(at least the Vocal type)...

Let's not bother about efforts at posthumous epitomisation of those who, we (some of us) believe and preach, might have had Hell to be the possible destination of their post-mortem soulless journey.

I have seen Sister Teresa cleaning faeces ('shit' oops!-- 'Crap' for the urbane and the metropolitan), vomitus ('Puke' for the same demographic segment) , pus, infected blood & a range of discharges from a range of human orifices (of which many of us wouldn't be able to tolerate the stench, let alone touch) with a compassionate smile, with a Prayer, and with words of Comfort that make us believe.

So, for all the commandeering and wangles, the dubious tyranny of those she knew, and the possible 'blood donations' she might have managed (according to this personified encyclopedia that reports about the ostentations), I, as an Indian, shall continue to respect the Mother if I truly believe that she might saved and shaped the life of even only One sick leper child, of a much lesser god.

We silently celebrate brutal deaths, rapes, assassinations with consummate ease over our morning coffee. Let's tolerate an eventual birth, born out of destiny's folly. Say what -- we could even politicise this blasphemous act to take over the parliament? ? I see hungry faces.. Okay..I don't know what's cooking in Hitchen's Kitchen so I throw this piece of bread into the crowd called You. Watching this Reality Show is a salivating prospect..

--- the faceless Indian

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Sunday, June 12, 2011

Respite

No respite
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BLIGHTY! OUR EXPENSIVE ALMIGHTY

It has been very easy to observe and identify a common trend in the poltical developments in countries of the Middle East and North Africa. And the common Indian is almost compelled to think about it, and try to put it in perspective against the backdrop of India's socio-political status and going upstream to search for relevant issues in the stream of time.

While he might be ridiculed for wasting valuable time to pose as a " socio-political commentator", when he is gasping for breath nose deep in slime. Both hands are full, carrying a handful of brittle plans to defend against the after-shocks of the latest trend of Corruption. His knees shake observing De-spiritualization of India's saffron essence -- the holy brigade casting aside its potentially marketable halo, and jumping into the band-wagon carrying every possible pair of chalk and cheese. Its destination, if at all, is unknown, though as a hardened Indian I feel the toy-train is actually running on a looping track. At night he looks in Wikileaks for bedtime stories to read out to children.

Yet, attention is drawn westwards because some of these have been revolutions, that gained ground by participation of the electronic audio-visual media, and the rapid, undistorted spread of informations about ground reality to every corner of our global village. In a time less than never before, his story-telling may be interrupted by the rain of ash because volcanoes in Tunisia, Egypt, Yemen, Libya, Jordan have erupted big time, and have been spewing molten venom over the last few months.

A Trial in Chicago is breaking the hearts of both the heartless and the broken-hearted. As a result the ghost of 26/11,( or rather the ghastly prospect of the ghost of the guilty in 26/11 getting away unpunished) refuses to go away.

Jehadis are all over the place -- Al Quaida, Lashkar-e-Toiba, Jamaat-Ud-Dawah, Hizbul Mujaheedins, Indian Mujaheedins - genocidal suicide missions seem to be never-ending, (well the prospect of Sublime Biryani and 70 ethereal virgin belles have definitely made its point).

Looking through all these creates a question : why is these barbarians continuing to take up arms, fight and bleed? What is the stake? What is the Core which should be neutralized, around which these bearded mercenaries continue to thump feet in their war-dance.

All eyes are on Pakistan -- host to all sorts of homicidal psychopaths as they continue to plot and plan, interacting with "rogue elements" , former army officers and ex-ISI, who are coming up as killing coaches to deliver human bombs in hundreds every day. Of course the country is bleeding because of its self-made mess.
Diplomatic and Military exercises are in full swing to get the better of these bearded two-legged man-eaters.

I guess it will never be possible because the targets of drone-attacks and Navy Seals intruding under the cover darkness do not make the Core.
The terrorist psyche has to be re-oriented. He must realize the futility of the 'spoils' of Holy War. And here is where Religion comes in, the uncomfortable issue lies in everybody's mind too sensitive to be debated upon, possibly to even confront.

And who is the ultimate instigator of not only the Mumbai terror attack, but all the jehadi attacks, not to mention the more direct wars that India has had to fight against an implacable foe?

No, it's not Pakistan. While this country is the apparent cause for all the bloodshed, it is not the ultimate cause. The ultimate cause of all this wasteful, mindless violence, the ultimate cause behind the very creation of Pakistan itself is Religion -- in other words, God. Or rather, the human perception of this Myth of Divinity. Let the perception stay -- only thing it has to proper and correct.

Religion has wrecked havoc in India too. Or rather religious intolerance is the issue. The demolition of the Babri Masjid -is also, and even more obviously,a manifestation of theo-politics, the lethally vengeful politics of God.
It is not geo-politics but theo-politics which has been responsible for brutal hostilities.

Today everybody is playing theo-politics. And in doing so, we are all, willy-nilly, becoming pawns of the very game that we think we are playing. It is not just Kasab, and the Taliban, and the Al-Qaeda, and Pakistan's ISI, which both exploit, and are, in inevitable turn, exploited by theo-politics. We, in our own India, are also increasingly held to ransom by the politics of religion, the viciously perverted sectarianism of a God with a schizophrenic, split psyche, divided along the razor-edge fault-lines of Hinduism, Islam, Christianity, Judaism, Sikhism, Buddhism, and all the 'isms' that man has invented to hide from heaven's eyes while he creates hell on earth.

It is not just the Taliban. It's Indian qualitative reverse image too, the Sangh-Parivar, is the practitioner and unwilling dupe of theo-politics, equally complicit, equally the propagator as well as the victim of the politics of the religion of a divisive God. The massive price that human civilisation as a whole (not individual societies, communities or races) has incurred in the name of Religion and a highly condemnable God who encourages genocide and fratricide. Religion has been twisted to accommodate the issue at hand.

Can humankind (ah that's a ironically curious word; shouldn't it be human'cruel'?) as a whole afford such a omni-savouring God any longer? Perhaps it's time for those who believe in God-of whatever colour, creed, stripe or nomenclature-to pray to Him(or Her) to turn us all into atheists, or at least agnostics. We would no longer be required to, in the name of a God, no longer believed in, by the grace of the same God, to kill each other to complete annihilation to His greater Glory, and could get on trying to deal with mundane, down-to-earth,and not up-to-heaven problems like poverty, illiteracy, disease and eco-destruction.

All of you who swear every moment of your lives by some kind of Divinity or the other,, seem to know the mind of His Schizophrenic Holiness by the back of your hands. And you are ever-ready to jump to attribute to His schizophrenic Will or to His Cause, any social phenomenon, or actions perpetrated within the civilized society, creating controversy. It is always perverse homicide or genocide, and all kinds of degradation to the deepest of the nadir, a free man/woman/child is subject to :- rape, paedophilia, pervert sexuality within a temple or a church, or child sacrifice.

However you can rest in peace, all of those believes in a God who allows vengeance
..because this will not happen, of course. The more troubled the times (and ours are very troubled indeed, what with global terror, pandemic disease, economic meltdown, greenhouse effect et al), the greater the premium that people pay to God as insurance cover.

Fear and Religion are just two sides of the same coin since prehistory. Prehistoric hominids invented the gods to appease them because storm and lightning, draught and flood, fire and ice, frightened them. And we haven't changed much. Self-invented Fear over caste, race, gender clash and exploitation still hold us to random, and provide us with spurious excuses and enough mistrust to enable us with mutual hatred to fight and kill each other.

My words would have never come into existence if you really respected religion. If you believe Religion is Truth, you should stand up to dissociate your Religion whenever crimes are committed in its name. Be it Hinduism or Islam or Buddhism or.. Etc etc.

Everytime a Hindu has sacrificed a baby girl in the name of Ram, or a Muslin has beheaded a fellow human being in the name of Allah, you have, just by your silence and cowardice, failed to condemn the evil, and most importantly failed to dissociate your Religion from these homophobic fanatics. It is you who have degraded the same religion and its holy teachings (-- those you are so religious about), into a malevolent god who doesn't seem to be the same harmless and hyper-hyped up bloke who believed in Creation of life.

At the moment, terrorism is going on rampantly again in the name of Allah, and societies who should be evolving in consciousness witnessing more respect in and towards humanity, are dragged back into its ancient perceptions when social law is replaced by Islamic law, allowing a neo-hedonism against which not a single Muslim leader has ever stood up. The factor is not Islam. It is the absence of sheer responsibilty of various religious leaders who didn't let the religion evolve and adapt to changing times.

*(I have read all the holy texts that are existent now even the Tibetan Book of the Dead, having been pushed by my interest in history, prehistoric sociology and its wonderful concomittance with anthropology
( specifically anthropo-biology & anthropo-bio-psyciology -- do these terms exist? I guess I was able to guide your attention to the intended direction..but have never found any chapter which let's these rituals to run amock )

Almost 200 years back, laws in Hindu society were sanctified by principles of Manu-Samhita. Widows are socially tortured and raped by temple priests, little girls were married off to old pervert minds to keep alight the continuity of family line (degrading Woman to a vessel to impregnate and reproduce) -- mind you, this was actively facilitated by the girl's parents because the child, according to the Holy Scriptures would face ostracization if not married off before menarche!

Freshly widowed women were drugged and thrown into burning pyres to be roasted alive so that 'feminine sanctity' of the religious institution of marriage ( this barbarian thought still exists, still continues to be perceived) would be preserved to immortality. Her cries would be lost in the din of voices coming up from a dark void so pathetically devoid of soul, who perhaps sought refuge in the high-pitched repetitions of religious incantations, when compassion and guilt threatened to fill up the dark void, persecuting any efforts of repentance. Here I say, religion was used to justify acts of such cruelty. The mourning parents sought refuge from the pain of this barbaric cruelty, in a auto-hypnotised denial, where the religious rulers (the most debauched class in the early decades of the 19th century -- yes, as recent as that) would carry out mass brain-washing in the names of heaven and hell, virtue and vice, again using the 'opium for the masses' to serve their own vested interests including acts of debauchery including sexual exploitation of the simple-minded, unsuspecting village maidens and married women ( emancipation of the soul by consummation with 'God' through his holy emissary, the priests.)

As awareness grew, and formal education was actively pursued by the youth, face of the 19th century renaissance (to be socially persecuted as the face of the renegade) guided by reformers. And they did hound out the barbarism, which had been an age-old inclusion in the socio-religious profile of communities, who carried out social repression by hiding behind pages of the holy texts. These were slowly pushed out by social reforms, (obviously the beginning was strongly attacked by Hindu fanatic zealots). It required a gigantic reformist process by men of wisdom who just didn't quit. Now barbarianism is not there officially. Hindus changed the holy texts by throwing the distorted rubbish.

Islam preaches tolerance too. I have read the Al-Sharif and Al-Hadish (it is important to know what one wishes to put subject to rationalization in context of contemporary trends. They act as milestones in the pathway along which Time guides sociological evolution to follow -- a constant continuity of the inevitable, not necessarily consistent though.) Going through the Scriptures of the Prophet, one has a distinct realization that its message is much more intolerant compared to the essence of other religions.

I would want to point out a very basic thematic truth. These Scriptures, in a way, form a code of conduct for the society of its patrons. I'm not at all qualified to qualify the philosophy of divinity of the Scriptures. Yet the Scriptures are a brilliant commentary that provides insights into sociology of those times, and brilliant literature for studying 'comparative sociology', (if I'm allowed to put it that way, with no intention to distort the language inside the Palace,... well.. as the language of Colonisation too.....)

I would not hide that my perception is of lesser Divinity, and greater Reality as a social code of conduct. A social code of conduct which was laid down to be followed almost 900 years back cannot be expected to accommodate 21st century perceptions of Right and Wrong, of Morality and yes, Relevance too. The reality is that the scholars and religious leaders didn't update the text while everything was getting updated.

Religiosity need not be updated, but organized literature on sociology demands to be updated. One can't understand why there are so few Muslim reformist voices(that can affect) when genocide is carried out, or courts allow punishments like public flogging, stoning to death, amputation of limbs. If a Muslim doesn't feel nauseated to find out that he believes in the same religious beliefs which are exploited to wage war and are glorified in front of the entire world, the impression of Islam on the Non-Muslim is perverse and cruel, nothing close to a divine consciousness who creates things.
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I am a pantheist. I am not a religious person at all. At various stages of life, my family has been embarrassed by my "paganism" in religious places, in religious circumstances.
But I will always shift to make space for Religion, that is because I respect the human being in a man, that can't depend on someone's take on religion. Such thought-process makes me reaffirm that if I were to live in a world where being religious is an absolute requirement, I would choose Humanism -- tolerant, respectful, and propagates peace.

If Islam is updated, it will be upgraded too. I am sure the world would be a better place if peaceful coexistence of religions with more humane essence.

Till then God be damned. Too many innocent lives. Too much blood. He Is mighty Expensive.

Don't get bothered by me, and you, I am sure, won't bother to bother me. I shall survive somehow. So shall you. Perhaps we could do that together?

--- the faceless Indian, just one in a crowd of a billion.

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Saturday, June 11, 2011

FAREWELL MAQBOOL FIDA HUSSAIN

As you prepare for The Journey, I feel sad that I could not bid you farewell the way I would have wanted to, on Indian soil. But I am sure you will come back home again, to be reborn and in India too, and I am sure India, by then, will have been reborn to greet you. Because you loved India as much as India loved you.

I shall be awaiting your arrival, your deep, bold and sweeping brush-strokes, and for those silent horses to run wild and free, as free as Freedom, through my heart to make me revel, smile and weep.

And there shall be Redemption on that day.

On that day Destiny will bow down to you, to your dreams and laughter so that peace, and happiness and newer dreams shall greet you and inspire you to great heights of the wisdom of Art, setting aside all the misperceptions, scorn, ridicule and fury. For Hatred's sole victim was Art, and that victimized us all.

Your art was one of the many teachers that taught me that Life still follows the same tides and webs : Good things always happen to good people, no matter What, and How, and When. It has always happened so because Life itself doesn't know the answer if Destiny asked it -- Why? I learnt why The Artist goes ahead and seeks the answer to Why, and new eras of Brilliance begin .. For that is the magic, the charm of Life and Art.

The paintings had all -- The Light and the Darkness that balances it out, of Colour and the Shade that make it high and deep ..it taught me the necessity of antithesis in Art, and how complementary antithesis of one created the other and makes its presence felt.

It is the quality of that 'Feeling' that creates an Emotion. Your art reaffirmed for me that we are all children of Nature, and every new emotion arises in Nature. I learnt for life that it is the Artist who upholds the all important Bridge, a bridge so fragile, between Nature and us.

I know now why Art is an inherent part of our entity - one can choose to believe it or ignore it, but one cannot deny it. And that is why the artist shall always be there in our society. It does not follow numbers or rules which are specific to generations. "Amount" of artists is not even remotely equal or close to that ( as close as how it is to be believed by logic).

It is so imperative that I apologise to you on behalf of all of us, those of us Indians who didn't have the courage to bother to connect to you and to stand by your side, every time you lamented in privacy that you were hurt, and you wanted to come back home and that you never thought less of India -- that you are an Indian, and you have the right to explain on what might have gone wrong that hurt certain parts of India so strongly that you were hounded out. We didn't give you the chance, and neither did we speak on your behalf to ones who were hurt.

India boasts of Tolerance. I don't think anything happened on a scale so large to make India so intolerant so that you left India forever. But on your final journey, I wish not to think of anything but bidding you audieu.

Bon Voyage

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Our Roots, our story

A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space.

He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. The men of wisdom in the ancient eras meditated to contemplate upon the Reason of Life, Behind Birth and Death. Particularly in ancient India, during the Mid-Vedic period, the sages (today one of them would have been called the Philosopher of Philosophers) showed brilliant thinking, pondering over issues beyond staying alive, fighting for territory and of course continuing to reproduce and survive.

I run the risk of being marauded by specialist-anthropologists, for that I should add that these are personal thoughts -- calculated guesses, which tend to tie up loose strings in entirity for me, and I do not formally claim them even as hypotheses. It's just sharing of ideas, as in every human being lies the instinct, in varying degrees to seek for every 'Why' that he sees around him and the knowledge that has come to him down generations.
Anthropological study of the Vedic Period reveals that even the most advanced of civilisations lived with in a society which was based upon 'ethics of tribalism'. There was no precedence for these generations in any walk of life to look back upon, so they went by instincts as a member of Nature's family (just like other species of animals)

Here i get goosebumps to imagine in this tribal background, where people were busy trying to survive, the ancient sages sought answers in the metaphysical realm.

Summarisingly, the ancient wise have left the fruit of their metaphysical pursuits, and early Spiritualism across cultures teach us that our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures.

We should understand that the absolute universality of the law of causality does not necessarily limit a person's freedom, because the law of causality not only enables him to explain the past and predict the future, but also encourages him to use his intelligence to create new causes and attain new results. Here lies the inherent beauty of Life -- its freedom imcluding epistemological freedom. This is the beauty of Nature ans the nature of Beauty. And that freedom prompts me to say that
humankind is a great possibility.

Man can evolve phenomenally or he can remain stagnant - both are possible. That is the beauty of being human.
It's upto us to choose.
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SHAME ON US

The political atmosphere is one of total anarchy. People are angry. Government has lost control of governance. Political parties are engrossed in the only they are capable of : high-pitched rhetoric, 'slamming' each other, in the most crass of ways. Educated politicians are abusing each other in debates that is being nationally televised.

While an elderly lady lies in coma, with a strong risk of quadriplegia, after being thrashed in the head and upper spine, by brute police excess over a peaceful democratic protest, the man who was leading the demonstration doesn't accept any responsibility, the truth being he was never in control the crowd.

Right Axis leaders are seeking political opportunism, making a sit-in- demonstration in Rajghat 'protesting against the murder of democracy that severely injured common people', and in the same demonstration elderly leaders are dancing (claiming it's their right to dance to patriotic songs) over Gandhiji's mausoleum with smiling faces, to claps by colleagues in nationalist vigour, and one cannot see an iota of 'mourning' and concern for whom they claim to protest -- Height of insensitivity*.

Ruling party leaders are criticizing this insensitivity in press conferences claiming that the 'dancers' have doubtful integrity of character -- Height of cheap populism*.

The man in the centre of the controversy that essentiated forceful externment by police force, is totally confused, has run out of ideas. He still hasn't decided what to do, never having shown showing any responsible foresight, yet he whipped a mass hysteria.

Tihar jail is Delhi is housing 15 top corporate bosses, ministers, bureaucrats, and money launderers -- this provides a perfect insight into India's democratic profile. Terrorists who should have lynched for attacking India and her parliament are being 'looked after' at a cost Rs.20 crores a month. Nobody knows when they shall be subjected to court's verdict.

Middle-class Indians (including many of you who are reading this mail) remain mysteriously silent. They continue to exhibit their disgusting apathy, and shall react only their spouses and children will be affected directly. Shameless cowards, they are the first in line to savour the 'fruits' that others are earning for them by strongly protesting against vested interests and corruption. Safely decorating their secure abodes with spouses and children. Amazing to see the ones who have not made a single sound in the last 2 months, despite so much of active dynamism all around. Sometimes I think these spineless cowards deserve nothing better than these politicians and bureaucrats only.
I guess these ever-compromising apathetic voices, scared to face the consequences of voicing opinions make the most shameful moral 'scam'.
All for today. Till the next episode of kicking your butts with more sarcasm. Do what you best. Eat, drink, defaecate, reproduce, and corrupt the minds of your own children.
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Tuesday, June 7, 2011

THE DREAM, THE BILL, AND THE UNHOLY

Anna Hazare Sir, my leader.

As a true leader who doesn't compromise ideals at any cost, who leads from the front, and takes the unholy and the dirty by its horns, the entire country trusts you, you have India's unconditional support. We, even those of us who have been cowards, have courage now and follow you with utmost faith. You are the hero of many a story, that of a fight that you led us into, and fought for our pride, honour and self-respect. We dream to tell the story to tell our grandchildren one day.

Let me tell you a story this time -- The true story of me which is still being written in the pages of Time, that shall end one day where Destiny will choose to do. If you've heard it, I feel you need to listen one more time.

Two months back we saw a flicker and a small silhouette. In no time, the flicker became bigger and brighter, to reveal itself before us. It was a Fire never seen before -- a fire that was burning all this time in us, it's just that we didn't know. That Fire, so eager to devour the darkness inside us and around too, burst forth with a fury that came from our hearts, and it united us in a brotherhood -- that which had silently suffered all this time.

That day we dreamed. The small silhouette was now a life size shadow for us, of a
septuagenarian who was carrying the torch with the flame. We saw you. You inspired us leading from the front, and to raise our voices and ask questions. The entire country came out into the streets and rejoiced, celebrating the fact that all of us had suffered from the same, and dreamed a common dream.

Formally speaking it was a Bill that could control and prevent Corruption. We, the common Indians, never looked upon it as a weapon easily available to the common man to destroy whatever he disliked. We didn't dream of being all-powerful fascists to misuse it arbitrarily. What we believed is that it would be the voice of every Indian that would reach the top-most echelons of power, quickly and convey strong and direct messages from us. If 'they' would refuse to listen, it would make sure it would reach those who would. And everything would be done democratically, us following laws and provisions that would be effective. We believed in our leader as you promised, who represent our voices, griefs, and protests.

Let me fast-forward events to the moment right here, and right now. It's back. The thing we suffered from so long. We were disgusted of. We dreaded. It's a mess right now. Nonsense protest by a shady spiritual leader, joined by the saffron brigade, and a mysteriously ineffective governance that dances and battles at the same time. The very people who ran for cover two months back in panic, are all over the place now like before. Disgraced jokers are back to their jesting best.

Sir, Where are We in this scene? Who is voicing Us? Who is asking how We feel and what we Want? We have never minced words in our protests, believing in each other's faith. We supported whom we saw caring for us, promising to fight for us.

And We will not mince words now too. What are our heroes doing? Are you in touch with us? Are you listening to us like before? In spite of this Ramdev disaster of an incident where everybody messed things up, what happened to the Bill?

In a bid to condemn the govt's action, you and your team boycotted the panel meeting today. Who or what is the Priority? Solidarity with Ramdev, or The Bill? I am asking so because we believe in time-bound processes that deliver. Without the time factor we have dreamed to dream for 62 long years, with leaders in every generation promising us good times, and better times.
We appreciate concern about Ramdev. We are concerned about him even if you hadn't. He created his mess himself, and he suffered. We have condemned that, our sympathies remain with him on humanitarian grounds. So have you.

I ask you, Anna Hazare Sir, is he bigger than us? Did you ask us the extent to which we, the Indian people who put their faith in you, want or can compromise our own demands to show sympathy, on humanitarian grounds, for Ramdev? Do you still know about who and what we care and how much?

I still have my faith on you, Anna Hazare Sir. But I don't do that for you to express on my behalf, my sympathy and solidarity (the tone has a suspiciously political overtone that wasn't there) with Ramdev. I hope you haven't taken me for granted or losing touch with reality, with Us.

You said today you showed protest against the govt being not serious. Yesterday you said you'll boycott 6th June meeting in protest against the way the govt has dealt with Ramdev. Can you feel my insecurity, the question and the ambiguity that's started to plague my mind which, at the moment, is not feeling very hopeful?

Questions are blowing in the wind. I hope you are hearing them

--- the faceless Indian

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THE BILL, THE FIGHT, AND THE HOLY

To
Anna Hazare Sir, my leader.

It's back. The thing we suffered from so long. We were disgusted of. We dreaded. Two months back we saw a flicker and a small silhouette. In no time, the flicker became bigger and brighter, to reveal itself before you and me. It was a Fire never seen before -- a fire, that was burning all this time ins you and me, it's just that we didn't know. The Fire, so eager to devour the darkness inside us, burst out of the darkness that ruled our hearts and heads, united us in a brotherhood -- that which had silently suffered. That day we dreamed. The small silhouette was now a life size shadow of a
septuagenarian who was carrying the torch with the flame. We saw you. You inspired us leading from the front, and inspired us to raise our voices and ask questions. The entire country came out into the streets and rejoiced, celebrating the fact that all of us had suffered from the same, and dreamed a common dream.

Formally speaking it was a Bill that could control and prevent Corruption. We, the common Indians, never looked upon it as weapon available to the common man to destroy whatever he disliked. We didn't dream about being all-powerful fascists to misuse it arbitrarily.
It would be the voice of every Indian that would reach the top-most echelons of power, quickly and convey strong and direct messages from us. If 'they' refuse to listen, it made sure it would reach those who would. And everything would be done democratically, as laws and provisions that would be effective.
We believed in our leader as you promised you would represent our voices, griefs, and protests.

Fast-forward events to the moment right here, and right now. It's a mess right now. Nonsense protest by a shady spiritual leader, joined by the saffron brigade, and a mysteriously ineffective governance that danced and battled in the same time. The very people who ran for cover two months back in panic, are all over the place now like before. Disgraced jokers are back to their jesting best.

Sir, Where are We? Who is voicing Us? Who is asking how We feel and what we Want? We have never minced words in our protests, believing in each other's faith. We supported whom we saw caring for us, promising to fight for us.

In his bid to condemn the govt's action, you and your team boycotted the panel meeting today. Who or what is the Priority? Solidarity with Ramdev, or The Bill. Ramdev created a mess himself, and he suffered. We have condemned that, our sympathies remain with him on humanitarian grounds. For you, Anna Hazare Sir, is he bigger than us? Did you ask us the extent to which we, the Indian people who put their faith in you, want or can compromise our own demands to show sympathy, on humanitarian grounds, for Ramdev? Do you still know about who and what we care and how much?

I still have my faith on you, Anna Hazare Sir. I don't do that to show my sympathy and solidarity (the tone has a suspiciously political overtone that wasn't there) with Ramdev. I hope you haven't taken me for granted or losing touch with reality, with Us.

You say today you showed protest against the govt being not serious. Yesterday you said you'll boycott 6th June meeting in protest against the way the govt has dealt with Ramdev. Can you feel my insecurity, the question and the ambiguity that's started to plague my mind which, at the moment, is not feeling very hopeful?

Questions are blowing in the wind. I hope you are hearing them

--- the faceless Indian
Sent from my BlackBerry®Smartphone
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Dr.Anirban Chaudhuri M.B.B.S
Consultant Physician (special interest in
Cardiology&Critical Care)
Mumbai, India
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"It is important to just listen for a while instead of speaking." -- My teacher
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