The Jokers of India

The Jokers of India

Going to a circus is fun, you see crazy colorful jokers, death-defying stunts, rubber band like contortionists and gymnasts and more-patient-than-humans animals. But when you go deeper it is torturous to imagine the conditions they make you laugh and entertain in. Maybe the head joker’s relative died and he is making you laugh, maybe the stunt man’s bike’s brake just went off and he is riding by god’s destiny for him, maybe the tame lion you see is a resultant of a hundred whips and a night of starvation. But all the circus-club lives up to the expectation we have from them. May what circumstances they are in, they think that you are the kings and it’s their jobs to make you laugh and forget your worries, despite the fact that they might be the most worried people in the world.

This is horrifically similar to what WE do in the Indian society. We mould OURSELVES, cut OURSELVES, and change OURSELVES for the society. Is this why we are called the modern genX who build path for themselves? A typical Indian desirable shaadi-material girl is supposed to have no previous flings, 24-35-24 body, fair milk-like skin, good height, waxed body, considers the husband her god, has fantastic education but doesn't go to work after marriage. And a typical guy needs to have a 6-digit income, muscular body, and good height, a very flexible option of facial hair, good dressing sense and good humor. Maybe this seems very stupid to you, but this is what happens so stay cool. 

Maybe we need to start caring for ourselves first and not think what others think about us. Most of the people are afraid of speaking on the stage because they are worried about what others might think. Most of us don’t voice our opinions because we are worried about others’ opinion about it. Most of us dress up to impress others. Wax our body hair to look appealing to others. Study and take degrees to impress others. Please. Stop. It is stupid. Sometimes in a bid to impress others, we become foreign to ourselves and at the end of the road we drown in guilt. Ask yourselves two questions today. If you were to date yourselves the way you honestly are, would you ever do so? And are you a circus bear to be tame for others? You know the drill. Go on and think. I hope I make a difference.

-DaYumfooDie.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love. 

Ignore

This is a very overused word-Ignore. This word brings me back quite a lot of memories. I remember when I was a kid I went to Chennai. There I was going to some place with my uncle and cousin. We were waiting for a local train at a small station. There, a lady suddenly broke out and fell down with fits of epilepsy. She was withering on the ground like a helpless fish out of water, white foam pouring out of her mouth and her saree all flying by the powerful spasms of jerks her body was making. Out of a good number of people standing there a few were ogling at the lady with disgust and all others were doing the best we can do- Ignore, even us. After a few minutes someone came and handed over a metal key to the lady and stood 500 meters away from her. The fits stopped and the lady stood up and adjusted her saree and thanked the key guy for his generosity. Even now I think we could have helped her, we also had a key, we also knew metal keys have something to do with stopping the fits, we also knew she was in trouble, but we did not help.
As kids we tend to ignore certain things, like our mom's scolding because afterall she is our mom and if she doesn't love us back then who will. So we tend to ignore the basic principle behind it. But when it comes to ignoring others mistakes, na-uh, That's not even possible.
Maybe the street dog you just ignored for the far of a dog bite was hungry from 7 days and just needed the stale sandwich you were carrying with you. Think of the new girl you just ignored, maybe she was having a stomachache and needed directions to the washroom. Think of the crying kid you saw in the market, maybe he was your distant nephew.
There are many situations in life where we tend to ignore the wrong people. Let us stop being the ignorant nincompoops we are and actually start to open our senses.
-DaYumfooDie.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.

Beauty- The travel posts.

Aah, I was on a traveling spree all these days. Here I am sitting in the Sampark Kranti, with a laptop on my lap which is nearly outta charge. Yes, I am a passenger in he Indian railways transporting from the mini India, Delhi to God's own country, Kerala and then finally to the land of dosas and idlis and Rajnikanth, Tamilnadu.
Sitting here in the train, we are being served digestable counterfeits of pongal and Upma, surrounded by a family comprising of notorious ape-human kids and I-don't-Give-a-damn parents, the wafting scent of the oh-so-famous IRCTC controlled toilets(No offence) and a frustrated,sleep-deprived and backache-ridden mother, All indicating that I am having a pretty much normal ride. Now this talk is not about the perks of the railway system because there are many people out there to speak about it and well, being the largest railway network in the world, Indian railways is doing a pretty good job.
As I  was sitting and staring out of the window, because that's what all sensible people who have nothing else to do, do.  I realised that same sceneries that once seemed boring and monotonous to me, spoke volumes for me this time (The advantages of being a writer).
As I woke up the sun rays kissed the green leaves and created a warm atmosphere. The yellow-green farms reflected the glory and handiwork of our laborious farmers, mustard and rice are my favourite. As we moved from state to state, the weather changed, so did the wind. From Madhya Pradesh to Tamilnadu, we saw the ever ranging trees and changing fruits. And as the sun set, spreading its arms wide creating an orange-purple hue and the clouds teaming together to create this fuzzy scene, it seemed awesome, scratch that- It was magical.
But you know what, it pains to think that someday this would be gone. No trees, no grass, crass hot sunlight and mobilized farms. All because of us and our goddamn pollution. We might be celebrating earth day, but mother nature needs no balloons and speeches and debates and dances. Mother nature needs care,love and action. We need to save our earth.
Let me tell you an Idea. Go and unfurl yourself in the lap of nature. Bask in its warmth and beauty. Spend time with nature and I am very sure you'll develop a protective and possessive nature over it.
-DaYumfooDie.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.
P.S.- I know the title is misleading, but we need to save our best beauty, nature anyhow :)

Appreciation.

I was walking down my old school corridor a few days back. Memories slapped my face, embraced me, and tickled me. I felt so nostalgic. But one memory that particularly rules my cerebellum is when I did all of holiday homework the first time. All the binding, drawing, imagination, coloring, sticking etc, by myself in grade 5. I submitted my homework in hopes of it being displayed in the eminent workers section. It didn't. I wasn't sad until I came to know that those home works were displayed which were made by the students' parents and trainers and not by their own hard work. It broke my heart that my hard work was not appreciated. Though, throughout the years I have been classed as the top and eminent workers of the whole school, I have learnt a lesson. Give me the opportunity to explain it to you, by my own eyes.

See the road on which you walked, it may have potholes but was made by hard toil under the sun in sweat and heat. See the house you are sitting in, it might be smaller than the Ambani’s but it is a result of a lot of expenditure and sweat. See the unfathomable structure hanging in your aunt’s room made by her daughter which looks like a rodent, it was her daughter’s first art project which she made for mother’s day with a lot of peace and love. See the Taj Mahal, it might be going yellow for now, but it is a masterpiece done by workers. See the burgers you are eating right now, they might not taste good, but they are a source of income for someone.  See the window panes in your neighbor’s home, they might not be that beautiful but they are a work of precision by the maker.
See yourself, you might not be good in your own eyes but you sure are someone’s apple of their eye and the God’s own original masterpiece, not only you but everyone around you for that matter.
Learn to appreciate the hard work and efforts put into making something rather than seeing the exterior and judging it. When you APPRECIATE the interior, life has a new depth and meaning. So go, tell others how good they are and appreciate them!
-DaYumfooDie.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.

Swap shoes!

Sitting here in my mom's hospital, in her procedure room, surrounded by her patient, a worried assistant, beta dine bottles, alcohol hand rubs, gauze pieces, tubes, pinging machines and blood filled cotton pieces, with a damn surgical mask tied to my face. I sit down to write, with the hospital's computer system. Though the only thing I can think of right now is to get out of here, I want to put myself in the position of other people...
Think of the uncle who was being pushed into the Operation theater all of a sudden, he must want to live his life more than anyone else. Think of the new doctor, who is doing his first surgery, must be nervous as hell. Think of the housekeeping staff who mops the floor with a dreamy look, must be thinking about his son who is studying MBBS and would bring pride home. Think of the old nurse who is wiping away the remains of the exchange done, it must be her last day at work and henceforth she has no source of income. Think of the anxious handsome young guy, he must be having the result of his cancer detection test today. Think of the chirpy little girl, her father just died and she has no idea. Think of the mustached sleep-deprived man, with a baby cradled in his arms, his second child is born today. Think of the running intern, he must be late for the 23rd time this month!
We think we are the only people who have life, and problems, and incidents ET AL. But it is not that. If you ever feel life is bad to you, Go on, put yourselves in another person's shoes, the size won't fit maybe but you'll eventually know that life is a vicious circle of ups and downs.
-DaYumFoodie.Laugh.Unicorns.Rainbows.Love.

Humility

Be humble. Phew! This is one lesson we are taught since the moment we gain consciousness about our being. What does actually humble mean? Because to me, the word humble brings an image of a person too terrified and dependant to be an individual and is always timidly hid behind others. Is this what our elders teach us to be? Eh, I don’t think so...

Let us reconsider the definition of humble. Humble is someone who is not bossy but respects everyone according to their ages and has manners and politeness. Sounds good? Moving on…
Why be humble? I have seen people being the boss over GOD whilst praying. I have seen people reprimanding their parents for no mistakes of theirs (consider the movie Baghban). Is it right? Of course not. One must understand the value of being humble. A humble person ultimately gains the respect of others. Don’t feel humble? Consider this. Let us think that all creation is in the palm of god. Billions of people form the planet earth. Hundreds of planets, stars, and other celestial objects form a galaxy, there are millions of galaxies. So we are millions of nanometers smaller than a speck of dust. Feeling small, eh? That’s it! If you understand that you are just a miniscule part in the whole history and universe, you’ll ultimately know what you got to do. Be humble; respect others for that’s the new cool.

P.S. - When you wake up tomorrow morning don’t forget to say a bright ‘Good Morning’ to everyone ^_^ 
-DaYumFoodie.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.

What is Love?

One fine day, someone came up to me and asked “What is Love?”

It put me to confusion; I put my thoughts to exploitation

But could not come to a conclusion         

To the meaning of love or its definition

Is love the warmth of the serene sunlight?

Is love the flowers’ fragrance or their colors bright?

Is love the gratitude to your parents when they buy you a new tank top?

Or the ecstasy of a child eating his favorite lollipop?

Is love the heaviness in your heart when your loved ones leave?

Or is it the faith in the God that we believe?

Is it the excitement of meeting your best friend after a long time?

Or the serenity while hearing a wind chimes?

Is it the satisfaction of making someone smile?

Or the desire to meet your wife even if she is away a 100 miles?

Is it the joy of a newborn clasping your finger?

Or the homeliness you feel after drinking your maa ki chai laced with ginger?

Is it seeing your child stand on its feet and walk?

Or the bliss while hearing your girl friend’s sweet little talks?

Is it the pride that comes when you see a flower in your own garden bloom?

Or the contentment you get when sitting with your better half peacefully in a room?

Love, a word, undefined, unknown

Everyone has its notion of its own

The meaning of love can never be defined

But it will always remain in each heart of every kind.