Balding and ageing, it approaches its horrendous end!!

"One gray hair and I panicked with fear. The other day I looked into the mirror and freaked out when I found out that, I am balding. I immediately fixed an appointment with my dermatologist, and there he was at my rescue!!
Hair loss and other signs of ageing are nothing less than a nightmare, a freaky nightmare for me."

These words from a friend of mine reminded me of the sphere we live in when I was travelling from one part of Bangalore to another, and found that Bangalore is no more the same old place with its lush greenery, and cool breeze all round the year. Now it is more like a head which is suffering severe hair loss and is ageing with diseases like asthma, bronchitis and pneumonia. The heat is making this sphere, perspire and boil like an egg.

The saddest part is that we don’t have any improved medicine or treatment to cure it from these ailments, hence we witness the gradual and slow death of earth, and we can see it nearing its end with eyes filled with tears.

There are not many well equipped dermatologists or doctors I can see who are willingly ready to save our dear planet.
If we all try to be a dermatologist ourselves and try growing trees and take other necessary measures for this spheroid of ours, I think we will be able to bring it back to its health and shape once again.

Cultural vista of someone ordinary…

11th of Feb., I was in the bus on my way back home... this is when I overheard a couple talk just behind me... 'chello, I am scared, heard about people creating disturbances because of youngsters celebrating Valentines day, they say couples holding hands in public is not in our culture n stuff like that’.

This incident made me think about the chapter of post colonialism, I was studying in literature class, the other day, which spoke about the effects of colonialism in India, about mimicry, how the so called lower class people (the periphery) tried to imitate them who were at power (the center), only so that they could claim themselves as one among the colonizers (people at power), and hegemony (control by consent) how our people allowed them (the center – colonizers) to control us themselves.
It’s a bit confusing, the question that may arise now is, what is the link between these two things, Valentines Day and post colonialism.

Valentines day may not be our culture, holding hands, smooching in public places, gay marriage may not be our culture. But then has anyone tried to question, what exactly is our culture?? The Indian culture?? The answer is ‘NO’ we don’t have the time to think about it.
What would you think about the khajuraho temples, kamasutra, and kaamdev then? These are also a part of our culture, of our heritage, which we proudly showcase to the tourists.

India was invaded by various cultures, and Indian culture is a mixture of them all, namely Persians, greeks, turks, afghans, mughals, british, portugals etc…India has absorbed a lot from all the cultures and now stands as India with opens arms to absorb more, this is one reason, it is India (Hindustan) and not any other country and hence we say there is Unity in Diversity here. (Though only in text books now) but no matter what, it is a fact.

After all it is not reasonable to fight for adulteration in juice (it is already adulterated and hence it is what it is (juice)

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You may agree or disagree… I am open to feedbacks and criticism

Footpaths - more like dungeons covered with flights of ash.

10th of Jan, San walked on the streets of chickpet, along with her buddy Rohan.
San, a chatterbox since birth, blabbered to her delight, Rohan as usual amused and baffled at her tendency to bluff but at the end entertained, he was so much into San that he did not noticed that he was walking on the flights of ash which covered the dungeons.

He tossed n fell into it n broke both his legs... San in her own created world realized this after some five minutes…that she was talking to herself, as Rohan was left behind, somewhere… She ran back in search of her mate… as her eyes searched him they got filled with tears… for a moment her heart sank… was deaf but heard only one voice calling out the words ‘ San I am stuck here help me, it hurts, turn back I am here’
And the story ends in the Hospital…
Feels more like a fantasy or a fairy tale isn’t it?? But this is the reality of Indian footpaths, these kind of accidents do occur in real life too… pedestrians have no place on the roads… they have two choices… either walk over the dungeons, or on the roads with moving vehicles. Both are dangerous but they are left with no choice…

If you walk on the roads, the police say… walk on the footpaths. And the footpaths are either broken slabs of stones covering the drains below, where u are scared, if your phone goes into it... you will never get it back, so you hold it tight. Where you step on to a slab and it shakes and tremors under your feet, like an earthquake and your heart skips a beat, or the footpath is the favorite place for the hawkers and vendors where you hang around with friends and family to enjoy panipuri, Golgappa or fuchkas…

The question is where will the pedestrians go?? They think it is better to walk on the roads with speeding vehicles, rather than walking and falling into the gutter below.

It is more like… where ever you step, death awaits..

This is a problem, which should be given a second thought by our representatives, adults may suffer injuries but children and senior citizens are at high risk.