Soft Kitty by ANU

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Whistleblower…who lost the whistle!

What do you do when you chance upon an explosive piece of information that can stir things up in an already chaotic environment? Do you believe in your own luck or start questioning it…do you share it with anyone… or sit on it till the time is ripe… how do you know that the time is ripe anyways?

If you have any sense of morality, you approach the authorities and let fate/law take its own course of action…what do you do if your morality needs a crash course in counseling? Do you drown yourself in the elixir of life or rummage through tech handbooks for that button camera?

If you are yours truly, you very lamely present it to the top brass without any corroborating evidence and hope that the genius of your luck sandblasts the film of mediocrity coursing through your veins…failing which there is always the infinite digital space to rant and rave!

But what if that explosive piece explodes into nothing more than a whimper and hushed even further by watchdogs of the corrupt? Do sit back and lament how your luck has run out or how you were not smart enough to cash in or how you had no morals that your conscience didn’t even prick a teeny weeny bit?

Nah! You just move on… put everything in perspective and give in to fate! Or post an ambiguous status on Facebook? Or buy a real whistle like me?

So you think you can dance??

Why do humans dance?? This is one question which has been bothering me every time I make the mistake of watching any dance reality show or bollywood cinema or any just any party?? What is with un-coordinated hand-hip-foot-head-arm movements that turn all of us into jumping jacks?

Can’t you express your emotions some other way…how does resembling an itchy monkey make you heard? Isn’t that exactly why speech, language was developed? If you are trying to communicate with a varied bunch of equally retarded people who would prefer head-banging as a sign of “I’ve got something to discuss” or “we’ve got to talk” then please go ahead… shake that big head of your as well as your booty…see if I give a nod!

I can’t get over the myriad dancing competition that plagues our nation…be it celebs dancing or little kids masquerading as item girls or just about anybody who has an arm and a leg to shake. Its as if the collective agenda of this nation is not to eradicate poverty, corruption but to start dancing…its as if some pied piper has jammed our airways with some ultrasonic frequency perceived only by twinkle toes…unfortunately everybody seems to have their dancing shoes on … permanently.

We don’t need batti band or set kasab free campaigns, we need ‘stop dancing’ campaigns …where every body that stops shaking their booty gets an honorary membership with the central nervous system board or some shit like that.

And while we are at it, lets ban all forms of dancing …especially on festive occasions… am I being anti-social?? Have you seen people dancing during a baarat …why the hell are they dancing anyways??

If it’s a form of expression…then why isn’t it spontaneous…why does dancing have to come with its trappings of dressing up, getting drunk, getting psychedelic lights on and absolutely no space to move?? How can hundreds of humans want to express their emotions at the same time in a similar fashion?? What are they saying?? Why do people have to coordinate their moves ….why do they have to be in sync?? Didn’t we want our own individuality… are we giving that up by syncing ourselves with somebody else’s expression??

I don’t mind watching or indulging in dancing when I have something to say…how on earth can you even hear yourself think when the speakers are blasting right next to your eardrums exactly at the same time when somebody has poked their elbows in your ribs for the 7th time??

So if you really think that you should dance… please do think again!

What is Love?

Poets, Writers, filmmakers, the good for nothing guy next door to the hot co-worker in the shortest skirts have been asking this question to themselves, to God and to anybody who gives a damn.
During vella days I have also done my share of pondering over it and spent endless productive hours debating about it with various friends, colleagues, drinking buddies, bosses, family members, strangers, cute guys at random places, irritating people at even random places to no logical conclusion.
Yes it is a controversial topic and it changes from person to person, region to region, culture to culture, situation to situation, young to old, drunk to sober, you get the drift? And I’m sure that what we thought as love when we were toddlers and what we know now, transitioning through phases of kids, teenage, youth, etc the meaning as also evolved and transitioned from a mothers soothing look, to a fathers pat on the shoulder, to teachers smile, to a friends high five, to bosses handshake, etc.
Many a times, in-between these various gestures we somehow end up all confused and lost and forget the basic thing of love, of sharing of affection till suddenly somebody somehow sneaks in that gesture which leaves you wondering if you really know anything about it or if you are still fumbling your way through.
You can’t describe it your friends, you can’t explain it … it’s not creepy, not shy, not confused, not sexual, not un-sexual, not hurried....but very comforting, very friendly, very soothing, very reciprocative… something which gets a smile to your face even when you think about it.
And on World Aid’s Day I guess I have to thank Vaspy for adding that smile. No co-relation though.