Monday, March 24, 2014
nagtibba
The trek to Nagtibba is a generic easy trek if weather favours you and a slightly ardous one if you are not in favour with weather gods. That being said, a motely group of 15 started with all the right intentions from Delhi ISBT towards Dehradun at 11’O clock (night). An ice breaker stop at the BIKANO followed by a early morning tempo trip to Pantwadi saw us welcome the Saturday morning chill.
The walk from Pantwadi is a gradual climb and an easy one but with first timers it’s a slightly awkward experience as they start getting used to tightening back straps and the frequent need to sip gulps of water( of course due to dryness and the sun). We started a bit late ie around 1100 so the ‘lunch break’ was more of a snack pitstop with some rice pulao and dahi.
It took us almost 5 hours to reach the camping ground ..an undulating slope with the right angle so as to afford maximum open space without the wind chill factor.
Since most of the beginners were tired , it was an effort to pitch in the tents and make the camping grounds ready. However this was followed by a rewarding plate of piping hot pakoras and tea. As the group intermingled, the sky played host to changing weather patterns which was a uninterrupted show of myriad colors. Settling down around a quickly assembled campfire , soon the dinner was ready. Hunger mixed with tiredness gave a welcome taste to the chicken and paneer dishes that our cook Raju churned out. Water was a luxury ..and more so warm water,but nevertheless a learning expierance for all the first timers. Ankit Punia was the star of the campfire night with Aman pitching in with oneliners and the ever careful Pankaj keeping a watchful eye while regulating the routine with clockwork precision. Soon fatigue overtook us and we slipped into the cosy sleeping bags with a prayer that weather gods should continue to smile on us.
Day three started with a crispy albeit warm sun . A few bites of breakfast with great tea and we were ready to braeak camp to move towards the Nag temple followed by a onward climb. We encountered snow real early on and decided that we cant camp high up. So the porters had to be sent back to the original camping ground but not before we were presented with warm dalia for lunch. We started the climb towards Nagtibba at approximately 2 o clock(a bit late by our calculations.
Within 4PM we were in sighting distance of the peak. However the snow depth was increasing by every feet and light was beginning to fade. Around 100 meters from the peak , we had to take a call as to either continue with the climb and risk a late return or return back safely in time.
Pankaj came to our rescue with a brilliant brain wave that we should cover as much peak distance as possible till 4:30 and return back dot at 430 from wherever we have reached. Pushing on with his josh he was all around pumping in the already tired junta. And as on cue , the entire team was filled with a wild desire to reach the top. Ploughing through more than three feets of snow, the first of the guys reached well within 430 with the rear being brought up within ten minutes.This was followed by jubiliation and cheering and lots of hugging(as if we were on Everest itself). It was a team effort and somehow the team came real close at that precise moment.
A few minutes at the top was followed by a quick descent to our base camp. All along thanking the rain gods for not paying us a visit.
At the camp…warm soup awaited us as the team changed the already wet gear and freshened up. A campfire was waiting for us and the tents were already in place. A welcome sight for the weary team.
An animated campfire which included some pretty philosophical gyaan continued through out the night. The next day morning we marched down to Pantwadi followed by a dinner at Moti Mahal restaurant.. sponsored by Pankaj.With our bellies full and tired yet happy bodies, we boarded the busto ISBT Delhi.
A great trek to start the trekking season, which was elevated to a happy gathering thanks in no small part to Pankaj,Aman and Ankit.Till we meet again…!!
prevention of hurt
If one is hurt ..one should enquire as to why is he hurt? If he is hurt because of himself ..he should reconcile not to repeat it. If he thinks he is hurt because of someone else..then even its his fault. Because its he who has bestowed the right to hurt on him/her. To blame someone for your hurt is the easiest and the most erroneous thing to do. The only way to prevent is not to fight or reason with someone who has hurt you. It will only increase your dependence and multiply your chances of getting hurt again..! The best thing one can do is slowly but surely withdraw the right to hurt. Its the only logical thing to do. Its painful and not without its pit falls but its way more better than handing the hammer again to the vandaliser. If at all one chance to hurt is a mistake ..the second chance is availed only on the consent of the victim. Its better to immune oneself to hurt than to get hurt ..which basically a waste of time and not really worth the person hurting you. Its very simple...a person who hurts you repeatedly is of no value whatsoever in your life.its gangrene which must be cut away and thrown.however painful . Reasoning with gangrene is only giving it time to destroy you more. A surgical cut ..however painful saves your life and heart. In time everyone heals..but why go through repeateted masochism? ;)
Saturday, March 22, 2014
The burning pan
The hot pan on fire..
Hot with the fire below..
Hot with the fire within..
Restless..
Drops of water wont do..
drops that roll off the hot surface..
No they just wont do..
A cool breeze wont do..
it will never do..
Burning in its own heat..
seething turning and turning to charcoal..
The fire wont stop..
Its happy its burning..
Its the pan thats getting burnt..
Its the pan that feels the burn..
I am sorry
I am sorry for a lot of things . I am not sorry to something..I am just sorry for myself. And I guess I owe myself an apology..
I am sorry that I can't lie. Rather..I won't lie. Because I see no long term value in demeaning yourself in long term. I am sorry I believe in honesty for honesty sake. I am sorry I think beyond the obvious time and place. I am sorry I can't close my eyes and bow down to bullies. I am sorry I don't respect ranks and I respect minds. I am sorry I believe in lovemaking and not 'fucking'. I am sorry I get aroused as much by intellect as by shapely boobs. I am sorry I respect simplicity. I am sorry I don't hold traditions in awe. I am sorry I can't believe just because ' u say so' . I am sorry I don't think love means dependance. I am sorry I love being in love. I am sorry I can skip lunch for looking at a painting . I am sorry I get disgusted by ugly people.I am sorry I expect a system to work. I am sorry I don't see fun in harassing or cheating people. I am sorry I don't see the fun factor in pinching the bum of the girl. I am sorry I respect women.I am sorry I really dont think being unhygenic is Macho. I am sorry that I am not trying to be agreeble..
I am sorry I like stones,monuments and spaces more than living things. I am sorry I like Carl Sagan and Feynman more than Dan Brown. I am sorry I am crazy about sci-non-fiction. I am sorry I dont like garbage and am willing to do my part. I am sorry I get up to offer seats to women. I am sorry I regret offering seats to women. I am sorry I dont like loud noises, loud people ,loudness however 'well meaning' they may be. I am sorry I dont like marriages,I am sorry that I think most 'marriages' are deals of convinience. I am sorry I have lost trust in men/women (esp Indian) . I am sorry I dont like scribblings on walls of temples.I am sorry I dont like pissing on the wall. I am sorry I am not a fan of cosmetic beauty. I am sorry I love philosophy.
I am sorry I like quality and am willing to pay for it. I am sorry I cant smile if I dont feel like.
I am just so sorry to be thinking . Hope I will be forgiven..
I am sorry that I can't lie. Rather..I won't lie. Because I see no long term value in demeaning yourself in long term. I am sorry I believe in honesty for honesty sake. I am sorry I think beyond the obvious time and place. I am sorry I can't close my eyes and bow down to bullies. I am sorry I don't respect ranks and I respect minds. I am sorry I believe in lovemaking and not 'fucking'. I am sorry I get aroused as much by intellect as by shapely boobs. I am sorry I respect simplicity. I am sorry I don't hold traditions in awe. I am sorry I can't believe just because ' u say so' . I am sorry I don't think love means dependance. I am sorry I love being in love. I am sorry I can skip lunch for looking at a painting . I am sorry I get disgusted by ugly people.I am sorry I expect a system to work. I am sorry I don't see fun in harassing or cheating people. I am sorry I don't see the fun factor in pinching the bum of the girl. I am sorry I respect women.I am sorry I really dont think being unhygenic is Macho. I am sorry that I am not trying to be agreeble..
I am sorry I like stones,monuments and spaces more than living things. I am sorry I like Carl Sagan and Feynman more than Dan Brown. I am sorry I am crazy about sci-non-fiction. I am sorry I dont like garbage and am willing to do my part. I am sorry I get up to offer seats to women. I am sorry I regret offering seats to women. I am sorry I dont like loud noises, loud people ,loudness however 'well meaning' they may be. I am sorry I dont like marriages,I am sorry that I think most 'marriages' are deals of convinience. I am sorry I have lost trust in men/women (esp Indian) . I am sorry I dont like scribblings on walls of temples.I am sorry I dont like pissing on the wall. I am sorry I am not a fan of cosmetic beauty. I am sorry I love philosophy.
I am sorry I like quality and am willing to pay for it. I am sorry I cant smile if I dont feel like.
I am just so sorry to be thinking . Hope I will be forgiven..
Friday, March 21, 2014
Why do I trek?
I have been trekking for close to 10 years now. Earlier I used to trek with close coursemates and now that they have been married off..I do it with a few known acquaintainces. Recently I concluded two treks with the Bikat Adventures group...!
After the Panwali Kantha trek ..I was on way back and in the bus I couldnt get sleep. My mind on its own started searching for a reason I go on treks so passionately! I was getting a lot of answers that I thought I should write down because I feel if one can put down his thoughts on paper(in this case ,keyboard) he becomes more coherent to himself.
I trek because I at the core of my self want to be at peace. Yes, I trek to get to that zone of peace where my thoughts rebound in my head and my body breaks down with pain. There are treks (esp the Ladakhi treks) where I am almost in tears in pain while at the same time stupidly happy. I guess there is a hidden masochist in me . The level of 'shanti' (peace isnt a very apt word for 'shaanti' ..more apt is 'to be at peace') I achieve walking alone and fighting the next step in my head. That is why I prefer walking alone and not to talk ..I am struggling with my thoughts, my stories, my peace. It sounds rude to my fellow travellers(sorry for that) but I dont want company. At most I plug in my ipod and hear the latest sufiyana song...It some how calms me.
I trek because I get the feeling of being in love. yes, strange though it may sound,I feel I am in love while trekking. Not the narrow romantic definition of boy-girl love ..but the much bigger and vaster feeling of being in love ..just being in love. I look around and see trees, skies,clouds..and somehow I feel loved. I feel non-judgemental,free and happy. I love a particular tree..I love it as much I would love any girl.And somehow I feel that the tree loves me back. without judgement..without asking anything(promise, I m not on dope here). I say it goodbye and somehow feel it waving me bye. The skies will love you , no matter what..even if they are full of rain and snow. And I feel the love of every pebble ..every rock on the path.
I trek because I feel free. free of stupidities, pettiness, anger and games. I feel strangely liberated. I am sweaty,dirty, smelly and tired. But at the same time I feel cleansed. Call it absolution call it anything,I just feel free..
Some treks I get a feeling that why did I pay for getting so fucked? But once the pain is over , it remains etched into my mind as a happy memory. I guess I trek to create memories. Memories which is the only thing permanent in this world(alzhiemers not withstanding). The memories which cant be created sitting cozy in a bar. These are the ones which require your sweat. Perhaps because they are sweaty memories..they are for me much truer memories.
Someone once said , that everyone who treks/climbs has a story going on in his head. I guess thats true. We relive our stories and I do it on treks. Bad stories, good ones..happy stories, a sad email ..a smell here ..maybe a song there. They all come flooding back and somehow you are so filled that you just stare ahead and walk on.
Sometimes the bearing of being is too much to bear for me. Sometimes I am too fed up of stupid people playing a zero sum stupid game. Petty egos ..fragile vanities to be massaged. I trek to escape this mentally. I trek because somehow when you are with nature you find a partner in the winds..skies and snow..who nod their head and tell you...' we understand the pettiness of all this drama..remember we have been here forever ;)'... just walk on.
I trek because past is past and walking on is progress,growth and creativity. Trekking is like a fire where I burn out some bad past to make fire for a brighter present. Its slightly painful but its better then letting the fire burn you...
I trek to forget. I trek to remember..! I trek because drugs are illegal...! I trek because at some level its an escape into a truer...more intelligent eco system..
Yeah ...More than anything I guess I trek because I am an escapist. I want to be alone. with my thoughts with my ideas..I am not a 'sharer'..I guess I trek because I am gloriously selfish !! :)
After the Panwali Kantha trek ..I was on way back and in the bus I couldnt get sleep. My mind on its own started searching for a reason I go on treks so passionately! I was getting a lot of answers that I thought I should write down because I feel if one can put down his thoughts on paper(in this case ,keyboard) he becomes more coherent to himself.
I trek because I at the core of my self want to be at peace. Yes, I trek to get to that zone of peace where my thoughts rebound in my head and my body breaks down with pain. There are treks (esp the Ladakhi treks) where I am almost in tears in pain while at the same time stupidly happy. I guess there is a hidden masochist in me . The level of 'shanti' (peace isnt a very apt word for 'shaanti' ..more apt is 'to be at peace') I achieve walking alone and fighting the next step in my head. That is why I prefer walking alone and not to talk ..I am struggling with my thoughts, my stories, my peace. It sounds rude to my fellow travellers(sorry for that) but I dont want company. At most I plug in my ipod and hear the latest sufiyana song...It some how calms me.
I trek because I get the feeling of being in love. yes, strange though it may sound,I feel I am in love while trekking. Not the narrow romantic definition of boy-girl love ..but the much bigger and vaster feeling of being in love ..just being in love. I look around and see trees, skies,clouds..and somehow I feel loved. I feel non-judgemental,free and happy. I love a particular tree..I love it as much I would love any girl.And somehow I feel that the tree loves me back. without judgement..without asking anything(promise, I m not on dope here). I say it goodbye and somehow feel it waving me bye. The skies will love you , no matter what..even if they are full of rain and snow. And I feel the love of every pebble ..every rock on the path.
I trek because I feel free. free of stupidities, pettiness, anger and games. I feel strangely liberated. I am sweaty,dirty, smelly and tired. But at the same time I feel cleansed. Call it absolution call it anything,I just feel free..
Some treks I get a feeling that why did I pay for getting so fucked? But once the pain is over , it remains etched into my mind as a happy memory. I guess I trek to create memories. Memories which is the only thing permanent in this world(alzhiemers not withstanding). The memories which cant be created sitting cozy in a bar. These are the ones which require your sweat. Perhaps because they are sweaty memories..they are for me much truer memories.
Someone once said , that everyone who treks/climbs has a story going on in his head. I guess thats true. We relive our stories and I do it on treks. Bad stories, good ones..happy stories, a sad email ..a smell here ..maybe a song there. They all come flooding back and somehow you are so filled that you just stare ahead and walk on.
Sometimes the bearing of being is too much to bear for me. Sometimes I am too fed up of stupid people playing a zero sum stupid game. Petty egos ..fragile vanities to be massaged. I trek to escape this mentally. I trek because somehow when you are with nature you find a partner in the winds..skies and snow..who nod their head and tell you...' we understand the pettiness of all this drama..remember we have been here forever ;)'... just walk on.
I trek because past is past and walking on is progress,growth and creativity. Trekking is like a fire where I burn out some bad past to make fire for a brighter present. Its slightly painful but its better then letting the fire burn you...
I trek to forget. I trek to remember..! I trek because drugs are illegal...! I trek because at some level its an escape into a truer...more intelligent eco system..
Yeah ...More than anything I guess I trek because I am an escapist. I want to be alone. with my thoughts with my ideas..I am not a 'sharer'..I guess I trek because I am gloriously selfish !! :)
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The trouble with truth...
The trouble with truth..
Is the bags it fills..it tears..
The trouble with truth ..
is not the truth..but the fears..
The trouble with truth ..
is not that it must be spoken..
the trouble is that it cant be shut..
the trouble is not that ..
It cant be ignored..
the real trouble is that..
it cant be avoided..
Is the bags it fills..it tears..
The trouble with truth ..
is not the truth..but the fears..
The trouble with truth ..
is not that it must be spoken..
the trouble is that it cant be shut..
the trouble is not that ..
It cant be ignored..
the real trouble is that..
it cant be avoided..
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Dont know!!:(
The last few days following the weekend have been very
restless for me. Mentally I have been churning around and trying to get something
‘out’. The issue is not so much of framing as to the issue of ‘what’ is to be
framed? My thoughts have been incoherent and often self contradictory. I haven’t
ever faced this crisis of mental coherence since a long time. I haven’t grappled
with myself very many times.. I am pretty much love in what I think..most of
the time. But this time ..I have been cutting circles in air. Brownian
motion..thats something I am never mentally in love with…but that’s what
precisely defines a state I am in….
I anbhor the concept of strict ‘right’ or ‘wrong’.. just
because I think everyone has his ‘rights/wrongs’..but to be in a state of grey
myself. ..? Am I thinking too much? How do I stop it? Can I ‘relax’ ?
There is no problem. That’s the main problem. Since there is
no problem defined..how do I solve it?
And the trigger has been Imtiaz Ali’s “highway”. Ever I experienced
that film..I have been pretty restless. Very restless. Thinking as to what to
think. Why has this film disturbed me? I don’t know? I really don’t. Should I stop thinking about it? Its just a
film. Why is it making me restless? I know that I cant take anyone else’s
answer for it. I have to think of a way out. The ‘convinent’ answers wont do.
The film has touched something deep inside me and turned my
thought processes inside out. Its just a film.Goddamn it. It shouldn’t screw my
head. See it..forget it. Its not cult-ish. It’s a normal film about ‘Stockholm
syndrome’ ..its just a fim..a story. It isn’t anything else.
Why is it then I am thinking about it? Even now? I tried all
justifications..atleast the ones I knew. I even wrote a shitty review about
it..to get it out and move on. Not working.
Even now I cant ‘catch’ it. I thought writing about it would
make me comfortable about it. Nope..this is not working. I am even more
confused about it. I hate it when such an idea catches you and spins you around
against your wishes.
What do I make out of it. ..? I don’t know…I just don’t know!
Hate this!
Friday, February 28, 2014
tomorrows sky
Today is a bad day..
A grey day..
Today is a day of noises and babble..
There was always a day like this..
There were darker days..
Worser days..
Today is a bad day..
And its not the only one..
Today is not clear..
Today is a blur..
But there is always a tomorrow..
Tomorrow is a day of rise..
A day that always..always comes after
Today will be your day..
Maybe many more today's will be yours..
massless molasses ..you will have my today..
You will win today..
With your gabble and teeth..
But you have made a mistake..
You have thought of today..
You have been winning ..
And that makes you smile..
But you have made a mistake..
You always had..
You don't have tomorrow ..
For tomorrow is the day of rise..
Tomorrow is the day I flew..
Always..
Above you..much above you...
And I will ..
Yes..I just have a sliver to hold on..
Yes ..I just have my truth..
But it will see me thru..
It always has...
The slush has hidden your weakness ..
The slush has given you the mass..
But a sliver I have will see me through..
It always has..
You can laugh at me..
You can laugh at the sliver I clutch on to..
Its a small sliver..
Its only you to miss the iron in it..
The silver will take me through..
And you will see..
Long after today..
When you still will be staging your mini plays..
I will be in the deluxe seats of the play..
For tomorrow is the day I rise..
Tomorrow is the day I fly..
Count the pennies today..
Its all you will have..
Tomorrow I will have the sky..
A grey day..
Today is a day of noises and babble..
There was always a day like this..
There were darker days..
Worser days..
Today is a bad day..
And its not the only one..
Today is not clear..
Today is a blur..
But there is always a tomorrow..
Tomorrow is a day of rise..
A day that always..always comes after
Today will be your day..
Maybe many more today's will be yours..
massless molasses ..you will have my today..
You will win today..
With your gabble and teeth..
But you have made a mistake..
You have thought of today..
You have been winning ..
And that makes you smile..
But you have made a mistake..
You always had..
You don't have tomorrow ..
For tomorrow is the day of rise..
Tomorrow is the day I flew..
Always..
Above you..much above you...
And I will ..
Yes..I just have a sliver to hold on..
Yes ..I just have my truth..
But it will see me thru..
It always has...
The slush has hidden your weakness ..
The slush has given you the mass..
But a sliver I have will see me through..
It always has..
You can laugh at me..
You can laugh at the sliver I clutch on to..
Its a small sliver..
Its only you to miss the iron in it..
The silver will take me through..
And you will see..
Long after today..
When you still will be staging your mini plays..
I will be in the deluxe seats of the play..
For tomorrow is the day I rise..
Tomorrow is the day I fly..
Count the pennies today..
Its all you will have..
Tomorrow I will have the sky..
Friday, February 21, 2014
Dehli Belly
I have written reams on how I hate Delhi. While some have taken it as a personal attack on their inherent 'Delhi' spirit..some have counselled me to 'just wait..you will fall in love with it..give it some time'. Despite the fact that I have hated Delhi from the 'guts' I thought of formalising my thought process to see why I hate this place so much ..
First disclaimer: All people are not 'bad'. This is a stupid disclaimer. Of course all people are not bad. Its like saying that all apples in crate are rotten. Its statistically dumb. There will always be a minute probable chance that there will be good apples(or there will be small good portions in the 'bad' apples). But we throw away the crate when we are convinced that the number of 'bad' apples are beyond our acceptance level. For a poor starving guy a crate of 90% bad apples are 'good' enough..! Depends upon your quality acceptance criteria..! So I use my own criteria..and I am not really starving..plus I have had loads of crates of apples,oranges and grapes(sour ones included) to benchmark my own level of acceptance . By that bench mark ..Delhi crate seems to be the most rotten .
But enough said ..lets get to the points:-
1. Delhi middle class - Middle class are drivers of a city's ethos. They decide the cleanliness/gentileness/ and the overall culture. The lower middle class ..a derivative of the set define the ethos of lower level workings. The guards/plumbers/drivers etc are drawn from this class which is again driven by the ambitions of the majority upper/middle - middle class. Delhi's middle class is rotten to the core. Its a mindless bungle of ethic-less and stupid community which feeds off each other. It lacks 'education' (not degrees) and the primary indicator of cultural degeneration ie. status of women is dismal to say the least. Since women are stupid they spawn generations of stupider offsprings. The middle class in delhi can be characterised as a class which lacks 'respect' . Primary being respect for itself. When that respect is lost the core of a society is left to 'grab and run' ethics..slightly better than a stray dog's ethics of survival. However the irony of the situation is that since they dont have respect , they are aggressive and erratic. When you dont have the concept of 'respect' ..its an easy life. You dont expect or give quality.
2.Professionalism- I have found a profound sense of lack of professional ethics that underlie delhi. Its surprising because the amount of professional companies/organisation investing in delhi is high. Drawn from the rotten middle class, the employees of these professional organisations ,bring in an overarching sense of un-professionalism and erraticity(labelled as 'dilli dilwale syndrome').Its sad to see this spirit triumph over the professional ethics of the organisation..perhaps because of lack of options of finding non-natives wanting to stay and work in a hostile society.This is even more visible in Govt and service industry which lies in close contact with 'aam aadmi'.
3. Accountability and policing- The lack of public and civic accountability ..blostered by the fact that the police is largely conspicous by its absence(why?).
4. The 'Chalta hai' attitude. Of course this is not endemic to Delhi but has been taken to a new level by the residents. Everything chalta hai. I guess when you dont have self respect or ego ..everything does chalta hai.
5. Confusion between EGO and Vanity. There is almost basic confusion between EGO and Vanity. So you have the vanity of Bling and cars but lack of ego to have the decency of parking. Or the vanity of splurging money on weddings but lack of ego to secure a clean toilet. This basic difference is almost absent and confused.
And I could go on and on..but then I realise that its really not going to make an iota of difference in these ass holes who are assholes just for the academic reason of being assholes. Loud smelly assholes . In all its naked putridness.
But what I can do is this..: I can tell my foreign freinds to not judge India by Delhi. Delhi is the worst face of an Indian city where fuedal mindset meets village garbage. Its basically a village with buildings and utter lack of respect for itself. The only sadness is that its the capital of this great country..
PS: One mystery I havent been able to solve is this..Why does a typical Delhi man wear a pant so ill fitted that he has to arrange his dick every five seconds..and why does a fat delhi woman wear a low rise jean where the crack takes on an ominous meaning.Why ..why the fucking hell why?
First disclaimer: All people are not 'bad'. This is a stupid disclaimer. Of course all people are not bad. Its like saying that all apples in crate are rotten. Its statistically dumb. There will always be a minute probable chance that there will be good apples(or there will be small good portions in the 'bad' apples). But we throw away the crate when we are convinced that the number of 'bad' apples are beyond our acceptance level. For a poor starving guy a crate of 90% bad apples are 'good' enough..! Depends upon your quality acceptance criteria..! So I use my own criteria..and I am not really starving..plus I have had loads of crates of apples,oranges and grapes(sour ones included) to benchmark my own level of acceptance . By that bench mark ..Delhi crate seems to be the most rotten .
But enough said ..lets get to the points:-
1. Delhi middle class - Middle class are drivers of a city's ethos. They decide the cleanliness/gentileness/ and the overall culture. The lower middle class ..a derivative of the set define the ethos of lower level workings. The guards/plumbers/drivers etc are drawn from this class which is again driven by the ambitions of the majority upper/middle - middle class. Delhi's middle class is rotten to the core. Its a mindless bungle of ethic-less and stupid community which feeds off each other. It lacks 'education' (not degrees) and the primary indicator of cultural degeneration ie. status of women is dismal to say the least. Since women are stupid they spawn generations of stupider offsprings. The middle class in delhi can be characterised as a class which lacks 'respect' . Primary being respect for itself. When that respect is lost the core of a society is left to 'grab and run' ethics..slightly better than a stray dog's ethics of survival. However the irony of the situation is that since they dont have respect , they are aggressive and erratic. When you dont have the concept of 'respect' ..its an easy life. You dont expect or give quality.
2.Professionalism- I have found a profound sense of lack of professional ethics that underlie delhi. Its surprising because the amount of professional companies/organisation investing in delhi is high. Drawn from the rotten middle class, the employees of these professional organisations ,bring in an overarching sense of un-professionalism and erraticity(labelled as 'dilli dilwale syndrome').Its sad to see this spirit triumph over the professional ethics of the organisation..perhaps because of lack of options of finding non-natives wanting to stay and work in a hostile society.This is even more visible in Govt and service industry which lies in close contact with 'aam aadmi'.
3. Accountability and policing- The lack of public and civic accountability ..blostered by the fact that the police is largely conspicous by its absence(why?).
4. The 'Chalta hai' attitude. Of course this is not endemic to Delhi but has been taken to a new level by the residents. Everything chalta hai. I guess when you dont have self respect or ego ..everything does chalta hai.
5. Confusion between EGO and Vanity. There is almost basic confusion between EGO and Vanity. So you have the vanity of Bling and cars but lack of ego to have the decency of parking. Or the vanity of splurging money on weddings but lack of ego to secure a clean toilet. This basic difference is almost absent and confused.
And I could go on and on..but then I realise that its really not going to make an iota of difference in these ass holes who are assholes just for the academic reason of being assholes. Loud smelly assholes . In all its naked putridness.
But what I can do is this..: I can tell my foreign freinds to not judge India by Delhi. Delhi is the worst face of an Indian city where fuedal mindset meets village garbage. Its basically a village with buildings and utter lack of respect for itself. The only sadness is that its the capital of this great country..
PS: One mystery I havent been able to solve is this..Why does a typical Delhi man wear a pant so ill fitted that he has to arrange his dick every five seconds..and why does a fat delhi woman wear a low rise jean where the crack takes on an ominous meaning.Why ..why the fucking hell why?
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
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