Apologies to Ambedkar

"If I find the constitution being misused, I shall be the first to burn it.”

- Ambedkar

No idea if today is the day we should really wish each other 'Happy constitution day' or apologise to Ambedkar for the abuse done to his constitution. 

"We The People" have come back to square one. Religious and communal divide is more than visible in today's 'political' India. I remember in school how we used to think that early Indians were stupid for getting divided so easily by foreign powers. The same thing is happening right now except the 'rulers' are domestic this time.

Private institutions of the capitalist are categorised as 'institutions of imminence' and reinforced with public money. 

On the other hand, public institutions ( universities , schools)are underfunded and the lathicharge is done upon the students who demand for cheaper education. (from the poor sections). Ministers who are elected under the impression to 'serve the people' are serving themselves. We can see that in Maharashtra. Super 30 had tried to change the concept of 'Raja Ka Beta Raja Nahi Banega' but sadly Uddhav Thackrey watches only Marathi. Fadanvis is more keen to be the 'sevak' than before. So much that he had to take an oath early in the morning. With that another sevak comes up in my mind. But that's for later 😅.

Maybe, I am a pessimistic person. But, I have found out a cure for that too. I am listening to 'Mann ki Baat' more often and every day getting 'DNA' Analysis of my brain done  by professionals. Also, joint-rolling is something I'm trying to learn, because at times when govt. entities like - Bharat Petroleum, Indian Railways are being sold out. It is only joint that can pump some positivity into me. Also, according to a study by 'Durniti Aayog' the visible signs of unemployment are diminished by smoking joints.

Last but not least 'JIO..........or jine do'.

The unforgettable Curse

I am a very nostalgic person and find comfort in the past.
In 2015, sitting in the back benches of my tuition class(studying math & stuff) I and the guys were disturbing the class. We were always very ignorant of whatever was taught in the class and used to make fun of the teachers. Little did I know that one of my teachers will tell me the biggest set of traumatic words that will change the course of my life. Annoyed by our constant hooting and 'chakkallas' our physics teacher turned towards us with a grim and heavy face. We knew we had done enough to get a 'lecture' of sorts 'again'. But this time it was different, he opened his lips and said the worst possible thing I ever heard. He said-

'Bahut mja aarha hai tu log ko, abhi dost log acche lag rhe hai, karle jyda din nahi hai 12th k bad dekhna kon kha jyga, ek dusre ko yad bhi nahi rakhoge'

I knew then something was strange about this. But soon after 12th ended we were struck with this reality. Most of my friends got separated, many left studies due to family pressure and started doing menial jobs, many switched to different disciplines. The girl I loved then, moved on to a wonderful college only to disappoint me with 'Who Raman?'
Despite all this, I never thought my childhood friend would be separated from me. We were studying together for past 5 or so years. Regardless of all pressure from our parents we never left each other's side. The memories of our first cigarette  to our first girlfriends we had seen everything together. But 12th changed it all, it's been years we hardly meet.
Everyday while going to bed the words of that physics teacher rings in my ears. It was not a warning, it was a curse.

School का duster

वो school का duster याद है? अरे ! वहीं लकड़ी का टुकड़ा, जिसमें सफ़ेद पट्टी लगी होती थी, जो ब्लैक बोर्ड को मिटाने के काम आती थी और कभी कभी teacher जिसको फेंक कर मारा करते थे। याद आया?

आज एक स्कूल के बाहर से गुज़र रहा था तभी एक बच्ची को ज़ोर ज़ोर से दीवार पर डस्टर पीटते देखा। डस्टर को पीटते हुए, लड़की ने अपनी नाक सिकोड़ रखी थी, धूल से बचना चाहती थी शायद। पर धूल का वो गुबार हमेशा की तरह हाथों और चेहरे सबपर जाकर बैठ गया। बहुत खूबसरत था वो नजारा, मानो एक पल के लिए मै स्कूल लौट गया।
डस्टर के साथ कुछ कड़वी यादें भी है, स्कूल के maths teacher Shri Gopal krishna sir एक बार डस्टर से मुझे धोए थे। क्लास को परेशान कर रहा था। खन्ना जी, चांडक, और मै जम कर धोए गए थे। अक्सर पिछली बेंच के बच्चे ही डस्टर से लतियाए जाते थे, खन्ना जी भी डेली ही लात खाते थे, लेकिन उस दिन मेरी बारी थी, सर जी उछल उछल कर मार रहे थे, और मै pokemon की तरह dodge कर रहा था। कमाल का नजारा था। मार खाते हुए खुद मेरी हसी छूट रही थी।
उस दिन को याद करता हूं, तो फिर से स्कूल पहुंच जाता हूं, जैसे की आज।