Thursday, April 29

The concrete jungle

My darling sweet gullible cousin Dinima and I are more of best friends. We live in the same locality, in the same building and most of the times, we're together. Our locality is a contrast of a farmlands (which are almost extinct) and vast buildings. From my house, you can't see any of the land.

This place, it has it's own history in land division. The YADAV community owned huge lands here. And their idea of claiming land was... as some might say... unique. Any strong person would hit the stick on the ground and the land till where the voice was audible was taken under. This nomadic, farmer tribe still owns lands here. However mordernisation and urbanisation came gradually, housing requirements increased and so did price of land. The Yadav community is rich (at least more than the educated ones) as they are selling out the strength of their previous generations- the land.

The stick practice is gone. But farmlands are as endangered as tigers. Perhaps even more.

I went with Dinima at her friends. A very modern and hi-tech locality. From the sixth floor, the view of the farmlands was something breath taking. From this side I could see their very modern swimming pool and the primitivity of farm culture seperated by a very thin line of the housing demand.

"Dinima," I called out. She (apparently interrupted) turned her face towards me with a "yeah?" expression.

"See that farm."

"Yeah, I've seen... pretty cool."

"Yeah that," I said. "And maybe there'll be a builing like this there..." Of course, to her the images are beautifully preserved. Reality is devastating. She was apparently hurt by this fact as I.

We people have already given up on our values all in the name of modernity. Sometimes, it feels that my thoughts are just conservative. But I am not saying don't sell the land if you need money, all I am saying, is keep some as a part of ancestral treasure. You never know when it might just come in handy.



Monday, April 26

The Developed Cannibal

chash-e-nam jaan-e-shorida kaafi nahi
tohmat-e-ishq-e-poshida baqi nahi
aaj bazaar mein paa baajola chalo

These words are from one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite authors, Faiz. In simple english, these words mean

moist eyes, sacrificed lives aren't enough
the love nurtured privately isn't enough
today walk in the town square fettered in chains

Maybe Faiz saw it before us. As many say, this was written by Faiz on the condition of Pakistan when democracy was disembled. Faiz, on the contrary, was a communist. In my view, Faiz, from this poem, predicted our lives today. We all are prisoners in the drape of a free citizens. What is law but imprisoner of self will? We need laws, only if we are vulnerable to others. So what makes them say that the laws are sufficient?

Today, the Times of India, one of the leading newspapers, says that US president Barrack Obama has given a nod to the missile which can hit anywhere from anywhere in one hour, even at an altitude above 350,000 ft! Don't we have enough destruction machines? Yes, the modern day free citizens are all walking fettered in chains with fascist rulers blind as justice itself (as many say in hindi, Andha kanoon or blind justice).

Although the Thinking Tree suppliment yesterday, says that "testosterone" hormone is responisble for wars. Well, that person HAS to witness something called back "bitching" and "cat fights" if that person is too obsessed with "dog wars". No gender particularly is to blame. HUMANITY has lost it's value for human rights (as if it had any).

Comming back to the one hour missile, what's the guarantee that only Osama will be killed? I mean, it could strike anywhere and maybe kill someone innocent.

Nazis were German, and Einstein was German. Does that have to mean that Einstein was a Nazi? Well, destroying the whole race of Pashtun speaking people doesn't have to mean all the terrorists were killed.

Maybe this weapon of mass destruction isn't such a bad idea. Maybe it will kill Osama. Then what? Our great world leaders would successfully save us from terrorism, with nothing else to do. Or maybe they'll bread another Osama for their little "hunt" and push over their nuclear experts to design some more "mordern" weapons and finally when they'll be tired of this, they'll start a war.

The truth is Homo sapiens can NEVER get enough. We enjoy others' miseries as it makes us feel that we're in a much better position.

First the human tribes fought with animals of the wild, displacing them, causing extinction. Mother nature also gave them a bit support and gave them control of the world. Now they are showing their "human" nature and fighting withing their own species for a better space and an upper hand. Mother nature was wrong. Even with our stomach fill, with our skins covered, with a roof over our head, we can NEVER be in harmony with all around us.

Rare species are still being hunt/poached killed, Human traficking still going on, victims of domestic violence, other violence, drug abuse, sex abuse are still demanding justice, wars still going on, leaders still manipulating public, people still commit suicides, and the circus goes on with one, but one ring master in the middle leading us through. We are still unaware of the spectators.

Stephen Hawkings, one of the world's leading scientist has proposed that aliens exist and might be among us. Maybe they enjoy the human circus of mordernised cannibalism.

Inorder to convince myself, that this moment, I am leading a happy life knowing that all my loved ones are safely alive and those who are not are at a better place than here,



Sunday, April 25

Law of club and fang

Before reading, the following equations have some relevance. That is, IF you chose to read.

Creatures. Alive. Fang. Savage. Club. Human.

Arranging in a proper sequence to equate it,

Creatures= Alive

Fang= Savage

Club= Human

Human+Savage=ADVANTAGE of Club over Fang.

After reading Call of the wild, a savage, however tamed or trained, doesn't belong to us. In the end it is called by wild. The thought process around London is that he himself has been away from the society almost all his life. He knew the human society, "law" and the inorder of order. Yet he chose to be away.

Not my inspiration, I don't own anything. Maybe that's why somewhere, I am the indirect reason for this law.

Embarrassment fell on Buck with his first snow. 'Tis purely Jack London. No other man can ever put something so trivial in such an exactly real and free manner. The evolved savage, and the mechanised cannibals need to know a lot. Firstly, chosing "Buck" as the hero of the story... hats off to him.

They often mention Darwin, Survival of the fittest. But they often do forget the law of artificial selection.

Maybe, we too are often called by the wild. Maybe, there's a Buck in all of us.

Yours Truly,

A little intro

Taking my inintials in greek, N and D become nu and delta. Since greek and physics have a confusing but unbreakable bond, nu is frequency and delta is displacement. There you go, frequency of displacement.

Now people have reasons for the world's most unconventional names. I'd quote Chandler Bing (from Friends) "that's nothing, I had an uncle named Bottom." Human race always found unconventional either stupid or funny, and being "normal" has become a priority.

Considering my name, Neetzi, it's funny too. Actually sometimes name makes who you are. As for me, goofy and cool. My fam's really cool, ma's the world's best cook and dad's the world's second best cook. My cousis are in a way my best friends. And my friends, they just could be sooooooo better!!! (haha)

The other day I was reading a friend's blog... So I thought, why not? Here you go, I have a blog now... So for now, I'd be the kind of person with nothing else to do but update my blog every week, read comments (if anyone cares to actually post) and enjoy all the... whatever you'd call it (commotion?). Practically dull and boring, if nothing interesting and cool.

Peace out!