PEPSU

I am currently going to a coaching institute; apart from school, and my coaching is at Brilliant Tutorials. To those not familiar with this "coaching" having nothing to do with school, it is something like a cram school: a sort of training school to enable the students meet the higher goals of a particular entrance exam or some such goal. Brilliant currently trains students for IIT entrance/ AIEEE/ PMT. I have joined it for IIT course preparation. No, I don't know if I want to join IIT. I have no thoughts on future. I am a person who lives in today. What the future holds will unveil itself at the right time. No point in running after it. All we can do is lead a good life in the moment.

My math class on friday has taught me a valueable history lesson. Valueable because knowledge is never worthless, and the more you know, the more it helps. Our math teacher, often deviates from the topic going on in the class inorder to explain something relative to that particular topic. He was teaching us the benifits of knowing the smallest bits and pieces of details on no matter what. And we were introduced to PEPSU.

Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel
Former Home Minister of India

When India gained independence in 1947, it was divided into small kingdoms. Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel used to be the Home Minister during that time. He was often considered as the "Iron Man" of India. While re-uniting the kingdoms inorder to form a country, he has said to have made negociations with the rulers. It was, at that time, given option to join India, Pakistan, or form an independant state. This particular man, did negociations with the rulers such as, leave the states, or we shall attack. In fact, this demanour of his was enough to inject fear in the heart of ruler of the state which we now know as "Haryana".

PEPSU
Patiala and East Punjab State Union

History has it, that originally India didn't have so many states as it now has. "PEPSU" is the collaboration of Patiala district ,Barnala district, Bhatinda district, Fatehgarh district, Sangrur district, Kapurthala district, Mohindergarh district, Kohistan district.The summer capital was Srinagar and the Winter capital was Patiala.

Now the roads of Punjab see two kind of busses. PEPSU and Punjab roadways.

The purpose of introduction to this bit part of the brief history isn't pure trivia, it is that a few years ago, Punjab was one big state. And a few more years ago, the Earth must have been one huge home. Why then does the originaton and division seperates us yet again and again?

Often it is seen that we are seperated either by language, color, religion, origin and certain things of irrelevence. Whenever the pigeons see each other, do they as from where the other is before sharing a bowl of water some kind soul must have left for them? Then why do we ask before inhibiting the same relation for each other?

-Neetzi

The Collective Heritage

Let me tell you this before hand, for this one blog I did needed a bit of research because the most fragile issue in this planet is racism, especially regarded that to religion. Even in my heaven, India, this is the most heart breaking realities.

Okay I know that my blog might be read by a few people who refer to themselves belonging to the category "Hindus". I mean, following the religion. History has it that the belonging of hindutva or the Aryan religion dates back to some 7500B.C. who came from the coasts of Caspian Seas, to settle in the sub Indian continent. I am not here to give a history lesson, but the words "Hindu" and "Hindustan" came to origin when a Mouslem invader, Babur invaded the country. The reason the four basic Hindu religions have the same Gods is because of the collective belonging. Really, sorry to pop your bubbles you racists, but Hindu is the term to anyone living in Hindustan. Not JUST some preachers.

For past couple of days, I have been keeping tab on the unrest in the Kashmir valley, which is the most heartbreaking news I have come across. Kashmir, the once heaven, now fosters as the underbelly of unrest and terrorism. Practically because army isn't willing to let people "just be". They aren't worried over the future, because they see that they have no future. Is this the India we are trying to create?

Face it guys, we don't have a collective heritage. The Aryan vansha is supposed to be following the practice of the Vedas ever since it came to existence. And the Mouslem folk are supposed to be following the Koran (or Horan in pronunciation). Both have the same basic principles. For example, the Koran doesn't permit seven marriages, but only one marriage, however, it is acceptable in the society if you give shelter to the needy seven women. IT DOES NOT REFER TO SEXUAL MISCONDUCT!

Hindutva does NOT fit you in any caste by birth. You have to prove yourself to belong to somewhere. For example, I can be a Brahman only if I attain knowledge enough to be spread. IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF THE WILL OF SOME GOD I AM BORN IN A HIGH CLASS FAMILY!

The worst thing is that the religious leaders of today are also preaching something that is for the collective good of a section as they claim, but the idea practically doesn't even do any good for the minority.

The reason I don't like the word God is that the wars happening in His name. My counter question that if God is such an advocate of love, why is there hatred in our hearts? Hate isn't the absence of love, rather the presence of a negative element, that can separate the one true bond, mother and child.

However, I am not an atheist. What I believe in isn't a religion. It's a collective heritage. I am a wanderer monk in my own ways. I only learn.My "God" is nature, the true chaos and the absolute truth that I have faith in. I wouldn't suggest anybody to follow my routes in life though, because everyone lead a different life.

But in my ways, I have found peace, freedom and certain things I can't tell. Maybe, because words are too small to express...

My new found freedom does bind me though. My religious unconventionalism, my mind make-ups stand out, maybe they are the ones binding me. At least they are better than being bounded to conventionalism.

So, sorry to pop all your bubbles and perceptions and preconceptions people, but the truth is truth.

Peace

--Neetzi

Madness and The day...

Madness is a disease. A deadly one. A madwoman knows it better than anyone else. Yes, I know a lot of people call me crazy. Maybe, because I am crazy. I really am not concerned over it. I don't care of my craze. Practically because I am unconventional, unacceptable, and uncalled for. Generally people don't like to have me around. Treating me like a two minute company. And the same litany follows, "Neetz, you have beautiful thoughts... express them" or "you are so mature and childish at the same time" or "you seem so perfect"... Perfection is a lie if I can convey.

No one is perfect, because no one NEEDS to be perfect. Those who love us, love us. Those who hate us, hate us. Nothing we can do to change their opinion because if we do something, we are only fooling ourselves and the one who love us through and true.

It's really hard to let go off the anguish and the anger one has devoured for so long. Especially if it's been burning inside of you for far too long.

I am a person who can't pass a single day without reading the newspaper. It's something as important to me as breathing. I don't like watching news on TV. The news there is just dramatised. Plus, reading keeps the senses intact, especially reading on paper.

A few of the witnessed headlines that are going at the international level perked up my senses and sparked a bit of terror in my spine. Very un-linked, yet alike.

Washington supreme court issued the rights to arms to every US citizen. This is happening in a country, where there are average of 80 deaths a day and 34 homicides.

China's ant tribe and over crowded slums. University grads lead a life in a 180 square foot house with 3 at a time. These are some of the most comfortable accommodations they have access too.

Israelis, ignoring the admiration of their advancement in applied technologies; are invading the Turkish airspace. As if the Gaza stripe issue wasn't enough to be dealt with.

India's on the usual war with Naxals. However, theMaoists have left behind a deadbody (unlikely of them).

What I mean is, we see restlessness. Everywhere in this planet. The US militia's behavior in Iraq, especially to women and children. Main war is between the mouslem world's outcry to be spared.

A few bad seeds give the community a bad name. And no matter what our great leaders of "today" promise, we can never stop the bad seeds. Because, okay this one lot can be destroyed. What's the guarantee that there won't be another lot of bad seeds? If I need arms to make sure that I'd see the sunrise tomorrow, I am also aware to see what of the promised "social security" I have access to.

Yes, I have queer many ideas for a mad woman. Maybe that's the madness. I can see the world coming to an end.

"Aaj baazaar mein pa baajolaan chalo" or "Today, walk in the town square fettered in chains"

as Faiz had said some few ages back, we are walking indeed.

The age of technology, we're living in. We almost have access to artificial life, flight, travel over the forbidden areas. But we don't have access to walk without fear, or send the children of our house out to play in the distant corner of the streets without the fear of losing them.

The world is comming to an end. It's highly visible. But let this end be the last one, and we shall join our hands together to endavour a new beginning. As Socrates quoted,

"One day, every question shall be answered."

The Raising Darts

Of course, student life is one point of time which is the best to enjoy. Probably because we have no tension of earning a living, making ends meet, no security or anything as such. BUT it is also the most sickishly annoying time of life. Especially when the results are over head. Now, this season is all about result related jokes, subject requirement, requirement of the subject requirement and so on.

India is ALL about doctors and engineers. So it's always science. Medical or Non-medical. Oh and another option is Commerce. These are majority options. Actually most students opting for Non-medical end up getting a corporate job, hence, not making any contribution to the world of science.

A friend of mine sent me a few (actually a lot) result related pathetic jokes regarding the deadly six letter word is dreaded in every student's life: RESULT and that's the education system based on. Fear, mug up, diarrhoea and constipation.

Now that the deadly days are closing in by and the nights are getting restless, doomsday is near and so are the darts rising. On the students' head is an apple. Everyone have darts in their hands and are aiming for it. Let's see who survives.

Best of luck for the result. =) Be happy guys, some of us are going to the new class and some are getting the nostalgic nausea of the same old classroom. Nah! We all would do good.

I don't fear the result. Actually, what happens is that many of the students who fail, or are not able to get admission at a particular school/college, or get a particular subject commit suicides. And the most common method is by hanging. I fear of their death. Just a letter (though till last year, a number) is all it takes to differenciate life and death now.

I don't honestly care of my result. If I do good, obviously Non-medical (I do not intend a job in engineering or some such to be precise!) and if not that I'd take Humanities (I could make it as a writer or a comic actress at least). I know totally complex. However, I do NOT intend to be a corporate and/or work 9 to 5 in the same pathetic office under the same ugly boss on the same desk with the same machine. I want to make my living, but only for my two time bread and butter.

Whatever, fail or pass, there's always a tomorrow. Just we got to live to see it.

Peace!
-Neetz

Playing for Change

So we all love music... right? And that music can reach through boundaries... right? Taking both they made some really good stuff and it's called Playing for a Change.

Like musicians from war affected countries play songs... folk and famous. And trust me, they're not some street performers, but actually talented musicians. Over 60 countries with a developing economy, not very upright polotical and social scenario and over 100 musicians (and some REALLY famous ones) are singing, playing and it's a grunge. Like a patchwork of various cultures.

All the time there's a different feeling. Combining various techniques to make something so... so soothing and unique and tranquil something like peace itself. And for a moment you ask yourself... "if the music doesn't mind co-existing, then why don't we?"

Like my personal favourite is this certain Tula in the chanda mama video from Tel Aviv and another Stefano Tomaselli. Italian and a great sax player! David Broza from Tel Aviv too very very very amazing guitarist. Yeah and the coolest thing is that reggae and classic music make an awesome combination.

You might have heard some of them before, but I personally reccomend you to listen to the Playing for Change versions too. You'll see the difference and appreciate it.

Oh that, and don't forget to visit their website http://www.playingforchange.com/ cuz that's where you know how can you help the moment.

 

Now they've gone to Nepal too.

You can make a donation, stand for the cause, encourage peace and music, and well a lot. Really, we're all tired of War and need no more trouble.

Peace!

-Neetz

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.

Peace!

-Neetzi

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,

Peace!

-Neetzi

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,
Neetzi

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!

-Neetz