Naukar 'Devta'

I couldn’t come up with any other apt title to describe the present scenario in India. “Jee Haan..Is desh me, aaj neta se bada naukar hai.” I’m sure all the women reading this can empathize with the familiar situation. Every morning either my mom is being too polite to him or yelling on the phone for his absence. It’s weirder when my family members are sweeter to him than to me. We offer them money, food, security and love and in return enslave them as to do render the services we demand. Not because we can’t do it, but are somehow ashamed and lethargic to do it, everyday. Since years and centuries, we have always had someone to rule upon us. 

We were freed from the rule of Britishers back in the year 1947, but I guess it was merely India in the name of freedom; not every Indian. A country where they tend to show their efforts to shorten the rich-poor gap, why are we still looking for servants? Is it because of the dependency or the fact that we always wish to be above someone. It’s not only the servants but all the people working under us who are still struggling for survival, whose significance we snub. The backward caste people who are employed in sewage department or collecting wastage from every house, beggars on the street who make their livelihood by selling flags or toys, women who clean public toilets just to survive and all the people involved doing such filthy yet crucial work.

Talk about the ferocious fashion you imitate, mouth-watering delicacies that melt your heart, luxurious and cozy lifestyle you crave for, stronger social network, metal music and the Hollywood inspired movie sequels; our country has always been influenced by the West. While welcoming the boons of upcoming modernization, we have faced banes too! Like the severe obesity, relationship issues, drug abuse, increasing crimes being observed in the society, the youth becoming more violent and more to add on. But if we really wish to be like the foreign countries, then why not take a step towards banishing dependency on servants. 

I agree to the fact that the weather conditions of our country and in this dusty atmosphere, it’s really difficult to go a day without cleaning the entire house, utensils, clothes and everything else. But Sooner or later, we’ll have to abandon servants and do the rest by ourselves. The tantrums of the domestic helpers have increased only because of us! We are the ones who pamper them, feed them, pay the wages they demand and resulting; We spoil them. They take advantage of this situation of decreasing laborers and increasing demands. Though now, even they know that merely dusting, cleaning, sweeping and washing wont feed their family. They have moved to other developed sectors, they have switched to better jobs in the need of more money and moreover, Respect.

For now, yes we name them as servants and they have become our necessity. But the future I foresee; either they will be someone lost in the crowd among us or history shall repeat and we shall bow down to nobody else but the sublime Naukar ‘Devta’.

You don’t know how much you’re loved.

You have a life someone wishes for, you have those looks someone envies and everything someone dreams of. In your own unique way, you’re special. You might not have known but you’re blessed. You shall regret, you shall cry and then there might come a moment you can’t wait to say goodbye to this mighty world but dint you realize; someone out there loves you more than this world.

How our lifestyle has changed from generations is known by us but what we fail to accept is how time has changed our conscious mind and leaded to negativity. This negativity has lead us to all the monetary gains, to greed and to gloominess. In this race we are running, the dreams we are dreaming; we forget that in spite of all the bad happened…there has been good too. We just prolong the sorrow and shorten the feeling of ecstasy. It’s high time we accept the fact that we shall face serendipity as well as misfortune; the question is how to handle oneself in such circumstances.

We never appreciate our life at present circumstances; in fact we humans have the tendency to criticize everything around. Criticism and envy to such an extent that we cannot see someone else happy. That’s one reason to the endless crimes, suicides and violence in the society! We keep demanding and these demands have no End. We fail to attain the first reason to happiness- Satisfaction! Coming back to the point; earn as much as you wish for, in the end all you’re hungry for is Love. We are social animals hungry for someone to care; somebody to love. But the present generation has a contrasting view point towards love; wanting love from their parents in form of gifts, love from being in a relationship and favors from friends. If you have it, you’re lucky enough and if you don’t; there’s nothing to crib about.

If you feel unhappy about something, think about those who aren’t privileged like you to get a better family, friends, good food to eat or a place to sleep. Life isn’t fair to all. Karma plays its role and in spite of having everything at a moment, you end up losing it. If you feel unloved just because you haven’t met your Mr. Right, well many women lose their sons, husbands and brothers in tragic fights worldwide. But their family is still living with subtle pride, that their son gave his life for his country.  If you’re planning to runaway just because you were cheated by your lover or have some petty family issues, think about someone who lost his mother because of a deadly disease and is fighting for his life in the hospital.

We keep talking about social service and visiting orphans, old-aged people, handicapped and other disabled people; but behind everything we do.. The lesson one should learn is forgotten. All of us shall face crises; whether financially, mentally or physically… But the one who manages to stand up and Live this life is indeed a Winner! You came in this world to make a difference in your own little way. Don’t let trivial issues force you to give up your life. You don’t know how much you mean to someone until they lose you. However you are, whoever you; someone loves you for being ‘You’. Whenever life tries to knock you down, stand up to your feet every time so that the bitch knows whom is she messing with. Don’t let a short phase of melancholy depress you; as they say it ‘It’s the darkest before the dawn’. And Of course you're loved; You just don't know it yet!

Mommy, I love You!

We have become acquainted by the recent trend of celebrating days based on various relations, therefore; today being the International Mother’s Day… I have got something to say. A feeling every daughter has and the strongest bond every child shares, though my story is slightly different. She is miles away right now, and I don’t even know whether she’ll read it. But this is the smallest thing I could do, to convey my love for you. Thank you for this day Ma. You gave me life, what more could I ask!

I might not have been the best daughter my mother could have,

But certainly my mom has loved me for who I am.

She never said she wasn’t happy,

Every time she wanted me to get better.

She has been the first one to criticize me,

Only reason being because she knows my weakness.

A little stingy in humble praise,

Like she knew I wished to make it to the stars.

A savior I came across and

An Angel who taught me to look up against all odds.

She made me savor every bit of my childhood

Those are just memories I miss now.

The times I cried, the times I smiled,

She’s always there to hug me tight.

Cautious she supervises, cares and carves me,

Like a sculptor carving a sculpture in a stone.

A role-model and perfectionist in herself,

She always inspired me to be like her

But I was just born as her replica,

Never could I even be close like her

I know we have had our bad days,

We fight we argue and I know I have been bad too;

But through the end of life there’s just you

To love me endlessly when I come back to you.

Because You gave me the beautiful gift of life

And in no birth could I have anything to repay You.

Catharsis to the most prized Possession!

The immediate urge of acceptance has lead me to sudden pessimism; and to that extent that I fail to look at myself in the mirror; to look with sheer confidence in the eye and the fear of self-doubt about my own conscience. Writing has always been the only way I tend to share how I feel; my words convey my emotions and the only way I can express. It’s the closest thing to me because there is nothing else that defines me.

The initial stage when you start writing is during those juvenile days in school; when you pen down those silly incidents in your diary or when you step into your adolescent period when and are pretty confused how everything is changing at a pace you can’t match. However; writing is an enhanced form of ‘Catharsis’ in literature, meaning the vent out of emotions. You can write when you want to cry out so loud but you’re afraid to show your weakness; you write when you’re happy or sad; you write in your low or high spirits and the most beautiful thing about writing is besides sharing it with your diary or laptop, it still stays with You.

For me; it was those memories I was making during school days that I wished to pen down forever; the silly fights and the unforgettable days with my best friend; the times I broke down in tears when I lost something, that then mattered the most to me and the uneasiness I felt inside that I couldn’t share. Now or Then, my love for writing shall remain eternal. Certainly the times have changed, the reason I write has changed and so have the writing patterns. But it shall forever be the most precious thing I own. It wasn’t in my blood or the people I aspire from and I never read too many books to write, it just came from within.

Whenever I pause for moment thinking about my career, my future and the life I wish to live- It has been about dreams to fulfil. I wished for luxuries, success, fame and money like everyone else; but my priorities have changed. More than a successful life, I wish to live a happy life. To proclaim happiness through the mere feeling of satisfaction; by simply making my passion- The sole source of everything I want to achieve. I shall choose to walk through the path everyone rejects because of the conventional method they have been following for years. 

I never said money doesn’t matter; you need it to survive in this world. But running behind the sheer pleasure of earning so much, don’t forget that It’s the little things that give you inner happiness. That kitli ki chai in the first monsoon shower is always better than that of some five-star hotel. It doesn’t take much for at least giving it a try and to do something different; especially when you have it from within. We do make mistakes, fall more often and fail to accept criticism positively; but it shall only make Us better than who we are. I do get a crazy thought to stop writing, divert myself and attain as many degrees, but then it’s just a mood swing. One just needs a break and then start with a new spirit. And for all those who love writing like me, please never stop. We are among those few who let laymen empathize and connect the reader through what we write. We hold the Pen- Our mighty weapon and someday, We shall create a revolution! Keep writing.