Thursday, August 20, 2015

The Stupidity of Randomness


"What was your name" I was staring at her not because she was beautiful, healthy or splendid but because both of us are dead and we are waiting for our turn to face an unknown entity for undergoing retribution. I don't think I will be penalized heavily for I have never done anything bad in my life (ahem some of you while reading this might feel that I might have done nothing good either), and if you ask me I wasn't prepared to be born. My life merely was a chance taken without my concern, so I played it according to my wish and ended up here. As far as I can remember I died in a battle field and I can assure you that I don't know whose side I was fighting on. All I was doing was just passing with herd but to my surprise none of the soldiers that fought and died together with me are not be found anywhere in the room. May be they were severely injured and taken to a rejuvenation camp, am I the only one that was dead. “Bloody hell" o wait is it hell or heaven that I was subjected to after my death. I probably don't know it yet.

The room that I was sitting was filled with couple of youngsters like me and so many middle agers all of them are waiting in desperation for their turn. I looked at her since she was the only women in the room, I don't see a reason as to why she was brought up here, she seemed very young and if you are thinking that I am old enough then it's your fault because I was just twenty five. I don't know where I had read or heard this but there is a thing that if you fought in a battle and die you would be certainly sent to heaven. Remembering this I tapped my shoulder for wisely deciding to join in army. I was on cloud 9 thinking about all the angels that would surround me once I was in heaven. I was intrigued by her presence hence decided to try my hand

"How did you die" I asked her even if she didn't answer my earlier one. It appeared as if she seemed less interested in me so moved swiftly away and sat very far from me. I am not very good in moving socially with women while I was on earth for that reason I would say that I didn't get enough chance. Since I failed miserably at the one thing that excited I tried to be friend a similar person of my age who was just adjacent to me. He didn't get my attention since earlier I was trying my hand at one thing that I know I would fail for sure. It is understood that the person I was conversing, died with cancer I was surprised to know that he was attacked by this disease at an early age why god couldn't be more merciful on him felt pity about that. I reassured him that we both can have a blast in the heaven since it's not our mistakes that brought us here. My crush after death was still surrounded by her ongoing heavy thought process.

In just a while I found that being dead is no more than going to sleep for a long time only you wouldn’t have to wake up and do your chores again, but if it would make you anymore happy or sad I would say that the stream of your consciousness would never end and never leave you even if you were dead. This man started talking incessantly about his dreams, likes, dislikes and what he would do if he were to be alive none of which appealed to me since it felt stupid. Like ever I was easily bored with the person as well as my surroundings, walked here and there randomly only to be held captive by the guardians. I decided not to do this anymore since it would reduce my chances of being sent to heaven. It’s high time to do something good at least for the sake of myself, keeping this in mind I sat silently waiting for my turn.

Finally it came and I was taken by two guards to a place which was supposed to be where my fate would be decided. With knowledge from the movies that I watch, books that I read I thought some mystical person riding on a horse or a bull or something that appear out of ordinary would come and judge me but it wasn’t like that I was facing a huge white canvas and the guards left me. “Welcome Mr. One” a voice was heard. Wait am I talking to god then why would it appear as if the voice was mine, I asked him/her/it the same question. “Mr. One you will be listening to your own voice since you are to decide and answer for yourself while you are here” the explanation seemed illogical to me but I don’t want to argue with him. “Ok. Why are you calling me Mr. One, I have a name?” I asked him again. “What was your name” he asked me in return. Surprisingly I didn’t remember my name at that point “See. You didn’t remember it. Did you?” he asked me and I nodded approvingly. “You will not have a name after your death and you will only be called with a number” he answered again in order to satisfy my curiosity.

“Wait why I am called number one, Am I the first one to be dead on earth” I tapped myself again for posing a tough question to the entity believed to be god. “Even if I say your exact number it would be hard for you to process and remember it hence it was better this way” by saying this he stopped talking and produced a couple of papers out of nowhere which were laid in front of me. “What were these for” I asked in a bewilderment. “Now don’t say you never applied for anything in your life. This is your self assessment application you have to fill it and give it to me so as to get adjudicated” I cursed god for making me do this again and again since this was the very reason why I joined army instead of an office job. Alas I have it to do it at any cost I was a bit dubiouswhile I was filling the form so I turned to god and said “How Can I fill this if I don’t even remember my name. You keep these with you and send me to heaven” I was fed up with his tantrums. “CHACHINAA KAANEE NEEKU BUDHDHI RAALEDU RAA PANIKIMALINA VEDHAVA” I heard these words from god I asked him surprisingly “I am sorry I don’t understand what you were saying”

“Haven’t you Seen Bahubali Movie” God replied irritatingly. “I have seen it. But don’t say that this was the language of Kalakeya since it was created by Rajamouli and should be Started with NIMDA, DUSRAZ TELL MI and also your language doesn’t even have Clicks in it”I expressed my disapproval. It appeared as if God was even more irritated "NEE YABBA RAJAMOULI NI THAYYARU CHESINDI KOODAA NENE KADA RAA NAAKENDUKU AA BHAASHA RAADU" the voice was more intense this time. “No please don’t speak to me in that language I couldn’t make a head or tail of it” I was pleading god. “You know I committed an oafish mistake by bringing you here. I am sentencing you to 150 years of life as punishment and you know what you have to live with your stupidity for this entire period DARIDRUDA DARIDRUDA” by saying this god ordered two of his men to throw me down to earth while I was being dragged I exchanged one final glance with my crush I ran to her unshackling myself from the guards “Please tell me What’s your name and How did you die” at last she spoke to me “Right from the start I was sitting here and thinking that why did I commit suicide yet couldn’t find the answer for that. Still thinking” I was thrown down thinking “ And they Call me Stupid”

Friday, March 13, 2015

The WOW Factor


      A human being has hundred years (or more) to his/her credit out of which we many of us will be unsatisfied since we take trouble in accommodating boredom voluntarily in our life. Most of the times I spend my life trying to find and do the things that simulate my brain, make me rub my palms and eyes together so as to cope up with the thrill. Yes you heard it right the Thrill. Thrill is that thing which makes the world move forward and can be attributed to any field in the world. It can be understood from the current lifestyle that be it Science, Art, Entertainment, Humanity or anything that was worth learning cannot yield productive results if the excitement of what’s next is missing in the subject. Always trying to find out what’s next thing in the subject is the greatest way of learning that will be definitely worth practicing.

                   Sometimes we try to inculcate learning and the immediate moment we are superseded by the thought that everything is just monotonic and loose interest in the things we do. As far I am concerned this is the very reason I failed rather stupidly in establishing myself and to be heard loudly so far. Hence I came up with this thing called The WOW factor which I tried to incorporate in my daily life so as to get benefited. I am not sure about the result but this kept me going and made me do things that initially were mundane.  Every one of us is born with the greatest gift called rational thinking that gives us an opportunity to sort out most of the things with our own conscience. This gift is sometimes extensively used by the persons who are heard a loud and let alone grant them success.

                       Success is if you ask me the ability to do productive things more confidently and with less dependency also it can be defined as a thing that gives us a good night’s sleep.  The funny thing in one’s life is that the solution is always available for everyone to find out yet we go on doing things and give lame excuses and expect people to help us.  Help from someone is of less important in the journey of peace of mind only if we know where exactly are we planning on moving It was a mere common sense that  always show us the way. This isn't a path that is surrounded by bushes, thorns and obstacles this is a path that will lead us right destiny provided we are always equipped with the right knowledge of the WOW factor.

                      The first obstruction that we encounter in our life is none other than ourselves. Not every one of us will have many aspirations, but being in a society each of us always required to or hope to lead a life that makes some sense.  The advantage everybody gets in the course of life is the chance of educating oneself of the things that needs to be done in order to be prolific. The key element in the production my friends is it appears to me as none other than the WOW factor that is what keeps us always going and indeed quite enjoyable irrespective of the outputs.

    

Sunday, March 8, 2015

నిబద్ధతా? ‘నిర్భయ’మా?



                  స్త్రీ అనే వ్యక్తి లేకుండా ప్రపంచం లేదు అనేది నిర్వివాదమైన అంశం. పురాణాలు,గ్రంధాలు అనేక ఇతర మాధ్యమాల్లో స్త్రీలకు ప్రత్యేకమైన స్థానం ఉంది. స్త్రీలను గౌరవించాలి, వారి బలాన్నీ, బలహీనతను విజ్ఞత కలిగిన వ్యక్తిగా అర్ధం చేసుకోవాలి అని ప్రతీ ఒక్కరూ గుర్తించాలి. కాని జరుగుతున్న పరిణామాలు దానికి భిన్నంగా ఉండడం బాధాకరం, ఇది ఎవరూ ఆనందంగా ఆహ్వానించే విషయం కాదు. స్త్రీలపై హింస, అత్యాచారాలు, వేధింపులు, దౌర్జన్యాలు జరగడం నేటి ప్రపంచం చేసుకున్న దౌర్భాగ్యం అయితే ఇప్పటివరకు జరిగిన సంఘటనలు అన్నిటికీ కేవలం పురుషాధిక్య  సమాజంలో వున్న  అనేకమంది స్త్రీ పురుషుల యొక్క ధోరణులు అనుకోవడం ఎంతవరకు సమంజసం.

                     దేశ రాజధాని అయిన న్యూ ఢిల్లీ లో 2012 డిసెంబర్ నెలలో జ్యోతి సింగ్ అనబడే యువతి పై జరిగిన సామూహిక అత్యాచారం నిజంగా మానవజాతి యొక్క అసక్తతకు పరాకాష్ట, ఇది చాలా దురదృష్టకరం. ఇలాంటి సమస్యలు ప్రపంచం లోనే అతి పెద్ద ప్రజాస్వామ్య దేశంగా పేరుగాంచిన భారత దేశంలో అనునిత్యం ఎదో ఒక ప్రాంతంలో ఎదో ఒక రూపంలో జరుగుతూనే ఉంటాయి. వీటి యొక్క మూలాలను అన్వేషించి మళ్ళీ ఇటువంటివి పునరావృత్తం కాకుండా సమస్యను సమూలంగా, సమగ్రంగా నిర్మూలించడానికి ప్రతీ ఒక్క పౌరుని, ముఖ్యంగా యువత యొక్క భాగస్వామ్యం ఎంతో అవసరం.అయితే బాధ్యతగా భావించి భావోద్వేగాలు అతి వేగంగా ఊపందుకునే ప్రస్తుత సమాజం తమ అభిప్రాయాలను  బహిరంగంగా బాహాటంగా ‘నిర్భయం’గా బయటపెట్టి పరనింద, దూషణ, పరస్పర శత్రుత్వాన్ని ఆహ్వానించి తద్వారా న్యాయం చేస్తున్నాం అనుకునే పరిస్థితిలో మనం అంతకు రెట్టించిన అన్యాయం చేస్తోంది.

                  పోయిన జ్యోతి సింగ్ ప్రాణాన్ని భూమి మీద మనం చేసే విమర్శలు, శిక్షలు, శోకాలు, కన్నీళ్ళు తిరిగి తీసుకురాలేవు, ఆమె తల్లిదండ్రులకు ఏర్పడిన లోటు  పూరింపలేనిది, లక్ష గళాలు ఏకమైనా సరే ఇది అసాధ్యం.పోనీ అత్యాచారం అనేదానికి అనుకూలమైన వ్యక్తి ప్రపంచంలో ఎక్కడైనా ఉంటాడా, దీనిని ప్రపంచంలో ఏ సమాజం ఆమోదించదు. మరి ఇటువంటి దురదృష్టకరమైన పరిణామాలు ఎందుకు చోటు చేసుకుంటున్నాయి, ఇలాంటి పనులకు పూనుకున్న వ్యక్తులను శిక్షించడం మన బాధ్యత కాదా అంటే శిక్ష అనేది సమాజంలోని పరిస్థితిల్లో మార్పును తీసుకువోచ్చే విధంగా ఉండాలి కాని ఏ ఒక్క వ్యక్తినో బాద్యుడిని చేసి, ప్రతీ పౌరుడు న్యాయనిర్ణేతగా వ్యవహరించి అతడిని ఉరి తీసే విధంగానో, కొట్టి చంపే విధంగానో ఉండకూడదు. సమాజానికి తగిలిన ఇటువంటి గాయాలకు చికిత్స అవసరం. 

                             వాక్స్వాతంత్రం కలిగిన ప్రస్తుత ప్రపంచంలో ఉన్నతమైన విలువలతో కూడుకున్నప్పటికీ అవగాహన రాహిత్యంతో మూడవ వ్యక్తి చేసిన ఒక ప్రయోగం ( బి బి సి చానెల్ వారు తయారు చేసిన ఇండియాస్ డాటర్ అనబడు లఘు దృశ్య శ్రవణ నివేదిక)  తాము ప్రస్తుతం నివసిస్తున్న సమాజంలోని వ్యక్తులను కించపరిచే విధంగా ఉండడం ద్వారా నిజానిజాలను పక్కనపెట్టి త్వరితగతిన ఆవేశం చెందే లక్షణాలు ఉన్న యువత తమకు తామే తప్పుద్రోవలో పట్టే విధంగా ఉంది.ఇది ఒక అంశం అయితే తమ తలరాత ఎలా ఉంటుందో నిర్ణయించే ప్రభుత్వం మారడానికి ఎన్నో సంవత్సారాలు ఒపికపట్టే ప్రజలు ఒక వ్యక్తిని శిక్షించడానికి న్యాయాన్యాయ విచక్షణ కోల్పోయి నడి రోడ్ మీద ఒక వ్యక్తిని లాక్కొచ్చి కొట్టి చంపడం తీవ్రవాదం కాక మరేంటి. దీనిని ఖండించని వ్యక్తులు ప్రపంచంలో కాగడా పెట్టి వేలికిచూసినా కనిపించరు.

                          ఇటువంటి సంఘటన ప్రపంచంలో ఎదో మూలలో కాదు క్షమకు పుట్టిల్లుగా చరిత్ర చేత అభివర్ణింపబడిన, జీవ హింస మహా పాపం అన్న బుద్దుడు నడిచిన ఈ  భారత దేశంలో నాగాలాండ్ రాష్ట్రంలో జరగడం గతంలో ఎవరికంటా పడకుండా జరిగిన అత్యాచారం కన్నా దారుణం, అమానవీయం.దీనికి మనమందరం బాధ్యులమే.ఈ నేపధ్యంలో ఒకవేళ అవకాశం ఉంటే అత్యాచారానికి పాల్పడిన వ్యక్తిని బహిరంగంగా కొట్టి చంపే ప్రక్రియలో పాల్గొనడానికి ఎంతమంది ఉత్సాహపడతారు అనేది ఎవరికి వారు వేసుకోవలసిన ప్రశ్న,నా మటుకు నేను దీనిని తీవ్రంగా వ్యతిరేకిస్తాను. ప్రతీసమాజానికీ లాభమో లేదా నష్టమో జరగడానికి ఏ ఒక్క వ్యక్తీ ప్రత్యక్షంగా కానీ పరోక్షంగా కాని కారణం కాదు ఎందుకంటే వ్యక్తులందరూ కలిస్తేనే సమాజం అవుతుంది. 

                             ఒక విపత్కర పరిస్థితి ఏర్పడినప్పుడు  లేదా అనుకోని సంఘటన దానికి బాధ కలగడం సహజం అయితే బాధ వేరు భయం వేరు, బాధ అనేది మనల్ని భయపడే విధంగా చేస్తుంది, భయపడిన మనిషి తన అభిప్రాయానికి పక్షపాతి అయ్యే ప్రమాదం ఉంది.భయమనేది కేవలం ఊహ మాత్రమే, ఊహ అనేది ఎప్పటికీ నిజం కాలేదు. ఊహించి తీసుకున్న నిర్ణయానికి ఒక ప్రాణాన్ని వెలకట్టి బలివ్వడం ఎంతవరకు న్యాయం.??? ఇది సమాజాన్ని మార్చాలనే నిబద్ధతా,?? వ్యతిరేకించాలి అనే ‘నిర్భయ’మా??