Warning : Directionless non-sense ahead.
Monthly Archives: October 2008
From time immemorial, we have heard ‘what goes up must come down’. But why did we fail to remember this when we were caught in the trap of excessive consumerism, when money just came by, when everyone had access to loans, when everyone started talking about the real estate boom?
When greed took over reason, when people failed to see beyond the rising property prices and the investment tools, which yielded quick returns, when money, money and more money became the mantra people refused to accept the fact that good times do not last forever.
The blind faith that real estate prices will always rise, now has the whole world in shambles.
Job-cuts, salary cuts, unemployment, fall in income, decrease in consumption and decline in demand resulting in a fall in supply and production levels. How far can the production levels be cut for the dire need of sustaining oneself? Where is the world headed???
Gone are the days when flaunting a placement offer from a big shot MNC was the in-thing. Figures like 18 lakh p.a, 22 lakh p.a etc are soon going to be fancy figures as it once used to be. Luxurious flats, fancy cars, numerous investments I made and speculated on, spending lavishly which now I have come to accept as wasteful spending, almost nil savings, my dreams of leading a happy life has come crashing down. Very soon, we will get to hear people saying these lines repeatedly. Uncertainty has now become a gripping fear. Its a ‘here today nowhere tomorrow’ situation.
Now the whole world is running helter-skelter trying to figure out who to blame? The investors who fell for the trap? People who wished to make quick profits. The investment banks that bought the home loans and sold them in the share market? The banks who were lured into providing more loans to the common man without even bothering for an income proof? ( NINA oru VINA ayallo dhaivame) The loan defaulters who on the first place were forced upon these loans? The Fed Res chairman who held a strong belief in free market mechanism? Unregulated markets? Or that brilliant person whoever came up with the idea of Catastrophic Deceptive Ornaments oops, Collateral Debt Obligations which promised so much money in a short period of time and is now said to have brought the world to the brink of an economic holocaust?
What I fail to understand is that after every such turmoil, we have people coming up and saying we had predicted this, we knew this would happen etc.. But why wasn’t anything said and done when these predictions were actually made? Well, something like people failing to pay the loans back was obvious… But why was this overlooked?
Nevertheless, the inherent truth we need to accept is… It was just pure greed for money and that too easy money! Add to it excessive speculation and utter foolishness. Irrepressible consequences that were once predicted to be the result of a third world war need not necessarily be so anymore . Now my dear people, is the time that we will revert to simple living with hard earned money and stop building castles in the air!
Dear father, forgive me for I have
1. I started blogging when I was extremely jobless and felt like a total misfit during a certain period of early-life-crisis. Those 2 months saw me writing down all my frustrated creative pursuits in a journal. At the same time the hostel provided us with free Internet and I saw that some of my friends were into this thing called blogging. How could I be left behind then! I started writing random non-sense to my heart’s content
2. I forced my friends at gunpoint to read my blog and give their comments. Even though they gave me a positive response during those days, a few months later when I read those posts I was embarrassed to death.
3. When I made some references to my friends without revealing their real names but revealed their stupid antics which made it kind of obvious who they were, the number of faces who smiled at me decreased, the share of shared potato chips declined and I felt the gals were wary of opening their mouths in front of me.
4. When the craving for more smiley faces, more potato chips and endless sleepless banter rose, I started treating my blog like an English composition book.
5. I felt the previous title of my blog was rather too corny and decided to put this till I find another one which I like. The frequency of corni-ness and liking-ness is at an all time high.
6. Blogging which had once become an addiction now turned into a monthly affair. Consistency lord! consistency… why did you delete that in my dictionary? Not that I’m complaining 😉
7. I am bored due to long-term exposure I guess. Blogs that I liked then are not the ones I like now and I ‘m sure the ones I like now are not going to be the ones I like tomorrow. What is this psychological phenomenon of boredom due to repeated exposure called? If you know please share your gyan. As for some gyan I made up… there is just a three letter word difference between bluffing and blogging. Kickass kissass bloggers
bluffers amaze amuse me. ( just a failed attempt at wordplay)
8. My writing is faintly taking the shape of pointed bullets oops bullet points just coz I’m too lazy to write down structured sentences. okie, maybe it keeps my ramble to the point!
9. I was warned against blogging and blog-hopping during exams by a concerned soul… read amma who (monitors to check what I’m upto) reads and re-reads my blog almost every working day.
But I did that again! Thats my 9th mistake
10. And the 10th! I know I bored you with this non-sense.
Warning : Strictly not advisable for future recipients of the Nobel issued by the Swedish Central bank.
The noises of cluttering vessels disturbed my sleep. The other boys must be already awake. I tried to move my hand but it hurt. A faint beam of light from the streetlight across the road entered the room. I held my hand to the light. It was badly bruised and there were patches of blue and black on my skin. The owner of the hotel I work for beat me up last night. I retired to bed, crying, feeling extremely homesick. I wanted to be with my mother at that moment. I stayed awake for a long time the whole night thinking of my plight. I don’t know when I drifted to sleep.
I am Raghu, 11 years old. I hail from a village near Gulbarga. My father was a construction worker. He died in an accident. I am the eldest son. I have two younger sisters and a younger brother. My mother had a paralytic attack. After the attack, the whole responsibility of the family fell on me. My grandmother stays with us. She works as a house cleaner. I ran away from home, in search of a job. I boarded a train and ended up here in the city. There, I met a few more boys of my age who had run away from home like me. The boys took me to their ‘adda’. I saw a few older boys there. There was a strange smell in that place. It was petrol or something similar to that. Later they told me it was a substance used as a thinner for whitener. The boys would dip the cloth and sniff at it. They seemed to get a high doing so. A few days in their company, even I started liking it. The boys took me to a place where we could do some menial jobs like rag picking and earn money. The boys warned me against few people, who belonged to the NGOs. We would sleep in the railway coaches. We slip ourselves in through the gaps in between the coaches. That is, we would enter through the vestibule.
After a few days, a man came to us claiming that he could provide us with better jobs. Few boys were wary of him. However, I readily agreed to go with him. He took me to a hotel. The owner dragged me inside. I saw few more boys of my age there. There was a small dark room, where 10 of us had to stay. The owner said he would pay me Rs.300/- per month if I worked from morning 5 to evening 10. I would also be given food. I was quite happy. At least, now I could earn some money, save it and take it home. I could feed my family. With these hopes, I started work. First few days, things were quite okay… We weren’t allowed to enter the dining area of the hotel. Our job included cutting vegetables, washing utensils, grinding the flour and cleaning up after the hotel was shut. We used to be locked up in the dark room, where no one except the hotel owner could enter. Sometimes, I wonder if anyone from the outside world knows about our existence here. But yes, sometimes I used to see the owner taking away some boys with strange looking men. The boys said they were paid extra money for doing those things with them.
Last night while washing the vessels, I broke a plate. The owner was infuriated and he beat me up. I have seen my mates being tortured and harassed in the same way. A few tried to run away but were caught. Some of the boys told me about this number 1098. If I called them, they would come and rescue us it seems. These people would put us in some NGOs that the boys at the railway station were talking about. We would be provided with food, clothes, and even sent to school. But, none of us has the guts to call that number.
Anyways, I am ready to suffer as long as I will be able to earn some money. If I go to the NGO, I may be assured of three meals a day. But, what about the rest of my family? How can I go to school, when my younger siblings would die of starvation? Isn’t it much better to earn some money? I don’t know how long will I suffer like this. But, when I know I am doing this for my family the suffering is no longer a pain.
I can feel someone pulling away my sheet, which is a tattered piece of cloth.
“Get up or else, he will break your bones again,” my friend was screaming at me. It’s just another day for me.
Today it’s going to be 2 years since the ban on employment of children below 14 years of age as domestic servants or in dhabas (roadside eateries), restaurants, hotels, motels, teashops, resorts, spas or in other recreational centers came into force. This is a work of fiction based on few accounts, I heard from the kids who were rescued by the NGO I worked for. Each time a kid asked me,” You’ll give me education but what about my family that will die of starvation if I don’t earn? Will you give me enough money to sustain my family?”… I was left at a loss for words.
Hari, tagged me with this one… honestly, a hopeless unromantic like me can’t do justice to this one.