Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Haan Bhaiiyaa All is well....

Long, long time. I know. Cant say that I didnt wanna write all this time but then again; hobby always takes a back seat to your bread and butter tasks.
Just the other day had a discussion with a friend about how you really cant pursue your dreams so to say in the Indian system. I mean "all is well" sounds all too well in a movie and there you get to really exercise your passion and what not but how feasible is it???

I totally agreed with the vision in the movie and then again; I am sure it wont be easy to pursue that in India. You are expected to run the rat race; not just to try and be the top rat but also be just like everyone else. Your colors shouldnt be different than those of the others and God forbid; if you have stripes... you are just doomed. We pursue forced excellence and we dont contest the fact that we really dont have an option any which ways.
Sometimes every once in their life; everyone realizes that they dont wanna be a doctor or engineer or lawyer or anything tht needs studying. They love the tilting notes of music and the rigor of sport and writing poetry and painting a dream and doing everything their heart tells. They start to think about pursuing it as a career, the rainbow starts forming and then reality sets in. The rainbow is painted black and it only co-relates to the small illegit print in their books and the disinterest in their hearts.
Young hearts lose to their minds. They succumb to social, parental and all sorts of pressure and they go running for a piece of paper boat that will get them their bank balance. They see sporadic cases of a SRK, a Sachin, Shreya Ghoshal and they second check their heart. Could I have been that name?? They regurgitate on their thoughts, they drink, they flasify their happiness and they drink again. They fail expectations and they drink again. They take pills and they drink again. They dont die and they drink again...
They keep on drinking until they lose their color, drop their stripes and become a RAT and then they celebrate their conversion and they drink again....
And then every once in a while someone shows them a dream, shows them the smooth river and the green hills and small pad and a swaggering hammock and shows them Leh, Ladakh and a beautiful Kareena and sings to them that "All is well" and tells them that they should " get a chance to grow up once again" and that there is pot of gold behind that colorful rainbow and the people from the happiness starved black-rainbow nation lap it up cos they see a reflection they saw in their youth and for a moment they forget their mundane lives and they join in the chant...
Haan Bhaiiyaa All is well....