The World Is In Me

Just saw My Name is Khan, nice movie. It really evoked in me ideas that were churning in since long. We stay in a society which we like to believe is “a diversified one but still united.” At least that is what is taught to us as I was growing up. But as I am coming out of my cocoon and exploring the world around me, this believe, which I too also shared, is starting to crumble down. Are we really united? Do we have really have the feeling to stand for each other’s cause or what exactly is this division, that I now believe does exit, is based upon? Like these, plethora of weird questions come in my mind as I am writing these very words. With the observation I have over the period of time, I am bound to believe that we are living in a society which has become more sensitive towards ideas, comments or any form of expression than that of our grandparents. And it will continue to increase in future. The world around us has become more polarised basing upon religion, caste, gender, sexu...

Yesterday I saw Invictus , a wonderful movie by Clint Eastwood. It is about the time of Nelson Mandela when he was just elected as the president of South Africa post apartheid. It showed how divided the country was during that time and how Madiba (as Nelson is called by inhabitants) forged unity among the people by inspiring François Pienaar, the then captain of Springbok( South African National Rugby team), who later goes on to win world cup for his country. A truely inspiring movie and the most inspiring was the poem that Nelson mentioned, Invictus. The poem that kept him standing when all he wanted to do was to lie down in the prison of Robben Island where he remained for eighteen years of his twenty seven years in jail. Friends I will like to share with you the poem. Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings ...

“Bhaiya didn’t they gave a demo of how to play a cd in this”, anxious Mayank, with a torch in his hand to help me look inside the CPU, asked me. Again gaining composure on myself I steadily jacked all the wires to the DVD writer and then slowly slide the metal lid of the CPU to close it, and the electronic circuit , laughing like a baby as it has been successful in hiding the compact disc inside it, was devoured of light. “Bhaiya you should have been bit careful”, Mayank continued. I had to answer now, showing my newly nurtured all-izz-well attitude I said, “No issues Mayank, tomorrow I shall give a call to the DELL call centre, guys will come and this DVD-Writer will be back in life.” Tensed Mayan left for the day saying adieu. Closing the door behind me I again switched on my UPS through which the life flowed back to my sleeping baby monster DELL INSPIRON 560s, my first desktop, whose DVD-Writer has few moments back have just swallowed one small diametric compact disc and no...