No, these are not the lines from any Biblical document. It’s something more sacred to our lives nowadays. Today’s saga is about technology and gadgets and how they have taken over our lives. Some say in a good way and say otherwise, but still we have to respect the size of impact. Few months back I went to some of my relatives, in fact a cousin sister. She is happily married with a loving husband and two adorable kids. As I went to their home, I was expecting it to be an old fashion get-together with me entering the door and the kids running to hug their loving uncle, dangling all around my neck and going crazy to open the chocolates and comics I brought for them. Sadly, the scenario was not quite warm as per my perception.
Door being open, I entered the house, for a second, I got a feeling that no one was home. Strange thoughts started coming to my mind to justify the horrifying silence in the house. Kids getting hurt and they have to run to hospital, my sister has poisoned the family after finding their lives to be pointless or all being served by a serial killer. Anyways, none was true as the silence was broken by some faint noises from the living room. I moved towards the living room and found two kids playing play station with their head phones on, a fat seven year old girl and fatter ten year old boy, yup they were my sisters. To my relief at least two members of the family were not dead. I reached closer to the kids, standing at an angle from which they can surely see me from the corner of their eye and then can go crazy to see their favorite uncle, but all in vain. Their eyes were totally tunneled into the television, and I was looking like an ass.
I was saved from this embarrassment by my sister and her husband who came there from behind. We started with quite a normal conventional conversation as they asked about me and my parents, and me about theirs. The discussion then came to their kids and as any mother, she started telling about the achievements and how well they were doing at school and all. After a while she asked both of her kids to leave the game and say hello to me. The look on the kids face was not that happy as they looked towards me and have to leave their interesting game in between. Anyways they came and said hello to me in dead tone. I was sure I was not their favorite person at that moment. To mend our ties I started the conversation with the boy about the game he was playing. This conversation got his attention and he started telling me about all the DVDs and different sorts of game he had. To be a part of the conversation I also started chatting about some of the games from my time, like super Mario and Contra. Listening to this, his face filled up with disgust as he was sure now that I knew nothing about the new gaming world. With the same constant loathing, he handed me a DVD with Tekken 5 written over it. “It’s the new stuff” he said. I was being educated as he told me that people don’t even talk about super Mario or Contra any more. He also told me about a new game called GTA, in which the hero basically steal peoples cars on gun point and even kills them as per need. For some strange reason this was also his favorite game.
I was feeling quite cornered and so I tried to change the topic by asking about some of things I was good at, like outdoor games and stuff. I asked him “Do you like football ?”. He shook his head in affirmation and handed me a DVD of FIFA 12 , another game of play station. I said “No, I mean the real football”. Again with a sickened look he said “Its so real… Have you seen the graphics ?” Now I have got my answer and also the reason for his not so athletic body. During this whole time the 7 year old girl was watching some sort of Chinese cartoon called Doremon, which was not funny at all. The belly of the main character of the cartoon was same size as his head, which was quite scary. The other characters too were sharp, edgy and annoying, but she was totally in heaven watching them. I spent my rest of the evening talking with the parents as the children left for games again. My sister told me that the kids don’t play any outdoor games and in fact they get ill if they play outside house. Both have weak eye sight as they spend most the time in video games. My heart was heavy with sadness as I left the home after dinner. I was thinking about the kids and the way they are living their lives.
Sometimes we think that all these technologies and gadgets we gather in our home are going to make our lives easier, but what I saw was quite an opposite scene. We have filled our lives with computers, ipods/ipads, playstations, mobiles and what not, that we have stop living life itself. The sad part is that we are doing same with the coming generation. Friends, next time if you are being called to a kids birthday party, don’t give a play station or iphone/Nintendo or other crap like that. Give something real, so that it may help the child in becoming social in a true way.
Hey folks, forget about Ragini MMS or a breathtaking item number by Sunny Leone. Today we are going to discuss a much more seductive and vibrant topic. Its Narendra Modi and his item numbers for the much awaited upcoming elections. Oh God, My head really spins when I think about this issue. There is so much to say, practically I don’t know where to start. But still let’s start from smaller things, things we found commonly in our everyday lives.
This article is not going to be about the big bulky presentations showing the histograms and pie charts of Gujarat’s fake success and prosperity. Neither its about changing your love and devotion for Mr. Modi. It’s more about perception and how it changes with time. I really at some point in time used to boast about the circle of intellectual friends I had. Both Muslims and non Muslims, But from some time it has really started hurting me, seeing the view points of my so called friends. I don’t know if these elections have given me something good, but I am still happy that at least it has unleashed the real faces of people around me. I don’t like judging and I never judge people, but still after collecting the statistical data for quite a long time, I think I have found different categories of people and also their versatile ways of showing their love towards Mr. Modi. Today, we will be discussing these categories here.
So let’s talk about the first category of people who like Mr. Modi. These people generally as seen don’t have the influence of their own. They make their choices based on what is popular among other people. For them opinions are more like fashion trends. But despite of being intellectually mute, these people are those who we find most of the times on social networking sites. They don’t have morals and values; in fact they don’t understand the meaning of the same. They have only one religion, its COPY and PASTE. But they are actually dumb people and they have innate desire to be considered as intellectual people. The facebook pages usually have different updates like “Modi Lao desh Bachao” and other updates discussing the item number by Sunny leone, candy crush scores and sad romantic Shayari. These are the same people who mistake Nelson Mandela for being a Hollywood actor and mourn his death by updating a Morgan Freeman picture.
The second category belongs to pseudo intellectuals. This is really an interesting category of people. You really need to assess them thoroughly or you might miss their fake intellectualism and mistake them for real learned people. Such people are sort of moderately hard working, as they read few things on the internet about the topic they already have a judgment about. For Example, if they like Mr. Modi and his efforts, they will open Google and selectively read the articles and data affirming the same and to prove their point to those who think otherwise. What I have consistent with such people is that their notion is driven by a religious strife. Most of the time you can see such people coming up with statements like “Its now our time” and “Jai Modi, Jai Hindutva”
The thing which I have found common among the above two categories, is the unjustifiable belief that Mr Narendra Modi is an answer for Muslim extremism and to prove it the man has done wonders in the past (2002, Gujarat). Usually, the people don’t openly discuss this reason but it’s very much obvious from the popular consensus that why they support Modi. The reason why this communal justification is not discussed openly, is plain and simple that it’s DISGUSTING. People don’t want to be considered or tagged as communal in any way, even if they are.
The third category of people is what I really respect, not for their opinion but for the research they put in before coming to a particular notion. Such people have beautiful qualities like reasoning, analyzing and the most of all, acceptance if they come in contact with a piece of information which is even against their perception. Such category is rare but affective. Such people have their morals and values based on truth and humanity and not on people and popular perceptions. I just wish such people were more in number.
Anyways, don’t consider this article to be an attempt from my side to make you recheck your conscience. To be true, it’s not. I just want people to know that they don’t have to give lame excuses to justify their love for a murderer. Everyone knows what the reason is. So be confident and raise your voice loud enough so the nation can hear your reasons, no matter how disgusting they are.
I will start this article with a special quote by Sir Winston Churchill “ When I saw you, I came to know, O my beloved….love is crazy, O my beloved”. Some of the readers might be thinking why I started with a quote given by a famous belly dancer named Sir Winston Churchill. Wait…. Now some of you will read on thinking that I am right about Winston Churchill being a belly dancer while some of you may think that wait a sec…. Winston Churchill is not a belly dancer, he is someone related to politics. Actually its true, Winston Churchill was a British politician who was in fact the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom from 1940 to 1945 and again from 1951 to 1955. The truth is that the quote is also not by Sir Winston Churchill. Its actually translation of a song from a Bollywood movie “Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayengey”. The Song goes like “Tujhey dekha to yeh jaana sanam, Pyar hota hai deewaana sanam”. Isnt this funny…?? No, actually its not. There is a reason for this mockery.
Its been a while that I am seeing some pathetic arguments being associated to people who never would have spoken such words. The irony of the new age facebook intellectualism is that no one is spared from this “quotes attribution”. Presidents, Social workers, celebrities and even religious figures are associated with statements they never said, degrading the history in a very unique way. We live in a world where most of the information is been taken from internet and without a doubt its very helpful. But Somewhere it has slipped from peoples mind that whatever we found on the internet, need not be true. Sadly there is class of people who believe in concept of copy and paste, and by default take internets word for granted.
We need to understand that there is reason why historians around the world, no matter political, scientific or religious scholars have dedicated their lives to safe guard the history by connecting the dots or we can say the chain of narrators. The disrespect is profound for these scholars when we slander words/quotes/statements, never said by the people, we attribute them to. When we say or write something for which we have no reference, actually we are committing a crime by telling someone a lie or in fact bigger crimes by putting it on platform like Internet, which nowadays has become a celebrated venue for the knowledge seekers.
Its not at all wrong to take information from Internet, but its wrong not to recheck the facts given there. Its how we pay our respect to the people who have dedicated their lives to provide us with true, unadulterated history. Its my humble request to the people reading this… Please check your facts before you tell them to anyone.
P.S: Nelson Mandela and Morgan Freeman are different people.
By Syed Danish