On freedom of expression

In school, I was a mediocre student. So while the teachers were yapping in classroom, little I understood them. It wasn’t like I didn’t pay them any attention. It was just that half of the things they said, I didn’t understand and I was meek enough to not ask for a explaination.

All this background info was needed to tell that I have limited information about freedom of expression. I think this is a newly discovered thing among people. Recently I have seen people using this term online


What I understand about freedom of expression is, that one is free to say things he wants to say.

This freedom often ends up hurting people. Or maybe it provokes people. People don’t like getting hurt. The thing is kinda selfish. People, these days, are like, I can say whatever I want to say because it is my birthright but if someone offends me then I will not spare them. This freedom should be two-way. If you are free to say what you want to say, then you should also listen to what others have to say. But this isn’t the way. Apparently, people like to talk but they don’t listen.


Clouds, Stupidity and Good Looking Faces

The night is cloudy. I don’t see any stars. I think the clouds have had too much pastime and it’s due time they do their work. And in this case, they should rain.

I had rain on my mind, before it went back to Varnika Kundu. I don’t know why.

I got acquainted with her, thanks to the news. The news is that two guys chased her in Chandigarh. She called the Police and they were in jail shortly after. One of them was Vikas Barala, son of a BJP leader. Now what proceeded next is known to all, he got bail.

All of this seems simple as I type it. I want it to be, but it’s not. This case (I ain’t a journalist or one of related folks), is messed up. I have opposing thoughts about it. A word of caution, my thoughts have grains of stupidity in them.

The first view is simple. I’ve heard about Rohtak sisters and Jasleen Kaur. Both of those involved women who took unfair advantage of men and made their lives hell. So it is another one of those cases. This woman, Varnika, in hope of getting some fame, got Vikas behind bars.

The second thought is that Varnika is innocent. She’s just a regular person who is happy in her own world. Vikas’ father is a top honcho in BJP. The social norm is that young people abuse their powers. So, Vikas harassed Varnika because he had some sort of superpower given to him by his father.

It was all this and nothing more. Thoughts I had after reading news. All this until I saw this.



I didn’t know ShainaNC. I looked at her DP and thought, she looks good. She did tweet this picture and intrigued me enough to do a google search.

Google told me that she is a spokesperson for BJP. Just another good looking face chosen by HighCommand to speak about their propaganda. She did tweet this. But later she removed it and hid behind the excuse that her account was hacked. Apparently, her account getting hacked led her to an epiphany and she stood with Varnika shortly after, with a hashtag #IstandwithVarnika. Maybe hacking of account is online synonym of change of heart.

It is a mess. Thick, thin and unsettling. Truth is hidden somewhere and no one knows what it looks like. Or what it sounds like.
But we’ve got media and people working tirelessly to solve it. Maybe after countless posts, comments and debates later, we’ll know the truth.

It’s night. I should sleep.

Problems of A Common Man

Problem. It is a harmless word in itself. But the burden it carries is phenomenal. I don’t like it. The untold rule of generalisation is, if I don’t like a thing, then people don’t like it. Going by this rule, it is evident no one likes problems.

Things I have Problem With
Everything which I don’t like or find irksome, I have a problem with.

But I’m a sane human. I know problems are a part of life. It is inseparable. Life has a problem. Solve it and another comes. Life is  spent on this. But if every problem is solved, then life’s a big scary unknown. And again going by the untold rule of generalisation, no one would like that. So I remain content with my life. I have problems. And I know how to cope with them. But still there are some things which are so ugly, it is impossible to ignore them. They are meant to be hated blindly. These things are numerous, and the untold rule of generalisation tells me that everyone would like to know them.

So without further ado, here they are.

I love Politics, but I hate politicians. Politics is a good thing. It is a tool we need to deal with some of our problems. I love it. I love it for the simple fact that it is meant for humans to engage in finding solutions for their problems in a civilised way. I also love it for the fact that it saves me from continuous pestering by my old man, as he leaves me alone when he discusses it with his tea-friends enthusiastically.

So I hate politicians. Everyone does. But I am not in this hate-fest like everyone. I have valid reasons.

Election comes, along with politicians. The politician then visits homes of common people. He promises them a bright future. A future where ‘vikas’ is everywhere. A future where the common man won’t have to lose his slippers to Govt. Offices. And the common man believes it. He votes for him. He makes him MP & MLA. He hopes that politician will work for him and will take decision which will make his life easier. But reality is bitter. All they do is bitching about each other, kadi ninda, throwing chairs at each other, scams, and occasionally sleeping in Parliament. Post-election, they are nowhere to be seen and so are their promises.

This is a valid reason for hating them. But I don’t hate them for it.  The profession of politician requires a man to do certain things. Now it’s a totally different matter that the things are fooling common man with fake promises and visiting their homes. They do them to be a politician. Now hating a person for being true to himself is wrong. And I’m optimistic that under this facade of a politician, is a person who is another common man. A man who earns and cares for his family.

The Perks of being a Wallflower Politician
The profession of politician is a lucrative one. And it has numerous perks.

By being a politician, one receives infinite ‘ijjat’ and garlands wherever he goes. He attracts people. People come to him like a pan spit to the Govt. Office’s walls. People continuously say big things about him and even then he stays humble and down to earth. He accepts what people say but never lets it get to his head. He is always fighting a battle between between being humble and having a puffy ego. And he always stays humble. It is not known how he does it. Perhaps this struggle is what makes him a great man and we read about him in our books.

Another perk a politician has is, they don’t even have to try to become famous. The smallest of oddity or happening to them makes headlines and breaking news. It is like the profession of politician changes a person’s DNA. It changes them on a cellular level. They attract attention without even trying. What’s more, they pass it on to their kids in ‘virasat.’

Another perk a politician has, is job and financial security for himself and his upcoming ‘saat pushtein.’ Even God is yet to see a politician doing another job and his kids always seem to follow him. And this is a big perk. The way one politician makes the lives of seven generations easier is a commendable task. And this definitely makes him a great man. It is rare when a person thinks for someone other than himself before doing a work. If above is not the reason, then this is definitely why we read about him in our books.

I hate politicians for these perks they have. I hate them because they have it and I don’t. I hate politicians because I am not one.

Even though I am not one yet, I am trying to become one. And I do it constantly. Perseverance is the key to success.

Why Am I Single

आजकल रात को कई बार नींद खुल जाती है। उठकर एक लंबी उबासी लेता हूँ। आसपास देखता हूँ तो पाता हूँ की सन्नाटा पसरा है।
एक दोस्त को जब ये बात बताई तो उसने  कहा कि भाई तुम्हे प्यार हो गया है। एक पल हमने ये सुना, दूसरे पल उसको दुत्कारा। पर तीसरे पल मैं खुद सोच में पड़ गया। बात में सत्यता कुछ नहीं तो झूठ भी कुछ नहीं है।

प्यार। इस मर्ज की बात करे तो अगर गीत, संगीत और उनसे जुडी चीजो की देखे तो आजकल का युवा इससे पीड़ित है। जो इससे पीड़ित नहीं है वो इससे होना चाहते है। पर चूँकि लेख में मुद्दा हमने उठाया है, तो हम ही बात करेंगे।

आजतक हमसे प्यार ना पाया गया। इसको पाने के लिए प्रचलन में जितने तरीके है, सबको आजमाकर देखा गया था। ज्यादातर हमारे सन्दर्भ में नाकामयाब रहे तो कुछ-एक चलन से बाहर हो चुके थे। जैसे की पुराने वक़्त में जब बन्दा किसी लड़की के साथ टकराता था, तो लड़की के हाथों में से पन्ने-किताबें पद जाते थे और जब वो दोनों उन्हें समेटते थे, तब उनकी नजरें चार हो जाती थी और फिर धीरे-धीरे उनमे प्यार पनप जाता था। हमने इस नुस्ख़े को आजमाने की जुर्रत की। किताबें पड़ी तो सही पर जब बटोरने का समय आया तो तो हमे होश नहीं और हम सीधे चले आये। पीछे से स्टुपिड इडियट जैसा भी कुछ सुना। जब ये वाकया हुआ, तब हमारा दूसरे प्रचलित नुस्खों से भी भरोसा उठ गया और हमने उन्हें तुरंत प्रभाव के साथ त्याग दिया।

जब पुराने प्रचलित नुस्खों से हमारे उद्देश्य की पूर्ती ना हुई, तब हमने नए सिरे से सोचना शुरू किया। पुरानी बातों से कुछ मिला ना मिला, पर सबक जरूर मिला था।

नए सिरे से सोचने पर पहले लगा की 20 बरस तक भी हमें एक कन्या के साथ का सौभाग्य ना मिला, तो इसके पीछे जरूर ना जरूर कायनात का हाथ है। कायनात की नहीं तो कम से कम हमारे सदा ज्वलनशील पड़ोसियों का तो हाथ जरूर है।

नए सिरे से सोचा तो कुछ ना मिला। देखा तो कुछ-कुछ समझ में आया। हरियाणा में मेल-फीमेल सेक्स रेश्यो सदा ही कम रहा है। हालांकि बीते वक़्त में इसमें कुछ सुधार आया है, पर फिर भी चिंताजनक है। याददाश्त टटोल कर पाया की हरियाणा में शायद 1000 लड़को पर 861 लड़कियां थी। यानी की 139 लड़के रंडुए। उन 139 में से मैं भी एक।

मुझे रंडुआ बनाने में कायनात का हाथ है। साथ ही ज्वलनशील पड़ोसियों का भी। शुरुआत से ही उपरवाले से शिकायत थी की उसने मेरे लिए किसी को नहीं बनाया। अब पाता हूँ क़ि उपरवाले ने अपना काम सही किया। ये तो नीचेवाले है जो स्यापा कर बैठे। कोख में ही मार डाला होगा बेचारी को। और साल-दर-साल ना जाने कितनी बेचारियां हुई होंगी। पूरी वजह अब समझ में आई।

बात अब हम मान चुके है की रंडुए ही रहेंगे। पर फिर भी दिल है की मानता ही नहीं है। हर एक खूबसूरत चेहरे को देखते ही खुश हो जाता है। मानो कुछ तलाशता है। शायद दिल को फैक्ट्स समझ में नहीं आते है। इसे अभी भी लगता है कि ये 139 नहीं, उन 861 बन्दों में से एक है।

खैर जब तक ना मिले, हम ढूँढ़ते रहेंगे। बड़ी अच्छी चीज बताया है इश्क़ को।