Wednesday, 7 May 2014

This Great Indian Tale of Alimentation will make you #Vote4Children

Picture Source: ibnlive.in.com

The last time I was home, I fought a battle every morning – a battle between those few extra minutes of sleep and the loud, shrill noises of hammers, drills and other cacophonous machines early in the morning. Some renovation work barely 20m away from my place had been stealing that precious morning peace. Irritated, I would get up, turn to the window, curse the unnamed and then go back to bed. This had become kind of a routine. But then some days, I would actually LOOK.

Through the cloud of thick brick dust you could see two girls playing in the heaps of sand until they were shouted upon by a lady-worker. For some reason unknown, they caught my eye.

So walking past the site, I observed them closely one fine morning. Covered in an old donated over-sized frock, the younger one was hanging playfully on the “Karya Pragati pe hai” (Construction in Progress) sign while the other was making sure she doesn’t fall.

“Biscuit khaaoge?” I asked with an involuntary smile.

The little one looked at her exhausted counterpart as if seeking her approval. She was short, petite with an observable pot-belly beneath her clothes. The hay-like growth on her head was haphazardly combed. She came over to me hesitantly, grabbed both packets and ran to hide behind the elder one.

“Ye tumhari behen hai?”     
                                                                             
Itching her dry, dull brown flaky skin, the latter nodded and turned her sunken eyes to the biscuits. She had hair that was sparse, dirty brown and bones prominent enough to study Anatomy on. She looked ill, weak and tired.

The poor health among children like these requires no expert diagnosis. For a country boasting of possessing limitless potential owing to its 40% population being children, the present scenario is a disgrace.

It is estimated that 1.83 million Indian children die every year before the age of 5, most of them related to malnutrition. Some of the following unfortunate figures released by the National Family Health Survey (2005-06) reflect the sad set-up of our Health-care:
  • ·         Out of children under the age of 5, 42.5% are underweight and 48% stunted due to chronic under-nutrition
  • ·         79% are Anemic
  • ·         5.7% suffer from eye signs of Vitamin A Deficiency – the most common cause of preventable blindness.

The statistics themselves tell the tale of the disaster we are heading to.

Despite the various development programs and schemes launched by the Government, we still have a long way to go before we reach the targets under the first United Nations Millennium Development Goals. Malnourishment jeopardizes children’s health, development and survival slowing down the overall national progress. It is an ominous threat to our present and future which needs to be taken care of with optimal attention.
The need of the hour is to build a system that'll fortify our little angels for they hold the vision to a prosperous India that we have been dreaming of since August 15th, 1947.

This post is a part of the #Vote4Children Blog-a-thon on Youth Ki Awaaz. Find out more at: http://www.youthkiawaaz.com/vote4children

Tuesday, 6 May 2014

Who's up for some Blame-Game?


I could bet the universe that at some point in your life you have experienced this. You can’t deny, for there is ABSOLUTELY NO WAY that a normal functional human being living this circus of life has escaped such feelings. Of course may be not in a way as deep, or even shallow for some, as described but we all have had our share of negativities. There must have been those ineluctable moments when the hopes and dreams you held very tightly and certainly most dearly to your heart crashed right in front of your eyes. And the worst of all was to do nothing but look at those shattered pieces that lie on the ground mocking you.

Let’s see, ever thought of how tormenting it is for a writer who had a mind-blowing, career-changing idea in his imagination to sit down but not come across one freaking palatable sentence; or to a musician when his guitar would just refuse to strike the perfect note even after months of practice leaving his composition incomplete for god-knows-how-long. Can you imagine the level of ineptitude a successful soccer player has to live with carrying the burden of being the reason for his team’s defeat in a crucial game; or the sorrow of a 50-year-old virgin having lived a long, unloved life?
Well, I can’t say much about these people but I, being an ex +2 student of science, sure can, without A PENNY OF DOUBT, assure you that it is highly agonising to give endless competitive exams and not attain desired results!! *sigh*

Anyways so my point is that, naturally, we have all had our fair share of loss, failure, desperation, desolation, hopelessness and unfulfilled desires...

Dark times, they say.

Don’t they make you feel absolutely worthless? Those gloomy days which seem no good, followed by those empty nights of loneliness and despair?  The agonising hours spent whining over the past and those unbearable moments of frustration and low-self esteem? Did you ever have that unexplainable stubborn void in your life which no matter what you do, refuses to get filled; the times when the failure is just too much to handle or the violent feeling of underachievement which grips your conscience to a point intolerable and doesn’t let go? Don’t you frequently lose confidence in yourself?
                                                                                       
If you can even slightly empathize with these feelings, welcome to the club of people with absolutely normal psychiatric health!

But that's inexcusable, right? Who is to unmask the culprit of the emotional inconvenience we face?

Maybe we can pin point those child prodigies that our world has witnessed over the years – pure geniuses who have contributed to various fields and made a difference at an age when ordinary mortals like you and I were still playing in the sandbox getting our clothes dirty. The list of such astonishing kids is as long as the Nile – Beethoven who composed his first symphony at 5 despite being slightly deaf; Akrit Jaswal who performed his first surgery at the age of 7; Gregory Smith who was nominated for a Nobel Prize at the age of 12. Hell, ourSachin Tendulkar made his sensational Cricket debut at the age of 16! I mean, it literally compels an average being to wonder what he is even living for. So it’s probably them who make you to feel like a useless nomad searching for an aim.

And of course, how can the high expectations from our families and the society skip the accusations. (“.. Aur 5 bajke 16 minte pe abba ne kaha - Mera Beta Engineer banega. Farhaan Qureshi, B.Tech engineer!”)

Even though all this might be true I’m still pretty convinced that, especially for us girls, it is also a result of those ridiculously romantic movies which convey the message that your lifetime is an absolute nuisance without that one tall, handsome, perfect, glittering guy who’ll always sweep you off your feet, solve each and every hurdle you face and be by your side forever and EVER AND EVERRRRR *sarcastic-Awwww* (Yes Twilight, I’m talking to you).

Aargh, damn them all right? Why can’t they just let you live in peace?

But hey, don’t you think that somewhere voluntary over-activity of the entity sitting comfortably inside your head, occupying all of the 1300cc of your cranial capacity is responsible for your emotional tides? Aren’t you too harsh on yourself; because you KEEP THINKING, thinking that you are not good enough and will never be? Well then, let me have the honor to pour some light over a well-known but not very well understood and accepted fact - all of the hurt we experience in life is the result of our own mind. 
This little rascal has the tendency to oscillate between our Fantasies and the Truth creating turmoil of unwanted thoughts and emotions within us. Nothing but merely the illusions created by our own self cause all the sufferings.It is okay to feel dejected and trapped at times when our expectations don’t hi-five realities. But that doesn’t justify sitting down with these issues and analysing them over and over again. Just know that the world has been through much worse than what you may face in your entire life time. One unfavourable incident or decision never has and never will mean that your life is over. Negativity doesn’t kill people, Wars and diseases do.

So whatever may be the reason, no one can help you cope with your misery but yourself. If a person doesn't know how to keep himself happy, then nobody else can. Neither Beethoven, nor Rancho and definitely not Edward Cullen! If you are searching for that one person who is going to change your life, just take a look in the mirror. For better or worse, is your choice.

Remember forever that you are as precious and unique as a beautiful shining star in the night sky; never 
think any less of yourself.

Everything may be done in one's strength and beyond to climb their very own Stairway to Heaven, it is still difficult to escape those disappointing vibes until we get what we want, after all how can a person be satisfied unless he has reached his ultimate destination? Satisfaction limits our potential. It is a devil for the ambitious, but contentment isn’t. The latter is about finding happiness in what all we already have while constantly working towards achieving more and more!
The key is to simply keeping watering the magic beans of your dreams with your blood and sweat without paying heed to the outcomes, and in no time will you be the Jack of your very own beanstalk.

I recently came across a lovely article which gave the mathematical explanation of why our birth itself is a wonderful occurrence – Going way back in history if we calculate the probability of the first couple of your family meeting each other, getting married and having the exact ovum and sperm to fertilise which would give rise to your subsequent ancestor – that too GENERATION AFTER GENERATION ACCURATELY, right down to your parents – the odds of you existing at all are merely 1 in 10 2,685,000 (which is basically zero!)

Mathematically speaking, it is a miracle that you are actually reading this blog.

So the next time you dare feel low don’t ever hesitate to go out, treat yourself with an ice-cream, celebrate and act like the miracle that you are, after all it has been numerically proven. Come on now, give me that 1 in 10 2,685,000 smile! :D

Friday, 17 January 2014

TO THE YOUNGER ONES!

“Ghar kab aa rhi hai?” she asked over the phone with an unusual tone of excitement and impatience in her voice as we came to conclude our weekly catching up.

What was she looking forward to?

It’s not like this wasn’t a part of her routine questionnaire – “Hiiiiii. Kaisi hai? Pata hai .... *blah blah blah* ...*gossip gossip* ...  *little giggling* ...Aur ghar kab aa rahi hai? Okay, le mummy se baat kar.” and then the phone would go to our idyllic mother.

How does it really matter? What’s so different this time?
I shouldn’t be surprised.

“Aa jaaenge, what’s the rush?” I replied in my habitual manner, without expressing the curiosity dwelling inside of me.
“Uhmm, nothing.” she said and without mentioning another word of this awkwardness we continued with our mundane conversation.

She is my 14-year old sister. We exist with an age gap of about 5 years and 6 months. Pick up any criteria of comparing two human beings and you’ll find that we are poles apart. Even after not having the same taste (be it food or music), having different issues to deal with everyday and virtually no common ideologies – in short being absolutely different – something makes us click. 

The Younger Ones.
Who are they?

They are the ones who take control of your stuff without even bothering to ask.
The ones who have “beautified” your skin with all their scratch and bite marks when you were kids, whose share of scolding you are awarded with in an event of a mutual hoo-hah you’ve caused.
The ones with whom you have had a horrible fight one night and then wake up the next day like nothing happened.
Those with whom you share a five-rupee chocolate.
They're the ones who eat up their portion of that chocolate, then look at you with the innocence of a puppy in their eyes so that you end up giving them yours too.




Who are these little devils? What makes them so very special?

They are the light of our homes. The Pampered Ones.

While my mother was waiting for the stork, I couldn't help but be all hyper-excited for my new friend to come. After all, what greater joy is there for a kid than to have a permanent friend who lives with them!

When a younger sibling is born, they bring with them unaccountable joy and happiness.
I remember covering the 200-meters from my school-bus stop to home like Usain Bolt upon receiving the news of my sister’s arrival!

We are ECSTATIC! Ecstatic because now we have a companion who will always be available, a friend to rely upon with eyes closed and hands tied. Even though they are not able to recognize us at this moment, someday we are going to be their most reliable secret-keepers.

The Younger Ones, WHO are they?

They are your very first experience of a responsibility.

They make you the “third parent”. From looking after them when mom is away, making their projects and helping them with assignments to covering up their blunders and getting those outing-permissions for them, you've probably done it all.


They are the ones who drive you nuts! Fighting like cats and dogs, grabbing hair, throwing punches and slaps and casting off stuff at each other like cannon balls! Sometimes it seems like the end of the world!
And then minutes later without saying a word, BAM! Back to normal, laughing and teasing each other again (this is going to cause another fight, it's a vicious cycle you know!)
But seriously, 

The Younger ones, after all who are they?

They are your indoor-games and late-night cooking companions. They are the ones you share your childhood memories with. They are the ones who know your best qualities and most embarrassing habits. They are the ones you tickle and pinch just like that. They are the ones who borrow your shoes and then don’t return it, ever! They are the ones you plan your parents’ wedding anniversaries with.

These are the poor souls on whom you can boss around as well as the wicked ones who silently laugh in the background when your parents are “having a word” with you. 
They are the ones who come to you for advice that vary from a funky new hairstyle to a new Facebook profile picture, colour of a dress to a venue for a date, a pizza topping to career options....

They are our mortal enemies and our best friends.

Yes there are times when we get angry and shout at them; we irritate them with our constant teasing.
We may not always let them have their way; we may disappoint or upset them too. We let them down zillions of times. We even make them cry! 
But in no world does it mean that our love for them is any less than it was the day they came into our lives.
They are and will always count among the greatest blessings in our lives.

To the Younger ones!

And as for my sister, well, she was just probably missing me too much.... Something she is waaaayyy too stubborn to admit... Gosh, kids !