Incoherent Notes....

I am writing this blog post sitting in the middle of nowhere, in a god forsaken place called Sakur Phata which is right in the middle of Chandnapuri Ghats… while the scenic beauty of the place makes you feel bliss, staring at the naked rocky mountains, soaking in my aloneness, all of a sudden I come to a realization how my life has changed in the last 5 months…

While this post does not want to reflect on any of the heavy dose of Dil-Dimag-Shit which I have been exposed to these last few months, I do want to emphasize on the fact that the fellowship is a life changing experience, much more that what an MTV Roadies could have possibly done for me (hope those 2 baldies with goatee don’t start abusing me in their next episode). Yeah sure, it doesn’t come with the TRPs and the hot babes and the shocking arguments and cheap publicity stunts… however, it does come with dose of reality much superior to what an MTV show can ever cook up. If you think Big Boss house is fun (debarring Sunny Leone ofcourse!) then think again!

Looking back, I would have perhaps never imagined that life is possible with a single bucket of water lasting me 2-3 days. I would never have thought it possible that villagers in Maharastra or anywhere for that fact, still live life with an earning less than Rs1000 per month even today (move over our BPL figures guys)… that wearing Khadi is the best thing you can do (without even intending to be an activist ) and that alcohol is not necessarily good when its expensive…. And that an entire region of villages ranging into tens of 1000s of people have never eaten fish in their life- not because they are vegetarians, but because there are simply no water bodies for an aquatic habitat to exist.

Okay the background sound of the Marathi item songs (seems like all the Marathi songs are item songs) in this Dhaba (!) where I am sitting is pretty irritating. No offence meant to the Marathi item songs- some of them rock… you would wanna dance to their tunes even when you aren’t necessarily drunk…. But the one currently playing is nauseating :(

Getting back to what I was saying… while doing a bit of field work for a Gunny Bag project (which I am trying to set up here), I was visiting some of the Jute Mills in Bengal. Most of them are located pretty far away from the city and hence travelling in local trains was the only option. The landscape there was so vastly different… you would see water bodies and green vegetation (thank God… its Chammak Challu playing on radio now!!!) on both sides of the rail track… the ponds and lakes were separated by hardly 100 mts of land at any given point of time… Banana and Wheat and I donno what other crops were growing all over the place….  I was actually wondering what kind of an idiot Government and people (no offence meant to people of Bengal, but seems something somewhere went terribly wrong) must have ruined a state with such abundance in the last few decades…

And here in Maharastra, while a single pond is difficult to find travelling for hours in these unpardonable villages, wasting due to natures miserly rainfall, you remain shocked that the farmers here still manage to grow crops like Sugarcane, Pomegranate and make more money in a harvest season than I made in a whole year of slavery in my “high flying” corporate job….

*believe me-the track on Radio has changed  to Kolaveri and there is a crowd off around 10 school boys who are now crowding around the radio and some are humming it like a life saving anthem… even the waiter who is stealthily glancing at my laptop each time he passes by, expecting some porn videos to show up, find the song hummable…  Dhanush- hats off to you for creating such an amazingly crappy song which have taken the fancy of an entire nation reeling under serious constraints of quality….

Heck…Now I have truly lost track of what I started saying when I started this blog post…all this crazzzzzzzzy noise around, the murderous intonations on the radio blasting in full volume and a Dhaba which is well past is glory days( if it has ever seen glory days that is) trying to sell me tea which looks like gobar mixed water, but honestly tastes awesome (!) is driving me a bit nuts…

...Just got a call from my driver… they have come to pick me and take me to the middle of the middle earth I guess- our training centre in Dharewadi, the drive to which is through roads which can make you shake worse than malaria fever….even Katrina Kaif be ashamed of her pelvic thrusts if she ever travelled these roads….ywaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnn…signing off now… will post this whenever I get access to my Internet network….