An Unbalanced Social Equation

"There is no lasting hope in violence, only temporary relief from hopelessness." -Kingman Brewster, Jr.

Whenever you see people die, you feel a mixture of emotions. You feel good that you were not present there and you feel bad for the people who were present there. Naxalism is on the verge of rise in the tribal parts of the country, they are not the villains as the media or the government portrays them but simple folks carrying the ideologies and the weapons that they hardly understand and control.
The recent train derailment proved the fact that even they cannot control the fire which is created. People resort to violentic means when there is a unbalance in the society. When the society divides itself based on material existence, like knowledge (jati system), money or power (dictatorship) or color (varna bhed system) it naturally creates an unnatural order in the life of all part of it.
It is an unbalanced equation which cannot be solved by any supercomputer.


In the Rig veda, the hymm Purusha Sukta defines social hierarchy. It states that the primal being divided itself to create a separate society, from the head came the intellectuals, from the arms came the politicians, from the trunk the entrepreneurs and from the legs the laborers. Many western and eastern scholars argue that this is the origin of Jati or the caste system.

The western world, both Abrahamic and Greek consider all humans equal. In the Bible, inequality becomes the work of the devil. Many western ideologies believe in uniting the society to attain a single goal.

Communist believe in distributing whatever wealth is attained by the society equally among the masses, an idea not acceptable to the wealthy. The wealthy work hard to earn the money and having it distributed to someone who does not know the hardship required to attain it is unacceptable.

Capitalist talk about creating equal opportunity for creating wealth for all, an idea opposed strongly by the poor. While capitalist do create the opportunity for everyone, only few can seize the opportunity to create wealth and does not bridge the gap.

Democracy talks about equality of society. It talks about making the poor rich and rich richer, the idea obviously seems fantastic. In the largest democracy of the world, India, political maestro try to bridge the social divide. They use the politically incorrect tools like free houses, reservation, ration to make sure the people who are poor rise up above the poverty line.

When the constitution of India was drafted, in the constituent assembly, Mr. Jaipal Singh, a brilliant orator and the representative of the aboriginal tribes of Chhota Nagpur spoke to the Parliament on Thursday, the 19th December 1946. 'As a jungli, as an Adibasi, I am not expected to understand the legal intricacies of the Resolution. But my common sense tells me, the common sense of my people tells me that every one of us should march in that road of freedom and fight together. Sir, if there is any group of Indian people that has been shabbily treated it is my people. They have been disgracefully treated, neglected for the last 6,000 years.

The history of the Indus Valley civilization, a child of which I am, shows quite clearly that it is the new comers-most of you here are intruders as far as I am concerned-it is the new comers who have driven away my people from the Indus Valley to the jungle fastnesses. This Resolution is not going to teach Adibasis democracy. You cannot teach democracy to the tribal people; you have to learn democratic ways from them. They are the most democratic people on earth. What my people require, Sir, is not adequate safeguards as Pandit Jawahar Lal Nehru has put it. They require protection from Ministers, that is position today. We do not ask for any special protection. We want to be treated like every other Indian. The whole history of my people is one of continuous exploitation and dispossession by the non-aboriginals of India punctuated by rebellions and disorder, and yet I take Pandit Jawahar Lal Nehru at his word. I take you all at your word that now we are going to start a new chapter, a new chapter of Independent India where there is equality of opportunity, where no one would be neglected. There is no question of caste in my society.
We are all equal.'

The dreams of Mr. Jaipal Singh were short lived, 60 years into independence and it is their people who still suffer. The Adibasis are still neglected, some choose the simpler path and accept the pain silently, while a few desperate others turn to the means that even they couldn't fully understand.

When the civilized western society imposed Tax system on the masses, they argued that this was necessary for equality of society. They justified that the tax system, they are robbing the rich and helping the poor, an idea floating in the medieval folklore, Robin Hood. The poor and the middle class readily agreed, happy that the rich had to pay more than them, but then, the rich adapted. With many pre-taxed money laws, the poor still pay more tax than the rich...legally.

Vedas consider the division of society as eternal, which means you cannot equalize the society. A place where everyone is equal is utopia, a fantastic yet absurd concept. You cannot achieve the subjective equality between the masses, since humans will never have same level of wisdom.

But Vedas also say that harmony can be achieved if we outgrow the temptation of material attachment. It is the curse of humanity that harmony cannot be achieved in the stratas of society.

This is the curse we have to live with. Violence and vengeance draws blood, it needs blood to grow. Any person who chooses the path of vengeance cannot see it to the end.

Hitler was the perfect example for the last destination on the path of bloodshed. He lived a king, but died a shameful death. Had he the courage to face the opponents bullets? He would die a hero, but then he would not be Hitler as well.

As we draw an end to this post, I offer no solution for the solution is present, not in your heads but in your hearts. If this article has reached some place in your head, your heart will answer.

The God: Year One.

“And I expect you to be one too,” Rashid smiled, “I expect a lot money for these.”

“Indeed,” Abdul Khan looked gravely, “Indeed. You gave me the documents as you promised and I give you the money I promised.”

“You are brilliant man, but a careless nonetheless,” Rashid said, “You live in this small room and it’s not a nuclear secret that you keep your valuables in that safe. If any burglar happens to steal in the room…”

“Then he won’t be able to steal anything,” Abdul smiled, “That safe is the work of our few brilliant scientist man. Come and see,” he drew the curtains apart.

The safe was small painted green with no dials or markings. Just like a green block of metal.

“Any idea how this is opened?” Abdul smiled.

“You tell me,” Rashid scratched his head, “I don’t see any control panel on this safe.”

“Because the control panel is inside the safe,” Abdul grinned.

“I clearly misjudged you, this is the most sophisticated technology I have ever seen,” Rashid said, “But then how do you open this?”

“This safe identifies the vocal patterns, it is voice triggered and only my voice is its password,” he smiled, “Genius isn’t it? A gift from some of our friends with same interest”

“Indeed brother,” Rashid clapped, “But the password must be discreet or you might open it accidently.”

“Come I’ll show you,” Abdul stopped below near the safe and spoke in a clear voice, “Destroy Delhi.”

The safe hissed open and the door slid apart, revealing a control panel and a LCD screen.

“You see this is the second level of entrance, there is another secret password to open it and this time the password uses different patterns of alpha-numeric combination,” he sneered.

“Brilliant,” Rashid smiled, “But if you forgot the password?”

“Not a chance. The password is 16th December,” Abdul said typing the words, “Can’t forget the wounds given to us by India, can we?”

“Indeed,” Rashid smiled, “So you have the ballistic missile technology the Indians are building and I get my cash. If fate permits we together can take over this blasted country once and for all.”

“If I find more people like you,” Abdul smiled throwing cash on him, “Our dream will be fulfilled.”

Abdul glanced at the papers on the desk; slowly he turned each paper to take a good look at them. He knew the high command would gift him a lot for these secrets, he was definately the best spy sent behind the enemy lines. It was a pity that people like Rashid where there in the country, who would betray their own kind for money. Dogs, indeed they serve well for his purpose. Another week of infiltrating the Indian defense and he is done.

The last sheet was blank with only a sentence written on the center.

‘You are judged in the courtroom of God and found guilty’

Pondering over the cryptic message he walked towards the door, when a sharp hit knocked him cold. Everything was black.

Abdul eyes opened drizzly and he felt his hands and feet numb. Rashid sat near his safe sorting the documents inside it.

“I’ll kill you man,” Abdul cursed and struggled to get free.

“You will hurt yourself Abdul,” Rashid said coldly, "Those ropes are used to tie wild boars when they are hunted, useful concept used by the kings of India since ages."

“Why did you betray me?” Abdul asked, "I paid you well."

“You worked for your country,” Rashid smiled, “I work for mine”

“You kafir! Rashid,” Abdul spat.

“Don’t involve God in between us,” Rashid said, “For I am God myself, Dev Chaddha.”

“You…” Abdul glanced at the figure in horror. The criminals biggest fear, Dev Chaddha was sitting in his front in flesh, “You are Dev Chaddha?”

“Oh yes, the one and only Dev Chaddha,” Dev smiled reading the documents in his hand, “Wow, you definitely got some collection here. I must flush a lot of moles in our government offices.”

“I know you, spy, You are just like me, you are not the official force, you are an ordinary burglar,” Abdul spat and struggled to get free.

“A burglar who has just hit the jackpot,” Dev flipped the pages and carefully stuffed them into his side bag, "I told you, you are careless."

“You should be charged, felony, burglary and many more crimes,” Abdul barked.

“Indeed,” Dev smiled and blew a whistle, “So do you, Abdul aka Kaka Pandey aka Mahender Singh and many more.”

“So you know a lot,” Abdul clenched his fist.

“I’ve been following you since a month, Abdul, you have been traced and every moment monitored,” Dev said.

“Then why did you not arrest me? Why wait today?” Abdul asked.

“Why do you think? The safe!! I tried to open it twice while you were sleeping but realized it was locked with your voice. I had a small microphone kept beneath it last night, to record the password in your voice,” Dev smiled finishing his act as the police sirens blazed the area, “My work is done. He is all yours officer.”

The police entered the room and dragged the fallen spy outside.

“What will you charge him against?” Dev asked the officer.

“Felony, conspiracy, what else?” the police officer said.

“Murder. The widow of Kaka Pandey can testify. Murder of a government employee,” Dev said and simply walked out of the room.

"I will kill you man...," Abdul said as he was dragged away by the police officers.

"... and so will thousands of your allies," Dev smiled and vanished into the darkness.


He sipped hot coffee just like normal men do. He saw the sun rise, just like normal men do. But he knew, he was not a normal man at all. He was called the ‘God’, and was the one man army against all crime. Dev Chaddha looked into the mirror and smiled. Now thirty he still contained the charm, he had when he was in his twenties. The dark wavy black hair sheltered a thick skull, which many criminals wanted to hit. A short designer shirt and dark blue denim was his dress code at work. This was completed by a red side bag which had space for a lot of advance gadgets and weapons. The criminals called him ‘daitya’, the demon, for his ways of attacking them were always unpredictable and remorseless.

He did not socialize much, he had no postal address. He was the dark vigilante outside the law, the last court of appeal when the justice was delayed.
This story is based on the character I created for a series of Novel called 'The God'.  

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Lets talk about Life...sheesh...no really!!!

Just kidding...the death curse, which should not be named, tagged me to answer some of the questions on my life...ermm..eeeks... keeping calm, breathe in, breathe out.

Ten how’s:

Nine what’s:

Eight you’s:

Seven who’s:

Six where’s:

Five do’s:

Four why’s:

Three if’s:

Two would-you-ever’s:

One last question:

The female iBrain ver 1: The Mercedes, Mansion and Market

Since the initial release of the first language in the world, the male iBrain has not yet learned to switch between topics. When men speak, they can talk about the science, the arts, the usual crap of what they saw in sixty minutes on television but only one topic at one time. So if we are on the phone, we request to turn the volume down.

Female iBrain realization

While a female iBrain can switch between topics faster than it takes for trains in Bengal to switch tracks. They can talk about how the neighbour Joshi has lost two kgs of weight (in precise grams, if asked), how Kareena Kapoor has a new hairstlye, what should Obama do to prevent oil leak, how Paul should not retire, what it will take for her husband to change, how the world is in a mess, what is Tulsi's fourth husband doing with his fifth wife, what ingredient should Mrs. Sharma put into the pudding to make it tasty, what will happen to Ba in the next 200th episode, how the idli she cooked turned into a horrible, sluggish, drinkable rice item, blah, blah, blah in one single breath. (here I have just touched the tip of ice berg)

A female iBrain can process can lots of information in a very less time, like a massive processor which churns billions of data in a fraction of a second and that data is not just processed but also stored for future relaying. I know a lady who listens to music, while writing a article turning on the Tee Vee and chats with me, all in the same span of fifteen minutes.

Some female iBrains also have the capacity to act like a radio station. This a inbuilt feature called iAir.

Lets take a look at a example who has iAir inside the iBrain: She wakes up early in the morning while the whole house is sleeping and then mops the house, while singing to iMusic.
The songs are old classic and they continue till the whole house wakes up.

When her husband wakes up, she has the program of 'iAgonyAunt', the age old complaint show, of the milkman, the kids to the dhobi.

This show is followed by the iNews which she shares with her friends in the society.

After the vishesh samachar, we have the same audience listen to the iReviews of the stories of latest tele-serials back to back. The whole day is spend in different programs of cookery show, some events which they attend, some part of the day is spend in helping children study etc etc. Finally in the evening, there is a repeat telecast of the iNews to her hsuband. And so on...

The power of female iBrain is much, that the amount of information (useless) it processes per second, the male iBrain loses 60% of the data while receiving to it.

My friend's girlfriend always complained that he doesn't listen to her. After many tiresome attempts of paying attention, he gave up. Finally when nothing worked, he came to me asking for help.

We live in modern world and even thought we do have updates for iBrain we do have some other sophisticated gadgets demonstrated by James Bond which can help in making our life easier.

I suggested he take a tape recorder concealed under his cap. Genius plan no? But unfortunately, his tape recorded was caught by a security guard of the hotel, and try what he may, my friend could not explain its purpose and they trashed him as a suspected terrorist.

Now, there are benefits as well in losing the data while transmitting, I know a gentleman (you need to use this word for the dammest of the person ) who dials his wife and keep the phone on his desk. While the information is being relayed, quietly plays hangman on the computer and in the middle keeps on responding, 'Ok' 'Acha', 'Oh'

The timing is perfect, his wife does not know about this trick.... yet.

The female iBrain may not be able to solve maths problem (I am talking in general, not science graduates) but it can process the exact discount they will receive on the thing if they buy it in the next 24 hours.

True Story.

P.s. Coming soon, the Male iBrain ver 2 The Girls, Gizmos and Gears

Why so Stupid??

When we look around us, we see everything obvious, but in the obvious we see, is it the right one? Thousands of people saw the Apple fall, but only Newton asked "Why"? but did he get an answer? NO.

One day grandfather called his grandson,



Newton never discovered Gravity, he simply renamed the phenomenon of the apple falling down as gravity, he then went ahead of adding maths to it but in doing so, he missed out the main question, Why does the apple fall? Generations later people still see the apple fall, they simply say, 'hey its gravity,' but do they get the answer?

You know its gravity, I know its gravity, how does the planet know about gravity?

Human race has progressed for the last millennium, but have we really progressed? Has the human brain learned to think? Had the Wright brothers knew the obvious answer that everything falls, would they build a airplane?

Look around you, we have obvious answers for everything, but our mind has been programmed to think the obvious. The mistakes that have been made by the generations get repeated again and again. This linear thinking brings us to a boring and monotonous life with no room for innovation.

This little post just to stop you from thinking and start imagining.

“Limitations live only in our minds. But if we use our imaginations, our possibilities become limitless.”

Enjoy weekend,

We were born naked, wet and hungry, then things got worse

"Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?" when Morpheus spoke the words to Neo, he was actually asking you. So do you have such a dream?

Wish

I wish, I was dead.

No-one in the history of human civilization was in such a big mess. I mean no one.


On my left is Shankar, the Godfather, the uncrowned ruler of the dirty streets of Mumbai. He fights for greed, for the right to rule. He is holding a desert eagle Mark XIX with a .44 Magnum catridge, fully loaded and safety latch unlocked.

On my right is Mahadev, the jewel on the crown of Mumbai Police Encounter Squad. The unquestioned top-brass encounter specialist of the special crimes unit. He fights for law, for the justice and against crime. He is pointing a semi-automatic Smith & Wesson MP 9 with a .45 ACP bullet, the trigger partially depressed and ready to be pressed completely.

In Summary: On my left stands a man who can blast off my skull and on my right is a man who can make a see-through hole in my thick skull, unless, I come up with some efficient solution in the next 60 seconds.

They both are surprisingly silent and are simply staring at each other.

Time has froze to help me make my decision, but which is it? I look around bedazzled at the frozen people around me, I hold the key position in sorting this mess and bringing things back to normal.

I feared that to things become normal, someone has to die. I am completely responsible for today standoff, it was my mistake that it has come to this now.

Shankar and Mahadev were twins born to the same parents. Their parents were victims of a collateral damage in a bank heist and then were raised by their elder brother, Mahesh, my father.

They carried an unspoken feud between them since their parents died, both very young when the tragedy happened and both tried to cope up with the loss in different ways.

They finally parted ways with the death of their elder brother, who died under mysterious circumstances, three years ago. Mahadev blames Shankar for the death and wants revenge. Shankar believes that the corrupt police officers killed his brother.

'Your uncle represents the sins of humanity,' my mother had explained me, 'It is the sins that is driving them and making them work, Shankar is motivated by greed and vengeance, while Mahadev is motivated by anger. You stand the key to where they are standing today and you alone hold the pivot on which this balance of the good and evil rest.'

'But I don't want to choose between them, I do not know what to do.'

I do not know what to do.

'You killed your own brother,' Mahadev replied. 'I am repeating again and again, I did not kill him, but you, thanks to your meddling, you have killed almost all of my men,'

Shankar shouted, 'And for that you die.'

'Stop it you two,' I meddled in, 'No one dies here today...'

'What is there to stop? Crime never stops, the cities are drowning in crime. The world is sinking under its weight, we are not pushing the guilty because they are innocent until proven wrong, this is the biggest flaw of the system. My parents were killed in one such crime spree, so were his, but he has moved on it seems....,'

Mahadev replied angrily. 'Crime will never cease to exist, crime is as old as the society itself. It is the pathetic attempt of people like you who try to tame the wild world. Criminals run the street, unchecked by any, but they stand by honor, respect and many other things you people will never understand. Our parents died because they were poor, they were law abiding citizens. They were nobody and hence they had to die. Crime has to pay to the society, but the society was forced on us, we never wanted to be the part of your society' 

The moment is close, I sense it. I now now, what to do, but the question is, am I capable of doing it?

After my father died, Uncle Mahadev took me and my mother under his care. He raised me as his own son, and never ever forced his dark empire on me. I was to choose the way I want. Uncle Shankar wanted a mole in his crime world, and I agreed. The deal was, Uncle Mahadev would not get hurt. I now know whom to address first...

'Uncle Shankar, I sense your heart, I know you are angry and it is the right response for the crimes, but... I know, in your heart, it is not the anger that drives you....' I could sense it working, the hand on the trigger shivered. '...it is hope that motivates you. Hope that the streets will be clean of all the crimes. Hope that justice will prevail. Right now, you don't want him dead out of justice, you want him dead out of revenge. You have taught me uncle, revenge does not pay. Justice is more than revenge,'

The spirit that had taken over the mind slowly vanishes, bright sunshine peeps out of the clouds.

'So that is your wish then,' Mahadev answered, 'You choose him over me?'

'No, I choose, the family, our family,' I play a big gamble hoping for my life, 'We all are family. There was someone who went the road, you went, uncle. He drifted away from the family and walked the coals, he never shared his dark secrets with you or anyone and that grief consumed him....'

The hand twitched. '... he could not live the dual life, the life in fear, the life of greed.'

Both of them are looking at me now. '...He was my father, your elder brother. He was not killed, he committed suicide'

The truth that split upon a family, was finally out there in the air. I think I succeeded in preventing my own death today.

'He committed suicide?' uncle Shankar asked. 'Yes, he lived a double life, one that was deeply rooted in the crime world. He hated it. His last dying wish was you too forgetting your feud and coming back together.'

I handed over the sad document I carried with me for last three years, the final testimony of my father. It was over hopefully. My father's last dying wish was fulfilled. The twins spoke nothing, simply turned and walked away. But as they walked out of the door I could hear a distant click of a bullet getting loaded into the barrel.

P.s. To be continued?

P.p.s. My second graphic entry from a new cartoon blog. Its funny and not as long as this one. Read it.

The Third Largest Army in The World

When Rafi sir recorded the patriotic song 'Jaha daal daal par sone ki chidiya karti hai basera, woh bharat desh hai mera', which translates to, 'Were there are sparrows of gold sitting on every branch of tree, that is my India', little did he know that this song would be sung by Nandakumar Radhesham Ichargaonkar while bathing in New Jersey.

When the British ships first landed the shores of Calicut, they did not see a land of resources, they saw a land of self-respect. They saw the land of Kings and queens, a land of righteous and free people who would go to any lengths to survive. They hated it, because they had spend their whole life in slavery of the queen.



The Easy India Co. could not directly wage a war against  Indians because they knew, they stood no chance against the might of the civilization. Instead, they separated us, they stuck their fingers into the already present cracks into the society and widened them. What ensured was the collapse of a great civilization, who never actually recovered from the fall.

Ancient Indians proudly discovered '0', today we are proudly discover... nothing.


Ancient Indians where proud about their kingdom, be it the tyrant ruler or the stupid king, they carried the pride with them.


By the time, I reached my third year in Engineering, little Dilip Oak's Academies trump card started appearing in the classroom. These cards carried stars and stripes in their design and had complex English words which the students where practicing in the class room. I have never seen anyone so patriotic about the Indian flag anywhere. Have you?

Ancient Indians students used to travel thousands of miles into the ashrams of big saints. While the native-Americans where still doing ringa-ringa-roses in horrible costumes besides fire, we build Takshilas, the Nagalga University.


When Nandakumar Radhesham Ichargaonkar completed his engineering, he had high expectations in his life. With great effort he studied hard and had a good score in GMAT, which got him admission in a great University in the States.He went there to learn, obviously the University was happy to get some students at least, because the native Americans do not believe in college and Universities. He did not go there to learn something, he went there so he could be someone. He could have a foreign degree and he could settle in a better place than India. He survived ragging by White bullies, he survived tortures by his own countrymen who are already there before him and after a loan of Twenty Lakhs on his head, he finished his post-graduation. But there were fewer jobs for the Americans, how could one immigrant get a job? He panicked could not come back, so he decided to apply for PHD and hunt for a job, while at it.

When Ancient Indian woke up early morning, they regularly practiced Yoga, nowadays they still do Yoga, but they do it in the American Moksha Center.

Since ancient days, many civilizations were fascinated by Indian scriptures. Hitler send his Nazi army to study them, Jesus came down to India looking for them (alleged, not proved), Tibet did their research on Indian scriptures.

We have everything returned in the scripts, right from the first man on moon, called Bahubali, English translation, Armstrong to the exact time of a human being from a amoeba.

We have written proof of Newtons law of motion, thousands of years before Newtons science teacher was born, we also have the exact chemical formula written to prepare a nuclear weapon.

But then, Nandakumar Radhesham Ichargaonkar laughs at the fact and says these all are myths and stories. Finally what are we but just a poor, developing nation, all the stories from past are stories, stories told to amuse the kids at night.

What Nandakumar Radhesham Ichargaonkar believes that in India, the Varna system was made by Brahmins to rule over his caste, what Nandakumar Radhesham Ichargaonkar believes that the Indian rope trick is the only achievement his own country has made in last 10,000 years.

The blade that cut us for 150 years was so sharp, that the largest democracy in the world could not heal itself even after 63 years of Independence and the second largest workforce on the planet still hopes that they will be able to get a visa to travel abroad in search of better opportunity than stay in the own country to create opportunities.

Most people would rather be certain they're miserable than risk being happy.  - Robert Anthony







P.s. If you do miss me, my vacation is coming to an end and I will get back soon.

The Super villian top ten

In the movie 'The dark knight', Joker tells Batman, 'You complete me'. What good is a hero, if he has no equally strong opponent to beat? Batman clearly has the hardest of them to beat down, but there are many heroes and even deadlier villains out there to beat the superheroes.
2. Lex Luthor