Bengaluru -Then And Now

Bengalaru, the garden city, is in the limelight for some reason or other, whether they connote good or bad indications.
The Silicon valley of Indis has grown at such large scale and hectic speed, that the city ,which was once a town for retired officials,has reached the stage of outpour or bust to put it in a slang dialect.
The small town,has expanded horizontally, vertically , encompassing a few kilometeres of extension areas under its sway.
The growth looks awesome. The charm of the city is lost in the maddening rush and dense population.
The morning hours were dotted with pleasent drizzle,and a mild cold , that it induced the then habitants ,the retired military men, to lie in peace.
The hot coffee brought by the mademosilles or cooks ,was a warm up for the plus sixties, that they sipped the hot beverage,while browsing through the newspapers.
The lush green lawns, the huge trees, the fauna and the foliage added mirth to the lousy lethargic city.
Today ,the early hours in Bengalaru ,is dark with fumes of rushing cars.
The hooting honks of the vehicles, the drawling noise of the buses, the dizzy headway rush by the software engineers , make Bengalru look like a ghastly city.
There is excess of carbon emission, enormous blarring noise, which emulate a diffident derailment.
Infosys, Wipro, IBM,HP. so on and so forth, with the attractive pay have developed a generation, which belong to no time and no place.
The lure for money , a culture nurtured by the soft ware companies ,has demoralised the society.
The cult ,much similar to Hare Rama, Hare Krishna movement, or more so akin to the Hippie culture, has devastated the society, by penetrating deeply into the established norms and accepted prescriptions.
This excess financial liberation has exuded a disastorous derangement, ranging from disobedience to divorce.
The beautiful city, once a haven of elated principles , is now a shelter to dwindling moral ethical standards.
The colonial buildings ,with their majestic demenaour now stand along with high rising concrete structures, with impunged deviations.

"The old order gives way to the new"

Man maketh himself.

Circumstances make a man. All are born innocent.It is life which moulds them. It is opportunity that figures them as good, as bad, as wealthy, as poor, as clever, as fool.
Conspiracies make him a terrorist.
Complications turn him into a sadist.
Contractions churn him into a thief.
Corruptions conclude him as a criminal.
Contempt projects him as an imbecile.


A straight forward man, transparent in detail, firm in truth , grave in transactions, does not succeed in life.
A noble man lives unpretentiously, fights for justice, works for the upliftment of society, strives for the down trodden, but is unrecognised.


A fraud , who makes tonnes of money by illegal means,who meddles into other's pocker, who usurps , who cheats, who is arrogant , does a smart turnaround.
An ignominous entity, who commits all blunders, who creates unpleasantness, who behaves violently, who suppresse the poor , gets a hero's status.

Well, that is society.
The abyssmal world is a contamination of evil, a pollution of deceit, a diaspora of greed and scorn.

Simmer.

Oh ! water is boiling,
Oh! it is frothing
Oh! it is splattering,
Hey! simmer it.



Oh! she is heaving,
Oh! she is sighing.
Oh! she is sobbing,
Hey!simmer her.


Oh !wind is blowing,
Oh! it is dashing,
Oh! it is roaring,
Hey!simmer it.


Oh! she is sobbing,
Oh! she is screaming,
Oh! she is fuming,
Hey!simmer her.


Oh! rain is pouring,
Oh! it is flooding,
Oh! it is drenching
Hey!simmer it.


Oh !she is shouting,
Oh! she is provoking,
Oh! she is frightening,
Hey!simmer her.


Oh !light is blindening,
Oh! it is harassing,
Oh ! it is afflicting,
Hey!simmer it.


Cool the water,
Calm the wind,
Control the rain,
Cease the light,
Console her.

The Mandatory Disguise.

Live for yourself,
Live as you like,
Live for truth.


How many of us do live as we like?
Very few, I can count the numbers. .
There are compulsions which decide one's life. A general practice of getting up early in the morning, going for a walk, have a bath, followed by a quick breakfast,an hectic rush to the office,getting engrossed in work, droleful return, switch the T.V on. then back to sleep like a log in the cosy bed. This is the mandatory routine of all.This is acceptable, as life has to go without much breaks.

The pretext, we assume in our life knowingly is a disgusting vehemency.

A philanthrophist,say Mr. Door, donates billions to a community based charity. Does he do that in a quiet manner?Never will he do, as this donation ushers a publicity. His name is flashed in newspapers. T.V.'s give him a bigger propaganda by telecasting Mr. Door who is dressed up in expensive costume, beaming with a heavy smile, flanked by his darling wife, who in turn is decked up in fine jewellery, and heavy make up.The applause follows.His coterie glorify him as a messenger of God, as an angel, and take him to heights ,which even the high powered jets could reach. Mr Door , totally flattered by now , revels in his new found disguise.This can be termed as propitious disguise.It is akin to spinning gold with hay.

Coming nearer to day to day activities,we find a large scale pretensions, though less dramatic . Relaxing at home. after a recent indisposition, an unexpected visitor dropped in. This one had done much harm than good to me. She had come ,under the pretext of enquiring about my health, hiding her rancour beneath a cover of kindness .It is deceitful disguise.It is exactly that of igniting a combustible material

. Now her entry , as a well wisher ,enraged me. Suppressing my anger, I greeted her, exchanged some pleasantries, gave her a hot cup of coffee. I had to act out of compulsion. It is also a variant of disguise. Concealing the feelings behind a curtain of hospitality is a needed pretension.It can be tagged as suppressed disguise..It is simiar to holding the loose ends together.


A politician will it into this caption perfectly. He is the best representaive of this art. He poses himself as a common man's friend, by hugging him, in front of a crowd. He does this with the votebank in mind. He appears to be an intimate ally of a business man , by dining with him in splendour.He performs this for a handsome handout. He rushes to the spot of danger, and to the area of agitation. He rolls his sleeves up and gets into the troubled spot, just to catch the attention the people. In a few seconds ,he gets into the limousine, drives away un noticed. By the time the scene has been captured by the broadcasting , and telecastinc channels. He has done the homework perfectly , for the next mandate.How do we call it?I am at a loss to ascertain a term to this peculiar disguise.Oh ! My head is whirling . A flash. Yes , undoubtedly,it is a high demand disguise.

A Shot In The Arm

The mayhem in the economy,is both depressing and invigorating.
The stimulus package has smothered th ruffles present in the financial system to a certain extent.
The ironing out has not been performed to the fullest satisfaction.
The job market is pining with large scale dysfunctions.
There is surplus debasement and abundant displacement.
The down scale salary is accepted by few , but discarded by many.
The unemployment is beyond reconcilliation.
At this precarious stand out, the bail out package is really working a recovery.
The turn around , though not prominent , is still a sweetener to the soured economy.
To make things stagger to the right diretion,severe steps and exact regulations should be followed.
A garnish like a promotional stmulus is essential.
A peppered prologue similar to the regulatory appraisals is vital .

Smokes And Mirrors.

Smokes and mirrors ,is a metaphor, that holds my attention.
A mirror reflecting a smoke, is a vague transmission of reality.
It portrays the visual perception,undermining the apparent proposition.

How many action that we witness bear a tinge of sincerity?
How many transactions that boast of genuinity , are really so?
How much talk that overwhelm in eloquence are orations of truth?
How many overtures of affection are exactly so?
Behind every deal, every move, every speech, every caressing touch ther is a hidden shadowy data.
The veiled advances may mislead, may misquote,may misguide the receiver.

Obama has talked inanger about the insurance companies procedures. He has precisely criticised their proposals of extending insurance claim as an eyewash.

Help and aid ,charity and philanthrophy are a disguised proclamations that enable Man to seek benefits and profits in a dignified manner.
They may also reflect a cover up of the sense of wrong, or guilt that Man has committed.

Smoke and mirror illustrate the state of society ,we are in.
The economy is under pressure.
Employment is under suppression.
The rich expose extravaganza.
The poor reel in poverty.
The governments of nations speak out that there is enormous growth in GDP.Inflation is contained is another common call of the rulers.How do they conclude?How do they calculate?

Three words give us a vast interpretation."Smokes And Mirrors"


An environment of uneasy calm persists.
GDP rise does not mitigate the suferring of the poor.

Return Of The Native,

A year exactly has rolled on.My atmashruti was left with no care. I am back with a bang.
Many experiences have been left out.
Many happenings have not been recorded.
Many feelings have not been expressed.
An obsession ,which is unexplainable, had set inm
A preocuupation overtook the writing spirit.

The year that was, saw many ups and downs.
The economy has made a smart recovery,
Employment is still a taboo.
Nature made its presence known by its terrific violence.
Political stability is yet to be established in many nations.
Environment is at risk,with increasing carbon emissons.
"Going Green", is the epithet, profusely used to target people.

The internal combustion in Man is still very pronounced.
There is a general feeling of fear and discontent.
Greed and deceit still persists.
Riot and turbulence still exists.
Joy and peace, charm and cheer, beauty and divinity, appear to be remote abstractions.