neelwrites/nonfiction/essay/350words/14/01/2017

WHO GIVES A CRAP?  WE DO.

 By Neel Anil Panicker

The other day I heard our PM Narendra Modi rolling up his sleeves and then after the customary ‘Mitron’ salutation, going forth to ridicule his bête noire and heir apparent to the Congress throne, Rahul Gandhi, even going to the extent of mimicking his speaking style and then ending with the downright demeaning “the kid seems to be learning to speak now”.

Agreed, detractors of Rahul may have a long list of grievances against him including his apparent “non-speaking skills”, his utter lack of political acumen,   his ability to keep putting his foot in his mouth every single time he opens his mouth.

But does that in any way allow one, and especially so, the PM to deride and denigrate and demean the poor soul from every single forum that he graces?

And if you are one of those who doesn’t care a crap about the Congress Party and/or what ails its most prominent poster boy, then all I can say to that is: I am sorry, but I do care a crap.

And that’s  because it is not just about competence or the lack of it; it is not merely about a particular party enjoying brute majority or another tottering in the doldrums, it’s also not just about one being a leader with spell bound oratorical skills or another one who looks as if he suffers from lifelong stage fright.

It is about certain abstracts that help a society remain social if not sociable; attributes that one can’t put a monetary value to such as dignity of the individual and respect for all including and especially towards those who may not match upto our expectations.

I hope Mr Modi and his ilk who day in and day out throw around their awesome weights to pull down ‘outdated’ symbols and institutions and people not to their likings and temperaments realize this.

And I hope this realization dawns sooner on them than later for even if they don’t give a crap, the right thinking, peace loving citizens of this country and elsewhere do give a crap.

©neelanilpanicker2017#essay#igiveacrap#350words

neelwrites/happynewyear/istpostof2017/01/01/2017

WHY I HATE ‘A HAPPY NEW YEAR’

By Neel Anil Panicker

I hate New Year greetings. I mean I REALLY HATE new year greetings. It has been a slow build up over the years but when I see people still going around wishing all and sundry A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR it gets my goat.

But then that’s because I can see through the elaborate façade, the eye popping charade, the sheer falsity and thereby, futility of the whole damn exercise.

And I can spot these new age peddlers of New Year greetings from beyond a mile. There they come, their arms flapping and eyes popping and teeth flashing, having zeroed in on a poor hapless soul (read victim) from afar. Like a beautifully choreographed Shiamak Davar dance sequence, they make their slow, sinuous and dare I say, sensuous move across to you, waving an arm here and a leg there, their every single nerve and muscle and sinew stretched to a taught as they waltz upto to you and sing and ring in  A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR deep down into your stupefied ears.

OMG! If there was a law against such gross ramming down of impermissible decibel levels down one’s orifices, I am pretty sure half of humanity would be behind bars.

Take me for instance. The new year has happened and it’s a good 36 hours since the fortuitous event  made its foray into the world but all through the day and night all manner of people, a few known and a zillion unknown, are still handing out New Year greetings to me in a single monotonous scream and quite a few even live streaming their New Year pleasantries. And mind you, all of this comes in a tearing hurry that makes me suspect if the world is suddenly running out of stock of such stock phrases or in the alternative, they are soon going to get as extinct as the dodo.

So, all my dear friends and relatives, near and far, as well as people who I may know or not, I heard you once and I heard you twice but trust me it takes my goat if you sing it thrice__guess what!  A HAPPY NEW YEAR.

©neelanilpanicker2017

neelwrites/#writephoto/31/12/2016

 

BYE, BYE 2016, A BIG HI 2017

By Neel Anil Panicker

It is that time of the year when you ring in a new year. All around I hear people saying the time has come.

Boisterous shrieks of joy and laughter rent the air, escaping through every single crevice and wall and in and out of strobe lit clubs  and hideously bedecked and bejeweled farmhouses of the nauseatingly moneyed classes.

But then what about the poor; the hapless, the havenots who cringe and converge around dark alleys, those who crumble and shake and lie awake all night under super flyways and skywalks and  shaking bridges over which breeze past the corrupt and debauched__singing, smoking, dancing and indulging their hedonistic fantasies to the hilt unmindful of the other half of humanity, the forgotten children of a lesser God.

But then why should we grudge them their time. Only time, which has the final word, will decide their fate. Because time catches up with one and all.  The one who is rich can tomorrow become poor and vice versa just as the one who is boastful and conceited and arrogant and cruel can with time become mellow and kind and magnanimous and humble.

So as we cruise into 2017 do remember the time that you leave behind as also the time that awaits you.  Unmindful of how the day unfolds, be grateful for the day that has passed and greet the day that looms ahead because time is something that you should towards and not away from.

And finally, before my time is up, I would like to leave you with these nuggets to help you bid goodbye to 2016 and navigate through 2017.

>Time is a landscape we move through: Uncertainty is looming large in Indian politics.

> Time is money: Students must spend their time very wisely

> Time is a resource: The accident victim died as much time was lost in taking him to the   hospital.

> Time is a container:  It is a two-hour test.

>Time is a changer: Time heals all wounds

>Time is a moving object: The meeting always starts behind schedule

Finally, remember, time is also the place where the old meets the new and passes on the baton in the hope and wish that better visions and dreams get realised in the time to come.

2017 is here and have the time of your life but be cautious enough to keep your eyes forever on the rear view mirror of the past and your feet firmly planted on the terra firma of the present as you breeze through to meet the future.

©neelanilpanicker2016

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Thursday photo prompt – Time #writephoto

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neelwrites/nonmfiction/essay/17/12/2016

ESSAY-NONFICTION
Of kites, winds, and flying high
By Neel Anil Panicker
A certain amount of opposition is a great help to a man. Kites rise against the wind, not with the wind. John Neal, the great American writer and critic was not off the mark when he said this. History is peppered with more such rich tales of struggles and successes thereafter right from Christ and Mohammed and Buddha to Abraham Lincoln and Malcolm X and Winston Churchill___the last, the man who battled the wrath of Hitler and saw England through the tumultuous World War Two years. I am of the firm conviction that a person should welcome all manner of adversities in his life as they not only help build character and discipline but spur one to greater glories.
Take the case of the ongoing cricket series. What a match has it been. If India trumping the formidable Englishmen is a sweet enough pill, the icing on the cake, though some would add a nice little cherry to that as well, has been the sheer brilliance of our very own Virat Kohli, who incidentally notched up his third double century of the year.
Predictably, thereafter naysayers came in and the rather inconsequential English bowler James Anderson butted in with a particularly nasty comment that just about questioned Kohli’s achievement and alluded to “favourable pitches behind his success with the bat”.
While cricket aficionados would dismiss this unbecoming comment with the contempt it deserves and tell Anderson and his ilk to simply “go, fly a kite”, knowing Kohli as we do, it would be a safe bet to say that he would take this opposition in the right spirit and harness it to his advantage.
Moreover, now that the subject of kites has cropped up, it reminds me that in less than a month’s time the Equinox occurs in this part of the hemisphere and we will be celebrating Makar Sankranti, the festival that celebrates the Sun’s entry into the Equator, kicking off the long Indian summer season.
Though I have been a kite watcher and a player of some calibre almost all my life, it is only now in the past few years that I have looked at this joyous activity with fresh eyes, as something more than a cherished childhood pastime; as a great dispenser of some every elemental life lessons.
Harnessed to the Earth, the kite is symbolic of humility even as it soars up in the skies waiting patiently, expectantly rather, for the wind to cross its path and to ruffle its frail self. Unfazed by strident opposition, the kite holds on, steady as the Rock of Gibralter, unruffled by the twists and turns of its fellow beings (read enemies), to take off into the stratosphere, inviting awe and a fair amount of envious looks and odd barbs.
So, come 2018, in Lords, England when captain Kohli continues to send the red cherry racing to the boundary as he most certainly will, then he would need to thank a certain Anderson for stoking the fires of passion in him with his outlandishly offensive remarks. Yet another affirmation of the age old maxim that criticism and opposition are the best insurance against failure. So, if one wants to scale the heights of glory then the war cry should be ‘keep them coming, man’.
(c)neelanilpanicker2016#nonfiction#essay#kite

neelwrites/thoughts/trump/09/11/2016

9/11- not 9, this rat oops cat has 11 lives

By Neel Anil Panicker

The world is no longer Hillar(y)ious

Trump has climbed out of the dump

The female with the false email

was sent scurrying back with her tail.

Wow! the crotch grabber has won

shown who is the international don

without a bullet fired from any gun

his detractors have been truly done

Nothing in life is ever black ‘n’ white

God, please show US some light.

©neelanilpanicker2016

neelwritesblog/it’sindiamydear/21/10/2016

IT’S INDIA, MY DEAR-#01

By Neel Anil Panicker
Know how much is an Olympic medal and a gifted  BMW car worth?
An astounding 78 crores!
Yes, that’s how much the Tripura government has sanctioned for a stretch of road around where Dipa Karmakar resides.
Hope we win loads of medals in the next Olympics and pray quite a few of  the winners belong to UP and Bihar!!!

neelwrites.middle.english/09/10/2016

What is the most hated word in the English language?
Well, for me the answer to that would be ‘a shifting goal post’, if one were to steal a word from the world of football.

Back when I was a kid, way upto to my late teens, it was undoubtedly examinations.
Exams for short. For an academically challenged 12 year old if there was any one word that brought out the greatest fear, a fear so severe as to send seismic bouts of sheer panic down my spine, then that word hands down had to be exams.
I remember waking up in unearthly hours, palpitating and perspiring like a fish from all its gills, lying shrivelled in a corner of the bed, surrounded by a shroud of darkness, the beats of my heart racing faster than Carl Lewis’ legs.
My mind would turn a maelstrom of maddening emotions___just about unable to fathom what I would do come the morn when I needed to sit for that all important physics paper.
And speaking of Physics__so Greek and torturous did I find this subject that for long many years, well past my topsy turvy school days, I suffered hallucinations and several years past by till I was completely free from the nightly bouts of delusions that was very much the norm for quite many years reaching upto adulthood.
In fact such was the dread that today, despite the passage of a decade and half, all I can remember of my Physics teacher is his bald head sans a single strand of hair; his perfect oval pate neatly bisected into two__ a thin linear line separating the ends. And we also had an apt moniker for him: theta.
I quick look over at the dictionary will tell you what it means__ the eighth letter of the Greek alphabet. And its symbol, a neat θ!
Thankfully, as I shed my pre-teens and entered the world of hormonal overdrives I was able shed off my dread of exams.
But then I found a brand new word to hate: rejection.
Ah! but, then that’s another story.
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