Banning the movie PK – In the face of Religion.


While the most anticipated movie of the year is still driving the box office, the controversy which it bagged, makes it more popular to be watched once. Be it a pessimist, optimist or a skeptic. I watched it and am still trying to figure out what is there in the movie which attracts protest. PK, banned or not, there’s one thing which is for sure. The uproar will rule public memories and hearts before being swept away like any other controversy-cum-protest that this country courts almost every now and then.

Yes, it should be banned. Why not ? For it showed us a MIRROR. For it forced us to storm out of our blind faiths. For it tried to restore our faiths in humanity above religion. For it questions our dogmatic lifestyle & tries to alter it. For the simple fact that we are not able to digest our naked truths when presented on display. Afterall, it tried to open our eyes and we are not able to handle the light getting inside our cozy eyes.

We Indians have always have a space for a foul cry in the name of religion. Well, for most of us. Our stand of religion or our religious sentiments are like over inflated water balloons. They distort anyway, doesn’t matter howsoever delicately someone tries to handle it. It is destined to burn down ones’ hand who tries to hold it, or even touch it for that matter. For one who tries to play with, its catastrophic consequences leads to the homicide of the masses. This is what we have made religion out of us.

First, we made religion. Afterwards, religion made all of us. This is one of the greatest ironies today.

Our priests have a firm belief in them being the messengers of God. Interestingly, entire public affirms their faith and worships them in the face of God.  They have always befooled us with the so called Darr-ka-business and we are even letting them too.

We Indians are the official sponsors of our Gods & Goddesses. 

Religion is the only raga here. I don’t think religion tells us to vandalise theatres, or to break framed glasses & burn posters. Neither it says to worshipping stones. We have a great affinity with stones. We use to worship a few of them, others to pelt at one another, nonetheless some are also used to carve out our living room floors. We are still busy in finding our creators in temples and mosques, while they reside in our hearts I would say. Apparently, we worship stones & statues and kill humans. Sadly, all, in the name of religion.

We are educated enough to understand what religion all about. I believe its all about having hope and faith in mother nature or in our creators per say, and finding a way to regain our peace of mind, if lost at any point of time in our lives.

I firmly believe that PK is an amazing work by Aamir Khan and Rajkumar Hirani, along with their entire crew. Keep up the good work, Guys ! Now, its our nation and society which needs to acknowledge and accept it. Lest, we can protest and continue burning posters of Aamir and Hirani Saab, absconding the motives behind the work. Afterall, no good deed goes unpunished.

“Inside a library, GITA and QURAN never fight. Those who fight over them are ironically the ones who have never read any of them.”

P.S.: This writeup has no intention to hurt anyone’s sentiments. These are one’s personal views and can subject to differences.



Rear seats in Cars tend to have greater powers. Apparently, for most of us !


Driving in India is undoubtedly one hell of a nightmare. We all agree on this. Everyone seems to be in a hurry. Typically, Everyone. Endless vehicles honking on the city roads, to an extent that even a deaf person can bleed through one’s eyes and ears. I am sorry for being rude but thats the fact we need to acknowledge. Believe me, the situation is abysmal.

But today, here I am, to discuss something different. You might have noticed that there is a different occupational community which serves for car owners, that we have contemplated since ages. Precisely, for those who could afford the luxury of cars, not today, but a decade back I would say. The driver or the chauffeur. 

I have noticed a thing every now and then. As soon as we roll down our windows, we find in many cars, the seat adjacent to the drivers’ , empty. In most of them. Haven’t you ? The driver drives, and provides the service for which he is obliged to. On the other hand, the owners sit behind and direct.

In India, we love to direct others.

Ever wondered, why do we do that ? Why we sit behind ? Is it really necessary ? Let me tell you. It simply exclaims, “The person driving is nowhere related and on my payroll for the services he is here to offer.” Nevertheless, it helps in manoeuvring our rich facade, for The People, if I must say. True. Isn’t it ?

Some might exhale safety. But I don’t think its about our safety. Let me take you to the core of your insides, it might hurt though. We might say that mostly drivers are males and so ladies don’t want to sit beside them. There is a distance that needs to be maintained, at times in the name of professionalism and hence one adheres to it. But the same lady wouldn’t hesitate to sit next to the person, who she might have just met an hour ago at the bar or a party. While the driver we were talking about might have been serving the family for years. Where are we safer actually ? Are we infiltrating to our own safety ? The question is still there, waiting to be answered, somewhere sneaking from the dark corridors.

83267447Our position in the car definitely establishes power. Well, in India at least. The big bureaucrats, CEOs & COOs of companies, rich businessmen and last but not the least, our politicians are often seen as reading newspapers on the rear seats of cars, coats hung by the side, while their drivers try to crusade them through dusty crowded roads of the city. This surely displays overt power. An onlooker on the bike, actually turns and looks at the car, dreaming himself in those tinted glasses, somewhere in the near future. That dream dramatically includes the driver in the front seat. A never ending cycle of social inequalities.

If someone employs a driver, then undoubtedly they belong to the creamy layer of the middle class atleast, if not the upper one. And, drivers mostly belong to lower income groups. We all know that the difference in classes exist, vividly. But I believe driving is a professional job, & it is meant to be dealt professionally. This

segregation is not at all acceptable and meaningless as well. After all, we are dealing with these trusted people serving us for generations, with whom we let our sisters and daughters wander on the chaotic streets, who picks and drops our children from schools, and seldom picks us in a pathetic state from the classic midnight parties. And in return, all we end up giving to them is the sense of offensive segregation, rather than the greatest of our compliments and gratitudes.

Delivering a million smiles. Always.

Delivering a million smiles. Always.

Many of us talk about social empowerment and equality but this simple act establishes exactly that we won’t change. Talking about is good but implementing it in our lives is the bigger picture. And a better one too. The irony is, our position in society and our status are reiterated by such social practices. We are too drunk either with power or to get power and this obsession needs to be ceased.

The Three Letter Magical Indian Word – S.E.X. !


ssexxSex is THE BIG WORD in India. Don’t you think so ? Come on, accept it !

The mystery stills prevails for me. Why it has to be so ?

Don’t we do it ? Don’t we like to do it ? Don’t we want to ? Don’t we need to ?

Well, most of us do it daily, it keeps triggering nonstop in our human minds all the time, yet we Indians don’t find it worth discussing or debating. No matter we have reached to 1.3 billions, without talking much into it. And these are just the statistical figures for the year 2013. Now, don’t even get me started on the actuals.

In India, you have to check around everytime when you use this magical word. And I am not talking on doing it. I am just focussing on spelling it out. Out and aloud. It can be very difficult and at times embarrasing too. When heard unintentionally from strangers, people find it a bit misleading. They freak out, actually ! You might be confronted as a sex slave or sex-hungry-addict or a to-be-rapist (I am actually running out of words now), nonetheless synonymed a spoiled brat along with annoying faces of old men and ladies, followed by a subdued murmuring of not-so-appraising words.

Haven’t you heard the epic one liners ? “Good girls from good families doesn’t talk about sex.” “I don’t think your parents brought you up well. You poor chap.” I would say, “WTF ? Really ?”

talk-about-sexWe have this uncontrollable urge to hide it from the kids as well. The kid, till he becomes an adolescent and have some open friends, remains mysterious of the story behind the curtains. There was one kid in my high school, the sharpest of students though, had hardly any knowledge of this. He was unable to swallow the thought of father doing his mother, after one of friends revealed the truth in front of him. My father ? How can he ? Excuse me, its not possible ! My father is a very nice guy. He actually had an urge to thrash his father, before we convinced him on this broad subject and on how it works.

We are supposed to be world famous for that. Don’t you think ? We wrote an entire book on that – Kama Sutra. Remember ? We actually educated the world on how to do it and in how many ways you can do it. But still it is considered as a taboo in our own country, the so called Modern India.

From 500 million to 1.3 Billions in just 60 years ? We have nosedived into the situation. We know that. But talking about sex in a open manner or a girl (even guys) asking for a condom at a chemist shop attracts a different set of opinions, and that too judgemental. The eyes tend to switch, whomsoever near you hears the word condom, as if you are talking about an element yet to be discovered, as soon as you place your demands on the counter. We, the-so-called-civilised-ones find it too inappropriate to talk about it, but we don’t mind doing it on a bare street, groping in particular not being big-a-deal.

I am glad to see that today’s youngsters, in general, do not feel the same way. They like to talk it out and they do. Although they receive more criticisms than appreciations, but they are more than happy in doing that. Consider me one. I believe these numbers are rising as well. We need to understand that its completely natural.

Its best to say that, the soon more people find this worthy enough to talk about, the better it will be for the society and the individual. The least, it will reduce the frequency of sexually transmitted diseases, better education of children about sex, abolish unprotected intercourse and the list goes on.

I believe if we can do it every now and then, we can anyway talk about it and educate others.