Sunday, September 16, 2007

Anne Frank.... A Crash Course on Hope and Courage


I guess I'll start off with what this book is all about.... yea

As the heading says, this is a diary maintained by Anne Frank, a young, Jewish girl who had gone into hiding with her family during the reign of Hitler, towards the end of the Second World War. It was a time when Hitler ordered for all Jews to be removed from Germany and be sent to concentration camps.... a fate worse that death.
With the help of a few German friends, she and her family moved into the unused upper floors of an office building, where they created a home for themselves for almost two and a half years. These German friends were their only connection to the outside world, bringing them rations, clothes, books, news and sometimes even cheer.
Anne was 13 years old. The diary traces her growth from a gawky teenager whose main interests were ping pong, ice cream and boy friends to a mature, sensitive girl who wondered why she was being treated differently just because she was a Jew, who cried when she saw the plight of other Jews from the window of her room and could do nothing to help them and yet wrote fairy tales in her spare time, hoping to be able to publish them one day.
Her writing is not particularly eloquent. And yet it touches something within us. All she has written about are descriptions of the people with her, their daily routine, the little fights and squabbles, and all through her own fight for gaining acceptance as a grownup in a world where time has stood still.
She talks about feeling like a caged bird whose wings have been cut, beating against the bars to get free. She feels a sense of impending doom, when she says that she feels as if she is standing on a little piece of heaven surrounded by dense, black clouds. And yet through it all she remains cheerful, challenging her fate simply with a smile, believing in the inherent goodness of man.

The diary ends on an abrupt note. Simply because a few days after her last entry, she and her family was betrayed by someone who worked in the office and were captured by the German police. But what actually hit this reader was that, the last entry ended in such a way as if she was going to continue… only she never got a chance to. However, a more poignant ending would not have been possible. The diary is complete in itself. Read it and you will know what I mean...
The epilogue tells us what happened a few days later and we are actually transported to that time…imagining ourselves along with them, cowering behind their secret door as the police pounded on it..clutching a few belongings to themselves… feeling their fear, their hopelessness, their despair….
Anne Frank was taken to a concentration camp Auschwitz, the worst of all the concentration camps... also known as the "Death Camp", where she succumbed to typhus within a few months…

She was not yet 16...

Friday, June 15, 2007

Something to think about.....

Im sure almost everyone knows the story of "The Little Match-Girl" by Hans Anderson... The little ragged, slipperless girl who is trying to sell some matches on a bitter cold christmas eve night... in a feeble effort at getting some warmth starts lighting the matches and with each flare she sees one heartwarming vision after another... the last one being that of her grandmother who takes the little girl with her to a warmer, happier place... the next day, people pass by the silent, still body of a little girl... spent matches all around her and a small smile playing about her blue lips.............

I saw a little boy today outside a mithai shop at around 8:30 at night...no older than 6 or 7 years... he was selling balloons and other small toys and trinkets...
I imagined myself in his place... holding small delights in his hand...but he knows they are not for him... he has to sell them and get money to supplement the family income.....
But why is'nt anyone buying anything?? He knows if he had the money he would buy everything...from the colourful balloons to the racing cars and spinning tops....

I wondered what he must feel when he sees small children pleading with their parents to buy his wares..and then them giving in to the whims of their children... does he wonder why his parents dont buy toys for him?

I wondered what he must feel when no one wanted to buy from him?

I wondered what he must feel when at the end of the day all he has earned is a few measly rupees...not even enough for one square meal... and i wondered how he would be able to walk all over the city on an almost empty stomach....

I wondered if he ever thought about the future...or for that matter, anything, beyond when and where he would get some money next....

I wondered if he ever had to or would have to sacrifice his innocence and childhood because all else failed...

I wondered why we turn away from such innocents? How much would it affect our daily lives if we all spared a few rupees, just so children like him get at least one square meal a day?

I wondered if after ranting so much the next time some such kid comes up to me would I turn him or her away empty handed...??


And I wondered if I would see the little balloon seller ever again............

Monday, May 07, 2007

A Thought...

"A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love" - Stendhal

Hmmm... spent some time thinking on this one...
I mean, at first I felt that love happens first and that this love then engenders the hope in a person... but then from where does the love sprout out in the first place??

Chemistry is chemistry...not love....

I guess love lies in the smallest, most insignificant acts...but acts of kindness nonetheless... words which almost go unheard... the comfortable silences which are better than the most eloquent speech.... and finally HOPE... hope that those acts have been done for our benefit...those words have been whispered in our direction and the hope that the other person finds the same comfort in the silence that we do...

Nobody wants to be lonely... hope is what assures us that we will not fall prey to this loneliness...
So basically this means that hope is what gives birth to love, and not the other way around...

Well...my ramblings have made sense to me... dunno about you...

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Tune, kaahe ko duniya banaayi.....?

Duniya banane wale, kya tere mann mein samayi, tune, kaahe ko duniya banayi.....??

Ok, so i dont know who the lyricist was...but damn, that man hit the nail right on the head!

Well,I dont mean to be disrespectful to any deity, but really, i always get this picture in my head where i see all the Gods crowded up around this small gap in the clouds, jostling for space, to get a peep down on earth and the lives that we live...and in that picture i suddenly see the Gods start roaring with laughter, pointing downwards saying, "Oh my God (pun intended!!), just look at the shit that bloke got himself into..HARHARHARHARHARHARHARHAR..... and he now expects us to get him out of it...... double HARHARHARHARHARHARHARHAR!!!!!"

So... whoopie-d-loopie.... this means that we werent created for any specific reason...just mere entertainment....

Wow, that sucks, doesnt it?? :)

Monday, February 19, 2007

When did God come with a Price tag attached????

Had recently gone to Tuljapur...dats near Solapur...for Devi ka darshan....
Man, that was a sad n disappointing trip.... one could call it a fiasco of sorts...
When i think of God...n temples...i associate it with feelings like...devotion... calmness n peace amidst the throngs....because even the crowds add to the almost hypnotic quality of the atmosphere..... But what i saw n felt in that temple..... scared the shit outta me!!! The mindset of the people gathered there was akin to that of people waiting to cram into the last local for the day... angry looks....elbow shoves...barely audible profanity....
Oh...n how can i forget... the fat, obnoxious security guard who wouldnt allow you to go ahead unless you made a settlement with him.... he had this lathi in his hand... swing it with considerable force n he could have skinned someone.... even worse was the fact that he was sitting right inside the main temple .... the main temple!!!!! In full view of God.... How dead was his conscience????????
Corruption...they say that the best way to stop it is if the common people take up a stand..... take up a stand...and what???? get yourself turned black n blue?? Hell, we'd accept corruption anyday!!
But not in a TEMPLE!!! NO!!! NEVER!!!!!!!
And so we waited...... in the ever increasing crush of humanity...... with one claustrophobic aunt on the verge of hysteria.... and still... darshan tar ghyaychach hota na....
The crowd was increasing...the guard began to caress his lathi and make threatening noises..... and so we decided to beat a hasty retreat.....
All we ever got to see was the decoration inside??? And who cares about that!!!!
Slowly we slunk out...tail between our legs....
And in the courtyard.... four fresh goats waiting to be slaughtered!!!
That was it...end of trip!!!
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All i can say of the trip was............................. the scenery on the way to and from Solapur back home was good....
WHEN DID GOD COME WITH A PRICE TAG ATTACHED??????

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Why?

Why do some things happen??
Are they meant to happen....decided in advance....or do they just occur.... weaving themselves through the fabric of our life...like fine gossamer....becoming one with every weft and woof that is already there...
Is there any way we can know what colours are being chosen for us...or do we just keep going on until the whole design is ready before we realise if the colours are to our liking or not?
And once the design is ready... is there any way we can go back undo what we dont like...what we wish we didnt have...and put something else in its place instead...?
Is it possible to do that without actually ripping apart everything else that was good about our life???
Is it possible to go back and pick out the people we wish we had never met... things we wish never happened??Or is it necessary that along with the good we also must get a taste of the bad??With the kind..the unkind...with the patient..the impatient....with the mature..the immature...and with the humble..the egotistical jerks???
I guess...we need to have all these quirks...i mean, how else would life be any interesting?
And hey...what can I say...my life is damn interesting!!