Mr Jazzy

Being A SOCIAL being

'Man is a social animal.' A sentence from the civics subject books of my school days. I wish they had also included the "rules" to be followed while being social. 'Animal', that goes truly for a major categories of people existing.
Lately am repenting, why in the name of God I discontinued my karate classes during school days. Traveling in our very own Mumbai's BEST has taken me to this conclusion.
A month ago my class timing was changed to morning 7-8, because of which I am in the bus during the morning office rush hours. Coming from Ghatkopar where buses towards IIT show up in scarcity. I am mostly statued in the vertical pose.
Few days before in the bus as usual there were some senior citizens standing and a extremely cultureless fellow sitting on the reserved seats. After a long time in the traffic and heat, the elderly ladies finally spoke. They asked him "you should have got up. Didn't you see we were standing." In response, he started shouting on them "why should I ask you to sit. Cant you ask. Is it, that now I have to go about asking people to come and sit in my place", in a making fun of tone. I don't know how people will react to this but I was feeling all hot. I just wanted to hold his collar, drag him to the door and give a nice kick on his dirty bump, just throw him out. But I didn't. I just stood there thinking of what all I could have done and for what all reasons I am not doing it,
Today it was a hell in the bus. All of us a piece of sandwich named 'Mumbai traffic'. It was a catwalk below the Gandhinagar bridge. To add the sauce a old lady came with a kid, a big bag. Few of us coordinated to get her to the reserved seats. A tall man was standing just behind me. During all the hash-bash I could feel his front rub to my back. But then you can do nothing? circumstantial problems. After we all settled I felt as if he was pushing himself onto me. It happened twice. I checked behind to see if there was rush behind him simultaneously giving him a stare. It was almost my stop. As I was waiting for the people in front to get down at the stop. He pressed his front so hard to my back that even after getting down and walking all the way to the office. I felt as if his front was still stuck to my back. I couldn't do anything.
I cant learn karate, Mom says its too boyish. I cant hit that cultureless idiot coz he is a man and I would be helpless if he reverts back. Neither can I react back to the man who enjoys physical touchings in public places. He is a animal who has got rights to do as he desires and I am tied by my social 'do(s) and don't(s)'.
My social status of being a female assigns me some rules. Be shy. Be forgiving. Be sober, gentle etc etc.
DON'T REACT !!!
(I write this not to portray the helplessness of feminine gender but to send a ray of awareness and warning to those who are ignorant of these wonderful animals. May be some day we all will come together and create a world to display our reactions)

pehchan Kaun ?

Inspiration comes from the weirdest points and from least expected persons. If this art of mine can be related minutest to the word 'creative'. I would like to credit and dedicate it to my sweet junior, Sithara
Love you dear

Sadhu Maharaj

As kid growing up I saw news of the deeds of 'sadhus' like Chandraswami, many other frauds. I also saw, learnt and read the greatness of Baba Amte, Saibaba and 'n' no.of others, still I felt these sandhus and saints were all पकंडीs. They took shortcuts to the leisures in life. For me the गृहास्थाश्रम seemed more tougher and those who opted out of it seemed cowards. They were running away from facing the real music.

But today it had to change.

On my way to the class in Ghatkopar everyday I would see some people dressed all white carrying 'potlis', stick in hand as if going for some trekking. I knew they were Jains/Gujjus and thought they are going to some temple. Today on my way back from the class I saw a big procession. Covering it from behind I saw a group of well dressed Jain ladies singing some song. Ahead of them were the white dressed women, some really young girls among them. Leading them were four chariots. One had statue of their Lord probably. On the second a girl child of around 4 sat on a lotus depicting Lord Lakshmi. There was one with goats on it. The final one, a young guy, in his 20s, dressed like a Maharaja, showering money along with coins on the crowd walking by. The band played beautifully to gather all the attention. My mind framed the scene, some rich gujju showing off his son's marriage. Still out of curiosity I asked the lady sitting in front, "marriage ah?". "No", she said, "he is going to take 'sanyas'." Later she added "he is Mcom pass." in a gesture of admiration. I looked back to see the face of the youth. He was going to give up everything that I was going to strive for in future. He will have to control and leave behind eveything from basic human desires to those attached to particular stages of ones life.
I find it so difficult to suppress a desire for a chocolate. That to because of the fear of getting more fat. Which I am already due to overflow of desires towards food. And still that small little repression for my wellbeing is so hard.
There may be times when these people let loose that hold but what they did when they decided to choose this path have earned them the respect for lifetime.