Frustrated Soul

My Indian Dream - Finally!

2007-08-31T06:42:00.000-07:00

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My Indian Dream

2007-05-14T05:47:00.000-07:00

Other than politics which to me means the medium revealing the intricacies of society, I take a great deal of interest in cosmology where the universe unfolds itself in infinite space and time; where galaxies fast recede into the ever-disappearing frontiers of universe away from each other; where stars emerge, glow and explode to death; and where, quite apparently, motion is the mode of existence of matter.
Motion, i.e., change and transformation - always from a lower to a higher order - also, incidentally, forms the mode of existence of human society. No idea is absolute, no society is perfect. Whenever a society has been conceived as the embodiment of the absolute idea, shock waves emerging from deep within have shaken its very foundations. And then amidst the despair all around new dreams arise. Some dreams never come true as they are wild fantasies of the human mind, the "mind-in-itself". The few which are realized are essentially abstract creations of the human mind, the "mind-for-itself". Nonetheless, dreams, whether wild or plausible, have remained the source of human endeavour since perhaps the origin of humanity itself.
India of my dreams is essentially an integral India where a Pakistani Muslim won't have to procure a visa in search of the roots of his evolution; where, likewise, for an Indian the great Indus Valley Civilisation does not fall in a foreign country; and where a Bengali Hindu refugee will finally shed the bitter memories of Dacca and a Bangladeshi Muslim will not be hounded as a foreign national in India.
Sounds like BJP? But then the BJP has only thrived upon the great division of the country - between a Muslim Pakistan and Hindu India, albeit not so "pure". As BJP continues to stretch this division to extremes with all the disastrous consequences, great thinkers will surely arise in all the three countries and remould the public opinion for a brotherly reunion. And, be sure, that will be the doomsday for the forces like BJP.
In the India of my dreams, a Ganga and a Cauvery, and a Sindhu and a Brahmaputra, will freely flow into each other and the morning shall dawn to the jugalbandi of great musical tunes of India. Some statesman will then compile his notes into a "Re-Discovery of India".
India of my dreams shall rise in the community of nations as a country which the weakest of neighbours shall not fear and which the most powerful country in the world shall not be able to threaten or blackmail. This India will rank among the first five countries of the world in economic prowess as well as in Olympic tallies.
India of my dreams shall have a secular state which shall rest upon the principle of "Sarva Dharma Varjite" rather than "Sarva Dharma Sambhav". While not interfering with an individual's faith, the state shall actively cultivate the scientific and rational world outlook.
Religion, as has rightly been said, is the expression of man's powerlessness towards his environment. Its abolition therefore demands a thoroughgoing change in the material and spiritual conditions of life where man can stand up to acquire mastery over his environment. Whenever the conservative philosophical systems have burdened the people as deadweights, there have always come up in India great reformation movements. And thus I dream of a great resurgence of rational ideas where the human essence alienated in the form of God shall retrieve itself. This great reformation of human minds shall accompany a social revolution where the producers of wealth shall also be the masters of their produce.
In India of my dreams, glorification of pariahs as dalits will end and dalits will cease to be a category. Castes shall dissolve into classes with each of their members having individualized expression.
In India of my dreams, women shall constitute 50% of representative assemblies. Love marriages will be the rule and the divorce easier to obtain. Children will not know any misery and looking after them will be more the responsibility of the state than parents.
In India of my dreams, every town will have its cafeterias where intellectuals shall have hot discussions over cups of cold coffee! There, some anguished souls can gaze through the plumes of rising smoke conjuring up images of their heart-throbs while many insatiable hearts can be captivated by the interpretations of varied works of art and literature. While no work of art and literature will be subjected to state censorship, smoking shall be strictly prohibited everywhere, except, of course, the coffee houses!
To return to the original theme, in India of my dreams, an Indian spaceship will wade through the deep space while Indian scientists and mathematicians will be working out equations integrating into a whole the fundamental forces of nature.
Finally, for me the mother of all dreams is a motherland where political liberty of each of its citizens will be valued most; where dissent will be considered legitimate and where Tiananmens of the system will be handled by the morally strong statesmen and unarmed forces of people's militia.
India of my dreams is built upon the fundamental processes at work within the Indian society and for whose realization many like me are committed to the last drop of their blood.

Source: Vinod Mishra

Revolutionary Socialism - Source: AWL

2007-03-19T01:13:00.000-07:00

Read it - and join AWL

The working class will rise again
Socialism is possible only from the self-organised working class realising its power as an alternative to that of its masters, the capitalist ruling class. The Paris Commune was the fruit of the first working class revolution; a first brief experience of working class power. It was democratic and egalitarian, forming the basis for Marx of his views on the need for workers' power to smash the capitalist state.
Repeatedly working-class movements have begun to form themselves into soviets or councils, as potential alternative regimes:
Russia in 1905 and 1917
Germany in 1918-19
Barcelona 1936
Hungary 1956
Chile 1971
Portugal 1975
Poland 1980-1
In the Russian revolution of 1917, the workers took power, but were overwhelmed in the 1920s by a bureaucratic counter-revolution. Elsewhere the possibilities of socialism and working-class freedom were crushed. But those possibilities existed. And they will exist again!
Socialism means a society restructured according to the working-class principle of solidarity. It means an economy of democratic planning, based on common ownership of the means of production, a high level of technology, education, culture and leisure, economic equality, no material privileges for officials, and accountability. Beyond the work necessary to ensure secure material comfort for all, it means the maximum of individual liberty and autonomy.
Working-class socialism - counterposed by Marx and Engels to all forms of "reactionary" or "bourgeois" socialism - builds on the best of what capitalism has achieved, in technology, economic coordination, communications, education, democracy and individual liberty. Revolutionary socialism can be far freer and more democratic than capitalism could conceivably be - through integrating economic and political power in democratic structures, through accountability and provisions for political participation, and through extensive political and individual liberties. At the same time a socialist regime would have the power and the will to allocate sufficient resources for all human needs, so that no individuals or groups would be cast off and cast out as dregs, as they are under capitalism.
Socialism is only possible as the result of direct action by the working class. When the current ruling class, the capitalists, took power from the feudal kings and lords, they did so gradually, using wealth they already owned under feudalism, and creating institutions (such as the Universities) to develop their own class so that the actual revolutions were accomplished without much difficulty. The working class has fewer advantages. We own no property in advance of a successful revolution, while our enemies control all wealth. The working class has only its strength in numbers, and the added strength it gains when it acts in solidarity. We will have to forge our own tools; build our own organisations.
To an extent the working class in many countries has already started this process. The trade unions were the product of long struggles by the working class for the right to build their own organisations to protect them from the arrogant power of the bosses. The unions represent the working class - but incompletely, unsatisfactorily, binding the class to capitalism. But the unions still remain the major organisations of the working class, the major vehicles of class struggle. There is no short-term prospect of them being replaced by new organisations. Socialists who recognise socialism as the act of the working class must focus on the trade union movement, rather than on "radical" movements without a working-class or socialist perspective. But we must develop the unions, transform them, reinvigorate them with socialism.
To accomplish all this the working class needs a party - an organisation which fights against the ruling class on all fronts of the class struggle: the industrial front (the workplace, the trade unions), the ideological front (the realm of ideas, publications and theories) and the political front (challenging the right of the ruling class to control our lives). Such an organisation would be large in number, democratic in decision making, and effective in action.
The AWL is not that party - we are small in number, grouped mostly in only one country (the UK) and limited in our impact. But no-one on the left today can claim to yet have the numbers necessary. And the first stage of building a revolutionary party is to have clear ideas which the working class can test out in practice. The AWL has those ideas - Marxist ideas - we apply them as best we can, and invite all socialists and workers to test them out: if they work for you, then join the AWL.

The Biking Dream

2006-12-21T06:47:00.000-08:00

It was the summer in 1994. I came back home after a tiring hot summer day in my school. I was sweating, thirsty, and very hungry. I entered from the back door of my home and then suddenly I forgot everything. The hunger, the thirst and the sweat just went away. Why??? There stood a red beauty in front of me. Yes, it was my first bicycle. The scorching sun I hated, had suddenly hidden behind the clouds as if it was saying “Common Vicky, go for a ride!!”. I enjoyed my first pair of two wheels in front of my house and was happy all day. Nothing could have possibly taken away the smile off my face that day.

But as a child I had loved watching people driving motorbikes. While riding my bicycle I used to imagine the grips as the accelerator and breaks as the real bike brakes. Making the sound of a bike I used to imagine myself on a real bike. The madness had just begun.

Years passed by and my father knew I wanted a bike badly. Then came 2001 and as I had just written my class tenth boards, I got the best possible surprise. There stood in front of me a black beauty. It was LML Energy 100 cc. I couldn’t have been more happier. Day and night for the next two months I was either riding it or thinking about it. I went for small drags with friends and did some amateur stunts too. This kept me happy as studies were a top priority. But passion for bikes continued.

Books take a big chunk of time out of my life but whenever I am on the road on my bike, I breathe and live it. I have a HH Karizma 225cc now and will surely buy a Suzuki GSX R600 one day. Or else what am I studying for?

As soon as I press the electric start button, the bike comes to life and so do i. Pushing it into the first gear and the pick up gives you a hit. Then I forget all negatives of life and life seems to be beautiful. The cool wind cutting across you and speedo and RPM going up and down. These speed breakers never seemed so irritating, the land along the highway never seemed more greener. The sound of the engine, those dippers flashing in the rear view mirror, the fellow biker overtaking, girls in their car checking you out, people staring, watery eyes, smell of hot rubber……….. this is what I call life….. biker life…..and the madness continues.

Ooooooooops

2006-12-13T23:16:00.000-08:00

No office thses dayzz.... sittin at home and relaxing... all this has become a luxury... this two week leave feels like Life... i was dead before this... Hot food.. friends to talk to... books... music... time to think and most importantly time to sleep.... Its an awesome experience.. donno what life I want... the corporates kill but u need money to survive.... thinkin a lot these dayzz... lets see whats in store...

One days i met some1... she is pretty... cute... and understanding.. intelligent and what not... lets see if life is taking another turn.... my road is full of turns... I hope I dont met with another accident on this deadly road of life... really wanna survive...God Bless

My Favorite Song -> Just For a Change in mood

2006-11-11T23:45:00.000-08:00

D' you breath the name of your saviour in your hour of need, n' taste the blame if the flavor should remind you of greed,
Of implication, insinuation and ill will, till' you cannot lie still,In all this turmoil, before red cape and foil closing in for a kill

Come feed the rain

Cos I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah feed the rain
Cos without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust
It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed
All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need
I lust for after no disaster can touch us anymore
And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before

Come feed the rain...

Don't walk away, don't walk away, oh, when the world is burningDon't walk away, don't walk away, oh, when the heart is yearning

Who Cares

2006-10-11T11:16:00.000-07:00

Ya, it started as just another day. It was October 11, 2006, I woke up at 9 am, did all the essentials and get into my car to rush to the office. Listening to the FM Radio and havin my breakfast, I was drivin on the highway when suddenly I came across something which defined my whole day. When life is running at a fast pace, u tend to forget things happening around you, the state of people around you.

There was a rickshaw puller being beaten up by a well dressed gentleman because he was just too close to his Honda Accord car (I assume this was the reason). And then my mind kept on thinking, was it that big a reason to beat up someone. Or the reason was altogether different. the real reason was that the rickshaw puller was poor, of a lower cast, and at the wrong place at the wrong time and in front of a High-Society man who can do anything he wants with his fellow countrymen just because he has the power of the green paper in his back pocket.

The person who spent 18 lakhs and has his family member enjoying movies all day and nights beats up a person who saves 18 rs a day to send back to his village in Bihar so that his parent don't die and his children don't beg. That's whats happening around us.

Lets spoil our mood for sometime by thinking of all this and go to sleep. That's all we can do about it.

One Night....

2006-09-06T10:30:00.000-07:00

It was 11:30 Pm on September 1, 2006.. it was drizzling and I walked out of my office to get into my car and drive 36 long kilometers back home.... I had been in office for 14 hours and was tired and pissed off.... while on the road, it started raining heavily and traffic slowed down.. I got stuck in a jam at 12 AM in the night on Delhi-Gurgaon highway.... as I the traffic cleared everyone picked up pace and I too drove fast as I was already frustrated.... then I saw a sardarji in front of me on a LML scooter who also wanted to reach back home... drenched in water, he too drove a bit fast until he fell on the road as there was a big hole due to heavy rain... his scooter in the middle of the highway and he was lying about 7 metres away... not able to stand, a guy helped him out and I picked up his scooter and his shoes... with a twisted ankle and a number of wounds, how would he reach back? The look on his face made me feel that i am a lot better.... But why? Why did he fall? was it his mistake... can't he drive his vehicle at his own pace? He would have spent all his life paying taxes to our government and what did he get in return? A fall on the road.. It felt like someone has punished him for paying a part of his hard earned money (which he could have used to marry his daughter).... that's our great democracy... where Ford Endeavours line up for the politicians... and the man who paid for them is lying on the road at 12 AM in the night... long live our democracy....

The Child

2006-08-27T03:54:00.001-07:00

We The People.... Born in metro cities we go on with our life as it is.... what we dont think about is about the child who is born in a lower caste and a small village in Bihar or in Orissa or Chattisgarh.... Is it his/her mistake ??? No it isn't.... But he will suffer throughout his life.... Why??
Why Cant we do anything... that child wont grow up eating healthy food or drinking cow's milk... he will get only what his poor parents, who themselves barely survive, have .... He wont go to school... he will spend his childhood crying and his teenage would either go in begging or he will work as a bonded labourer... Does this country (our great india) belong to us... or is he a part of it as well?? if yes, why does he die hungry... and we have to say "plz .. my stomach is full" "I will have more later"....
if he would have a chance to study... he might have gone to an IIT or an IIM... but he's not given a chance....
The resources of a country should be equally divided amongst its people... that's just a dream for our country...
and we live as we are....watching on the TV how many Naxals were killed in a small village... but were they terrorists... they are MA's , Phd's and doctors who are fighting... they are no terrorists... some groups gave them tht name.... thay fight for that poor child... so that his children dont suffer due to the System of this so called socialist country... Where farmers still commit suicide and the netas win elections over the "India Shining" campaign... way to go India...

Life as of now......

2006-08-27T03:54:00.000-07:00

Sittin in my air conditioned office with a cup of coffee... I almost forgot whats happening in the world around me... "I" ??? Who am I??? do i deserve to sit there on that black colored comfortable chair and sip the cup of coffee.... what have I done in my life... Just cleared all the exams and got a good job.... Do I think of any1 else while enjoyin my life... I know some people may say "who cares"... but thats the Attitude which is responsible for the backwardness of our country..

Why?? Why do i reach office late everyday... ??? Its corruption thats the root cause... these so called "netas" take bribes and give permission to big MNC's to take away the farmers land and built sky high buildings... but the roads??? the electricity ?? water?? Nothing... who suffers... We do... and what do we do... Nothing ??? Nothing at all???

"Rebel" ... its not only bollywood movies where it can happen... we can change... we have to get up from that sofa and walk out in the sun...

And we will ...