Cruelty—thy name is...human!
Once, while at the bus stop with a friend, a small girl came up to me and begged...when I refused to give her a single penny, my friend called me stingy...but when I took her to the bakery nearby and bought her some food, my friend laughed at me in communion with the baker ! Isn’t this why we often refuse to do what our heart tells us to? Isn’t this why often we bury our ‘service’ instincts and act like filth? Just because we fear that our peer group shall laugh at us? Just because we fear that the people around will call us emotional? Just because we fear that the world will stamp us as ‘vulnerable’? Why, why, why? Why is it always easy for us to sympathise...pity...even scorn...but never to help? Never to listen to our heart...never to express our feelings? Is it so hard...or is it because these kids are no one for us? Would we do the same if they are part of our family...or our friend’s family...would we? Is it true...the age old excuse, “I alone cant change anything"? Cant each one of us make a start?
Cruelty...no...that is not the word...but I can't find a word that can express that torture...that pain...so lets just put it as ‘cruelty’...
a small kid...a poor hungry soul...for having stolen a few crumbs of bread...being punished with a vehicle being run over his tiny little hand...they claim it is to teach the boy what is good and what is bad...
Once, while at the bus stop with a friend, a small girl came up to me and begged...when I refused to give her a single penny, my friend called me stingy...but when I took her to the bakery nearby and bought her some food, my friend laughed at me in communion with the baker ! Isn’t this why we often refuse to do what our heart tells us to? Isn’t this why often we bury our ‘service’ instincts and act like filth? Just because we fear that our peer group shall laugh at us? Just because we fear that the people around will call us emotional? Just because we fear that the world will stamp us as ‘vulnerable’? Why, why, why? Why is it always easy for us to sympathise...pity...even scorn...but never to help? Never to listen to our heart...never to express our feelings? Is it so hard...or is it because these kids are no one for us? Would we do the same if they are part of our family...or our friend’s family...would we? Is it true...the age old excuse, “I alone cant change anything"? Cant each one of us make a start?
Cruelty...no...that is not the word...but I can't find a word that can express that torture...that pain...so lets just put it as ‘cruelty’...
a small kid...a poor hungry soul...for having stolen a few crumbs of bread...being punished with a vehicle being run over his tiny little hand...they claim it is to teach the boy what is good and what is bad...
a small kid...a poor homeless mortal...though he gets pushed away, he begs on the railway platforms for a little something tht would help him fill his empty tummy...until a burly man pushes him out of his way with his burly hands and the kid falls onto the rails...thankfully, there is no train there and none came...they claim it serves him right...
a small kid...a poor lonely girl...with a burnt arm...burnt with acid thrown on her by god-knows-who.....people walk by... looks at her with a lot of pity...throw a few coins...they claim it is her fate....
a small kid...11 years old...looks just 4...thin like a pencil...because his guardians brought him up on plain water and meagre morsels so that he would remain thin and would easily slip through in between window bars to steal stuffs from households...they claim these are part of a hard life....
a small kid...burnt from head to toe...with kerosene poured on him and set afire...because he failed to collect the amount of money assigned to him by the beggar community he was entrapped in...they claim it is his destiny....
Well...every destiny reaches an end...either with a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow...or with just more dirt at the end of a dark cloud...but for most of those described above, the dark clouds bring massive rain...we can just hope that afterwards, when the sun shines, they may walk along the rainbow road and the pot of gold will greet them..........greet them with the kind of life we enjoy!
Why not help them get greeted......why not give them a share of what we have so far been blessed with? God creates everyone equal...it is the way we treat each other that matters...so, what say, folks?
Are You Indian Enough To Read This???
A Malayalee would know the translated meaning of my blog title... CUCUMBER CITY... ‘Vellarikka Pattanam’... a city where idiots think anything is possible... ‘kuch bhi chaltha hai’.. And I was wondering... from the way things are going, isn’t it high time India is renamed as CUCUMBER CITY??? Absurd idea, isn’t it?? But it is feasible...in our country, at least...
Yesterday, I had gone to visit my granddad who had returned from Australia (regret to mention that he didnt bring me anything! rude, isn’t it? hehe..) And he was relating the differences between here and there... true...Australia is a much developed nation...not fair to compare, right?? But then... what on earth were we all up to all these 60 years since the GREAT GRAND INDEPENDENCE??
Anyway... after all that discussion, generally people would become gloomy at the sorry state we are in !! But I rather felt we are a funny lot...all of us Indians... Taking for Granted is our motto... and that is one motto we ardently stick to...
Ever noticed how we must strain to read the ‘Do Not Spit Here’ boards because of all the spit that is covering it?? Hehe...having to advertise such a board at a public place is shame enough...and to have to struggle to read it??? Atrocious!
Ever noticed how we crib at the lack of ‘better’ facilities at public places but use the ones available as if its been provided individually for each of us and misuse it to a sorry state?? Atrocious!
Ever noticed how we frown at tho omnipresent spit on the road, wonder which ******* did it and then do the same because the sight makes us puke?? Atrocious!
Ever noticed how we all complain of the corrupt politicians and their horrid governance?? And then elect and re-elect them every time just so that the party we dislike don’t come to power?? Atrocious!
Ever noticed how we gape in awe at the beauty and cleanliness of the European countries and still strew our garbage everywhere around other than in the public garbage bins... and then swear at the Corporation about the stench?? Atrocious!
Ever noticed how we daily curse the pedestrians for walking ‘on the road’ and still jam park our cars and two-wheelers on the footpath, leaving them no other choice?? Atrocious!
Ever noticed how organized, disciplined and full of civic sense we are when we reside in a Singapore or a Middle East nation or elsewhere, do not litter their surroundings, do not abuse fellow citizens and never try to get corrupted...but then inevitably do all this when we return to India?? Atrocious!
Ever noticed how we curse all the people who use public toilets and the stench they leave...and then leave without flushing out our contributions just because the previous user wasn’t sport enough to do that?? Atrocious!
Ever noticed how we scorn the poor law and order system, shower the officers with sarcasm... yet slip a couple of Gandhi heads into their pockets to ease ourselves out when booked for public wrong..like speeding, jumping the red light or smoking in public?? Atrocious!
Ever noticed how we pride ourselves on being a secular nation and yet find ourselves filling a column on our caste/religion in every single application available in th country?? Atrocious!
Ever noticed how people abhor being referred to by the name of their low caste, yet doesnt mind being given priority based on that status when jobs or any selections are concerned; or how people enjoy being a high caste... yet hates it when they lose preference to the lower caste ones?? Atrocious!
Ever noticed how we always blame our fellow citizens, the government and even the rest of the whole wide world for the under-developed state of our nation, but always finds the excuse “I alone cant change the system” and continue to do nothing about it?? Atrocious!
Well, for that matter............. Ever noticed how people like me (and you) write up such huge articles, publish it, expect people to become enlightened but we ourselves never do anything about it?? Atrocious!
So then I guess I better stop...but hey people out there, the next time you offer a vote to our ‘Leaders’, ask them if they would consider replacing ‘India’ wid ‘Cucumber City’... hehe... I shall get some limelight then... what say??
By the way, dont drag me to court for offending the nation's name, all right?? I believe there is a mention of something like "freedom of expression" in our Constitution...studied it in Civics in Std 8...hehe...anyway, I was just using that...no offense, folks!!!
Be a Proud Indian...Help India Progress !! and then, enjoy life !!
ABOUT HIM>>>>>
Sitting by the window, i was weeping
thinking of some silly worry in me
a pinch of sadness was too much to take
for me, happy was how life was to be
and there HE came, stood nearby
held my hands tightly in his palms
HE whispered words of solace to me
surprisingly, i became sober and calm
HE stands by me in times of sorrow
laughs with me in those of joy 
at times, he does reprimand me..
but i play with him and make him my toy
in every prayer of mine i thank God
tht i live in a world adorned by HIM
for else i'd have led a life
that was nothing but dull and dim
HE gives me joy though i ask him not
HE guides me right and stands by me
HE cares for me and gives me strength
happiness is where there is HE and me
about HIM i can go on and on
i can love HIM more than any other
HE really means quite a lot to me
because HE's my very own dear brother !!
The cucumber is the edible fruit of the cucumber plant Cucumis sativus, which belongs to the gourd family Cucurbitaceae, as do melons and squash. The plant has been cultivated for 3000 years now and is still being widely cultivated even to this very day. The cucumber plant has large leaves that form a canopy over the fruit. The vine is grown on the ground or on trellises, often in greenhouses. It is a fruit because it contains the seeds which help it to reproduce. The cucumber is believed native to India !!
Now, the reason I've named this blog Cucumber City has nothing to do with all these facts...nor am I interested in cucumbers...it is simply because I liked the name...probably because I'M AS COOL AS A CUCUMBER !! ;)
Now, the reason I've named this blog Cucumber City has nothing to do with all these facts...nor am I interested in cucumbers...it is simply because I liked the name...probably because I'M AS COOL AS A CUCUMBER !! ;)
Welcome all --to my blog !
One of my best and worst dreams came true when I joined SCMS College, Cochin for my PG in Public Relations and Advertising... I met Manju !! You know the 
kind of chatter boxes which refuses to keep shut no matter what you do to it?? That is Manju for yo ! But I must give her due importance...if she misses class just one day, there's just too much peace and quiet that you start missing her...hehe...we have all experienced it... but Manju's got a religious side to her...she always chants "Kanna Kanna" which is the pet name of Lord Krishna...I guess (and hope!!) HE shall give her all that she wants in life. Anyway Manju is one cool friend to have around...I'm sure I wont forget her even if I try...(hehe...not tht I'll try...still...) and you know why it is so?? Because...simply because...my memory always retains my troubles!!!
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