Discretionary
Disclaimer:
The
characters, thoughts, opinions, places, events, utensils depicted &
implicitly expressed in this articulate creation are purely based on non
fictional ideas & incidences. Any factual resemblance & relation, if
found, to any of such characters, thoughts, opinions, places, events, utensils
has to be purely coincidental. Also due care has been taken while
conceptualizing the politically influenced connotations, nomenclatures &
terminologies dealt while critically burning the spoon & fork; over
from one form to another.
The pictorial
representation, several content or otherwise depicted throughout the theme
based in this articulate creation are for exemplary purpose & do not
resemble any intentional connection nor any attempt of some ‘issued in public
interest’ kindda stuff.
“At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the
world sleeps, India will awake to life & freedom. A moment comes, which
comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an
age ends, & when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance.”
Unlike any other midnight hour; at the very midnight stroke
of 16th May 2014, these words of Independent India’s ‘First’ PM’s ‘Tryst
with destiny’ hovered & seemed to be filled with unusually different vibes.
Early Friday morning; while the mercury in thermometer boils with scortchy summer
heat, there are heated discussions going round the corner, be it the paper
stall vendor, or even a tea stall. With around couple of months back, having
struggled with the last articulate creation of ‘switchover’, I wasn’t simply
drained outta words, yet, they were just choked up since couple of dozen days
time in the name of ‘work in progress’. :-/
Sipping coffee while dipping dark chocolate cookie; & scrolling
by newspaper apps; coz, turning by the pages of fresh newspaper still ought to
be in the mainstream. With the chirpings & barkings all over; without
sailing along or diving into the so
called ‘wave’ or simply blindly swaying by the waves. Words were just sprouting
out, yet, maybe I was just waiting for this apt moment!!.. With less than just thousand
minutes left by with the countdown to unveil & drop down the curtains over “What
Arnab da’s patented ‘Nation’ wants
to know?!!!.... Just bit struggling into the world of words yet again. The
title in itself invoked to attempt yet another wacky theme, just to spark a
thought upon
This past dozen full of weeks witnessed extra innings of politics
in cricket & cricket in politics too!!... Without going into the number games
of current affairs of finances, budget, economic & political turbulences
& even nothing to do with the bubbling of gold & oil prices in the
international markets instigated by the worldwide pressure.
Yet, while everyone is busy in eyeing on to the news
updates; as much as the excitement of “‘God’ of Cricket’s” 100th
Century; as the political balloon is about to burst; & unlock the curious
open secret, whether this Friday the 16th turns out to be black or stupendously
fab!!.
Some feel, opine & say that ‘brat’ is born with the
golden spoon!. Although destiny may have been chosen for the baby; whether to
opt for spoon or fork, it is indeed unaware about the distinctive
characteristics, be it spoon or fork or even gold or silver. By perception, some
chose or some are made to choose willingly or unwillingly intentionally or
unintentionally, some just gradually mould & sharpen their spoon into fork
& the other way round too!!
Sprouting & serving glittering gold coated words on the
silver platter. With the horrifying haunted ‘Exit poll statistics’; while ‘madam’
& her core team are chalking out the strategy at 15 Gurudwara Rakabganj Road, the Congress War Room. With the
flooding ‘Live debates & discussions’; the heating discussions over petty
issues, simply added to its resultant fodder feeds tweets.
Just as photographer knowingly or unknowingly clicks his
snap in the mind; so does a writer scribbles his thoughts in the same mind too.
At times, I may not have legible handwriting…yet I feel my writing is my usp to
a great extent, just love to breath & bleed my words!. The inversely direct
relation between ‘this & that’; ‘old & new’; ‘black & white’;
‘synonyms & antonyms’; ‘oil & water’; just as ‘gold & silver’,
& so is ’spoon & fork’!!... The
spoon & fork seems to be apt instruments
While the share market indices boomed & even international
politics agreed to adjust with the ‘expected new government’; yet even when the
opposition rules out & sweeps by; some preferred to send their lions for
wild card entry to Delhi, while, some cats & tigers, just simply struggled
& battled to, pounce into their own constituencies. Wondering whether 10,
Janpath & even 7, Race course road; will have to be haunted with dicey achievements.
:-/
In an attempt to wash & wipe out the political sins in
holy Ganga; it wasn’t a violently vicious & ferocious fight between golden
spoon & silver fork, instead just grabbing the vibes that flows got carried
on with the spoon & fork. Beyond just comparing the characteristics of
spoon & fork, or simply cleansing & brushing the words. While Varanasi being
the prime ‘Kurukshetra Warfield’; Rae Bareli & Amethi, were none less than any
combat field!!..
Overlooking into mere spoon &/or fork, may obviously
seem to be unusual & indigestible & undoubtedly a child’s kiddo play
stuff. It isn’t any attempt to explore how to or damn what not to do while
using spoon & fork or any such accessories for countless tasks. Pouring
spoonful of fortune & luck in the bowl overflowing with persistent sincere
efforts & sheer patience & likewise picking out with a sharp fork, the
obstacles of indigestible pebbles
Also without going much into the conventionally social table
manners, dinning etiquettes, table tantrums, chewing 32 times trivia,
sophisticated fooding habits, styles, gulping & slurping stuffs &
intervals. That forky thought
of just exploring & experimenting those unusual ways & means; the way
life ‘pokes’ like a fork.
With imitation, habit, practice, some manage with both spoon
& fork, like balancing the bonding & tuning both the hands
simultaneously. Firstly had thought
the title like ‘golden garbage & silver scrap’; later just trashed &
replaced to ‘Spoon’ & ‘Fork’!!.. Without
going much into the technicalities, forky intentions, deeds ambitions
conspiracies. With the generation gap; when either of spoon or fork gets
jealous of each other.
While digging out the gold bars & silver coins; having left the royal golden
spoon for some gold plated platter. Everyone’s trying their every
bit to get associated with the political & social cause & grab the
spotlight & news bite too!!. As well, ‘perfectionist’ becoming the face of ‘Voting
Campaign’ in the pretext of ‘Satyamev Jayate’; perplexed to be an incredible
decision. The way we perceive the life to be tasty & delicious at all
times, do the spoon n even fork, get to know the taste of it, whether it’s hot
or chilled or simply sweet or sour. :-/
With ‘Chiddu’ & several eminent personas sidelined &
outta picture voluntarily or even involuntarily; the backdrop of senior
citizens; conspicuously mattered a lot. That moment, when, one kicks back its
'own' 'destiny'; sooner or later; the 'destined fortune', will ensure to kick
back; stronger & harder. Nothing
changes until one starts doing something to change... Spoonful results efforts
expectations aspirations consequences
With ‘Accidental PM’s’ admirable silence; when the silence
screams at its peak, even the voice of 11 decibles could have deafened. Smashing
& stirring the evil thoughts indigestible events& incidences in the
container of confessions & pricking the dough with the realization of committing
blunders mistakes errors & faults. Holding delicately with spoon & fork;
that piece of deliciously yummiest cake baked in with preheated yeast full of
efforts & pouring milk of destiny, iced with luck & topping with finely
cut fresh cherry called ‘success’!!..
Neither the 5 petals of the ‘lotus’ & even the 5 fingers
of ‘hand’ are not the same; while scratching the brain over, I suppose, it’s
the only common thing. When
the finely chopped 'present' is just grilled
sandviched between the disturbed ‘past’ & the shattered ‘future’. Exceptionally,
the ‘Accidental PM’; was merely & pitifully sandviched in ‘Mom & Son
Duo’. The tussle of the old faces with new characters & new faces with old
characters; is only healed with the passing time. :-/
Stirring more of some words, just enough, not to dilute
more, in the quest of exploring oneself; by mixing & blending, finely chop
& cut into pieces with some spife, spork or a knork. The ones who are
presumed to ‘uplift’ issues of society’s betterment in the ‘House of the
People’ in the Parliament of India; & not merely ‘lifting up’ &
damaging chairs & tables. Particularly in the political parlance; Kingmaker
in politics, ought to sort out the politically instigated ramifications; while
managing & balancing the ‘image management’.
Incorporating all the political shades of local, national,
international political fiasco; just glueing ‘forky’ to any & every
selective word, in itself & likewise, isn’t the wacky thought!!. The genuine
concerns of autocratic alliance & political charisma; seems to field onto strike
out the magic number of 272 through vote share count & surpass the number
game too!!..
With ‘Shehzaada’ left with determined energy; the one who is
given the job of minding his own business, can neither do job nor the business
too. Without diluting, losing the taste of theme & just simply tossing the
words in a large bowl; rolling & swirling the fork around twisty tangy Italian
noodles, even words are getting entangled into those spicy flavored Italian noodles.
With the political fever; in every single nook; no wonder, if some ‘well
settled’ beggar demands saying; “‘Sarkaar’ k naam pe de de baba”…. :-/
Looking back for a while, instinctive instances that provoke
to bleed & breath with what one is in the mirror!. The hammering ‘political
ideology’ of ‘common man’ holding ‘lotus’ in a hand & ‘broom’ in another;
ensured to burn out the oppositions in the same political flames. Peeping into
reader’s mind, for a change, for some, it may seem to be a mere fork &
spoon tussle; for some others, simply a set of instruments to play with food
stuffs; while for rest others, plainly abstract articulate article!!... The overdose
of political trolls; literally got onto the nerves; beyond the humorous
essence. Several keywords got extra ordinary weight & importance & resultantly
‘modi’fied too
More than mere suspense; it’s more of ray of hope to strategize
about who will bang the number game with clean cheat, to be in government….while
who is gonna run the country with good governance sake. It is not so ambiguous
to relate & compare characteristics with those like some lifeless objects
having emotions & lively expressions. It’s merely not more about the way or
style of how one holds, handles the weapons to point over others.
The political wave became ferocious with the checkmate of one
man government & one woman government tussle. The critics & naysayers
were firing the shotgun from ‘Coalgate to Snoogate’. With the historic political
family background; the allegations of ‘agriculture of poison’ & ‘power
equations’; the forkyy manifesto; glimpsed with the ‘development buttered spoon’.
Aggressive ‘Didi’s spoonful dose; is undoubtedly a spoon feeder to scramble the
agenda & start with the scratch!. With restrictions over the victory rally
& processions; the ones who gonna ignite the political fireworks for every
seat won; will end up celebrating, all the Indian Festivals of the year in a
day itself!. :-/
With counting countdown, interestingly, excited to find; whether
‘lotus’ will bloom all over, or just splash the mud; will the ‘broom’ wipe out
that mud, or will it trash out the ‘common man’ itself?!!.. Anger gulps down
frustration; ideas cut slits thoughts; hunger stabs starvation; expectation
squeezes aspirations; feelings thrashes down emotions; creativity kill
emotions; inventions murders discovery; person is reborn into a human. Even if
one is born with golden fork; one can die with silver spoon as well. With ‘Madam’s
state of governing proceedings; feels like that injured bird; which is
ruthlessly tortured & breathlessly suffocating & stoned to death.
Having sprouted the words & thoughts too; it seems to
just clutter with spoon & fork on empty plate. Everyone is just gonna bake
their political breads; some with buttered buns; some simply stale one. Many
just sail along the cruise called ‘life’; some enjoy the waves, some just stare
the sea, some get anchored, some just drown, some get oxygen masks, some manage
with floating jackets.
With this political treat of Indo – Italian Cuisine in the
mild International ambience; signing off on this note, to gulp & slurp the
tempting political desserts, to be served ahead of the day.
PS:
Just as the bluntless fork & the upside down spoon is
least useful; so is the rusted spoon & even a bent fork. Chamcha?.. sounds
forkkyy??.... Choose your own spoon & fork too!!.. Let thy democratic
republic India fly high with independence to breath ‘bharat’ & bleed ‘India’
with joys & triumph!!... The next time you hold a spoon &/or fork, do
give a wacky thought, for sure!!..
Thank
You!!..
