The Feathered Ones

When you’re lucky enough to spot flamingoes, painted storks, pelicans and herons all in the same frame.

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The Bad-Isms

I don’t usually write too many serious blog posts. Barring the fact that it reaches an audience that may not be in the mood for something grim and somber; I have a particular audience where I thrash things out to my heart’s content (usually). Thankfully some of those people are close-by and I get to see them as often as I’d like. With a few others a continent away but still very deeply entrenched in the discussions about the state of the world, fairness and everything that deviates from them.

I had written this a few days ago and it had helped me get some stuff off my chest. My worries and feelings about the prevailing situations in a particular part of the world.

A few days ago, two particularly close friends and I were talking about the same issue again and I realised that in the name of Democracy there actually isn’t a lot of tolerance in certain parts of the world. Especially in one that touts itself as the vanguard of the ideal. Jingoism is the name of the game. However twisted that game may be.

Children coming from other countries, whether they come to stay for a short duration or migrate, are prevailed upon to recite the Pledge of Allegiance and know the Star Spangled Banner without any reasons given beyond that this is how things are done here.

I understand being loyal to the country you are staying in. But why force patriotism onto kids belonging to other countries at ages when they are too young to reason things out for themselves? Does it help in any way to have them loudly pledging any allegiance? Is it something they’re doing out of compulsion/habit or is it organic?

From 3rd to 7th grade I pledged my allegiance every school day without fail and if you woke me up from my sleep today and asked me to do it, I would be able to perform on autopilot. And while it didn’t harm me in anyway to do so back then, I don’t recall a single teacher of ours attempting to get to know anything about the other cultural and racial backgrounds barring having us draw our country’s flag and tacking it up on the noticeboard at the back of the room along with our pictures next to it. That doesn’t really spell acceptance and inclusion to the adult me.

Ethnic equality concept and racial justice symbol as a black and white crumpled paper shaped as a human head on old rustic wood background with contrasting tones as a metaphor for social race issues.

And circling back to the burning topic of racism, while we did religiously follow Black History Month in our school, we didn’t process beyond Abraham Lincoln, the Emancipation Proclamation, Rosa Parks and Dr.King. I didn’t study in the US beyond the first few months of junior high but even then, I learnt more about other notable people from the movement by watching movies- Medgar Evers et al. Books pertaining to the segregation seemed restricted to Roll Of Thunder Hear My Cry.

However, when it came to the Holocaust we were given an exhaustive look into things. Quite a few of our teachers were Jewish and had known of people who were in the concentration camps or had lost family members in pogroms. Names like Treblinka, Dachau and Auschwitz became part of our everyday vocabulary. Our class’s annual program was A Fiddler On the Roof one year.

This is not to say that am equating the Holocaust with the injustices doled out to the African-American people. But inhumanity is inhumanity. There were lynchings in the Deep South, forced breedings to create superior race of slaves who would be sturdier, work longer, better and cut down the need to employ too many people and in turn save their owners money. None of this was taught.

Maybe it was found to be unpalatable for 12 or 13 year olds. But being exposed to the horrors of the Holocaust via Fredrich, When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit, The Number On My Grandfather’s Arm and of course, The Diary of Anne Frank were all deemed as being perfectly suitable. Of course it goes without saying that atrocities in any other part of the world were never even touched upon. I guess they leave that for college and for people who chose to know more on their own steam.

I’m not complaining about getting to know about these atrocities one way or the other. But as an adult, it does seem like one race’s history and legacy was prioritised over another. And that’s not right.

And that’s what really stands out for me at the end of the day- whatever is happening is not right! The shootings, the custodial deaths, the riots and looting in the wake of these deaths. None of it is right! And it doesn’t seem like it’s going to get rectified anytime soon.

Till then, people lining the streets holding up signs, hashtags trending on social media and speaking out wherever and whenever the opportunity comes up, is the sole recourse of those who care and those who are the most impacted.

Maximum City-Part Deux

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The Saga Of A Little Boy

Once upon a time, there was a little boy. He was a bit scrawny when he was born but he put on weight and filled out and got himself some plump little cheeks, arms and legs and gurgled all day long.

He was a happy little boy and made his parents very happy too! Except for his mother who used to wish that he would sleep more and gurgle a bit less. Because sleep helps you grow and gurgles just brings out more drool.

This boy went to a school for little kids and had great fun there! They used to have a Naughty Corner for kids who needed to be on Time-Outs and there was a chair kept just for him. But he missed his friends when he was in the Naughty Corner and called them all over to his side. Soon, the teachers found themselves on the magic carpet all by themselves with the little boy having fun with his friends in the newly christened Happy Childrens Corner.

His parents always wondered at how fast his mind worked and everything that filled him with wonder. He soon discovered dinosaurs and other reptiles and there began a love affair that would probably last his whole life.

He loved to swim, swing, make a mess, paint on every part of his body, go on trips with his parents and more than anything, he loved KFC’s popcorn chicken, digital media and warm squishy hugs.

As this boy approaches another set of candles on his cake, his parents keep wondering about his life ahead. Will he play cricket, will be take up palaeontology, will he crash on their couch for the rest of his life? Whatever be the answer, it’s sure to be as interesting as parenting him as been so far.

It Matters. Period.

Long post alert.

I am no “bleeding-hearts” liberal. Neither am I a “ranting” right-winger. I can like one and dislike the other and vice versa, based on situations. I am no die-hard. Because to do so would be to become absolutes and people are rarely just one thing. The one thing we can count on with surety is the gray in them.

Despite being halfway across the world from the troubles in USA, I am still bothered by the way things seem to be playing out there. It doesn’t directly impact me sitting in India but given that a “super-power” of the world still acts colourblind in this day and age, is nothing short of disappointing to say the least and my mind shudders to think of the worst.

As a child in 1992, seeing the live coverage of the L.A riots in the aftermath of the Rodney King incident, I wasn’t impacted much because L.A and New York were faaar apart. We did discuss it in my class and from what I remember, not too many of the kids focused on the color of King’s skin. They did think it was “messed-up” to attack an unarmed man though.

Fast forward a few decades and we now have the BLM movement gaining momentum once again because of 3 unnecessary deaths in very short intervals in 2020. The fact that there had to be a movement stating that Black Lives Matter, is a cause for concern. Why shouldn’t it matter? And to counteract it with another movement called All Lives Matter seems like a farce.

Throughout human history, the times when being humane hasn’t been the default order of the day are during times of abject poverty and hunger; when people killed to stay alive or during the regimes of despots when genocide took place to showcase might or to shut down the dissenters.

But sitting in 2020 with the kind of advances that have happened in science, technology the world over, to have to iterate that there’s a value attached to a human life that goes beyond the color of the skin, is a giant step back. We cannot afford to devolve especially at a time when people ought to be rallying together to stay safe and work at rebuilding.

I look at any kind of police or armed force (the official ones and not the mercenary kinds) as a necessary evil. Our societies are huge and self-regulation isn’t practiced by all. The establishment of “peace keepers” and the judiciary is essentially for that- keeping the peace and for disciplining the malcontents who continue to buck the limits of legal norms and cause disruptions.

I am not naive enough to long for Utopia but a march in the opposite direction goes against everything that I want from the world where my child is growing up.

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It boggles the mind that a policeman would choose to subdue a potential suspect by kneeling on his neck. And continue to do so for close to 10 minutes. It also boggles the mind that a country allows for such laxity in owning and handling firearms that anyone who seems to running away is automatically taken to be guilty and can be fired upon. A woman whose car is spotted outside the residence of a suspected drug dealer, can have her home broken into and get fired upon without having a chance to answer questions defending herself.

The Death of Justice. — Steemit

It would seem that justice, in this day and age, is not blind to color but seems deaf to cries as well.

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A New Offering

A particular project of mine has been in the pipeline for a long time. First in the mental and then digital one but it’s finally seeing the light of day. I’ve started a blog where I review products that I have personally used and can vouch for.

The idea came about when I was forced to turn to online-shopping to manage my time with a giggly and hard-to-catch kid about the house. With e-Commerce booming over the last decade especially, my credit card has touched distant shores and browsed all sorts of categories. If you have it, if I want it; I’ll probably buy it!

So head over to my new blog and let me know if my recos help influence your spending behaviour. The next step would be to let me know about products that you feel very positive towards and I’ll try it out and then profile it so others can have a larger range to choose from.

Cheers and happy shopping!

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“You don’t want your shark wearing Spandex, baby!”…words I never thought I’d find myself saying. Yikes.