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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I Get By With A Lil Help From My Apps

I’m a wee bit narcissistic. I like to look good although you couldn’t tell that from my perpetual “in sweatpants and loose tshirts” style but I do like to dress up.

Even more so, I like to have a clear complexion and a healthy glow that isn’t brought on by a cornucopia of make-up.

Sadly, the latter’s not been in my favor for a while and going to a derma doc to figure out why the face is becoming a ‘join-the-dots-page’ is also not on the horizon at this time.

The first time I used Snapchat it was purely on a lark and its utter airbrushed, emphasis-on-fair quality made me think that it would promote unreasonable notions of fairness and “prettiness” in the vulnerable, impressionable young people but damn my skin looked good!

Over time it’s become my go-to silly-time app. The filters are ridiculous and whether am sporting a beard, a hat or big bunny ears, it’s all good because the chuckle-factor is fairly high.

And we could all do with more chuckles in life especially during times of uncertainty, crisis and being at crossroads in our lives.

Cheers to Snapchat! May your filters multiply and may your tribe grow…naah..you have enough users..

Retroblogging

I occasionally got back and read stuff I’d blogged about earlier. Sometimes I can see an evolution in the style of writing and at other times it seems either pedantic or boring. But this one is relevant even today, hence the repost. It was written 8.5 years ago on a day when I seemed to have been rather prolific or just didn’t want to actively parent and just hide away in my beanbag and keep blogging.

I was worried that I’ll be fanning my ignorance quite a bit by forgoing the newspapers altogether but a quick glance at them has assured me am not really missing much.

It’s not quite so much as news as an announcement of the end being near. Take a look all around- honor killings up, scams are in they heyday, political parties are the jokers with the Indian Government providing the 3 ring circus. What does get the space in the papers are announcements of the Fresh Faces in the city colleges where self-proclaimed celebs go and shake a leg and lecture impressionable young’uns on personality and grooming. While their grooming and personality (or lack thereof) is highly suspect or airbrushed for the print media 🙂

I sometimes read my papers a day late since my son loves to paper our house and Red always takes off with the Sport pages first thing in the morning. While gathering the papers from last night’s yay-ness I came across a news feature of a German porn star who died after her 6th boob job went bust! Literally and please don’t excuse the pun. Hmm…that did grab my attention because the girl in question really was just a girl and 23 years old.

Hell at 23 if a person can generate that kind of income, why not live it up? What good would 800 gms boobs (each 800 gms mind you) do to a person except make them more susceptible to gravity a WHOLE lot more? And now she’s dead. Fatal beauty anyone?

This isn’t a homily on the evils of x,y,z. It’s been so long since I read the papers and found something genuinely informative. And felt up to date on the happenings around me.

It’s either the verbal skirmishes between the politicos in A.P that make the front page or the Naxals or the scams…and honestly all they make me think of is that people are inept. They do just enough to show that they have Johnsons and then they back off.
I get it, the machinery moves slowly. But for everything? The people who have the most influence and the potential to actually act seem to be mainly posturing and and everything is just for show.

Want to get something done, throw down and the gauntlet and see where that takes you and stand your ground! Things aren’t that stable anyhow whether it’s in the state or the central government. Or for that matter for most things.

The last few ‘newsworthy’ things I remember reading about my city and state either involve political fluctuations, political gripes, suicides, dogs mauling infants, slums, citizens grievances against the local governing bodies. And the list bloody keeps going on and on.

And it’s the same thing the next day. It’s a template of sorts if you will.

Small wonder then that I play escapist and read the comics, smirk at page 3 and get right back to my books.

Cynical but it works.

 

Serenity NOW!!

I’m an only child. That was by design. I am used to space. I love space. Not the ones with galaxies and monkeys in the cube (cue theme music from 2001: A Space Odyssey). But spaaaace.

I have one child. One husband. That too is by design. Too much of a good thing and your head explodes and all that jazz.

The husband and offspring are pals. They fight. They roughhouse. They bicker. All. Near. Me. When. I. Am. Being. Spacey.

I keep the lights off, put on mellow music and veg out. And the bed suddenly dips. Or there are upheavals in it and a small body hurtles itself onto the bed and there are quakes all over.

Then the larger body hurtles in after the smaller one and there is tectonic movement. And lo and behold…NO SPACE pour moi.

I blame my parents. If I had 5 siblings I’d be used to lunacy by now instead of suffering through it sporadically.

Much Ado About Ahmed

At this time, if you Google Ahmed the results that will come flying are only about the teenager who was mistaken for a terrorist by a supposedly over-cautious, over-anxious, overzealous school. But it seems to that there are again, two sides to every story.

Ahmed Mohamed. Who is he? Just a person of color? A teenager? Or an individual from a religion that’s widely misunderstood, reviled and feared? How about we put them all together and add a device to the mix which does look like many bombs I’ve seen in papers or on television and you have a huge faux pas which is trending on social media and making an unlikely celebrity of someone who should be playing ball like other kids his age and not have to shoulder this media circus.

Now this is my personal viewpoint entirely. Was he wronged against. Yes. Undoubtedly. That’s been proven. Was the school too hasty in branding him a terrorist or even thinking of him along those lines? Again. Yes. Were they wrong in thinking what they did? Now that’s the gray area I can’t skate over.

The last few years have seen a devastating rise in school shootings, racial profiling and anti-Islam propaganda in the United States. How do I know this? Well pretty much every source of communication is putting that message out real-time.

Teenage perpetrators of hate crimes, homicides are inexplicably on the rise. So from where I stand, when a child of a religion that some loonies seem to speak for and act as vanguards of; makes a “device” which looks less like what an innocuous clock ought to and more like pictures of bombs left on sidewalks cafes, libraries, parks across the world; it is understandable that his gestures, his actions, and ultimately he and his device will be feared and misunderstood.

I mean didn’t the Commander-in-Chief of the United States attack a country that left thousands dead, on intel that’s yet to be proven accurate, about weapons of mass destruction?! Fear psychosis or just plain old fear of the unknown is a terrible motivating force. Unfortunately, Ahmed became a casualty to it and underwent things he shouldn’t have. But let’s not be in too much of a hurry to condemn those who suspected or misunderstood the boy. They haven’t crossed the point of no-return just yet.

Maybe they should have tried to be the  adults that they are and tried logic, relied on their knowledge and understanding of the kind of person Ahmed is. But the times we live in warp a lot of things even if they are benign and warped they may remain.

When I mentioned my point of view to my husband, he smirked and said I would fit in well in Texas. His minimalistic way of saying that I exhibited trigger-happy, redneck inclinations. See? Stereotypes are alive and kicking every which way we look.

But I still believe that while reparations may not be enough or even possible for Ahmed from the town of Irving or his school, as he grows up he might eventually understand what led them to treat him as public enemy #1. If he doesn’t, he might consider asking his parents to fill him in seeing that they are from Sudan. Even if they might not have lived in the ‘shoot-first-ask-later’ conditions, they will still understand turbulence, in the world and in the human mind.