WHATS THE FREAKING HURRY?!!!

Some days, I feel like the world around me is a dark scary jungle. Like its some grand finale of a circus and we animals have very little time to show our act . We have to reign supreme to survive . Even if it is at the cost of preying on each other. But to use such a metaphor would be demeaning to animals considering how harmoniously they co exist in organized synchrony , within themselves and with nature.
Every day I inadvertently witness these little incidents, situations, whatever one may call it, that subtly(sometimes not so subtly) jostle my conscience. Road rage for example. There is not a single driver on the road who isn't in a hurry to get ahead. Only one in fifteen people will stop to let some cross the road. There is always a throng of people huddled up around a collision or crash site staring brazenly. But most of them are there to be a part of all the action .Ask for help and the number of these voyeuristic spectators starts dwindling rapidly. And god help you if you happen to ,even if its by an unavoidable mistake, irk someone by cutting them or overtaking them or something of the sort!! The looks and hoots you get are intense enough to drive you to the brink of depression. I try my best to do whatever little I can to help appease this madness but that does nothing to placate me when I go through one of my "What's the world coming to?" spells . But I keep on doing so even if it is only for the selfish satisfaction I get out of it.

What i thought of "Paltadacho Munis"

Yesterday i watched my first konkani movie ever and fortunately for me it was the most appropriate introductory platform i could have asked for. It was about a forest ranger who lives alone and leads a plain life dutifully watching over the vast forest for trespassers trying to steal wood. Each day is identical to the next and the pattern to his life is consistent for the most part.Sometimes, when home, his solitude is allayed by mementos and memories of a time in the past when his wife was alive.He has a little box with a few old and tattered belongings of his wife which he values like a treasure trove. In the course of his rigmarole life this mentally challenged vagabond woman strays into his turf and becomes quite territorial  about it. He tries a lot to kick her out but his attempts are thwarted by her relentless free spirit that refuses to be curbed. He finally resignedly accepts her presence and they co exist peacefully for a while. But this lasts only till the characteristic human need for affection surfaces and they reach out for each other. Over time he manages to tame her wild spirit  and develops a peculiar equation with her. Here again , carnal human instincts come to play and their equation intensifies into intimacy and she bears him a child..  This forest ranger, Vinayak, lives across the bridge which is what the name of the movie "paltadacho munis" means. While all this is happening on one side of the bridge the villagers on the other side are incensed when word reaches them. Their puritanical ideologies and orthodox thinking, unmitigated by the lack of education, compels them to think of the forest rangers actions as taboo and thereupon take action against it. This situation is a quintessential example of how social atrocities can penetrate the most far removed places. In the end, the only way in which Vinayak can keep his family safe from the villagers is by isolating them and severing all ties with society.He does this by breaking off his side of the wooden bridge  that joins his world to the village. If its not implicitly obvious as yet, i thought it was a brilliant film and loved it.

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alldatjazz: So stereotypical!!!

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So stereotypical!!!

     Viva Goa!! I feel really lucky to have been born here. I love it and no other  place could ever be home. I love that its laid back which is one of its distinctive characteristic.Most outsiders, on their first trip here, are enamored of its beauty;culture and joie de vivre way of life and end up returning to goa time and again.And can you blame them? I, personally am smitten by this little state of mine.Having said all this and established the passion i feel for my state id like to confess theres one thing about goa i implacably dislike and you may be surprised to find that this happens to be the subject of this post contrary to how i started. Its the stereotypical ideologies of most of the people here. I say "most' because it would be really wrong to generalize and say "all" as i know of so many people who dont think like that. Heres a little incident that happened this morning and as inconsequential  as it is it got me writing this.
     I went to JMP Dias(the most well known electrical store in panjim...actually, the only one known to me) this morning. This elderly (75+) english man stopped by to ask where he could get plastic sheets with adhesive on the back. The store guy was clueless so i told him his best bet would be J D Fernandes and he thanked me and walked out. Heres the funny thing-thats exactly where i was going and could have easily offered to drop him there. And it wasnt as if the thought didnt strike me. It did but for some strange  reason i held back from offering him a drop in the electricity store. When i was driving to the stationery store i kept an eye out  and did luckily spot him.He looked rather disoriented, what with people jog trotting to and fro in some inane race against....time or themselves or each other...When i pulled over and offered him a drop there were these taxi drivers parked on the other side of the road who stopped whatever it was they were doing to stare brazenly at us. Thats the thing im talking about. I felt like i was doing something wrong.Only, i wasnt. And then i realized, as ashamed as i am to say it, that the reason why i hadnt offered to drop the the man inside the store was that at some subconscious level i didnt want to be seen offering him a ride lest people judge and talk about me.  Ive had discussions with friends along the same lines and concluded that almost everyone, perhaps in varying degrees, conforms and adapts their sensibilities according to what is socially acceptable and not acceptable irrespective of right or wrong.But  thats the deduction and not the solution. So what can be done to change this? And will it ever completely change? Cause i find myself in a place where i keep crashing head on into this social barrier of what is and isnt and i make no headway.