Fallen From Grace

Being an Indian should evoke an indomitable sense of pride in every citizen, but I dare to say that my every ounce of liking for my native soil has evaporated into thin air. After the devastating desecration of one too many churches, the vandals fueled the fire of rage amongst Christians far and wide.

In my opinion, reacting would be a problem, but acting wisely would be the solution. Words speak louder than actions in this case scenario and this was the response that was elicited from me on a social networking platform:

Dearest Government of ‪‎India‬ (yet again),
The Pledge and the Constitution have been reduced to mere jokes, and I say that seriously. I didn’t think I’d have to write a sophomore stanza expressing my utter shock and dismay over the manner in which our churches are being desecrated and our people are being exploited. It stuns me that this idol-worshipping country maintains cricket stadiums but vandalizes churches, takes major issue over a trivial jibe targeted at a politicians as dirty as the ghetto streets, but remains tight-lipped and indifferent when a religion and its flock are at stake. Are you barbarians, by all these deeds, trying to criminalize our very existence? But know this: you have all fanned the flames of our fury to a fever pitch, yet, we will not avenge. We will not thumb our noses at the founding commandments of our faith that teach us to love and forgive our foes. Our God never retaliated when he was crucified and jeered at. To everyone who has orchestrated or executed such loutish acts, remember that you will have one bloody banquet in Hades waiting for you. You might have broken our churches, but you can never break our Christian spirit.

After all, what would the economic stats, the political ambitions and the education matter when brothers and sisters cannot coexist peacefully in their own home?


Things are Getting “Cheesy” Around Here

Since I have already thrown the spotlight on apples in one of my recent posts, I’d decided to blog about a food item whose taste has long ebbed away from my tongue, but whose savory image has etched itself on my mind.

If you happen to be looking for calcium, protein, phosphorous, fat and a good treat for your taste buds, look no further than cheese! And if you’re looking for a hub that offers you cheese as cheap as candy or as expensive as your whole outfit (don’t dare think for a second that it’s cheesy), you might want to consider booking a flight ticket to France.

France is responsible for introducing to the world four hundred odd varieties of cheese and it is so said that each day of the year is graced by a variety of cheese.

Now we all know that Carolus Linnaeus was the brains behind the Kingdom System of Classification of Organisms, and coincidentally, cheese here has also been painstakingly classified into around eight families that are further subdivided resulting in a whopping 1000 types of cheese.

Said Charles de Gaulle, one-time President of France, “How can you govern a country which has 246 varieties of cheese?”

The type of cheese is characteristic of the region it comes from.

Camembert is a softer variety that was first made in the northern territory of Normandy and surprisingly enough, it has its own signature packaging—round, wooden containers fashioned from poplar. Suitable if your jaws are tired and your tongue requires the rest it deserves.

Emmental is a harder variety that traces its birth back to its namesake city, Emmental in Switzerland, however, variations of this medium-hard variety had evolved in France. This type is preferable for those whose jaws could use a good workout with the mastication.

And now let’s add some color to our platter, shall we? Our Frenchmen- along with our microscopic companions Penicillum, are also credited with the original production of Bleu d’Auvergne, veined cheese as some folks like to call it with its characteristic pungent taste.

I don’t know if writing this was a good idea, because now that I have, the thought of cheese and the sight of cheese (from the image) make me want to rob cattle and start my own dairy farm (no kidding!).

A Frenchie would understand!

India’s Internal Tussle

“Tolerance of intolerance is cowardice.” — Ayaan Hirsi Ali

There’s something special about the Indian Constitution. It’s the longest handwritten one in the world and the highlight, you ask? Its postulates are hardly ever adhered to.

An excerpt from the pledge is as follows:

“India is my country. All Indians are my BROTHERS and SISTERS… I LOVE MY COUNTRY… I shall give my parents, teachers and all elders RESPECT and treat everyone with COURTESY…”

Keeping that in mind, let’s visualize the happenings in New Delhi. Christians are protesting against vandalism and the police round them all up and pack them off to the cellars- like stray dogs causing a nuisance- to a shelter.

The texts prescribed for high school education gasconade the country’s policies of secularism, brotherly love and, above it all, tolerance.

Hyperbolized is the fact that this country has never waged a single external war in the history of its existence. That is just a veneer camouflaging the internal war that is highly alarming.

The soil of this country once ran red with the blood of the myriad martyrs who vowed and slogged for independence, coalescing peaceable people from every nook and cranny of the nation for a sole, selfless purpose. They freed India from the oppressive regency of the British, but we are yet to free this country from the tyranny of our very own. Ironical, isn’t it?

A country’s true glory lies not in being an economic superpower, a technology giant or a contender in the global market. Glory in its untainted form can be tasted only when the citizens of the country start loving and living as one though many.

So, dearest Indians, don’t just recite the pledge. Live up to it. And don’t just let people hear the words. Let them see you putting them into befitting actions.

Don’t bask in the glory of the past while not maintaining its standards in the present and hope for a radiant future.