Generation..Loose Control?

Read Anandan’s article on Aamir Khan today. The lady seemed clearly cynical about all the recent happenings. One would get the idea that Khan is suffering from ‘attention-deficiency’ syndrome or something. She cites his example as a claim to fame and is clearly upset over his media-hogging venture.

I would say… give him a break guys…Just how many ‘stars’ can you name who would climb down from their ‘galaxies’ to help mere mortals? I don’t know if Aamir is really genuine about his commitment to this cause or not and I would be very much upset like millions of his fans if this whole thing turns out to be just a gimmick tomorrow.. but as of now cant we just start being a little less cynical and a little more encouraging about the whole matter?

I know. I know this is still my ‘rang de basanti’ hangover speaking…and I pray may I never get over with this one. When was the last time a movie took you to a place so real to your own, so much like your own college katta with characters so much like your friends..when their dialogues seem to be something you might have mouthed..sometime, anytime. When was the last time you cried with them, for them … felt indifferent like they are, felt helpless like did and for one shinning moment, felt proud as if it was your greatest achievement. The overwhelming response to the movie just goes on to show that the youth of today though quite self-sufficient and clear about what they want from life are still grappling in the dark for some real heroes, some inspiration, some passion in their lives…a cause to live for…to die for.

It’s easy …

..to be indifferent.
..to say ‘nothing ever changes’….its far more difficult to ‘be the change’.
..to standby and just watch from the sides.
..to turn a blind eye, a deaf ear and walk away…it takes courage to speak up.
..to be one among the crowds…serves as a perfect camouflage isn’t it?

Don’t know what more to write..feeling a bit numb after letting out these feelings
Found this poem at the back of wren n martin in 8^th std. And couldn’t ever forget these lines..hope you like it too.

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land?
Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d.
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd;
From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his tides, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
The wretch, concentrated all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung.
Unwept, unhonour’d, and unsung.
--Scott