Musings on Life ....

Life is certainly full of vagaries, vicissitudes, ennui, joys and sorrows and a forlorn sense of dissatisfaction more often than not; I boast of a kaleidoscope of 258 friends on my facebook profile, but have nobody to turn to when I need the presence of friend in my life the most, I live in a compound that comprises of more than 150 flats; but the only person I ever converse with is my better half, I have been a resident of the city of Hyderabad for well over eight and a half years now but yet have not found anybody whom I can well and truly call my own; and no it's not for lack of trying, my so called friends and well wishers in Hyderabad have been unstinting in their efforts towards misusing my sense of generosity and overwhelming spirit of giving and have grabbed articles like brand new jackets, windcheaters, shirts, wallets and many other such articles by the dozen without as much as a thank you and by your leave, but don't have the time to meet up and exchange notes because I do not figure in their scheme of things any longer. I selflessly took up cudgels on the behalf of co-workers who were being exploited silly by a system that was forcing them to work for as much as twelve hours a day for wages well below the minimum wages prescribed by the state government and expressely applicable in the case of unskilled and semi-skilled labourers and what was the end result; I was villified, victimised and made to feel like a pariah dog by the managements of these two companies whose owners owned lavish bungalows, spent lakhs of rupees on their personal entertainment and well being while paying their hapless workers who led a hand to mouth existence in a significant majority of cases on the twelveth day of every month, I advanced their payment date to the third day of every month, but soon found myself jobless as I was perceived to be too much of a loose cannon and threat by the management and no one could summon up the courage to speak on my behalf despite my having lost my job for my unstinting efforts in improving their work conditions and quality of life. I have no intention whatsoever of either pitying myself or making myself out to be some kind of martyr, I did what came inherently to me and always followed the path that I perceived to be true and honest and if losing my job was the price I had to pay for doing what was right and just so be it. My best friends during my formative years were Ramesh (Kannan) Sambandam, Ganesh and Arjun Rajagopalan, Dilip Nadig, Junaid and Naveed Pasha, Orville Dooland, Rajesh Diwan and Vijay and Vinod Ramasundaram and yet today I am perceived to be an outsider in my own country just because I am not a Telugu and do not speak the regional language, I can fluently speak Hindi, Punjabi, Sindhi, Kannada and Tamil and a smattering of Marathi and Bengali, pray tell me how many languages can you so called insiders and self styled sons of the soil speak. I am dismayed, anguished and deeply pained at the callousness, indifference, lack of empathy, selfishness and self obsessiveness of my fellow human beings and hence express my sorrow and dismay at this rather sorry state of affairs through these rather lengthy monologues..........


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