Disconnected Corona Musings
Cooped up at home, isn’t it
the perfect time to resume your writing? Well, I am not quite there yet but then,
19 days still to go (and hopefully no more). Meanwhile putting together my
daily pots since 22nd March. Disjointed, certainly but so is my mind. Hope
to be more meaningful soon.
27th March
We are enduring and we are
hopeful. Stay positive, friends!
But, a “To be or not to be”
moment! What to do with your phone and social media exposure? What to delete
and what to block? The Covidiots don’t stop with their dumb insensate
bombardment and Covillains keep playing their doomsday prophecies particularly
reserved for India.
Apart from the quintessential
Covidiots who would stay indoors all day and come out in the evening at 17 hr
to celebrate in processions, there is another strain from the Whatsapp Open
University infected with the Morona virus; they would bombard you with
unverified Corona forwards all day without even reading or viewing them (not
that their reading would make a difference as most of them have attained
asinine nirvana, anyway), drowning out the genuine signals of information with
their cacophony. And the Covillains who see nothing right in what India is
doing; lecturing us from countries who have thousands of cases and hundreds of
deaths every day.
All Covidiots need to be
silenced with a pacifier thrust in their mouths.
All Covillains should be
called out and shamed and May the virus infect them in the country they are in!
26th march
Edgar in King Lear may well say that
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us:
and in response let Edmund
declare that
The wheel is come full circle
But how does that help? What’s going to happen to the world and
therefore us and more specifically me?
Is daur-e-taraqqi
ke andaz nirale
hain
Sadken to andheri par, gharon mein ujale hain
(This age of progress has
unique facets, roads are dark but homes are illuminated.)
(Hey, you all
brothers and sisters, shed the darkness of your minds and thinkJ
Ye daur-e-taraqqi
bus aafat ki
nishani hai,
Bachchon pe burhapa hai,
burhon pe jawani hai
(This age of progress is a
precursor of disaster, the children are behaving like the old but the old are
feeling young)
25th March
All of us at home
with all the time in the world. Think, just think! And unlike my friend Bertie
Wooster (when he thought, practically nothing much stirred), a lot would whirl
and ferment and distil. In a prison of sorts now, break free in thoughts as there
is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions! Remember, as
Caesar says in Antony and Cleopatra, Make not your thoughts your
prison.
Remebering this sher from Jamal
Owaisi sahab today,
Gurez-pa hai
naya rasta kidhar
jaayein,
Chalo ki laut ke hum aapne apne
ghar jaayein
(Where do I go with Indecisive
legs on a new path, come, let’s head back home)
And in a lighter vein, with
apologies to the shair (I forget the name),
Jazb-e-shauq-e-shahadat* ye
dekhiye, ab to us ne bhi hathon mein sar le liya,
Ghar pe tikne mein hardam darta
tha jo, us se ghar pe hi rehane ka dar le liya
(The feeling of willing
martyrdom overwhelms me and I have my head in my hands, one who was afraid to be
at home has no fear now to stay put at home)
Naaz se aaya Covid ka virus
yahan, ghar dekha mera to ye kehne laga,
Chalo itni
to iski marammat hui, is awarey ne achcha sa ghar le liya
(The Corona virus came
arrogantly and looking at my home said that good, this soul has been so
repaired that he has taken a nice home for himself)
Happy thinking!
24th March
Eff Corona-o-Covid. Not just tired but totally bugged, irked and
incommoded by the incessant irradiation of insipid and banal posts from the WhatsApp
Open University for the Mentally-Negligible, I thought of this ultimate
sacrilege! Effing around with one of the greatest ghazals of my near uncle,
Ghalib, in the hope that these are testing times and my impudence would go
without any serious chastisement or castigation 😀
Dil-e-nadan tujhe hua kya hai
akhir is dard ki dawa kya hai
akhir is dard ki dawa kya hai
(O innocent mind, what’s up? What is the panacea for all this
pain?)
Sab hain bezar par wo mushtaq
ya ilahi ye majra kya hai
(All are so apathetic but this Covid is so desirous and eager,
Go, what’s this riddle?)
Sab to munh haath rakhte hain
Haan, poochho ki dhoya kya hai
(Hey, all have mouth and hands but ask them, which one have they
washed?)
Jab ki tujh bin nahin koi maujood
phir ye hangama-e-corona kya hai
(When except you, nothing else
exists, what is this Corona shindig?)
23rd March
"Covidiots" is the word! And "censure" them
is the next word. Read on and if my uncle, the bard, is not your cup of tea,
jump to the last para.
Lorenzo: Goodly Lord, what a wit-snapper are you! then bid them
prepare dinner.
Launcelot: That is done too, sir, only "cover" is the word.
(The Merchant Of Venice)
(The Merchant Of Venice)
Jailer: Come sir, are you ready for death?
Posthumus: Over-roasted rather: ready long ago.
Jailer: Hanging is the word, sir. If you be ready for that, you are well cook'd.
(Cymbeline)
Posthumus: Over-roasted rather: ready long ago.
Jailer: Hanging is the word, sir. If you be ready for that, you are well cook'd.
(Cymbeline)
For the clown Launcelot, supervising a banquet,
"cover" (for laying the tablecloths, cover!) is the command); for
King Cymbeline's jailer, "hanging" (he waits the for the order to
hang him)
Why am I quoting all this? Out of context? Not really. Censure
(and shaming the morons) is the word for all the idiots who are mocking the
efforts on to block the spread of Corona virus. These asinine
anti-establishment mercenaries have no suggestions to make, just criticism!
Call them out and show them the mirror. May Corona virus infect only these
jokers and let all other countrymen be safe.
22nd March
Sitting at home, like all countrymen, hoping this simple act
would kill the Corona virus at so many places around us & put some brake on
its vicious spread. More power to this massive "janata curfew"
initiative! Also, thinking of the recent years, reminded of Hamlet as the mind,
inevitably, what with the experience of Train 18/Vande Bharat exp imbroglio,
flitted to my favourite cogitation on the indecision which plagues all
governments in particular and society in general.
Now whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on th' event—
A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts coward
Of thinking too precisely on th' event—
A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts coward
On way to claim some ground in Poland, the prince castigates
himself for not acting decisively. Directed by his father's ghost to avenge his
murder, Hamlet is unable to do it yet. A difference here, "does only
conscience make cowards of us all?" or is it a case of "what a
tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive".
"Thinking" in general, the "precise" lingering over stupid
objections, cowardly protection, a bit of scheming wisdom and venal intentions
or, unfortunately, is it pure and simple machinations?
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