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Bar bar dekho…

What did shutting down of dance bars accomplish? Since when have laws determined what society will or will not do?
by Jatin Sharma

Jatin SharmaA recent Supreme Court judgement now allows dance bars to be run in Maharashtra. Needless to say, several bar dancers and bar owners rejoiced at the judgement – bar dancers and activists have constantly been alleging that dancers were forced into prostitution because of the Government’s decision to close down dance bars. However, the State Government alleged that dance bars were the operating units of the flesh trade. But now that the SC verdict is out, it’s going to be the Supreme court v/s the Maharashtra Government. Whatever the end result may be, the Government is not going to make it easy for the dance bars to operate in the state.

I am very interested in the politics of moral policing. How every time our netas stand up to make our society better, tell us how we should behave and how they know what a perfect society is. As an aside, isn’t stopping corruption and not laundering money also something that speak of an honest society?

However, what’s funny is that these kind of judgements neither create nor dismantle a society. Every time the Government makes a decision bar dancersthat is repressive (or liberating, according to the Government) we see the country go up in arms against it and celebrate when the decision is knocked down. I feel that decisions like these are nothing but just a temporary flutter. A measure of a strong society is not made by how many dance bars it has or how people are being forced to stay out of them. A strong society is determined by how many repressive laws it has to follow, where people don’t have to be told at every step about what is right and wrong.

Even now, the decision is quite convoluted as the Supreme Court has set certain conditions for dance bars to run:
1) Dancers should not wear tight or provocative clothes. (no Mallika Sherawat-type clothes, those are exclusive to her)
2) The clients should not throw money notes on the dancers (so no Vaastav movie repeats on the dance floors)
3) There needs to be a railing behind which the dancers will dance (now this is interesting, an added dimension to the see-but-don’t-touch rule of dance bars)

Our politicians need to understand that everything need not be caged and guarded by rules for it to work. What is the point of our democracy if one section of workers has to wait for a Supreme Court judgement for them to go back to work? And who are we kidding? India has been extremely progressive in the past, but now due to the controlling nature of our Governments, we are turning into a crazed, backward nation. We are making a mockery of our citizens every time we ask them to not kiss, not to have sex or not to even think about it. Emotions are like springs, the more we are trying to suppress them, the more they spring up from somewhere else.

bar dancers and clientsThe Government has a huge task to lead society by example and educate people with their own actions, rather than spoonfeed every thought that was born in some regressive era. Can they really claim that shutting down dance bars made men less sleazy? Can they really claim that shutting down dance bars made eve-teasing and human trafficking diminish? Can they really claim that shutting down dance bars did not further drive antisocial elements into the market, as there was more money to spend?

Just like in Gujarat, where alcohol is available despite all ‘Dry State’ claims, it’s a proven fact the moment something is banned, miscreants become more powerful by taking advantage of the ban and entering the banned business, as they become more profitable with the help of a few corrupt police officials. We need to remember that none of the ‘bad’ things that the society gravitates towards will go away by a simple judgement or a ban. A judgement or ban only decides whether it will benefit the Government, and whether an activity will run in the open or once the shutters are down.

Jatin Sharma is a media professional who doesn’t want to grow up, because if he grows up, he will be like everybody else.

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Politics bachao

Saying ‘I hate politics!’ does not absolve us of our duties as Indians. When are we going to demand change?
Jatin Sharmaby Jatin Sharma

Chanakya said that a country is not ruined by corrupt and evil ministers, but it is ruined by the youth that hates politics and doesn’t believe in the political system.

What the father of Indian politics prophesied a thousand years ago stands true today. Today we as the youth have completely given up on our political system. We just like to comment on politics and political statements that are fed to us by the media channels, several times out of context. Repeated exposure to the news makes us think that we are experts on the topics that are currently ‘hot’ in the newspapers, or are trending in the social media space.

Whatever side of the fence we’re on, whatever our political inclinations, we believe in shouting only when we can direct a hate message towards our politicians. Okay, so Narendra Modi may not have actually rescued 15,000 Gujaratis, but bhavnaon ko samjho. And why just Narendra Modi, we are cynical about any and every politician, even the small fry down the road who contests the corporation elections and loses every time. And whenever we come across a story that speaks about the positive actions of a politician, our first reaction is that of disbelief, and we justify our thinking by saying that he or she must have some vested interest in doing the good that he or she did. We, a supposedly educated bunch, are buffoons when it comes to understanding the systems and the people that run our country. We love playing a victim, helpless against the system, when secretly, we enjoy the political tamasha on Youtube or TV and enjoy the venomous hatred we and others spit.

We have stereotyped all our politicians (and anybody who disagrees with us deserves to be called the choicest names); while someone is a mute puppet in the hands of an Italian hateremote control, someone else is a gaai-bhains neta. Someone is a statue-making machine neta, and someone else is a regional North Indian hater. But have we thought of going to the roots of all these characters, who, whether we like it or not, are strong forces in today’s politics? Let alone anything else, have we questioned our own undying hate for our politicians?

Isn’t it because it is easier to hate our politicians than to love our country?
Isn’t it easier to blame someone for the mistake we are committing?
Isn’t it easier to pass on the guilt of our own actions and enjoy our lives without stress?
Isn’t it easier to be a stupid person with half-baked opinions (such as ‘All politicians are CORRUPT! If you don’t agree with me you are an idiot!’) than to become an intelligent one who cares enough to clean the mess?

What disheartens me the most is that the people today have actually started believing that no matter what, nothing can be changed. And what is worse is that they are not letting their negative energy express itself in positive ways. All of us choose to vent in our social groups, over alcohol and snacks or in tweets and status messages. We look at our own country and laugh at the ‘fact’ that nothing can be done, that we are not expecting a change. We are not remotely interested in being the change.

But think about it: the politicians that we accuse of corruption can also turn around and point a finger at us. How many of us can truthfully say that we have never paid a bribe? That we have not tried to influence our bosses’ minds by being sycophantic? That we have not told a lie in front of our children? That we have not used foul language towards a member of the opposite sex? That we have not had corrupt thoughts about an attractive person who is not our wife or husband?

If we have done any or all of the above, how different is our corruption from that of our politicians’? And what gives us the right to use profanities against politicians when our own moral compass needs correction?

people powerWe need to blame ourselves for becoming so helpless that we feel we cannot effect a change in our surroundings. We need to stop making fun of our mute PM when we ourselves are silent on several burning issues. We need to stop making excuses and start loving politics, start demanding the kind of politics that is inclusive and pro-development of society. Writing something clever and getting a hundred retweets is not a solution to any problem, and laughing at jokes on the falling rupee will not ease our economic woes. All of us need to become a force, a pressure point. Becoming an Indian in the real sense is the biggest favour that you can do yourself and your nation.

And who knows, we might just clean up our politics, too.

Jatin Sharma is a media professional who doesn’t want to grow up, because if he grows up, he will be like everybody else.

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Sar utha ke jeeyo

When will we finally realise that a beautiful world full of wonder exists around us, not inside our smart phones?
Jatin Sharmaby Jatin Sharma

I read recently about this girl in Mumbai who was listening to music on her phone while on the street. She couldn’t hear the sounds around her, was hit by a bus or truck and she died.

While I commisserate with the girl’s family over this tragedy, I must say that I was not very surprised to learn of this fatality. Let’s just say I was even expecting to hear about something like this for some time.

There is a new disease afflicting most of us in the world. It’s called ‘phone-buried’. Earlier, people used to walk straight-backed, with a purpose. Now they slouch, not seeing what’s happening around them. Even if they were to be hit by an oncoming truck, they wouldn’t even time for the proverbial famous last words in a speech as they died, but their last words would be capsuled in a text message they would be typing at the time of impact. Or they would probably even take a pic of the incoming truck and tag it with,”Woohoo you won’t believe a truck is gonna hit me!!!!”

The disease of being phone-buried runs so deep that even when one meets friends for dinner, all of them are engrossed not in actual phone dinnerconversation with each other, but in Whatsapp. And when their food arrives, they take a million pictures of their food to show the world where they are, prefixing everything with “YUM!!!”

The essence of NOW is slowly killed as we always live in the past and the future, where we are either reading the comments received on our pics or contemplating how many likes our pics are going to get. If we are ever in the present, we are wondering which pics to still add to complete our virtual album.

What’s even more disheartening is that even when we are out having a walk with a loved one, we are glued to our phone all the time. I consider this a social crime punishable by hanging to death, at least in my head. How can you treat someone who is with you at that very moment like dirt? And when it comes to that, how can you be on the phone ALL the time?

phone sexWe eat, drink, breathe and think only about the virtual world nowadays, and that’s because of our smartphones. A simple ‘Like’ or a ‘retweet’ is what we crave for, and when we do get them, it’s like we’ve won the Nobel Prize. Whatsapping and looking at the ‘last seen’ column gives us the satisfaction of actually looking at that person.

The social life that used to be has all but disappeared because of our preoccupation with our virtual social networks. The people who are physically present around us are no more important; they are just background noise! The rising sun and the sunset are just mere subjects for Instagramming. Sadly, all beautiful natural phenomena exist today in a world where gadgets are taking over human emotions.

Even our sleep is now not without its share of interruptions – we hear our phones buzzing at regular intervals and keep checking our phones for new emails and alerts. Our phones are becoming a nightmare that for now, to phone users, seems like the most beautiful dream.

It’s time that we open our eyes and give value to the real things around us. Like the words that touch our hearts and not the emoticons that remind us of an emotion. Like the people smart-phoneswho are really our friends and standing next to us and not the ones who are tweeting or retweeting or liking where we are, at their convenience. Do respect the people who are around you, because burying yourself in your phone when in company is a sign that you are a dumb person with a smart phone.

And hey, watch out for that truck.

Jatin Sharma is a media professional who doesn’t want to grow up, because if he grows up, he will be like everybody else.

(Pictures courtesy www.dialaphone.co.uk, www.mid-day.com, mattjabs.com, www.chatelaine.com)

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Whose media is this anyway?

At what point will Indian news channels stop doing ‘news’ stories on ghosts and cease playing catch-catch with each other? When will they start reporting on real issues?
Jatin Sharmaby Jatin Sharma

Words evoke emotions. And emotions provoke words. And one such prevalent emotion in my life is evoked by our news channels.

I always wonder about the men and women who come up with such interesting headlines to all the news. I believe that news channels nowadays are the biggest competitors to entertainment channels. And there is a lot of pressure on the news people to come up with interesting stories. The stories with news channels have slowly and steadily shifted from facts to mere fun.

I don’t understand why I (or anyone, for that matter) would be interested in knowing about a ‘swarg ka darwaza‘, a story that is run and re-India TV news of a UFO beaming up a cowrun a million times on a news channel. It’s not like I really have the option or the inclination to check out heaven, like when I’m bored or when I run out of good eating out options, so that I would think, “Hmm, let me see if I have take-away menus for any restaurants in heaven.” To top this heavenly news story, another news channel comes up with a shrill headline: ‘Yeh gaai thi sarpanch ki beti‘ – a story on reincarnation. It’s enough to put one permanently off television altogether.

I understand that this kind of ‘reporting’ is entertaining to a lot of people and it gives news channels a lot of TRPs. But I also think that the media is an essential part of our democracy, not a joker for the country to laugh at. The media is a strong pillar of a nation, a reflection of its strength. But today, the news channels of India are in such a hopeless condition that it sometimes just annoys me.

The media has a big responsibility to play today, especially in a country like ours which has the most brilliant minds of the world, educated and refined like no other. But at the same time, we have a vast number of underpriveleged people who are still miles away from formal education and who have to learn a lot of things before they can fruitfully contribute towards creating a strong nation. In a country like ours, the role of the media, and especially the news channels, has assumed a bigger role and importance today because they are the primary tools to educate the masses.

news channelsBut all that the news channels are interested in today is TRPs. It was shocking to see most news coverage during the ongoing crisis at Uttarakhand – news channels actively competed for the coveted ‘We got here first’ spot, while giving out news about the rescue operations was more of an afterthought. It was questionable, to say the least, to see what kind of news sense (and journalism ethics) were at play with one news channel just focussing on ‘Paani mein hain Shiv ki murti’; at the side, there were a million people crying for help.

News channels are the biggest pressure group on the Government, anywhere in the world where a free media exists. Their role is to bring out news that have some utility for the nation. But all that is happening is one big tamasha where they all seem to just sit in their newsrooms and come out with flippant stories that are entertaining but little else. All that is coming out of most news channels today is a joke, while the real issues are pushed aside.

Earlier, journalists were a part of a respectable and well-educated bunch of people who knew everything about a particular subject and who could make political parties shudder with their presence. They were articulate while presenting the facts. But today, most journalists are participating in a running race, vying to come first. Yes, competition is becoming fiercer by the day and and a delay of a few seconds results in a loss of crores, but who is responsible for fake news that are reported as a part of this race?

Most times, I have no use for the news that reaches my doorstep. It does not add to my knowledge, it only breakin newsgives me something to chuckle at. It is not making me exert my brain to think and ponder. News channels don’t want me to be part of the development of the nation any more – because they are not a part of it any more.

The nation needs the media today. A media that goes beyond making a mockery of itself, and which is mature enough to see the role it plays in the larger scheme of things. The media cannot be a clown and hope to be taken seriously unless it becomes a ring master. I want the media to not talk about ‘Bhoot ki beti ki shaadi’ and ‘aapke doodh se khush honge Shiv’. I demand media that talks about me and us and our nation. A media that talks about and contributes to the to build a powerful country.

Jatin Sharma is a media professional who doesn’t want to grow up, because if he grows up, he will be like everyone else.

(Pictures courtesy strictanddeadly.blogspot.com, www.fakingnews.firstpost.com, kashmir-timemachine.blogspot.com, www.mouthshut.com)

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Put suicide aside

What drives people to such extreme steps, when, with some fortitude, they could have lived long and probably happy lives?
by Jatin Sharma

Jatin SharmaIt has happened to a lot of people who faced the pressures of life. Sadly, it will continue to happen.

A young starlet took her own life in Mumbai recently. We are all aware of this news and just how much it shook the country. Sufficient amounts of shock were expressed on Twitter and Facebook, with everyone saying ‘RIP’. Everyone who remembered her thought that she went too soon, and those who had forgotten her and forgotten to believe in her, started believing in her at last.

The TV news showed shots of her with Amitabh Bachchan and Aamir Khan, interspersed with sombre music to show the loneliness in her life. Things would have settled down, but then her suicide note was found. After that, there were a few copycat suicides in the country; a copycat suicide is an effect where when a famous or known personality commits suicide, another person may read about it and follow its details and realise that they are in a similar situation and decide that suicide should be the end result for them, too.

Suicide is an escape route to end our worries, or sometimes, it’s a tool to prove a point. Either way, how stupid is that? I am sorry to say that suicide 1I am not amongst those who feel sympathy for those committing suicide – all I feel is disgust. My sympathies, if any, are with the victim’s loved ones.

I don’t feel disgust because my life is better than other people’s, but because there are several others whose lives are hell but they still live in hope.

I’m sure I’ll get a lot of flak for my supposed ‘insensitivity’, but let’s face it, suicide cannot be something that I or anyone else should support. Every time I think my life is tough, I look at those who don’t get enough to eat every day, those who are constantly kicked around by life in a million different ways, but they still hang on with a tenacity that inspires me. But we, the educated ones, are quick to crumble because we measure our lives in terms of money and possessions and a few important relationships. Take those away from us, and all is lost. Our education has still not shown us that the greatest relationship we can ever be in is with ourselves. So does it ever help to dislike ourselves, be bored to the extent of taking our own lives?

I’ve heard that before committing suicide, people slowly drive themselves to a miserable state where they make themselves believe that nothing good will ever happen to them ever again. Some people do this in the grip of some mental illness over which they have no control. But what about those who take the final step because of a failed relationship? How selfish and egoistic can one be, to commit suicide out of anger and disappointment over a failed relationship?

suicide-heartIn our country, love, or the lack of it, still remains a big reason for suicide, especially among the youth. And I blame the media and the Hindi film industry for glamourising suicides. Right from the time we were young, our films reinforce the belief that a suicide attempt will get us the love of our lives, if the love of our lives has been a bit slow in seeing our undying devotion to them at first. It automatically follows that if Simran slashes her wrist, Raj will leave the bad girl he’s been hanging out with and run back to Simran. If the hero drinks poison, he will survive the incident and even show the girl what stern stuff he is made of. If you try to kill yourself, we are shown, your conflict will magically resolve itself.

When will people realise that life is not a movie? We are so intent on presenting a certain image of ourselves to the world, that we forget who we really are and stop loving ourselves. We easily forget that ‘past has passed and future, well, who cares about it?’ We make ourselves unhappy by trying to control the things that we can’t, by trying to be people we’re not. Why don’t we just loosen up and enjoy the ride?

A sentence that I came across when studying Sanskrit in Class 8 has stuck with me for life: ‘One’s mind should be like a chariot, and the reins should be in one’s hands.’ Have most of us figured out the chariot-and-reins attitude? Why does our mind keep endlessly wandering in a dream world, where we put ourselves at the centre of the universe and where we dictate what should happen to us and others? Isn’t a suicide attempt an example of this dream world we inhabit, where we kill ourselves in response to things not going our way? How involved we are in a dream, where killing ourselves comes as easily as signing a notes and going away forever, leaving our families behind for a lifetime of grief.

Since people today are playing more video games than ever, let me explain in those terms: the tougher the next level, the more you try to master it and the more you keep pegging stk64827coraway at it till you succeed. Do you break your video game when you fail a level? If you do, you need help. Fast. If you feel the pressure, remember that are a good player. You know you can clear this level, and the next.

For the rest of us playing the game of life, the way I see it is that when we think it’s not working, we must see it as God’s way of telling us that we’re on the wrong track. So why not change the track instead of ending things right there? Ditch that lover who is cheating on you. Laugh at the enemy who creates problems for you. Respect yourself enough to embrace your troubles. Take it to the next level and celebrate your life.

Jatin Sharma is a media professional who doesn’t want to grow up, because if he grows up, he will be like everybody else.

(Pictures courtesy www.speakingtree.in, foodmatters.tv, www.bacweb.org, www.lifehack.org)

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Ode to a pothole

So here you are again, in all your glory, just like you promised. Jatin Sharma’s been eagerly waiting for you.

Jatin SharmaMy dear Khadda,
I have been waiting for you to show up. I know that you have always been around, and there is no particular season when you choose to emerge. But this is the most favourable time for you to make an appearance, when my city and its administrators welcome you with open arms.

I am amazed at the sense of variety you have. Sometimes you are big, sometimes you are small and deep, sometimes round and sometimes your shape reminds me of the rotis that I try to cook at home.

I know that you are not so adamant about coming to this city every year, but it is only that you are lured by corruption and malpractices attached to the road construction business. I even know that you have been asked to (or made to?) reappear the moment a road is completed. You are as precious and reverential as the craters that dot the moon, only you dot my city’s roads. I also understand that the construction contractors have failed to understand you from the past 25 years. They (and we) don’t know what it is that makes you so attractive that even after spending crores of rupees on you, they still can’t get enough of you.

There is something about you. I feel that you are a woman because it’s so hard to fathom you. At other times, you’re the pesky neighbour potholethat deserves all the dirty looks you can get. You are so sexy that all monsoon, as the rain pelts the city and while everything is thrown out of gear, I think only of you. And my city loves you so much that no matter what, we will not raise a voice against you. We will look at your vile effects – the way you damage our vehicles, the backaches you provide, the cesspools you create in the rain, but we will still ignore all of these because we know you are here to stay.

Even though I pay taxes, it gives me immense joy to know that a large part of my money goes to nothing and I get to experience you always. Because tum nahin toh monsoon nahin. Some people have always blamed you for their troubles: don’t listen to them, it is just because they look at better cities that are as world class as they claim, and these people want their own city to be like that. To these people, year after year, you say: Ha ha!

But the rest of us are not rude like them. We love you and that’s why year after year, you have occupied not just a permanent place in our hearts, but a permanent spot on our roads. And you getting bigger, wider, deeper. From just being a few in the city, I can now see that you have mushroomed everywhere. You Khaddas have this amazing stage presence, too. With the rains thrashing the city in the last two days, I have heard a lot of people talk about your different shapes. It must feel bad to be spoken of like this (especially if you’re a woman), but kya karein, you are something that we can’t get our eyes off once we leave our homes for work.

potholesI am sure, even this monsoon we would have made all the right moves for you to arrive in style. For you to be present all over the city. We are a world class shitty, I mean city, and we will continue to be so with you in it.

Welcome to my city this lovely monsoon.

Love,
Jatin Sharma

 

Jatin Sharma is a media professional who doesn’t want to grow up, because if he grows up, he will be like everybody else.

(Pictures courtesy www.dnaindia.com, www.afternoondc.in, www.mid-day.com)

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