Gossip Mongers

It is difficult to trace the beginning of the phenomenon called gossiping .So far as my memory goes, I have been a witness to this from my early child hood .In fact I have learned the lessons in gossiping during childhood itself. Growing in a joint family, I used to listen to the banter of the women in the house and later when I learned the word chatterboxes it became easier for me to relate to them. In the evenings sitting with the vociferous men, I used to watch, how each one of them tried to express their shrewdness in their field of interest .Their discussion unlike our parliament always ended on a positive note. This was perhaps because no two persons ever spoke on the same topic, all had their own area of interest .In case of clash between interests, interests’ could be replaced but not members of the gossip club.

The beauty of the gossip club is that it is formed informally. There is no need to hold general houses to motivate people .Once people come to know of the existence of such group they would come flocking in groups. It induces instant interest amongst one and all. And once a member you would enjoy every moment of togetherness.

The effectiveness of gossips is indisputable. Discussions are meant to be confusing, but gossips lead to clarity in thoughts and increment in knowledge. Though this appears to be a leaderless group with no hierarchy, but such phenomenal success has to be attributed to some leader. This person is sole responsible for the establishment of this group. He begins the process by including people who are glib talkers. The hidden leader sees to it that the members care the least for their time. To this he may even remove all the watches from the venue. He knows how to drive out the positive fears which keep everyone of us on our toes. Such fear is instantaneous, and the leader knows this .So whenever he sees boredom setting in and members drifting to their rooms, he uses taunts, challenges and some times even physical force to keep them from moving out.

How ever the gossip club is a true entertainer. Here you can laugh your perils out which otherwise keep troubling us. We share each others joys and sorrows and this helps in curbing darkness from our live and bringing in light. Just join it as it promises to drive out our tensions and fills us with enthusiasm and life to face the life in its stride.

life in a metro

We have a government but no governance

We have a system that has long stopped functioning

We have a police but no policing

A judiciary that delivers injustice

The thread can never end

We are living in an insensitive society where self outweighs all mass. The sphere of influence shrinks not in centimeters but inches. Insecurity is a common feeling amongst all human beings and the irony is that humans have laid the foundation to this stony wall which segregates human beings into rich poor, oppressed privileged, and haves and have-nots.

Few days ago, while commuting in a dtc bus, I experienced this insecurity. A fellow passenger was being roughened up by the conductor for whom indecency was his greatest asset. The abusive words need no mention and the situation was nearing physical abuse. But none of the passengers cared to interfere. In fact no one even looked at them, fearing they would get inflicted.

I was sitting by the side of the window and kept glaring outside acting aloof. The bus was packed with no space left to breathe; the passengers were forced to face the wrath of commuting. Even this didn’t stop the conductor from allowing more passengers to board the bus. With no space left to accommodate them the conductor called people to provide some leg space, to which one of the passengers denied and that led to the episode. The hero had to pay for his heroic instincts and we got awarded for our cowardice. I felt secure and safely seated in the bus as I saw the conductor pushing that roadie on to the road.

In a similar way, everyday people unaccountable face ruffians, and the onlookers (indifference arising out of fear) keep silent.

To all such onlookers I leave here, with this message,

“Next turn is yours”.