In the shadows

People pass by without a glance. Some see me, and yet they don't see me. Some see through me. Some walk around in their own world. It's as if am not really there. I look at these people and try to guess their stories. That's my favorite pastime. Is she happy or sad? Is he having an affair? Is she thinking about her future child? Are they lovers or friends? Oh what an obnoxious kid, his mother should teach him some manners! Did his girlfriend just ditch him? Poor kid, he's an orphan, must be missing his parents. How did he lose all his money and become a drunkard? Was she abused by her husband?
So many stories. Some happy, some sad. Some that stay with me, while others are meant to be forgotten. Some I want to know more about, while others I wish I'd never seen or thought of. Some that make me smile, while others are so touching they bring tears to my eyes. Some that make me angry enough to want to do something about it and others that are normal enough to not warrant any reaction from me. I remain at my place, unnoticed by people, and I see many things. I have seen lover's tiff, friends quarrel, enemies fight. I have also seen lovers kiss, kids playing, friends laughing together and sharing jokes and happy moments with each other, families enjoying quality time, people saying goodbye, birthday parties and marriages. I have seen people being robbed, and people robbing others. I have seen murders happening, pranks being played and people being kind and helpful to each other. This is what I do. I watch things, I assimilate, I keep quiet about them, I understand, I think and I learn from them. I am the flower on the wall. You know me better as the wallflower.

The Ideal World

Sleep comes very rarely to me nowadays, but when it does, it feels like a retribution; a deliverance. I lie there, breathing heavily, in a state of half sleep; not sleeping, yet not fully awake; still trying to grasp the remnants of my dream, the one that made me happy, but not being able to remember. I lie there turning restlessly, eyes half closed, clinging to the last dregs of sleep, not wanting to wake up, relishing my last few moments of peace. I turn on my sides, with my arms stretched over him, only to meet thin air. That's when am jolted awake, by the heart wrenching physical pain, the mental realization of not having him near me. This realization shatters all dreams. I curl up in a fetal position, wanting to die, or at least go back to sleep. I could do anything to get out of this pain, to not face the day alone, anything to erase the memories, anything to not live this farce of a life. All I want to do is shut myself from everything and go to my happy place, the one where he's with me. But reality beckons, and so I have to wake up and go through the motions. Smile through my pain, to behave as if everything's normal, even though its far from the truth.

The truth is my world has shattered. My ideal world. Even saying it aloud makes me want to laugh in derision. The truth? There is no ideal world. Not for me, not for anyone else. It's just a make believe world that we have been deluding ourselves in to, to hide the fact that there's no such thing as constant happiness, the happily ever after. In an ideal world everyone would be happy. They'd be doing what they want to do, not caring what others think. They would be striving for exaltation, and not just living for the sake of living. But we know how that goes. In an ideal world there would be no crimes, no rapes, people wouldn't die of diseases, there would be no poverty, no wars, no jihad, no terrorism of any kind, no child abuse, no unemployment, no impoverishment. Every child would be educated, every child would have a chance to make something of themselves. Every person would have a chance to make choices and change their choices if they wish to, peer pressure be damned. Every person would find gainful employment and strive to better at it. Every person would find their one true love, their soul-mate, and there would be no divorces. There would be no political motives, no mind games. The ideal world would not be confused with utopia. 

In an ideal world, I'd be with him, and he'd be with me. In an ideal world, he'd be alive. We'd be ruling the world together, doing things we are so good at. All the responsibilities wouldn't just fall on my frail shoulders. We'd be making decisions together. I wouldn't be this lonely. In an ideal world, I'd be happy; we'd be happy. But, there is no ideal world. And so here I am, left to pick up the broken pieces of my life, to live whatever is left of it meaningfully, to try to go through the motions of life with conviction. I have to wake up, I have to live and I have to try and achieve this ideal world that every one talks about, that every one wants, but doesn't exist.

The invasion of the lyric killers!

Watched television recently? Or listened to the radio? If you have then you must now be humming the tune of  'you are my honey Bunny', or 'Chinta ta chita chita'. Whatever the hell it means. You my dear friend are witnessing and probably unknowingly aiding the invasion of the lyric killers. That's what I call them. They are those people, those composers who compose crap, package it in a catchy tune and let it loose on the innocent (or maybe stupid) public. This then starts a mass chain reaction. The innocent or possibly stupid public then decide that this is the best song of the century, sing it everywhere they go and make it difficult to live for the likes of me.

Kareena Kapoor gyrating to 'Fevicol Se'

People like me then have to live with listening to inane songs like 'you are my honey bunny toko toko'  or cheap ones like 'Chipkale saiyaan Fevicol se'. Do you know how hard that is? Wanting to punch someone singing such songs but not being able to? Very difficult. It makes me mad. It makes me want to tear my hair off. Rather tear your hair off. Okay, lets not get violent here. Keeping personal feelings aside, it makes me wonder what this generation has come to. Oh wait, my generation has come to. That's right. Am not some 40 + year old female going through a midlife crisis, blaming the world and the generation after me for everything that's wrong in my life. Nope. Am a young 23 year old female of the current 'hip and happening' generation, who is currently not very proud of her peers. With songs like these, anyone in their right mind wouldn't be.

But seriously, whats wrong with people nowadays? Whatever happened to writing songs that actually have lyrics in them as opposed to songs that just seem to be some random rhyming nonsensical sentences strung together? From songs like Ankho hi Ankho main, Naina Barse Rim Jhim, Yeh shaam mastaani and even recent ones like Dil toh pagal hai, Mohabatein, Suraj hua maddham, Alvida etc sung by the likes of Mohammed Rafi, Kishore Kumar, Lata Mangeshkar, Sonu nigam, Alka Yagnik, Shreya Ghoshal and composed/ written by greats like Lakshmikant Pyaarelal, Javed Akhtar, Jagjit singh, A R Rehman, Kishore Kumar etc to songs like 'Tera Pyar Hukka Bar', 'Sheila ki Jawani', 'Munni Badnaam hui', 'Billo Raani' etc, that's what the world has come to. I believe all these songs were written in a drunken state of stupor. There's no other explanation for it. After a melodious and glorious 80's the 90's brought with it a string of infamously memorable songs like choli ke peeche kya hai, tu tu tu tu tu tara, Nayak nahi Khalnayak hu main etc, and innumerable  other unbearable songs as well, which I am not going to take the pains of listing here. Point being, we thought the 90's was the worst period for Bollywood music, that is till the 2000's came. That's when all hell broke loose.

Katrina Kaif giving her thumkas in Chikni Chameli

 
We have had to live with the rickshawaala's favorite Himmesh Reshmiya's nasal songs, Atif Aslam's depressing songs, Anu Malik's really annoying songs, bad remixes of really good songs featuring Rakhi Sawant, and now Yo Yo Honey Singh glorifying rapes. Truly this generation has lived through it all.  It's like the return of the 90's but 3 times worse. Not just that, not only did all the above mentioned greats become widely popular among the general public, they actually became viral! Viral - Something that becomes popular through the process of Internet sharing, typically through video sharing websites, social media and email. Say's a lot about the current popular culture as a whole, and us in general, doesn't it? And sad to say Hollywood isn't any better in this regard. Justin Beiber, Rebecca Black, Psy, Miley Cyrus, Jonas Brothers, One Direction. Need I say anymore? My Dad always used to complain about 'aaj kal ke gaane' , and I always used to disagree and argue with him. With great regret I have to say that I now completely agree with his views.

It's not that this generation has no taste for music. Yes, songs like Jalebi bai, pritam pyaare, aa ante amlapuram, halkat jawaani have gone viral, but then so have soulful songs like Pani da rang, khoya khoya chaand, kahaani, ekla chalo re, tere siva etc. We have great upcoming singers and composers like Amit Trivedi, Ram Sampath, Rashid ali, Sona Mohapatra, Jonita Gandhi. Yes I know you all like Katrina Kaif 's jhatkas in Chikni Chameli and Kareena Kapoor's thumkas in Halkat Jawaani, and so these songs are not going to stop any time soon. All am saying is lets bring out more songs like Paani Da Rang, Jeelein Zaraa, Saibo, Yaariyaan which not only make sense but also have great music. Here's hoping to a better 2013 with more sensible, melodious and soulful songs. Till then all we can do is wonder 'Why this, why this Kolaveri Di?'
 

 

P.S. As a response to my blog post, I was directed to this video by @teodranik on twitter - The honey bunny parody song. HILARIOUS! Definitely worth a watch.

 

P.P.S. And another response to this blog post by a friend, this time through whatsapp. I was advised to listen to this morning bhajan everyday .. enjoy :p

Comfortably Numb

All it takes is that one drink. Clear chilled liquid passing down your throat, quenching your thirst. That warm hazy feeling afterwards. The bubble you don't want to break. Dream within a dream. Kaleidoscopic moments. Stars in the sky. Fireworks and star bursts. Giggles and laughter. Warm kisses and hot touches. Perpetual goosebumps. Trippy music and peaceful dances. Freedom and flight. Pink floyd Brings you back to life. Everything feels more alive. Every feeling is amplified. Every touch feels more real, yet dreamlike. The thin line between reality and fantasy blurs. You are falling in to a chasm and you are pulled back at the last moment. You are hanging from a cliff for dear life and suddenly you acquire wings. You are drowning, the world is closing around you and you are pulled out of the water. What is real, what is not? A thousand thoughts, always changing. Mad headrushes.

Memories rush by. Some happy, some sad. Others that make you want to kill yourself. Some proud moments, some regrets. Those are the clearest. The regrets. They never leave you, not for one moment. Not when you are sober, not when you are drunk. Like shards of ice. Piercing one moment, disappearing the next. Then the what if's and the what could have been's follow. Wistful feelings. Self introspection. Decisions made and decisions to be made. Confusion and clarity. Chaos and order. Light and darkness. Amidst all these, fleeting moments of happiness. Your first crush, your first kiss. The first time someone said I love you and you said it back. Happy childhood memories with your mom and dad. Morning prayers and good night kisses. Morning breakfasts and family dinners. The first day at school. Your first friend, and many more to come. The first time your dad said that he's proud of you. Your first vacation.  Small achievements and little worries. Little happy memories. You try and hold on to them and they slip away like sand. Letting go isn't an option. You need to feel its real, and not just dreams from the past. Better to live in the moment. Let life take its own shape. Go where it leads you. Take small steps. Live in the happiness, the freedom. Reminisce the good times, till the next drink comes. Pop a coin into the jukebox and let Pink Floyd make you comfortably numb.

Looking back and looking forward.

2012 is done and gone like a bad bout of flu and 2013 is here. So many things have happened in 2012, some good, some bad, some worth remembering, others that need to be forgotten.  Decided to still follow on my MBA dreams and they are still sucking the life out of me. Met with some road blocks while following that dream (still am). Made some new friends and lost them to geographic displacement. Lost some old friends to geographic displacement as well, because they decided to follow their dreams. Lost others because I was careless enough to let them go (working on rectifying this). Gained a new perception. Lived alone for a week, and managed the house without having to do a SOS call to the fire department ( note 1: Yes am 22 and my mom and dad are both scared of letting me live alone, fuck my life). Spent most of my savings on an awesome HP laptop, my first investment (and am still paying mom back in installments for it, 15 grand left :/). Tried new things, tried new drinks, tried new hairstyles. Acquired some habits, both good and bad (people's perception of bad, not mine), gave up some old ones. Enjoyed being everyone's agony aunt and then started hating it (mostly because I couldn't be my own agony aunt and couldn't find anyone else as good as me :p). Best of all went to Goa with my best friends, a first for me (refer note 1 above), loved every moment of it and dying to go back there again (hopefully soon if all goes well). Had a few crushes. Fell in love. Experienced true happiness for a while. Also experienced what true depression feels like. Struggled through it, still am. Gave up blogging for a while altogether and then returned back to it again (courtesy this post).

But mostly I grew a year older (yes I do it every year, though I don't look it). What I mean by that is I matured, I gained some experiences that are definitely going to help me in my future. And yeah I don't like growing old. Not because I am scared of death or something. I just don't. If there was an option whence I could reverse back time I would, and do a few things differently. So yes I have a few regrets. But alas, its only wishful thinking, I can't reverse back time to a happy period in my past or fast forward it to a happy period in my future and pause time forever in that moment. Life doesn't work like that. I can't stay 22 forever, I have to grow old even though I hate it, that's just life. Sad, but true. Anyway, before I digress any further, 2012 was a mixed bag of surprises, but it mostly wasn't great for me (at least career wise) , and it looks like 2013 isn't going to be either, if the last 20 days are anything to go by. But one can always hope. Like every year I decided not to make any new year resolutions this year as well since I never end up abiding them or keeping them. Infact I forget about them the next day itself and I end up trying to remember what resolutions I had made. So this year I decided to do something different. I have decided to put my list of resolutions here, so I don't forget them, I am reminded about them every time I open this page (which believe me is quite often), and also to call them 'guidelines for 2013' rather than resolutions. Now that sounds so much better. Following guidelines rather than adhering to resolutions. Smart, eh?

So here's the list I intend to follow:

1) Worry less. Yeah I am a worrier (not a warrior). A big one. I over think and over react to everything. I am no drama queen, but am close enough. I can spend days worrying about small things and give myself unbearable migraines. Generally the things I worry about end up in nothing. So its a huge waste of energy, not to mention stress. So this year I am going to try and worry less. I said 'try'.

2) Participate more. The other day I watched the movie 'The perks of being a wall flower'. In it Charlie the main character is advised to participate more in life by his professor Bill Anderson. That struck me as something I should do as well. I generally tend to take a casual approach to life, rarely push myself. I am a back seat driver, mostly observing, participating only when I have to.  And I know I can do better, cos I have done so before, during my college project, my college fest. So participate more in life, take stands, make decisions and stand by them, try out new things. And take risks, majorly, stop being a safe player.

3) Go back to being a cold heart-ed bitch. I was one once, and it served me well. Over the last year I have somehow changed, started opening myself up to people more, let my guards down, started trusting people more, forgiving people more, pretending less, being more honest, which I know you guys would think is a good thing, but trust me it isn't. Cos' am only opening myself to injury and heart break. I have been through it before, and I don't want to go through all that again, least of all now. The things I am going through, I recognize, are going to lead me through that well trodden, much disliked path again. To survive in this jungle I need to become my old self again. Stop being an open book. Stop believing that people have good intentions, and start believing that they are mean in general and self centered. Be self sufficient. Rely on others less. Chuck people from my life who are only there when they need me and never there when I need them. In short, live for myself. So yeah, bitch am back.

4) Do things that make me happy. Quit my job for starters (yes I am going to do it). Make an alternate career plan, if  nothing comes out of this. Be less depressed. Be more outgoing.  Rebel for my freedom (if need be, I really hate fighting and confrontations in general). Travel more, read more, watch more movies (from the IMDB top 250 list as usual), more TV series (not hindi ones, puhlease!), discover new places to eat, make new friends that share my interests, with whom I can discover these places. Go to more concerts, stand up shows and plays. Blog more. Like at least 3 times a month (so my this month's quota is done :D). Spend less time on social networking sites. Read economic times and the Hindu everyday, study everyday (not that it makes me happy, but it is essential for my survival). Take up quizzing for a hobby. Take guitar lessons, or salsa lessons, or start swimming, or do all the three (I have high ambitions). Save more money by shopping less (yeah even though it makes me happy, I really need to do this, darn). Have more conviction in myself and my dreams. Start believing that I can do it, even if it takes a hell lot of time. And most of all, not take people that are closest to me for granted. Especially not for any one person. Make sure, my support system stays strong.

5) Last but not the least, gain weight! Yeah its high time now. Being slim is so passé. I want to have those chubby cheeks again, so that ponds will take me for their googly woogly woksh advert. Just kidding. But yeah, gain weight I must. I will succeed one day! There will be more meat on by bones. Sigh, I can always dream.

Well, I can list more of these never ending guidelines, but like I said they are never ending, me being a flawed person. And this much is enough for one year, I'll chart out the rest in 2014 ;-) Here's hoping 2013 will be better for me than 2012 was, that I meet success in my endeavors, in my career, in my love life, in my friendships, in my family relationships, in everything. Here's hoping that I will follow these guidelines. Here's hoping that I'll get rich and gain weight (two most impossible tasks). And here's hoping you all will too (gain weight as well :p) . Cheers!

That feeling.

Ever felt like running away? Just being covert, packing a bag, getting in to a cab and taking off? Not knowing where, but wanting to give in to that feeling of escaping everything, the mundane realities, the insane stress, the life sucking problems, the fake well wishers, the selfish do-gooders and most of all the people you love, and who truly love you. Not caring about anything, anyone, not even yourself, just stopping your thoughts, pausing your feelings, and walking off from everything. No notes, no phone calls, nothing. You'd have a chance to start somewhere afresh. No one knows you, so you can be anyone. No one knows your past, so no one is going to judge you. No one loves you, so there will be no expectations, no feeling of being suffocated, of being pushed in to becoming someone you are clearly not, and don't want to be either. No restrictions, your life in your hands, and finally, you'd truly have the chance to make something of it by yourself, without any interference. Once in a while you can send postcards to the people you love, so they'll know that you are alive and well. How wonderful would that be? If only it were so easy.

They make it seem so easy in the movies. People just pack their bags and take off without a backward glance. A few tears rolling down their face, flashback memories from the past, and bam! They are in a plane, off to a new life where they go on to change their destiny and become billionaires, find true love etc. Oh how very dramatic! As if saying good bye was that easy. As if 23 years of memories would just disappear, the bad ones, sad ones and happy ones. As if you can ever forget everything, stop worrying about the people you love, only care about yourself and just move on. Live like a hippie, or climb the corporate ladder, visit remote scenic destinations or become a Buddhist disciple and live an austere life, go sky diving or skinny dipping, go to the Himalayas and scream your lungs out or go to the Antarctic and live under the aurora borealis. Yeah how wonderful, and how very unrealistic. No it's not that easy. If it was you'd be doing it. I'd be doing it, instead of writing about it and trying to suppress this feeling of wanting to run away, in to the wild, in to the unknown. Lets face it, we are too scared. We hate change and like to be grounded. We want everything handed to us on a plate. We know everything is not like in the movies, life isn't hunky dory. After we get on a plane there would be a whole new life to plan for, a whole new setting to worry about, and maybe worse hardships will follow. We do not like this uncertainty, and we are scared of failing again, and this time with no loved ones to support us, no friends who have our backs. So no, running away is not for us. Good bye is never easy.

Kapde nahi, Soch Badlo! (Change your attitude, not our clothes)

29th December, 2012. A grave day for the nation. The Delhi gang rape case victim succumbed to her injuries early today morning in Singapore. May her soul rest in peace. The whole country is in mourning. The protests continue. While conspiracy theories have been floating around regarding the reason for her being transported to Singapore, the government has been busy ensuring that no further untoward happenings occur by closing down the metro and other means of transport. A lot has been said and done in the last two weeks over the Delhi gang rape case, let me put in my 2 bit worth of opinion as well. We have all seen the students protesting at the India Gate, Jantar Mantar and other places, the Delhi police's shameful conduct towards them, the derogatory comments being passed on by worthless people dying for their 2 minutes of attention on prime time television. The whole week has been a media furore, with Arnab Goswami on Times Now leading the brigade.

The whole sensationalism started with Mr Abhijit Mukherjee, son of our current president Mr. Pranab Mukherjee, commenting on the student protestors at delhi, stating that, "These pretty women, dented and painted, who come for protests are not students. I have seen them talk on the television, usually women of that age are not students." He further went on to add that students going to discotheques think its fashionable to hold candles and protest. Dear Mr. Mukherjee, since when did you get a degree in psychology to comment on what people think? Also how is it relevant whether these women are students or not. If they aren't it just goes to show that the whole country is up in arms against your government and not just the students. Even if they aren't students, they are women. The same women who cannot walk on the streets in any part of our 'Incredible India' without fearing rape, be it day or night. The same women who are cursing their luck for being born as women in this patriarchal country where the people in power are so insensitive towards their issues. The same women who voted your father's government to power when he wasn't India's president. Dear sir, whoever said its okay for you to make such comments and then retract them at your convenience only because your PR agent advised you that its the best course of action to save your unworthy ass? No sir, its definitely not okay. If you cannot contribute any positive inputs towards this issue, atleast do not degrade our efforts by making such derogatory negative comments. You, son of the first citizen of India, son of the same president who pledged to protect the rights of every other citizen, including women, should know better than to say such worthless things on Television. Shame on you!

The second foot in mouth moment came when a certain Dr. Anita Shukla, an agricultural scientist at the Rajmata Vijayaraje Scindia Krishi Vishwa Vidyalaya, while addressing a seminar on 'Women’s Empowerment' (ironically)  in her capacity as the president of Lion’s Club on Wednesday, stated that women had misused the facilities and rights given to them. The rape victim's injuries were her own fault, she said. She further stated, "Had the girl simply surrendered when surrounded by six men, she would not have lost her intestine. Why was she out with her boyfriend at 10 pm?" Really? I haven't heard a more outrageous statement ever! I was as horrified as you are after hearing this. So we  are supposed to just lie there and take pleasure in the fact that 5-6 men are raping us all the while inserting rods, and god knows what else, inside us just to satiate their sadistic nature? I hope for your daughter's sake Mrs. shukla (I am assuming you are married and have a daughter, though I actually hope you don't in reality), that she never gets raped. You wouldn't be so eager to dole out such deplorable advice then, would you? What the victim was doing at 10 pm in the night with her boyfriend is irrelevant and none of your goddamn business. If you noticed she wasn't raping or murdering someone. Our's is a free democratic country and no where is it written in our constituition that women cannot roam on streets at 10 pm in the night, alone or otherwise. You being a woman, rather than fighting for our cause, fighting for our rights, rather than empathizing with us, you make such atrocious comments. You are a disgrace to our whole race and your own profession. Shame on you!

What takes the cherry on the cake is CPM leader Mr. Rahman's derogatory comments towards Mamta Banerjee at a rally which ended with him asking the question, "How much will Didimoni take for getting raped?" This coming from a supposedly senior leader of a government party against a chief minister. If someone like the chief minister cannot escape the mindlessness of such disdainful comments, how can we, the common woman, even expect otherwise? But that isn't all. Mamata Banerjee's government isn't very far behind in this race of shame.When the park street rape incident was first reported in the media in february, Chief Minister Mamata Banerjee described the case as a fabrication constructed to embarrass her government. And just yesterday a MP from the Trinamool Congress party, Dr. Kakoli Ghosh said that the park street case wasn't a rape case, it was a misunderstanding between the victim and her 'client'. Shocking! My heart goes out to the victim who besides having to deal with the mental and physical wounds constituting from the rape, also has to hear herself being degraded and indirectly being called a whore on national television. Way to go Dr. Kakoli Ghosh! Can you for a few moments please place yourself in the victim's shoe and understand what she's gone through before opening your mouth to spout shit? No? Aah very well, congratulations then.You just joined the list of disgrace along with Mr Abhijit Mukherjee, Dr. Anita shukla and several others. Shame on you!

Incredible India, my ass! After all this how can we even blame the 18 year old Patiala gang rape case victim for committing suicide? Who wouldn't? Though am sure as hell not justifying suicide. What saddens me the most is the fact that half of these comments have been made by women. This just shows the mindset of the people in our country. Not just the men, but even the women. Ours being a Patriarchal society, we have been brought up with a strict set of old school rules and mindset. This has somehow led us to think that getting raped is the fault of the victim. How can you justify rape by putting the blame on the victim for wearing short clothes or staying out till late? We have all seen that women get raped even during the day, even when they are fully clothed and even when they are accompanied by someone. What do they do then? Lock themselves in their rooms throughout their lives? Surely if people had brought their children up with a freer set of rules, an open mindset, and helped them develop a conscience, we would definitely have not come to see this day. Finally it all comes down to education, the need of the hour. We need to start at the grass roots before aiming big and starting large revolutions. We need to change our own mentality, our own ethos. We need to develop a conscience.

We want freedom. We want a country where we can roam around at at any time of the night wearing any kind of clothes without fearing rape. We want a country where our parents do not restrict us from going out late at night, where they do not allow us to wear shorts, just because they are scared that we will get raped. We want a country where we won't be called whores for wanting to do all the above things. Let us hope that all this is possible. Let us start believing that there's no excuse for rape whatsoever and that its never the victim's fault. Teach your kids to respect women, teach them to behave, teach them to change their attitude. Unless this issue is addressed we cannot expect rapes to stop inspite of harsh punishments. And yes, harsh punishments are needed. Castration, public humiliation, death penalty, fast track courts and more should be brought into immediate effect by the government. Remember, with great power comes great responsibility. Now is not the time to be squeamish. The governments needs to take aggressive steps to achieve all this and more if it wants to remain in power and even otherwise. For once stop thinking about your bloody vote banks! If not, expect your government to be toppled sooner than later. After all, We are the world's largest democracy, aren't we? Of the people, For the people, By the people. Lets not forget that. Till then let the protests continue. Let this revolution change India!