Go 2020 Go!

The year 2020 can undoubtedly be blamed on Covid. Everything that was wrong can be blamed on Covid. Needless to say, that all administrators of the world, were unprepared for this pandemic, there was no precedence in the recent past to leverage from, besides the virus constantly challenging our scientific progress. All in all, Covid, administration and the Chinese dietary habits can be blamed for whatever was wrong in 2020.

India, however, had its own long list of what was wrong with 2020. Along with Covid, there was an abundance of arrogance, apathy and delusion adding to the woes of the common people, the same people who vote and elect.

Arrogance of the administration to do whatever they deemed appropriate; bend rules whenever it suited them and not following their own rules made by them. Arrogance to assemble, congregate and meet despite lockdown. Arrogance to pass laws and bills at will, just to push a sectarian agenda.

Apathy towards those detained without trials, activists termed as terrorists, the migrants and later farmers. Our leaders traveled the nation inaugurating temples and complexes, addressing political rallies sparking trouble, despite near-lockdown situation, but couldn’t meet the agitating farmers round the corner.

Delusion, that nothing could shake their ivory tower, due to the absent opposition and the impossibility of the regional forces coming together, ever. Delusion, that rising prices, increasing unemployment and growing hatred towards communities will keep the common folk busy from seeing the looming dark clouds of economic-turbulence in the horizon. Delusion, that an unscientific temperament and pushing people towards religion and rituals will benefit the powers-that-be in the short run.

2021 is ushering a new year, a new decade, and like always the sun rises to give light and bring clarity. Covid is not going anytime soon, but the light can still be used to see....see through arrogance, apathy and delusion. Though the Nobel laureate’s name has been used quite glibly in recent times, I can’t but take recourse to his foresight and optimism, with sincere reverence (of course) –

Into ever-widening thought and action—

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

 

The veil of deception will be lifted,

     and we will see.

The delusional run will end

     and we will see.

We will emerge from darkness

     and the world will see.

 

I wish you all a very true and worthwhile 2021!

A time to question ourselves

Suddenly everything is crumbling, crumbling to pieces; friends, relationships, faith, and belief. It’s time to question if one is wrong or the world is getting close to what should be seen as wrong. 

There was a time when debates on politics and religion were different subjects and every debate ended in just disagreements on the subject. Now they often end in acrimony and enmity. Friends, who grew up arguing over a single cigarette or endless cups of tea, are unable to co-exist in a single group.

There was a time when opinions were sought, sought from people as one would want to learn from them. Now opinions are hurled at you. The objective of opinion is no more just to share one's views, but force one to think in a particular way.

There was a time when religion was mentioned only when one had to tick it in a box in some soon-to-be-shelved form. Now it is worn on one's sleeve, and with misplaced pride. A pride that allows one to look down upon every other religion.

There was a time when our national heroes were hailed for their contribution and shaping the nation that we are living in. Today, it is common to find children who barely manage to learn the spelling of History, criticize them. The contributions are long forgotten and a hero is dictated by one's regional and religious affinity.

There was a time when the word secular was a badge of honour amongst nations and meant a distance from religions. One could practice secularism outside one's home and follow one's religion inside and there was never a conflict. Now, the word is an abuse and misspelled on purpose – sickular.

New words have come to be followed in one's daily parlance – libtart, presstitute, troll, naxal, pseudo-secular, and people don't hesitate to use them, as these words divide the nation into two – the us vs them. 

Social media today is used for the most unsocial activity. It is no more a voice for the voiceless but provides a license to silence and bully. People abuse, criticize, and opinionate with an élan never seen before. This is one place where anonymity and attention often join hands, however contradictory this sounds.

On the eve of Independence Day, it’s time to question oneself –

• Is this why thousands laid their lives to win freedom for us?
• Is this why many who got chance to leave the country, didn’t?
• Do we want to live in the past or move on towards a new nation?
• Do we want to exercise our right to speech to malign everything that we disagree with?
• Finally, do we want to leave our children a world of hate, disgust, and distrust?

To celebrate or to introspect, is up to you!

 

 

The Year that was….

Yet another year gone, a new calendar, new resolutions, new beginnings, hopes and aspirations and wishes.

While we welcome the New Year, let us not fear to look back because that is where we are leaving our successes and failures and our biggest lessons.

The year 2019, will be remembered for all the wrong reasons, people lost jobs in fraudulent and mismanaged organisations, many have not got salaries in what they thought was the most secure jobs, lost money where they thought they were the safest, lost lives protesting for what they thought was their fundamental right and lost faith in the leadership that they had brought in with such hopes and aspirations.

We continue to live in contradicting times - environment vs development, democracy vs. oligarchy, rationality vs religion, lives of animals vs that of humans, and I guess one can go on. However, probably the worst of the contradiction is that of generation and its differences.

While the idea of generation-gap is not new and the fact that two generations have never thought alike; what is significant is that two generations have never differed so violently, with the younger generation taking the blow badly. Lord Tennyson, must be ashamed to see that the ‘old order is not changeth, not yielding place to new’!

As a nation we are today a combination of manav and danav. Some are epitomes of humanity and we can still some living examples of them, but unfortunately we can also see the danav’s in their full nakedness. It is said this is prakriti, nature which is a blend of both. Life is all about striking a balance. But as a law-abiding citizen, the layman seems to be having law against it, and the upholders of law, seem to have made a slave out of the blind-folded lady. So what should the mere mortals like you and me do? Wait for Lord Vishnu to don the Kalki avatar or be one himself/herself? 

What if Lord Vishnu is in his cosmic slumber?

It is said – that god helps them who help themselves, and that is the truth behind the delay in Vishnu’s Kalki avatar. We have not done enough for Him to feel that we have done our bit. If as a nation we resolve to do our bit, we might not even need Kalki, the danav’s, asura’s, and the rakshasha’s of our nation will meet their end anyways. This is the time for the might of the mortal. So wake up O Indian and take your rightful place in the limelight. Don’t let any botched hand take away this right of yours. If we do our bit, I am sure as the noted lyricist Sahir Ludhianvi has said – ‘Woh subaah kabhi to aayegi, ….’

Finally to rephrase Tagore’s words from ‘Where the mind is without fear’ –

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost it's way

into the quicksand of fascist forces,

Where the mind is led forward by thee

into ever-widening thought and action.

In to that heaven of rationality and freedom, my  father,

LET MY YOUTH LIVE!”

Friends Wo subaah aa gayee!

This is 2020, Lord Vishnu is not coming! He has left it for you and me.

Let us resolve to take our country to new horizons and march with our youth, I think they are showing us the way this time!

HT Mint dt. 01/01/2020

Let us make this New Year, happy!!

Kannak's Anklet

My new book, "Kannaki's Anklet" is now available -

Kannaki’s Anklet is an effort to bring the Tamil epic Shilappadikaram, by Ilango Adigal, to a larger audience and in a relatively easy prose format. While the epic has been translated by eminent scholars, Kannaki’s Anklet is an effort to make it easy reading for the modern reader who is exploring the hidden gems of regional literature, without getting into the academics of it. This book is an easy translation of the famous epic.

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The (In)famous Mumbai Spirit

The idea of writing this is not to provoke, but to spark a debate. Awaken what is dormant and recognise the real virtue.

All of us Mumbaikars feel a pat in the back when we hear or read phrases like – ‘the indomitable spirit of Mumbai’, ‘Mumbai bounces back’, ‘Mumbai’s spirit cannot be cowed down by terrorism’…and so on. Each more flowery than the other, each richer than the other in terms of play of words.

Is this a spirit of bouncing back, or is it stemming from a sense of stoicism? Stoicism not in the sense – Who cares, but more of – What can I do? There lies the subtle difference.

The day after the deluge, for majority of Mumbaikars will be a normal day, to talk the subject, read in details what one failed to catch on TV, and feel sad for those who were stranded, drenched, took shelter in churches and gurudwaras and those who never reached home for the night. But somewhere in a corner of the heart we will feel good that we are back on our feet, back to work the very moment the public transport was available, over the stinking and dirty roads; send children to school to make them look like us, call relatives and tell them that we are safe and have even resumed work, and behave as if nothing had happened, and yesterday was just a bad dream. This is not the indomitable spirit of Mumbaikar, but a concrete evidence of stoicism. It’s our hardened sense of empathy, or the lack of it.

‘What can I do when the whole government machinery couldn’t do anything?’, ‘What can I do when I have so many other responsibilities?’, ‘What can I do when nobody is doing anything?’, ‘What can I do all by myself?’ There is a list of What-can-I-do questions, all leading us to do nothing, except watch the graphic apathy of the system, its meticulous breaking down on TV, read all about them on our way to work and get taken in by the ubiquitous feeling of the great ‘spirit of Mumbai’.

To all the What-can-I-do questions, I have only one answer – ask Why? Protest till the powers-to-be are compelled to give answers. Protest does not mean take to streets and resort to acts of vandalism and communalism. Protest can be in any form that the civilised society permits us. If someone dumps garbage in front of our house, don’t we protest? Why can’t we do now? Garbage is now being dumped in the society, shouldn’t we protest?

Mumbaikars need to realise that it is this infamous spirit of Mumbai which is going against us. As individuals we are being taken for granted. The powers-to-be are aware that as citizens we are only prone to raise our voices within the four walls of our homes and workplaces. They are aware that they can get away with inefficiency, irresponsibility and corruption. Haven’t we pardoned them for the 2005 deluge, the annual drama of potholes, the lack of preparation every monsoons, the regular photo-op-charade of de-silting, and so on?

These are not the times to bear in silence or turn a blind eye. It’s time to speak up. Stop the wheels. Raise a voice. As the famous John Galt of ‘Atlas Shrugged’ did, ‘stop the motor of the world’ and let the inefficient and ineffective make way for the efficient.

Ask questions. Who is responsible for such inefficiency? When is the Government going to rise about its compulsion of coalition-politics? When will heads roll for efficient heads and not replace with another set of inefficient morons? Will the culprits be arrested, and if so, how soon can they be booked, tried and punished? Will we have to wait for another deluge to remind us of the last one? Will it take about 12 years to fix blames? Will this go down in history as another piece of statistics?

As a sincere law-abiding citizen of Mumbai I protest and I ask these questions. Do not hide behind the poetic excellence of the politicians and media alike. Do not get taken in by the blame-game about to begin. My sincere request to all – do not resist from asking questions, just because you might not get answers. Ask nonetheless.

I end with my favourite quote from Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand in the iconic speech, ‘This is John Galt speaking’ –

“To those of you who retain some remnant of dignity and the will to live your lives for yourselves, you have the chance to make the same choice. Examine your values and understand that you must choose one side or the other. Any compromise between good and evil only hurts the good and helps the evil.

If you've understood what I've said, stop supporting your destroyers. Don't accept their philosophy. Your destroyers hold you by means of your endurance, your generosity, your innocence, and your love. Don't exhaust yourself to help build the kind of world that you see around you now. In the name of the best within you, don't sacrifice the world to those who will take away your happiness for it.

The world will change when you are ready to pronounce the oath….”

I decide to stop this display of Mumbaikar’s spirit. Stop the motor of the world! This is my way of protesting - however insignificant it seems to anybody.

Completion of 7 years!!!

Completing 7 years!!!!

Thanks to all my readers.....

Utkarsh Patel

Does a society learn from its past?

Does a society learn from its past? Past mistakes to be precise? Has our nation learnt from the gut-wrenching incident of a Nirbhaya on a fateful night of December 2012? Have rapes and murders of women stopped? Have the changes in law brought any respite to a woman? Is she more secure today?

At the cost of repetition, does a society learn from its mistakes? No, it seldom does.

All of us are well aware of the episode of Draupadi’s vastraharan or disrobing after she was lost in the dice game, by her husband, Yudhishtir. Many say that it was this that led to Kurukshetra, while some say, it was Draupadi’s laughter at Duryodhana at Indraprastha. Irrespective of it, the society blames Draupadi for the war. But going back the episode of the disrobing; an effort is made to disrobe Draupadi and her husband/s say nothing. They remain mute observers, as they were supposed to be following the dharma of a slave! Allowing ones wife to be stripped in public and not stand by her, could never be part of any dharma, was forgotten by none other than Dharma-raj himself.

One would think that such an experience would be enough to last a lifetime for a person like Yudhishtir, right? Wrong!

Let me relate another incident that happens after sometime and Yudhishtir behaves in the same way, as he did earlier and thus my concern – does society ever learn?

After the Pandavs lost everything in the dice game, in spite of Draupadi winning everything back with her arguments and invoking humanity, in the court of Hastinapur, the Pandavs are sent to exile for twelve years and an additional year incognito, i.e. in disguise. If they were found out in the thirteenth year, then they would have to go for another thirteen years in exile.

During the thirteenth year, the Pandavs and Draupadi decided to take refuge at the court of Virata, all in disguise. Yudhistir becomes the advisor to the King and Draupadi becomes one of maids of the Queen Sudeshna of Virata. However, Draupadi’s beauty attracts the evil gaze of the Queen’s bother Keechaka, who is also the powerful army chief. Draupadi tries to stall his advances, but is unable to do much when the Queen herself insists that she give in to her advances. Queen Sudeshna once forced Draupadi to take wine for Keechaka in his chambers. Once there, Keechaka tries to molest her and Draupadi to avoid his advances runs away from his chambers and lands up in the court seeking protection from the king and her husband, Yudhishtir, who was present in the court.

Keechaka follows her to the court, and seizing her by her hair throws her down on the earth, kicked her in the very presence of the King, and of course her husband Yudhishtir. Draupadi urges the King to intervene and save her from the mighty Keechaka who has been casting evil eye on her, a married woman, all this while hoping Yudhishtir would intervene. While the King didn’t know how to react, as Keechaka was his brother-in-law and a general, the courtiers applauded Draupadi’s stance of seeking justice in an open court against the wrong-doings of Keechaka, which were well known. To Draupadi’s horror, Yudhishtir speaks and scolds her for disturbing the proceedings of the court and bringing such complaints in front of everybody. He further tells her not to put up an act and go back to the inner chambers of the Queen and not come back with such lamentations to the court, especially when a dice game is on!

Draupadi in Virata's palace, by Raja Ravi Varma

While many say, that Yudhishtir said this as he did not want to risk being recognized in the crucial thirteenth year, the fact remains, that once again Draupadi was insulted and once again her husband did not come to her help. I repeat, does the society learn from its past mistakes? While Yudhishtir could have managed to save Draupadi with some of his advise and that too in a court which was averse to Keechaka, Yudhistir decided to reprimand Draupadi for ‘wasting the time of the court’.

Misplaced sense of duty or selfish agenda, or both?

On this Women’s day, I urge people to stand up for women, irrespective of one’s political and ideological affiliations. A woman’s dignity is of prime significance and no crime on her part can justify, lynching, molestation and public humiliation and in modern times, social media trolling. The society has no right to breach codes of morality both written and unwritten. This society has enough Keechaka’s and Sudeshna’s, but it is the responsibility of every citizen to stand by a woman, irrespective of her ‘crime’. It’s time to pull down curtains on the age-old lip-service that a woman is a mother and goddess and she needs to be worshipped. A woman doesn’t need to be worshipped; she needs to be respected for who she is – an individual. While today’s woman can take care of herself, if a man stands by her, it would only act as a fillip.

And finally, men, don’t be Yudhishtirs, be a Bhima. Just to conclude the story, Draupadi goes to Bhima and relates everything. Next night Bhima kills Keechaka. Bhima stands by his wife.

If a woman is safe, everyday will be a woman’s day; if she is not, what's the big deal in celebrating it even for one day?

Love

It’s that time of the year, when love is in the air, as goes the cliché. Today all will be talking of love, love and more love. For the last five years or so, I have been telling love stories in my Blog and thought I would do the same this year, but then I wanted to avoid clichés this year, so decided against it. No love stories this year, but let’s talk of love, since love is in the…. We will skip that, I guess.

So what is love?

With decades behind me, I make my little effort to understand this unavoidable four letter emotion.

Is it the way he looks at her? Or is it in a lovers touch? Or is it her presence? Or is it just her being around? Or is it in his sweet words? Or is it the small things he does for his lover?

Is it easy to find love or does it take a life time to find it?

Where art thou, my love?

Looked for thee everywhere,

But could find thee not

Where art thou, my love?

Looked for thee in the East

Where the sun rose,

Looked for thee in the West

Where the sun set,

But could find thee not.

Where art thou, my love?

Looked for thee in a moonlit night

Looked for thee in the Madhuvana

Looked for thee under the kadamba tree

 But could find thee not

Where art thou, my love?

Looked for thee at the seashore

Looked for thee in the waves of the sea,

Sought you in the aroma of the breeze

Sought you in the silence of the night.

But could find thee not

Where art thou, my love?

Oh questions and questions galore! How does one explain love, the single most driving force for mankind and as the cynic would say, for the gift industry! But no commerce today, please! I am no Archies and I am no manufacturer of silk hearts of varying sizes to be stuck on gifts and to be discarded tomorrow morning.

I am the heart that beats for her and the heart which aches for her.

I am the heart which throbs with passion and which displays emotion.

I am the heart which often goes fickle and silly, all for her

I am the heart which loses its rationality when she looks at me

I am the heart which melts at her smile and hardens at her indifference

I am the heart which pines in her absence and throws tantrums when she is back

I am the heart which displays ego but submits at the drop of her eyelid

So do these emotions matter today? Are these worth anything in the world of ostentatious displays of love in social media? Do these matter in a I-love-you-I-aint-sure-you-are-the-one times of love? Or is it that love is for keeps for some while the same is old fashioned for some?

I have been on earth for quite some time now (and I hope god is not reading this!), but when it comes to define love, I guess I have miles to go…..but can safely say, felt it! It’s a joy, it’s a pain, its laughs and its tears. If it ain’t all this, then I guess it’s not love….at least not for me.

I guess only a lover can understand what love is when he says…

Kiss the cup, my love

Let this be my elixir

For lovers need no nectar of heavens;

The touch of your rosy lips

          is all I seek

After this, even if the cup

          hath an adders juice

I would gulp it down with glee

And embrace the messenger of Yama.

Here's wishing you ....

(The italicized pieces are from my forthcoming novel)

Love stories from the previous Valentine Days –

http://utkarshspeak.blogspot.in/2015/02/mandapal-and-lapita.html

http://utkarshspeak.blogspot.in/2015/02/eros-and-psyche.html

http://utkarshspeak.blogspot.in/2014/02/valentine-day-love-story.html

http://utkarshspeak.blogspot.in/2013/02/valentine-day-love-story.html

http://utkarshspeak.blogspot.in/2012/02/valentine-day-love-story.html

http://utkarshspeak.blogspot.in/2011/02/radha-krishna-divine-romance.html

Satyavati

Launching my second book, "Satyavati" the much forgotten and often sidelined woman from the epic Mahabharata who was responsible for changing the course of destiny of many a character in the epic!

Check it out on the Readify app

https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=in.readify

Happy New Year!!

Litventure2016

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Why shouldn’t I complain?

As a child, when I fell down and hurt myself or was upset about something and complained or cried, I was stoically told to learn to bear it, sahan karna sikho, and stop whining and complaining. Earlier, I was expected to keep quiet as the ability to bear pain and not whine was good for me in the long run, at least that’s what my mother would say! Since that day, I have been keeping quiet whenever something went wrong or not up to my expectations.

Today, when I have to stand in long queues for hours to get my own money, all my friends tell me to stop complaining and bear it with a grin. After all it is for the good of the country.

I don’t dispute it, but stop telling me not to complain.

I complain, because once again, I have been made to stand in long queues for no fault of mine. No, I am not the one who stood in long queues for hours to buy an iPhone (I can’t afford it). No, I was not the one who stood for the auditions of Roadies, (I don’t care for such things). No I didn’t stand in the queues of Big Bazaar discount rush, (never did). I am the one who stood in long queues for my child’s admission to college. I was the one who stood in long queues for my Passport. Then when the Govt decided that it wanted to create a single document for all, I stood in the queue for my Aadhar Card, and today am saddled with yet another acceptable document. And then when I wanted change, I was the one who stood in long queues to vote during the elections. So stop sending me those silly pics on WhatsApp which are churned by an invisible industry, which has got nothing else to do, but create inane memes and trolls.

I complain, because I am bearing the brunt due to a certain segment of people who have still not been affected by this, because when I stood in the queue for hours, I did not see any of the politicians and their children or his son-in-law or the daughter-in-law. Neither did I see the small businessman, who hoards cash and creates black money, nor the affluent, who sponsor big elections. All around me I saw, men and women who have left their daily work, labourers who have foregone their daily wage, maids and cooks, who will have to go back to their complaining mistresses, and a sea of helpless faces, all of who were trying to ensure that they get their own money to see through the crisis and of course contribute to the larger good of the nation!

I complain, because that’s probably the only thing I can do, after all I am the growing middle-class. I am always the one who is expected to bring change, socially or politically. I am the one, who gets pushed and minced, no matter who rules in Delhi. I bear the brunt of pollution, as I take to the streets to board the public transport. I suffer, as I have to run to numerous bodies like municipal and such, to get a death certificate and other such necessary papers. I suffer because I am the one who has high ideals and lacks both money and the will to pay a bribe. Occasionally to ward away a major nuisance, if I do pay a small sum here and there (read ‘bribe’) to ensure that I got my own document or I managed to save my poor wife from being oogled at for a minor misdemenour by the cop on the street, I am made to feel guilty for being ‘part of a corrupt system’. I am supposed to go through the ordeal which would make me feel menial and miserable, and try to change the system, after all, I should cater to create that utopia that all of us have been hoping for, ever since my country saw the dawn of independence and recently too.

Finally my friends, if I am complaining, then that does not make me anti-PM and pro-Rahul or pro-Mamata. If I am complaining, then that doesn’t make me anti-national and nor does it mean that I prefer a corrupt nation. If I am complaining, it doesn’t mean, I don’t want change – if that was so, then I wouldn’t have contributed to usher in the new regime. If I am questioning the present move, then it doesn’t mean, I have no sense of economics and how the money-market moves. If I am complaining, then it doesn’t mean I have no faith in the present system and its ability to deliver.

I complain, because it pains. I have borne enough and I have carried the weight of righteousness and principles for a bit too long. I complain, because the growing multitude of my country can do little else.

So, guys who can bear so much trouble, bear my whining too. Don’t tell me to shut up for ‘the larger good of the country’!

I care for my country, just as much as you do, if not more!

Beneficiaries of the Uri Attack

If the title shocked you, then welcome to the real world. Get out of the trolls and memes of the social media which have been working overnight to provoke few seconds of patriotism and the latest two bit of my-contribution-to-the society via internet-activism.

The Uri attack left 20 soldiers dead and I wonder how many of the patriotic citizens remember the name of a single jawan dead. I haven’t even asked if any of the rabble-rouser and the ‘patriots’ have done anything worth a dime for the families of the dead.

The first beneficiary is definitely the Government in power which used the surgical-strikes post-Uri attack to its credit. As the Defence minister was found bragging that the surgical strikes were by the army, but the brain was the PM. The army spoke once but the politicians are still speaking about it and taking all the sheen away from those who took all the risk and efforts for the strikes which were conducted post the Uri terrorist attack.

The second beneficiary was of course a marginal political outfit, which was in the margins of near extinction. A sudden chance to flex muscles and show they existed and a poor film producer who had crores at stake, had to bear the brunt the organisation’s new found patriotism. What was sad was how the over-the-top patriotism received tacit support from the Government, given the political compulsions of the moment.

Absolutely unexpected beneficiaries were of course the small traders, who suddenly found a tertiary benefit in wanting to ban Chinese products. While the PM was meeting the Chinese premier and delegates were discussing business as usual the citizens of the country joined in the mind-violence of ban-Chinese-products. Yet another opportunity to display patriotism and remind people how great Indian products are, a la Sarojini Naidu in her “Bazaars of Hyderabad”. Unfortunately the same people seem to have forgotten that Chinese constructors will be working on the 3000 ft statue of Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel, the government’s pet project and a Chinese corporation has recently been awarded the 900 cr Nagpur Metro project. But all of us get to display our patriotism by participating in ban-china-ka-maal like Diwali lights and paper-lanterns and sleep a peaceful night’s sleep after contributing to our two-bit of patriotism!

I think all of us who support such divisive and self-recreational politics, should hang our heads in shame!

Happy Diwali!

Janamashtami - For the Love of God

First published in the August, 2016 issue of "Shubh-Yatra", the in-house publication of Air India 
http://shubh-yatra.in/for-the-love-of-god/

Vadodara National Book Fair, 2016

Speaking at the Vadodara National Book Fair -

On Saturday, May 28, at 6.10pm.

You are welcome, along with your friends and relatives!!

Utkarsh Patel