Pete of the People

Dudes and dudettes, meet Pete. Pete is a run-of-the-mill fella from Delhi. Pete is 19 years old, going to 20. He often gets pensive when he thinks he's just on the verge of finishing his teens, completing the most radically disillusioned period of his life. More so that he is now stepping into the formative phase of his life, where the proverbial twist in the tale comes, where he would hopefully make something out of all the education he has undergone, until it made him stupid. Pete likes music, rock, soft rock, hard rock, pulp rock, alternative rock, no he is not a Flintstone! He was a reasonable student in his school, performing well and commendably till 8th grade, after that quixoticity took over which took a toll of al those marks, and Pete engaged in "other" excursions, which you know just happen with age. Even then Pete was responsible savoring with a sagacious conscience, his share of fun, and also be still among the brighter of the folk. Pete is now doing his engineering, he always wanted to be one. His college is one place where life and its blunders are wonderfully in tandem with each other, each co-exist and actually flourish, having a mysterious symbiosis between them.

Pete has an eye on the future with misty dreams in his dreamy eyes. Accounting his female engagements, Pete has got his share of failures and successes. Pete got beaten up by a high school bully in 9th grade, for a lass, the reaches of whose affinity knew no bounds of age and senses. She was the captivator, and our poor Pete was a captive, among others... But Pete had a resolve, a confidence in his eyes, which was miserably, though it was quite normal for that age, compromised for looks and money. Yeah, our Pete is a common dude, an inconspicuous face in the crowd but with an innocent smile, and a face which manages some furtive glances! But just the face, alright, below that all the proportionality had a field day. But apart from such silly yet inevitable pursuits, Pete never let go, never let down, a guy with a big heart, to love and be loved. Pete changed his school after he was finished with his 10th grade. This new school was not a smooth sail initially, Pete had a few hiccups with the staff there, Pete with attitude ok! Pete quickly absorbed the vibes, effortlessly get absorbed into a multitude of snobbish, snickering, harebrained and spendthrift teenagers, who held up their middle fingers to the slightest scorn they could gather, bitched around, leg-pulling dunces and nerds, including their 'friends' beyond respects. Pete had always known it, the in-your-face attitude that Pete had inherited from his education, this one was the one which did not come form the books but from the environs of his peers, a metro phenomenon, who 'small town' people find cold, but who cares? Pete did well there, passed out with some collectibles, memoirs and the most regretted, unspoken, unmentioned crushes. Pete had that stomach-butterfly syndrome, more rampant in his case, consternating and shying away from expressing his feelings, though he was a seamless talker and had no such reluctance to go ahead with people, irrespective of their sexes. Pete is a social animal. His mysterious belief in the rationality and wholesomeness of Human emotions, Pete is driven by philanthropy. Pete is a thinker, a guy who is average but who not only feels, but does justice to those feelings, except when those special somethings stop him in his tracks, ohoh! Pete has grown. As he takes his toothing steps into this world of haste and competiton. Pete surmises all that he has known, and is sometimes beaten by the callousnes of the ways of this life. And Pete questions all the humanity that is being so cheaply compromised. At crossroads, Pete recalculates his knowledge of the way the world goes around, much more than candy bars and video games. Pete is ridden by that simplicity that once spread over the feilds of his mind, the cool hue that made all so simple and lively. Pete feels lost between all these who are so busy for themslves, overtaken by their ownsleves.

Everyday, I see Pete, just round the corner. And we talk, he tells me about his observations, the subconscious and aware notes he makes about his people, his country. There are things that unnerve him, that titivate him and yet others after which we both dream and awe at the glory of the future. Pete tells me, what he feels, in the high corridoors of power, in the dingy offices where a crapulous Babu cribs about his life, on the signals, in the eyes of a beggar who is no older than 10, in the revelry of friends, throwing their heads back without a care in the world, so oblivious of what goes around them, which is in turn a seedling of a revolution, the primary prologue in the great things each one of us has the potential to accomplish. The common people, the public, the masses... Gullible, thinking, intelligent, gluttonous, meagre. The voices, the ramblings, the rumbunctions we all have to lament on the blunders and the prudence we all observe around us. Our interest, often overruled, cry out from each of ours minds. Speaking the truth, the sense which is so overshadowed by the fecklessness which survives on money and power, The cowards of the culverts who reagard us a whore, and consider it to their luxury to fondle with our lives. Who exploit rather than explore the power they have to change it. The public which is raped on crossroads, the crowd who cries and smiles with the same pitch in a cricket match, the mass which shares its anguishes and aspirations, but the pace of this metropolitan life had obfuscated the inter personal care and a appreciating nod of acknoledgement that we all deserve... Pete connects all of us. Pete is the apple pie each one of us is a part of, our share, gives its lurid yet phenomenal color.

Pete is average dude from the dungeons where our youth comes from, All in all he is just another Brick in the Wall! He is where each student, each guy, each gal, each young spirit is present, watching through their eyes, feeling for them, like them, thinking, observing, having his share of hurdles, his chase of the rooster this life is, the barn in which everyone is made to run around their lives, to catch their dreams. The amusing metaphoric correlation tells the nature and the stupor we all have, necks craned, backs bent, to seize opportunities...to catch the rooster! All in all, we all are in a rooster chase! Pete lives in our hearts, we all in someways have been like him, have some special interests, dreamt. Like Pete is special, like we all are. We all are exceptions, Exceptions from our drudgery. Yet some who are at the right place at the right are the stories that live to tell their tales, in their lives and forever. But, the plebian feature of not getting our share, poor lives, not even knowing their forte, the things that would give them nirvana, the remorse they would relish their entire lives, or perhaps things for which they could give their lives for. Pete is the commonness we all share, the congruity that transcends our masses. Pete is facile, Pete is stubborn. Pete is hopeless, Pete is vehement. Pete is confident and precise, Pete is anguished and vague. Pete is a question. Pete is a statement. Pete is a barrier. Pete is a potential. Pete is you.

Pete, whose sake is accounted for, though so casually in the english language. His affectations are a group of words which form an conceptual unit, a concept which explains pragamtism, a call for the truist intentions. Devoid of any materialistic concupiscence or malevolence, he represents the general strata, a name which is deeply confounded with the masses, Pete's sake is the sake of the populace.

So for Pete's sake...