Showing posts with label Dialectic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dialectic. Show all posts

Monday, April 27, 2020

Gandhi - Epidemic and Illness


In current times when information flows incessantly from all directions, it is easier than ever before to feel a little lost in the flood that such information creates. What furthermore complicates the problem is every source of information has its set of vested interests, biases and limitations.
In order to be able to assess all this objectively and stand up – against this maddening flow of information and mis-information,  I thought to look up someone with a distinct expertise in standing one’s ground against all sorts of pre-conceived notions, forces from media and rulers as well as his own idiosyncrasies as an individual  - M.K. Gandhi.  Although there are hardly any direct parallels from the times when Gandhi lived and the current situation, there are a couple of episodes that provide useful reference. They are noted here in brief.

Ø  Outbreak of Plague in Johannesburg
Most Indians in Africa were staying in places that was commonly known as “Coolie location”.   One such location had an outbreak of pneumonic plague.
On receiving the news of an outbreak to 23 individuals at once Gandhi reached at the location and took it upon himself to serve the sick. He used one of the local municipality’s building and turned it into a makeshift hospital.
He also criticized the government and appealed to them for providing as much support as possible to prevent the outbreak from spreading further. He selected individuals who were comparatively healthier and had no other family members to take the nursing responsibilities and even spared the government nurse from coming in direct contact with patients.
His duties were routine and limited to following instructions from the doctor and providing with basic needs and cleanliness of the patients. Since he was attending active patients – he chose to self-isolate himself and consciously avoided his friends and associates during this time. He also was inclined to keep a very light diet during this time and followed through on it rigorously.
Of 23 patients only 2 survived – rest of the patients along with the nurse succumbed to the disease. However, the doctor, Gandhi and his volunteer friends did not catch the plague. In days that followed, it appears that the location was put under similar arrangements that we see today in quarantine areas, “The location was put under a strong guard, passage in and out being made impossible without permission. My co-workers and I had free permits of entry and exit. The decision was to make the whole location population vacate and live under canvas for three weeks in an open plain about thirteen miles from Johannesburg, and then to set fire to the location[1].”  Although difficult – but he was able to get a consensus among Indians to agree with the plan from the municipality and everyone shifter to live under canvas. Gandhi played a role in suggesting people to take care of their savings, helping them open bank accounts and ensuring that their savings were not squandered in this quick and sudden relocation.
His ability to find things that are of help to others and start executing them in an organized manner is amazing.
Ø  In a chapter titled as Near Death’s door in his autobiography Gandhi outlines his experience throughout one of the longest and most severe illnesses he had to go through. This period coincides with another outbreak – that of the Spanish flu – however experts believe he was not ill with that flu[2]. This episode, therefore, becomes relevant for people suffering illnesses other than Covid-19 currently.

As someone who did not take fondly to outside medicines’ use – Gandhi staunchly stuck to his own methods in treating himself. He refused taking either medicines, injections or even milk – (he had avowed to avoid milk from cow and buffalo). Although he later acknowledged that his denial of injections was based on incorrect information and he should not have avoided them. It is important to note that denial of medicines did not mean denial in getting well – he constantly tried approaches he was okay with and consulted several doctors to come up with a treatment that was both – in line with his principles and effective but he refused any compromise – even if it meant risking his life.
What strikes me most as a reader during this chapter is the fact that Gandhi treats his illness as a subject of study – and finds within himself the possible causes of illness. His view might be called too harsh on himself – at times viewing pain as a necessary result of his own actions – but they are not without a basis – he was able to observe his actions that triggered the disease and work towards correcting them. He was also candid in acknowledging that he had become so weak that he almost thought he died – despite doctor suggesting that his pulse was fine!
He also uses the illness as an opportunity to reflect and rise in his understanding of himself. To be able to view himself as objectively as he does - is inspiring! While his level of staunchness in his methods might be unwise to emulate, what we can aspire to achieve is his devotion in studying himself objectively.
Re-reading certain parts of his autobiography certainly helped me take a different perspective of things as they stand!  



Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Probably what liberals in India (and possibly in US) are missing….


Cable networks in India run a dedicated channel to broadcast Narendra Modi’s interviews and his campaign run up to the Loksabha Elections, supreme court does not find his mention of Armed forces in political canvassing inappropriate, all his promises from past election like job creation, reduction in black money and growth have receded among the infernal din of his national security rhetoric, political jibes and another set of lofty promises. His party has declined to make the list of its source of funds public – despite strong push on transparency and accountability.

And yet he continues to enjoy soaring popularity among Indian voters - at least for now. This popularity of a hard-liner candidate is not a stand-alone case in democracies around the world today. Flag-bearer of democracy, United States too, has its own Narendra Modi in form of its current president Donald Trump! Israel recently re-elected a leader with similar traits and Brazil too elected a strongman in Jair Bolsonaro.

There are Indians who find Modi annoying, obnoxious and even fascist. They portray him as a threat to India’s democracy and constitution. They shout at the top of their voices against him, try to engage in debate, debunk the lies of the government, appeal to people’s reason and hope that they would be able to somehow change people’s mind about him. It is important to realize that people have chosen these leaders for a reason and first step in defeating or moderating the hardliner at the helm is to defeat the hardliner within us. We must remember that Modi or any hardliner leader is not a problem, he is a symptom of a problem that plagues majority of the people. Simply exposing the problems with his leadership is rather narrow a goal that reduces national issues and priorities and ultimately harms the nation.  

For example – we see widespread criticism of terrorism in Kashmir, but hardly see any effort on integrating Kashmiri youth with the rest of the India, we debate vigorously of widening wealth inequality but hardly focus on giving our children more equitable life experiences, we complaint of increasing intolerance but don’t branch far out and consciously make diverse connections. All these and many other participatory actions can be taken around the year – not just at the time of elections.
The process of globalization and economic growth has now become a fatal combination of rising expectations and reducing opportunities – therefore it is natural for anyone with or without resources to act conservatively about them. This situation leads to the popular political slogans of India (Any other country) first. The only way around this tightening noose of hardline leadership is to work towards increasing education, enriching diversity and expanding the understanding of economic growth.  Practicing and spreading simplicity can also go a long way, not just from economic but also from environmental perspective.  

This road is long – and it may take a long time before we may see any result – but it is worth walking on it.

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Gandhi


Albert Einstein famously said of him that “Generations to come will scarce believe that such a one as this ever in flesh and blood walked upon this earth.”  And it is to reduce the distance of disbelief that I write this article today, to remind myself of Gandhi and his way of life.  
To unify and galvanize people across geography that would eventually make 3 different countries, religions, castes, age and different economic backgrounds was a mammoth task. And Gandhi almost did it effortlessly.  In a world that was already exposed to warfare between countries, adopting, staying and keeping a whole country on a path of non-violence during its freedom struggle was a massive achievement. 
Just to put it in a perspective, think about how often you successfully influence the opinions and behavior of members of your team at work, or your friends or family members! 
A lot of things come to mind when one tries to analyze what all Gandhi did to gain such an unparalleled influence over people of India at that time. He focused on doing small things right, was honest in his dealings with others as well as with himself, he thought about those at the very bottom of society – antyodaya – his idea of rule of law was that it should benefit those at the bottom of the pyramid first. He led through examples and action, not just words, and always put himself behind the people. 
While all of this and more may be true of his leadership and political abilities – the most important aspect of Gandhi’s leadership was that he connected enlightenment to the common man’s life. 
Gandhi was a unique confluence of progressive ideology and spiritual enlightenment. Before Gandhi, India had many spiritual leaders, characters and teachers – however their message and methods were hard for a common man to even understand – let alone follow. Many things were left open to interpretation, while leaving things open to interpretation is important in its own way, a major drawback of that approach is that it suffers from being elitist and esoteric. 
Gandhi identified tools for enlightenment. These tools were inexpensive, required no special skills to use, were available to everyone and were verifiable instantly!
These tools were “Truth and Non-Violence”, to me – identifying the root of spiritual progress in these two elements is almost as great a thought as the one from Buddha in which he identified root of unhappiness in desires. 


Sunday, April 1, 2018

From Sachin Tendulkar to Steve Smith and David Warner


Ball tampering incidents from Cape Town test between South Africa and Australia brought back long forgotten and discomforting memories of 2001. Though consequences in both the incidents were vastly different - there are underlying commonalities that tie these two events. 

These common threads are important to understand how we succumb to human frailties and cross a boundary of propriety to suit our own prejudices. How we are swift to transfer a truckload of dormant guilt of our own many little misdeeds to those who are a little more vulnerable than us to such accusations. 


When Sachin was accused of tampering with a cricket ball during a test match in South Africa, I was a teenager and like many other teenagers there was nothing that could have made me believe that there may be some merit to those allegations against him. Far from a possibility of any debate, I was closed to any information which may oppose my long held adulation and love for the living legend.  I was not the only one to be closed to hearing the other side of the argument - it turns out entire country was in the same position. Such an unparalleled love and respect we have for our icons. There is absolutely nothing wrong in this kind of love and respect to our heroes. However this makes our heroes victims of our love. We start looking at them more as gods and forget that they are humans too. Sentiments of a teenager who used to bunk classes by lying about stomach ache were used to determine whether or not a particular sportsman erred in his conduct during a cricket match or not. This seemed perfectly fine back in 2001 to me as it suited my prejudice however looking back at it now, it seems ludicrous!

Steve Smith and David Warner found themselves on the wrong side of such sentiments last week.  Though their acknowledgement of error was valorous and worthy of praise, it did not go down well with the public opinion in Australia, a country which idolises its Cricketers. People from Australia and around the world were quick to latch onto the confession as a tool to offload their own guilt to him. Australian culture idolises their cricketers and place them even higher than the national leaders in the hierarchy of public figures. It is said that Australia had a cricket captain before it had a prime minister! It is no surprise therefore that people feel betrayed when their heroes fall. However justified the public anger may be, it cannot be and should not be used as a tool to pass judgement on persons accused.

Ball tampering (planned or accidental) in cricket is no different from exaggerating one’s qualities on a resume to land a coveted job. It is no different from flattering a boss or someone in position of power to gain an advantage or curry favours. It is no different from lying about stomach ache in order to avoid school. 

One has to agree that sports heroes have some responsibilities to their fans and followers and need to be held accountable for their actions when they overstep a boundary set by rules however to use the intensity of public emotions to determine the degree of their misconduct is grossly unjust towards the sportspersons involved. 

We must support cricketers to receive a trial that is free of public emotions and perceptions in order to determine the severity and sentence of their misconduct. This is not only important from their point of view but also for ours - as we would not have any place if the same standards were employed to judge our own daily actions! 


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Sunday, March 20, 2016

Meeting with Murakami

I don't think you love me anymore, my current favourite author, Haruki Murakami told me. There was no complaint in his voice, only a bit of resignation. Similar to the one that I often saw in the copy of his book, lying next to my bed - untouched for last 6 months! Guilt of not having read it, troubled me. He kept staring at the book, and said nothing. 

Just as I was about to pick the book up with a resolve to complete it cover to cover; my flatmate shouted with frustration! “When will you ever become a regular at Gym?, because of you, even I have become irregular.” His accusation had no basis - but it still hurt. Excess fat in my body was visible. Suddenly a scene from recent cricket match came in mind, when I got run out while attempting a second run. 

There was a strong urge to run, keep running, until I became fit and fast! I told him to wait for a couple of minutes while I get ready for the gym. Not more than 15 minutes on the treadmill I stopped and returned home - tired. 

First thing to come to sight was the unopened book, and the disappointment on Murakami’s face. However, I brushed them aside and moved for shower.

After shower, as I was about to start reading, calendar buzzed - reminding me of an additional assignment I had taken at work. I snoozed the reminder for 5 minutes and picked up the book - half hoping it will never let me go back! 

Since next day was a Sunday, I thought to pull an all-nighter in order to finish the book. However, there was just one thing that I was equally resolved to do that day; it was to talk to my parents at length. Routine leaves with little time at hand and candid conversations can hardly take place - so for such personal conversations weekends are more suited. After an hour long , deeply satisfying conversation - I finally turned my mind to the book again. Shortly after, phone again buzzed - this time with an email , it was a third reminder for paying the electricity bill for the month. If I don't pay it now, it will get further delayed, I thought, and opened the computer again to make the payment.

While I was making the payment, my favourite film actress appeared and told me about her newly launched TV series being shot in US! It was exciting, so I thought to watch an episode of the show. 

When tiredness meets temptation, it is very difficult to resist. One after another, episodes kept streaming and before long, it was one hour past midnight. I finally turned the computer off. 

For the next 15 minutes, I struggled between the book and sleep - finally sleep survived.  

He waited till two of clock, then finally, walked off in anger from my room with his book! I ran behind him, asking him to forgive me and return the book.

“I just need one day, I just need one day” - I was shouting, but he disappeared! Perhaps he knew that the one day I needed might never come!

Suddenly I woke up with perspiration! This is how Murakami met me in a dream. 



Thursday, November 26, 2015

Tolerance is not same as temperature

Tolerance is not same as temperature – there is no ready, reliable or consistent measurement for it. This immeasurability, and consequent subjectivity is central to the current debate surrounding the issue. One of the most eminent and successful Bollywood star made a public remark that sparked a wildfire among Indian Internet users and like many such debates on internet – this one too seems to be going down a rat hole.

In paragraphs that follow, there is an attempt to view this episode from a slightly different perspective.

Tolerance is very contextual, for example our tolerance to hot water while taking shower is different during different seasons. Similarly, in a society there are bound to be times when public opinion could be more tolerant than other times.  Not only with respect to time, public opinion also changes based on subjects, themes, circumstances and backdrops – it is possible that a society has more tolerance towards love marriages than same sex marriages.

Tolerance is also an evolving phenomenon – and many factors shape it continuously. A classic example of this is changing tolerance levels for issues like climate change and corruption – with increased awareness of energy crisis, our tolerance to problems effecting environment reduces, similarly as people become more aware of their own rights, their tolerance to corruption also reduces. Both these examples are, of course a welcome change. A point to note here is that by itself, reduction or increase in tolerance level cannot be an indicative of type, it has to be placed in context of subject – one at a time.  Direct verdict of either tolerant or intolerant is akin to saying someone scored 100/100 - but not knowing in which subject/field. J

Besides being contextual and evolving, tolerance is also impacted by resources available at hand. For example, if the domestic help becomes extremely costly from tomorrow – then certain outsourced chores may have to either done on one’s own or ignored – in both cases, cleanliness and orderliness of household chores may reduce – and tolerance for that will need to be increased or adjusted. J
If one were to look at an example of national level, it can be said that for a developing nation if literacy holds higher priority than space research – then tolerance towards illiteracy should be lower as compared to tolerance towards moderate or low advancement in space research. And as country’s demographics change, objectives evolve these priorities may undergo changes too.

Now that we know above points on tolerance, it makes sense to check the environment in light of these points with reference to India
  1.        What are the areas where we, as a country have shown volatile approach with respect to tolerance? – besides our tolerance of Indian cricket team which changes in direct correlation with their wins/losses
  2.        What are the areas where tolerance has evolved over last few years, may be generations. What are the things that our parents had to do with permission from their parents but we do it today at our free-will?
  3.        What are the areas where tolerance level of society directly impacts our daily life, how much the corruption in road construction impact the price of milk we buy everyday? Are the priorities of our nation in right order – if something pressing is missing, we may want to enquire and re-align.

The fact that we are a vibrant and fully functioning democracy, is itself the biggest achievement of overall tolerance, ability to debate, reason and argue. We must treasure, protect and enhance it. Think on above three points and share your thoughts with friends,relatives and me. 

As for Aamir Khan, the expression of his spouse is not a very well-thought I believe, it is similar to an exhausted, tired and a little bit resigned feeling we all get on soupy Sunday afternoons where we think that perhaps going to some other place might be the answer to all questions we are grappling with. As almost everyone knows, going somewhere else is never an answer. In hindsight, perhaps it could be said/interpreted and circulated a bit more maturity.

And still, let’s, for a moment, suppose Aamir really wanted to leave – then let’s be sport and suggest some good countries, rather than vehement and childish demands of sending him to specific troubled countries. J

My suggestion would be Bhutan, What’s yours? 

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Acknowledge!!!

It was 11:30 PM, I was walking back home after a long day at work, clouds had been gathering in sky as if they would burst into a heavy downpour any moment and a cold Bangalore breeze was blowing just enough to make the atmosphere mildly intoxicating. Silence in the street, added a tinge of anxiety to the overall calm surroundings.  Just then I heard a car approaching from behind, just where I was walking it slowed down and window slid down.  The car was impeccable, looked like coming straight out of the show-room, spotless and shining!

The couple in the car looked visibly worried; they asked me if there was any hospital around. I replied there was one and directed them towards the nearest hospital. Just as I finished, I realized they had probably been new to the locality and did not fully follow the directions given quickly. I explained them again, slowly and with a couple of more landmarks to guide them through the way. They thanked me and vroomed off towards the hospital.   

Next day, I decided to go to work a little late than my usual time as I had returned late on previous day.
While walking on the footpath on way to the office, I came across an old beggar. He came close to me and tried saying something that I could not understand. Without even acknowledging his presence, I made way and passed him by.

A few steps ahead a thought struck me, what if the old beggar had to actually ask something as genuine as the couple previous night? One possibility led to another, Wasn’t it possible that the old man just wanted to tell me how bad day he was having?  Or “What time of day it was?”  
 A pang of guilt covered my mind; however I kept on walking ahead, feeling completely ashamed of the cold ignorance I had shown to the old beggar. The incidence did not subside in the usual routine and kept coming back to mind.  

William James had written on this phenomena way back in 1984, “no more fiendish punishment could be devised, if such a thing were physically possible, than that, one should turn loose in a society and remain absolutely unnoticed by all the members thereof. If none turned around when we entered, answered when we spoke or minded what we did but if every person we met, cut us dead and acted as if we were non-existent things a kind of rage before long would well up within us from which cruellest bodily tortures would be a relief. “

I think none we meet deserves this kind of cold ignorance, no matter what class one belongs to. The difference in my behaviour to the couple driving in a car and asking for direction close to midnight and the beggar whose motive to interact with me, I did not even care to notice is not defensible. Of many things around us, I believe if we change this and at least acknowledge, everyone around us, we will spread some more relief and happiness.

This is not at all to say that we should give money in alms to beggars, but at least we should politely decline – thereby noticing and acknowledging their presence.


Monday, April 16, 2012

Life is like that....!!

At first I did not recognize him; however his face seemed similar and known. After pressing a little harder on the memory chip, I recollected that he was my classmate from school.

On meeting him, I told him that he looked quite different in office attire and with a suitcase of course! “I have become a professional now.” He answered with a slight grin.

From his face I could gather the sense of victory he had in his mind. He had been working for a life insurance company as an agent and had done quite successfully. Later he also took up the agency work for mutual funds and other financial products.

As an MBA I have been infected with the habit of asking stereotype (yet intelligent looking) questions to all irrespective of our own knowledge about the entire story.

So I asked “what is the best and the worst part of your job?” “You MBAs are so much like each other!!! Almost everyone asks similar questions!!” He told this time with a slight disgust in his voice.

I wanted to protect the sheen of our creed, but sensing his anger I remained silent and seconded his opinion. At times people vent the anger of their failure by disparaging others, and this old pal of mine was doing the same thing.

If somebody is doing wrong, someone has to set him right! So I extended my inquiry and argument further after I thought that he had cooled off. “Questions may be similar but the way we all process answers may be different.” He looked back sternly, this time. However, I had made up my mind not to let it go this time, and elaborated on my question a bit. “What is it you think that makes your mutual fund products sell you think?” I waited for the answer, none came.

Finally, I thought to myself “One last try... Change the question a little bit more...” I asked “what do you like the most about stock markets, or mutual funds?”

“You know what…” he started answering, satisfying my hubris. “My life is very similar to that of a performance of mutual fund or Stock market over the long run, that’s what I like the most about it.” I kept quiet hoping that he would elaborate on what he just said. He did. “There may be crashes in between, due to reasons that are unfathomable, out of control or even out of imagination, but after some times the returns set the losses off. The only thing you need to have is the courage to bear the losses and time enough to let wounds heal on their own. One more thing, you should never try to understand it ahead of its time.”

I realized how Fickle is the power that we draw from our advantageous background, schooling, upbringing and qualification when it comes to stand up to some of the unavoidable circumstances that life has to offer. It’s something more than we study that really matters.

This episode taught two very significant things, first was that making inferences from limited data may be quite intelligent but it can be grossly unjust to apply that thing to individuals, we never really know what battles the other person may be fighting. And second was that life indeed is perhaps like Mutual funds and stock market, “full of ups and downs, signifying nothing!!”


Sunday, February 26, 2012

A walk on Marine Drive!


It is strange how one photograph put up on facebook can send you back in time and force you to remember all that was so close by some time back!!

Titled as “Queen’s necklace” this photograph showed Marine Drive of Mumbai. This was a place where I had spent first 8 months of my professional life. This place has lot of significance to me as it was the only source of solace in an otherwise hectic and ruthless life.

Walking on this long road was one of the favourite stress busters of mine. The place has something that takes you completely off from the present problems. It makes you reflect on larger, better and more beautiful things!!

Apart from the natural and scenic beauty that the place offers due to proximity to the sea, it is also a symbol of modern day life in many ways. A long walk along that road reflects all that the life throws at us. Road has two sides, one that goes towards all the corporate offices, workplaces, shopping complexes and hotels, the other side, as we all know is a sea face. A simple observation reveals that during office hours on weekdays you see legions of people on the other side and nights give way to crowd on the sea face side. This is truly a time when everyone switches off their official side and focus on the personal one! That sea has a great role in it I guess.

The crowd that we find there is a fairly representative of all classes. The original SOBO crowd with apparels, gadgets and a pride in their walk which differentiate them from the rest of us on that road, couples – some romancing, others fighting, professionals who are just tired of the toiling day they had in office, youngsters having good time, aged ones feeling the peace, people talking on phone while walking alone, artists, hawkers (selling everything from snacks to soda), beggars, etc.

The design of the road is such that if you are walking across you would not be too far off from people sitting on the sideline in order to have a conversation in front of the sea. A silent walker across on Marine drive inadvertently becomes a passive listener to all these conversations, debates, rifts, general talks that people sitting there are having. Following are some of the choicest conversations that a silent walker still remembers, may be because they signified something more about that place, that city, and this life.

Old man (to his wife): “He’s still in early twenties, it will take him some time to find sync with life and career… you worry unnecessarily….” As one walked half retort from his wife could be heard which said “when we were of his age………”

Man 1 (to man 2): “The problem with politics is that it is always divisive, cast, creed, religion were the divides till now, going ahead there will be classes….. we will always be fragmented.”

Man 2 replied “Yes. May be…”

Boy (to a girl): Isn’t it great to be at a place where nobody knows you, and you know nobody? Girl replied, “What does it mean, to know someone?” Since no sound came for some seconds, one was forced to cast a look at their direction; soon one could see what it means to know someone.

Young man (on phone): “that’s great news, congratulations!! Of course I will come, what are the dates? Oh Oh….. I guess it will be tad tough for me to get leaves during that time, still will check and let ya know..”

All such conversations force one to speak to oneself, about life and its possibilities…. It makes us more prepared, cautious and tolerant. One of the most brilliant things it does to you lies in assurance that whatever may be your stage, situations or worry, you are not the only one in world facing it- there are many of us in this same boat called LIFE. So Brace yourselves and counter it with all the might….

Along with this comes another realization…. It’s getting late, will have to go home and sleep or else the local of 7:58 will be missed… and the subsequent one is even more crowded!! J

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Dil se Delhi Man se Mumbai

“You don’t engage in Delhi-Mumbai argument as vigorously as others from Delhi do!!” said one of my friend’s friends. For a moment, I felt ashamed for not having rooted for Delhi, in an argument as to which of the two is a better city to live in.

Just as I was about to tell her how pathetic I found the locals, that I do not understand why people are so crazy about that Wada-Pau, that I do not like to sweat so much, that I don’t see any greatness in running around like mad for entire day and night, that I hate pronunciation of “RE” at every possible place in the sentence etc etc……. my Mumbaikar (Mumbaiya) friend chipped in, “he’s not a Delhite, he is a Gujju.”

This is the first time I felt as if a part of my being was torn away. Something very personal to me was snatched away. I had spent two years in Delhi, and really loved the place a lot. I thought myself very much as a Delhite.

Gulping this feeling, I came back home. However this little encounter made me think about the question which is a root to many heated debates, which is a better city? Delhi or Bombay?

Personally speaking, I miss Delhi. I know the reason for this is largely because of the fact that life there was surrounded by great friends and college was also great fun. Bombay on the other hand is another field. Here the people I interact with are mostly my colleagues. Friendships may develop over the time but “usme woh baat kahaan?” feeling will always be there for these colleague-friends.

In addition to fond memories, Delhi also ranks ahead in terms of the public transport. “Delhi Metro Rocks, Mumbai local sucks” was a message I sent one day to one of my friends while travelling here in locals. Arguments can be made for the kind of load that Locals take each day, but believe me efficiency can never be a substitute of discipline and good ambience. Delhi also feels lot more spacious as compared to Bombay. For those who relish space, there is no better place than Delhi.

If reading this much makes you think I am trying to be an ardent Delhite, hold your horses. Despite its all seemingly unpleasant characteristics, I find Mumbai too quite cool. One of the most important thing, different from Delhi, is that this city is run by market power and not political power!! Everything is so easily accessible and available, at its price. This fact is as risky as it is wonderful. Bombay is brimming with opportunities; there is something here for everyone. Another aspect where it ranks ahead of Delhi is overall safety of citizens. The city makes one feel at ease, at home.

Bombay and Delhi, the two biggest cities of our nation are indeed different, reasons I like them are also different. However one strand of similarity can be found from the fact that both these cities is the fact that both gives one an opportunity to meet people from entire country, entire world perhaps. And this challenging fact makes life so very interesting!

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Distant dreams - Birbal and Winter night in cold water!!!


There are many stories we have heard of Akbar and Birbal. All of them mostly involve subtle and timely use of wit and wisdom to solve any issue at hand or problem faced.

One interesting story I recalled some time back was that of the poor man winning a challenge laid down by King, for standing in cold water for entire winter night. When at the end of excruciating night, this poor man demanded his prize, one of the courtiers disputed and told that throughout the night the man was staring at the two lamps lighting at the lamppost of the palace. Therefore he got the warmth from these lamps and violated the condition of standing in cold water without warming himself. He ruled the man out of court and dismissed his claim for prize.

Birbal saw this and thought that it was against what he considered just and right. He tried advocating for the man, but Akbar did not listen to him. Some days later, Birbal did not come to court. On enquiring the King got to know that Birbal has put “Khichadi” for cooking and will resume to the duty of court once the “Khichadi” is cooked. For entire month he did not come to the court, and then King himself went to his place. He found that Birbal had put on the stove on the ground and the pot containing “Khichadi” far above it.

King asked “How foolish are you? This way Khichadi can’t be cooked, it is not receiving the fire.” “Huzoor,” replied Birbal, “how can the man, then, get warmth from the lamps lighting that night. Please award him the prize he deserves.”

Enamoured by this wisdom, Akbar gave the prize to the poor man.

So far so good, but a thought crossed my mind once. Was the analogy used by Birbal fit?

Aren’t there times when we human beings actually surpass long never ending testing times by keeping our eyes on the distant dreams we have?

These dreams, though way too far for any direct effect and impact, surely have power to influence people in countering their present plights.

Who knows what dreams ran through that poor man’s mind while he was focusing on those lamps.

It is slightly unnerving to dispute with someone with so much celebrated intelligence as Birbal, but I would fancy a probability that the man was surely lighting some dream in his heart through those lamps that night. And that lamps did play a role in his being able to spend that winter night in cold water.

Do you also think so??

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Change cheated on us again......


An honest announcement of a friend of mine on a public forum regarding his disappointment in the New Year forced me to think a bit about change today.

Despite all hue and cry around it, the world had not changed the way it had promised. The euphoria created made us believe for a second that New Year will be significantly different from the one that is just going to end. In New Year, people will be kinder to each other. (As if Santa were to shower some sense and sensitivity in their minds!!) There will be some sanity in our celebrations and the considerations paid to the concern of overall well being will increase, at least marginally. So on and so forth we contemplate so many other changes that we need to implement for a better world.

The grand new day arrives, on which all these and many other hopes are pinned and what happens?

All this fall flat as a castle of cards. To sheer shock, we observe people acting even more brutally, with renewed force. Our celebrations almost anesthetize us from most of the realities. Engrossed in our life we tend to make our senses numb so that we don’t have to bother our minds with problems that others face. Corruption still flourishes. Thousands spend nights shivering while we cuddle in our warm quilts without even giving a single thought to their apathy, let alone doing anything to solve it. Foeticides continue, public money misappropriated, strikes for reservations go on…. Apart from these public pains, some private pains also keep aching millions around us.

But who cares? We are too busy to halt, think, act and make a difference to anyone else. Ask yourself, when did you last wipe of a tear from an eye??? I asked this to myself and struggled to find an answer.

It is very easy and tempting to consider the misfortunes of others as a result of their own bad deeds or mistakes or downfall. It is equally difficult to empathise and act towards making the world a little better place for others also, irrespective of the magnitude of that improvement. Somehow we have developed a habit of adopting easy routes. (Some CALL IT OPTIMIZATION!!)

Many may rub this comment off as a vent of frustration, anger or jealousy also. And accuse me of playing a spoilsport. But as they say, problems do not go away if you turn your eyes away from them.

One thing that commands some celebrations is that still we have many people who feel the disappointments for absence of some changes. So long as there is a desire for change, determination to work for it can be attained and acted upon. I firmly believe that all these (Choose your adjective: Positive/negative) forces, will confluence and lead to some of the changes we so badly need to execute.

Act while there are still some days in calendar none knows which one will be the last…. .

Sunday, July 4, 2010

And now Let Me Sleep – P K Balakrishnan

Single story, So many strands…

The epic of Mahabharata leaves so many questions unanswered. Therefore any work that puts the story of Mahabharata in perspective draws special attention. This type of literature plays significant role in the way we understand, interpret and appreciate the epic in better manner. The epic in its original form is so huge, wide and deep that it is often difficult to construe it in a single go.

The present book, “And now let me sleep” takes out the two most crucial and most emotive characters of the epic and puts their stories into a unique perspective. The story of the novel revolves around the anguish, confusions, dilemmas and evolution of the characters in the post war phase. The fact that story is based in the post war backdrop, makes it even more interesting and important.

The main strand of the story emanates from the agony of Draupadi for Karna. Yudhishthir, having known that Karna was his own brother, is in irrecoverable pain and guilt. He loathes himself for having killed his own elder brother. In this sorrow he decides to leave everything and go for penances. His detachment, over the sorrow for the death of Karna, is unthinkable for Draupadi. She is still seething in the rage over her insult by Karna when she was unrobed in front of the entire assembly. Through the counsels of various characters that Yudhishthir seeks, author sends out a profound message of insignificance of human existence. The Dialogues between Krishna and Draupadi are also very significant in shaping the understanding of the epic. Krishna tells her, “Draupadi, you have seen the face of karna in the assembly in the most cursed moment of deterioration. You have seen a wicked man laughing in intoxication at the sight of a renowned princess being unrobed in the assembly. What you saw that day was real, but you must understand that it was only a single drop in the entire ocean of a man’s existence.” This is the first time when conception of Karna starts changing in mind of Draupadi.

Slowly as the story moves Draupadi compares her grief to the grieves of other characters, Gandhari, Kunti, widowers of warriors and Karna. She realizes that her life closely resembles the life of Kunti. Another profound realization that occurs to Draupadi was that due to love for the Pandavas, various characters have often transgressed the moral limits in their conducts in Mahabharata. For example, Bhishma, Krishna and Kunti all asked Karna to fight from Pandavas’ side. She further resonates her mind that all of them were observing the duty of their love towards Pandavas, in dissuading Karna, however Karna did not have anyone to advocate his interests, he was not loved, and he was unfortunate. When she saw this in the light of the fact that the lives of his husbands is in fact the alms from Karna her view for Karna changes.

The most touching moment comes in the novel when in the end, Draupadi too, like Kunti craves that both Arjuna, and Karna remain alive, in her dream Draupadi when seeing Arjuna, shooting an arrow at Karna, she shouts, “Arjuna don’t do that, don’t do that.”

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Last half an hour

Everything was set, completed, finished, closed, sealed and packed. All those things that cannot be ended and packed were left in their own states and stages.

Eyes were observing things as if it were gulping them inside. Without any work I had taken couple of rounds of the entire house, just to see things again and again. In undue worry of “lest her son would forget something important” my mother too did two rounds of checking the entire luggage and made me see what all I was taking with me. All this while, my eyes kept falling on things that I was not taking with me.

· The old bat which had turned red due to some long practice sessions and innings

· The cupboard which contained some of the most read books, old diaries and some brilliant films.

· The couch placed right in front of the television, where so many hours of all my vacations have been spent.

· The big mango tree which used to be a resting place while playing in the backyard.

· That corner where cat had kept her kittens

There was deluge of memories in mind. I was trying, in vain, to hold the clock still.

The most difficult thing about this half an hour is that you know that after so small a time you will be going away from so many beautiful and meaningful things. YET YOU CANNOT HOLD ON TO THEM!!

During my train journey I wondered if our lives are also like that, the only difference is that we do not know which half an hour will be our LAST HALF AN HOUR!!

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

What happens when a fish Falls in love….. ?

There was a beautiful river. Whenever it used to flow with its full force, it looked as if diamonds were flowing in a seamless flow!!!
However, beneath this beautiful surface, there was even more beautiful world. The world of fishes. They were all very beautiful too.
One of them was a little different. That fish was always out of the groups of other fishes, it was never found in any get-togethers of fishes. Others considered it to be snobbish.
It was not particularly snobbish fish, but it was little more reserved and introvert than others, hence it avoided going to various places. One day, when it was sitting on a stone, brooding over some philosophical thought. A crocodile came to eat it up!!!
It ran hard; crocodile ran harder; just as it was about to be eaten up the current of the river suddenly changed. River took charge of the young fish and took it way ahead of the crocodile.
From this day, fish became fan of the river. Both became close friends, they grew so fond of each other that they even forgot the basic and indelible differences that existed between them!!! They continued to cherish each other’s company for long.
One day, fish asked the river if she would marry him. River told that it was impossible, as her existence was to dissolve into the sea one day. River also told fish not to expect anything in this regard as it would be impossible for a river to marry a fish. Fish wanted to know the reasons why river considered it to be impossible. However river refused to give anymore reasons.
For days together the fish kept mulling over and over the refusal. It seemed that it could not accept it perhaps.
River occasionally spoke to fish but those conversations lacked the personal intimacy and warmth that once flourished between them. Fish tried to empty its mind, but unfortunately, its existence seemed to be the subset of the existence of the river.
Fish was in a bad condition, it could neither get out of the river, nor could it get the river out of it.!!!!!!
This happens when a fish falls in love......

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

The thing that is common in BEER and Education!!!!

Two years back there was a guest lecture by Dr. Tom, an international marketing expert, (an ex McKenzie employee) who worked for a famous beer manufacturing company. While mentioning about their operations in India he told that in India their biggest challenge was to ask people to drink but without getting drunk. Reflecting on this sentence one realizes that the challenge probably lies in customer education and in driving the customer demands properly. In short, in teaching the consumer what they should demand. Demand is inherently seen as a phenomenon largely decided and dominated by the consumers but here it seems that the product is such that consumers need to be taught as to how their demands should be.

In the same lecture we had also discussed that education sector in India is in abysmal state. Interestingly this follows a very close similarity with the problem in beer marketing discussed above. Not that as a product beer and education has any similarities, nor do students wish to have more and more of it!! (Education being no exception to the rule of Diminishing marginal utility for majority of the people!) Then what is the similarity? Smart readers will have definitely figured out, but let me help you in case you did not get it.

Education in our country is always considered as a mean to some attainments. For most of us the reason why we study something is attached to the fact that where would that education place us. (How much money is there in it?) This is a problem not only limited to the higher education, primary, secondary and higher secondary education’s situation is even worse. Parents while choosing school for their children look how much percentage the students of the particular school have got, while this is certainly something one should consider but there are lot many things that should be (must be) considered while selecting a school. Development of a child as a person being the most important of all is thoroughly neglected.

The problem does not stop here, it begins from here. Parents and students do not know exactly what should their demands be. A student can, no doubt, demand best pedagogic techniques however that may not at all correspond with his best result. Since there is ignorance among the consumers regarding their demands, they are buying everything and anything that is offered. Starting from K.G. Nursery or pre-schools which claim to turn one’s child into MSD or Sachin or Shahrukh (or Amir) or Sania Mirza to bogus personality development institute or training institute which offer 100% placement guarantee with a small, almost invisible asterisk of course!

All this needs to be thrown away! These businesses are perhaps good for making money right now but I am sure, as the market will become mature and more and more educated, learned as to what to demand; only those institutes will survive which offer actual benefits and not illusory promises.

It is a task ahead of us to come up with ways with which we can train customers so that they demand what they rightly need. Research in the area of teaching consumers may prove very useful in time to come.

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Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Is our life worse than the life in our Dad's generation???

Quality of life does not depend on how much you can eat but on how much you can digest. And however comic it may sound, I mean it literally. Here are some of the reasons why I believe my life is not better than generation dad and generation grand dad. My dad use to cycle a distance of 18 kilometers everyday till he purchased his first vehicle at the age of 28. The idea of just commuting for 18 kilometers even on a bike makes me feel tired. I agree that the life expectancy and average life have gone up but the reasons behind this success remain largely medical advancements and not the growth of our health.

Taking a metaphorical meaning of digestion, I’d like to tell that the education has taken a very different role in our life; the motive of cognitive growth has given a way to narrow goals of using education just as a means to some ends. The problem arising out of this is summed up beautifully by T.S. Elliot when he says,

Where is the life we have lost in living?

Where is the wisdom, we have lost in knowledge;

Where is the knowledge- we have lost in information?

Another crucial thing that we have not been able to carry from our past generations is the simplicity in outlook of the life. There were far bigger problems than financial recessions to terrorism, - some people of generation grand dad came to India from Pakistan while trains were being burnt, they left everything they had, and yet started a new life as if nothing bad had ever happened. Then came generation dad, they too had their share of troubles starting from a sluggish economy to wars, and emergency of course. They were the people who restored and protected the democracy of our country in most critical times. They did all this without uttering a word. They could do this perhaps because they did not know the words like frustration, depression and that we know. They did this because they do not blow their problems out of proportion as we do.

Another reason why we have lost the simplicity is that we have become too obsessed with the narrow idea of success, there are so many among us who are caught in this vicious circle of illusory success. The means like money, machines and other life comforting instruments have become ends of our lives. The idea of simple living and high thinking is being forgotten fast. Repercussions of this are seen in growing number of students committing suicides each year.

It is easy to pass the buck of responsibility to the previous generations but let us take it, that ---

The time is out of joint, oh cursed spite,

That ever I was born to set it right.

I am sure that by moving closer to the roots we will surely set it right.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

And you thought it affects my life????

  • · We think that losing one’s sight and hearing capacity makes one vulnerable but Helen Keller shows it is not like that.
  • · We think that having pancreatic cancer was the worst blow of destiny to a man, but Steve Jobs shows it is not like that.
  • · We think that it is that an athlete, who comes back after cancer, cannot perhaps play his sport anymore, well Lance Armstrong shows it is not like that.
  • · Losing everything in a natural disaster means we have been hit hardest by god, but so many survivors of such brutal blows show us that it is not like that.
  • · We thought that being removed disgracefully from captaincy and thrown out of team with reprimand meant an end of a sportsman’s career, but Sourav Ganguly shows us it is not like that.

So many examples are around us. It is easy to neglect them labelling them as an outlier case. What is difficult yet important for us to learn is that in all these conditions individuals faced situations which seemed, as bad as- if not worse than- death. Yet they continued, went on with force, fun and faith.

In the end, what seemed insurmountable once was only a small halt in a great journey.

Most of our problems that we face, do not really affect our life as significantly as we think they do. Think about it, believe it.