The Fearless

Have you seen kids or their parents or you shouting on seeing a kid near a fire or some other dangerous place? Am sure most of us would have. I saw a totally opposite kid and his parents today.

I was having my usual dose of chai at K K, while returning back from work. There are some labourers who live on that footpath. As I was finishing my tea, I saw one of those ladies talking to the chaiwala. And after some time, I saw her sitting there with a kid in her lap. The kid must been 4-5 years old. She stood up and went to get something. The kid’s dad was busy scraping the vessel in which they must have cooked their food. The kid was then on the floor when I saw his hand moving towards the chulha. I just stopped having the tea and was looking at what the kid was about to do. I was afraid he would burn his hands. He wasn’t stopping. The mother was still searching for something and the daddy was still scraping. The kid was right in front of him, but he was totally engrossed in the scraping activity. Finally I saw the mother turn and expected to hear a shrill sound or the name of the kid being called out. But to my surprise, she was as relaxed as the daddy. It wasn’t that she didn’t see the kid moving his hand towards the chulha. By then the kid had almost held the paper that was in the chulha. As he drew it out of it, I could see the red hot corner of the paper, trying to breathe in the available oxygen.

He boldly caught the paper and threw it the other way round and with a blow of air from his mouth he set the fire in place. Mummy and daddy had become ready to enjoy the heat of it with the kid. And as they felt the warm air, I kept looking at the three of them. What was it that made the kid, a 4-5 year old, so fearless? What was it that made the daddy and mummy so fearless? What was it that made them experience things without any fear? Why don’t we experience the same fearlessness? Maybe some of us do, but shouldn’t it be common? I don’t have answers to all these questions.

You have to watch this video!

Kamaal hai na!

The Law of Attraction

Hi! Kaafi time se likhna tha…had Lots of things in my mind. Everytime I thought I will write…but I didn’t :) Anyways…

Sometime back a movie called ‘The Secret’ was screened in our office. I won’t be talking about the movie here. Whoever wants to read can Google it. There was one thing that it said which I later found in 2-3 Bollywood movies. It said that if you really wish something, the entire world will help you in getting it. The week after that I was watching Om Shanti Om and there is a famous dialogue in the movie that said – ‘Itni shiddat se maine tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai, ki har zarre ne mujhe tumse milane ki saazish ki hai....kehte hai agar kisi cheez ko dil se chaaho toh poori kaynaat tumhein usse milane ki koshish mein lag jaati hai.’ And last week I saw Iqbal where N Shah was telling Shreyas – ‘Agar tumhe apne sapne pe bharosa hai to saari duniya tumhe woh poora karne mein madad karegi’. So in short, secret secret nahi raha lagta hai :)

Another thing that the movie talked about was the law of attraction. It said that you will attract anything that you strongly think about. It happened with me today. I lost my scooter around 3 months back. And since the past two months, I have been driving the bike that a friend of mine has given me (she thinks I will be able to take care of it!). It is an 11 year old Hero Honda Splendor and has an old number plate with a black plate and white fonts. The new rule says that you should be having a white plate with black fonts. I knew I had to get it changed but I was delaying it. So today when I went out, the thought came to my mind that I neither have the PUC certificate, nor I have the new number. And so I should be meeting the pandu soon. And guess what, a pandu caught me today. I had to pay a Rs. 100 fine. He started at 150 but then seeing no response on my face, he settled for 100 :)

Personally, I don’t believe in these things. But you can start believing them if you think these incidents were convincing enough :D

Clouds

As a child (and even now) I was always fascinated by the aeroplanes. Its sound made my neck turn and my eyes scan the sky, trying to spot the plane based on the auditory information gathered by my two ears.

The most amazing thing were those tiny looking toys disappear behind the clouds but still make the sound. I wondered how people sitting in it might feel and see when they disappear behind the clouds. Here is a glimpse of it - I happened to sit in one of them and see the earth disappear behind the clouds as my plane moved.

These clouds are supposed to compete with other clouds at a photography contest held @ http://www.cuckooscosmos.com/PhotoGallery/topic/

Why?

I was scanning TV channels when I stopped at one of them, showing a 'Just For Laughs Gags' type of show. There were 3 people who were moving around with huge piles of boxes that were stuck to each other. They scared people by making it look as if the pile was going to fall on them. I have to say - they were trying to be funny. And suddenly they try and throw the pile on 2 chicks and both of them throw their hands up. Guess what they had in their hands!

Yes, a cigarette. And just after they threw their hands up, they gave a smile as if to show that they were not cigarettes, but were lollipops...and slowly started drawing their hands down. Personally I think it’s perfectly ok, whether it is a male or a female, to smoke as long as the person is over 18 and understands the effects of it. However, I have rarely seen males hiding their cigarettes. But females…..! Why? I don’t know the exact reasons and can only formulate hypothesis. So what is it that makes them react in such a way? Is it we, the society, who are scaring them? Or is it still the nature of a woman – who is still in that mode, trying to break those stereotypical images of a ‘woman’...yet not completely out of it.

A Corny Affair!

I had a corny affair a few hours ago. I have a friend who has got into a Big uni in the USA and so had invited a few people for dinner. I actually left early from office today (which gave a nice shock to my friend) to be there on time (after all - khaana jo tha :D). The place where I was supposed to go is a nice place. And when I reached, the two of them were already eating something. I just threw my helmet on the seat next to me and grabbed some food from their plate (I realised one of them stopped halfway as they tried offering me the food). The mushrooms they had ordered also arrived right on time. They asked me if I liked the dish. But I tried being honest and said I had never eaten it before. They weren't surprised :) I tried eating it. Khaana jo tha..achcha hi tha.

And then I was given the menu to order something. Now this is something I try and avoid because though I love eating food, I hardly understand their names and so I prefer that someone else does that part. I again tried being honest that I didn't understand anything and so it would be better that they ordered what they liked because I would not mind eating anything (as long as it is a veg food). They said I should still try and so I opened the menu. I had to order a sizzler. And I could just not go beyond one name. I told them that I had selected the dish and they should not laugh at me. And I read it aloud - "A corny affair"! We just could not resist laughing out loud! It had corn in it and I find it difficult to resist it. We finally ordered it. It was a wonderful evening, especially having the unexpected corny affair! :)

Do you agree?

I think it is better to agree to disagree on something than to disagree to agree on something.

What do you think?

His Umbrella Queen

He waited at the bus-stand under the shade. The dark clouds were swarming above him. He wrapped his books with his raincoat. His only fear was that they would get wet. A smile grew on his face. With the books safe, he could enjoy the rains. He loved the season and refused to miss the first shower. The dark clouds finally relented as the drops grew in size and number each second. He left the shade then and got on to his bike. People around him found his action strange. They ran in for shelter as the rain started pouring while he had done the complete opposite. He plugged in the key and went down the road with a roar. He enjoyed each drop that made contact with his physical being. He weaved his way through the bicycles, the bikes, the autos and the cars - all of them moved at even a slower speed than his.

Still lost among the raindrops, he took a left turn. Unconsciously, he slowed down. It wasn’t a pothole in the middle of a road nor was it the fierce wind. He saw her blurb of black and red in the middle of the road. As he got closer, he saw her fumbling with her huge red umbrella. She was dressed in black and made quite an impression with her contrasting umbrella. He had no idea what she was doing there…….coming or going…..running or walking. He saw her give up her struggle as the umbrella refused to relent. She ran into the building on the side of the road. Without thinking, he slowed his bike till it stopped. He parked his bike on the side and followed her inside.

He stood at the door but his eyes followed her. She sat in one of the middle rows. There was a couple performing on stage. Though their dance was interesting, his eyes kept going back to her. Her gaze seemed to be straying to some dark corner. He sensed there was someone there. He watched her and didn’t realize when the dance ended. There was a loud cheer from the front row. She stood up then and started walking towards the door……… towards him. He realized he would finally have a look at her face. As she walked past him, a hesitant smile crossed her face as she waited for him to allow her to pass through the door. He watched her silently as she boarded an auto and was out of his sight in a few seconds.

A smile grew on his face.
The things that this city's rain exposes people to. To feel it, he had run in.....to the rain, to a voluntary halt, to a momentary glance, to an unforgettable encounter.

http://tza-tza-tzu.blogspot.com/2008/06/his-dancing-queen.html

Jamuns and a change

There is a Jamun tree in my house. Actually it is in my neighbour's house. But since 80% of the jamuns fall in our house, I like saying that it is in our house. I have spent 25 years of my life in this house and I remember eating jamuns from the time I was a kid. I remember my brother and I used to go and collect the jamuns, wash them under running tap water and eat them. We even used to get warnings from mummy and pappa as the jamuns usually had sand particles or some other dirt attached to it. But we didn't use to pay any attention to those warnings and enjoyed colouring our teeth and tongue purple by eating them.

We hardly collect them nowadays.

Today, two kids, Ajay and Gopal, made me recall those days. Two of them were sitting on the wall outside my house. As soon as my eyes met theirs, Gopal asked me if they could come inside and collect the jamuns. I looked at the ground full of jamuns, thought of something and invited them. But I told them not to jump from the wall but come through the gate. They came in and started collecting the jamuns. I asked them some basic questions like their name, where they lived, whether they go to school or not and the class they studied in. But they seemed to be engrossed in collecting as many fruits as their hands could hold and so I didn't question them any further. I suggested one of them to put the jamuns into their pockets and then continue collecting them again. They followed the suggestion and soon i could see a bulge hanging down the pocket of Ajay. I even got them a plastic bag in which they could keep the jamuns.

But as I stood there observing them, I could observe a change in myself. Till some years back, when such kids would climb the wall and ask us for the jamuns, we used to straightaway say no. We made sure that they left and waited for sometime to see that no one returned. However, today when the two kids asked me to come and collect the fruits, I just had to think for a second and I knew the answer. I know the answer for any such kid now onwards. It is a sign of change in me and I am happy about it.

After they left, I too bent down and tasted a few jamuns :) They still are the same, covered with sand all over but very sweet and purple from inside.

Do you know?

Do you know what you are doing?

Do you know why you are doing what you are doing?

Do you know if you really want to do what you are doing?

Do you know if you want to do something else that you are not doing?

Do you know why you want to do that something else that you are not doing?

Do you know how you can do that something else that you are not doing?

I do not.

Bang@lore

Dogs, hoardings, one ways, collegians, pulsars, stylish individuals/streets/buildings, amazing weather, tea/coffee shops, book stores etc would be the tags that one would use for Bangalore. I have been here since ten days now and have seen a lot of Bangalore (by chance :)) It is an interesting place. I would like to share some of the interesting experiences/learnings I have had here.

1. Follow the crowd. When driving in Bangalore, the best way is to follow the crowd. This will help you not getting trapped in a wrong side one-way. Because otherwise it is only after turning towards that side (that your smart, intuitive brain had suggested) you realise that you cannot go any further because the rest of the people on that road are already returning! (Find some of the most common road signs at the end of the post.)

2. Ask an autowala (at your own risk). It is useful and useless, both at the same time, to ask about a direction or a landmark to an autowala. They will say go straight and turn left. Ok. So you, an obedient soul, go straight and discover a left turn. Before you can decide whether to take a left turn or not, the vehicles behind will honk and honk and honk and you will decide not to turn left. The same thing will happen after 5 seconds that you will discover another left turn. And another. If you are lucky, there will be only one left turn. But immediately after you turn left, there will be a V and you will have to wait for another autowala to guide you. The autowalas are most of the time right. We have to go straight and turn left….but what they don’t reveal is how much straight do we need to go before we can take a left turn!

3. Let’s never eat here ever again. I have eaten at many different places in the local area here (Please do not ask me about Baristas/Pizza Huts/etc.) and can easily tell you where not to eat what. There are a plenty of restaurants in the city. But the cooks hardly know how to cook. Normally, I don’t know what the different dishes in the menu mean (apart from idli, dosa, sandwich, cutlets, bhel, bhaji pav, vada pav and a few more items). I can’t even differentiate the taste between two Punjabi vegetables (don’t tell me that even you cannot!). But still, I can tell you whether the food tastes good or not. And the experience here says, try eating the local, south Indian food, if you are really hungry. If you are not, just try and explore a few places. You will definitely find a good/reasonable place by the time you are extremely hungry. (Not to say that I didn’t like the food at all. :-l Thanks for whatever food I have digested in the past 10 days.)

4. Rain or no rain? The weather over here is simply superb. Just that it tries to fool you almost everyday. Everyday, in fact all the time it seems as if it is going to rain (heavily sometimes). But, it hardly rains. In the last 10 days, I have not seen rain more than thrice…four times maybe. But I have said, ‘Lagta hai abhi mast baarish hogi” almost everyday. This doesn’t mean that I am complaining. I like the weather in this city the most!

5. Books! Either you should know which book you want to buy or have enough time that you are ready to spare in a bookstore here. Because most of the bookstores here have a good collection of books and it’s highly likely that you will get lost in a shop full of books.

6. Kutte! Bada ajeeb sheher hai. There are just too many dogs, of different breeds, barking almost all the time (irrespective of whether its AM or PM). Average number of dogs per house in this city would be around 0.5. This means, per every two houses, you are likely to find a dog. And by per house I mean inside and not just on the road. I haven't seen any city with people so crazy about dogs. No doubt cost of living is high in this city! :)

7. Coffee shops/tea shops. This isn’t new anymore for a city. But the unique thing about Bangalore is some really good coffee/tea shops. Have been to only two of them, but both of them have been impressive. First one, Infinitea, a tea place which serves you a Variety of teas. The ambience and feel of the place will make you go there again. Second one, Indian Coffee House, a small coffee shop run by the co-op society of the workers of the coffee board of India. An old place, but extremely neat. Old posters on the walls promoting coffee written in the old font and waiters in a clean uniform with a paghdi on the head, really add charm to the place.

8. Respect Kannada. If you don’t know English but know Kannada, you will still be able to recognise any international/national brand. Whether it is Reebok, Nike, Barista, Café Coffee Day, Pizza Hut, ICICI Bank, Baskin Robins, Sony, Canon, Samsung, Compaq, Sun Microsystems, Educational Initiatives or Shivajinagar Bus Stand, you will be able to recognise it in a fraction of a second, provided your Kannada is good. I haven’t seen such kind of love and passion for the local language in any other city.

9. Tashan. It’s a highly stylish city – whether it be a car, a bike, a road, a hoarding, a showroom, a poster, a babe, not a babe, the city is full of styloos. Cool! Yeh Bangalore ka style hai re.

10. Chicks! How can I not mention them!? Did find a few here and there. But otherwise, the style market makes almost all wear the same mask and hence there is no point researching more. What you will really discover are true, pretty faces among these not-so-really pretty faces.

Most common road signs @ Bangalore -

Climax!

"TGIF!" Yes. That was what I felt on Friday, The End of an extremely exhausting week. None of the deadlines were met. Targets weren't fulfilled. But still, the satisfaction of having worked hard (in fact harder) throughout the week was somewhere floating in the mind. We had already planned to go for a movie, Aamir, on Thursday and had even bought tickets in advance. 8 pm, Fun Cinemas. Honestly, we were trying to save some money by not going on Saturday or even the last show of Friday because from that show, till the last show of Sunday, the weekend rates are applicable – Rs. 250/- and maybe more. The cost per our ticket was Rs. 140.

Initially we had decided that if the work gets over by 6.45, we would go to the famous tea place, Infinitea, just opposite the theatre. But as expected, the work didn’t get over. At 6.50 I told the boss that the work we had to complete that day was 95% done. He laughed at me saying that we should cancel the movie J I knew he was kidding. 7.15 pm, and we packed our bags and left. Having harassed some 2 3 autowalas and a few other people at the signals, we reached the Fun Cinemas. As Ekta added a person in one of the lines at the ticket counter, I stood behind and started doing what I generally like doing at such places – observing people (and chicks :)). A few married couples, a few unmarried couples, a few single men and women and a few…etc. turned up. As I was observing them, I heard Ekta’s voice, slightly louder than the normal she would have had if asking just for the ticket/show timing/total price. And so I went there. I discovered that the guy on the other side of the ticket window was slightly confused. He told Ekta to show her the SMS she had received from them, confirming the advance booking and the booking number. He entered the number and asked us if we were sure we had booked the tickets for the movie – Aamir. He told us that the comp was saying it was for the movie Mere Baap Pehle Aap and not Aamir. Ekta told him that we were sure and she even told him that we could show the email we had received from them. He invited us inside his cabin. We went in and Ekta opened her mail box. She showed him the email where it was clearly written Aamir. He told us that the 8 pm Aamir show had got cancelled from that week and was surprised that we hadn’t received any email from their side.

It appeared as if he was trying to cheat, by giving us tickets of some other movie. But then he even offered to arrange tickets for any other movie that night, even if it meant the show was houseful. It was 7.30 and the next show was only at 9.30. Ekta was sure that she didn’t want to see movie in that show and so we had the option to take 2 tickets of any other movie or cancel all the 3 tickets and get the refund. We decided to watch Sarkar Raj. He happily gave us 2 tickets. The total price of the 3 tickets was Rs. 420 (incl. of taxes). He gave us Rs. 200 back saying that the price of the 2 tickets was Rs. 220. We collected the tickets and the money and left. Now that we had met the deadline (of collecting tickets) 2 hours before time, we went to Infinitea J I must say it was an interesting place (details later).

We finished the tea/snack/chat and went back to the mall. Ekta left for home and we climbed the 4 floors to the theatre. It was 9.15. The show was supposed to start at 9.30. We went towards the screen that was going to show the film. We were a bit surprised to see not a single person outside even before 15 minutes of the show. We asked the doorkeeper the time at which the show would start. He said something in Kannada pointing towards the screen. We didn’t understand much from the way he said apart from the fact that we should rush to the screen. I literally started deoing gaalis to them as we climbed the dark stairs of the screen - “Saale 15 minute pehle chalu kar hi kaise sakte hai…ajeeb city hai!”

Seats I2, I3 – just in front of the last stair. We saw one of the seats empty but on the other one a child was sitting. I requested the child to move to his seat as that was our seat. His father just stared at me as I told him. After around 15-20 seconds he told his son to move to the seat next to him on the other side. We sat down. Big B’s dialogue indicated that Shankar (onscreen name of Abhishek Bachchan) was dead. Aishwarya’s tears were rolling down her cheeks. The scene ended soon. I found that a bit odd because in part 1 of the movie, he wasn’t dead. But then I thought that the movie would take us to a flashback. Next scene and an elderly guy, Rao sahab, entered Big B’s room and soon he was shocked to see a boy dead in that room (later we discovered that he was Rao sahab’s grandson in the movie). I don’t know what made me think that but I just shouted, “Yeh kahin climax toh nahi hai?” And Kaustubh ran outside to ask what show was going on. I just heard him shout, “Get up!” And we went out.

5 minute pehle jahan ek bhi bandaa dikh nahi raha tha, achaanak se 20-25 dikhne lage! Kaustubh just could not control his frustration and so disclosed the suspense loudly, “Abhishek Bachchan marr jaata hai end mein!” And everyone was looking at both of us. I just could not believe that. Tab pata chala ki woh bachcha, jisko uski seat pe se uthaya tha, uska baapu humein ghoor kyu raha tha. Woh bhi soch raha hoga ki gadhe hai, baithne do.

Waise bhi pata tha bore karega Sarkar Raj aur oopar se climax bhi pata chal gaya tha. I didn’t know what I would do in the 2 hour show. Anyways, will end over here by saying that –

1. Beware of doorkeepers at theatres who speak in some other language.
2. Confirm twice before entering a movie screen if you are already in time, especially if they say that movie has already started.
3. If you find someone else sitting on your seat, ask him to get up. But if he/she/they give you a surprised look for some time and then get up without saying a single word, check the timing of the show.

PS:
1. We discovered in the end that 1 movie ticket was actually worth Rs. 220 and so the total price was Rs. 440. But because of that guy’s mistake, we saw the movie in half the price!
2. Apart from some powerful performances in the movie, didn’t really like it. One thing that I will remember is a girl that I discovered while waiting outside the screen. Kehna padega! - She had an Amazing smile!

Kahin toh hogi woh

I think I heard this song for the first time last week. I heard it again yesterday and liked the serene tune of the song. That made me listen to it today again and now I am in love with the song, especially the lyrics. Sharing it here -

Film: Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na
Music: A. R. Rahman
Lyrics: Abbas Tyrewala
Playback: Rashid Ali, Vasundhara Das

Kahin toh, kahin toh, hogi woh
Duniya jahaan tu mere saath hai
Jahaan main, jahaan tu
Aur jahaan bas tere mere jazbaat hain
Hoti jahaan subah teri, palkon ki kiranon mein
Lori jahaan chaand ki, sune teri baahon mein
Jaane na kahaan woh duniya hai
Jaane na woh hai bhi ya nahin
Jahaan meri zindagi mujhse
Itni khafaa nahin
Jaane na kahaan woh duniya hai
Jaane na woh hai bhi ya nahin
Jahaan meri zindagi mujhse
Itni khafaa nahin

Saansein kho gayi hain kiski aanhon mein
Main kho gayi hoon jaane kiski baahon mein
Manzilon se rahein dhundhti chali
Aur kho gayi hai manzil kahin raahon mein

Kahin toh, kahin toh, hai nasha
Teri meri har mulaqat mein
Hothon se, hothon ko
Chumte rehte hai hum har baat pe
Kehti hain fizaa jahaan
Meri zameen aasmaan
Jahaan hai tu, meri hansi
Meri khushi, meri jaaan
Jaane na kahaan woh duniya hai
Jaane na woh hai bhi ya nahin
Jahaan meri zindagi mujhse
Itni khafaa nahin
Jaane na kahaan woh duniya hai
Jaane na woh hai bhi ya nahin
Jahaan meri zindagi mujhse
Itni khafaa nahin

Shrushti - Hai koi sawaal?

Though I was actually meeting Srushti for the first time, it didn't show up on her face when we met. In just no time we were friends and we started talking. I had a constant smile on my face as I talked to her. Even she had it but not as much as I had it :) It was already half past 11 and I realised she should go to sleep. I took her on the terrace and lifted her. I was curious to know what she was thinking!

(To make the interaction we had as close to the actual one, I am writing some parts in Hindi.)

I looked up and asked her pointing towards the stars, "Yeh itne saare dots kya hai?" She replied, "Yeh dots nahi, starrrrssss hai!" :D 4 year olds are not as dumb as we think they might be. Yes, Shrushti is a 4 year old cousin of mine who had come home :) I replied, "Par yeh stars hote kya hai?" For a fraction of a second she looked at the stars. But in another fraction she looked at me and asked, "Kyu tumhein nahi pata? Pehli baar dekh rahe ho kya?" Waah beta! Maar diya pehla chaata bahut jald hi! I said, "Haan pehli baar hi dekh raha hu. Tu bata na, yeh stars hote kya hai?" She replied, "Arey yeh woh Twinkle Twinkle little stars mein aate hai na woh hai." Le, itni si baat nahi pata thi!

Koi baat nahi. Hamari jholi mein bhi koi kam questions nahi the! Stars ke baaju mein hi clouds the. So i asked, "Achcha, aur yeh white white kya hai?" She said, "Cloudssss" I said, "Par clouds hote kya hai?" She said, "Clouds mein baarish hoti hai." I knew the reply and so responded in a flash, "Par baarish neeche kaise girti hai?" I never knew she also knew the question and responded equally fast, "Clouds hai na, upar neeche hote hai..aise aise (moving her inverted palm up and down)..aur isliye unmein se paani bahar gir jaata hai." And I just could not control my laughter. It was one of the best naive logics I had ever heard! Hats off to Shrushti!

So we moved to another corner of the terrace now. Behind our house is a huge neem tree. I pointed it out and asked her, "What is that?" She said, "Treeeeeeee" I asked her, "Achcha. Par kaisa hai na tree...Hum log kaise chal sakte hai, ghum fir sakte hai. Woh kyu nahi chalta? Woh kyu ek hi jagah khada rehta hai?" She responded, "Tree toh kitna bada hota hai. Kaise chal sakta hai? Chalne jaega toh gir nahi jaega?" My questions, which I thought could have been top scorers, got bowled out by her responses one after the other.

I just looked at her and laughed out loud! Even she did the same this time. But probably not for the same reason :) She had perhaps discovered the first fool in her life (and that too in 4 years) who was desperate to prove himself a fool by asking her questions, the answers of which she already knew!

Why the hell can't we understand such simple things - that stars toh wohi hote hai jo twinkle twinkle poem mein aate hai. Aur stars shayad bane bhi isiliye honge taaki koi poet yeh poem likh ke famous ho sake; agar koi vessel oopar neeche ho ke paani bahar gira sakta hai toh clouds kyu nahi? Why do we HAVE to maaro the evaporation/condensation fundas!? Roots pakad ke rakhta hai tree ko aisa kaun kehta hai. Woh toh waise hi bechare badnaam kiye jaate hai. Asli reason toh tree ka weight hai. Kahin chalne gaya aur gir gaya toh 10 aur logon ko le marega! Par itni baat hamare dimaag mein kahan ghusegi.

Jo bhi ho, I just can't describe the fun I had with her. Shrushti might be thinking, "Hai koi sawaal?" Par Shrushti ka, hai koi jawaab!?

Sunita

(This is an old post that I had posted somewhere else on 3/8/07. Shifting it here since I am closing that one.)

Today I planned to take some food with me and so carried some bananas. As I was taking the bag out of the dicky, she looked at me. She realized that I had something to give them and so she kept looking at me. I called her. With her came another girl.

As they came to me, I opened the bag and gave both of them a banana. The other girl asked me to give two more as she also had a brother and a sister who were at home. I told her that the banana was for her and she should eat it. The other girl was quiet and was listening to what I was saying. I went on to distribute the bananas to other people.

While I was returning, I saw the quiet girl next to her mother. Her mother had a half eaten banana in her hand and was already chewing something. It must have been only around 30 to 40 seconds by the time I came back. So the chance that the girl had the opportunity to eat the banana was very less. I knew that this would be happening with most of the kids. They were just being employed by their parents. I was a bit frustrated as I could not get the child eat the food.

While I was returning back, the girl came and stood in front of me. I could not stop myself and so just ended up asking her why didn’t she eat the banana. She gave me a smile which made me even angrier at her mother. I told her that I knew she had given it to her mother. I asked her why she didn’t eat it and why she gave it to her mother. She had no answer. She just had no answer. But, she had a very pretty smile on her face. I asked her her name and she replied, “Sunita”. I asked her where she lived and who all were there in her family. She had two sisters, one of them had got married and had a child, and they lived near the river bank. Her father was no more alive and she had also lost one sister. When asked about her mother and what she did, she said that she begs. I knew it wasn’t her mother who really begged. It was her children whom she made to beg.

I asked her what she did through out the day. Unlike our society kids, who will have a stylish answer to such a question, she didn’t know how to answer it and so kept smiling. I asked her if she went to school. She said that she didn’t go to school but her sister’s kid went to school. I asked her if she knew how to count. She didn’t! She had such a lovely smile on her face that I just could not stop myself from talking to her. I told her that next time when I go there with banana, I will see to it that she eats the banana. She didn’t even say yes to that but instead, just kept smiling. I knew what it meant. I waved my hand and said bye to her.

I realized that the only thing that these kids need is some affection. The atmosphere they grow in is too noisier to have space for care and warmth. I wish to intrude this space of theirs with a hope to make them smile for whatever little time I can!

Do you look happy in the morning?

(This post should have appeared a few months ago. Just found the note today and so posting it today. So read it as if it is some day in September '07 going on.)

IF YOU DON'T LOOK HAPPY AT 7 IN THE MORNING, YOU COULD BE FEELING SLEEPY.

5:50 AM in the morning and my alarm rings. Not because I have to get up and go for a jog or a gym or yoga but because I have to get ready and leave for a school at 7:00 AM. (Don’t laugh that to leave at 7 I get up at 5:50…I said the alarm rings. I didn’t say that I get up :)) In my entire schooling, only in 11th and 12th standard I had a morning school and that too I don’t remember how many days I actually went to the school and so I can say that jo kabhi zindagi mein nahi kiya…woh ab karna pad raha hai. But I have to say, I love going to school :)and be with the kids.

I have been going to schools here in Ahmebabad to conduct trials. Just wanted to share my experiences with kids over here, nothing technical, just – experiences with kids.

Thank God kids are not grown-ups!

Kids will have a whole lot of problems. Those problems are small and remain small. They don’t turn into major problems just because they are not grown-ups (just ask yourself what a mess you make out of a small problem in the attempt to solve it).

Lesson 1: For each and every small problem you will be called. If the machine is not on, you will be asked if it has to be put on or should they use some other machine. For every small pop-up message you will be called – whether it be serious error messages or some messages like “Congratulations. You answered 5 consecutive questions correctly.” (For the latter, its just that they, unlike us, know to share the small small joys.)

Lesson 2: They will keep asking questions and bother you even if they know the answer. They will know that the question is loading and it will come once the green status bar is filled with dots. But they will just keep calling you and ask, “Whennnnnn willllll the question come?” They are told daily that they can do it online even from home but even then they will ask, “Can I do it from home today?”

Lesson 3: They are patience-less creatures and on top of that they test our patience which is even less than theirs. They know that they have to press the button once it becomes active. But even then they will just keep clicking the button (am not sure if the button gets frustrated due to that and becomes active…ke bhai le bass…khatam kar ab! ;)). They know that you are the only opponent who has to fight against all of them but still they will keep poking you. The class has 48 students and I can bet that at any time no less than 25-30 hands are up for some or the other stupid (as in adult terminology) doubt. You will have to run from one end of the lab to the other, solve the doubt and go the next kid and they will keep shouting till you attend them. And if you miss any one of them by chance, they will say, “Sir, you never come when I call!”

Lesson 5: Those tiny cheaters (read as creatures) are very smart. One day the net was not working and I asked them to talk to me about things that they like and ones they don’t…what they want to do when they grow up and those standard stupid things (as in kids’ terminology ;)) like what do you want to become. I asked one girl in a corner to start. They were too shy and said that I should start and they would follow me. So I said ok and shared what I wanted to say. And then none of those cheaters (read as creatures :)) followed me and instead started laughing when I asked them to start :)(maybe they might have found me funny saying that I don’t want to become anything in my life…and instead I wished I could go back to school and study and enjoy like them).

Lesson 6: Be careful! They will sometimes ask you to do funny things. There’s a girl in class 6 who just keeps smiling all the time. One day I was standing besides her and she looked at me and the ceiling. The ceiling has some low parts one of which was just above my head. She looked at me and said, “Sir, can you touch that ceiling?” And I looked at her…she was smiling. I touched the ceiling with my hand and she started laughing :)

Lesson 7: Their interpretation of the surroundings (including humans and their nature) is sometimes very naïve but no doubt unarguable at times. One day the net wasn’t working in the morning and so as usual I allowed them to play games. This had happened many times before but unlike the other days, I was sitting quietly on a chair (don’t remember what was going on in my mind). One of the kids saw me sitting and asked me, “Sir, are you feeling sleepy?” I asked, “How do you know?” He said, “Because you are not happy today.” I had heard about this that kids observe very small small things about their teacher’s behaviour, but experienced it personally for the first time. They had never seen me quiet maybe.

I think I’ll stop here. From stupid requests (in adult terminology ofcourse) like “May I go to drink water/toilet” to intelligent responses like “How many more questions do I have to answer to clear this level?” all I can say is I am loving it.

The Imagination Bicycle

“Bahut accha hai. Par kuch fit nahin ho raha. Samajh mein nahin aa raha kya. But love it.”

This was the comment that I received from Apu on this pic. And it made me look at it again and see what it was about the pic that he liked. Usse bhi samajh to nahi hi aya tha :) par socha chalo try karte hai! What I vaguely remember is that the only thing that had made me click the pic was an object that was supposed to be outside, on the road; but it was inside a house. Honestly, I had not thought much while pressing the click button. But now, having received this comment, when I look back at the pic, I find many interesting things about it.

The thoughts are definitely mine, can be called fictitious and are not related to any object, living or dead. Any resemblance might just be a coincidence :) So don’t think much!

Look at the photo again. There is a house with doors open. The doors are having carvings, indicating that they are probably made of wood and are apparently pretty old. The opening into the house is pretty narrow, perhaps characteristic of the old houses. There is a pipe that is going inside the house; or probably outside (I don’t remember observing it in that detail). Chances are high that it is coming outside, from the tap somewhere inside, on the first floor (I can say that because the pipe is rising as it goes in), so that water can be sprayed outside the house (it is an old practice, followed by many people so as to keep their houses clean and cool outside). And there are a few electricity meters, looking old because of the wooden plate on which they are fixed, but are actually new, replaced by the company (I know because I have similar ones at my home).

And finally coming to the point, there is a bicycle, resting against the wall of the room. Look carefully. It is a bicycle, a means of transportation. It is supposed to be outside the house and not inside. Again look carefully. The front wheel is nicely locked with the cross metal bar so that it can’t be moved. The reason the possessor of the bicycle might have kept it inside is the fear of it getting stolen, if kept outside. Funny! Isn’t it? Not really. It somewhere depicts the condition of the human mind. Not all, but definitely some. It wants to be outside but it’s not allowed to be; just because of the fear of it getting wasted. It wants to be free, but it is kept locked most of the time; unfortunately, again due to some kind of fear. It can’t move on its own but it can definitely carry someone on it, if made effort by that someone.

Shouldn’t the bicycle be lying outside? Shouldn’t the mind be let free most of the time? Shouldn’t the bicycle be kept unlocked when it is under one's supervision? Shouldn’t our mind be allowed to imagine when we are there to consciously bring it back to the desired state? Shouldn’t we make an effort to ride the bicycle, travel and explore places? Should our mind be allowed to think, go beyond the expected reality and explore something new, something true?

Let’s ride the bicycle of imagination!

Jee! Talk!

Gmail users might be aware of these situations that I am just going to describe. This is what we do each morning – wake up, go to the loo, POL (sounds similar to LOL? Yes…Pee out Loud!) and then brush our teeth. This is analogous to what we do each morning in office - put our PCs on, login, reply to official mails and then log into Gmail! It has become a habit for us and I won’t be surprised if few years down the line we find this thing in a kid’s textbook saying ‘Daily Gmail habits’!

So why has Gmail penetrated our virtual lives so much? What do we actually do on Gmail? Keep our status available or busy and wait for people to email us? Or keep searching some or the other email all the time? Or keep emailing others all the time? I would really like to meet the person who says yes to these questions. Hardly does anyone use Gmail as an official email id given the free email ids available for each company’s employee. Then what the hell do we do there?

I think the answer lies in one of the features of Gmail, Gtalk. Let’s go back to almost where we started, slightly changing the question that we asked. What do we do once we log into Gmail? Do we check the few emails that have come in the few hours we have been offline? No! We look for the green and red buttons (with a slit :)) that appear on the left hand side of the page, showing our friends who are online. After having looked briefly at those buttons and counting them somewhere at the back of the mind, we start looking for names, in alphabetical order. We look for the certain characters, certain names and the colour of the button against their name. We wait for the colour of the buttons to change at times. We may not start talking to those having green/red buttons, or sometimes, with the ones we are expecting to have green/red buttons, but we may still keep going back, again and again to the page to check if their buttons are still coloured. And sometimes we even wait for the names to swing left and right on the minimized window of Gmail :) I find it pretty interesting!

And that’s not the only thing that we do. We do wait for some buttons to turn green/red and as soon as they do, we just can’t stop ourselves talking to them. Whether the discussions have a meaning or not is a different thing. After all, who cares! It’s the virtual adda where we meet! Right?

I am happy to be one of the users of Gmail and have the privilege of experiencing all the things mentioned above. I would really like to thank Gmail, for making the talk possible! I would have felt really lonely in this crowded world in its absence. Thanks once again!

Fly

Aeroplanes have always fascinated me. I remember looking up at the sky, looking for them every time I heard them roaring. Looking through the trees, behind tall buildings, in all directions, just to get a glimpse of it. I remember looking at the thick white trail some of them left behind and then following it till the end just to find out the one that had made it. I remember sleeping on terrace at night, staring at the dark sky with twinkling dots and then finding a flashing, moving dot, an aeroplane traveling at night. There are many sweet memories linked to the last one :)

A year back I got to board an aeroplane for the first time. And I have boarded it a few number of times after that. Of course not to say that I have stopped looking for them when they pass roaring now. The curiosity still remains the same. In fact it has increased a bit more.

The only difference is that some time back, I used to curiously look at the plane passing by and now I even look at the earth as it carries me in it. As the plane takes off, it not just carries us away from the land but also sets our brain in the zoom out mode. The people, the houses, the trees, the buildings – all, decrease in dimension as we start flying. It just gives you an amazing view of things, whether on land from which you are moving away or the sky in which you are flying.

Of the few things that I remember as I have flown a few times in the past year are –

- View of the cities, full of bright dots at night. And as the plane lands, the light sources – the street lamps, the headlights etc. which appeared initially as points, increasing in diameter and becoming full big sources, lighting everything around. The straight lines formed by the point light sources emerge as roads lighted by the street lamps. I just can't describe it in words here!

- View of the sun rising at the horizon.

- A splendid view of the clouds, looking like blobs of cotton, flooring the sky :)

- View of the plane passing through the clouds, with the clouds knocking at the windows and the body of the plane, as if asking us to allow them to enter inside :)

I still love to watch the planes from the ground and wonder if someone sitting inside could see me staring at them :)