Ponderings of a Young Indian

Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada's Prayer before Landing in America (September 1965)

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 06:50:00 +0000

Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, the founder of ISKCON (International Society for Krishna Consciousness), landed in America in 1965. He was not sponsored by any religious organizations, nor was he greeted by followers. He had embarked on that journey as guided by his Guru.

The wikipedia page on Swami Prabhupada summarizes his achievements in the final 12 years of his life, beginning since he landed in New York - without money or supporters (He came to New York with 8 dollars in his pocket):

Circled the globe fourteen times on lecture tours that took him to six continents
Directed the founding of the Bhaktivedanta Book Trust, which claims to be the world's largest publisher of ancient and classical Vaishnava religious texts
Authored more than eighty books on Vedantic philosophy, religion, literature and culture
Watched ISKCON grow to a confederation of more than 108 temples, various institutes and farm communities

Huh?!? Sounds like a feat doesn't it? In just 12 years, he went around the globe 14 times across 6 continents, authored 80 books, and influenced the construction of 108 temples in over 11 countries? Almost a supernatural feat.

But why I am writing about this, is because his prayer caught my notice. Some time ago, I was mired by my life situations. And I landed up at an ISKCON temple as if I was being guided there (I had never been to one before, or was never specifically a Krishna devotee). For the first time in my life, I prayed into submission. When I came across Prabhupada's prayer, the one he told Krishna right before he arrived in New York, it was for me a sense of deja vu. I don't feel competent to compare myself with Prabhupada yet, but it kinda makes me believe I'm on the right track.

... as he neared his destination on the ship, the Indian freighter Jaladuta, the enormity of his intended task weighed on him. On September 13, 1965 (Again unbelievably, Today - the day I chose to write about this prayer - is the eve of the 44th Anniversary of his prayer) he wrote in his diary, "Today I have disclosed my mind to my companion, Lord Sri Krishna."

Prabhupada's Prayer:

"I do not know why You have brought me here. Now You can do whatever You like with me. But I guess You have some business here, otherwise why would You bring me to this terrible place? How will I make them understand this message of Krishna consciousness? I am very unfortunate, unqualified and most fallen. Therefore I am seeking Your benediction so that I can convince them, for I am powerless to do so on my own."

Hare Krishna.

Best Definition of Non-Confirmism

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 09:58:00 +0000

This is, by far, the best definition of Non-Confirmism I have come across. It is by a guy whose ideas I've really liked - Tim Ferriss. Tim has a path breaking book called The Four Hour Work Week, and he talks about concepts such as mini-retirements, maximum work with minimum effort and living to realize dreams rather than living to work!

I have usually been unable to explain to people what exactly I mean by non-confirmism; and that there is a certain logic to non-confirmism and it is not just for kicks. Tim Ferriss does an excellent job of explaining it in his book, and I hand it over to him...

"Most people walk down the street on their legs. Does that mean I walk down the street on my hands? Do I wear my underwear outside of my pants in the name of being different? Not usually, no. Then again, walking on my legs and keeping my thong on the inside have worked just fine thus far. I don't fix it if it isn't broken. Different is better when it is more effective or more fun. If everyone is defining a problem or solving it one way and the results are subpar, this is a good time to ask, What if I did the opposite? Don't follow a model that doesn't work. If the reciepe sucks, it doesn't matter how good a cook you are."

Why Not I Sing...

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Thu, 19 Mar 2009 10:16:00 +0000

Why not I sing the song
Quickly,
That lies in my heart,
So that I don't risk it remaining there;

Why not i sow the seed
Quickly,
That lies in my hand,
So that I don't risk it not germinating.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

I think Rashmi found this translated poem somewhere and shared it with us... the words continue to tinker my heart; just like most of Tagore does.

The Classical Cinkara Ad Rip-Off

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 15:23:00 +0000

Bank Account Bechara,

EMI Ke Bojh Ka Maara,

Isse Chaiye RBI Ka Tonic Rupaiiaaah!

:)

If you forgot to brush your teeth last night...

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Thu, 15 May 2008 13:01:00 +0000

For the first time, I am displaying a posting from someone else's website.. but its worth it. Short but powerful, this motivational message sums up a great deal in a few words.

If you forgot to brush your teeth last night, did you decide this morning to throw in the towel and never brush your teeth again? Since you're obviously a slob who doesn't have enough self- discipline to remember to brush your teeth, why bother brushing them at all if you forgot to last night?

Of course not.

So if you had ice cream for dinner last night, or didn't exercise yesterday, or gained a pound this week, don't throw in the towel! Make a healthier choice for dinner tonight by eating something lean. Go for a short walk. Weigh in again next week.

Just do NOT give up.

Lisa.

You Can Call it "Language Pollution"

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 10:53:00 +0000

INDIA AND THE UGLY RISE OF 'FRIENDLY' SWEARING IN PUBLIC

C***U!!! I heard the teenager swear loudly as he walked down the parking lot. And no, he wasn't angry; he was swearing at his friend, just out of fun and as a part of regular discussion.

B** C**D!!! This time outside a store same day evening, this other teenager on a Honda Activa swore the favourite Indian gaali at his friend who was standing about 50 meters away. And again, he was not scorning, he was simply indulging in friendly swearing.

Friendly swearing is the new in-thing. It is becoming a cult of sorts. And though friendly swearing has always been considered normal amongst friends, the habit is now showing up loudly in the social sphere. However, in its new avatar this seemingly harmless habit should be raising an alarm.

What Is Going Wrong?

Shouting out swear words in public places is extremely embarrassing for bystanders. Imagine a family unit - husband, wife and kids - moving around together, and a gang of youngsters suddenly begin to hollering swear words at each other, followed by a devilish group cackle. Can you visualize the situation? The helplessness of the adults at the sheer insult of their family's sanctity?

These days, we not only have to breathe foul air, we must also put up with foul language. Its a new type of pollution seeping through the Indian society. Call it Language Pollution!

We Need A Code of Conduct for Social Behavior

The code of conduct for social behavior should consist of the Biblical statement "Do Unto Others As You Want Them To Do Unto You".

Its funny though, that the very people who indulge in indecent swearing in public behavior, are ready to indulge in a brawl over someone else's indecent behavior. It is indeed ironical that they take up the task of policing others, whereas let themselves run amok in the society, tearing up threads of decency which bind community living together.

Why Are Teenagers Acting So Indecent?

I was discussing this problem with a very close friend of mine, and she rightly pointed out two reasons:

1. Earlier considered to be a sign of ill upbringing and low quality behavior, social swearing is now becoming part of cool behavior.

2. It is a form of power display, where the swearer gains a sense of social power by being indecent in public. (remember Munnabhai of M.B.B.S. fame? or Pakiya of Satya fame?)

What Can Be Done?

I don't really think we can stop it from happening. But to think we are helpless bystanders does not seem right either. Hence, I tried to think of ways to reverse this trend:

Parents should devote more time to their kids. One of the primary reasons why swearing was not so much the in-thing earlier, is because we were accountable to our parents who were spending a lot of loving time with us. With the advent of the dual 3 letter words - MBA and MNC - Indians are trading time with family and kids for their career enhancement. And then we claim to be smart traders. Bah! Kids can never be accountable to WeekEnd-Parents

(WeekEnd-Parent adj. A parent who is only available to the kids for a very few hours on weekends. In case of month end, weekend-parent is not available even on weekends)
Btw, I am not saying we give up our jobs and become housewives and house-husbands and full time parents. But being from the same land that bore the Great Buddha, we must be smart enough to find our own 'middle path'.
Movies, television and print media should not promote swearing and use of low quality language as cool. The 'Bhai' language, a favorite of the Indian cinema, sure has its pitfalls.
Socially swearing without concern for others' feelings is a form of apathy, rebel and a release of repressed emotions. Being pressurized to perform academically and not allowed to connect with and fulfill their natural talent causes a feeling of repression and resentment. This helplessness of the youth surfaces as aggressive, indecent behavior. It is also a way to draw people's attention to the self in a world where everyone is unknowingly feeling lonely.
If the society and education fine tunes towards helping individuals achieve their potential rather than force them into pre-defined standard-sized academically labeled boxes, I am sure that kids will develop sensitivity towards the society from a very young age.

The kids will respect a society which respects their individuality, and hence their aggression and rebellious spirit will give way to a harmonized existence with the society at large.

This is my set of socially creative ideas to counter the increasing language pollution spread by loud friendly swearing in public places. I would love to hear your experiences and comments on the same.

The Chak De! Irony

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 07:21:00 +0000

Chak De! did a chak de at all the award functions. It made a clean sweep in all categories. Best Actor, Best Director, Best This, Best That. Watching this irony brought a sly, helpless smile on my face.

It's really ironical: A film about a bunch of ambitious women wanting to make it big in hockey makes it to the headlines, becomes a crowd puller, a super-hit, and wins tons of awards. While the real bunch of ambitious women wanting to make it big in hockey pass by totally unkwown. Everyone recognizes Sagarika Ghatge (Preeti Sabarwal) or Vidya Malavde (Vidya Sharma), but none of us probably even knows the captain of the real Indian Women's Hockey Team, or its star strikers.

Ironical, that a made-up act runs in circles around the real act. The unreal becomes greater than the real. The persona surpasses the person. Boy! it sure is a damn funny world to live in.

I think it would have been great, if at the end of Chak De! India, Shahrukh would have gotten the entire Indian Women's Hockey Team for real and introduced them to the Indians. He had a big chance to create real celebrities out of them and giving Indian Women's Hockey a great fillip; and it is a big chance missed.

However, I also realized that Chak De! was not really a movie about hockey. It was a movie about aspirational (female) youngsters who are willing to stake both their relationships and their pride for pursuing their enchantment. It is this quality which creates a crowd-winning formula as it appeals to all. The main reason for this appeal is that each of us has a hidden desire to reach out for the stars, but very few of us actually manage to do so.

On the other hand, maybe the movie actually leaves us with an idea of how to actually make Indian Women's Hockey successful and the team a celebrity. If the federation succeeds in making a connection between the players and the Indian population like the movie does, it will create a new level of interest in the game. In fact, the movie is a testimonial to the fact that no one is actually interested in the game, but they are interested in the thrill of victory and in the emotional roller coaster a game takes them on.

Understanding and knowing the players as a person will provide the required emotional aptitude for enjoying the game. The players and their personal stories with interesting photoshoots must be featured in newspapers, in reality shows, in news and in advertisements. Actually, they make great material for a reality show, where the audience is taken into the lives, struggles, hopes and ambitions of each player. Later, everyone will want to watch the games of team of persons they are emotional about. When the players will know that there are a billion people emotional about their winning, guess what? They will start winning!!!

The success of Chak De! has surely shown a path to popularize not just hockey, but any game. Let the audience connect with the players off the playground, and then they will want to watch the players on the playground. Add a generous garnish of glamour to the emotions and you have the right recipe for success with the audience at large!

Chak De! Sports!!!

Woman's Day Special - 2

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 13:09:00 +0000

Behind Those Legs, Is a Woman

Click. Click. Click. Heels make such an undeniable sound as they tap against the polished granite floor of the airport. And two beautiful legs in stockings grow out of these heels, meeting the edge of a miniskirt which flirts with the eyes of every man present. Air hostesses - I wonder who came up with this beautiful idea!

The very presence of these women brightens up an otherwise boring, mundane wait at the airport with nothing to do. Dressed in colourful elegance they strut around the place, attracting wide eyed looks. Their make up is so perfect, you could click a photo of any of them on any day and directly use it for a Loreal colour cosmetic advertisement. And those legs in miniskirts and stockings, and the heels - those are the culmination of a voyeur's delight.

Last week I was traveling to Mumbai. As usual, I had a one-and-a-half-hour mundane wait at the airport. And as usual, it was time to watch the pairs of legs play peek-a-boo from behind the stockings. Suddenly, one of them slipped and fell. And in pain - She Screamed ! I jolted out of my semi-consciousness and my widened eyes focused as I came back to my senses. She had screamed!!

Yes, she was a woman. She was human. When she fell, it hurt her just like it would hurt me. Airhostess - woman - human ? Funny, I realised that connection didn't strongly exist in my brain.

Some staff came running to help her. She wasn't badly hurt, just sprained her ankle lightly. They helped her limp to the office to give her some first aid. In a few minutes, she was back in business - still limping a bit, but back in business - and headed towards the security check.

With the commotion over and the queue for a boarding pass lessened, I walked over to get mine (I hate those queues and avoid the long ones whenever possible, especially on short journeys where I don't care what seat I get). The computer system stalled right when it was my turn, so I chatted up the airline attendant at the counter. I told Akangshaa that she had a nice name and asked her what part of India was she from and what inspired her to join an airline company.

Akangshaa is from a town near Delhi. Her father was holding a clerical position in a government organisation, and her mother does part-time tailoring to support the family. The family wanted her to be on her own and so her father took a loan to fund an expensive course which leads to a career in airlines. She worked very hard and was found it hard to accustom to the new rituals of mannerisms, etiquettes and taking on a dolled-up look. She worked hard and was one of the lucky ones who actually got a placement, as most girls and boys in her batch could not secure a job with any airline even after paying hefty course fees. She dreamed of flying as no one in her family had ever flown in an airplane. But she could only secure a ground staff position and hopes to be able to become a cabin crew sometime in her life. With passing time, it might not be possible for her to do that. But she is atleast happy to work with a reputed company, have a respectable job, and even though she has to stay away from her family and work odd hours, she is able to support her family back home.

Blink! The computer system blinked back to life. My boarding pass was processed and my luggage transferred into oblivion through a conveyor belt. My security check had been announced so I went there directly and got myself a metal detector check that proved I wasn't a terrorist or didn't have any plans of blowing up or hijacking a plane. That morning as I waited in the lounge, I heard a lot of heels click and a saw a lot of shapely legs play peek-a-boo through the stockings.

But my mind wasn't on that anymore. Akangshaa had distracted me. The heels and stockings contained the aspirations of a woman I had usually missed - a woman with dreams like any other, ambitious and hard working, toiling at odd hours and staying away from her family for days at length. The glamour hides the turmoils of her heart, the mascara hides the sigh in her eyes, the clicking heels hide the whisper of her desires. Dealing with tons of obnoxious self-centered travelers everyday, she hides her scorn with a plastered smile and greets everyone with grace.

That morning in the airport departure lounge, my mind drifted from the heels, stockings and the miniskirts. I had a new realisation running through me. Behind each pair of legs, was a woman.

Women's Day Special - 1

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 13:08:00 +0000

Why I Don't Celebrate Women's Day

"You didn't wish me on Women's Day!!" She was shouting, almost scolding me. It was about 8 PM on 8th March, celebrated world wide as women's day. I hadn't wished her. And that did set me wondering.

Why, why at all hadn't I wished her? I knew it was women's day. The newspapers, the radio and the billboards all across town had been screaming it into my ears since so many days. There were conferences happening all over town to celebrate women's day. From felicitation functions to morchas against domestic violence, woman's day was in-your-face. So then, why had I not wished her - a Happy Women's Day?

I thought and I thought, and I concluded this: There Is No Celebration Happening Here!

For Heaven's sake, Women's Day is no celebration. If at all it is an event, it is a mourning event. Why?? Well, this is going to be kinda tough to explain, but I'll try.

Let me try to make a point using a negative stance.

Why don't we celebrate men's day? Simply because, we believe that men enjoy their rightful place in the society and there is no need to designate a special day in the calendar when we need to bring the focus to "men's issues". Conclusively, women must not have yet obtained their rightful place in the society and that is the reason why we need to designate a special day for them. On this day, women's issues are brought to the world's attention - issues of domestic violence, issues of inequality, issues of gender discrimination.

So what makes you think that it is a cause for celebration? To acknowledge that we still need a "Women's Day", is to acknowledge that women have yet to obtain their rightful place in the society. The day of a beautiful equality is yet to come. It's a horizon we yet need to conquer. A day when a woman is not discriminated against just because she is a woman; and that she is celebrated in her multiple roles - a mother, a sister, a daughter, a wife and a daughter-in-law. A day when the role of the feminine is accepted to be as important as the role of the masculine. A day when compassion is considered equal to strength.

That, my friends, will be a day of celebration, a day I'll gladly wish her. For now, the very existence of women's day, is a cause for mourning. And I refuse to wish any woman, a "Happy Woman's Day".

Beware: Childhood Values Die Hard

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 17:14:00 +0000

LESSONS FROM A SALT SPRINKLER

Today, I was waiting by the roadside when my eyes fell on a little kid. He seemed to be doing something. It was dusk and the light wasn't too bright, so I leaned in with narrowed eyes to make out what he was upto. He was sprinkling salt all over with a salt sprayer!

Seemingly, his parents had taken him along to a little streetside cafe. They were sitting at a table waiting for their food to come, while the little kid had picked up the salt sprayer and was sprinkling salt all over.

Now, kids are always upto such antics. But this one deserves a mention because his parents dumbly were watching him do it. No reprimanding him, no asking him not to do it... not realizing they are setting themselves up for raising a kid who probably will never become a valuable citizen.

I may sound too far fetched, but this little act of theirs is basically a signal to their kid that anything that belongs to another, need not be valued. Salt is dirt cheap, but for the kid there is no difference between salt, clothes, watches or diamonds. He is learning a dangerous lesson.

If the same thing were happening at home, would the mom and dad be so totally quiet? Would they let him sprinkle all the salt they have purchased just for play? If they wouldn't let him do that at home, why let him do that at a restaurant? Just because the salt is not chargeable?

Silly people! I presume, that they let him act the same anywhere. As long as it is not ours, son, and we won't have to pay for misuse or damage, go ahead and spoil it. This little kid might grow up to violate traffic rules, throw garbage on the streets, care a damn about the environment and have no vigor to defend a cause. He might just end up as another useless citizen like the hordes of them we already hoard, that fail to think beyond the boundary of their own home and self. Values sown in childhood go a long way. But who is going to instill them?

Not school. School is just for developing scholastic skills. They will teach them to measure the distance between Earth and Jupiter, but not teach how to measure the impact of them garbage on the streets. Not TV. TV will teach them how to run behind hollow beautiful exteriors and lower one's self esteem, and not teach how to look beyond the obvious and feel better internally. Not religion. Religion will teach them how to chant prayers and pray for miracles, and not teach them how to go out and take charge of their own destiny. So it is left to the parents to instill some values, and they too are backing off in this case. And I can be sure this is not an isolated case. Tons of parents are backing off. They spend thousands on scholastic skills, and not a penny or minute on life values.

The society needs better citizens. It is upto the parents to make sure they instill the right values in their kids. Or we will collectively, pay the price - That of a society of self contained individuals who only drain from the collective but never contribute.

Flirt Fine and Pay the Fine!

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 15:00:00 +0000

"In some places, flirting is illegal. In Little Rock, AK, an antiquated law is still on the books warning that engaging in playful banter may result in a 30-day jail term. In New York City, another outdated law mandates that men may be fined $25 for gazing lasciviously at a female; a second conviction stipulates the offender wear a pair of blinders whenever he goes out for a walk."

Huh? Interesting, isn't it??

So next time in that Karan Johar movie, he better take care when Shah Rukh latches at a girl in NY, he could end up paying $25 as a fine and end up wearing blinders!!! :)

Some archaic laws just exist for the sake of existing, and in a way I'm glad they aren't done away with. They provide so much humour in our daily humdrum life.

A (Stray Indian) Dog's Life

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Tue, 05 Feb 2008 13:31:00 +0000

This is a scene of somewhere close to my house in Ahmedabad (Gujarat), India. "Street Dogs" are an interesting concept in India. They are stray dogs who no one owns, and they live on the street. They mark their own neighborhoods and are usually fed lazy by the residents. Usually harmless, these dogs provide a funny addition to the city landscape. The only difficult moments arise when some berserk dog tries to attack the people, and that one is then rounded off by the municipality.

These dogs are lazing around on the sand in the winter sun. Totally impervious to the road they lie in peace, basking themselves to glory.

I recollect discussions I've had with friends in the USA when I used to live there, and it was almost impossible for me to explain what stray / street dogs are. The concept of having dogs owned by nobody was totally alien to them. But to me, its a way of life.

So well, this is a Dog's Life in India. Any takers???

If you're interested, you can write to one of these dogs at stray.peanuts@indianstraydogs.com :)

Eastern Open-mindedness Vs. Western Narrow-mindedness

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Tue, 29 Jan 2008 16:09:00 +0000

This is a conversation between my friend (who's settled in the US now) and I, at a restaurant in India:

Me: I wanna use the washroom

He: Me too

Me: Let's go find where it is

(We walk around, ask a couple of waiters and reach the washroom. Its just one wooden door. I open and walk inside)

Me (to He): Oh, there are two commodes here. Come in.

He (reluctantly): Well..

Me: What well? There are two commodes here, we can both relieve ourselves.

He (walks in with reluctance): Okay

(After completing the task, we walk out.)

He (Smiling now): I could never do this in the USA!

Me (I've lived in the US too): I know, they'd all think you and I are gay

He: Yea!

Me (Laughing)

He (Laughing)

No but really, the west is so narrow-minded. All the Americans can think of between two persons is the possibility of a sexual relationship or no relationship at all. This is ridiculous.

In Hindi-Urdu combine, we must have more than a score of words to describe different types of love. The makers of English language chose to give it poverty in this context. There is only one majorly used word for love – love itself.

I was discussing with a Jewish friend of mine, who had gone to a family wedding in NY and had fun dancing with all the guys without anyone concerned about 'queerdom'. He had felt sheer joy in having fun without the worries of being misjudged or misconceived.

In the east, we have a lot of fun together (again, this statement if made in the USA would refer to sexual fun – there is no other form of fun left anymore). It's about friendship, about bonding (oops! Bonding is another word one should avoid or be branded as queer). A touch from a friend goes a long way in making life warmer, better, secure.

During my first days in the US, I was told that it is almost a sin for two guys to put their arms on each other shoulders while hanging out, or even patting on the back! Now, if two guys are holding hands and walking, that could raise an eyebrow. But patting the back or putting your arm around a shoulder – these are basic gestures of human warmth. No wonder the west is full of cold people longing for a touch of human warmth... and it's not a touch on the body I am talking about, it's a touch on the heart. A touch that secures, a touch that conveys – I am there for you.

It's gone missing. Everyone's become so narrow-minded. In such times, I love my east.

The Poor Li’l Fidgeting Indian Bride

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 15:10:00 +0000

It's so funny to see the Indian bride on her wedding day and the wedding reception day (the party for all people post-wedding). She is all decked up in her best clothes and jewelry. But behold! This has made her so extremely uncomfortable. You see, girls aren't really used to wearing this much anymore. Watching her trying to balance her heavily embroidered saree is really a funny sight, unparrelled even by comedy cinema. The poor thing keeps a straight face, and constantly smiles at the sea of endless visitors, while on the other hand constantly fidgeting with her clothes and jewelry or asking her friends for help.

But hey, it's her wedding day. It's so special. Isn't she supposed to look her best? I dunno. You answer that for yourself. If you really ask yourself you'll come across these questions - look her best for whom? For what? It's a special day but why does special have to be so uncomfortable? Why are we so busy appeasing the "society" most of the time, that we forget the most important fact: finally, its we who should be having the most fun.

The poor Indian bride. In her effort to look her best and win accolades for her looks (that is all girls are judged on in weddings anyways; who, including all the other women too, cares for her character, her attitude or her ability to make a good wife), compromises on the basic sartorial comfort that would have let her enjoy her wedding in totality.

Kaun, kise?

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Wed, 23 Jan 2008 15:47:00 +0000

This is me talking to a lighted cigarette as the fire singes it downwards:

Tu Mujhe Peeti Hai..
Ki Mein Tujhe Peeta Hun?

Ye Kaisi Kashmkash Mein, Mei Rehta Hun..

Zindagi Mujhe Jeeti Hai..
Ya Mein Zindagi Jeeta Hun;

Ye Kaise Kashmkash Mein Mei Rehta Hun.

English Translation:

Do You Smoke Me..
Or Do I Smoke You?

In This Confusion, I Live..

Do You Live Me Life..
Or Do I Live You;

In This Confusion, I Live..

Invasion of the Metal Trees

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Thu, 27 Dec 2007 09:22:00 +0000

Yuck! Its a disgrace!! And worse still, people actually think they look good!!! Stupid ugly looking metal tree fountains adorn the cityscape in Ahmedabad.

These metal creatures are awful. A repulsive white stem rises lifelessly into the sky and numerous hideous stems butt out in all directions from the top of the stem. I'll be modest here to confess that the fountain doesn't look so bad at night when the water is flowing from it. But most of the day, the fountain is switched off. And even when it is switched on, the sight is nothing compared to the extremely beautiful fountains that exist all over the world.

And our municipality seems to have fallen in love with these trees. They are sprouting all over - parks, cross roads, even government offices. The restaurants and hotels also seem to have taken fancy to them and have garnished their properties with them. We are running out of the brown and green trees, and are planting lifeless ugly beings instead.

Why shall we here in Ahmedabad, always end up preferring the low taste items? Why shall we always keep ourselves away from beautiful appreciable monuments?

Will we never believe; We are worthy of better?

Too Good ??

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Wed, 26 Dec 2007 13:49:00 +0000

I realise that sometimes, unhappiness is simply the lack of problems in life. When not faced by something really challenging, there is nothing fulfilling at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel, many times, seems more fun than open skies i guess.

I am chatting with a friend and all she can do is give me 2 to 4 letter words - okay, fine, ya, will do. She has a good life really - good parents, good family, good job, good pay, good car. And i guess, thats what her problem is too. Its all just to good! Good feels good only as the light at the end of the tunnel. Once under the open skies for long, the wind loses its charm, the blue sky looks like nothing special, and the ride seems too boring.

Lets go seek a tunnel to conquer!

Men No Pause - Father at age 90 !!!

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Fri, 10 Aug 2007 17:36:00 +0000

My first hint came from watching an MTV Cribs featuring Hugh Hefner, where they guy aged 70+ years has a kid who is in his teens. So came the thought in my brain - What age until when a man is still fertile ??

I asked a Dr who told me there is age is no factor for men's fertility, only age. Well, here is a scoop I found in this thought process..

Today's newspaper talks about Nanu Ram Jogi, a 90 year old Indian whose wife bore him a baby!! And this child is indeed, his own!!

Jogi married his own daughter in law when his son died, leaving a young widow. In rural India, a young widow finds herself on the edge of being socially ostracized, and Jogi didn't want her to suffer. This act has led to him fathering a child with a girl 60 years younger to him.

Not commenting on the state of affairs in rural India pertaining to social laws, I keep myself to only happily wondering at the age of men's fertility. Hmmm.. and at 28, people are telling me I should get married and have kids asap, or it'll be too late. Is it, really, is it? :)

The Incomplete List of Indian 7 Wonders...

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Tue, 07 Aug 2007 22:19:00 +0000

How much ever stupid I find this whole exercise of voting to decide the Seven Wonders is, it still is.

So well, today were declared the results of the Indian 7 wonders voting. Surprisingly, the Indian wonder in the global list -the Taj, makes it to only No. 3. This surely shows the hidden treasures of India; the magnificent sights and structures which the world is yet unknown to. So much tourism is yet possible, so many stories are yet to be shared.

The currently voted list is:

Shravanbelagola Temple (Jain place of worship)
Golden Temple (Sikh place of worship)
Taj Mahal (Mausoleum)
Hampi (14th Century ruins)
Konark (Sun God Temple)
Nalanda (World's first residential university)
Khajuraho (Hindu and Jain temples with erotic scuplture)

And even this list of 7 Indian wonders, misses out on a tonne of wonders and magnificent structures. I think we need a state wise 7 wonders list in this country of 28 states, to atleast be able to do a tinge of justice to the magnificence that lays strewn across India.

Never can be possible to find a wonder of wonders in a wonder that is India, really!

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noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Mon, 06 Aug 2007 06:11:00 +0000

Blog widgets under test

The Temple with Silver Doors

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 13:23:00 +0000

Its a classic case of man's incessant attempts towards crossing the materialism line.

There is a lovely little temple of Lord Hanuman on my usual route to office. Until recently, it used to be sweet and calming, with a rustic look and an earthen compound surrounding it. Beautiful earthen lamps were lit every evening, and the sound of bells during aarti (prayer) would soothe the anxiety of a work day if passing by it during that hour.

And then, suddenly, one day quite recently.. God (and me) faced the tyranny of misguided values of materialism. A 'happy' devotee on the fulfillment of some prayer, spent money to get it repainted with bright white oilpaint, and replace the wooden doors with doors made out of silver! Well, it doesnt stop there. Silver doors will need theft protection, so the temple now has a paid guard all 24 hours... well.. guarding GOD!! Hmm.. not exactly God, but his "silver doors".

I have also noticed they've put some jewellery on the God.

And gone are the earthen lamps.. only to be replaced with gaudy fluorescent colorful lamps. The sweet bells have been replaced by prerecorded bells tinkle and dhol (drums) rythym and the deafening cacophony is switched on during an aarti, adding to the already troublesome noise pollution.

It cuts through my heart to see this happen. Though being one of those who visit a temple only when in need, Lord Hanuman temples have been a source of peace for me whenever I've needed it. The earthen lamps and the glow of a flickering flame, sweet tinkle of the bells, the openness.. all of these elements are so soothing. Now usually behind locked doors and under the aegis of a guard, it is not too different from visiting a jewellery store. Funny to think man can please God with gold and silver, and with oilpaints and fluorescent lights and electric cacophony, isn't it? There are such better ways to spend wealth, and to be religious *sigh*

And yes, I no longer visit that temple. I doubt if God does either.

Definition of the "Rat Race" - by Robert Kiyosaki

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Fri, 09 Mar 2007 21:11:00 +0000

"If you look at the life of the average-educated, hard-working person, there is a similar path. The child is born and goes to school. The proud parents are excited because the child excels, gets fair to good grades, and is accepted into a college. The child graduates, maybe goes on to graduate school and then does exactly as programmed: looks for a safe, secure job or career. The child finds that job, maybe as a doctor or a lawyer, or joins the Army or works for the government. Generally, the child begins to make money, credit cards start to arrive in mass, and the shopping begins, if it already hasn't.

"Having money to burn, the child goes to places where other young people just like them hang out, and they meet people, they date, and sometimes they get married. Life is wonderful now, because today, both men and women work. Two incomes are bliss. They feel successful, their future is bright, and they decide to buy a house, a car, a television, take vacations and have children. The happy bundle arrives. The demand for cash is enormous. The happy couple decides that their careers are vitally important and begin to work harder, seeking promotions and raises. The raises come, and so does another child and the need for a bigger house.

They work harder, become better employees, even more dedicated. They go back to school to get more specialized skills so they can earn more money. Maybe they take a second job. Their incomes go up, but so does the tax bracket they're in and the real estate taxes on their new large home, and their Social Security taxes, and all the other taxes. They get their large paycheck and wonder where all the money went. They buy some mutual funds and buy groceries with their credit card. The children reach 5 or 6 years of age, and the need to save for college increases as well as the need to save for their retirement. .

"That happy couple, born 35 years ago, is now trapped in the Rat Race for the rest of their working days. They work for the owners of their company, for the government paying taxes, and for the bank paying off a mortgage and credit cards.

"Then, they advise their own children to `study hard, get good grades, and find a safe job or career.' They learn nothing about money, except from those who profit from their naïveté, and work hard all their lives. The process repeats into another hard-working generation. This is the `Rat Race'."

- Robert Kiyosaki

The Billionaire and Billionaire Teacher

Excerpts from "Keramos" - by H W Longfellow

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 18:49:00 +0000

Turn, turn, my wheel? Turn round and round
Without a pause, without a sound:
So spins the flying world away!
This clay, well mixed with marl and sand,
Follows the motion of my hand;
Far some must follow, and some command,
Though all are made of clay!

Thus sang the Potter at his task
Beneath the blossoming hawthorn-tree

Turn, turn, my wheel! All things must change
To something new, to something strange;
  Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
  To-morrow be to-day.

Turn, turn, my wheel! All life is brief;
What now is bud wilt soon be leaf,
  What now is leaf will soon decay;
The wind blows east, the wind blows west;
The blue eyes in the robin's nest
Will soon have wings and beak and breast,
  And flutter and fly away.

Turn, turn, my wheel! This earthen jar
A touch can make, a touch can mar;
  And shall it to the Potter say,
What makest thou. Thou hast no hand?
As men who think to understand
A world by their Creator planned,
  Who wiser is than they.

Turn, turn, my wheel! 'T is nature's plan
The child should grow into the man,
  The man grow wrinkled, old, and gray;
In youth the heart exults and sings,
The pulses leap, the feet have wings;
In age the cricket chirps, and brings
  The harvest home of day

Turn, turn, my wheel! The human race,
Of every tongue, of every place,
  Caucasian, Coptic, or Malay,
All that inhabit this great earth,
Whatever be their rank or worth,
Are kindred and allied by birth,
  And made of the same clay.

Turn, turn, my wheel! What is begun
At daybreak must at dark be done,
  To-morrow will be another day;
To-morrow the hot furnace flame
Will search the heart and try the frame,
And stamp with honor or with shame
  These vessels made of clay.

Stop, stop, my wheel! Too soon, too soon
The noon will be the afternoon,
  Too soon to-day be yesterday;
Behind us in our path we cast
The broken potsherds of the past,
And all are ground to dust a last,
  And trodden into clay!

- In the words of immortal Longfellow.

The whole poem "Keramos" can be read here: http://www.selfknowledge.com/cphwl1c.htm

28000 - That's Ittttt !!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Mon, 26 Feb 2007 17:59:00 +0000

Just read somewhere, a human being's got about 28000 days on the planet. That calculates into about 76 years, sounds reasonable...

Calculating further.. at 30, its almost 11000 days. At 40, its almost 14000 days. At 50, its past 18000 days.....

A day seems so insignificant a measure of time in the daily humdrum of what we call life. Sleep, eat, travel thru traffic, catch up on work, maybe a friend or a lover, some cribbing and some happiness, and there ends a day. Most days, when end, leave nothing specific behind. But just 28000 of them, leave a whole life behind.. A WHOLE LIFE !!!

Just a thought...

If - by Rudyard Kipling

noreply@blogger.com (Phalgun Kumar) — Tue, 06 Feb 2007 09:02:00 +0000

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!