Saturday, July 22, 2017

Gentle reminder for the day..

जहां सफाई, वहां खुदाई


Cleanliness is Godliness...



Wednesday, July 19, 2017

The Kalahari Typing School for Men - Book Review


Its hard to get a book that flows like  a gentle river and does not bore. For someone who is addicted to the pace of thrillers and murder mysteries, to be engaged with a book that does not have the pace of a Ferrari on a race track, is saying something.


The book has characters that are well developed, and you get the sense that you know them well. Asked to do a character sketch, you could easily visualise Mr. JLB Maketoni, Precious and even the young apprentice who has taken to the Lord.


The plot is simple, if one can call it that. It feels a lot like a slice out of a life that is ongoing. The reader is aware at all times that there was an eventful life before this book,  and there will be more events in these lives after the book as well. Yet there is a sense of completeness as one turns the last page. More like one has just gotten up from a very long high tea with close friends, than that one has just turned the last page on a book.


Compared to the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency, this one was a little short on the details, and there were some loose ends, which is rare for this author. For instance, how come Precious did not check up on the credentials of the rival detective agency? And how did that agency suddenly shut down? We can surmise, of course, but these are loose ends that leave the reader wondering..




Sunday, July 16, 2017

On Work Life Balance - The story of the scientist

Once, there was a scientist. He was brilliant at his work and it kept him very very busy. He was at his work all  the time - late nights, weekends, everything. This scientist spent no time with his family at all.


One day, his wife left him. He was very distraught and could not understand why. So he called her, and she told him that she had left him because he never had any time for her and the child, being forever busy with the work.
He was very sad to hear it.


After she left, he realised how hard it was to do the simple things in a house - to keep it clean, to have 3 meals on the table, to just sleep at night - alone. When he had returned from work, he had just assumed that his wife and child would be there, so when he went to sleep, he was not alone in the house. Even if he never spoke to them, he realised now how much their presence meant.


After a few days, he was very sad and lonely. It was impossible to both keep house and maintain his work. So he decided to make amends and called his wife again. He told her that he would change now, spend more time at home. That he had learnt his lesson. Could she and the child please come back?


The wife replied, "It is not what you do, my darling. Over the years, I have realised, this is who you are. It is not something you do deliberately. As a personality, you value your work above all else. If I come back, you will make efforts for a few days, but will eventually go back to being who you really are. No my dear, it is best that you live with that which matters to you - your work." And so saying, she refused to come home.


He was very sad after this talk and just could not concentrate on work. His colleague saw him sad and asked what had happened. He told him everything and then said, "The thing is, my wife is right. I am inherently like that. I do love my work above all else. But I also miss my family a lot. I don't know what to do."


The friend then said, " Let us say that you plant 2 trees at the same time. You have a limited amount of water and manure each day.  If you give all of your water and manure to one tree, it will grow big and strong and definitely taller and bigger than all other trees around it planted at the same time. But the other tree will wilt within a short time and die away. Then you cannot bring it back.


If you divide your water and manure among the 2 trees, they will both grow only moderately, you will never touch the heights that you could have touched with either, but they will both be in your garden.


This is a decision that we all have to make. If we pay no attention to the family, we can reach great heights in our careers, because our time and attention is the water and manure that we have every day. If we do work life balance, we must do so with the conscious idea that we will not win Nobel prizes in our profession so easily. But we will have a family to go home to.


Everyday, that water and manure - our time and attention, must be divided between the 2 trees. But most importantly, you must know,  that the trees are exactly the way you want them to be. It is, my friend, time for you to make a decision. If you want to rise to great heights in your career, you must abide by the decision of your wife - because she is right. And if you want your family, you must know, right now, that it will be wise to sacrifice some of your ambition. You will see some of your colleagues outshine you. And you must not regret or grudge them their success or ambition, for you have traded happily, the place on the podium for a place by the hearth. It must be a conscious decision - one that you take for yourself, and not one that is taken for you.  Your wife has taken a decision once for you. Don't let that happen again. Go home and think. "


With these words, the colleague left the scientist. The scientist came home and thought. All of that night and all of the next day he thought.
That night, he called his wife again. He spoke to her at length, and by next morning, she had come home with the child.


The scientist and his family were happy this time. They lived together for many years. Finally, the son grew up. He studied, and started earning his own living. It was then time for him to get married. He fell in love with a very smart young lady, and announced the decision to his parents. His parents welcomed the idea and the young lady into their home.


That night, the scientist took his son aside, and said, "There is something I must share with you. You do know that there are 2 pots in the garden that I always take care of myself. No matter how large the garden or how small, no gardener is allowed to touch my 2 plants. You have often asked me the secret of my fascination for those 2 plants. I will tell you today. It is not the plants. It is the pots that house those plants.


Many years ago, your mother left me because I had no time for you and her. When I pleaded with her to come back, she reminded me, that I was not busy at work so as to avoid her. This is who I was. And I would do it again. She was right, of course. Your mother always is. So one night, I brought these 2 tiny saplings home. I told her, that I was going to nurture both those plants. Every morning, I would water them the same way that I had divided my time between home and work the previous day. So if I had ignored my family for a day because of an important thing at work, I ignored the family plant entirely the next morning. On a good day, I would come home on time and spend time teaching you, asking her about her day and telling her about mine. On such a day, I would water and nurture both plants equally. On the weekends, I would not work. And then, I would not nurture or weed the work plant either.


In this way, the minute a plant starts to wilt, I will know that that aspect of my life needs attention. If one plant was not flourishing, I would know before any real harm came to my life. Over the years, those plants have been my daily reminders, companions and guides. When you get married, remember to plant such saplings, so that you and your wife always remember that a family needs attention too. That is the secret of my 2 plants, and why I wouldn't let any gardener interfere with those 2 pots."


The son was amazed to hear this. He had never imagined that 2 pots could mean so much to his father. Or to anyone. He had no idea that he really needed to work on being a family. He thought it just happened on its own. Then he reflected upon his own hours at work, and smiled. He was his father's son all right. He was going to need the 2 pots of his own.

Dard/ दर्द / Translations

दर्द 
यूँ तो 
हर भाषा में 
अपने ही तरीके से 
बयाँ होता  है 
पर एक स्तर के ऊपर 
मैंने देखा है 
कि 
दर्द का तर्जुमा 
बड़ा आसान सा हो जाता है 
चीख 
सबकी 
एक सी ही निकलती है 
और चुप्पी भी 
हर भाषा की 
समझ में आ ही जाती है ...
*******


ਪੀੜ
ਹਰ ਜ਼ੁਬਾਨ ਵਿਚ
ਵੱਖਰੀ ਜਤਾਈ ਜਾਣਦੀ ਹੈ
ਪਰ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਜਾਪਦਾ
ਜਿਦਾਂ ਇਕ ਮੁਕਾਮ ਤੋਂ ਪਰੇ
ਪੀੜ ਦਾ ਤਰਜੁਮਾ
ਸੌਖਾ ਜੇਹਾ ਹੋ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹੈ


ਚੀਖ ਤੇ ਸਬਦੀ
ਇਕੋ ਜੇਹੀ ਨਿਕਲਦੀ ਹੈ
ਤੇ ਚੁੱਪੀ ਵੀ
ਹਰ ਜ਼ੁਬਾਨ ਦੀ
ਸੋਜੀ ਪੈ ਹੀ ਜਾਂਦੀ ਹੈ / ਸਮਝ ਆ ਹੀ ਜਾਂਦੀ ਹੈ
***********
Pain
no doubt
is described differently
in every language,
but I have observed
that when it crosses a certain level
it is really easy
to translate
the expression of pain


Screams
sound the same
in every language.


And it is possible
to understand silence
in any language.
**********

Thursday, July 13, 2017

More good songs.. for posterity

Swarg Nark

My dadi had a really strange theory


कोई स्वर्ग या नर्क नहीं होता. स्वर्ग और नर्क दोनों यहीं होते हैं. हर किसी को बूढा होना है और हर किसी को मरना है. धीरे, धीरे, दर्द से मरते हुए मरना, औरों पर मोहताज होकर जीना, यही नर्क है. अपने पैरों चलते जाना, बिना बीमारी के निकलना, यही स्वर्ग है.


Now, whenever I do anything bad, the picture of dying in pain, dependant upon other people, alarms me no end. Its a very effective threat.

Saturday, July 08, 2017

We don't live in a world of circumstances

Wrote this for the Edit today of TCP - the newspaper I make my child everyday.


Thought this was relevant in more ways than one. So posting it here


How many times have you heard people complain about other people? Things? The government?
Today, give it a shot and count. Chances are, we hear complaints at least 100 times a day. With friends, from teachers, on social media, in the traffic.
Now, take another survey. How many times in a day do you hear – “I am going to change this in myself to make that better.” I haven’t heard that in ages.
When I was very young, I went to my grandfather with a complaint. He listened to me and then asked, “Very well. What are you going to do to change that?”
“Me? But I am only a little person!”
“But you are one person, and you are affected. What are you going to do to change that?”
On that day, a transformation happened. That day, I stopped complaining, and started asking the question, “What am I going to do to change that?”


Think about that around you – are you going to stop taking shortcuts to your tuition class? Are you going to start doing your homework so that the teacher doesn’t have to be rude?
We often think that we live in a world of circumstances. We don’t. We live in a world of possibilities.

Thursday, July 06, 2017

21st century parenting


How did we learn life long lessons? In moments, in one liners
and sometimes,
on long, silent walks
In an admonishment
or a forced walk ...
to a Gurudrawa
the mandatory 20 minutes of "meditation" during which
we closed eyes and
rehashed jokes to ourselves.
In a prayer
heard only once
and read many times : Make me a channel of your peace".

The children, they are doing the same things.
Our parents
threw no security blanket around us
they trusted teh goodness of strangers
And that, methinks
is the only difference.
The goodness of others
And our belief in it
Are both rare commodities
getting rarer still.

Tuesday, July 04, 2017

Identity confusion

In the halfway home
between consciousness
and lack of it
I find
a longing
for  you.


At all other times
life is good.


Are you a station
on that route?
Or are you
the final saviour
before the abyss?

Monday, July 03, 2017

more one liners

ऐ मैं  क्या सारी उम्र जलेबी के थाल से मक्खियां उड़ाती रहूंगी? - on marrying a handsome man.


आज़ादी सिर्फ मर्दो की होती है।  - Begum Jaan, on Independence Day