Thursday 27 December 2007

What can We do with the Toxic Waste?

Generate Electricity?
Yes, says Charles Q Choi.

He writes about people who work on converting dreams into reality.
Just read from him, how, here

That certainly is another incredible idea :-)

But can energy be cheaper?
Bumped into this video
as I was reading from Mr. Choi.

Sunday 16 December 2007

Do the All-nighters Corner Higher Grades?

Well, they don't, says this article.
In the middle of another hectic season of exams, that's interesting reading.

Wednesday 21 November 2007

Monday 5 November 2007

The End of Civilization?!

Are you a girl who's into online socializing?
Just watch this video
Beware, be alert....
The psychopaths talk in the sweetest tongue.....

If this is what the 'generation next' has to offer, the doomsday is not far away!

Thursday 4 October 2007

Down and Out? Have an Apple....

Down and out in life and work?
Badly in need of a heavy dose of inspiration?
I found few tonnes of it,

here

Thursday 27 September 2007

Mass of Weapons of Destruction

Heard of Communism, and terrorism;
and state sponsored terrorism and,
also about weapons of mass destruction.

But what about Community Sponsored Terrorism;
using mass of weapons of slow & steady destruction?!

If not,

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Wednesday 19 September 2007

Happy Birth Day; Dear :-)


Happy B'Day, Dear :-)

You made the e-life beautiful with your simple elegance

Wednesday 5 September 2007

Speechless....

At the beginning of the Indian innings today the expert panel at our home (myself & Amma) had concluded that India would win the game if it's gonna be Robin Uthappa's day :-)

Hats off young man......

You've got a cool head on those young shoulders.....

And you left us speechless in the end :-)

Sunday 2 September 2007

The 'gods' must be plural in "god's own country"

We market ourselves to the world as the people of the 'God's Own Country'. Living in a pluralistic society, we have so many different ways and means of attaining heaven when we are dead. Deeply religious 'men of God' competing with one another to bribe their tribe unto their heaven. But all of us agree on who'll be sent to the hell, and hell seems to the common factor for the differing beliefs!
Great family..the guy was younger than me,....truth be told I felt jealous of him...But alas..... they're no more. If there is Someone up there in the skies, He seems to summon those dearer to Him early.

But wait, the young mama and her little ones were sent to separate heavens....by the God's own men ruling His kingdom on the earth. What bothers the hell out of me is that the perpetrators will be going together, hand in hand, to the same place, when they're dead for good........the same common hell.

The 'gods' must be plural in "god's own country"!

Friday 31 August 2007

Birthday Brickbats

Sometime back I had invited one of my very best friends, one of the most creative writers I had known in my life, to the 'blog world'. She refused stating that the blogs are for people who brag about themselves. So to prove her wrong I thought of writing about the brickbats I had received over the previous year instead of boasting about the bonquets, since earlier in the day I turned 34, as per the Malayalam calendar.

So the biggest mentionable 'compliment' I had during the previous year had come from my previous boss.....who went around telling people that I was a 'terrorist'.

Thanks very much Sir, for you had equated me with the other bearded men who had terrorised men like you....such as....
The one Who terrorized the rich & affluent, the Greatest 'Terrorist'

The One Who terrorized the Oppressors, the Legendary 'Terrorist'

And the one who terrorized the exploiters, the Ultimate 'Terrorist'

In spite of my far far inferior status, I'll strive hard to live up to your expectations; Sir :-)

But it's my life, you better don't mess with it......

Sunday 26 August 2007

Real Men Don't Cry.....

August, of late has become a month of angst, for it adds another year to my age column…so, ..on what else to post this August other than on ‘tears’?!

Sometime back I happened to read a blog through Deepak titled “Sharmila Mary Joseph cried, Don’t Cry!

Sharmila Mary Joseph was a highly respected senior student from our school days; an outstanding student who used to top every exam that she wrote and a formidable presence at inter institutional competitions where intelligence mattered. But I doubt whether it was an intelligent move on her part to opt for Indian 'Administrator’s' Service; a legacy of the Raj that we had failed to get rid off. Any way, I’m not the one to pass comment on such complex questions. What bothered me was the author’s sarcastic symbolism about her tears in public. Well…..women had cried throughout mankind’s history…..often using those tears as powerful weapons……to look at those tears and think that it’s a sign of weakness…well, better learn it from experience, I’m not an expert on women and their ways and that, in any case, wasn’t the reason for my uneasiness too. What ruffled me was the apparent suggestion that the real men don’t cry!

Since then I was thinking of posting something on it …. But I was on two minds about writing on the topic……I lacked the guts to post, to tell the truth! Then one day this past week I saw the movie ‘AKG’ in the company of Amma and Deepak himself and then ……and then I fell ill……

As I was bed ridden, the thought reemerged from the back burner……do real men cry? Are the tears a sign of weakness? Some images from the past flashed across my mind……the tears of the victor and smile of the vanquished after a bitterly fought election to the school parliament in one of Kerala’s most politically conscious and potentially violent school campuses…..the final speech of the comrade, laced with tears on a cloudy evening inside the indoor stadium of one of the state’s most prestigious professional colleges ……the colleague who was left sobbing alone in the face of a most vicious and fanatical onslaught, by a group of pseudo-Marxists with foolish expressions on their faces……

A. K. Gopalan was one of the earliest heroes introduced to me by my parents. I vividly recall that one of the earliest books I had was a picture book on the life of the ‘Commander of the Poor’. And ‘AKG’ provided me with the guts to go ahead with this post……it was almost as if I heard him say “Go ahead, with courage”…..may be in a moment of fever induced frenzy… And I can ask anyone who might laugh at me to go and see the movie. The legendary Communist leader, perhaps the most militant and ferocious of the triumvirate who were the pillars of the Communist movement in Kerala, had publicly cried on quite a few occasions, so says the movie. At one particular instant, in the movie, he even agreed with his wife who had said that those who couldn't cry could not be real comrades.

But…….. Do real men really cry?!

Then I tried to look elsewhere…..to have an answer …..Along came that unparalleled master of Malayalam prose, M.T. and his depiction of another of my childhood heroes. The legendary warrior whose dialogues were the favorites as we fought pitched battles at home, among us brothers during our eventful childhood. The ruthless wrestler, who tore Jarasandha into two, crushed the mighty Keechaka’s bones and destroyed the Kauravas, had cried too, more than once, in the Mahabharata. But I remember this one from ‘Randamoozham’, better. Don’t know how good a translator I am…..it went something like this…

As I stood alone in that silence of the darkness outside the barracks, for the first time in my life a feeling of immense grief over some one dead began to grow in my mind. I stood alone in the path the two of us used to take together on our return from the battlefield each day. The glow in his eyes as he smiled......the affectionate tone while he addressed me as 'Big Daddy'.........my eyes moistened as I recalled that........but no, the mighty Bhimasenan should not cry.....instead of going to my tent, I walked towards the battlefield .....”

But……. can mighty men afford to cry?!

And then………I had a glimpse at my reading of world history……. Perhaps the most feared and powerful President of the United States' history, the ruthless General who butchered the British soldiers at the Battle of New Orleans, the unwavering giant with the nerves of steel who had so badly beaten up the man who fired at him from point blank range with his cane, prompting his aides to restrain him and rescue and hospitalize prospective assassin, the street fighter who had been wounded so frequently in duels and carried so many bullets in his body that it was said he "rattled like a bag of marbles", when he walked, the orphan boy who fought his way up in life, who was not amused as his rivals wrote in their News Papers that he was the son of a common prostitute brought to the New World by the British soldiers; was reduced to tears as his aides brought the news papers carrying headlines deriding his beloved wife as a convicted adulteress, after he had announced his intention to be a candidate for Presidency.

But……can tough men afford to shed tears in public?!

Then …. a flash from the 20th century history…… can’t recall where I had read that one of the most powerful men ever to walk on the earth's surface, the man whose adopted surname meant ‘man of steel’, had tears in his eyes when bidding good bye to one of his best friends who was leaving Moscow to take over as the Vice President of a newly independent nation……India!

But……can strong men get emotional in public?!

And finally….. from sports, since that’s from where more heroes hail these days….One of the toughest men to face across the net on a tennis court, the man who used to go ahead with his task without the slightest sign of emotion on his face, the man nicknamed ‘Pistol Pete’ for his bullet like serve…..Pete Sampras was about to fire another of those ‘pellets’, when someone in the crowd shouted something like “do it for Tim, Pete”…..and the ball dipped onto his body as he wept like a child for his beloved coach who was flown home earlier in the day after suffering a stroke.

Sports Videos, News, Blogs


But…..don’t real men always keep their emotions under the lid?!

No, no….real men don’t cry….tears are not for them.........

Monday 30 July 2007

And Oscar must go to....

"You're not disabled by the disabilities you have, you are able by the abilities you have."
Oscar Pistorius

The most contentious issue in international sports these days is neither performance enhancing drugs nor match fixing. It involves the arguments over a young athlete’s participation in the Beijing Olympics of 2008.And the big question is whether a man with no legs should be allowed to compete with able bodied athletes, and probably beat them to the tape in the sprint events! The athlete involved is 20 year old South African Oscar Pistorius, "the fastest man on no legs", a double amputee who runs with the aid of carbon fibre legs named cheetahs. These artificial lower legs, while enabling him to compete, have also generated doubts that he has an unfair advantage over other runners!


Oscar Leonard Carl Pistorius was born without fibulae in both legs due to a congenital condition and his legs were amputated halfway between his knees and ankles when he was just 11 months old. Despite his physical condition however, the brave young boy had the heart of a sports man right from his school days. As a school boy he played rugby union, water polo and tennis. He also tried his hands at wrestling. After a serious rugby knee injury, he was introduced to athletics in January 2004 while undergoing rehabilitation, and never looked back.

IAAF has recently amended its competition rules to ban the use of "any technical device that incorporates springs, wheels or any other element that provides a user with an advantage over another athlete not using such a device". It claimed that the amendment was not specifically aimed at Pistorius, and his track performances are monitored using high-definition cameras to determine whether he actually has an advantage.

The most recent case with a parallel, coming to mind is that of Muthaiah Muralidharan. But Murali was not the first big star suspected of gaining an advantage from a deformity. Years ago a small boy born in a poor neighborhood in Rio de Janeiro was stricken by polio at the age of two. The doctors ruled that he may never walk. Not only did he walk, he also learned to out run his childhood play mates on those crippled legs and soon took to soccer as any kid in Brazil would do. The short boy nick named ‘the little bird’ went on to become one of the greatest stars of Brazilian soccer. But as a star he was also the subject of research as well as ridicule. His exploits on the soccer field were scrutinized and were the topic of research in an age when bio-mechanics was still in its infancy. His ‘banana’ kicks and the way he send the defenders on the wrong paths with his dribbles on the close encounters were all attributed to his bent legs. Some skeptics had even said that the greatest dribbler in soccer history might not have been aware of the path the ball would be going when he kicked it. To them Manuel Francisco dos Santos might never have been the legend that he was had it not been for his bent left leg!

And the great Indian leg spinner Bhagwat Chandrasekhar was similarly ridiculed about his polio afflicted right arm. Experts used to comment that Chandra knew nothing about what the ball would do once he had released it from his fingers. His astonishing strike rate in test cricket and his unplayable deliveries were aided by the deformity,according to them.

But unlike the great men mentioned above, Oscar Pistorius has a deformity which requires artificial limbs to enable him to compete. He affirms that his prosthetics do not give him an unfair advantage and lists the disadvantages that he faces, such as rain, which leaves traction hard to attain, wind, which blows the devices sideways, and the fact that he needs more energy to start running than others. Professor Robert Gailey of the University of Miami opines that the cheetahs, the artificial legs, return only 80% of the energy they absorb, about a third of what an organic leg returns. Pistorius has said that if the IAAF ever found evidence that he was gaining an advantage, he would stop running because he would not want to compete at a top level if he had an unfair advantage.

But do the bodies governing the international sports really ensure a level playing field for all athletes? Isn’t it a fact that the sports persons from the developed countries have access to technologies that give them a head start in any competitive sport? Have they closely verified how the Americans and the Chinese are able to sweep a major share of the medals up for grab in the Olympics? Is it purely sporting abilities alone that ensure their phenomenal success rate?

Many athletes who take part in the Paralympics were regular sportspersons whose disabilities were the result of some tragic accident in their adult life. But here we have a young man whose legs were amputated when he was just a toddler. If he had come this far from such a condition, he must be a real fighter with the heart of a true sportsman. Imagine the influence he can make on the lives of so many ‘differently-abled’ children across the world. That alone should be reason enough to allow him to run in the regular Olympics.

Sunday 8 July 2007

The Woman President, Stray Dogs and the lot of the Girl Child

India, in all probability, is about to get its first woman Head of State. A lady with a hyphenated surname-something even Hillary Clinton couldn’t afford; a former beauty contest winner and once a champion Table Tennis player. Social commentators mention it as a significant step in the emancipation of Indian women although a few skeptics view it as a first step towards the empowerment of another woman.

A dog digging at the ground desperately aroused the curiosity of a few passers-by in the outskirts of Utkoor, a small town in Andhra Pradesh’s Mahabubnagar district, this past week. They were shocked to find a little hand sticking out, as if seeking a helping hand to lift it! They dug out a baby girl, barely two days old and rushed her to the nearby hospital. The police had taken into custody, her grand parents and ‘eighteen year old mother!’ whose husband had migrated to neighboring Maharashtra in search of work.

May be, if she survives, she'll one day grow up and become another beauty queen or a champion sports person or a President or another teen aged Mother.....

But killing of stray dogs could seriously jeopardize the lot of the Indian women.....

Thursday 28 June 2007

Atlantis is back....

Last saturday, NASA's STS-117 mission involving the Space Shuttle Atlantis returned to earth successfully, bringing home the record-breaking Sunita Williams and six other astronauts. A section of the thermal blanket, which protects part of the shuttle from the blazing heat of re-entry, had peeled back from its left engine pod mount during the launch, rekindling the memories of Columbia disaster. Space walker Danny Olivas secured the torn blanket with medical staples and pins. An initial inspection found a slight gap between the blanket and the surrounding heat tiles after landing, but the anchor pins were still in place.

Hats off to Danny Olivas and the NASA.

But who ensured that the pins wouldn't give way?

Here they are;




Whatever we do, let's do it with dedication and devotion as these little ones demonstrate :-)

Saturday 16 June 2007

When I Surprised Myself!

The Smiles From My Shelf [3]

It's quite some time since my last post on this topic. Not that I had run out of 'Smiles' to post, perhaps I was not in the mood for a smile, or to write about one.

One day this past week as I was driving to college I saw a colleague and stopped my car by the side of the road. In another couple of minutes I heard a screeching noise followed by a thud at the rear. On looking back I saw a young man on his bike, struggling to move his vehicle away from the back of mine, his head bowed in apparent embarassment. I sat on in the car without bothering to get down to check the extent of damage he had caused. He slowly and hesitantly moved his bike to my side. With no words spoken and without raising his head he smiled at me through the corners of his eyes, a guilty smile.

And for once I managed to 'retaliate' with a broader smile, albeit with a tinge of reprehension!

Now that surprised me for I had never thought of myself as someone capable of doing that.....

Signs of aging and disinterest?!

Friday 8 June 2007

Of Farmer Stars and the 'Star's of the Farmers….

A couple of months back I had come across a news paper article about the plight of cotton farmers in Maharashtra. It explained how at a time when the Indian textile industry was struggling in the international market, at the behest of the Government, the farmers had agreed to supply the cotton at lower prices in order to allow the industry to sustain itself and recover. But the clever ‘blue chip men’ managing the companies misled the farmers and they continued to supply the cotton far below the market prices long after the crisis blew over. As the leeches grew fat, the farmers began falling into debt traps. And finally when the death punch was delivered by the Mother Nature in the form of drought and pests, resulting in huge losses, the fat pigs chose to look the other way! And one by one the poor farmers chose a glorious exit instead of going out with a begging bowl.

In the recent past, the actions of two ‘arrogant’ CMs from the North and the South of the country had made life difficult for two of India’s popular personalities, one a ‘multi-mega’ star and the other a ‘mega’ star. They did no wrong, just decided to make a living as Gandhiji had advised. They saw immense pride in declaring themselves as farmers and so thought of owning some farm land. But these ‘rampaging’ CMs had other ideas. They ‘went out of their way’ to grab the lands owned by these ‘poor farmers’! Don’t they know about the contributions of these two men who over the years, through their distinctly masculine voices, exhorted people to fight corruption, exploitation, nepotism, injustice and what not?!

P Sainath is one of my favorite journalists. He had come up with another ‘op-ed’ on the topic in The Hindu last month. It told the story of Ms. KALAVATI BANDURKAR, the mother of seven girls and two boys in Jalka village of Yavatmal district in Vidharbha. One of over a lakh of women farmers across the country, who had lost their husbands to farm suicides in the past 14 years.

Her husband's debt of over Rs.50000/- led him mortgage even her mangalsutra. But their nine acres yielded just four quintals that fetched Rs.7000/-. The day he sold his cotton, he redeemed his wife's mangalsutra with the money, went out to the field and killed himself. Kalavati, always a fighter, decided to carry on. "Farming is what we do," she says, as per the report, without a trace of self-pity. "We'll keep on doing it." She now runs a failing nine-acre farm and also works on the land of others for Rs.30 a day. In the off-season she earns just Rs.20 from fetching and selling firewood. Her last source of income is the milk from a buffalo she owns, Rs.60-80 a day and sometimes a little more. On these earnings, some ten human beings survive. Right now they sell all the milk. Even the kids at home don't get to consume a drop of it. She had worked hard and paid off most of her husband’s debts.

And this ever-smiling, matter-of-fact grandmother never got a paisa's compensation from government! The reason: the land they cultivate is not their own but leased from others!! So when her husband Parsuram, hit by debt and crop failure, took his life, his death was not recognized as a "farmer's suicide". The official logic: if there's no land in his name, he's not a farmer!!! She's annoyed at not being recognized as a farmer and thereby losing out on the compensation. "We do own 3.5 acres in Chandrapur district," she says. "But that land is still in our parents' names and has not yet been settled in our names." So technically, they are not ‘farmers’!

Please note the irony,……. the status so easily acquired by the Farmer Stars!

She pays only Rs.10,000/- a year to lease the nine acres, an indication of the poor quality of the land. It's hard work, but Kalavati has no complaints. What bothers her is that the costs of inputs are rising too much. “No more cotton for us. We have to do something else.” she says. Despite the hardships, it's said to be a smiling if very noisy household ruled by lively youngsters.

Ms. Kalavati Bandurkar is one survivor who asserts that she would like her children too, to go into agriculture. This is a rarity in our countrysides these days where people desperately seek jobs outside farming for their young. But she's already planning for the next season. "We'll stay with agriculture" she reiterates.

While emphasizing that nature had provided sufficient gifts for use of all man kind and the other species, Mahatma Gandhi had stated that there was enough for the satisfaction of every man's need, but not for any man's greed.

The vast wealth of our nation & the planet as a whole, generated due to the rapid strides in technology, science and engineering over the last few decades should be more than enough for all of us. But the structures of power within nations and between nations continue to reward the few at the very top while penalizing the majority at the bottom of the pile.

There is a saying that we tend to imitate the very people whom we criticize most. So why blame the 'super heroes' who had to teach a lesson or two to a variety of villains for the most part of their lives?


Saturday 2 June 2007

Die Entropie der India strebt einem Maximum zu

The Entropy of India Tends Towards a Maximum

I pity the plight of Rajastan’s ramp walking CM, reaping what her party sowed. But I feel that the political parties of left, right and centre should take a serious note of the happenings in Rajastan instead of trying to fish in troubled waters for the issue has the potential to spread to the other parts of the nation. India was never a united country, although we often use ‘sugar coated’ phrases like unity in diversity. Our biggest chance at national integration was provided by the British. But once we got our freedom, the people who came to power and those who clamored for it began the process of ‘disintegration’, by dividing people to meet their narrow interests.

We are of course ‘unique’ and to the outside world India had always remained a puzzle. When our ‘growth rate’ is said to be 9.5% on one side, more and more communities in India take to the roads demanding ‘backward status’ and those who are already ‘enjoying’ the status either oppose these demands or seek to be classified as ‘most backward’. So the not so informed people in China or Europe will be wondering if India’s progress is in the ‘backward’ direction!

The situation has come to such a state that, the MPs and MLAs of ‘cadre-based’ national parties offer to resign en masse to show solidarity with their communities, A a direct fall out of giving priority to caste and communal considerations over leadership skills and loyalty to the ideologies of the party. Of course, I doubt whether any political party in India follow an ideology these days.

Sometime back one of my friends, who is a follower of a certain religious cult, had mentioned the ‘end of the world’ during a conversation. Out of my curiosity I asked him how it will happen, the apocalypse. He declared that while the rest of the world will be destroyed by a nuclear war, in India the same will be ‘achieved’ by the communal strife. By mere coincidence the cult has its head quarters in Rajastan! I had dismissed it as a joke then. But now, as an old fashioned Indian, I feel concerned about the future of my motherland. And I prefer the death in the Nuclear War to the latter. If our political parties have even a handful of people who can see the dangers lurking behind the games they play, they should take the lead in correcting the course we as a nation had taken.

But what can be done?!

Years ago a visionary, a man of steel whom even Stalin dared not to touch, dreamt of uniting his feuding people under a single nation. But a few years after Josip Broz Tito faded into history those who succeeded him managed to bring down his dream.

In one of the saddest stories I had read about it at the time, one little boy stood at the doors of his house, tears rolling down his cheek, and waved good bye to his Father one last time…..no his Father didn’t die in the civil war…….. he was walking away on the orders of the local militia, himself holding back tears, into the ‘Muslim Areas’ in Bosnia……for the sake of his son and wife, who happened to be a Croat. The next day the little boy accompanied his maternal Grand Father to the local authorities to officially change his surname from the Muslim one of his Father to the Croat one of his Grand Father…

How easy is it…… to wipe away the relationships?!……

Marshall Tito used to have a close associate…..a certain Pt. Nehru……..

And he too was a dreamer…..

Although I can’t agree with the kind of politics practiced by Ms Scindhia, unlike her detractors from within and outside her party I sincerely hope that she’ll find a way out of the present mess.

Tuesday 8 May 2007

Matsya, Kurma, Varaho, Narahari……..

I’m a great fan of Lord Narayana, the Lord of ‘Stiti’, the sustenance as per the Hindu myth.

This devotion was implanted by the stories told by my dearest Grand Mother at a young age. I still remember listening to her vast repertoire of stories from the mythology, in wide eyed and open mouthed astonishment, as she was engaged in her daily chores. Hailing from a conservative family of traditional ‘temple dwellers’, my ‘Ammamma’ could quote at will from any major text of mythology.

And coming back to Lord Narayana, this Lord appeared to me to be friendlier than Brahma, the Lord of ‘Srishti’ and less fearsome than the Lord of ‘Samhara’ Shiva.

And he had that special skill to adapt to any situation ……

Let’s take a look at the evolution of His Dashavataras

In the beginning when the earth was full of water, He assumed the role of Matsya, to float along the infinite oceans…..

As the oceans dried up in certain regions and the land was revealed, He became Kurma and set out to explore the land.

When the vegetations and greater land area was required to be explored, He changed to Varaha, to roam around far more conveniently……..

Then He rose on two legs and became Narasimha……

When he realized that there was no point in having brute strength alone, He assumed the role of a full man, Vamana.

Then He set out to establish the Brahmin domination in the role of Bhargava.

After the Kshatriyas were badly mauled by the campaigns of Parashurama, He crossed over and became Shri Rama and showed Parashurama the way out.

And then ………

…………..then he saw the power shifting to the backward classes………

Centuries before Mulayam Singh and Lalu Prasad established their fiefdoms across the cow belt, the younger brother of a Yadava Chieftain had declared in the Mahabharata that in the entire Aryavarta, there was no one to rival the Yadavas and we know how the manipulative brilliance of Lord Krishna led to the systematic decimation of each of His formidable rivals.

Going by that trend, where will the Khalgi rise?

My wild guess is that in all probability it’ll be in an Adivasi family :-)

Thursday 3 May 2007

In Defence of Ahmedinejad?!

The fall had taken its toll……

If the scars were not apparent,

It was b’cos they overlapped with the previous ones…

It required something extraordinarily outrageous to shock me back to my senses…

…….to force me back into writing…

Mahmoud Ahmedinejad might never have been someone on whose defense I could write, but for this…

India, Italy, Istanbul or Iran. ……….the fanatics across religions speak in the same perverted tone…

But can any one stoop this low?!

The only time these days, I feel like a naughty little boy is when I occasionally visit a friend’s house where my Primary School Teacher will be sitting in his easy chair on the Verandah. There, for once, I forget my manliness. In spite of the balding pate, the long beard and my social stature, I find myself being reduced to a bundle of nerves. And my Primary School Teachers are the ones who command the greatest respect as a group, if not as individuals in my life. The innumerable stories they had told us, the myriads of things that they introduced to us for the first time in our life, the excursions they had taken us to, the gifts they had bought for us on those trips spending money from their pockets, I still remember some of my class mates standing up and crying when one of our favorite Teachers was transferred.

In most countries the primary education is not yet given the due importance and the primary school Teachers are lowly paid. And their biggest satisfaction and reward is when they see their favorite students climb up in life. I had always noticed the glow in their eyes whenever I paid a visit to them to convey and share some major happy incident in my life. They seemed to me to be happier than myself at times.

And coming back to what shocked me into this post.

This morning as I lifted the news paper, I saw another stricture for the embattled Iranian President from his godfathers. This time on Teachers’ Day he committed an “indecent act” of kissing the hand of a woman in public. He didn’t stop there; he went on to embrace her!

How outrageous?!

This is for the first time in Iran’s history since the Islamic Revolution of 1979 that such an act was committed by an official of the state, let alone the President, in full public glare.

Some sympathizer of the President tries to downplay the incident by stating that the Woman, a Primary School Teacher, who is over 70, became emotional after receiving the award from her former pupil, and made the first approach bringing the President into a difficult position as he either had to reject her or give into shaking her hand.

Ahmedinejad, in spite of all his tough talk, seems to me to be emotionally unfit for Politics. And I thought the expression in his face, for once, resembled that of a little child.

If you haven’t seen the picture in The Hindu, take a look here

What would have been your reaction, if you were in the Iranian President’s shoes?

Wednesday 4 April 2007

The Fall.................

When is it that a man finds himself as weak as a wingless butterfly?
When is it that he feels like smiling at the ants biting at his flesh?
When is it that he finds himself ill at ease with the pounding of his unruly heart?
When is it that he feels the chill within even on the hot summer nights?
And when is it that he goes out of his way and act like a clown?
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Well it seems that it's just before the fall.......................
.............................................the fall from grace.
Let me go down with a smile.........

Tuesday 20 March 2007

One heard from the Subhashitam.......

In spite of the invasion of the visual media, I’ve remained loyal to my Radio. It continues to air more thought provoking programmes than the visual media. One of my favorites from the radio is the early morning ‘Subhashitam’ of the AIR. Many learned scholars and noble men used to enlighten me and influence my thinking on a variety of topics connected with life at large with their talks on this programme. Often they’ll quote from a text and explain the context and sometimes they also talk on little incidents from the real life.

So here is some thing I heard recently….

It was touching, I felt; please take a look…..

Somewhere in South India, place is irrelevant, a sports meet was on, for children.

There were children from different regions and religions, castes and states and the various echelons of the society.

During a sprint event a little child fell down in the middle of the race and began crying aloud.
Hearing the cry those who were running ahead stopped and looked at each other. Then, to the surprise and discomfort of the judges, all of them began walking back, towards the child who fell down. One of the children lifted the crying child; another cleared the dust from its legs and third wiped away the tears from its face. Soon they were all on their feet holding each other’s hands and together they began walking towards the finish line, each of them spotting the beaming smile of a winner.

The incident mentioned lights up my hope……

What do you think of it?

…..but…….

there is a minor technical problem……..

the event was for the children…..

……who were mentally challenged……….

Saturday 10 March 2007

The Smile of Singapore

The Smiles From My Shelf [2]

About half a dozen readers conveyed that they had smiled at my first post on the topic. That's nearly 40% of my readership, and that I suppose is reason enough for this post, my second on the same, :-)

Some years back, I had been to Singapore, again to satisfy my wander lust. After walking around the major landmarks, in the city state for a whole day we, my brother and I, came to a halt on a bench by the side of Orchard Road. A girl, apparently in her pre-teens was sitting on the adjacent bench. She had a very small nose; her eyes were just two dots and added to that they were squinted. She could never have been branded beautiful, had beauty not been in the eyes of the beholder.

She held a small shopping bag, probably a gift from her dad, who had gone to the parking yard to fetch his car and she was relishing her chocolate. She was also smiling throughout, a contented smile. But she was restless for some reason, even at that moment of apparent happiness and was eyeing us from time to time, as we sat staring at the map.

Finally she broke free and gave us a big and beautiful smile and she asked us, “Do you want help?”!!!

With children like her as the future citizens, Singapore will continue to smile its way to success.

Wednesday 7 March 2007

The Post on Sports Photographs, A Clarification

Regarding my post on the sports photographs, many readers wrote in expressing their interest in taking a look at those photographs. I had checked to see if they were available on the net, but couldn’t find them. I had typed them down from memory, may be the ones seen in some news papers or magazines long back. Just for the information of the readers, I’ll mention the details about those photographs. Let me know if you find them some where.

The first one was of the man who used to 'move like a butterfly and sting like a bee’; Mohammed Ali, the greatest of them all, struggling to light the lamp at Atlanta in front of Bill Clinton. The second was that of the legendary Brazilian soccer star Garrincha, still the greatest for many a cabbie in Rio, who died of alcohol poisoning in 1983 returning to his nation just before his death at the fag end of a life that went wrong, out side the soccer field. The third was that of Pakistan captain Wasim Akram, ignored and isolated by his team mates in the middle of a series after a Waqar Younis led rebellion against him. And the final one was that of the Formula One legend Alain Prost carrying the coffin of the man who once threatened to break all the records standing in his name, Ayrton Senna.

Friday 2 March 2007

On O’Toole missing the Oscar yet again and its Impact on My Life……

It was yet another ‘so near, yet so far’ experience for the versatile Irish actor Peter O’Toole when the 79th Annual Academy Awards were announced.

In 1993, when the Academy of Motion Picture of Arts & Sciences offered him a ‘Lifetime Achievement’ Oscar, he told them to wait till he was 80 for he was “still in the game and might yet win the bugger outright”! The Irish optimism, they call it.

But for the eighth time, the 74 year old veteran ended up being the ‘Best Man’. Well, is there a parallel! How many times, ... . .... ... .... ...

Each time I fell in the field, the flag went up, finding fault with me! ‘I was, probably, diving’, and the ‘Referee’ may not have missed that, He rarely misses any for that matter.

In spite of the ‘close miss’, O’Toole refuses to quit the race. Some borrowed Irish optimism and the role he played in 'Venus' make me feel that I'm still in with a chance of ...........

...............of ............................. of a proper fall :-)

But wait, I refuse to follow the rules.......

Sunday 18 February 2007

Hillary or Hussein?

From the time I first heard of her, I’ve been an admirer of Hillary Clinton. My earliest curiosity about her personality stemming from the headlines such as ‘Hillary’s Husband Elected’ ran by the East German news papers when Bill Clinton was elected President for the first time. My admiration grew as I read more about her views on social issues and it peaked after noticing the remarkable dignity with which she handled each crisis in her life brought about by the irresponsible ways of her husband. I often thought of her as the best bet to be America’s first woman President.

But the sudden appearance of a fresh face, that of Senator Barack Hussein Obama from Illinois, on the scene of the Presidential race leaves me a bit confused. Sen. Obama already had to answer questions on his early schooling in some Islamic Madrassa in Indonesia; and he’s on the back foot, pleading for his ‘devout Christian’ status! How annoying is it to see persons of integrity and values forced to fall over backwards and eat their words by the fools and fanatics who control the 'religious under world', once they bid for an elected office.
Whenever the Americans chose to ignore the conservatives, they had brought in a refreshing change on the way their country was governed. They had elected the
‘Compassionate’, the ‘Crippled’ and the ‘Catholic’ in spite of the heavy odds staked against them and history changed course each time. And it's badly in need of another course correction now.

Years ago when a highly decorated general, a hero of the American state, announced his intention to run, the campaign managers of the then President ran a vitriolic attack on him, digging up information on his past. The pro-President news papers derided him as the “son of a common prostitute” and the “paramour husband of a convicted adulteress” and asked the voters whether such a person could be elected as the President of that devoutly Christian land! And when his supporters decided to pay back with the same coin, he had heroically restrained them stating “I never war on the females, it’s only the mean and cowardly that do”. The Americans then responded by electing him for two consecutive terms, perhaps the first orphan to be democratically elected as the President of any nation, and also made sure that those behind the campaign never made it to the White House. Any doubt on why the Americans continue to command respect in spite of their recent record?

Is there a way out of my present dilemma? With all due respect to the hopes & aspirations of the African Americans, I wish Hillary to run for President & Obama for the veep.

Wednesday 7 February 2007

From Stories Sports Photographs Told Me........

Some of the greatest sports photographs involved no sporting action at all. And often they told me stories; of chivalry, of rivalry, of tragedy and of true heroism.
One of them, for example, had an apparently shivering man, as weak as a 'butterfly' struggling to stay clear of the fire after lighting the Olympic flame, in front of a teary eyed President.
Another had a fallen hero returning to his fans, whom he had fled, at the top of a motorcade, oblivious to the surroundings, his head hanging on his shoulders with no sign of consciousness.
Yet another had a cricketer, bowler & Captain, walking back, retracing the run up all alone as his team mates, huddled together across the pitch at the other end, celebrated a wicket off his bowling! And a fourth one had 'The Saint' carrying the coffin of his rival who had fallen in the 'battlefield'.
One such photograph, a rather old one, had a young woman hugging a pole!
She did it after winning some obscure tennis tourney in Orlando, which incidentally was her first. Far away from home, cut off from family & friends, in a strange & distant land, at her moment of immense joy, as there was no one to hug, she hugged the nearest object she could, a light pole next to the Umpire's chair. Some one captured it on his camera & it got published on the next day's papers.
I'm not sure if she made it big in the highly competitive world of professional tennis. But she must have been a trend setter for many girls these days take up the sport which demand extensive traveling across the globe.
Wait a minute.....
............the caption below the photograph gives her name.............
it reads ...........
Martina Navratilova!

Saturday 27 January 2007

In Saranath, the Buddha Still Smiles

The Smiles From My Shelf [1]

I've a strange hobby, collecting smiles. Starting today, I shall share with you some of the smiles from my collection. So this is the first one in a series. Hope you all will like it. Or if you don't, at least smile at it :-)

Last March I went soul searching in Saranath. Surprisingly serene calm prevailed in the land of Buddha's first sermon. After sitting in meditation in several temples, spread across nations*,
I thought of having some food. (*There were the Burmese, the Chinese, the Japanese, the Korean, the Thai & the Tibetan temples, each with its distinct style of Architecture, in addition to the newly constructed and the ruined Mul Gandh Kuti Viharas, all in a span about 6 kms.) As I walked towards a restaurant, I noticed him for the first time, a small boy hanging around a group of foreigners.

State of the Union, I told myself.

Soon I heard him inside the hotel, talking to the man at the paying counter. "Arrey thoo kahan leke aaya? Woh log apne aap aa rahe the", the man with the big moustache was telling him. "Chalo is bar tho sahi, agle baar aise mat kahna", he pleaded, disappointment writ large on his face.

After coming out of the hotel, I had a closer look at him. He looked around ten years old, looked well dressed by the standards expected of Indian village boys and was eyeing another set of foreigners.

Enterprising, I shuffled my thoughts.

"Yahan se Benarus jaane ke liye gaadi kahan se milenge?", I asked him as he passed by my side. "Wahan se milenge gaadi aapko, panch, dus minute mein bus aajaenge, autorikshawale jsyade paise lenge aapse", he replied pointing to the other side of the road. "Here people will demand money for every service", I remembered the words of a research scholar I met at Benarus. So I thought of giving him a tip. But he hurried away to catch up with his 'clients'. As I waited for the bus, I saw his ways with his prospective customers, not at all boyish but gentlemanly.
Had we remained children forever?!

Having boarded the bus I looked around for him. He was accompanying the foreigners when I last saw him. But now he seemed to have halted and had fallen behind on hearing the sound of the approaching bus for he was anxiously looking in the direction of the bus. I waved to him, as if to acknowledge my gratitude. His face lit up on seeing me comfortably seated inside the bus and he presented me with a satisfied smile, which I brought home and kept in my shelf.

So next time you smile, be liberal with it for someone with bizarre habits may be lurking near you and he may take it away for safe keeping.

Friday 26 January 2007

Republic Day Review

She was born in, the India that was not shining; an Adivasi family in West Bengal's Jalpaiguri District and could not afford to go to school. At 14 she lied about her age, on the instructions of her employers, to get a job as a Tea Plucker as children under 16 were not allowed to pluck tea. She decided to remain unmarried to support her family and at 42, she continues to work as a tea plucker on daily wages. Her 8-hour work begins at the dawn and if she works hard enough she can earn upto 50 Rupees 90 Paise in a day, which she often misses these days for she has to represent the Sola Nagar Khata constituency in the West Bengal Assembly.
Ms. Sukhmait Oraon, the CITU leader, is taking power to the grass roots.

On the 58th Republic Day, we are at least limping, if not roaring, ahead.

In India, it's often the Left who do the right things.

Thursday 25 January 2007

'Friends & Comrades'

I relish the company of people with whom I can argue,
With me, my close friends, often disagree.
And with my comrades, I always have to agree,
What's the thrill in agreeing, even to disagree?

Sunday 21 January 2007

All the Answers a Teacher Knows Not......

The other day, I was walking in the woods.
I saw a fallen leaf, through its intricate patterns, begging for my attention.
It was asking me, between the lines and curves,
"Can you tell from which tree I came?"
I looked up and around, but.......... all the trees had similar leaves.........

A year before, I'd met up with a man,
of dignified manners and degrees to flaunt.
And he also had a question up his sleeve.
"Your Mother belongs to this and Father to that!, Where do 'you' belong?"
I looked down and around, and the ground was full of fallen leaves..........

And all the answers, a Teacher knows not...............