Sometimes Jasmine gets quite mad at us. Us – meaning Jispa and
me. According to her we feed of each other and get worse.
Often I am accused of being too strong a personality for my
child. One friend was chastising me for loving history and teaching it in a way
that makes it interesting. She told me that what I was doing wasn’t fair. This
was, thanks to me Jispa will love history and that I will be responsible for it.
Oh come on yaar. Another day, quite recently one friend told me that its not
fair that thanks to me Jispa won’t read fiction. Now what did I do? I hate
fiction. I don’t read fiction but I don’t stop Jispa from reading it. Of course
if she reads too much fiction I would ask her about it, hopefully learn from
her point of view and understand her interests. I would get into debates about
how fiction is a waste of time and effort and money, especially when there
truck loads of non-fiction there to be consumed, and equally interesting. I may
even win the debate but the final decision is for Jispa. She needs to know what
she wants in life. And is it my fault that I am a personality, a large
personality around the house with a strong point of view. I read, I understand, I think
and then I transfer. These days I have become less opinionated than before. I
have become more circumspect. I ask questions to Jispa more than I teach her.
She is free to think of her views and keep them but I am free to question them
or ask her about another point of view. What’s wrong in that? I think not
talking openly about views, counter views, questions and counter arguments is the
most dangerous thing to do. The most dangerous question is not having one.
Many people will think that I am feeding Jispa opinions,
debate and argument. They will think that I am feeding Jispa with my world
view. What they fail to understand is that I am trying to merely instill in her
a dose of skepticism. An irreverence of sorts. The ability to question
everything. At one extreme it will give you no joy as you cannot trust
anything. No love will be clean and unspoiled and unquestioned. But that is not
the objective. The objective is to have the ability to question it and yet be
comfortable with it. This is the essence of what I seek to teach.
These days picking a book to read has become a little
difficult. Whatever book you pick up, there is a healthy dose of criticism in
all of it. Every hypothesis that a book seeks to promote will have a strong and
valid sounding counter argument. Today morning as I was sitting on the potty
seat and was considering starting a new book sample that I had downloaded on my kindle. It came
recommended and had caught my eye but at the same time, had been critiqued. My thoughts
flashed to another book sample that I was reading, just the day before. That
one spoke about the ‘Wheat Belly’. That book’s premise is that we as humans
should stop eating wheat as it causes all sorts of bad things, including making
us fat. Ever since I was diagnosed as being lactose intolerant, food has become
a bit of an obsession with me. I have spent a lot of time thinking and reading
about food. One thing I realized was that Indians are pretty new to wheat in
their diet. Only about the last 60 years or so, after the green revolution. But
it became so widespread in our diet that we did not realize that our grand-parents
itself hardly ate wheat. Including the granary of India – Punjab. It becomes
difficult to read any book, or understand anything, or feel anything for that
matter with a complete no holds barred approach and unbridled enthusiasm. I end
up like today on the potty seat, smiling to myself. Ok – may this is
interesting but also what are the chances of this being true. How time do I spend
on book, trying to understand the author’s “POINT OF VIEW”. The same with
people. A wise man told me that “don’t get close to anyone. You will find
chinks even in God from a close distance.” This last one is a challenge. How do
you relate to people, love them, be with them and not be close to them and not
see their chinks? Possibly the answer is to acknowledge these chinks. To accept
them, to anticipate them and smile when you find them. Because these deficiencies
are just their but yours. These are the color of your eye glasses as you see
them. I like seeing them and noticing them and smiling to myself. On a negative
spiral I do get irritated with them. They have the ability to hurt me. But as
Jasmine says, you love these people and you love spending time with them so
just simply do that. Why think more. She is right. That’s the simple part of
life, that co exists with the complicated part of life. One cannot let the presence
of one interfere with the joy of experiencing the other.
These days, Jispa is coming to my lectures and giving me
valuable feedback. She wants me to make these lectures a bit more interesting
and wants me to be a little less strict when dealing with unruly elements. Sometimes
I scold my kids just to keep them in check. I started this new thing of having a
test in class basis some reading material I give them in advance that I want
them to read and come. This created a weird situation. I had more than 100 kids
attending my class. Oh dear me. I gave the test and gave an open offer for kids
to leave. Some left but still a majority stayed. Teaching 100 kids is utter
useless. An absolute waste of time. It’s like a TED talk. It becomes a
monologue. No interaction, no joy. So, this time, I have made the test but the
kids are free to access this online test from anywhere. If you have read the material
and you are getting the test right, then you deserve the right to bunk class. That
is the truth. So why should I be so fussed on attendance. Let’s see what
happens today. I only want around 50 kids to attend. The genuine interested
ones only!
Let’s see. Also I am impressed with Jispa’s ability to give
me feedback on my teaching. She is not directly critical but suggests what she
has seen as good examples and what she would enjoy. I like her style of trying
to make her dad improve. Very very cool.
Coming back to the first point. According to Jasmine, Jispa
and me feed off each other. I think that’s true. We tend to like similar stuff
and we keep irritating mom with it. As of now, Jasmine thinks both of us are
overtly anti social. Jasmine told Jispa that’ you are just following your dad
without thinking. You both think that it is just cool to be anti social.” Anti
social is loosely used here. We don’t mean we are anarchists and that we create
unrest. Here it simply means that we are happier alone, without the really dumb
people who we meet outside the confines of our home. I guess you can definitely
call us arrogant, after that last statement. But I guess, when you meet so many
opinionated people who don’t read and who don’t think its becomes difficult to socialize
and mix with so many jokers.
Coming to another interesting point of view. Recently I heard
of and read about a concept of “Social Capital” by Robert Putman. He wrote a
book –
Bowling Alone: The Collapse and Revival of American Community which
was an extension of an essay he wrote -
http://archive.realtor.org/sites/default/files/BowlingAlone.pdf
. Wikipedia says
“Bowling Alone: The
Collapse and Revival of American Community is a 2000 nonfiction book by Robert
D. Putnam. It was developed from his 1995 essay entitled Bowling Alone:
America's Declining Social Capital. Putnam surveys the decline of social
capital in the United States since 1950. He has described the reduction in all
the forms of in-person social intercourse upon which Americans used to found,
educate, and enrich the fabric of their social lives. He argues that this undermines
the active civil engagement, which a strong democracy requires from its
citizens.”
This made me think and rethink. I have been in the past been
critical of every one’s social instinct and every little social interaction.
Especially when it is all centered around food. My gymkhana organizes it
festive functions around food. Independence day, republic day, gudi padava and
so on. My building also has a feast on similar days. To my untrained and
arrogant mind, I saw it aa waste. An indulgence of sorts by people who just
wanted to gather around and eat. And may be so. But now I realise - it is a valuable
creation of social capital. If you organize a stupid get together, no one will
come. But if you center it with free food, people come , interact, talk and
create bonds. Food is a necessity and also a chore. It is a joy to have and a
pain to create. Free food banquets attract people, help them open up and talk
to each other. From here on, you create social capital. From social capital,
you strengthen democracy. Local clubs, associations and groups of people coming
together for whatever cause they want, fundamentally help create a sense of ownership
and from there self-governance shall rise. Politicians have long understood
this and created exploitable social capital by creating smaller groups for
common purpose. The Shiv Sena in Mumbai organized itself through branches or
shakas and established wada pav centres and reading clubs across the cities.
The politicos organised cricket and kabbadi events and patronized clubs. Even the
celebrations in my gymkhana and housing society are to my mind politically
motivated – as in organized by the secretary with a view to keeping the population
happy and fed.
Social Capital is important and one must be a part of it. I
am guilty of not understanding it well enough and not participating in it whole
heartedly. Possibly I can’t change now, possibly it’s not for me, but it is not
right for me to sit and critique the formation of it. School and colleges have
these clubs. Housewives have their kitty parties. Societies and gymkhanas
function out of it. Shut up and use it, exploit it, encourage it, guide it.
One small thing – the author talks about the steady demise
of social capital and one thing he blames is TV and internet. But I guess, he
did not realise that Internet on mobile is giving us Whatsapp groups. Here
social capital is again getting formed, and strongly so. Nice. Lets wait and
watch.