Everyone gets used to everything. Once I met a Chinese lady
who was on a study trip here. We got talking at a mutual friends place and I asked
her, “how is it possible for the Chinese to live without real freedom”. How can
the government control everything and the Chinese become used to it without revolt?”
She said “its just the way of life and you get used to it. Without meaning
disrespect, but in India there is a tribe which pushes one of its own daughters
into prostitution. It’s just it. Over a period of time you don’t know what else”.
I guess it’s true to some extent. People are great at adapting to surroundings
and get used to it. I always wonder. Like in some regimes like North Korea, how
could a mad cap dictator survive with the kind of atrocities committed by him? Don’t
the people revolt, know that it’s stupid and this cant work like this? I guess
not.
Many years ago I had a long and memorable chat with my dad. It
was when I was in school. I argued that non violence was the best means. We were
so many of us. All we needed was one Indian to kill one British and we were
done. We outnumbered them by a large margin. It doesn’t work that way. I think
George Bernad Shaw said ‘Progress depends on the unreasonable man’. He is right
as well. People prefer status quo but status quo must be challenged. I want
change but I am also part of people. So what am I? an unreasonable man or a
status quo man?
I think a lot depends on age. When I was much younger I was
impatient. Time was running out. I would hop jobs and go for the best offer,
the best job and flirt with many. As age progressed, I found myself ready to
play the waiting game. Waiting waiting waiting.
So did cobwebs grow under my back side. Have I lost the fire I once had?
Well yes and no.
Oh yes the bland rage that I had is gone. I am no longer the
angry young man I once was. Ready to change the world and refusing to see logic
and patience. But I guess you can’t ever continue with that rage. It burns you
and those around you. You learn to shimmer and crouch and learn to direct it.
Not hitting every ball and waiting for the right ball is also aggression. Dour
defense is as aggressive as flashy stroke play. It’s how you define aggression.
I was and still will always be extremely aggressive. But the
manifestation has changed. It comes out differently. I miss the idiot I once
was but I am also thankful that I am no longer the idiot I once was. One realizes
that the world can’t be changed in one day. It takes time and patience. Also
one acknowledges that the world’s priorities are different from yours and it’s definitely
not true that yours are the most important priorities alive. So this kind of
patience is critical to the living and adapting to the environment around you. Especially,
if you are the aggressive sorts. Aggression is a means to an end.
I have also learnt that naturally aggressive people and
toppers and people in high places can’t just tone down that easily. If some has
reached somewhere they have reached there by aiming and working towards it. And
if you think they are not aggressive. I think you must think again. Its only
that their priorities or world wisdom tells them something that you don’t know.
When I was much younger I would be eager to criticize and complain. Now I hold
my horses. It’s important to understand
the context and put yourself in their shoes. Now figure, are you really that
sure of the situation. Are you jumping to conclusions without assigning probabilities?
Like today at the gymkhana I overheard some conversation where the person said ‘that
is the solution. That’s the only way to solve it.’ It struck me hard. I have
learnt to say more often than not “that SEEMS to me as the solution to the
problem”. Because you never know.
Recently Rahul Gandhi got screwed in the media for the interview
he had on a news channel. He answered randomly to questions asked. No matter
what he was asked, his answers were something else. Woah. Easily one of the
worst possible interviews. He lost a lot of his urban English speaking fans.
But hell, I am not ready to haul him over coals yet. He is definitely not
stupid. I always like to look at the other side. Why did he say thus? What was
on his mind? What would have been the strategic reasoning behind it? Was he
that naïve? I don’t believe that the truth is that simple as it is made out to
be. Yes it sounded bad, but was there another game that was being played?
Restraining aggression is easily one of the most difficult
things to do. Rather let me reword that one
- Redirecting aggression is easily one of the most difficult things to
do. Curbing your natural instinct while honing it so that you don’t lose your
mojo is just a bloody difficult thing to do.
I am reminded of my boss who used to say “shant gadhadhari
bheem, shant”. If you are born after 1980 you won’t really get the reference. This
was from the epic serialised version of the Mahabharat, wherein the eldest of the
Pandavs continuously held back the biggest of the Pandavs, namely Bheem. Shant –
Peace. Peace.
And talking of being used to something. I love my desk in
the mornings and I am so used to it. I will really miss this when I leave. As and when I leave.


