Oh choices

Jispa will go on to the first standard. This is the time we have to choose her co curricular activities. I didn’t realize that this would be so stressful. She will learn one sporting and one non sporting activity. For this she has to give two options for each. The choice in sporting ones include judo, taekwando, athletics, chess, football, malakambh and yoga and the in the non-sporting they include cooking, art and craft, dance, music, nature club and speech and drama.
This is so dam confusing. Should we put in new stuff so that she is exposed to more things or should we put her in stuff that is already good at so that she gets better? I prefer diversity but also the theory of concentration is so powerful. Oh F&%^ it. We will just go for what she kind of likes. I prefer taekwando and athletics and I think Jispa prefers that as well. Thanks to kungfu panda? Yaieeeeeeeee aaaa oooo. There go the ceramic plates. For the non sporting ones I would really prefer that she learns some basics on music.
Also a long time I haven’t uploaded pics. Here are a few.

Seen near Churchgate station subway I don’t understand what this means. Calls to landline and cell phones are at your own risk. What else can you call. I guess calls to the almighty are at his risk.
Jispa with some stray puppies in the building. She just loves them. Thanks to her chachi.
She likes sitting there in the i-ten. Wonder why?
This is exactly the reason I am not buying a better camera. These guys are all over the place with their DSLR’s and are really obtrusive and in your face. Sling a camera on your neck and you have the license to be anywhere, shoot anything. Just see where his elbow is. The idiot did not even bother to ask for permission or anything. He just plonked his elbow near the crotch of the clay molding instructor and started shooting.
We are what we eat. This is some of what the office pantry stocks. You figure. Britannia’s tag line says, eat healthy think better. Since when did biscuits (cream or otherwise) become healthy? Even the chip guys promote their low fat content in an effort to be seen healthy. What shit.
The snake bird or the darter at Bharatpur. It does make for a pretty silhouette.

its the gene pool, stupid

Jispa is a sadist. I have proof.

Her front tooth is shaking and ready for replacement. So everyday she wonders when the curtains will fall on her teeth or should I say the curtains will rise on her teeth? But that qualifies her as a 6 year old not a sadist. The sadist part happens thus. She says, I wish my tooth falls when I am in an aero plane. I am like huh, where did that come from? She says the tooth will fall, then mummy will take the tooth and put in a plastic bag. Then you know the small flat place near the aero plane window, that place just where the window ends. That flat place. There we will keep the tooth… – you see still no sadisticism, only imagination wildism. - …in that place when we keep the tooth, it will fun (or some adjective like that she said) to see the tooth fairy come and take it.

There you crummy left brain bean counter bird pee cheap sadist…Beat that!

Forget who you are, see what you can be

I was always used to wonder why the Sri Lankans were having this war with the Tamilians or is it the other way around, I don’t know. It seems post independence the Sri Lankan majority largely ignored the Tamilians. The tilting point was when they made Sinhalese the only official language. This left the Tamilians with low job prospects and economic hardships. They took up arms. It takes two to tango.
Contrast this with Singapore. They had three languages at the time of independence Chinese, Malay and Tamil. In spite of a Chinese ethnic majority, the sincere efforts on the part of their premier Lee Kwan Yew to integrate all of them in to mainstream equally have seen Singapore through to their current state. I haven’t understood how we can create fights purely on ethnicity.

We have two cycles wowieeee….. My friend V-inu, upgraded his bike so he gave me his old one. This one is a 21 gear mountain bike. Pretty cool huh? Now Jispa and I can go cycling together. On Sunday morning we went for a ride in the Bhakti park garden. Very nice place for a morning ride. We got to see a few birds as well. The birds you get at Bhakti park that we have so far spotted are (in addition to sparrow and pigeons) – fish tailed drongo, magpie robin, sunbirds, pheasants crow (cookal), fan tail, koel (male and female), shikra, egrets, pariah kites (sometimes a brahminy kite flies above), common myna, red whiskered bulbuls, kingfishers, paddy bird and my favorite the Hoophoe. We also saw what I think is a water hen. We are not sure about that one. Outside in the nalla there is also the red wattled lapwing.
So going in the morning on a bicycle with Jispa is really good fun. She is able to keep pace. The 21 gears help when I go into a ridiculously low gear so as to slowly amble along with Jispa catching the sights. It’s not a place for speed cycling like which we did on Sunday around the compound wall. The gears do help keep pace with Jispa. I am looking forward to catching some time with her this way at least :)
I am an outdoors guy and I love to spend my time with my daughter playing outside cycling, walking trekking whatever. We figured that Angel (my brother’s pet dog and Jispa’s sister) goes for a walk every morning at seven, seven thirty. So today we landed at their house and woke them up at seven. This way Jispa gets 15 minutes with Angel in the garden everyday. Hopefully we can keep this going every morning. Brother dear - wakey wakey.

...ek soch hai

Third post in a row which has soch (thought) in the title... what does it say about me, my mood, the times we are in???
On Sunday we were at the place called veg falafels at colaba. We ordered a falafel and sat down. Normally the service is quick. After all it doesn’t take too much to make one. This time we waited a bit. I asked at the counter ‘what happened’. ‘sir, the falafel bullets (fried fillings) are being fried’. Ok. Then he screams across the counter ‘sir ka balls fry ho gaya kya?’ translation in English – ‘have you fried his balls yet?’ Well I sure hope not.
Jasmine had a funny observation on Saturday. We sent to see the movie Billu Barber. Nice one. We saw it in Cinemax at Sion. We had aisle seats. The seats were so jammed that if anyone were to get past it would be a complete mess. There is no way to get past without jamming you knees and feet. There were a bunch of guys next to us. First they came a bit late, squeezing inside. Then they decided to get up soon after. Huge inconvenience. They return with bagfuls of popcorn and slurpys. This time I ask them to wait. Jasmine and me get up and let them in. I was talking taking any chances on him tripping over me with the sugary slurpy in his hands. They mumble their appreciation. As we are seated jasmine whispers into my ears. They are from Delhi, she says. Hmmm… ya ok. She goes on ‘only someone from Delhi will say thank you instead of sorry when you make someone get up.’ I almost fell off the chair. The only thing that kept me there was the tight fit of the rows. Jasmine can amaze you with sharp observations from time to time.
On another note, I was talking to Sonal (she works with me). She was talking about the hot new thing catching up with wannabe parents. Genetic engineering to ensure the perfect kids. You can choose the hair color, isolate the gene for obesity etc. you know the works. She was quite aghast and was soo against it. I thought about it a bit. Being the ever so moderate that I have become I replied ‘hmm. Why you so surprised? Sure I think this genetic thing is a bit under-researched to try out on kids but, why are you so against it? We try and mould our kids into our thought processes and try and raze perfect kids in any case right now. The concept of planning kids, when to have them, is a new fangled concept. I am sure our grandmothers would have been aghast at the very concept that kids must be planned. They are gifts of the almighty and happen on their own. Today we seek out perfect kids with what we have. We try and make them into ideals that we have set ourselves. Do remember that perspectives change with passing generations. Allow for change. The core need is the same. The solutions differ. Also I have learnt to be less critical of change. Time and again, attitudes have changed. What was unacceptable in the past is matter of fact now. A bit of moderation is what I preach now. Sure have your opinion. But a bit of salt please.’
I was reading an article in the Tehelka which had a critical piece on Gandhi. The writer (S Anand) gave tons of examples of Gandhi versus Ambedkar(not exactly 'versus', but read on...). “Gandhi was essentially a social conservative. This was BR Ambedkar’s main charge against Gandhi for his endorsement of caste and varnashrama dharma”. If it is true then he is probably right. It did make me feel a bit confused about my view on the great man. But then I realized my folly. Do I like Gandhi as a person or is he to me an idea. To me Gandhi is an idea. There are, there would be many examples of him not being correct. But as I have said, those were different times and thoughts must be judged in the perspective of surroundings and eras. Even if they were really regressive and wrong, so be it. That cannot take away from something that I find true. You are entitled to your Gandhi and I am entitled to my. After all Gandhi is an idea. Another example – Jack Welch. Yup – the GE guy. You can take what you want from him, leave what you dislike, but please don’t vandalize what you don’t want. I might agree with him completely but I sure learnt some stuff from his books. As also the movie Sarkar which had Amitabh as playing the title lead – Sarkar ek soch hai.

wide angle mein soch

No wonder I am enjoying the book ‘imagining India’ by Nandan Nilekani. He is currently talking about a few ideas that have helped India and how they were looked upon as issues to be resolved in the past. To take forward my last blog entry, much younger I had a lot of hot head ideas.
I opposed people wanting to go abroad after they did their technical education in India. I supported population control measures a la Sanjay Gandhi’s forced Nasbandi program. I thought population was a nightmare. I thought migrants to the cities must be stopped etc etc.
To give me credit, at least I had a point of view. Most peers did not have a point, leave alone a view. I knew a bit because I eavesdropped, overheard conversations. Typically the most forceful of them would have impact as opposed to the milder ones with erudite backings. I too believed that Gandhi was wrong and Nehru was a moron. Too much sway very little wisdom. While my views on the former are already known (previous blogs), I see Nehruvian economics and politics in better perspective. When one does criticize someone in hindsight, one must be knowledgably to give due respect to the situation that the decisions were made in. One thing is to find fault with the decision, the other is to see what the consequences would have been instead, the third is to figure if the person made an honest error or made one in arrogance or contempt.
History also teaches us to be smarter in analyzing the current situation. Thinking changes over a period of time. What was wrong in one era would be right in another. To give an example we chided our parents for going gogogaga over Rajesh Khanna’s looks and Dev Anand’s antics. What is our explanation for having Shah Rukh Khan as our superstar?
I am making two points: one – don’t criticize without balance. Two – hold your views in perspective and have them in moderation.
Thanks Nandan for this book. I don’t know if I got the point you were making but I sure got something that I hold very valuable. I think I could empathize with this book as my generation has seen pre 91 era of ‘depravation’ and then the uncorked Genie of consumption post that. Whenever I have a conversation on how bad we had it, I will save my breath and give them your book. Its easier, better references, researched and hell it’s written by a man as intelligent as you. It can’t get better.
Also on books, reading this book I realized it is pretty useful to listen to the author and then read his book. This way you get a better perspective and can put a face, voice and most importantly tone to the book. That’s why book readings and road shows are organized I guess. In this one I was fortunate enough to organize it and be close to the author. It definitely adds a color to the reading. Good color.

Bahut bolta hai tu, chupke se soch

Sometimes one looks upon the past and looks at oneself, one almost smiles, smirks, shrugs off and wonders what happened. My arguments were so immature, the blood so hot and the belief that I was so supremely right. I also now realize that a bit of knowledge without humility is so dam dangerous. It is important to know but even more important to know that you don’t know the entire truth. No one can know the entire truth. One can only presuppose and guess. The day we realize that, we argue much less, we argue much better. We may discuss and argue on the logic but at least no heated argument ensues. Oh humility, I love. Don’t desert me ever! Hehe.
I was reading Nandan Nilekani’s book Imagining India. It starts slow and quite boring. But he does get in to grove once he starts discussing the ideas (that is the subject matter of the book). I have learnt to be patient with books. Allow the writer to hem and haw a bit in the start and then wait till he starts making the points. That’s when it gets interesting. I wouldn’t be fair to yet make a comment on it as I am still reading it but as of now, it reads well. The starting chapters have some great history built into it.
Coming back to my youth paradigms, when I grew up computers were just being introduced in India. There was this big debate on computers being the hot new thing that would take away jobs. I probably did not know whom to trust or believe. The near danger far outweighed on my mind compared to the far consequences. I was probably swayed by the Luddites (for more on Luddites, see last para) at the time. I remember once thinking that this will take so many jobs and wondering if it would really help us. But thank god I quickly got over it. Soon enough.
Also to add to my list of bullshit predictions. I thought computers were irritating and painful and how would they ever be useful to the mass. I hated the basic programming that they made us do in school. I also thought cell phones were a fancy and no one would really need one besides some really rich chappies. To give me credit, the call rates at the time were 16 bucks a minute (incoming and outgoing). I hope I am a lot more circumspect these days. I can weigh the pros and cons and then give what my current knowledge tells me, while accepting the counter logic.
Luddites – very interesting term I got while reading the book. the great thing with your black berry is the option to immediately go online and Google the term that you don’t understand.
The Luddites were a social movement of British textile artisans in the early nineteenth century who protested—often by destroying mechanized looms—against the changes produced by the Industrial Revolution, which they felt were leaving them without work. The principal objection of the Luddites was against the introduction of new wide-framed automated looms that could be operated by cheap, relatively unskilled labour, resulting in the loss of jobs for many skilled textile workers.

rail gaadi rail gaadi, chug chug chug chug chug chug chug chug

Traveling in the trains, especially long distance is probably a good way to get familiar with the changing Indian demographic and psychographics. In Diwali last we had a trip to Rishikesh. This involved traveling by the Rajdhani train to Delhi and then on by another train to Haridwar.
Diwali is a time for a lot of young employed to head home. You could see tons of twenty somethings, lugging their laptops and heading home. A lot of them had their girlfriends and boyfriends to see them off at the station. Women with laptops that are carried in a shoulder sling bag is such a dangerous thing. One shoulder the laptop, other shoulder heavy purse, heels and then the ubiquitous mobile phone conversation happening with the shoulder hunched. High probability for spondylitis. The reports of increasing incidence in younger working women getting all sorts of back injuries will definitely come in.
In any case every one seems to be on the way home. The railways have done some good things by having charging points inside the train compartments. They are useful for charging your cell phones, but the flip is that they result in constant chatter through out. There is great signal almost throughout the journey. The plug points also result in the loud Indian male groups watching movies or listening to music from their laptops. Scant regard to those around them. Music is also played from their mobile phones as if it’s a dam radio. Cell phone music is a phenomenon picking up in local trains as well. So dam irritating. Keep your music to yourself. One of these days I am going to pick up a fight with some of these characters.
Another thing I noticed is that all the women in the train (A/c compartment) exclusively use face wash as opposed to soap. The soap dish, popular in our times and seen with our type of families is now completely an endangered species. It’s a soap free world. Women use it more though but the men will not be far behind. I saw one guy who was washing his hands for more than five minutes and then was washing his face, carefully scrubbing one skin flake at a time. He must have at least 10 minutes to wash only his face. I am not exaggerating. He was clearly taking care of himself and loving it.
My wife too uses face wash and the culture seems to be spreading to Jispa and me. One wise one I once cracked – my wife uses only soap free stuff and I use only free soap, the ones I flick for free from the hotel rooms

wadaday

This Saturday was a long and tough day. I woke up early for Jispa to go to school for her sports day. After dropping her and catching breakfast jasmine and me too went for her sports day. It was quite hot and was a day for the parents to socialize, I guess. It was eye candy day for the mothers as well with Shah Rukh and Farhaan Akhthar (parents) turning up. Good family picnic. Jispa ran fast as usual and won her 50 meter dash. Though she did slow down in the end. Enough to give me a little bit of an anxious moment. In the parents race, I won this time again. Though the margin of victory was much smaller. 60 meter dashin around 7.9 seconds. Need to shave off at least a second to be faster. Also given the large number of false early starts that everyone does, it’s stupid to wait for the whistle. Next time I am running before the whistle. There – saved half a second there itself. Of all things I sprained my right shoulder while running. RIGHT SHOULDER? from a 60 meter dash? What shit is that? But if that was not enough read on.
I then got out and rushed for my cricket match at the other end of town. It was very hot and I switched on the A/C in the car. I knew that I would not get enough time to warm up so I kept it on and off at regular intervals. BIG MISTAKE. I parked and got off the car, picked up my kit (a bit heavy) and made a dash for the ground. There I strained my left side back muscle. Oh man. Fielding with it was horrible. But I guess I fielded better. Pain improves your concentration and helps you focus better. TIP OF THE DAY – smash yourself with a bat and then go on to the cricket field the next time. Luckily we won without me having to bat. That would have been terrible.
In Mumbai, cricket is mainly played at the maidans. That means matches are played with the boundaries overlapping each other. There is another pitch within your 30 yard circle. I was fielding at covers while being next to the short square leg or short cover of the other match, depending on the side they were bowling from. With the hard cricket ball, it’s a dangerous thing to do. You just hope that he does not hit a shot your way while you have been focusing on your match. I remember thinking, shit, I could get hit, I could die here. Hmm, the last blog was on dharma. Interesting blog to be the last one!. Serious. one gets philosophical on cricket grounds, especially when you are likely to be hit. The batsman on the other match was really good and he hit some real hard shots. See the image below. Those grounds are really close with matches on all the time.
With these uneven grounds you don’t even require someone to hit you from behind. Your own match can kill you. I was fielding off the square and the ball was hit to me real hard. I bent down and thanks to the uneven bounce I got hit on my thumb. Its still sore.
Then we went to a friends place for a get together that was to last late. Suddenly everyone wanted to go for a movie – Marley & me. 11.05pm show. It ended at 1 am. Was I dead at the end of it all? What a day.

Dharma

I was having a conversation with one of my kids at office. We were wondering why I might be nice to them. And I was wondering at eth motivation for the same. Especially, why should I be nice to someone who has put in their papers and would not be with me for long? I don’t think we were convinced by what we thought.

I happened to be reading Devdutt’s Book of Ram. With due respect I quote from his book:-

Destiny and desire – karma and kama, are two forces that propel the world. Destiny is a reaction, an obligation that follows an action. Desire is an aspiration that forces the world to transform in a particular way. Destiny creates fate. Desire is based on free will. We have the freedom to accept life as it is or to make it the way we want it to be.
Desire and destiny make life unpredictable and uncertain. When things change constantly, people feel insecure. When nothing is permanent, there is frustration and sorrow. In despair and disgust, humans withdraw from society and become hermits, trying to break free and understand the point of it all. But there is another choice. It is the code of conduct known as dharma.
The word Dharma is derived from the root ‘dhr’ which means ‘to uphold or stabilize or make secure’. It is a manmade construct that creates civilization, essentially a shelter against the world’s impermanent and unpredictable nature. It is created when humans look beyond self preservation and self propagation. It is created when the beneficiary of human action is not the self but others around us. One way of creating civilization is to do one’s duty, not what one wants for oneself but what one is expected to do for the larger good.

Hmmm. I get it but I still don’t get it but I get it. Did you get it?

sorry kid

Normally I am not an angry young papa to Jispa. At least I like to believe so. I do shout at her, but my personal rule is – shout only to stop something and scolding is limited to one and max two lines. Then cool down instantly and talk properly. It’s like – JISPA – DON’T TOUCH THIS, (instant cool), Jispa , please don’t do it, if you touch this you would get hurt, how many times we have told you.
Also I was getting into fights that were not my. Jasmine and Jispa are fighting and I am getting involved. I don’t even care about some of the topics. It gets highly stressful to play arbitrator. I don’t like it, but I think I see no option. I try and signal to Jasmine to let go or silently tell her my view (most of the time it’s that I am indifferent). Jasmine is right where she comes from and so is Jispa. Being a father is not easy I guess. Its really taxing.
In the middle I realized Jispa was getting very irritating. I realized that I used to slap her, mildly of course, one time too many. I don’t like giving one rapack and silencing her, unless it’s grossly really bad. I am open to talking. So I told her that now on, no slapping. It’s something that I want to keep a habit of. Absolutely no slapping unless in the rarest of rare cases, that too avoidable. I keep telling her, that I am talking, talk to me, tell me what’s on your mind, I have infinite patience for talking as long you don’t give me crap or as long you listen and respond. No faltu arguments please. And no crying when I am not scolding you or angry. If she cries, I walk.
The other thing I can’t stand is this “whaaaat” word. Everyone knows what someone means or is saying, but I can’t stand it when someone goes “whaaaat” in a condescending manner, with your eyes cocked. Talk properly. I hate the tone that means “what the fu#& is the matter now” ask properly when someone is talking properly. When someone is talking properly, respond properly. Today with V-inu we met Cute cute bingo. V-inu saw that the dog has some skin disease and advised me against touching it. I was telling Jispa about it when she went ‘what’ and before I could answer “whaaat” again. I was in the process of getting her to wash her hands with the water bottle, while talking to her. Oh I so lost it. I just can’t bear that tone. Instead of whacking her in the heat of the moment I splashed water on her. I am sorry. That I think that was worse than slapping her. She sure didn’t like it. While I can justify my anger, I think I was wrong in my reaction. Sorry kid. I screwed up. I WILL splash water on your face next time but not in anger. And please Jispa, don’t screw my happiness later on this confession or else I will jam your happiness. We are quits.

simple truths

Not that there has been a conscious need or occasion but till now Jispa has never gone alone in the lift. Whenever she goes down it has been with us. So today in the morning while Jispa was wearing her socks, I had to go down early for transferring some stuff from the boot of the car. So I told jasmine that I would down and she could send Jispa in the lift alone. First Jispa was a little circumspect but the urge to be independent triggered a mixed reaction. In the end independence won. I went down and then from top Jasmine indicated that Jispa is coming down on her own. I went near the lobby to find her coming out of the lift with a big grin on her face. She told me that she wanted to do this everyday. Sure! Its not that I don’t trust her, it’s the lift that I don’t trust. This lift is not a 100% safety record lift. We’ll see. It will be some time for us parents to grow up and relax.

Taking another shot at ‘the white tiger’, I think the publishers have not read the book completely. Adiga (on page 228), takes a barb at the business books when the protagonist says “I am aware that it is a common feature of those cellophane-wrapped business books to feature small side-bars”. Cellophane wrapped business books?? He says. Little did Adiga realize that his book would also be sold in cellophane wrapping. It is such an irritating practice. They are forcing the reader to buy on reputation and not on actual content. A book lover loves to feel the book in his hand, be for a minute with it. He shuts out the world as he feels the cover, turns over to the back. At this point he takes a decision whether to explore it further, read inside, see the chapters and then purchase it. A book lover passes over the temptation to buy it at one third the price at the pirate stall to buy a proper royalty paid edition. It is thanks to this breed that the piracy in books has not reached the proportions of piracy in music. The core target book lover is just not a cheat. But cellophane wrapping is cheating him. Every time the big brother tries to hoodwink the customer, disregards his love, habits & values…the consumer will come back with a vengeance and the big brother will not know what hit him. The music industry is suffering from their own high handedness and the need to drive the premium unnaturally high. It’s pretty stupid.
I am sure in the case of The white tiger, there are many people who believe (likeme) that a booker prize winner would be too deep, profound and would use English that no one understood. With all these shrink wrapped books on the shelves; I never had the chance to dispel my belief leading me to not buy the book. Only after it was gifted to me did I realize that it’s actually quite a decent book with simple English, highly understandable. This exactly what I was telling V-inu. It’s quite a nice simple English book. Probably Harry Potter has higher English usage. I am three fourth of the way to finish the book. so far so good. I must read one decent fiction every year.

Stick it on, dude

The protagonist in the book “the white tiger” (by aravind adiga) is a driver who is driving a Honda city car. He talks about the three magnetic stickers in his Honda city with the images of the mother goddess – Kali. This made me smile a lot. I am sure that Aravind either does not drive a Honda city (and anything similar) or more likely – he does not put magnetic stickers in his car. He probably grew up with memories of his father’s fiat or ambassador car where his dad had put in the stickers or remembers the taxi drivers driving with them.
Why do I think like this?
My dad had a fiat. It was a proud purchase. I remember him buying this second hand car and selling his Bajaj chetak scooter with a side car attached. If I am not mistaken he sold his scooter for 10-15 k and he bought the car for 90k. This purchase was important as my sister was now marriageable age and my mom wanted to show that we too own a car. “hum bhi carwalle hain” or something to that effect. A sparkling white fiat. No A/c. A fiat (correctly called the premier padmini) was preferred over the popular Maruti as it was thought to sturdy and spacious. Though we kids just wanted anything with an A/c.
Dad was the religious types. We went first to siddhivinayak ganesh temple with the new car (a tradition which I too follow). He also bought a magnetic sticker of the deity and got the priest to touch it to the deity. With the magical powers thus transferred he kept the sticker in the car, proudly stuck to the dashboard. Much later we sold the car. When I bought my first car, the Indica, my mom gave the sticker to keep in my car. To my amusement, it could no longer stick. Huh? Magnets no longer sticking? Well it’s not the magnet dummy. All these new cars have dashboards completely of plastic, including my Honda City. No magnets can ever stick there. That is why the new religious stickers come with double sided tapes and also because of the depth the dashboard allows, you now have small figurines with tapes stuck to the bottom. So much for magnetic stickers.
Adiga might be around my age and his memories of drivers loving the magnetic stickers could come from the same source – fathers with metal fiats or taxis with religious drivers. I am sure if Jispa writes a book she won’t have cars with magnetic stickers. Funny no?
But wait a minute – the white tiger is a fiction novel right? And I don’t read fiction, right? Well it got gifted to me and it won some respectability by winning a booker and my wife read it in two days flat thereby stroking my ego and its read less like fiction but more like a documentary or satire?? Nice read though. And as Tarun Tejpal preaches – read at least one fiction a year. I agree, some fictions (good ones) are not a bad read.

It hurts like hell

Cricket. Its not often these days that I get to play in the “A” team of my company, there are plenty of good players. But the team is now undergoing a challenge so as to speak. On Saturday we had a match and I was in the playing eleven as a decent player. Needing 123 to win in 20 overs, we were pretty well placed. A sudden rush of wickets and I went into bat at number 5. I was scheduled to bat in at six but I got promotes to hold the wickets. I blocked and blocked knowing that the captain wanted me to preserve my wicket. I kept talking to myself. Keeping cool, keep focused. Sing a song and keep the mind free when the ball is about to be bowled. Keep your wits about you. I was doing pretty ok, good perhaps, but my fitness failed me. Or should I say I failed my fitness. 33 and for the first time I was really tired on the field. I never was out of breath taking the second run till Saturday. I lasted for about 10 overs, taking the team to a decent but not strong enough position. I got out because I was tired. It was important for me to get out at the time as well, because I was tired. We lost by 1 run in the end. I top scored at 31. If we had won, it would have been my best innings ever. But we lost. I played well beyond my normal concentration levels, well beyond what I might have been expected. I played and outscored and kept my head better than the top players. BUT FUCKING HELL… we lost and if I was a little fitter, we would have won. I blame myself. I am SOOOO ANGRY with myself.
In corporate cricket you win some you lose some, you don’t really care too much. But on Saturday the defeat hurt. It hurt like hell. It is still hurting. Now I know what it is to really play hard, contribute and the lose. The team lost it in the intensity. We didn’t show the intensity on and off the field. But that no excuse personally. I am so bloody pissed off. Two months I had relaxed. No squash no nothing. I am starting squash today itself. I have to figure a routine for cardio in the local gym itself, swimming as well. At 33 I realised that the body can deteriorate very fast. This is not acceptable. Running 100 meters faster than other out of shape jokers is not enough. Standards have to be your own to start with. It still hurts and this defeat I will not forget for time to come. I did learn how to bat better. I don’t blame myself there. I keep learning all the time. I have had the least match experience amongst all these good players. So I give myself marks for being mentally fit.
But I regret not living the magic of being mentally and physically there. Then one will be ‘spiritually’ there. That’s a goal.

if he is in your hearts, sure he is there

Jispa has been getting stuff from Santa for some time now. She is at an interesting age. While last year she enthusiastically believed the Santa, this year she is a bit more… uh… circumspect, I guess. I asked her if she believe in him and she said I don’t know. She thinks it’s us putting the presents, but she just doesn’t know whom to believe. I am not telling her for sure. All I told her is that, did you get your present? Yeah, then who cares whether he exits or not.
This time around we went out of station for the holidays. Santa visited her there (at girnar). She had left a note for him on her white board at home and also left milk and muesli for his reindeer (our prodding for sure). This time when she came back she quite surprised to see the Santa leave a note for her on the whiteboard, though she has a niggling doubt if I wrote it. Now why on earth would I be writing notes for her? Come on, tell me… that’s not even close to my handwriting. Well ok, it’s a little like it, but hell everone crosses the t’s and dots the i’s.

Recoil Reconcile?

I read on the bus today. The following seat bench is reserved for ‘the old, the physically handicapped and women’. I don’t know women can tolerate this. When they come into office they expect to be treated on par, to be paid equally and to grow equally. I hope to understand the feminist movement, but to then see good strong able women sitting down and classified along with the old and the infirm I wonder. Why would self respecting women accept this? Good educated women must protest, must not seat themselves here and must not expect special favours. Crush hour trains having special compartments, dedicated women trains is probably good, but to classified thus is blow to the feminist movement as I see it.

A small note on Clavin and Hobbes for Jispa when she grows up - Calvin is named for a sixteenth-century theologian John Calvin who believed in predestination; while Hobbes is named after Thomas Hobbes, a seventeenth-century philosopher with a dim view of human nature. Research it up. Its good fun. Do they fit or are they the opposite or it just doesn’t matter and is one of Bill Watterson’s pranks on you.

One of the reasons Jispa loves it is the faces Calvin makes. We should train her thus:-

train tickets, anyone?

Yesterday there were scores of ticket checkers at VT station in the morning and then again in the evening. As I was standing on the platform waiting for the train I could see a large number of guys being hauled into TC’s cabin on the first platform. Chatting up with one of the TC’s I learnt quite a bit. Here are some insights into a TC’s life.
They have targets per month of collecting fines. They have to collect at least Rs. 50,000 per month as fines. That translates to at least 8 people a day. Hmmm. Interesting. The concept of a target is definitely good but it also shows the confidence of the railway authorities in the honesty of the Indian Public. They obviously believe that a TC would definitely get that amount. This leads a ticket checker to get all sorts of people. He says that there are guys who make honest mistakes and enter through the ticket holders gate and then proceed towards buying the ticket. That is also a finable offense and people get caught. He also realizes that this is probably wrong but, what to do. Rules are rules and they apply equally.
He said that this is a drive that could be on for a couple of days. Drives like these help in increasing ticket sales. The mere presence of a man in uniform will drive the person to the ticket counter. According to him the best deterrence is a couple of TC’s in uniform at the dates. That’s enough. Also when there are so many TC’s together the fine is generally paid faster. Otherwise the argument / pleading of the traveler go on and on.
Another thing was that they get more people traveling ticketless in mornings and evenings than in the middle of the day. His reason was that people are in a hurry and tend to skip the long lines at the ticket counter during rush hour and take a risk. Interesting one that. It means that the people are generally not dishonest but there is a barrier to honesty in the system. Man is honest to a point. Beyond which he is tempted to cross. The risk existed before he saw the long line at the ticket counter itself, yet he went towards it, saw it, saw his watch and then decided to take the plunge. The solution is not more TC’s but more ticket counter open at peak hours. Is a ticket checker more of value checking tickets at rush hour is he of more of value manning one more ticket counter. I think an idea on dispensing tickets faster might have greater ROI than more ticket checkers. What say?
Here is another interesting tidbit. When they catch people traveling without tickets they take them to the cabin for the fine collecting and other formalities. To ensure that these guys don’t give the slip, the TC puts his hand on the shoulder and escorts him there. This any Mumbai train traveler will tell you are a common sight. The TC was saying that such an act is very insulting for the traveler. He does not want to be seen being escorted by the TC such. What if his friends see him? He typically pleads with the TC to release the shoulder, promising that he will come along. The TC also has no option. “They run away all the time. I have to put the hand on the shoulder. That stops him. If he was so honest as to walk properly he should have been honest enough to buy the ticket in the first place. If he is dishonest with the ticket, why should I trust him not to run now?” Good counter point.
Indian railways take pride in saying that they somehow against the odds take millions of people from one corner to another against all the odds. Sure I love these engineers who quietly keep the trains running, efficiently. But one thing we miss is human design. How do we have deep understanding of the average traveler so that we make small changes and design stations so that travelers feel the clean neat well designed stations and behave well. The broken windows theory comes to mind. I think its there is some of my earlier blogs. You could look it up on Google as well. A little bit of common sense thinking a la Paco Underhill (brilliant book ‘why we buy’) might be a good idea.

read on

Jispa reads a lot and everything she can lay her hands on. Augurs well for the future but I am not day dreaming yet. Not just yet. Not having a TV is a big and important role in this. Jispa is most at home in any book shop or any book fair. As long she gets her books and a place to sit. Here is a case in point. She is at home at the strand book fair.
When we went to Bharatpur this time around, I got down at Baroda station and picked up a few books for her. She enjoyed them. I didn’t know how much she could read but I was pleasantly surprised. She is right now reading Calvin and Hobbs. I don’t believe it. She loves the looks on Calvin’s face and his antics I guess, but might not understand the subtle sub texts. But I take some false pride in knowing that Jispa will be amongst the few in her class to be reading Clavin (perhaps only) especially since Calvin’s writer made sure that there is no merchandising spin off’s and no TV cartoon shows. How will the other kids know of him? Also, me thinks that Calvin would not be the ideal role model for Jispa... right?

The recession is looming well and strongly over us and none of us are safe. While we do try to economize and be smart about what we spend, books have some how been spared the cut in my family. I am not buying books as I have too many as a backlog. I don’t like collecting books as show pieces, I like to read them. And if there is a backlog, no more new books. Also it works as an incentive to read faster, harder.

on the shoulders of giants

We had an event on Tuesday. I had the priviledge of being the top dog at the event. So in other words I got the stupid job of bring the MC. I know I can do it, but normally I am too bored to do it. This time I had no such luck and was given the job. It went off pretty well. Two speakers stood out. Nandan Nilekani and Anil Kumble. I guess I am always a sucker for people talking about their experience as opposed to bookish management theories.
While I was too much in awe of Nandan to really ask him too much; and he was also surrounded all the time, with too many senior people. What really impresses me is the fact that Nandan being a business leader still is an academic in his approach and so different from other corporates. Most corporates just love to fart and hide behind their power point presentations. Nandan is precise and clear in his thought process.
Anil Kumble was also a revelation. He was outstanding as well. I got my two fundas clarified from him. First one – What the hell is a flipper. That’s the ball that got him wickets by the bagful. He explained the same to me. The other question was more serious (or was it the other way around). I had heard of this theory through two different sources. John Buchanan – the Australian team coach had said – you dont need to motivate someone to play in the Australian team. The fact that you are in the team and playing for Australia is motivation enough. The other time I read it is when Jim Collins wrote in his seminal book (I forget which one) that you shouldn’t need to motivate employees. You need employees who are self motivated. The role of the leader is to remove demotivating factors. I had liked this and believed in it. Give the employees an honest, open, fun and fair atmosphere and you are on. I don’t like motivating people or people who sit and sulk all the time waiting for external motivation. Itna time kisse ke pass nahin hai. I posed this to Anil. His response was that people are different. Motivation is not so much a problem but what the routine could get boring after a point in time. He said that if he came in everyday and was expected to do the same thing, bowl over after over and practice the same way, then it could get boring even for the athlete. He said in the tenure of John Wright, John brought in a lot of changes in way they practiced and brought in innovation and change. – that’s an interesting thought and with a bit of introspection I found it to be true. Sure employees need to be self motivated but it’s the job of the manager to ensure that it’s not boring over a period of time. Good point. Thanks Anil. I appreciate the thought. On another note he was gracious enough to ask for feedback, which I emailed to him and then he was even more gracious enough to reply back, thanking and accepting it. I am super impressed. Celebs are too irritating normally. Here is a level headed guy. It’s no wonder he was perhaps India’s best bowler.

My anniversary was on Monday. It was our tenth anniversary. Just a day before the most important event of the year, I was a bit busy and preoccupied. But I did manage to do something before. I gifted my wife a Swiss knife with her name engraved on one of the blades. That was a perfect anniversary gift!

hey bhagwan

Its been a long time. We took a family vacation in the middle. Went to palitana, gir and bharatpur. Palitana is a Jain super temple. It sure is a nice place. You stay at the bottom of the hill and then climb up three odd thousand steps in the morning. Its quite cool in the winter and definitely climbable. The base is taleti and used to be quite a sweet place 20 years ago when I first went. Now it’s a painfully polluted place thanks to the rickshaw’s adulterating fuel with kerosene. It’s unwalkable and unbreathable. And you have every ass building a huge temple. Any one who’s been to palitana will tell you that the last thing it needs is another temple. But they sure are being built as ugly phalluses all over the pace. They are built to themselves and not to god. God happen to be an unwilling accomplice. Do I hear of schools / hospitals etc being built there? Not me. We keep building temples. The Dharamshala is built – very good, but what about the old ones that need maintenance?

We leave it all behind on top. Feel a vibe that very nice. Jispa went into the temple and saw Jasmine entering the temple without the customary three salutes. Jispa then tells me that mummy will get paap , no? hmmm. No kid. There isn’t anything like paap and puniya. Isn’t god your friend? Will he be mean to you just because you did not do something as inane like bowing down? Say hi. Be a nice person to all around, show care. That’s all there is to life. Screw these rituals.
Net result – a few days later she tells me that she doesn’t believe in God. One more conversation – why not? Who made all these trees, birds, lives etc. there is someone there doing something, making something. Some force, right? Hehehe. She was a bit confused. But atleast she got over the paap shit that was banging her head.
She is free to have her own beliefs, her own view, her own mind. As long as she has something in her head I am ok. The most important thing is to have a view that is open, informed and pluralistic. Baki sab bakwas.

Be counted...

On the 26th of November Mumbai was struck bu horrific terrorist attacks. Of course the ‘lucky’ ones with the news channels on were as affected as any those directly in the line of fire I guess.
There was a protest march organized at the Gateway on Wednesday last. I did not want to march so much as I wanted to see the milling crowd at the place. Jasmine, Sonal (office kid) and I went across at Gateway at 5.30 pm. It was to start at 6. We saw a bunch of sardars setting up a water stall. We decided to ask for if we could help. “of course, seva ke liye humesha welcome”. That was a smart decision. For the next 4 hours we were helping the gang set up the stall, unload the water cartons, set up the tea and rush into the crowd with tea and water. Jasmine has a particularly good knack at serving others. Only she could go right into the crowd, against the flow and serve tea to everyone. To get an idea on the crowd, the road was around 100 meters long and around 30 feet wide at best, and there were more than a lakh of them protesting and marching in around 3 hours. I have no clue how she did it. In the middle I spent a lot of time trying to get the crowd away from overrunning the stall.
I have a theory on why so many came to protest. To be a part of an emotional &social cause and to be counted all one had to do was walk. That was too easy. But people came. And they were deadly angry. Hope it carries till the elections. Then we see.
I did not take any photographs of the place as I was tired of photographers going all over the place trying to catch some action of the place. No sensitivity, only asses with digital SLR’s making a nuisance of themselves. No smiles no acknowledgements, just keep on clicking. Idiots who spend a lot getting the equipment but don’t know even what shutter speed is.
Also while I was serving I noticed that a lot of people understood and responded to jokes/ one liners that I kept giving while serving. The men earlier always understood and responded. The women used to just frown and go cold. This time a lot of women responded as well. They sure are getting more confident and sure of their abilities. This augurs well for the nation. I don’t think too many economists would take this into account. The women are now getting up and getting accounted for as viable productive resources for the economy. They will work, they will shoulder responsibility and least of all they will raise far more confident children. I see it happening everywhere.

Over the week end we went for a walk on the Shilonda trail at the borivili national park. Jispa sure enjoyed it. Her friend from school, Kiara with her momma had joined in as well. Nice place man. I am sure to go there a few more times. Here is the snapshot. The entire trial is like this.
We got Jispa a new larger cycle without trainer wheels. She is now a ‘cyclist’. cool nah. Somehow for Jasmine and me this felt like a landmark.

Check this roadside ice cream stall. Noting remarkable about the stall, but notice that this guy too now offers a variety, albeit small, number of toppings. Right hand front corner has a few jars and the bottle is partially hidden.
Typical winter mornings near Bhakti Park as we go off to the school bus stop. I love it.