Thursday, December 15, 2011

To the Yang of my life!

Two sides of the same coin, so different yet so alike.
As different as chalk and cheese, what you prefer... I don't like.
You say 'white', I say 'grey', to my 'yes', you say 'nay'
Life is but a theater they say, if you are serious... i prefer to play.

Yet in spite of what may appear, one truth remains like night and day,
I am what I am today, thanks to the 'Yang' of my life, I say.

To my storm, you are the calm,
To my fluid, you are the form,
To my headaches, you are the balm,
To my actions, you are the psalm.

Yet in spite of what may appear, one truth remains like night and day,
I am what I am today, thanks to the 'Yang' of my life, I say.

In the last 6 years of my life on earth a lot has been experienced,
Knowing and being with a man such as you has made me richer by light years.

I am but an optimistic fool, you are the devil's advocate
To my flights of fantasy, you are the anchor and bait.
When I run out of patience soon, you stand there like a solid rock.
And to many many spoken words, you always walk the talk.

Yet in spite of what may appear, one truth remains like night and day,
I am what I am today, thanks to the 'Yang' of my life, I say.

To my some times endless chatter and questions, you lend your patient ear,
When you are around me, there is no room for fear.
Life is what happens when you are not around,
But life is what becomes when your sweet smell lingers around.

You are the method to my madness,
You are the 5 senses to my ESP,
The strong logic in my many arguments
But even when we don't say a word, it seems like a meaningful spiel.

Yet inspite of what may appear, one truth remains like night and day,
I am what I am today, thanks to the 'Yang' of my life, I say.

Thank You Ashish for being there :)

Sunday, December 11, 2011

These are a few of my favourite pics...

















This is where the fairy tale starts.....



















Childhood..the best days of our lives!



















Sisterhood...pure, unconditional and sweet :)











Yin and Yang! :)















A child gives birth to a mother!
















Innocence personified





















Let there be light...always.




















A different perspective
















Best way to remain healthy..go green!
















Sands of time.















Bridge across forever...(inspired from one of my fave books)















Stand the test of time...my many beautiful relationships!

















Sun, sand and sea...my favorite combination





















Let there be Passion and Creativity in our life...always ~















Lets celebrate the landmarks in our lives..
















The only true religion in the world...humanity!















Nature's beauty!















The awakened one...in a reclined pose.





















Gateway to heaven..at the doors of Mangeshi temple.















~Tree of life~








Sunday, November 13, 2011

'Maid' of Honour

Aaah...'Maid' in India, this is one subject which has a timeless appeal to a smorgasbord of Indian women out there and always remain on their lips. Women of all sizes, shapes, colours, whether working, home makers, retired or young students, rich and middle class, will sure vote 'Maids' as the unequivocally the most dear topic to all of us.
The one word which can bring out a gamut of emotions from within us and will always remain an integral part of our inane complaints, feminine woes and heart to heart discussions.
I look around my ilk and sometimes feel that this breed (Maids) has become so indispensable that we women may just be able to live without our family/spouses for few days but we just cant live without THEM for even a day.
If it does happen i.e a day without our maid, it truly takes a toll on our mind, body and 'soul'. Yes, soul too!
No one can really make the 'soul curry' like my maid whips up, its incredibly mouthwatering and addictive too!
Ok..ok, let me not exaggerate here but the truth is surely not far from it.

I have always been wanting to write about this noble but unsung profession amidst us and dedicate a post to the 'maid' of honour in my life but never got around to do it.
But finally the trigger for this post was nothing else but a silly SMS joke I received from a dear friend and it went something like this.
'Guess which is the latest virus to have seized the women in Indian cities off late...... If you don't have this virus, you are truly doomed! Its the 'MAIDS' virus!

It is indeed true! If we don't have them in our lives our life has the ability to spin into a state of disarray and complete confusion.

If my maid reports on time every day, my days run smoothly a la freshly whipped banana smoothie on a pound of fresh out-of-oven walnut cake!
When she does report to work but late, to her it appears that I am forever looking over her shoulder and at times breathing down her neck.

All that notwithstanding, they are truly god's boon to us women kind and can really ease our lives and iron out all our silly worries. They are the best anti wrinkle solution available, better than all the Olays and Ponds of the world.

But alas, just like all good things come with strings attached, they do too.

This ilk needs to be treated with kids gloves and sometimes put on a pedestal too, but at the same time we must understand that they don't need to be worshiped.
They have to be treated as part of the extended family but at the same time not let them enter our personal space.
They have to be trusted and respected and at the same time ensure that the rope is not let too loose.
They have to be given holidays, increments and bonuses like we get but at the same time not allow them job jumps.
We know they are truly indispensable in our lives but cant really show them so.

They are the most hardworking and undervalued breed who get pittance for the work they do. For urban women especially those who go to work they are the biggest stress busters. I can relate to the maids just like any important organ in our body viz. hands or legs. Till the time its working we dont value them but when we get hurt or break a bone we suddenly become acutely aware of our handicap. Its the same with our Maids. When they are around, we really take them for granted but when they are not there our life comes to a grinding halt and take some time to get back on track.

Nothing can give me more stress than when I hear her announce her plans to go on her annual leave. Its more tumultuous than the most stressful situations at my work place. Also, the times when she occasionally falls sick which unfortunately happens to be the same day when we are hosting a party for a bevy of close friends, it sends the shivers down my spine. Its every urban woman's worst horror story.
All said and done, in spite of all her shortcomings and capacity to provide me a few rude shocks, I am happy with my situation because I at least have a maid. When I look around and my friends struggle to find one suitable maid, I think my self fortunate and thank god for blessing me with one. Touch wood!

All in all, MAIDS according to me are the ultimate 'Must-have Aids In our Daily Survival' kit and truly the Maids of Honour!

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Feel good...

Cut to 1 week back.

Its a normal Friday morning at office. I am sitting in my swivel chair with a pen pressed between my lips and wondering deeply about what lies in front of me. Seemingly, I am evaluating the marketing plan for the next 2 months. But covertly, I am staring blankly at the flickering laptop screen, throwing up deluge of numbers and multiple worksheets which are unfathomable.

As I am scratching my head, trying to fathom the excel sheet a strange thing happens. Just like a genie would appear and create magic...poof! in a matter of few seconds my marketing budget numbers suddenly unscramble and transform into, would you believe?..'Dates on the calendar'. Not just ordinary dates but they happen to be the very very appealing dates of our forthcoming Diwali holidays in the coming week - 26th to 30th October 2011. Oh what a coincidence, I say! Or was I just seeing things which I wanted to rather see.

In just a few minutes my feeling of helplessness with the complicating budget figures (Its obvious, I am mathematically challenged!) gave away to a euphoric feeling of joie de vivre.

Absolutely nothing had changed in those last few minutes. I was still sitting in the same chair, same office, breathing the same air (sprayed with lemon freshener)but my mind had done a complete volte face. Here I was, from a typical harried working woman who was antsy and at tethers end was now eagerly looking forward to the Diwali holidays like a kid would in school waiting for his long Diwali chhutti.
After all it was indeed going to be a really long weekend. After Monday & Tuesday it was going to be 5 holidays of "WTF weekend!".
A happy warm feeling overcame my whole being!

And the festivals in India are just that, aren't they?
A source of feel good factor.
Festivals to celebrate goodness, to celebrate the return of our heroes (from mythology), their triumph over evil, worshiping our gods and expressing our gratitude.

But the real feel good factor of festivals for me is because its such a wonderful package of old memories from childhood, happy experiences from the past, gifting and receiving gifts, meeting family and friends, shopping, cleaning home and decorating, making delicacies, devouring them and last but not the least the feeling of hope and positivity all around us.

Cut to now
Its a late Sunday evening and the Diwali holidays have almost come to an end. The feel good factor has suddenly disappeared into thin air and instead, a growing ennui of the fast approaching Monday has seized me completely. After a long weekend of R & R (rest and relaxation)which I wished would never end has now given way to the new R & R (rant and rush).

And then it hit (the stupid)me hard like Arnie's powerful bazooka... Bam!

Just like a week back nothing had changed around me to make me feel suddenly happy in my office chair, so also now, there was no change in reality but just change of my thinking which had brought back the feeling of normal, dreary, boring or whatever you could call of your daily grind.
The feel good that I felt before Diwali and I have been raving about ...was may be real or may be not. It was just Maya ...an illusion!
Just as much is the growing ennui in my head right now due to the soon to dawn Monday.

Thoughts which had changed my perspective of things around.


As they say...We are what we think! So I say, might as well have happy and positive thoughts always (at least try to) as they provide us hope for future and make 'feel good factor' a permanent resident in our heads.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Who am I ?

Away from the urban landscape and in the lap of nature's beauty, 'Who am I ?' is a question I find asking myself suddenly.
Not many times have I put myself in this uneasy place nor have I had time to be there.
A road less traveled indeed!

As the morning sun shows up in the distant horizon, I am walking on a not so beaten path running into the woods and beyond, is what I can see.
A path which leaves behind the soft green grass beneath my feet and the melodious crowing of a rooster receding faintly into the greens.
A path which urges me to listen to my own inner voice and helps me answer a simple question 'Who am I?'...
A road less traveled indeed!

As I attempt to delve deep inside my thoughts for an answer, I realize that this seemingly innocuous question is not as simple as it seems.
But what I find beneath the loud thoughts in my head is that there is so much to discover and waiting to breathe.
In the daily grind of living a life, I somehow forget and fail to read.

A road less traveled indeed!

Within the boundaries created by self and leading a life or so I see, it somehow now occurs to me that there's so much more to achieve and also openly share with thee.

As I come closer to the answer of 'Who am I ?', I realize that I am someone who wants to live life to the fullest, give her best in all her deeds, make a difference to the ones she cares and bravely face life's dares and last but not the least, get over my fears and explore what's unforeseen.

A road less traveled is what I want to take indeed!

Monday, August 15, 2011

Grey Anatomy of an Indian - Part II

Welcome to Part II of 'Grey Anatomy of an Indian'.

To begin where we left off in Part I, let me now introduce you to the other 5 reasons why we Indians are innately grey.

6. Indian Food

When we are talking about the anatomy, can food be left far behind? No, never and more so if its Indian food, we just cant. We are what we eat, they say... so blame it on the food for our grey anatomy, dearies!

You can go all around the world but nothing compares to Indian food. I say this not because I am an Indian but because you can seriously never have enough of it. So much of variety, flavors, aroma, taste, nutrition, creativity and not to forget so deeply steeped in rich tradition.
But what tickles my taste buds literally and figuratively are the cross variations Indian food has on its platter these days to offer to any kind of foodie.

So let me share with you 10 examples of Indian gastronomic delights which will not only leave you hungry and smacking your lips but also confirm the 'grey anatomy' logic.

1. Chinese Bhel puri (I can bet the last puri on my plate that our Chinese brethren wont be able to copy this one for sure)
2. Jain Pav Bhaaji (can you imagine, a Pav bhaaji without the quintessential kaanda/pyaaz...never!)
3. Chinese Dosa ( uh oh..I am imagining a chinese in a half lungi,now)
4. Mc Aloo Tikki (Looks like an American Born Confused Desi)
5. Jain Pizza - (Hmmm... its Mr.Jain posing against Leaning Tower of Pizza..oops Pisa)
6. Jain Chicken (Holy Cow!, you say. I say..Don't rub your eyes...yes it does exist and I have got this one confirmed from few Jain friends themselves. Its a preparation without onions and garlic but with chicken)
7. Chinese Jain cutlets (..looks like Jains and Chinese have some past life connection..how I wonder?)
8. Gobhi Manchurian (Chinese da puttar)
9. Spring Dosa (hmmm! no springing surprise)
10. Idli Manchurian (Aah..we Indian veggies can be so creative, nah!)

I am sure there are many more such hybrid and ingenious culinary delights which exist across India which will qualify the grey taste (or test).
Hope the above 10 menu items either got your tummy rumbling or at least you can now digest the logic of the grey anatomy of an Indian. If this is not enough food for thought then may be you should marinate...oops ruminate over it.


7.
Cleanliness is next to Godliness....but only at home -

I always wonder, how we are so adept as a nation in keeping our homes spic and span but fall so short on keeping our surroundings clean? And mind you, this trait is across all cultures and vultures. Once we step out of our home it ceases to be our responsibility towards being clean in our area and city.
I am sure you have seen many times, occupants of the most plush car throwing out of the windows the greasiest of wrappers, clinky cans and empty plastic bottles with such complete nonchalance. Or have you seen the red spitoons whizz past you with elan. These missiles fly around with so much ease and frequency that sometimes I feel if it ever becomes a competitive sport (like archery) we surely will have enough talent to choose from. They do also land on your kurta, shirt or trousers depending on the colours. Lighter the colour of your clothes, better chance they will have. Its like these red missiles are brand ambassadors of 'Daag acche hain' campaign.
Sartorial inclinations apart, these missiles sure do know what they are up to. They have their 'designs' exclusively for specific wall posters. Have you noticed how the remnants of these drippy missiles always provide a great topping for posters with messages 'Yeha thunkna mana hain' or 'Keep your city clean and green'. Or have you seen how these spittoons will be all over the place except where they are meant to be...in the dust bin that is. (Hmmm..looks like we wont have a chance in this 'competitive sport' as well, after all.)
But now look at the flip side...just look at us when we go abroad on our holidays or business visits. The same breed which throws, spits, litters and does many other disgusting acts in public domain thinks twice before doing the same when out of India. This behavior indeed is a great subject for study material and another example to prove the grey anatomy of an Indian.

8.
Cricket - The only true religion of us Indians

India maybe a country of
- 28 States
- 7 Union Territories
- 18 official languages
- 1000's of dialects
- 1.2 billion people

But its only with Cricket that India comes together...to discuss, debate, dissect, appreciate, criticize, venerate and celebrate with gusto, passion and enthusiasm India's place in the world of cricket.
When it comes to this religion it doesnt matter whether you belong to the haves or have nots, classes or masses, literate or illiterate, urban or rural, city or village, rich or poor...there is an unexplainable phenomena at play which unites the Indians in 1 big happy (when we win ofcourse!) family.
We are a country which looks upto these cricket players, turns them into heroes and sometimes zeroes. We look upto them for inspiration, cheer, team spirit and also as a means of escapism from the daily rigmarole of life.
It may not come as a surprise that we just might know by heart, statistics of India's past matches more accurately than our religious chants/prayers.
Also, I wont be surprised if Indians pray to GOD more religiously when cricket season is on than when it is not.
Prayer No. 1 - Oh God! let Sachin complete his century
Prayer No. 2 - God! Please let bhajji make his hattrick.
Prayer No. 3 - Please GOD, let Dravid stay on and win match for India!
so on and so forth...

When Indians come together to play, discuss or watch cricket you can be rest assured that atmosphere is going to be nothing less than electrifying, deafening and exuberant at the same time.
Little wonder then for all reasons mentioned above, to us Indians, Cricket is not just a game but a religion! And yes, we have 1 common GOD too! (and he goes by the name of Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar).

9. 'Sab chalta hain bhai' attitude, yeh hai India!

I am sure you have heard this phrase a zillion times over and tossed it aside just like any other casual topic which we cant do much about. But think it over, friends. 'Chalta hain' is being reasonable with yourself and being reasonable with others and their actions. If we as an individual and as a nation has to move forward we need to ask questions, be unreasonable, demand, push the envelope and then only we can expect to get the best and be best. The current Anti corruption movement is a case in example. How many times have we in our own life been subject to corruption or also been responsible for corruption. No one I know has been free from a corrupt act whether its giving a bribe to traffic police, buying a film ticket in black, getting a driving license, getting ration card, downloading pirated films or making some home renovations without necessary permissions. Its easy to point finger at politicians (and yes rightfully so) but we need to remember there are 4 fingers pointing back at us as well.

I agree, here we have to pay for everything which is essentially free...right from a birth certificate to death certificate which pretty much sums up how deeply steeped is corruption in our country. With a proper anti corruption system in place it will surely help to stop the rot at the top level where it actually starts and then flows down the ladder. For which I am very glad this movement led by Anna Hazare has happened and opened the eyes of the lakhs of 'Chalta Hai' Indians. Its truly a historic moment and I am sure across the world people will be looking at India very hopefully. No where else have movements with such magnitude of people and apolitical in nature have passed so peacefully which is the really victory of India and Indians.

And I hope this momentum gained in the past many days (12 days)does not go waste and energises Indians to be unreasonable henceforth about anything which is corrupt and also at the same time we spread the positivity around through our own individual actions. Its time we shed this thick skin called 'Chalta Hain' and don a new avatar which 'Makes good things happen".

10. Past perfect but Future Tense...I hope not!

India and its 20 Amazing Historical facts which you may already know but its worth putting down again.

1. India is the world's largest, oldest, continuous civilization.
2. India never invaded any country in her last 10000 years of history.
3. India is the world's largest democracy.
4. India invented the Number System. Zero was invented by Aryabhatta.
5. The World's first university was established in Takshashila in 700BC. More than10,500 students from all over the world studied more than 60 subjects. The University of Nalanda built in the 4th century BC was one of the greatest achievements of ancient India in the field of education.
6. Sanskrit is the mother of all the European languages. Sanskrit is the most suitable language for computer software - a report in Forbes magazine, July 1987.
7. Ayurveda is the earliest school of medicine known to humans. Charaka, the father of medicine consolidated Ayurveda 2500 years ago.
8. India was the richest country on earth until the time of British invasion in the early 17th Century. Christopher Columbus was attracted by India's wealth.
9. The art of Navigation was bornin the river Sindhu 6000 years ago. The very word Navigation is derived from the Sanskrit word NAVGATIH. The word navy is also derived from Sanskrit 'Nou'.
10. Bhaskaracharya calculated the time taken by the earth to orbit the sun hundreds of years before the astronomer Smart. Time taken by earth to orbit the sun: (5th century) 365.258756484 days.
11. The value of pi was first calculated by Budhayana, and he explained the concept of what is known as the Pythagorean Theorem. He discovered this in the 6th century long before the European mathematicians.
12. Algebra, trigonometry and calculus came from India. Quadratic equations were by Sridharacharya in the 11th century.
13. The earliest reservoir and dam for irrigation was built in Saurashtra.
14. Chess (Shataranja or AshtaPada) was invented in India.
15. Sushruta is the father of surgery. 2600 years ago he and health scientists of his time conducted complicated surgeries like cesareans, cataract, artificial limbs, fractures, urinary stones and even plastic surgery and brain surgery.
16. When many cultures were only nomadic forest dwellers over 5000 years ago, Indians established Harappan culture in Sindhu Valley (Indus Valley Civilization).
17. The place value system, the decimal system was developed in India in 100 BC.
18. India is one of the few countries in the World, which gained independence without violence.
19. India is the largest English speaking nation in the world.
20. India is the only country other than US and Japan, to have built a super computer indigenously.

Inspite of such brilliant achievements to our credit in the past its sad to see in today's times, Indians rank 87 out of 178 in the Transparency International's index of corruption in the world.
We have a great history and even greater achivements to our credit in Science, Engineering, IT, Literature, Space in recent times as well.

I hope that we as a nation realise the immense potential that lies within us and it becomes the super power to reckon with in the near future and not flounder on this great opportunity that lies ahead of us.

On this positive note, I end the Part II of 'Grey Anatomy of an Indian'. Hope it has helped to throw light on the grey areas and also helped you to see we Indians in a gre(y)at light.

Friday, August 05, 2011

Grey Anatomy of an Indian - Part I

Yes, the topic name has been very much inspired by the hugely influential work on the subject of human anatomy and also a popular medical drama TV series by the same name. But that's about it, the similarities end very much there. So if you are looking to read about either of those two subjects and draw comparisons, you might as well stop reading further, as this may not interest you at all. And this particular disclaimer is just that - to avoid any reader dissonance you may experience if at all.

Hey...great...i see that you are still on the page and reading further on the blog post. Then there's good news for you...I must say! As you continue reading further on this piece which is in parts a reflection of our daily life and parts opinionated, you might just stumble on something you can identify with as a 'Grey Indian'.

Let me start by sharing what the dictionary says about the word 'grey'.

grey - 7 dictionary results
grey or gray (ɡreɪ)

— adj
1. of a neutral tone, intermediate between black and white, that has no hue and reflects and transmits only a little light
2. greyish in colour or having parts or marks that are greyish
3. dismal or dark, esp from lack of light; gloomy
4. neutral or dull, esp in character or opinion
5. having grey hair
6. of or relating to people of middle age or above: grey power
7. ancient; venerable
8. (of textiles) natural, unbleached, undyed, and untreated

The 'grey' anatomy of an Indian really is a mix of all the above and yet purports to none of the above at the same time. Its nothing but a typical characteristic streak we all Indians innately possess. It is something which reflects in all that we think, we do and experience as a slice of our life. I would like to call what we have is grey because of its very fluid nature, its unfixed and also its all encompassing.

I can sense that the quizzical and impatient look on your face still persists and now I can actually hear you demanding of me what does 'grey' anatomy of an India really means? Hmm....my answer is a simple "Look around and look within you!".
If that has puzzled you even more then let me list down the Top Ten Grey Indian Idiosyncrasies and then let me ask you the same question at the end. My guess is this 'grey' will become more defined. The below top ten list is not in any particular order but much the order of my train of thoughts as I am typing on the QWERTY.

Top 10 Grey Indian Idiosyncrasies

No. 1.
Indian Standard Time (IST) - We all know that it means more than what it really stands for. We Indians take pride in the deeper meaning of IST, sometimes even joke about it and most times even get away using this short abbreviation as a crutch for long excuses. For instance...'Hey.. you were supposed to be here an hour back. What happened to you?' you ask your friend when he/she arrives late...and your friend quickly retorts back...'Arre yaar, you know Indian Standard Time right..it happens!' The matter ends there, no more questions asked.
We are like this only! Sab chalta hain.

Meetings, schedules, appointments, projects...all delayed...why? Blame it on 'Indian Standard Time'. 9 'o' clock meeting starts at 9.30, 11 'o' clock appointment scheduled with client but hey, where's the client?, a team meeting supposed to get over in 2 hours spills over for over half a day and a flight scheduled to land at 5pm is still guzzling fuel mid air (thankfully this has reduced off late). And less said the better of all the projects being executed out there...roads, bridges, airports...list is endless. Its a joke that these projects, scheduled to complete in months run into years and sometimes years into decades. And when they finally get completed notwithstanding the time over runs and cost runs, there are even joyous celebrations. Oh, yes celebrations! Why?.. you ask. Arre...because they got finally completed nah..bas!

Its the Grey Indian anatomy in full force across different levels, cadres, religion, age, financial background, cities and across the country. Nothing is absolute and definitely not certain. Unpredictability is the name of the game, friends. Of course there are few exceptions but only to prove that this rule exists.

2. The Grey (or grated) Indian Roads and road sense (or lack of it)
Much has been already been said, written and re written about the Indian roads... time and again. Not much where I can add my two bits except that its indeed a national 'phenomenace'. Sometimes we are left wondering, if this is what we experience in our cities with so called best-in-class infrastructure amenities, just shudder to think what would be the state of the towns and villages.
With so much stress, frustration, me-first attitude, road rage, colorful language and back breaking bumps experienced on our roads...it wont be a surprise if it becomes the road to perdition for its riders one day.
And coming to the road sense of its denizens, well..what can one expect from the poor souls when the roads itself are the villains of this story. We the denizens are mere victims of fate who play our part of the frustrated, impatient, unruly heroes with full gusto. We don't care 2 horns for the rules or the game. Its my way or highway...hmmm true..but where is the highway by the way?
Coming to the so called rules...a red signal means STOP and a green means GO....right! Well, not really if you are a true blue (correction..grey)Indian. A red signal at most times means cars zipping past you. For we are a breed of 'colour blind' Indians unless ofcourse our Desi Spidey Pandu is lurking behind a pole waiting to spin his web on the naive, Speedy Gonsalves.
Also, what more can be said about the sensuous dance movements of the Indian cars on the roads. Yes, the same place where cars keep changing lanes as if they are going out of fashion. Its a 'u better not come hither' look, then a kiss and finally 'make up' drama at its hilt. The CITY slicker with its swanky gait zooms upto and lightly kisses an alluring DEZIRE on its bum-per and then makes up speed pronto with another sprightly SPARK at the same time. Sometimes he gets a SCORPIO sting in the bargain, other times a CIVIC response (very rare though) and at most times he is in ACCORD with his ilk as they are part of the same tamasha every day. Whether you are A STAR or INNOVA(TER) no one can resist this Indian car-nama.
Its 'Car'pe diem on the road almost always. Seize the day or at times even someone's collar...same difference! Either you attain a ZEN like state and pass through this calmly or you can be assured of a 'Car'diac attack just sitting in your car.
Expect the unexpected from the grey Indians, its in their 'kar'ma.


3. Indian Judiciary -
Everything seems to be grey here...right from the guys who don the woolly hats and hammer 'order, order!' like in hindi movies of yore, to the grey cells for which they are supposed to be revered or the scanty grey patch on their shiny scalp. Thats the grey indian judiciary for you. But hey, theres more...

I am sure you have heard this one before...'You need to be in it first to win it!'
But alas one cant say the same thing when one has to file a lawsuit in this democracy (sadly). One might as well give in before the climbing the steps of this 'Ivory Tower'.
For taking the bold steps up this ladder a la Jack in the Bean Stalk story...either your silk suits need to have deep pockets or if not then these pockets should atleast confine a business card of certain Mr. Mister. Someone who can help you jump the serpentine queue of long forgotten cases or connect you with those who really matter.

But if you are one of the children of lesser god who has never seen a silk suit forget owning one, then forget it... unless ofcourse you are ready to 'go grey' in this system where there is no black or white.

4. Politicians -
Nothing more can be said of the 'greyest' of the lot in the top 10 list where integrity is a question mark and principles completely non existing. Only if they show us their true colours would the denizens of this country know what they really stand for. The somersaults which this breed is given to, one will never know where their loyalties lay....probably where they get royalties from.

5.
The Great Indian Jugaad- One grey area we should be proud of as it originates from Indian sensibilities and has now become a global buzzword in these trying times.

As per Wikipedia, 'Jugaad (also sometimes jugard) literally means an improvised arrangement or work-around, which has to be used because of lack of resources.'
Jugaad also applies to any kind of creative and out of the box thinking which maximizes resources for a company and its stakeholders.
It does have negative connotations to the word - temporary, unstable and quick fix. But one cant take away the fact that its being inventive at low cost and is an Indian way which has now been globally recognised.
Many examples of Jugaad originate from India which include the water-pump engine based vehicle on roads, washing machine which is used to make lassi, Tier 2 and 3 sleeper compartments in Indian railways to make room for more people to enjoy comforts of A/C at lesser costs, making quilts out of old and used sarees and even TATA Nano to an extent is jugaad of engineering which has been much written about as a success story across the world. Who could have thought of a car at Rs. 1 lac in today's times anywhere in the world, but we did it. Also, India is the home of the satchet and micro finance revolution and the biggest user of 'Missed call' and saving air time costs. These are just few of the known examples of how Indians have been inventive and made best available of the resources.

On this note I end my Part I of the Grey Anatomy of an Indian chapter. The other 5 points in the top 10 list will be posted shortly. I am hoping that you are at least half convinced at this point about why we Indians are innately grey. If you have any doubts still about their grey anatomy, I am sure they will get cleared after you read Part II.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Rain, Rain...please don't go away...and come again yet another day!


I was sitting at my office desk jamming hard on the keys of my laptop to complete a long and critical email and then as I moved my gaze away for a moment to think 'what next?', I got half distracted. Looking wistfully beyond the french glass windows of my office I was completely smitten by the beautiful sight which greeted me. The thick clouds had cast their grey blanket cover over the city and the faint pitter patter of rain drops had already started caressing the glass panes announcing the arrival of the city's first rains. The first rains always have the same effect on me, it mesmerizes my senses and then my mind takes a visual flight to a distant land in past and fond memories engulf my senses.

Rains... mean so many irrepressible emotions...gay abandonment, freedom, innocence, pure joy, romance, love, serenity, solitude, thrill, excitement and adventure....

The heavenly sweet fragrance of the first rains when it gets introduced to mother earth yet again ...is something which will linger forever in my memory. Even now it brings with it some long lost memories and the many wonderful experiences of beautiful rainy days of past which engulf me with its cool breeze.

Rains meant something very special as a small kid...a reason to hurriedly rush out from home and thrust into the soothing embrace of the first raindrops of the season just like we greet our much awaited best buddies on their arrival after a long wait.

Rains as a kid meant paper boats...boats set sail from the confines of our tiny hands into the muddy puddles and watching them go bobbing along the whirls of rain water pools. Sometimes surviving the tumult, sometimes going under and sometimes cruising along in synch with the emotions of the eagerly watching kids.
Rains meant gum boots, rains meant new school uniform and new text books being start of the new year at school. Rains meant splashing through puddles and drawing angry looks from adults. Rains meant innocence, mischief and peals of pure laughter. Rains meant raincoats and umbrellas..rains meant school grounds filled with water, rains also meant chutti from school on lucky days when it rained cats and dogs. Rains meant missing school bus and not reaching school on time.
For me, it also meant climbing on Fiat's bumpers and wiping with a pair of deft hands ..the raindrops hanging on the window panes in a single finishing stroke. Also, sometimes losing my balance in that act and falling off the car and breaking bones. Yes..and getting a fracture too!

Rains in college meant picnics, hikes and treks to nearby mountains....enveloped with a lush green carpet and beautiful waterfalls.
Rains meant bunking college and going for movies, having bhutta on the beach.
Rains meant walking along marine drive with someone special and braving the splashing waves of the Arabian sea and getting half wet and half embarrassed.

Rains meant going away on impulse drives with your gang to nearby Alibaug beach, Bushy Dam at Lonavala or Matheran and not to forget, coming back with hoarse voices from all the singing and shouting.
Rains meant bunking college (again!)for no reason and sitting in college canteen and playing antakshari with the whole zing bang, creating ruckus and bringing the college down.
Rains meant cutting chai and hot bhajjias. And if at home, then a cup of warm coffee, a romantic book snuggled with a warm blanket..with soft numbers on the cassette player or an old movie on the VCR.

Rains...Rains..rains...oh so many emotions..and memories of yore, cherished even today.
So today in spite of some days when it decides to go berserk and play havoc with our feelings, cause traffic jams and potholes in our lives...i must say rains....thank you for these wonderful memories..i love you all the same!

Rain, Rain...please don't go away...and come again yet another day!

Sunday, June 12, 2011

A Landmark in my life - Part II

Life is but a series of lessons that we learn at every step. Some lessons are like jumps over small puddles and some like high jumps while some are like steeple chase and some seem like pole vault jumps. While most of them, you prefer to forget or better still they just fade away into oblivion, very few of them tend to leave an impact on you which you carry forever.

Amongst the few lessons that tend to have the stickiness factor (Thank you Malcolm Gladwell for the term) and leave a deep impact on you are the ones which shape you into a new and evolved human being.
The Landmark Forum was exactly one of those few experiences which left an indelible impression on my mind - an eye opener, break through and transformational in nature.

If you have seen the 'Before & After' commercials then this is what Part II is exactly going to be all about.
You must have observed that in most of those cheap, gimmicky Before/After weight loss type of ads, it talks about how Ria, Rupa and Reema shed their excess weight and moved from a bulky 75 kgs built to a slender frame of 55 kgs in just 3 months.
But the central character of this 'Before/After' however is not part of the Ria, Rupa and Reema ilk and is none other than yours truly. Honestly, I did lose weight but not in the real sense of the word. More importantly, I shed a lot of baggage which I was carrying with me till I ‘got’ the Forum, after which I truly felt lighter and free.

Unlike the quick fix weight loss promotions we see on TV/newspapers, which leave us with very little positive and permanent effects, this one I truly believe will be forever.

Before the Landmark, if you had met me, I was a person whose thoughts would typically read like below.
"I am absolutely perfect and I don't need to change anything about me or better still transform".
"My life is just right and I know what I am doing. There can't be a better way to lead life other than this."
"I don't think there is anything amiss or any issue with the way my life is going. It’s just fantastic."
"My family, friends and colleagues are absolutely fine and happy with the way I am so why should I do Landmark or any other transformational course. That's just something for someone who has problems in life. I have no problems at all, in fact I have friends who look up to me for advice."
In short, I was this Ms Know-it-all!!!

And after Landmark, I don't have to tell you, right? But I still will!

My tone has changed dramatically. Not to say that I didn't lead a good, happy and content life before, but my perspective about my own self has undergone a complete U turn. What I am or perceived myself to be, my relationships, my fears and apprehensions, my feelings, emotions and most of all, my language, whether in thoughts or the spoken word, has gone through a sea change and I feel like Christopher Columbus who has just explored a new far away land. In my case of course the new me!


If you have already gone through the experience of stumbling upon the unknown side of you which always existed but not known to you...you would exactly know my situation.
A Eureka moment in your life!

I must say, each person 'gets' the forum differently depending on their past experiences, age, maturity and openness to new concepts. What I have written here is my perspective with my limited understanding from the years spent on the face of the earth.


A Few Lessons Learnt at Landmark Forum worth sharing:

A) Already always listening
Background - We think of ourselves as open and objective, but in fact our approach to ourselves, our circumstances and others is often filtered and even obscured by pre-existing notions/values, by our upbringing, values and past experiences.

For example:
You are in a conversation with a friend or spouse or colleague, exchanging thoughts and words and emotions very animatedly and discussing very openly. (or so you think)
You are having this great dialogue/conversation which is flowing very well between the two of you. But how many times during the conversation have you really, really been listening to what the opposite person is actually saying or trying to say.
Most of the times, aren't we just waiting for the opposite person to stop speaking so you can start giving your views, opinions and thoughts about the subject of conversation. We have already formed this view/opinion about the world based on our past experiences and we think that's the best view of things. And these thoughts cloud our mind so much so, that we are not even listening to the views of the opposite person. Moreover, we don't want to wait for other person to stop talking,we just want to hog the conversation thinking that what we have is the best and the other person has to accept it that way.
That's 'Already always listening' to the thoughts in our mind which is based on our past experiences and not to what the opposite person has to say.

B) Hidden Power of Context
Background -All behavior, all ways of being and acting are correlated to the context(s) from which we live our lives.

For example (The Good Samaritan experiment from the book 'The Tipping point'):
To establish the 'Power of Context' experiment, there were 2 groups formed of students studying theology (study of religion). Both groups were asked to prepare a short, extemporaneous talk on any biblical theme, then walk over to a nearby building and present it. Along the way to the presentation, each student ran into a man slumped in an alley, head down, eyes closed, coughing and groaning. The question was who would stop and help?


To make the experiment more interesting there were some variables introduced.
a) Before the experiment started the students were given a questionnaire as to why they had chosen theology. Did they see religion as a means of personal or spiritual fulfillment.
b) Others were given the parable of Good Samaritan (The popular story of how a traveler who was beaten and robbed and left for dead by the side of the road was overlooked by 2 priests while they were passing by but helped by a man- a Samaritan, member of a despised minority who not only helped him heal his wounds but provided shelter)
c)Some students while they were being sent to the other building were told ' Oh you are late, they were expecting you a few minutes ago." (Basically a hint to make them aware that they are already running late)
While some students were told, 'It will be a few minutes before they are ready for you, you have time but you might as well head now."(A hint to make them know that they have some time at hand)

The experiment was to understand which group of people would stop by and help the destitute lying on the road.
It was interesting to note that the group which was told that they had very little time, literally stepped over the victim as he hurried on his way in spite of the fact that he was told the parable of Good Samaritan, (a story about compassion) before he was sent to the other building.
The words 'Oh you are so late' had the effect of making someone who was ordinarily compassionate into someone who was indifferent to suffering- of turning someone, in that particular moment, into a different person.
That's the Power of Context. What this study is suggesting, in other words, is that the convictions of your heart and the actual contents of your thoughts are less important, in the end, in guiding your actions than the immediate context of your behavior.
In a nutshell, we can stop being judgmental if we understand the context of a person's behavior or background of an event.


C) The Vicious Circle

Background- There is a human tendency to collapse what happened, with the story we tell what happened. The collapsing happens so fast that it is hard to separate the two and we think of them as one and the same. And over time the story we tell ourselves becomes the way it is - the reality we know. It limits what is possible in our lives, robbing us of much our joy and effectiveness.

For example:
Imagine you walking on the road and someone you know from your locality who is also very friendly with you, is walking towards you from the opposite direction. However, as you come closer, that person suddenly decides to cross over to the other side without as much looking at you, forget acknowledging your presence. Leaving you feeling awkward with half a smile left on your face..and a little hurt with this sudden 'turn' of events.
The immediate interpretation we make out of the situation at that time is, he/she has ignored you purposely or he/she may be upset with you over something that may have happened and hence purposely overlooked you.
Now if you look at it objectively, the situation was simple, the person in his/her sheer absent-mindedness must have crossed the road and not even realized the presence of you, who was walking towards him/her. May be he/she was engrossed in his own thoughts/problems, you never know!
But the interpretation of this situation has already been created in your mind and that becomes the reality for you. So every time you both meet, there would be some situations where you will try to find ways to justify that your friend always ignores you and then that becomes a Vicious Circle.

D)Rackets - Pay off and cost

A Racket is an unproductive way of being or acting that includes a complaint that something shouldn't be the way it is. Often, we don't notice that while our complaints may seem justified or even legitimate, there is a certain payoff- some advantage or benefit we are receiving that reinforces the cycle of behavior. At the same time, this way of being has steep costs, whether in our vitality, affinity, self expression or sense of fulfillment.

For example:

In a relationship with your spouse or parents or even a close friend, do you always have a typical complaint which you use to win an argument or get better of a situation? You may be justified in that complaint or it may be legitimate as well, but have you seen that just because you want to win that argument or get some benefit in that short term you invariably use it as a trump card.
What we don't realize is that it very much stifles the relationship and does not help us to take it to the next level of happiness, fulfillment or satisfaction in that relationship. That's why its important to let go off the past, let go of these rackets because only thing that matters is what we choose to be now or choose to see now.

E) Access to being Extraordinary (In the language of Landmark Forum)
"Each of us would like to be extraordinary; to have our lives matter, to excel in the areas that are important to us - our families, our work, relationships, our financial futures. Every day we are presented with the opportunity either to live a 'business as usual' life, or to create something beyond who we've been and what we know. To explore the opportunity that we have to express ourselves individually and fully, to set aside current standards, to question firmly held assumptions, to be at ease no matter what the circumstance and to break and reinvent the mould."

Thank you Landmark!!!

Sunday, March 27, 2011

A Landmark in my life - Part I

Dictionary meaning Landmark : -a significant or historic event, juncture, achievement, etc.

This is it how it goes..a snippet of a conversation between me and my friend some time back....
"Oh...ok, so you are planning to do the Landmark Forum. But why?? Are you going through any problems in your life or at work or something. Isn't it the place where people eventually go to when things go topsy turvy in their life".
Now that was a question I had heard just recently many times over, as soon as I had announced to the world about my intention to do the Forum. As if attending Landmark forum was the most perceptible thing to do ONLY if you hit the most stumbling roadblocks of your life and not because you want to see yourself transformed into a better human being. Which is what it does largely and the real reason for my enrolling.
My reply for the nth time was an indignant "NO" but this time I just didn't care to explain the 'why?'. I was in no mood for any reasoning and also didnt want to temper the bubbles of curiosity which I knew were frothing in my friends' head about the so called imaginary (imagined by her)'problems' in my life.
So with a sadistic glee I just let the conversation die a premature death.

Flashback to 2 months before, where it all started.
'So what is this Landmark forum all about?" an innocent question to my hubby, Ashish when I first heard about it and also his interest in attending the forum. He had mentioned to me earlier that he had heard about it from an ex colleague who had been urging him to attend it and he had been brushing it off like any inconsequential event.

His answer to my question was even more quizzical and left me begging for more answers. All he said was if I needed to know more, I had to attend it personally and there were no easy answers.
Since it all sounded exciting and intriguing, I surmised there must be something in it. Also, its not everyday that my hubby gets interested in something new other than Football, Old cinema, History & Wikipedia(very much in that order). Very difficult indeed to get him hooked on..a complete snob for new interests!

His willingness to finally relent looked liked the proverbial case of the curious cat having bitten him.
So when he told me he was attending the Landmark forum, "So be it, go ahead and attend!" ...I muttered to myself half happy, not that he was asking my expert opinion but I wanted to think so.

Back after 3 days of the intense sessions of Landmark forum when I finally met him, I actually refused to recognise him! It wasn't like he did the SRK makeover act from "Rab ne bana di..." on me nor had he turned into a Mark Darcy from "Pride and Prejudice" and was wooing me on bended knee. But yes, I definitely saw a transformed Ashish..'new and improved' as folks from HLL and P&G claim for all their brands. Forgive the pun, but the reason why I am saying this is, I heard him saying something to me which truly left me drop jaw astounded. And it made me ask him, "Are you alright? Hope you are ok!!!"...when actually I wanted to ask him was "Have you lost it or are you on drugs?" But somethings are better not said especially when they (hubbys')are being nice to you. What he was telling me was what every spouse would love to hear but gets in short dosage typically. He had said those 3 magical words "I love you" and almost in the same breath, "I am sorry!" ...the next 3 magical words again any spouse would love to hear and also gets it in small doses. Well...all I did was soak in the moment and enjoy the warm fuzzy feeling as they say which accompanies these golden words..wishing that the minutes of this conversation turn to hours and more. It was too good to be true..like a typical ' I had to pinch myself' situation. After hearing those magical words, its anybody's guess that what followed was mere shaking of head and a stunned absent minded acknowledgment from my side to what he was saying... when inside I was still reeling under the wave of emotions which had welled up out of the blue.
As I was gathering my wits and absorbing every word that was leaving his jaw, the coup de grace that sealed the conversation was "I think you must also experience the Landmark forum. Its good you know."

With these words of his, I came back into the real world.
But I just left it at that, least bothered about his last statement. I accepted this to be one of my good days not to come again so soon and expecting to see the real Ashish again the next morning...sober, practical and not fuzzy like the previous night.


But surprise surprise! The facade had not slipped and what I thought was going to be a dream run ..was actually a full marathon. 1, 2 , 3, 4.....10 days...2 weeks passed but it was still going strong. And then I was eventually convinced that it was not just a facade he was wearing but a real transformation. And mind you, it wasn't just words but actions as well.

By then I had also heard a lot of new terms in those many days BE COMPLETE, RACKETS, STRONG SUITS etc which were new to me but equally mysterious. Even though they sounded like the simplest of words, I was sure they had a deeper meaning which I was looking to unravel and that too at the earliest.

Cut to present....
The day had arrived and I was going to attend my Landmark forum. I had been, in the past couple of months, looking forward to this day after having witnessed the positive after effects on someone dear who had attended it.

What was in store for me? I didnt know. But I was ofcourse ready for a myriad of experiences - high and low, revelations, discoveries and looking into the unknown dark places in my mind which I never knew existed.

End of Part I

Monday, January 17, 2011

Birth of Innocence

Dear Masoom Pears,
There's a popular saying which goes like this, 'A child gives birth to a mother' and when I heard it for the first time I wondered what it meant and scoffed at the possible meaning. Years later now having experienced the joys of motherhood, there cant be a truer statement than that in my life.
Having Anvita in my life now, has transformed me totally and made me realize the strength and true meaning of this phrase. Her innocent questions, angelic smile, her pure laughter and gentle touch, her sweet face and all of that makes my day truly complete just being with her.
At 5 years she is a complete live wire, vivacious, witty and bundle of energy. And true to her name which means 'The one who bridges the gap', she always makes new friends wherever she goes and also stays in touch with them.
Being all that its not a surprise that she loves to go and out and play with friends every evening, run around and on bad days end up with scratches and bruises. One of those bad days when she had bruised herself and was back home early she happened to see the Masoom Pears soap TV commercial when her grand parents were watching TV. She was totally fascinated by the jingle and the mother-daughter relationship shown in it. So when I returned home from work that day she immediately ran to me and with tears welling up in her eyes she showed me her bruised elbow and through her sobs she insisted that I give her a bath with Masoom Pears soap only. I asked her why Pears? She told me that she had seen the ad on TV and now she wanted to have bath with Masoom Pears from then onwards. When I heard her tell me her innocent reason, I almost had tears in my eyes. She said that she also wanted to have as much fun while having bath like the little girl in the ad did with her mamma.

Rest they say is history...Anvita has got a new friend, Pears soap and as regards me, I have been hooked onto Pears soap thanks to Anvita my dearest daughter, who true to her name has bridged the gap between us and Pears in her Masoom way.

Thank you Pears for helping Anvita enjoy her bath everyday.

Warm regards,
Anvita's mamma, Aparna