Sunday, May 26, 2013

The power is yours!


Yes, I used to watch captain planet when I was a kid :)

Every problem on earth is because of one thing - power. People want power. They don't want the admiration of others or money or any of the thousand other reasons that we think of. Most problems boil down to an individual's or a group's thirst for power. Power over land, power over money, power over other lives. 

The medium they choose to establish power has changed over the ages but the intention has remained the same. Humans seem to have an innate nature to move towards inhuman practices. So much so that I sometimes doubt whether "being human" is even part of our nature - it is probably a state that we always strive to achieve.

In the olden days, power used to be the ability to procure food. Later, it was more about providing food and providing protection from enemies. Later, humans became more "civilized" and power was vested in the hands of those who provided salvation from sins. Those who bargained with God on your behalf. Those who created heaven and hell and got you a place in either of the places depending upon how you fared in their estimation. After that, it was in the hands of the orators and mesmerizers like Hitler. They made people turn a blind eye to mass murder, plunder and misery. They encouraged them to nurture their selfish nature. It is evident from how many involved in the large scale butchering of lives called the second world war reminisce (sometimes with a nostalgic smile) about those days when they mercilessly stole from a person while sending him/her to death in the gas chamber.

Now, it is wealth. If you are rich, you get subsidies. If you are poor, you get free poison to remove yourself from the equation. All over the world, people are fighting merciless corporations to survive. We somehow seem to have got this idea stuffed into our brains that automation is the one solution to all problems. 

Automation is good, but it does not always have to mean removing people from the picture. Tools must be used only to enhance human efficiency. Not to replace it. That is the only way to maintain some kind of balance of life on earth. When we remove living beings from a process, it ceases to help life. Period. The false efficiency that we see when we remove people from a process is going to come at us hundredfold and hit us hard. So hard that we cannot stand up again. 

Look what we have done so far! Medicines save lives, but polluting our natural resources, and then creating medicines to control the damage we caused, and trying to profit from that is outrageous. Educating our children to become worker bees rather than creators - that is another great mistake of ours. It is not too late yet. Let us wake up. 

Let us walk that extra stretch instead of taking the motor vehicle. Let us boil water and drink instead of buying packaged water. Let us peel that fruit and consume fresh juice instead of drinking soda (A friend rightly said, "Why would anyone pay and put CO2 into their body when it is throwing it out every minute?"). Let us pay some extra money and buy organic food - it will save our posterity a lot of expense. Let us bring back the kitchen garden concept in our own little way. Let us not rush to the hospital or pop some pill for headaches and colds - ask your grandmother for a natural cure. Teach that to your children. I am doing most of these, and trying to do the rest.

Let us come up with ways to connect back with nature. Let us let other lives live. Let our children live in homes surrounded by gardens, animals and birds with pure air to breath in the future, instead of living in concrete jungles with dark colored jump suits as predicted in sci-fi movies.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

The Artist Shrugged


This is attempt number  2 of the same experiment that I tried in my previous post. I wrote whatever sentence came to my mind. No editing, absolutely. I did not plan on any plot, no ending in mind. This is just to see what I can come up with by letting my mind go free. This is fun!

Artists are said to be miserable people. Angry, anti-social, unhappy and all those sad adjectives. Are miserable people capable of producing art? Are they angry because of their art or are they angry in general? I don't know but this post is not about that.

Michelangelo woke up one morning. He decided he is going to make a statue. He took his mallet and started chipping away a block of marble. He did not use any miniature model for reference. He wanted spontaneity. His hands were used to the pressure of holding a mallet and hitting it against the hard marble for hours. His eyes were acclimatized to seeing only white color for most part of the day...and night. After all, white has all the colors in it, right? His eyes were technically not missing out on anything.

He was trying to shape the curly hair of the man..err..woman..err he had not decided that yet. Spontaneity  remember?

That is when it happened. *Thud* He turned just in time to miss the heavy object falling from above. It just missed his elbow and crashed down. It was a piece of the ceiling. One more piece fell down. Another. And another. More and more. He then looked up. The building was collapsing. He saw this huge building crumbling down.

A terrorist attack, he thought. 

No no, that is not until a few centuries later.

What now, then?

Oh, the other "family". The enemies of the Medici. (I would like to point out to the readers, it is spelled like Medikki but pronounced like Medichi. Remember Rachel's interview scene in Friends? Gukki...Goochi...Gucci..he he!)

He picks up the statue and runs with the mallet and chisel in his other hand. The stone is heavy. Thankfully, he had picked a relatively small piece of marble to experiment on spontaneity.

After a few days, the carnage had subsided. His patrons were alive, which guaranteed his life too. He decided to resume his experiment. He had shaped the nose rather bluntly. So he decided to make it a baby's statue. He was just going to give it finishing touches. 

One of his assistants came along hesitantly and asked Michelangelo to check his progress on a boring piece of work commissioned by a wealthy merchant who always paid in time and had the worst taste in Florence social circles. Michelangelo said, "don't bother me, idiot! Don't you see I am doing something?"

His assitant got flustered and dropped his pallet. It hit Michelangelo's right leg by mistake before hitting the ground. Michelangelo's face turned the color of the blood that was spilled a few days ago in the city. He said "Idiot!" and banged his mallet with irritation. 

*Bang*

The statue cracked in the middle. The blunt nose was now two tiny tunnels with one curved side and one flat side. So much for spontaneity.

"Well", Michelangelo shrugged. "What did you expect from me other than anger? Aarrgh!"

Friday, January 18, 2013

Power play


This post is an exercise I tried out just now. I wrote whatever sentence came to my mind. No editing, absolutely. I did not plan on any plot, no ending in mind. This is just to see what I can come up with by letting my mind go free. I enjoyed it.

She opens her eyes. The chandelier is going to fall down. The bear yawned. On TV  Oh no, it is the actor who resembles a bear. A dog barks in the street. The aroma of fresh filter coffee decoction tugs her nostrils. She closes her eyes again.

The chandelier goes back up. It is just swinging on the elastic rope that connects it to the ceiling. A lone spider is spinning a web on it. How on earth does the eight legged fellow get any sleep, she wonders. She goes back to sleep.

The AC sputters and goes off. Power cut time. Ugghhhh, she groans, rolls over and gets up from bed. Ambles down the hall to brush her teeth. She is all fussy about it like this: "I have to wake up, walk all this way, open the tap, squeeze tooth paste, put it on the brush, and brush. Twice. Why god, why me?!" First world problems in the third world. That is how confusing the situation is in the country.

Newspaper. No. This is not 1990. Facebook. Twitter. Gmail. Whatsapp. Checked. Coffee consumed. Off to bed again. No, 2 more hours before power comes. Cha.

Goes to the veranda. Vegetable vendor lady passes by, shouting "Keeraiiiii". A man cycles by, shouting "Pazhaya paper!". A kid bumps into an uncle's scooter. Uncle is raising his voice and calling upon all gods in heaven and all devils in hell to lend some sense to the kid. The smirks and runs off after bestowing a kick to the rear of uncle's scooter. Uncle drives away, his shouts over the engine's roar still lingering in the entire street's ears.

Eyes on the clock. Not even an hour down. The balcony offers time pass activities similar to those offered by the veranda. One hour passes. One more hour to go. She checks the mobile. Charge available. It is 10 AM. She mentally eliminates areas without power cut and shortlists ones likely to suffer a power cut now. Besant Nagar. Ok. Now the list is sorted and prioritized  based on the ability of each of her friends in those areas to sleep in spite of the sweat during a power cut and the degree of boredom or irritation they are capable of producing. This exercise takes only 2 minutes for her practiced mind.

She places a call. 

"Hey power cut here. 40 minutes more for it to be up again."

"I know. It is total shutdown today. It will be back up only at 5 PM."

She knows this friend is always a harbinger of bad news. Now if power does come back in 40 minutes, it will be "hence proved" that the friend is a liar. If it doesn't she is bad luck. She goes back to the veranda and sulks.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Happily ever after. Not.


All this harping about family and friends. Yes, they are all important. But you know what, I realized one thing. Only you will remain with yourself forever. No one else does. Not even your dog or your favorite dress. If something remains with you longer than normal, then it is not the same. The dog is old, the dress is tattered.

I never got this really. I am not sure I still get it deep down. I have realized it but I guess it will take a lifetime to understand and get used to it. I partly blame the stories we listened growing up for making this so hard to live with. The fairy tales always end with people living happily ever after and all glowing and gooey. In real life - the only gooey thing is the gondhu(gum) in TVS nagar post office. So henceforth, fairy tales are going to be changed, with a touch of normalcy.

So Cinderella got her Prince Charming and they got married. They lived happily in the castle, but not ever after. No. They fought over his hunting with friends and her preoccupation with their kids. They threw plate at each other in their imagination. And then they made up. And one day one of them died. The other probably died a few days or years afterward, wondering what went wrong with the "ever after" part.

Snow white and the prince married and lived happily, for a while. She took a bite from so may other free apples and fell asleep, vomited and coughed up bunny rabbits, all of which the prince had to remedy. And then the prince went about looking for an apple that would make her hate apples. And then one day, she ran away to a land far far away with apple orchards.

The frog turned to a prince and married the princess. After many years of bliss, they got into an argument and walked around the palace arguing. They reached a well and the prince tried to kiss the princess to stop arguing. But she had turned into a frog now. No one knows what happened after that.

These are just a few of the fairy tales we have heard as kids but you get the drift, don't you? If you have kids, make sure you tell them a normal story. Don't raise their expectations in life. It is one thing to be positive and another to be misleading. You know it is just a fairy tale. The child, or its sub conscious mind does not.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

The philosophy of coolness



Generally, normal people are ignored. And then there are some cool people who don't care about what others think about them. They also don't care about their impact on others. They are cool like that.

Today, since I am feeling like a normal person and because I am generally jobless, I pondered about coolness.

Let me declare now that I am not a cool person. There are so many people who will vouch for that. So, like all uncool people, I have a curiosity about cool people. As a result of my "deep thinking", I came up with some findings. This is purely based on a very limited sample space comprised of personal examples of people who have been declared cool by others.

1. Cool people do not use formal language or ordered lists (I just did that. Hence proved, I am not cool).
2. They talk anything in front of anyone and do not care about anything. They are free spirits.
3. They have more than 400 friends on Facebook.
4. They can spend as much as they want, and do crazy stuff which is popular, like shouting bad words in public.
5. They like Russell Peters.
6. They talk to anyone and everyone and always smile. This part makes me wonder whether they had plastic surgery on their face. How can people keep up a fake smile for so long?
7. They hate routine of any kind. They sometimes do not brush because that would break the "normal" routine.
8. Being responsible is being boring, according to them.
9. They will rush over, shake your hand and talk as if you are the most important person in the world. The next moment they are gone and sometimes don't even recognize you the next day.
10. They are not attached to anything. I am not going to elaborate on this point.

The one important lesson I have been forcefully taught is that one must always be careful while dealing with these folks. But that is what we normal folks never do. And this is my philosophical derivation for the day.