The saga of a beautiful change
Since time immemorial the make up of my living room was pending … though the intentions were always there but for some reasons it just wasn’t happening! And the walls of the living room along with the basic furniture had succumbed to cribbing and talking negative about me for not giving them any time nor making any increment in their looks … almost like we all do for our jobs!
Now after a week’s running around the furniture shops, handloom houses, tailors and several visits to ATMs I can feel some positivity coming towards me from the adorned walls and newly cushioned chairs. The walls have made friendship with the windows wanting to share the hue of the new curtains which are now beautifully adorning them and the windows want to reciprocate to ensure they get the good view of the beautiful colorful landscapes the walls now have accessorizing them!
If this isn’t for beginning of new relationships, wait till I tell you what the old wood has to say for the new entity that has now joined them. The old chairs seem to have got a new lease of life or as they say a fresh breath of air has come in their life … the pair of the new chairs is nothing less then a pair of handsome suitors for them! They just can’t take their eyes away from them. All they want to do is being paired with them and be the one who matches them with their feminine beauty.
Joining the wood and walls are the doors … they just can’t seem to get enough of the violet curtains which now drape them … with their semi transparent look and style … the doors don’t know what to hide and what to share! They are simply speechless …
Same is the story for the old upholstery … its in awe of the new pieces which are all in different shades of purple and pink and match the soft and glowing light of the tall and lean lamp shade at every step!
There is a different aura to the entire place … at some points screaming power which purple gives while at some places it goes all feminine and soft which pink leaves wherever it has the reach. For me the feeling is a mix one … it heartens me to have such conversations going in my living room … of new hope, of new beginnings, of curiosity, of jealousy, of love! This gives me some more ‘Hope’ that all that we want does come to us even if it seems a little unreachable and highly unrealistic at times. It also reiterates ‘vision is more effective then planning’. But the thought that is surely a winner is ‘nothing comes to us unless we are determined and willing to give every thing we have as the price for what we want to have in our life’.
eAT pRAY lOVE
Finished reading ‘Eat pray love’ by Elizbeth Glibert
First two parts are fine but in the third one the charm goes way for some reason … almost as if the author herself lost interest while writing and so the text does not touch you at all (in retrospect … maybe the pray part is so strong that it outshines everything else!)
The first part concentrates on the eating and just being … the entire experience can be summed up in Bel Far Niente – ‘the art of doing nothing’. The art of just being and not doing anything at all … it’s an interesting concept – and would be fun if one can do it and has the resources for the same.
The second part is the one which impresses me the most. It is all about praying and really praying not just doing some religious mumbo jumbo. I liked the way she tries to connect with GOD and how she actually comes by GOD. The description of various techniques of meditation – breathing, vipasana, silence etc is the ‘real’ thing in the book … her experiences with meditating and all that happened as a result is worth reading the whole lot of elaborated thoughts.
My personal favorite is the instance when she decides that she will be the silent and sober person rather she thought she will like to act like that and then ironically is given the job to be for meeting all new guests. She is asked to be the key contact person for the new lot to ensure that everyone is taken care of. This brings an abrupt end to her idea of being the silent and sober one but nevertheless she enjoys the experience and realizes her true calling is not being silent but being the catalyst to connect people through her friendly demeanor and multi cultural exposure. This makes her realize that sometimes even we do not know what we are capable of but there is always a bigger scheme of things and there every person has a fixed role.
The fact that sometimes we are bent on doing things just because we think we are made for that and then suddenly things change and we are thrown in to a totally different track and we realize we can only fool ourselves and that supreme power above somewhere knows when we are way off the track and when the course needs to be corrected.
I identify with it completely. No mater how wise we think we are … sometimes we are totally on a tangent and then something or some one just kicks us back in to the right orbit.
Also I realized that the author herself changes during this time … her ramblings which were at the extreme in the first part slow down … she is more focused. Where in the first part she was all over in this part there are strong lines in her thought and writing and thus more clarity for herself and for the reader.
The third part is completely lost I can’t remember much of it … it’s like the open ended thing, where there are no lines and no emotions. For some reasons it just dose not touch or make you want to read anything. It’s almost as if she lost interest and wanted to finish the book somehow. The abrupt end testifies just that.
All in all the book is good and has given me the following
- Made me meditate again … after many years altogether
- Once again ignited the need to seeRome… and travel once more
But it also made me question … for all my independence do I have it in me to travel alone … go out and be on my own … duno have no answers right now
It all begins with a song
Once again the bug is biting … to write write and write
The days are same the nights are same too… what comes in between is changing or rather keeps on changing
Weekdays are boring and weekends are mostly a mix of hectic and relaxing
This past weekend was a date with Mohito Chouhano – the new king of melodies and soft romantic humming’s -the weirdo from the land of mountains and lush greens
In simple words attended Mohit Chauhan concert, who, if had shared one more anecdote of Himachal Pradesh the HP tourism would make him the brand ambassador (or may be he is already one!)
Anyways … it was good …the venue was Sri fort once again … the good ambience, the better managed crowd, the awful coffee and grub looking bhelpuri … the place is fast becoming home to me … with more than 5 -6 concerts in the past couple of months thanks to my sister working in 104 fever fm and hosting Fever Unplugged series
The songs were good … but the selection could have been a little better or maybe it’s like the sweet addiction the more u have the more you want. Dooba Dooba was best and the first runner up place went to tumse hi from ‘JAB WE MET’ … a musically soothing evening …
THE REGISTERS
A few months back … came across some old papers in Aligarh … these were papers from old Diwali Registers.
Some were very old … dating back to 1950’s … the paper was white and almost to the point of tearing out if not handled with care!
The entries were very different in all of them …. Where some were written in brief … some others were way too detailed!
Before you loose interest let me tell what I am talking about … there is a tradition or atleast there use to be a tradition in my family, that every Diwali the entire family would get together, do the Diwali pooja and after that sit down together to write down all the important events of the past year in a register. The events like marriage, birth, death and any other thing considered important would be noted in the ‘Register’ and then all those who were present would sign in it. The register would then be kept back in the cupboard only to be taken out next year.
Over the years people in my family went on doing this … leaving a lot of history behind … of people – of family. In some case some visionary family members have also written about the economic and political situation of the country, prices of basic necessities, any big calamity that might have hit India or any other country! Bad crops good crops feature majorly in all the entries.
But for past few years this tradition got lost somewhere … at least in my house (now the erstwhile family has got scattered all around the world) …
As I was going through some of the papers of these registers of our family history and also history of culture, country and society … I just felt like starting it all over again … and so this time … I intend to start the old age tradition once again … with Holi … and hopefully do it every year in and around Holi.
Some more history needs to be made!
Will keep posted how it goes …
Right to Education
Right to education … the buzzword everywhere! Newspapers, online journals, conferences, seminars, research papers everywhere… it’s only RTE!
Yet if you ask anyone … he/she may not be able to give a clear idea as to what is RTE … and why and how would it affect our country … our education system
I myself have done one conference (in professional capacity) on RTE and am currently working on a white paper on the same. But every time I look at the document and the current media glare that its generating it leaves me stumped!
Theoretically, the RTE act just says that all children between age 6-14 should get education free of cost. This in itself is under scrutiny as the age group is being said to be limited in its scope and not inclusive. Nevertheless the simple mission of the act is to make getting education a fundamental right … a right which if violated can be contested in court and thus has to be adhered to by all and one.
This is a basic primitive act and no one in their right sense should have issues with it. To take it a little back, India for centuries has been famous for its education and knowledge legacy. Written evidences from hundreds of years and even before show the importance education was given and the respect it garnered from the entire world. Foreign travelers who have visited India at various points in time in past have all marveled at the richness of India in knowledge, education and cultural heritage. The famous examples of Gurukuls where children were sent for education find mention in greatest epics of all times- Ramayana and Mahabharata.
These gurukuls were the centres of education and innovation and acted as the hub of knowledge. In a country with past such as this an act to make education compulsory is ironic.
But a look at the history and the number of times our country had to face hardships both financial and cultural in nature, this does not come in as a surprise!
The RTE which finally became an Act in the year 2010 is but a beginning of a process of making the corrections and acknowledging that education is considered important enough to be put in as a fundamental right.
Since the time RTE has been made an act and in fact even before that it has been facing the irk of all and sundry. Though all sectors of the country came in to applaud the act and its implications but that was momentary. Ever since the act was released along with model rules, they have been under scanner. As more and more people are going through it, more and more issues are being pointed out … media is making everything public, discussions are making every other issue in education small and non significant.
The problem is not the ‘fundamental right for free education to all’ rather the rules and laws that will need to be implemented to make this a reality.
How it looks at the moment is that the model rules that have been prepared along with the act have been put together with little or no research and studies. A large number of the provisions of the act are such that they can not be scaled up for a country of our size.
Then one of the major shortcoming is lack of clarity on the act – its provisions, its governance, its implications, its monitoring.
Add to it the lack of awareness and advocacy and the act touted as one of the most ambitious act of its kinds assumes a status between being a mystery and an enigma.
This is exactly how people are looking at it … for every few days someone questions an aspect of education system and the question mark lands on RTE Act. For every thing to do with education comes under this act. So the common man who has not yet understood RTE becomes even more apprehensive, anxious and negative about the Act after reading newspapers. Whereas in all probability the issues being raised have been present even before the act came in to being.
This in no terms means that the act is perfect … it just implies that there is more to it and RTE is just a tool to improve the education system. Infact instead of thinking and assuming and looking at RTE as something new and alien, if only we look it at as a strategy to streamline all that has been happening in the education field – as a tool to make some deadlines and push the stakeholders to commit more and strive harder for better educational services – as a blueprint of the steps needed to make education a necessity rather then a luxury.
Once RTE is looked at from this point of view it will probably be easier to comprehend, understand, support and implement. Needless to say that devil does lie in details and for RTE to become a success, one needs to look at the provisions and model rules in totality and with a clear view to the final objective.
Bengolism
Being a UPiete, W Bengal was always only a far away state on the map. Adding to the ignorance was the firm opinion of my mom that all Bengolies are quarrelsome and so good to be avoided. She had her own reason and I never questioned her like so many others of her diktats.
So to me the connotation of the word ‘Bengoli’ was very limited. Infact I had only one meaning and one reference – Bengolies celebrated something called Durga Puja every year and we were forced to see it at least once at a residential colony with the name ‘Durga Baari’! My memories of this are very vague – and all I can remember is the crowd and chaos. I am talking of my teenager days and like any other teenager I was totally disinterested in going anywhere even least crowded … so it was a complete pain and I would try and avoid it as much as possible. But parents have to do some things and I am thankful that in spite of tantrums I was exposed to many things and the yearly ritual visit to Puja Pandals was one of them!
But to be honest, it’s only in the recent years that the ‘Bengolism’ has become more real to me. Thanks to some Bengoli Friends, I have now been exposed to all Bengoli Things … from rituals … dress sense … nature … eccentricities … must for bengoli things … their shortcomings … sharp intellect etc .
If this wasn’t enough, some more bengolism was rubbed on to me once I joined what can be easily termed as a Bengoli Organisation – a company with strong Bengoli domination … CII!
To me, the most startling feature of the Bengolies, other then their big round bindi and the beer belly paunch is their ‘community bonding’. In all my interactions with Bengolies – community bonding comes across very strong – and it is most evident during Puja. Infact, Puja further strengthens this bonding. The way each and everyone participates in the puja – devotes times for practicing - for shopping gifts for everyone - for decorating and managing the pandals is a case study of sorts in itself – of participatory management! More so coz the story of crabs in a jar not letting anyone getting out is so often compared to the bengolies!
But none of this shows during the puja - when all come together and work towards one aim of having the best Puja Pandal - or when they sit together for Khichdi and Sabji or preparing for the ‘Gaan’ for the cultural evening. There is no evidence of any markings of economic status or any other differentials playing a role.
Yet another factor which plays a huge role in this bonding is their language! Unlike the North Indians who all have more or less a same root language, Bengolies have a distinct language – a unique communication tool! No matter which part of the country they may come from – their language binds them instantly – not leaving any scope for awkward silences and the connection is usually emotional and the same as that of a long lost friend found in a distant place. Language further adds to the community bonding as everyone who can’t speak Bengoli automatically gets side tracked.
Thus even in today’s social media dictated world where Facebook and Twitter are acting as the great leveler, it’s quite possible to find two bengolies connecting solely with “Ki Holo”
Bottom line – While my exposure and interest has risen considerably and Durga Puja has become a regular in my festival calendar also, I envy Bengolies …
- For your ability to speak /catch more languages (Oriya, Assamees to name a few)
- For your respecting demeanor towards women and giving more important to Goddesses
- For your community bonding
And above all for your strong culture … hail Bengal!
