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To,                                                                                                                                                                                                                        12-11-2011

My Dearest Pen-Pal,

Dear PP,

How have you been.  Was  just ruminating about stuff that I had a conversation  with a friend during the warm dry afternoon.

Among others we were discussing the diversity of cultures in our individual environments that we were brought up in. Mostly trying to prove each others superiority over the others. Food, literature, way of life were some of the things we discussed.

Information is available  in plenty,  and as i looked beyond the brick wall that lined the house across the window i wondered whether information prepares you for the real thing. Having it does make one superior in today’s world, but in science it can lead to an  overload and more often a distraction. wondered whether information provides the individual the GPS to deal with day to day existence.

Made me wonder how we, though different, make our way to various parts of the world, yet retain our roots wherever we go, and yearn for things to resemble and experience home.

Love E

The year that was

Dear PP,                                                                                                                                                                                                         04-01-2012

As the year closes and I plan my trip to Sydney for the close of a beautiful year,  I reminisce a few of the events that were a part of my life this year. Ofcourse some hair loss, or more so a lot of hair lost in the battle to save them, braving nail biting cold (with friends making it a point to tell me how weak I was and that they have suffered much worse). It was a good year, for myself and for those around. The worst or the best part was the speed with which it passed by.  This was the year I perfected my chicken curry, from the meat being partially uncooked to it being extremely well done, from the spices having been fried less to all the nitty gritty, I have experimented with it all, with help from my darling motu. Motu was the taster, but mind you motu never goes near non-vegeterian food.

As in life struggle, joy and hope were all sprinkled to make the year a bitter sweet experience.  As I arrived in Australia the state of Queensland was going through its worst flood in decades, many lost homes, loved ones and insurance cover. A few months later the Christ church earthquakes and the Japanese nuclear disaster.

Dooms day sayers  had a field day this year with scares and movies all depicting the end as being near. But little do they realize the bible verses clearly state that “1 Thessalonians 5:2-4 (NIV) for you know very well that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night.”without fore warning. But who reads the bible or any scriptural text.

The grand finale was the fireworks at Sydney, harbor bridge with Motu and friends where new year will be celebrated the first, fire works and the lot to make known the coming of the new year.

Lessons learnt this year:

Life is a rudderless boat, you have to deal with the fact that a plotted course may or may not work all the time, its exciting and unnerving at the same time

You cannot chose the people who enter your life, but you can chose whether or not they stay (old but a lot of experience attached to it)

That coffee from Baristas are have a reason to be there

One mans loss is anothers opportunity

That if you want to change people, you just have to hurt them.

The Americans are just taking moral responsibility for the wrongs that the world perpetuates

Its oft better to be alone and indecisive than to follow the wrong leader

Regards

E

to PP

Dear PP,

I just made a statement to a friend that her spectrum of good and bad are more black and white and have little or no shades of grey.  Another friend I asked his definition of good and bad and where and how absolute they were, seems he had shades of grey in his sense of good and bad

On that note I would like to delve more clearly into the reaches of what we define as good and bad and what governs our sense of  it.  I currently live in a society where marriage is not essential for a person to be together and have offspring, in the Indian context that would be taboo and would be looked down upon.

Having said that it brings me to what we base our set of good and bad on. Is it scripture, or is it upbringing.  Most religious text dictate a way of life or a way of discipline to life as it may. It rightfully states that which we must believe and practice and in the lives of many is a governing principle for their children. Although children hold their parents sacrosanct and have little regard for the original basis from where their values came from, or is what seems to me.

Though, although we have a set of scriptures that governs life and how we live it, society has an acceptance of and a different interpretation of good and bad. Many a times times governed by polity and the elite, with consideration for the majority. Other practices have come into existence through a mélange of different cultures. I guess more of a reason why people travel to India, to redial their compasses to the right co-ordinates.

Life as it may seem has given a broad spectrum of grey when it comes to good and bad, and our perception of it.  Having said that it brings to fore whether each individuals perception, of reality and what we are groomed by. It brings to fore that which governs all thought, in its most primordial form.  It tends to reason out who we are and where we are going and what makes us the people we are or  hope to be. It is what a father or a mother tell their children to do and not to do. What is termed ok and what is taboo. The does and dont’s that society wants us to know in order to buy and consume their products.

Let me explain further, as explained very rigidly for a photograph to have quality it must have 18% grey.

regards

E

Dear PP,                                                                                                                                                                                                         04-01-2012

As the year closes and I plan my trip to Sydney for the close of a beautiful year,  I reminisce a few of the events that were a part of my life this year. Ofcourse some hair loss, or more so a lot of hair lost in the battle to save them, braving nail biting cold (with friends making it a point to tell me how weak I was and that they have suffered much worse). It was a good year, for myself and for those around. The worst or the best part was the speed with which it passed by.  This was the year I perfected my chicken curry, from the meat being partially uncooked to it being extremely well done, from the spices having been fried less to all the nitty gritty, I have experimented with it all, with help from my darling motu. Motu was the taster, but mind you motu never goes near non-vegeterian food.

As in life struggle, joy and hope were all sprinkled to make the year a bitter sweet experience.  As I arrived in Australia the state of Queensland was going through its worst flood in decades, many lost homes, loved ones and insurance cover. A few months later the Christ church earthquakes and the Japanese nuclear disaster.

Dooms day sayers  had a field day this year with scares and movies all depicting the end as being near. But little do they realize the bible verses clearly state that “1 Thessalonians 5:2-4 (NIV) for you know very well that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night.”without fore warning. But who reads the bible or any scriptural text.

The grand finale was the fireworks at Sydney, harbor bridge with Motu and friends where new year will be celebrated the first, fire works and the lot to make known the coming of the new year.

Lessons learnt this year:

Life is a rudderless boat, you have to deal with the fact that a plotted course may or may not work all the time, its exciting and unnerving at the same time

You cannot chose the people who enter your life, but you can chose whether or not they stay (old but a lot of experience attached to it)

That coffee from Baristas are have a reason to be there

One mans loss is anothers opportunity

That if you want to change people, you just have to hurt them.

The Americans are just taking moral responsibility for the wrongs that the world perpetuates

Its oft better to be alone and indecisive than to follow the wrong leader

Regards

E

P.S                Hope yours was as good as mine!

12-11-2011

To,

My Dearest Pen-Pal,

Dear PP,

How have you been.  Was  just ruminating about stuff that I had a conversation  with a friend during the warm dry afternoon.

Among others we were discussing the diversity of cultures in our individual environments that we were brought up in. Mostly trying to prove each others superiority over the others. Food, literature, way of life were some of the things we discussed.

Information is available  in plenty,  and as i looked beyond the brick wall that lined the house across the window i wondered whether information prepares you for the real thing. Having it does make one superior in today’s world, but in science it can lead to an  overload and more often a distraction. wondered whether information provides the individual the GPS to deal with day to day existence.

Made me wonder how we though different make our way to various parts of the world, yet retain our roots wherever we go, and yearn for things to resemble and experience home.

Love E

the pensive mind

Pensive sits the mind, whirlwinds entrapped within.

The dust floats in thin air as each fragment take s new meaning

A shine that glows from a few make the others look lackluster

Pensive sits the mind, waiting watching learning

Playful is it when it takes form in a child, unyielding carefree bogged not by stereotype

Deaf to the nuances of the world, it makes its journey from naïve to knowledge

Information amassed in time makes this journey, worth its wisdom

Does it age with time, or does time age it,

Thrown into lifes journey it floats on tides of change

On occasion waiting, on occasion questioning, at times just happy to flow

It holds a stream soon, and follows a dream, a belief of certainty

The means justify end, and onward until it faces destiny in the mirror

A long hard look and its moves to greener pastures until it finds its own

A place to rest, a place lie in wait of the final day in care, a high stillness

The mind was given to a body so that a physical form would remain constant

Given the volatile nature of the mind.

In thine arms

 

There are those who fear the world, there are those who fear life in itself

We have come to a place of no return, of a place where care has a  price

There is a need to find that will, that chance to be ourselves again, a value for life

I remember an earthquake, a pile of rubble and a dead mother wrapped around a sleeping child

 

Are we a world where war mongers make us fight amongst ourselves

Are we a world where power mongers make us slaves of our own weaknesses

Gone are the days when we need be satisfied with what we have and what we need

Snatched away by hedonistic tendencies of some from poor mortals

 

Can we find solace in facts, garnished to mollify chieftains

Are not the wise blinded by sterotype and a need to sustain

Facts defaced and wise blinded, can we not find ourselves on foundations written down for all in writing

Are not we entrusted to look for strongholds, that transcend time, a legacy for those to come

 

In thine arms I lay my spirit, in thine arms I have recourse

I lay in your lap as a autumn leaf that falls gently and makes its way to the ground

As the shadows follow, i need to feel safe in this hour of need

Wrapped in the cloak of truth, as the tides of fear sweep life

 

 

 

Those were 3 sleepless nights, that i can never forget, with the uncertainty of what would happen. Though the insti security do their job well it did leave us dumbfounded when it took 3 days for the armed forces to find and bring to book those involved in the attacks. It was even more unnerving to know that it was some of our own who had helped carry out these attacks. What is more appalling is that it has happened again and if i remember correctly the last time, the Mumbai spirit was spoken about, the terror attacks were dissected, the government was questioned and after that everyone forgot. All because the average Indian has more to think about than his own security, and question it. Which brings me to the questions that keep rattling my mind.

 Are we as a people to blame for electing authority that is incompetent, or are we not serious enough with what we do?

There has been upheaval in countries which were not satisfied with their corrupt polity, are we next, or are we too busy to do the needful ?

There have been multiple examples in the recent past and the people have succeeded in bring to book their polity. Are we waiting for the next election, the next agenda to just keep talking amongst ourselves, about what can happen?

Do I as a citizen of a powerful democracy just exercise my right to freedom of speech by writing a blog that reaches a section of the educated class, who don’t even want to bat an eye lid when terror attacks happen as soon as they are happy that it does not affect them?

Can we as Indians stop bending forward and keep exposing our ends to ridicule, and stand up and ask the polity whether they value each person that votes, rather than each vote they get?

Why can Mumbai wake up each day even with such trauma as not being able to reach home safely?

It has always been the people who have been instrumental in change, we as a people under a sound leadership brought down an empire, not long ago. Why aren’t we asking our current leadership for our safety to be taken seriously?

Do we need a catastrophe to be awakened, I am sure if a city can be targeted more than once, we have a catastrophe looming largely upon us.?

For years we are used to being treated like waste, since politicians know that “yeh nahi toh aur sahi, aur nahi toh aur sahi” and the population does not want to resolve differences and move ahead. Even when out of the country we try especially hard to maintain those differences. When are we going to demand that we as human beings be valued in a society which is so diverse, rather being valued for being just a Vote and that too only once in 5 years.?

Why do we support division, is it just to value our insecurities or is it just to see ourselves through the next hill along the road?

Are we waiting for someone from the outside to come and change things for us, since we are so immersed within ourselves that we cannot think of change?

Questions are but questions? And if we stop asking them we stop being human. I don’t have answers but I sure have a lot of questions that need to be answered sooner or later.

bicycle diaries

23-07-2011

Drove to the end of North road with out bikes in the boot of the father’s Subaru, started off, me in my jeans on schwinn prelude and father in his biking overalls on his Merida Scultura carbon. As we got on to the road, I was surprised to see loads of cyclists in overalls, on their machines riding with gusto. Conscious  already that I wasn’t wearing the right gear and on an incomparable bike we rode along. Most riders did not even bother, the odd cyclist had this smirk on his face after seeing me riding, or atleast I imagined it. Each time as I rode along and was lapped or zipped past by other riders, I was utterly humbled by the experience, made surreal by the shore on one side. As I got back an oldie while crossing the road asked whether I was feeling the cold, and whether I was Indian. Had nearly lost my way but Father found me because of that oldie I met on the street.  All I guess in the spirit of the Tour de France, lived to ride another day. This I say since cyclist here have met with fatal accidents.

He talked to us about the importance of being decent Indians and a good people to work with. There was a certain authority in his voice which calmed us and made us believe that we were talented  and were the torch bearers for  the ones to come after us. As I was thinking about all of these things when we were getting back from Melbourne CBD, the after taste of the conversation we shared and the meeting we had with Mr Narayan Murthy, now Dr Narayan Murthy, was palpable . He was offered the Doctorate Honorius causa by Monash university for his various contributions later the next day.

All formally dressed we left for the venue of the meeting, not knowing what to expect.  I did not know about the others but I had a lump in my throat just thinking about the way things would go. We arrived at the Monash office at Melbourne CBD, where we were to spend 50 min of his time speaking about our role as Phd students. We felt the heavy presence in the room as we entered. Mr Murthy was in conversation with someone on his phone just before we met. As he got off the call, we were seated around him to begin the discussion. Brief introductions later we were in conversation with Mr Murthy.

He thanked us for being there to spend time from our busy schedules to meet him. I have often  heard of time being valued. But the person sitting in front of us chief mentor and founder of a 2 billion dollar business thanking us, made it utterly clear how valuable our time was for him.

He started first with the flaw most of us have i.e. to speak quickly. Having come to a foreign country the importance of speaking to an audience which does not understand the accent, became utterly clear when I had to present in front of the research group. “Prayer session” turned out to be “procession” if spoken quickly, which I realized in my own conversations. His most valuable words were that even if the work is path breaking, if it is not explained in a tangible and intelligible manner, is worth little.

He took the lead in the discussion and impressed upon us the fact that we were in fact ambassadors in the Indo-Australian relationship, and that we were meant to do more than just our doctoral work here.  He called for us to be model guest, a joy to the host.   We spoke about the apprehensions about our work, and asked for advice on how to go about it. He spoke of a time when he was faced with dealing with big problems. It made him break the problem down bit by bit into manageable pieces and put it back together.  This was in answer to a question he answered about solving problems.

There was a question of lack of motivation at times during the course of a Phd.  His answer to this was simple. He said that whenever he was faced with a dilemma of motivation, he would just think of the millions of less privileged people that were unable to achieve what he had been able to do, making the going much easier.  He spoke of lakhs of students who were not privileged enough to get into higher education let alone getting into prestigious institutions like the opportunity that was presented to us.

We walked out of that room that day with an after taste of hard work and perseverance.  Two of the virtues a must have for all who strive to be the best in their areas of work. All I remember is “Success is the ability to bring a smile on the face of people when you enter the room”.

Coping

The mind is a strange being and has been fascinating in the way it treats and deals with situations.  I was amazed by the fact that someone who was physically and mentally abused for years only realized at the age of 26. What was intriguing was not that she realized that she was in a bad state but that her mind had forced her to shut out these experiences in order to protect her. I wanted to judge but there was no logic in judging since we in science have been just begun scratching the surface of the mountains of information that the mind holds.

There are some who deal with it by “not allowing anyone to make that impact”. It becomes a way of life as I see it, and the mind begins to work out whats the best way given the original  “not allowing anyone to make that impact” attitude. This in turn leads to the person seeking ways of physically or mentally strengthening themselves by different means, this being done to show their superiority towards lesser mortals as it would seem.  Little do they realize that humans are social beings needing support and each is adept in what they do, making all equally capable.

Humor is another way of the mind coping with situations, a way in which the person tries to forget their situation faced by trying to find or create humor in their daily lives. They either bring humor and joy to others lives thereby nullifying the hurt and despair they feel.

Some throw themselves into causes in order to help themselves by helping others. They find solace in the fact that their life of despair has brought about the good of another. It is but a selfish goal in which their flight from their own situation takes them to their home away from home.

Each way of coping is a physical and outward expression of whats felt deep within. Some listen to loud music, some delve into literature, others meet people, others get intoxicated. Increasingly a way away, but rather a way deeper into the maze than a way out it. Is there a solution?

In transit

Scarlet scarf

Scarlet scarf,

Dropped on the floor,

On a cold Sunday morn.

Lost and found ,

Draped on the door ,

Of the church stall.

Owner returns,

With a friend,

Claims the scarf,

On the way,

To the Victoria market.

The stall owner tags along too.

They journey together,

Explore the city.

Three lives,

In transit,

In Melbourne,

Knitted together, for a day

Like strands of wool,

On the scarlet scarf.

(Poem-Scarlet Scarf has been contributed by Mystica Parriera)

In transit

As the water flows so do people in and out of lives each day
Time gives us those we need, time leads us to and from them I say
Some leave and some are lost in time, since no longer the paths meet
Others are stolen by time from us, eyes closed forever not left with to cherish

A fine balance of favours given and received, a measure of give and take
We cannot get more than what we give, although we can but give more than they seek
Choices are what we have to stay or leave ,to befriend or alienate
Keeping in mind each time, we reap what is sown.

Entrusted are we by time the responsibility, of another’s woes to seek and heed
We are to be conduits for that which happens in the lives others lead
We may not influence choices or decisions, to be there we must just to hold
Each is but weak, each is but another’s keep, a refuge in times of need

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