Friday, April 24, 2015

शायद इसी को जीना कहते हैं


हम अक्सर बीते हुए लम्हे दोबारा जीना चाहते हैं
ज़िन्दगी के कुछ हसीन पल दोहराना चाहते हैं

कभी तो आनेवाले कल के फ़िक्र में उलझे रहते हैं
तो कभी अपनों के सपने पूरे करने में झूजते रहते हैं

बचपन में जवानी का इंतज़ार करते हैं
और जवानी में कामयाबी के पीछे दौड़ते हैं

पुरानी तस्वीरों में बचपन को खोजते हैं
मन ही मन अपने आप को कोसते हैं

औरों के संग यादें पिरोते रहते हैं
लेकिन अपने आप से दूर चलते रहते हैं

हर डगर पर मंज़िल बदलते हैं
अरमानों के नये महफ़िल सजते हैं

हम जिसे “आज” को खोने के ग़म में आसुओं को पीना कहते हैं
कथाओं और कविताओं में शायद इसी को “जीना” कहते हैं

Monday, March 30, 2015

Chaos is Essential


Monotone in each “Black and White” key
Yet, either natural, flat or sharp
Confined within an octave, from A to G
In any keyboard, strings or harp

Orderly and perfect in its pitch
Producing its characteristic sound
In repetition it’s plain noise, albeit rich
Hardly any value to be found

Guided by a metronome, at the cue of a “Conductor”
Seemingly chaotic, notes jump out in magical harmony
Escaping fingers of the Master
Creating music for many

Without an instructor or a visionary
Precarious collision of noisy notes could be consequential
While Order is obligatory
Chaos is essential

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Conscience

When shall you learn?
Oh master?
Why make me burn?
After every socio-political disaster.

I’ve yet come clear and clean
In all your thoughts and actions
Lest you forget, I’m but a glean
Of YOUR deeds, not reactions

Selfless help is referenced in mythology
But that’s rare in today’s human psychology
Each individual fights his own battle
Only when it’s personal, do their bones rattle

Stop playing the game of expectations
Of social justice and collective strength
They look good on prose and citations
Best kept at arm’s length

I’m YOUR conscience
As a team, let's stay clean
Don’t opine on every nonsense
And take away my sheen

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Curiosity Bites History



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After all he was now the customer service team leader of a leading telecom company. Only, he called it “Kyonstomer” service and he would call his customers, “Kyonster Monster”. He would have to answer at least a 200 “Kyons” in a day. “Kyon” in Hindi refers to “Why”. Each one had a reason but the question would always begin with a “kyon?”

He however had to follow the Standard Operating Procedure (SOP) to respond to each of those “Kyon” in a subtle and neutral tone, no matter how emotionally charged the “kyon” would be hurled at him.

Ironically, he was called “Utsuk” Kumar because as a child, he would ask the same question which kind of stuck to him till he got into this job. (“Utsuk” is curious in Hindi)
Ever since he got this job, he got allergic to “Kyon” and his personal curiosity had kind of become dormant.

That was about to change today.

As he got out of the halting yet moving train on platform No. 4 at his destination, he dashed towards the bridge to avoid the crowd. He was successful and had almost got to the top when he noticed a huge commotion back at the platform. He paused, trying to make a split second decision. His conscience commanded that he go back to see if there is anyone who needed help. His gut feeling was right. A young guy, who appeared to be an executive in a modern office, had fallen down as the crowd was alighting. As a result of his fall, others simply walked or manoeuvred over and around him when he was howling in pain. It took some time for the others to realize but by then sufficient damage was done and the poor lad appeared to have broken his knee and ankle. This could have been a mini-stampede considering the rush hour but let’s just say it was that lad’s lucky day.

Only at the hospital, after getting his shoes out, did they realize that the lad was wounded in the foot and there was sufficient blood loss. As the arrangement for blood from the bank could take time, the volunteers were asked for blood sampling. Utsuk’s blood group matched with that of the victim’s and the necessary preliminary treatment commenced as they all waited for his relatives to show up.
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After narrating the entire story to Karim’s (victim’s name) parents and relatives, Utsuk and the others left. That evening, as he was slowly walking back, his mind was wandering all over the place as the million Thanks from Karim’s relatives kept playing like background score. “Allah taala aapko khoob barqat dein beta. Aap hamesha khush rahein”. Once the background score subdued out, he felt something strange inside. As if some part of him was resurrecting. Then all of a sudden, he was staring at a hundred questions or maybe the questions were staring at him.

In this entire episode, no one ever asked “Kyon” at any point. Be it in the hospital or the relatives or the administrative authorities. It was more of “Kya”, “Kaun”, “Kaise” “Kahan” and “Kab” etc. referring to the Whats, Whos, Hows, Wheres and Whens in Hindi.

With all this chaos going on in his mind, he abruptly stopped walking and stood still.
The expression on his face could be compared to that of Buddha’s moment of enlightenment.

While he had grown up learning a lot of things in school and in real life through events (be it wars, riots etc.), reported media and various debates and discussions, the one thing that stood out was the irrelevance of History. The curiosity around this got to him and hit him like a bolt of lightning.

As he walked again slowly, he was thinking, it was very clear (even in his line of work) that documentation of “facts” and knowledge transfer was absolutely necessary.
The question was, what relevance did “History” have?
Especially in the way it is perceived and taught today!

He wondered, while we all know who invented the telephone, what difference did that make? There are many people in the world today, who use a cell-phone without knowing who invented it.
How does knowing that change anything? Why is it important to know the dates of all the historical wars and heroes? What difference does it make in our day-to-day life? Do we know who thought of, tried and mastered the art of blood transfusion or any medical feat for that matter? Yet again the question that could not satiate his “utsukta” (curiosity) was the question – even if we knew, did it matter? What mattered was the content.
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Unaware of the fact that he had reached home, his mind was racing to find answers and this was making him all the more restless. He tried in a different context. He remembered that Mahatma Gandhi was instrumental in getting us Independence and that he was conferred the title, “Father of the nation”. However, he also remembered all the other controversies that surrounded the name in today’s world. Not belittling that great man’s efforts, he thought, while there are people ready to kill each other on differences of opinion regarding some of his ideologies, what everyone seemed to have forgotten is his love for and message of “Non-Violence” and “Tolerance”.

Instead of creating communal tension each time there is a mention of either creating or dirtying a statue of the person who wrote our constitution, does everyone know what his thought process was or what he believed in? Do we as a country, strive enough to upkeep the constitution in the right spirit? What difference would it make if we did not know who wrote it and when did he/she write it?
Is the content NOT more important? Is the Documentation of facts or knowledge transfer alone not enough? Is it necessary to attach a date and a name to it?
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It was clear that we attach too much importance to the “who” and “when” rather than the “what”, “why” and “how”. Depending on the “who”, answers to the other questions get distorted with time anyway.

He knew one thing for sure. “Utsukta” in Utsuk Kumar was back. He braced himself for a lot more sleepless nights as he tossed around in his bed with this one unanswered question.

Is HISTORY relevant at all?

Thursday, January 29, 2015

'Subject'ive Humor

Using 'His'tory, lines were drawn on natural Land to create political Geography. 
Ushering in Civics with little or no sense. 

Physics of our Biology changes depending on mutual Chemistry. 

Geometry throws it's theories and angles as to why Algebra can't find it's "x".
There is no 'sin' of consistency 'cos' 'theta' not well defined. 
English is pretty much customized with spellings and grammar depending on where you learn.

The dictionary is still incomplete and adding new words every year. 













Debit or Credit cards have not understood the simple rule - Debit what comes in, credit what goes out. 
Ultimate truth is money eventually goes out.













Catching up on Ever evolving Computer Languages is tougher than Physical Training (P.T.)



NatGeo and Discovery compete against the teacher in Environmental Studies
And unfortunately Arts and Craft don't teach the "Art of Living"

Friday, January 16, 2015

The CYCLE

Good Creation, not the creator, is appreciated
Bad Creation is mocked at but the creator is ridiculed.
Even if creator in both the cases is the same.
Let's review the cycle.

NECESSITY impregnates the mind with an idea
Curiosity of delivery fuels execution
Passion fuels excellence
Excellence attracts appreciation
Appreciation's evil twin is expectation
Expectations fuel anxiety of failure
Anxiety of failure fuels consistency pressure
Consistency fuels boredom
Boredom fuels indifference
Indifference creates mediocrity
Mediocrity attracts ridicule
Ridicule triggers self-pity or vengeance
Vengeance is self destructive
Self-pity accentuates re-validation
Re-validation sparks NECESSITY

Monday, January 12, 2015

A Story with Questions


What sets anything apart? What’s the whole “Odd man out” concept?

In a gurukul environment, two young lads were really good in their class and were noticed by their “guru” for their capabilities.

They were far better than the rest of the class that year.

To choose the best, “guru” decided to test them in one grand finale.
This competition was only applicable to those two and NOT the rest.

The challenge was to make the best “Bow and Arrow” keeping in mind the heavy demand for good archers at that time.
Rules were as follows:

1)      They could not use any of the gurukul resources at freewill
2)      The bow and arrow had to be functional
3)      They will NOT see each other or their work
4)      Time given to each was 3 days

As a part of class/caste immunity, the guru was unaware of the contestants’ backgrounds.
Incidentally, one was the son of an army commander (senapati) and the other was a carpenter’s son.
While the boys had learnt a lot about bows and arrows and were adept themselves at self-defence techniques, making a functional bow and arrow was a real challenge. In a gurukul environment, they were obviously away from the city and their parents, neighbours or relatives.

As a well-practiced technique, both the boys began by meditating. Getting their entire focus on to the objective given to them. They internalized the rules and were digging in their memory to get the best possible solution.


Early on, it occurred to the “Senapati’s” son that he could use the available resources but after requesting and justifying the need. That was what “not at freewill” meant.
The carpenter’s son did not seem to comprehend that point. He was visualizing everything he could and was building a mental blue-print of the bow and arrow.

Day 2, the senapati’s son went to the “guru” and requested the list of resources that could be used for this contest. He was duly answered and he began his work.

The carpenter’s son set off towards the woods to collect his resources based on what he had visualized.

Amongst the two, guru secretly rooted for the carpenter’s son to win but was a tad disappointed at not seeing him approach for the resources. He was however happy that one of the boys had the courage to question the rules and put up a justifying request.

Day 3, both the boys were busy building their respective functional bow and arrow.

The final day arrived when they were supposed to display their work.

The Senapati’s son came ahead and unveiled his piece of art. It was a magnificently built strong bow.
The bow was made from layered materials of dissimilar substances viz., shredded sinew, sapwood and heartwood. The arrows were made of the best wood shafts with alloy metal tips (new technology developed locally) available. Almost perfect bowstring attached to the bow’s staff to make for a perfect trigger.
The arrows were shaped to enable a fast, straight line flight with the longest reach.

From the corner of his eye, guru saw a tinge of disappointment in the carpenter’s son’s eyes even before he had unveiled his piece of work.

When he displayed his bow and arrow, the bow was made of light flexible bamboo wood variety, the bowstring was made of shredded and twined coir. The arrow was made from dry grass blades . Although technically functional, the bow and arrow could not kill or hunt . His creation was looked down upon and mocked by everyone including the jury and fellow students.

While the guru was disappointed and sulked internally, the jury expectantly adjudged senapati’s son the winner.

Feeling guilty of not spotting the talent rightfully, guru retired after that academic year.
Years passed by and upon his return to the city, he curiously enquired about the two boys.

Senapati’s son was an obvious choice in the army after spotting the skill to make the best bows and arrows. However, unfortunately he was killed in the previous war.

The carpenter’s son on the other hand was a minister with the King.
He was both, perplexed and intrigued, by the turn of events. He decided to check with the carpenter’s son himself.

The harmless but functional model that he had created during the competition was appreciated by his father and used it as a successful model for toys. That was soon in demand from the neighbouring cities and kingdoms as well. Their family fortunes changed for good.
The then education minister (also on the jury panel) visited both the boys to understand their modus operandi.

The senapati’s son said in a matter of fact tone.
1)      When I meditated, I recreated the instructions given. As I kept repeating them, it became clear that the resources were at my disposal, but on justifying. I had to question the rules.
2)   Through a fellow student, I checked on the materials being used by my competitor. A bit of bending rules was required.
2)      While I personally hated war, I was privy to some of the tales my father narrated. I simply visualized my father’s bow and arrow, the teachings that were imparted in our gurukul and some of the points from my father’s stories. I used all of them to create my design.
3)      While the design was mine, the expertise of materials used were borrowed.
4)      Rest, as they say, is history.

The carpenter’s wise son thus spoke:
1)      When I meditated, the first thing I realized was that I’m going to be judged by something that I don’t enjoy doing.
2)      It was evident that I could use the resources with proper justification.
3)      Nevertheless, I wanted to enjoy the opportunity that was unavailable to the other students and hence decided otherwise.
4)      It needed to be functional. Hence started to think of what could make an interesting toy for other fellow students to play without hurting anyone.
5)      I could recollect all the teachings, materials and it’s properties and made my model with the only objective of keeping it functional.
6)      I was obviously dejected for being mocked at. Upon returning home, when I reluctantly showed the failed model to my father, he was thrilled at finding the toy he’d been looking for. Rest, as they say, is history.

The education minister was pleased and put in a word about the carpenter’s son to the king.
He had the rare skill of converting available information into valuable knowledge.

The teacher was once again stung by guilt and was ashamed of his decisions. However, this time, he resolved to correct his mistake and stayed with the failed student to help him with his experience and wisdom as a bonus. After all, he would learn a lot too in the bargain.

So, let’s revisit the questions. What stands apart? What is the concept of “odd man out”?

List of my Top 5 observations:
1)      Winner had questioned the rules
2)      Carpenter’s son had been totally compliant.
3)      While the winner “stood-out” with his master-piece, carpenter’s son was the “odd-man” out with his funny replica of a model. His approach was actually a bright example of “out of the box” thinking towards LIFE.
4)      While the jury was blinded by their collective thought process at that time, their decision did not stand the test of time. Success in that competition did NOT spell success in life.
5)   Similar qualities make some a Leader and some an outcast.

These observations have a lot to do with society, acceptance and our value system. Its lineage and our legacy.
While I’ll leave you with these observations, there are many more hidden lessons in this story that can be interpreted in today’s context.

I’d want to hear your versions as well. There are NO rules to use the Comments section below.