My Death Wish

FOR WHOMSOEVER IT MAY CONCERN

For most human beings dying or death is the most frightening, most devastating, final, destructive, tragic, traumatizing, heartbreaking and what not. Death is - The end! More than dying it’s the visions of being roasted over a fire or being deep fried in oil is what scares most people! ( whether it’s fiction or fact doesn’t matter- the fear remains the same ) .Another fear that grips people is the death of their loved ones. Many precious moments are lost worrying and mourning about a certainty- some go early, some late, some suffer , the lucky ones die instantly.

But definitely  not for me! To die is just another part of my journey. Must be a beautiful experience- to let go, be free and best part leaving behind all the shitpots of your life!

Death  is the simple and basic truth! We are all mortals and we have to go one day! So what matters is not how and when you die but how you live.

Here are  some  well thought of instructions for the day I depart ( and a couple pre departure  as well) for the ones who are lucky enough to outlive me.

Don’t s and Do’s

Pre death-  (If I am not capable of making my own decisions)

DON’T -

·      -   Admit me in a cold antiseptic hospital when you know I am beyond medical intervention.

·      -   Sign any paper agreeing to keep me alive artificially ( if you do admit me ) ! don’t want the hospital to get richer and you poorer and me sicker.

·      -   Take care of me yourself ( though you will add brownie points in your karmic account but you can find some other ways to do that  )  Just hire a home nurse or put me in a nice cheerful hospice. I  have made the financial arrangements for such contingencies. So  no feeding, cleaning, brushing my teeth, hair.. blah blah which will make you Florence nightingale for public but will make me miserable and guilty and after a point you too.

Post death

DON’T -

·     -   Make calls to all and sundry when I stop breathing . Those who are worth it will know. The rest didn’t matter in life and will matter less in death.

·      -  Keep my body for public viewing ! I don’t want people to gawk at my mortal remains. Most of the people would be who  I didn’t know, who didn’t know me , who didn’t/don’t  care, gave me grief and didn’t bother when I was alive .  They will shed some tears ( for public consumption again) and  have a few regrets. Many would also come to double check if I am really gone- glad to see the last of me. Though I would die to know what regrets they might have ( oops no pun intended )

·        -Hang/  keep an outdated framed photo  of mine. And worse,  don’t you dare put a real/plastic garland around it.  If you want to adorn me send me flowers now. In fact don’t hang any pictures. People who love me won’t need pictures. I’m dead sure of that! (oops no pun intended)

·    -     Perform any unwanted rituals – for instance the ‘serving the dead’ ritual  ( which will be eaten by  the ones living  )  First of all  you will have problems choosing 36 of my 594  most favourite dishes  , getting it all  cooked with my favourite ingredients  and then serving it to the now dead me. I  have eaten all that I want when I am alive and kicking . So I would be leaving fully satiated and happy. Most probably I would have died from bursting due to overeating.

·      -   Have any  functions, call overfed  janta and feed them an expensive meal  after a 3 seconds cursory flower throwing at my still outdated framed picture! Sometimes people will also say nice things about me! Which they wouldn’t have  when I was alive. Since I won’t be around to hear all this  , you might as well skip the entire act.

·      -   Have any rituals for my ‘soul’ to rest in peace . My karmic account is all sorted and my soul is in peace already, set and ready for upcoming action . I have done my dharma  without any appreciation, returns or rewards, most times without even acknowledgement or recognition . So I’m done and dusted ( oops again no pun intended) . And anyways you reap what you sow.

·        - Have any regrets of not having done your two bit for me- you can do it now..call, chat, visit and even send expensive gifts. Open to everything

·      -   Shed tears. Total waste of time. For God’s sake I’m not going anywhere! It’s just that my body came with an  expiry  date (oops no pun intended again)

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·      -   Contact the organ donor organisation and give them the good news. ( they are more than welcome to any of my body parts which are still intact ) The card is in my wallet with all the details and a copy in your mail.

·    -     If you have the time, you can check on  the recipients of my various functioning  organs and if I haven’t spent all my money, you could pay part of the bill as well. You can also be dramatic-  like listening to my heart beat and post the video  on Facebook ( make sure you shed a few tears , for the impact of course)

·      -   Contact a teaching hospital and find out whether they want my body for the anatomy classes ( I am sure I will be the most beautiful there) . This way you won’t have to find 3 more people to carry my body plus you save costs on burial/ cremation . Killing many birds in one stone ( oops ! no pun intended again)

·      -  Throw a party for people who really really want to attend ( I have kept aside a reasonable sum for this ) play psytrance music, serve heady cocktails and exotic food ( please not my favourites)  , smoke weed and have super fun.  A perfect send off for my body.

·      -   Throw or give away everything I owned- no hoarding on sentimental grounds please

·        Do remember me for the times I was a perfect bitch too! Death doesn’t absolve of all the crap I did in my lifetime and lives I have messed up. I would have done my retribution already.

·      -   Claim all that the insurance companies owe us. Have paid through my nose for the premiums.

·       -  Continue celebrating life and have your normal routine. Let not death stop anything. Like I could even if I wanted to.

·      -   Do  have my  ‘funral’ party at your convenience-   not necessarily within a few days. Though I would suggest you do it before people ask “babita who?”

·        - Have one ritual of pind in Varanasi as and when you visit there! No hurry since I’m anyways a dead duck  and  I have no particular agenda .  Not that I’m superstitious but I love Varanasi and the Ganga. Would love to resume my journey from there.

As and when I remember I will update this page with more instructions. Until then I am going to celebrate and cherish every moment , touch the lives of the people and animals in my life and make a small difference, be  kind, spread happiness and sunshine,  love myself  and people who are worth loving, add to my good karma , make time for people I care for  and live in absolute  peace , freedom and harmony.

Every moment is precious and is to be celebrated. In life or in death.

MOB vs Us

What  happened in our capital city recently  is without doubt very disturbing but didn’t take anyone much  by surprise. I want to give you my perception and experiences about such situations so we understand things better.

Few facts

1.    Mobs- Men find strength and power in a group; the larger the better. It is said that when men are in a mob they lose all fear . The thought process and behaviour alters drastically. The crowd becomes a separate entity- a powerful entity. They unite as one despite all differences.  We are aware of countless  terrible incidents when mobs go on a rampage, provoked or not, with reasoning or without,  attacking men, women and children alike.

2.    Alcohol- Men in a mob are bad enough! Drunk men in a mob is something else. Our brains rely on a delicate balance of chemicals and processes. Alcohol is a depressant, which means it can disrupt that balance, affecting our thoughts, feelings and actions

3.    Opportunities- Men in this state look for the smallest opportunity to act and when they do, nothing can stop them. Cops nor cctv cameras. And women become the most coveted and sought after opportunity, which the men wouldn’t miss for anything.

4.    Darkness- Whether its  day or night doesn’t matter to a mob. They take more comfort in the dark because it gives them  anonymity and safety. They tend to act more brutally and fearlessly in darkness.

With these facts in place, I want to share couple of experiences with a mob that made me realise how fragile and vulnerable we are.

A few years ago, a girlfriend and I went on a Kinetic Honda for the Usha Uthup show held in a hall in one of the main roads of the city at around 6.15 pm. We parked the scooter on the opposite side of the road and went to the gate with our passes. But we weren’t allowed inside. There was a small crowd and about 6 armed policemen there. We came back and got onto our scooter and within seconds we were surrounded by 50 men in a perfect, tight  circle formation  ( there must have been at least 20 circles  and all this was done telepathically and like they were trained in these formations ) and about 20 hands started groping us from all sides. Luckily, my friend  had the presence of mind .She started the scooter and we flew- over several feet , knocking a few men down  and we didn’t stop until we reached our home! We were in a complete state of shock for multiple reasons! One that this happened in broad daylight, two- it happened in the main road , three- there were police men there and nobody cared!  Fourth- No one could do anything even if they wanted to.  Fifth and most important- The realisation that we are vulnerable and helpless .  Our first terrifying brush with the MOB

The second time was in a music concert that was a fund raiser for the pain and palliative center of our city. It was mainly sponsored by the Enfield bikers from UK who were touring India  ( They buy Enfield bikes from India, tour the country and when they leave they sell the bikes and donate the sale proceeds to deserving causes and our centre was one of them) Back to the concert- the families were in the upper section and the men were below. Halfway through the bikers came in ( after all they were the donors) both men and women. They were standing in the back of the hall. And all of a sudden, within seconds a large group of men  surrounded one woman and started molesting her ( the same perfect circle formation ) We were watching from up totally horrified and few of the men ran downstairs. But nobody could break through this; not even the 6 footer bikers.  The music stopped and I think it was with divine intervention, a couple of men managed to get in and they bodily lifted this woman over their heads and carried her out! Again MOB power. And we were all watching from above, helplessly.

Reality

When there is a mob ( whether sober, drunk, educated, young, old doesn’t matter) , there’s very little anyone can do. Whether you are the law or armed or the President of the country.

Bottom line

We have to be smart and use our common sense and decide what is safe for us and what we are in control of. All this funda about gender equality, woman power, lets show what we are is good on paper, not when you are in a crazed united mob. Its definitely better to be safe than sorry

my Ode to Dangal

One thing  about Aamir Khan- he is the personification of the adage- “ Work is worship”! This shines through  every  actor, dialogue and  scene in his masterpiece film- Dangal. What a movie! It has to be seen and  experienced to be believed.   Every word, dialogue and scene  keeps the audience mesmerised until we sync with the movie completely, go through the real experience.

This film is about real people  and real situations. Real challenges faced with fortitude and grit ;  overcome with complete dignity and grace. And the director got out the truth in its rawest form possible. The total lack of  empathy and support for less known sports, not only by the authority but by everyone. It brought out the fact the heartache,  elation , victory, failure is the same no matter who or what.  The film showed wrestling in different light altogether, bringing to this sport the recognition and respect it deserves; like all other.

Aamir khan as Mahavir Singh Pogat became  the character  . His brilliance shone through each and  every moment  and im sure every person  in the audience could relate to him totally. His willingness to give his all, sacrifice, at the cost of his family ; the hard work, perseverance and dedication put in evoked in us feelings and emotions, we didn’t know existed.

As an actor, Aamir is , without doubt, a master craftsman;  an artiste in the truest sense. He  breaks his own record in performance and delivery. He is in serious competition- with himself and his interpretation of  art. He just keeps getting better and better.  Not to mention, he’s a perfectionist to the core and that is what we see in this entire film. Every actor, regardless of their role,  was brilliant and gave it their all.

There is so much of soul searching ,  contemplation and introspection. The movie lingers on for days , with bits and pieces of it flashing through your mind, reliving the wonderful experience of Dangal.

The take home message  of Dangal- “nothing is impossible” . What stops us is our mind. If we believe in something and we can work towards it with dedication, patience and sacrifice, we can achieve it.

Hats off to you- Aamir and team. Cannot wait for your next film.

More is Less

More is Less

Human beings are strange species with a plethora of conflicting and contradictory  emotions. There is a mix and at times a blend of both positivity and negativity. What dominates your personality is what makes all the difference. We are born with the capacity of intense and pure feelings of love, compassion, kindness, gentleness , sensitivity and empathy. Then what happens along the way? What makes us mean, selfish, self centered, rude , manipulative and uncaring among others? We can blame circumstances, conditioning, family, friends, environment etc. Ultimately we are what we are just because we choose to be so!

Let us explore certain qualities we have. I  understand  lust, jealousy, anger, pride and even hate. What I cannot understand or even accept is GREED! Greed is nothing but excessive or rapacious desire for wealth , possessions, status or power ; much more than what one would need for this lifetime. Erich Fromm described greed as "a bottomless pit which exhausts the person in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction." Greed is a human beings  worst incurable disease.

It’s not the end that is crucial here ( there is NO end) it’s the means in their pursuit of ‘more’  and what it does to people. It changes them totally- making them manipulative, conniving, compulsive  liars, malicious, vain, competitive, tyrannical, dominating, think they are invincible , selfish and  worse devoid of feelings and consideration. They live half  their lives plotting and planning how to make more )most of the times this can happen by denying it to  or depriving others ) and they live the other half in fear and worrying- fear of  losing what they have or  worrying about the uncertainty !

So then where does this all lead to? Nowhere!  Except a life of chaos, confusion, fear and constant worrying.

Five of my friends are fighting legal battles for ‘inherited’ property and wealth with their own family members. Such a terrible mess! But very sadly they forget the following:

1.     They haven’t earned it neither have they worked for it . Someone else has worked hard for it and forgot to spend it on themselves! ( very stupid I must say)

2.     They are getting it just by virtue of birth and not because they deserve it or done much to deserve it.

3.     Whatever they get is just a BONUS, so they better be grateful and content with it.

4.     If they don’t get it, maybe they don’t deserve it anyways.

5.     If the will or other documents have been manipulated its because the other person was smarter and definitely greedy.

6.     What you are destined to get-  you will, without any courts or judgments.

So in a nutshell they are fighting over something that they made zero contributions to.

Where will greed end? It doesn’t. It just consumes your entire life just like cancer! Eventually you just wither away and die! And when you die, you take nothing with you! So this life greed was  for nothing!

Remembering Alexander the great’s quote- “A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.”

It is never too late to change and learn to be content and to live in love and peace.

AHAM BRAHMASMI

We are never in the present. We either live in the past or are thinking about the future. So we are pining , regretting or dreaming and  planning.  When and where do we actually LIVE? Where is the NOW?

Life  is dynamic , unexpected , mysterious, fickle  and at times ruthless. But what fills us with fear, trepidation, anxiety and confusion is the UNCERTAINTY and not knowing. We all have this deep need to have control and  to know. We don’t like surprises, but hey, life is full of surprises, sometimes nasty ones!  

“Man proposes, God disposes”- this adage is so true. We plan and when things don’t go our way ( most of the time they don’t ) we go through feelings of  frustration, fear, insecurity, confusion, anger, negativity or depression which results in high level of  stress, illnesses , disturbances and conflicts that affect us personally, psychologically, emotionally, professionally and socially. Some of us take the self destructive path of addictions, fixations, obsessions and compulsions . So the battles continue- internally and  with external forces.

We succumb  very easily  because  we think we  are weak ,vulnerable, susceptible. More so we consider ourselves as victims of circumstances or destiny. 

One thing we must understand and accept  is that all the events  of life , whether positive or not,  are beyond our control.  The way we respond and react to these events is what makes the difference.

And the other thing we must realize that each one  is strong, powerful  with infinite potential and possibilities.

But how do  we deal with life now?  We deal  on a  physical and mental level  ( ego and feelings) so its but natural we feel betrayed, hurt and destroyed.

So how else can we deal with life?

By dealing with life from a higher plane

By being Aham Brahmasmi- the power

Lets change what we can with determination and grace.

Lets accept what we can’ t with resilience and grace .

An Aham Brahmasmi:

Recognizes ,accepts  and utilizes  the immense potential;  infinite possibilities and absolute power  bestowed by the Almighty

Realises , discovers and uses inbuilt gifts, capabilities and abilities.

Functions perfectly  well independently and fearlessly.

Is  powerful, free and liberated

Leads a beautiful and blissful life

Is his own  master

DO YOU WANT TO BE 'AHAM BRAHMASMI'?

Becoming Aham Brahmasmi

First of all we need to be Conscious and Aware of our thoughts, words, actions, responses and reactions. This will put us in charge of our life and we CHOOSE to live positively and  with enthusiasm. Only then can we celebrate , savor and cherish every moment of life living for NOW.

Tools needed

 Your Body and Mind what you already have

Your  spirit- the inner energy- what you are abundantly blessed with.

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Establishing an easy and intimate relationship with your deeper self so you can choose and guide  your thoughts , words, actions and responses with a deeper level of consciousness

Synergizing the internal balance with the external forces

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Ode to my father

This isn't a fairy tale ( though you may think it is) Its a true story. The story of a legend who lived here- a legend who I call my FATHER.

Malpe is a sleepy , quaint fishing hamlet near Udupi, on the coast of the Arabian sea inhabited by simple, kind , hardworking fisher folk with a  smattering of privileged families. One among them were my father, Malpe Madhwaraj's family- educated, wealthy, sophesticated, close knit and progressive. He lost his father at the age of 24. As the eldest son, he kept his flock of 11 siblings together and bonded. This was easy for him considering he was sensitive, caring,  selfless and just .His mother Sundari was his weakness right till the day she passed away.

I had the privilege and good fortune to have him around for 16 years of my life and I thank God everyday for that.

His mission in life was people and more people. When I was little I thought  Malpe was his kingdom and he was the king. In every sense he was- be it settling matters, meting out justice, taking care of his people- he no doubt was the uncrowned king- trusted and loved by all. So to say, we didn't even have a police station in our village. With my dad around we didn't need one.

A business whiz, he took the fishing industry to another level altogether, putting Malpe on the world map; at the same time giving gainful employment to hundreds. Apart from that, he worked really hard for the upliftment and betterment of everyone here; and he could do it pretty easily, considering his connections in the length and breadth of India. No one would refuse him. They couldn't. Because whatever he  asked was for others.

He married a girl from a smaller village, who was straight out of school, with no exposure whatsoever, plain and naive. He gave her a home, 7 children and all luxuries anyone would ever want. But what he gifted her was her own path, individuality, identity and recognition all over India. With his unstinting support and guidance she became a MLA and later on a minster, which meant she had to move to Bangalore, leaving her brood behind with her husband. He didn’t mind a bit, neither did we, coz life with him was totally chilled out. She led such a hectic life, attending  cabinet meetings, addressing public rallies, inaugurations and what not. But did my dad mind? Not once. I remember seeing a picture of him handing over  a bouquet to her in a function where she was the chief guest and he was just an invitee. Did he feel inferior or insecure? Never. ( he had a larger than life, simply sparkling and powerful personality of his own which was way above anyone else’s) He took immense pride in her achievements, from a insignificant village girl to a stylish, well travelled,  worldly wise and accomplished woman. When my mother felt guilty and told my dad that she wants to quit politics to take care of her family, his words were " In a state of 5 crores people,  only 2 women are in the cabinet and you are one of them. Stay there'.” Do you know  any man like him? So selfless and giving?

Though he left her a widow at the age of 42, he made sure , apart from wealth, she was  well positioned,  independent and  empowered -personally and politically. Something, no money or power in this world can buy .

Though we were born with the proverbial golden spoon in our mouth, at no point of time, we were allowed to feel superior to or better than others. ( today when I see the nouvaue riche showing off I am so amused). Though we had some privileges, like traveling to school in a car, we had to remain down to earth and simple; more than that respectful and polite to all, including domestic help. 

Our house, aptly named Swagatham, had streams of people flowing in all day long- some for help, some to chit chat, settling issues and a hundred other reasons. Not one was turned away or left unattended. Beverages were served to every visitor, whether he was the chief minister , royalty or an ordinary labourer. No discrimination, no  special privileges- everyone in my fathers kingdom, were  equal and second to none.

Though his busy schedule left little time for parenting, he led by example, he showed through his actions; he taught us by his deeds. Every single day was a reinforcement of kindness and lending a helping hand.

A simple  man , who wore just white; sandals most of the time, went around in an Ambassador car sitting in the front with his driver ( again a sign of equality), did not eat without feeding , did not take without offering , did not enjoy without sharing .

He did not compromise on his ethics, principals, integrity, values, beliefs, duties and responsibilities.

I realised the truth and  magnitude of my father’s  nature, generosity and selflessness  when I was campaigning for my mother’s election two years after his death. There was not a SINGLE house where ( as I was informed) that he did not help- be it for education, medical, marriage, building of the house, justice given, visited socially, comforted, supported, protected, shared. I had NO idea about this colossal level of altruism  until then . He gave even when he had so little. What his right hand gave, his left  didn't know. He did not talk about it or let anyone else proclaim it to the world. He kept no account, had zero expectations, wanted absolutely nothing in return. He gave- because he wanted to, he loved to. Because that was what made him what he was.  The more I heard about him, the more I was in awe of this man who sired me.

He left us at the young age of 52 even though his mission in life wasn't complete. Even in his death, he gave. He ensured we lacked nothing. The standards he set -be it personally, professionally or socially are impossible for me to reach. The legacy he left  is way beyond me to carry it forward. Maybe I can do justice to it in another life.

But the richest, most meaningful  and the best compliment I receive often from the people of my village is when they  tell me- “ You are so much like your father” , though I am not even half the person he was. He was just one in a millennium.

India not safe for women

Today this is has become the topic of discussion everywhere.TV, radio, newspapers,blogs ( now mine), twitter, Facebook. Why are women not safe anymore in India? ( I know this is  a terrible cliche)

I was sitting on the Assi Ghat in Varanasi on the bank of the Ganga and a small group of youngsters land there with portable mikes and speakers, set it up and  start their protests vide fiery speeches. ( most of them dialogues from Hindi films) Of course, their effort and concern is commendable. It was all about the Nirbhaya rape case in Delhi. ( very unfortunate and tragic)

The speeches were the same we hear everywhere ( but these were with real feelings and passion)
* Not enough security for women
* Laws are not strict enough
* Investigations are slow and sluggish
* Indifferent governments
* Mothers responsible for weak sons /men
* Society that creates the male/female discrimination- men superior of course
* No self help groups
* Women activists should get more aggressive

So on and so forth. I sat there watching and hearing the young college students. Then they packed up and left..as abruptly as they came. There were not many who were paying attention to them as it is.

This got me thinking- main facts

* There is no fear factor at all . Thanks to our weak and ineffective judiciary system. How come there are no rapes in Saudi Arabia? Every man knows the repercussions which is instant and permanent. India and democracy gives men the freedom to do anything they want and get away with it!

* Society filled with indifferent people who dont care and who dont want to get involved ( two nights ago my maid who is a single mother with two daughters had some vagrant men come to her house at midnight. she went out and shouted at them. and not a SINGLE neighbor bothered even to put on their lights).

There are many more. But enough of platitudes and blame games. What can WE do to avoid such brutal offences?Forget the aftermath. How do we prevent it from happening? Pretty simple:

* Make martial arts ( self defence techniques) compulsory in every school and neighborhood from class 1.. This will strengthen the body and the mind.
* Each one of us should educate one girl child somewhere in the country. Only with education there will be financial security ( and less dependency on men)
* Provide with life and personal skills ( confidence, self esteem, self worth, communication) which will ensure that everyone is supremely confident and self reliant
* Have local self help groups that provide the much needed support system.

This should change the position of women in the country. Only when women are confident, stable, self reliant, courageous , educated and smart can we envisage a safe environment

Lets not wait for our government and our country to do anything! We have seen what has been happening so far. and its only getting worse!

Let us do our bit today! Lets start by educating ONE girl child. Its time!

Selfishness Vs Selflessness

Selflessness is a virtue! Agree? But who has ever found out??? Coz at the end of the day EVERY human being is selfish and the sooner we accept that the better it is for us and for everyone around us.

Humans are not engineered or even capable of loving anyone more than themselves! Maybe as much..but never ever more!

When I started my talk with this truth to a group of women, there was chaos! Utter and complete chaos!! They all said they love their children the most and they would do anything for their child! One of them gave an example of how if she had one apple and her child asked for it she would happily give it! ( i would give it any child whether they ask for it or not) ,  another said her child's happiness is greater than hers ( provided of course if it suits her at that point of time) yet another said the most bonded  and precious relationship is that of a mother- child and a mother would do ANYTHING for that child! " Hold it there" I said.".by anything you mean anything"? One said" yes, even give our lives"! Bingo!

I posed the next question- If mothers are willing to give their lives, then how come we don't see any mother dying when her child dies'?  ( rare exceptions are the mentally disturbed ones) There was a long silence and everyone were squirming in their seats. They had no answer because there are NO answers! Life does go on with or without anyone! 

Agreed!  Mothers are  the most selfless of the lot! But most of it is done for self gratification, the desperate need to feel needed and wanted, to feel indispensable at least to someone!  I do need to add here even this is as long as the child does what she wants it to do! We often see when children grow up and have their opinions and sometimes disagree or contradict their moms, then some things change ( and not necessarily for the better!!  and not to mention the incessant chanting of how MUCH they are doing for their family! Tchh tchh..But then this is a different story altogether!

To put it in a nutshell! What is the moral of the story? Accept the fact that you need to have a life for  yourself  (at least a little- without feeling guilty or miserable) at least for an hour in a day do something just for yourself- dance, sing, start a hobby, do something productive ( watching soaps and chatting on the net dont count), balance your life and most important GET A LIFE! You will be a happy person and you will die a more contented person.

Zindagi rocks- selfish or selfless! :)

Security for women!

A couple of months ago there was a huge hue and cry in the media regarding the safety of women in the train. It took a death of a young woman for people to realise this. The television channels shouted themselves hoarse, women associations had marches and condolence meetings. Now what? It just died a natural death.

The government or the authorities will not do anything about this for common man like you and me.

Many times, in the railway stations I see a battalion of policemen..just milling around..You guessed it! One of our honourable ministers is boarding the train!  He comes sauntering surrounded by another 50 policemen.He boards the train and along with him 10 policemen. Not only this. Every station the train stops,( about 15 of them) there are about 50 local policemen just waiting for this minister and not to mention, when he reaches his destination!!And all this for the safety of ONE man!!!!! Ironical isn't it? The life of the common man has zero value, that is why no one could be bothered!

But I dont think we should wait for someone to give us protection. What we could do:
1. Learn any form of martial arts. I know kalari payt and this gives me the edge.
2. Carry a pepper spray in your bag or atleast a salt shaker filled with chillie powder.
3. Kick the man hard in his groin. This will incapacitate him temporarily. Bobbiting comes later.
4. Avoid lonely places, going alone and be home by dusk. Men here turn to werewolves post 7 pm..and im talking from experience, which luckily I could handle. Being home at dusk, coming from somebody like me..sounds ridiculous..but its the only thing that works in a place like this..where most men are frustrated, desperate and think of women solely as sex objects.
5. Avoid arguing with a group of people.Mass psychology is sickening and can go to any extremes.They seem  to have courage when they are in a gang and doesnt stop them from doing anything. When they are alone, they are terribly weak and scared.
6. If someone follows you by foot or tries to act funny..just shout at the top of your voice. You will see him scampering off like a rabbit.
7. If someone is following you on a bike or car.just stop and note down the number! They will disappear.
8.Keep police station numbers- control room , vanitha police, highway patrol numbers stored on your mobile.

9. Pray to God. If none of the above works, then your only hope is God..
Stay safe/ stay strong

morning walks

Up at 5.45 am..ready to leave by 6 am..( have to tell you that i hit the sack at 9.30 pm every night)..and im away on my long walks..I love it! he cool breeze, the fresh air..i take big gulps of the crisp morning air and i feel like i am floating! The birds twitter..the leaves rustle..the serene sorrounding..i drink in all this feeling ecstatic..

as i walk along..i wonder..in the path i take we are about 10 regular walkers..most of them above 60 who have started walking on doctors orders- could be the heart or the brain..and they do it with such lethargy and such a grumpy expression. For crying out loud..why cant they be happy that they are alive and walking!!
Another feature very particular only to Kerala is that when i pass the walkers they smell so good..Gosh! I must be stinking..i wonder how they manage to have their bath with sweet smelling soap, douse themselves with talc and get ready in the wee hours..so thats something for my olfactory stimulation..i make sure i take deep breaths when i pass by..

one thing that upsets me is that we make such a mess..what i find is lay packets, broken bottles, dosa maav cover, plastic sheets by the dozen ( and calicut is a plastic free city) and all kinds of rubbish..all lying around..i think we should each be responsible to make sure we keep our sorroundings clean and tidy..is it that difficult???? I think its our moral and social reponsibility..if each one of us did our thing..then we dont need the cleaning crew!!
So i think we should all start walking ( its free by the way!) and enjoy the feeling of being alive and amidst our beautiful nature and city..the way it appears at 6 am!!:)

reality shows

I have been watching an amazing reality show in one of the regional channels. The young kids dancing. What talent and confidence! Hats off to the choreographers especially in a round called "world dance".

The judges, for a welcome change, are very encouraging, gentle and kind. They are professional artists as well.

Of course the kids do lack the finesses and the perfection, but then with the limited exposure and resources, they are exceedingly good.

Last couple of weeks, there is one round called the Challenge round. Kids dance on globes suspended in midair, on ladders, being lifted up by sheets. Yes! They do beautiful acrobatics, twists and turns..and all this WITHOUT a safety harness or hooks!! How can the channel, the judges and the parents allow this? It is so dangerous! One slip, one fall is enough to cause grievous injury, quadraplegia and even death. Why do they put innocent children through this, when all they have to do is to make safety a priority and mandatory!

I can understand this is a competetion..but nothing is worth more than a childs safety and life.

In yesterdays episode, a 11 year old child was dancing in midair, holding onto two sheets. And the mother in the audience, was closing her eyes and praying throughout. Well..but then she is permitting her child to do all this..so why then make this Gods responsibilty?? And one of the judges even commented that the mother was busy praying and did not watch her daughter dance. But noone cares about the child!

In another episode, a child , again doing some complicated steps, twists and turns, is being coached by his father. After the performance, the judge asked him if his father beat him during the training. The kid said "no" glancing at his father. Then this 'father' tells everyone..i admit..i have beaten him! Gosh!! This is child abuse!! and that too coming out in the open like this. Had this happened in any western country, the father would have been taken to task by law and the child put in a foster home! All on counts of 'cruelty'

Sadly, in India, there is NO value for human life, be it big or small, rich or poor. We are not protected by law, by our law keepers nor by our own family! And we talk about generation next!

I am ME!

I am me!

If you ask me to describe myself, i guess the oddest of the adjectives would be applicable to me..

Eccentric, unconventional, wild, crazy, weird, non conforming, extreme, unpredictable..I could go on and on..

But i was still me..maybe i took an oath at birth..that i wouldnt change for anything or anyone..refused to change and even now im the same. I am ME with all my imperfections and truthfulness..yes thats another part of me..discretion has never been in my dictionary..if someone asks me..i will tell them the truth ( unless the person/s with me dont want me to say)

while growing up..as kids..we are hardly judgemental..or cynical..so i was just accepted..and the teachers at school..well..i guess they had no choice.,.,with my dad having built the school and mom the local power house..they had to turn a blind eye to my idiosyncracies..

later..in college..i was still the same..i didnt have to act..never pretended..i was ME..many people came in contact with me and left as fast..but some have remained with me..as part of me..the same continued as we were thrown out into the wild bad world..again.people trooped in and out of my life...and some stayed..and they became a part of me and vice versa..

what i want to tell the world today-- i marvel at the way how these friends have just accepted me for what i am.,,for who i am..non judgemental, ungrudgingly.unquestioningly..totally and what more..loved me as much..  yes..no questions asked..no explainations needed for any of my actions or reactions..i have lived my life the way i wanted to..( of course-- the cardinal rule is whatever i do..i ensure noone gets hurt) ..sometimes socially unacceptable...but nothing mattered to them..but me..they stood by me..like solid rock through my thicks and thins/sins...these people must be superior beings..

Today..my dearest friends who are around the world..i bow to you..i salute you.. and i dedicate this blog to you.,.and from the bottom of my heart..thank you for accepting me, loving me and keeping me as I am..I am so proud and happy that you wonderful people are a such an essential part of my gloriuos world...and have given me so much to live for and live with..when you could have just walked away..yet..you stayed..

God bless you all...and peace be with you always..

To all my  dearest..friends..my love and my gratitude.. I LOVE YOU ALL..

Guzarish..

Guzarish isnt a movie! Its an experience! Exhilarating..enchanting  and exotice..

I havent been touched by any other movie more intensely than this one. Or moved so much.The way emotions have been depicted , handled and expressed is to be felt than seen or heard. Each one so different but finally so complete and total- Fear, frustration, love, forgiveness, pain, disappointments, passion. Every relationship- friendship, motherhood, lovers, professional has been  tried, tested ,pulled apart and put together in perfect symmetry ,with so much intensity and without the drama! You go through each one, savouring them, living them and at the same recalling similar moments and relationships in our own lives. So damn beautiful.

Whats most amazing was the depiction of love in its highest , purest and truest form! Such sublime love reserved for  the very privileged few. The rest of us can only go through this through Guzarish! There is no take.only give, there is no expressing only feeling, there is no speech, only touch, there are no promises, only honouring them, there is no wishing, only doing.And we go through each of this..and how!!!!! ..a roller coaster ride ..of confusion, passion, compassion..of wanting,seeking and longing ..and wanting more, seeking more and longing more ...and this feeling stays on with us...being a part of us..

That people can rise so high, that relationships can be so sacred and holy..questions arise..so do doubts..are these human beings for real? Sanjay Leela Bansali has done it again! He has risen above the ordinary, above the mundane, above the unreal and given us the gift of GUZARISH! Hats off to you, Sanjay! And thank you for this most AMAZING  180 minutes experience you gave us! Unforgettable!

the road diggers!!

Have you ever noticed the state of our roads..well..the state its in..one cannot miss.
We do spend a lot of time on the road- in cars, autos, buses and as pedestrians.Why not? The roads are meant for us and we are the taxpayers as well..so we are all kind of owners of the roads.

But what do we get in return??

The following-\

Potholes ( to which if you fall into would double up as a grave), broken parts, uneven footpaths ( where there ARE footpaths), gravel and sometimes not even a road!!!!..thanks to the leaders we elect year after year ..thats another story by itself..

but what i wanted to share was something  else..yess..the road diggers!

In a radius of 3 kms, at any time of the year, you will find minimum 4 places where there is active digging going on..either in the middle , sides or on footpaths. If you ask them..they will be from water authority, electricity board or the telephone departments ( sometimes even private citizens digging for some connection or the other)

Errrr..but they are not 'exactly' from the departments..but contract workers whose only job is to DIG!

At times you find the 'supervisor' ( some of them have aides who hold umbrellas over their heads for sun and rain )  with an air of importance and supremacy ,for about 30 minutes or so to ensure that the digging starts on time. Thats the last you see of them

Some places we find a board saying "men at work', other places a stick dug into the ground..if we are lucky the stick will have a red cloth hanging on it ( in Kerala there is no dearth for red cloth of course) But most of the time, you will find mud slung carelessly on both sides that indicates some serious digging is happening

And then the diggers are it..digging deep and wide in desperate vigour and enthusiasm! It may last 2 hours, half a day, one day, several days. Sometimes we find them coming back in regular intervals as well to continue where they left off..more diggging of course!

Whatever the time duration what we are left with is this-

- trenches that are dug and left open. With no warning signs or boards. Just like that! Maybe the contract workers are hired just to dig it open and not close them.

- hurriedly closed holes that look like  heavily  pregnant boas.

- closed holes with huge pipes thrown on them ( which luckily are gaily colourful!)

- and not a single person ACCOUNTABLE or  ANSWERABLE to such irresponsibilities!

So we what we have learnt

- take all this in our stride..even accept it
- master the art of walking or steering expertly around and through these trenches- closed or opened.
- and still continue to pay road taxes!

Jai Hind!

horns and honks

Typical day...on the road..

traffic jams, people crossing the road at their will and wish, bicycles trying to overtake you, cops flagging down suspected offenders, dead animals, threatening bus drivers..scenes after scenes of a drama unfolds..

but the Oscar goes to...The HONKERS!!!

God..you are in a block that is a mile long...all stuck like sardines in a can.and this smart alec ( always a male..) starts honking!!! sigh...now what the hell does he want ME to do??? fly 6 feet above so he can drive past???

Again you are in a traffic light..behind 20 cars..the light turns green..and guess what?? even when the light is orange our hero starts honking...sigh..now what? does he think im settling down in that space?

Other day I was in a highway..very light traffic..a car about 10 metres behind me and nothing between us.. honking non stop...for what????

Once in Nadakkav junction, I actually got out of the car and went and yelled at this retard who was leaning on his horn despite a dozen vehicles AND a cop in  front of my car.. and he is looking at me bewildered with a look that said..'now what did I do'?...sigh

In a nutshell..people honk and honk..why?

Coz they have a horn and they SHOULD use it??
Is it a syndrome?
Is it a manifestation of some unresolved experence?
Is it a superiority complex? listen..i have a horn and its my birthright ????
Coz its freeeeeee????? Not taxable?????

Whatever..they are enough to give anyone a severe, untreatable case of road rage..and not to mention..Noise pollution!

But we can do something..charge people for every time they use the horn for NO reason ..which is like almost every time!! Calicut will be RICH! :)

anyways guys..One for the road! Cheers!!:)

have you wondered....

Have you ever wondered..

In an ATM, the reciepts are thrown all over ..some crumpled..some torn..

and all this  inspite of a waste paper basket kept there for the very purpose?

Its crazy..

Is it that people

* dont care
* dont know
* dont bother
* too lazy to bend
* bad aim

Whatever it is..it is not good at all..a decent level of responsibilty,cleanliness and concern should be in all ATM users.

I have seen baskets mounted at waist level in some atms..but even then!!!! Papers scattered all over!!!

Why ask for receipts in the first place if you dont want to keep them?

Maybe the ATM machine should have facility to check your balance too?

At least then we will have clean ATM's..One day hopefully. Will we???