Thursday, 15 December 2011

I love Bangalore

This weekend, we had two different experiences with the auto drivers. At one junction, we asked the auto driver, if he would come to our area. He demanded Rs.50, when we refused, he asked to pay Rs.40. Then he said, pay Rs.10 extra on the meter. My husband M sensed he was drunk and he said we won’t get into that auto. When we started moving away, that auto driver got down and started coming towards us. We walked away, he was yelling from behind. He was asking us to walk home, ridiculing us. We did not care and walked to the next auto and got into his auto. He demanded more, knowing that we were walking away from that drunk driver. Although, we were pi**ed off with him, we were forced to leave and went by that auto.
When driving towards our home, one biker cut in front of our auto and tried to overtake him. The auto driver was so angry that he cornered him and made him stop, after which they almost got into a fist fight. I guess the biker was drunk in this case. In a matter of 10 minutes, we saw two drunk drivers on a Sunday evening.
So many drunk drivers let loose on the road. They are posing safety threats for themselves and people travelling by public transport. How can I endorse public transport, this being the case? Are the Traffic Cops of Bangalore listening????
Please help in making Bangalore safe. I love Bangalore.
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Unplanned trip to Mantralaya

We went on a one day trip to Mantralaya. It was totally unplanned. My husband M is like this. He loves to travel and is always ready to go. I often tell him, you are always with one leg set outside the house on the weekends. He gets so restless when he has to sit at home on the weekend. So Mantralaya happened this way. My mom and grand mom joined us. Three + two = five of us set off on Saturday, the 3rd Dec.
We had no tickets with us. It was a similar situation on 17th Oct, when we went to Tirupati. It was 10 in the night and we were in Majestic with no ticket. Then for some reason, my husband assumed Mantralaya bus was Tirupati’s and he got in, while outside I stood wondering what he was doing? Then we got a comfortable bus to Tirupati. So, we assumed there would be many Volvo buses to Mantralaya (wrong assumption), as is the case for Tirupati. We luckily got a bus and some manageably comfortable seats. The conductor and driver were good and my husband got into a good conversation with them and was thrilled to know that the bus had actually come to Bangalore from Chintamani (his home town). We reached Mantralaya, had a wonderful and quick darshan. You would not believe me; Manchamma Devi’s darshan took longer. We filled our eyes with the wonderful sight of Guru Rayaru. I feel the Brindavana he is in, oozes out grace and kindness. I am still in that state of peace. We were tired of the night journey, so we went to the room and got some sleep after having had ”anna prasadam” from the temple.
After having slept well, we started off to Panchamukhi Anjaneya temple. That was pure fun. We went in a coracle (Teppa in Kannada), then waded through knee height water to reach the autos/cars standing on the other side of the Tungabhadra bank, hired a sumo to get to the temple. We got a nice and pleasing darshan of the god. Here we saw some rocks, which were supposedly used by Hanuman as a pillow and a bed. It was exciting to listen to these stories and imagine Hanuman having slept on that very rock. And yes, do you know that Hanuman never went to Vaikunta along with Sri Hari? Hanuman said that if Sri Hari promises him that he would continue to be Lord Rama and if Vaikunta is going to be filled with Rama Nama, he would accompany him. But when Hanuman learnt that would not happen, he said, he will continue to stay on earth and be present where ever there is Rama Nama. This temple also houses the sandals of Sri Hanuman. I just get carried away with such stories and I feel very excited seeing these things and listening to these stories.
So, after the Panchamukhi visit, we did some shopping on the streets of Mantralaya, we rushed to the room and packed and left to catch the bus. We were back in Bangalore at 5 AM on Monday morning. The unplanned trip happened to be exciting, fun and safe. Sometimes, unplanned trips offer an excitement for there are a lot of unknowns involved. But, I know it’s not always advisable and I am also not too “for” it.
However, I leave you all with this quote.
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." - Mark Twain

Thursday, 1 December 2011

World Aids Day

Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di???

No matter how hard I try not to think this way, there is a difference between North India and South India. Be it the food, the appearance, the skin complexion, the culture, everything is so different. This is a sensitive topic and I am not comfortable writing about it. But, I must say that many people still dont feel connected with South India. "We are from the North", kind of feeling exists in many of them. I dont want to offend anybody. But all that I care to say is that people feel divided within the same country. The sense of belonging is not seen. I feel sorry to say that and I want to truly see India as one country. The other day, on Radio One 94.3, a girl said she was from the North India. In some context, she said in "our side", we dont do it this way. The RJ caught her on that point and said, "What is this our side, your side? Please dont divide India into the North and South. And remember, please say you are from India. That is enough". I loved that RJ for this. Kudos to him. We all belong to one global village and should seek ways to connect to one another rather than disconnect. Nobody is superior or inferior. The ways are different, but diversity is what makes our country so beautiful. Please dont divide India by religion, caste, creed, color of the skin, language and state. We have enough problems as a country, let us not create problems within the country too. We are educated and matured to understand that all these does not matter when it comes to interacting with a person. All that matters is the person. Dont let all these useless differences poison your mind.
All said, today I rushed into a meeting as I was late. The meeting progressed and a mobile started ringing loudly. We always forget to put our mobiles in the meeting profile. The "murderous rage" song, "Why this kolaveri, kolaveri, kolaveri di?" played loudly, bringing a smile to everyone's lips. The otherwise serious meeting cooled down a little. The owner of the mobile, very conscious of the loud ring tone dug deep into his pant pocket, trying hard to reach it. He ran out of the conference room, letting the meeting continue. Anyways, the point I was trying to make here was that, he is from the "North" India. I truly was amazed to see him set a typical kuthu song from "South" India, as his mobile ringtone. Is this a sign of diminishing difference between the North and South? Its not false when people say Music has no boundaries, is it not? How about the Chamak Chalo song - the chartbuster song? It has Tamil lyrics in it. Another encouraging sign.
I pray many more such barrier breakers come and break all the differences within and between South, North, East, West and Central India. I just hope to see India as One country, one lovely Country.

Wednesday, 23 November 2011

Running is all that matters

Today was one of the frustrating days at work. I am stuck with the same old thought of what the hell on earth am I doing here? Do I love this job? Was I meant to do just this, stare at a stupid  monitor all my life and fix some bugs in the software code. I know I am not born to do just this. But I am not able to think of other things I could probably do, to make my otherwise mundane life interesting. I write, but I cant write to make a profession out of it. I dont think I am there yet. I sing, but only in the constraints of the house (a little more than the bathroom), I appreciate painting, but cant get a single stroke straight, I can sketch, but not a pro there too. I am not a great cook, creative but not so creative. Yes, I understand I am a bit of everything and a bit of nothing. A completely confused desi girl. I am wondering what I could pursue, to make an alternative career. But I just end up thinking, thinking and thinking.

While I was thinking hard about this an idea struck me. It was about asking my husband to travel abroad and find himself a job there, so that I can quit my job and go along with him. I was telling him to try abroad seriously. Just after I told him, a series of questions were popping up in my mind. I have no answers to any of them. They are plain thoughts captured here.

There are so many memories that surround the place we are born and brought up, the school we studied, the locality we lived in and so many simple things. Simple things are what make us most happy. That reminds me of a beautiful saying "It is so simple to be happy, but difficult to be simple". It could be the Pani puri shop that we regularly visited or the theatre we often freaked out to. These are the small things that have made us happy once upon a time. The very thought about these things, light up our mood and bring a smile to our face. But, with a decision to leave our country, we would leave behind all these places. With the progressive growth rate in every city, God knows how the place will turn out to be in a year (let alone when people come back in years). So, may be its not a strong enough reason to stop anybody from going.

Another fun part is festivals, going to a temple just whenever you feel like and attending functions (marriage, engagement, etc etc). I am not sure if anybody misses these things much, while they are abroad. People who are abroad may form a group or community and celebrate festivals together. They may be attending functions of the new friends there. And may be cross community friends makes their life more interesting (not sure, so I am unable to comment).

How do people leave their parents, sibblings and just go away to a far off place, just like that? Some people settle there to never return again. How can such a tough decision be made? So many people are married to a NRI who has settled abroad. They have to leave behind all their people, just to be married. They have grown up with their sisters and brothers. How can one relationship become so important in life, that we just leave all the others for good? I have my own sisters who have settled abroad and I wonder how they could make that decision. I am sorry to ask but I is there a bit much of selfishness about their lives and their happiness? I am not sure. I am not talking with any gender bias here, for it must be as difficult for the men to leave behind their family as it is for a women.

I cant imagine not seeing my mother for a long time (yes, I know webcam and all that technology exists but still you could not hug and kiss the real person on the webcam). May be there are options to make them travel. In the long run, when they grow old and when we have to be there for them, how can we make them travel? We have dependent visas, tourist visas but I have not heard of any old-parents-no-longer-able-to-take-care-of-themselves visa. The country is happy to take us in, for they are convinced that we will generate money for their economy. But they do not want our parents to tag along, who made us who we are. Afterall, why should they be concerned about our parents and other relationships when all that we care is about our comforts? Who will care about them, when we dont have the time to sit and think through these issues? All that we are concerned about is Me, My spouse and my children. Parents become an excess baggage after some point of time for most of us (I am not generalising here, please pardon, no offense intended).

However, why do we want to go abroad and settle there? Is it for more money, a greater lifestyle, to enjoy the luxuries of a more developed country? When we have all the money in the world and turn back to see nobody is there besides us to spend that money on, what do we do with that money? How much money do we really need to be happy? We want a big house, a big car, some bank balance, some pension plans, some money stashed up for our old age and some money to get our kids educated and see them settled. Do we stop at this? Does our wish list ever end?

They say "Participating is important than Winning". At the end of the mad race that we are all running, I am not sure if one is even going to feel satisfied that we ever ran this race? In all the running, we perhaps forgot the important point. Its not about running, its about how we run?

Tuesday, 15 November 2011

Pain....... feeling it


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Pain can never be expressed,
nor can it be felt by others.
It’s something I can’t talk about,
Words make it less hurting.
Loneliness and depression
come hand in hand with it
bringing along tears in the eyes,
and a sharp sting in the heart.
Losing a loved one or missing one,
Being betrayed or hurting someone.
The reasons being so different,
evoke the same pain at heart.

Tuesday, 8 November 2011

Assorted thoughts

*      No matter how many times I read Ramayana and Mahabharata, I find it interesting to read a newer version of it. It is retold by so many authors. It’s interesting to see how the same EPIC is interpreted so differently. How great is the story that it keeps us engaged although we know what is going to happen. I never get bored of these two EPICs. Now I am reading a version "Prince of Ayodhya" by Ashok.K.Banker. I am just waiting to go back and lay my hands on that book.
*      Such a beautiful sunrise today. Early mornings are such a pleasure; the crimson red sky and the light breeze refreshing the dull sleepy mind. I thought I would go back to sleep when I got up, but the beauty of the morning forbade me from wasting my time sleeping. It refreshed me so much that I was all charged up to do my house chores.
*      Festivals are fun. How would life be without festivals? Yesterday it was Tulsi Puja. I did not find time to do an elaborate puja. Just a small rangoli, few lamps and a small puja, was so soothing to my senses. Definitely the festivals were created with a purpose. It was to fill in positivity to the soul.
*      I want to lead a more disciplined life. I want to do yoga every day. Want to read the newspaper every day. But I don’t find time. No I am not making excuses. I have improved a lot after becoming a mother. But still, I have to go a long way in time management I believe.
*      I am feeling very bad for mom somewhere in the depth of my heart. I want to do something for her. I am not sure what.  I want to see her happy.
*      No matter how much I tell myself to work and not expect anything in return, when it comes to practicing it, I fail. I fail miserably. When I have toiled hard and somebody snatches away all the credit, I still cannot handle it. I feel very depressed and take some time to come out of it. I hate such personalities, who live on other people’s hard work. According to me, they are the worst lot of the mankind and are very tough to deal with.
Just after writing this post, I see the words that are bold in the above points. The good and nice outweigh the bad and sad bolds. That is a good enough reason for me to be happy today. Don’t you think so?
No matter what confronts you today, be happy. Spread the disease of happiness around. I accidently hit this site and found it beautiful. I can’t relate more to it.