Nothing lasts forever and this is one of the harsh realities of life. Change is another name for such realities. And Amit and Vijay who are fast friends realize this after they are separated. Although they say that distance makes the heart grow fonder, but many a times we find that the distance and time widens the gap in the best of the relationships. So how do you deal with this?
Amit glanced at his watch. It was half past nine on a sunny morning. He was seated at his desk in the classroom and Vijay was absent. Amit was dreadfully afraid that Ms. R would be angry.
Ms. R. was their social science teacher. She was especially fond of History. And surprisingly enough both Amit and Vijay found it an absorbing subject and they owed their interest in it to her for she was an admirable teacher. History was her passion and she took great pains to get the students involved in the events that seemed dry and lifeless in the text-book. Continue reading “But life goes on …”
My name is Velu and I live in a small village near Madras. I am 12 years old. I don’t go to school. I come from a very poor family. My father works in the fields of the Zamindar. My mother works as a servant in the haveli. My father drinks and beats us. I work in a beedi factory. I work from early morning to late night. I feel tired with my work. We work in a dark, crowded and stuffy room. My fingers ache making the beedis. Our master is a hard man; he gives us very little for the work we do. Last year some ‘afsars’ came from Madras and he hid us all. For two days there was no work. We didn’t have enough food to eat. Then soon we were called back. I am not happy. I don’t like to work. I want to learn. It was a journalist who heard our call for help. He took our photos and it was there in a newspaper. You too must have seen it. After that we were rescued by a group of people. But nothing changed. Now we didn’t even have the work and there was no money. My father beat me a lot. All that changed with the arrival of Naidu Sa’ar. Naidu Sa’ar has himself suffered from this trauma in his childhood. He now works in a factory but it is his dream to help as many children as possible. We have begun our effort with our village. Now all of us go to a small school to study and learn. Naidu Sa’ar had helped us to do this. He had put in the money required for all this. Our dream is to also help other poor children in the villages. I am writing this letter to ask you for your help. You are a big man and I have often seen your photo in the newspaper. Please heed our call and send your aid in the name of ‘Mimbangal’- Images. We aim to make a difference in the lives of many youngsters. And we will succeed if you help us.
A fan of yours,
I wrote a fictional letter addressed to a celebrity on the spur of the moment to submit as part of an assignment in ‘Social Marketing’ during my first year of MBA PG degree at NMIMS.
Our Professor shortlisted it along with another submission for it to be narrated to the class. Post the narration a vote was done by show of hands and this piece emerged as the winner. I think it helped that I wrote using very short sentences and as simple words as possible. Many people told me later that they could visualize the story as it was being narrated.
“Immediate revelation being a much easier way for men to establish their opinions and regulate their conduct than the tedious and not always successful labour of strict reasoning, it is no wonder that some have been very apt to pretend to revelation, and to persuade themselves that they are under the peculiar guidance of heaven in their actions and opinions …”
“Their minds being thus prepared, whatever groundless opinion comes to settle itself strongly upon their fancies is an illumination from the Spirit of God and presently of divine authority; and whatsoever odd action they find in themselves a strong inclination to do, that impulse is conducted to be a call or direction from heaven …”
– An essay concerning Human Understanding, John Locke
I began my life’s journey by observing my parents and near dear ones. Here I developed strong likes and dislikes, the Do’s and Don’ts in my life. I believed that I was very rational and had developed a good sense of judgement. And I was brutal and ruthless in forming my values like for instance I banished religion completely from my life so I could fit the Western ‘mold’. I often felt that my behavior was the most appropriate one for any occasion. I believed that the ‘Middle Class’ was the most ‘progressive’ of all classes and the government policies, often populist in nature, did this class a great disservice. I give these examples only to illustrate the kind of beliefs which I had accepted and I will return to these examples later on. In brief I felt that I was heads and shoulders above the common mass and no one could predict my responses. And I was twenty-one years of age! Continue reading “My freshman year at NMIMS!”
“Any attempts to live within one’s means are vulgar, adopted by all and sundry so I cannot be a party to it. To spend money is an art, to save it is a science; can I be blamed if I have an artistic temperament?”
My father provides me with what I like to call a ‘Monthly Allowance’. Also I keep the revenue raised from the disposal of newspaper raddi and milk bags for recycling. At times I get legacies from my relatives, especially my elder brother. And finally I make a little from my writings too.
And as Nevil Shute has said in his novel, ‘The Ruined City’, “If you are careful and wise, and prudent, you can live on that amount of money. And you have to be intelligent and well-educated too, and rather selfish. If you were like that you’d get along all right but you wouldn’t have a penny to spare. But if you were human, well you’d be in for it.” Continue reading “‘Penny wise, pound foolish?’”
‘The Lexus and The Olive Tree’ is a book published by The New York Times acclaimed columnist Thomas Friedman in 1999. I read the book for the first time in early 2001 and recently re-read the same. It is an interesting experiment to compare the book that is written in a manner wherein ‘willy-nilly’ it predicts the short-term future against the actual events that have happened in the past decade. While one concedes that it is always easier to be wiser in hindsight, all the same the book turned out to be less prophetic than what I thought of it the first time I read it.
In 2001 I had just completed my MBA in Marketing and was working as a Sales Manager with an MNC managing a team selling ‘EMI’ finance options to retail customers interested in buying Consumer Durables. Freshly out of college and learning the ropes on my newly found job that allowed me financial freedom, I was tuned to accept the relentless march of consumerism as a foregone conclusion. Globalization and the challenges it faced interested me a lot.
Youngsters seeking their soul-mates nowadays, empowered by their parents and spoilt for choice, may little appreciate the concept of a ‘Arranged Marriage’. Nonetheless to make any relationship work, the romantic overture hardly matters for the real work starts only once the honeymoon is over.
In this context, ‘Mouna Ragam’ is worth a watch even today in order to learn some lessons on what makes the ‘modern marriage’ work. “A movie made in 1986 is still relevant in 2013?”, you may ask rather incredulously. My answer is, “Yes – aren’t Classic movies supposed to be precisely that?”
‘Mouna Ragam’ is a Tamil romantic movie that was directed by Mani Ratnam and released in 1986. Starring Mohan, Revathi and Karthik, it went on to garner much critical and commercial acclaim. It became a ‘Classic’ movie that defined an anachronistic era wherein, even in the educated ‘Middle Class’ families, marriages were ‘arranged’ by the Elders in the family and youngsters were not encouraged to choose their own life partners. We led cloistered lives dominated by the local culture and with very little idea on the kind of marriages that happened in the other parts of the world. Continue reading “‘Mouna Ragam’ (Silent Symphony) – my ‘all-time-favorite’ Tamil romantic movie”
Recently I met an old friend of mine in Chennai. He is a veteran ‘Word Press’ blogger with serious interests in writing on Politics, Philosophy, Culture, Management and Ethics. Since I just started my blog about a month ago, it was interesting to exchange our views on the medium and my experience so far. Continue reading “My First Month on Word Press Blog”
It is a bad, bad world indeed is the common consensus. Everybody seems to be so selfish and indifferent these days. But I don’t agree. There are many good Samaritans from all walks of life who continue to do their work quietly and without any fuss. They represent the Silver lining in today’s troubled times.
This incident took place two years ago. One of my parent’s acquaintance live in Madras. Their daughter, who works for a local company there, had some urgent work to attend to in Pune and she made a sudden train trip to Pune. She didn’t have time to inform us about her plans and hence we were unaware about her arrival at the station. Continue reading “No baksheesh please.”
The cycle repair shop was a kilometer away from my home, but then it was the only shop I could rely on. Hence when it came to changing my cycle’s tyre, there was no choice but to visit that shop. The shop was well-known and my word being a bit tedious, I had to wait for a while to have it attended to. The kind proprietor offered me a seat. Soon I was busy admiring the nature scene around me. Continue reading “Joy rides on the cycle”
“Anybody can become angry – that is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way – that is not within everybody’s power and is not easy.” Aristotle
Philosophers. There comes, I suppose, a stage in everyone’s life when one turns to them to seek peace and contentment, knowledge and wisdom in life. Recently I found much pleasure in seeking the wise counsel of such philosophers, whose teachings I assumed would make life simple and easy. Continue reading “Slow to anger …”