Monthly Archives: July 2007

NAMMA BENGALURU

NAMMA BENGALURU

I was returning home from Domlur about a week back and as usual was waiting at a signal near Trinity circle on my two-wheeler. And the following scene caught my attention. Not only mine but most of the other motorists too. A group of kids on the pavement were performing some ‘stunts’. And by kids, I mean KIDS (maybe 7-8 year olds). Among them was this awesome-twosome (as I would like to call ‘em), two tiny boys with their pants almost falling off (I mention this not to add humour). One boy was hitting the dholak while the other did a few somersaults and then his ‘dholak-friend’ joined him too. But this wasn’t it. Then, one of them brought out an iron ring and put himself through it. (Did I mention that the diameter of the ring must have been just about 7inches or so?!). The ring was small yet the boy went through it from head to toe. Next, one of the boys put the ring through him till his waist and lay down on the ground with it round his waist. The other kid went through it again but this time both of them were in it. I was shocked, literally shocked.

The signal turned green and our bit of ‘entertainment’ was interrupted. I didn’t know whether I should applaud those kids for being able to bend their bodies so well or just be sorry for them for their tiny waistlines.

As I proceeded, I was thinking as to what a marvelous sight I had witnessed but at the same time I realized I had a tear in my eye.

MY IDENTITY

MY IDENTITY

 

Sometime back I was reading this column by Sudha Pillai in a daily. I am an ardent admirer of Ms.Pillai for her simple, yet intense writings. This particular week, her article was with reference to voting. She had narrated an incident from her own life in that. She happened to speak to a vegetable vendor one day and the vendor mentioned something about being late the next day, as she had to go early and vote for the elections. Pillai asked her why she was taking so much pains to actually go and vote, not even sure if her vote would make a difference or not. And this is what the lady had to say, It gives me an identity. It might not make a difference but I know I am part of something.

 

As I read these words, I was really moved. It got me thinking. I am 18 years of age but now I know for sure that I will vote in the next election and exercise my right.

 

I then realized how ignorant some people are because they never vote, as they believe their vote wouldn’t make a difference. They believe that in spite of voting only corrupt people will come to power. Well, I don’t think so. If you don’t vote, you are one of those corrupt people. By voting, you are part of a movement. You can make a difference because every single vote counts. It is after all tiny drops that make an ocean.

Get a voter id card and make a difference. PLEASE VOTE.

 

MOTHER KNOWS BEST?

MOTHER KNOWS BEST?

 

 

A man can be as good a parent as a woman but he does not though he tries too hard sometimes. What fathers generally do is impose rules on the children and just give them permission to do things. But they don’t do what they are supposed to. LISTEN. This is one good aspect that Mothers are extremely good at. Fathers make decisions quickly with respect to their children not knowing what the after effects are going to be like. Women do have an advantage of being closer to their children from the time they are in the womb. Men lose out on this. But again, eventually, it is efficiency, experience and understanding that count. Fathers generally don’t take part in activities like giving the baby a sponge bath, feeding the baby, etc. this is where experience comes in. It is assumed that when the baby is born, he/she is automatically to be looked after by the mother only. Men should take part in these small activities and build a close bond with their child. Take a keen interest in what they are doing. Who are you earning for? Of what use are your earnings if your child doesn’t even know the father well. Don’t just be a father who teaches his son to play football or gives his daughter her first dancing lessons. Be more than that. BE A GOOD FRIEND.

Today’s Society Needs Men of Character

Today’s Society Needs Men of Character

 

Man is the bad child of the universe. And it is because of him that we are here today, in this society. We consider ourselves highly evolved and cultured. Poverty, unemployment, corruption and all the other black marks in our society are only because of us. At the rate at which we are all going, there will be no room for development. For this not to happen, we need humans. And by humans, I am referring to the beings with character…men with character, people who are ready to help in the growth of the society and eventually grow as individuals. Character is an integral part of one’s persona. And you are your character.

 

To help improve our standard of living and for overall development, we need broad-minded workers who dare to dream. We need men who are capable of working towards the betterment of our society. Our society, which is in the brink of losing its colour, can be made better by the relentless efforts of like-minded men who work as a group and at least make a hard beginning to expect a good ending.

 

Man should realize that this is our home, our warm abode. We cannot live in a barbarous civilization. Our skills and strengths are to be used adequately and judiciously. We expect joy, peace and rest. But do we work towards these luxuries? Instead, we run behind the green stuff (read money). Everything cannot be served to us on a platter. An extra effort should be made to achieve our goal. To expect results without antecedents is to expect cake without ingredients.

 

We live in a confused society. Nobody knows what they want and what is required of him or her. Everything seems to be an issue. Literally everything. No doubt there are issues. Bad roads, smoking, dance bars, religion, the list is endless. But we don’t seem to be looking for solutions. The verdict has never been passed.

 

In a world obsessed with consumerism, we have become a fruitless society who abuses our limited resources. It is our duty to learn about our responsibilities. We often need to be reminded about the roles we play and have to be taught the art of sharing love with others. Use, do not abuse. Neither abstinence nor excess renders man happy. Rights and wrongs are all part of the game. It is our perspective that matters. We live in a methodical world not an accidental one. Our thinking needs to be practical. The world is sown with good. We have to reap from it. Consider it a duty to work, to work hard, to work harder and to keep working hard. Perseverance is a key to fulfillment. Evil is not absent. Negative things surround us. We need to be optimistic. The light at the end of the tunnel need not necessarily be that of another train.

 

But what is society?

A structured and interdependent community, an organization of persons sharing a common aim or interest. This barely holds good for where we stand today. Violence has taken over. Violence in every which form. There are differences in every walk of life. We have become an unruly lot. Basic rights are being questioned. Opportunities are available depending upon the gender you belong to. Even tolerance has lost its place. Women are still being tortured. Small children are beaten up and made to work for a meager wage. And we call ourselves ‘modern’. From no angle is all this in the direction of development.

 

We all have to learn to live together as a society. We need to realize that administering our nation for the welfare of its citizens is a serious task.

The main problem in our country is division. We consider social status in almost every little thing. We differentiate with regard to class, caste and creed. Our education has taught us nothing. Education is for life, not just for a living. Irrespective of the tremendous advancement in science, philosophy, religion and secular subjects, predominant myths do exist.

 

When a girl named Imrana is raped, we question her caste, her behavior and her actions. We forget that the victim here is being tortured for absolutely no fault of hers. We forget that our verdict will change her life. We forget so many things. We call ourselves a democracy but there is no togetherness in our affairs. In our society, with its increasing population, corruption has wrongly been passed off as a means to survive.

We need to wake up and perceive things. Help those who are less fortunate.

 

It is easy to plant a bomb and take away thousands of lives. But it takes so much more to provide relief to those affected. When you have chosen a part, abide by it, and excel in it. Always do what you are afraid to do. There is always a best way of doing anything. And making the smallest contribution to help another is a good start.

 

Developmental issues are literally knocking on our doors and we should not lend a deaf ear. We can make a big difference in a small way. Political power is not everything. It is all in our own hands. We have to make the difference. We have to take the next step towards progress. We should not be shunned by poverty or any other social issue. We need a better place to live in. We have to learn to love and give, to cheer and share and become fine civilized people.

 

Everyone of us would like to be successful, happy and loved. Nothing is achieved before it is thoroughly attempted. More than an individual effort, we should work as a team with good intentions and a common vision. We are, after all, the society. It is our growth and our development we have to work towards. It is for us to lead a better life tomorrow. We are wiser than we know. Let us join hands together to make a better tomorrow.

Roads and Rambles

Roads and Rambles

Narrow pathways, mud roads, curious kids, tractor rides and much more. Villages are said to be the essence of India. A trip to a village always irks the curiosity of any city-bred dude or dudette. And a trip to four villages would not let anyone down. Our guides Manju and Lakshmi made it safely through the trip inspite of the company they were leading.

The four villages of Bangalore Rural – Golahalli, Tagachaguppe, Devegere and Gonipura – gave us a glimpse into the life of a major portion of India’s life. Each village gave us a different picture and a rather modern one at that.

The village of Golahalli was the first stop for our group of enthusiastic, budding and noisy journalists. Being welcomed by a farmer with a mobile phone in his hand was not the sight we were expecting to see. Also, seeing a tailor shop has never been as exciting for me before. Speaking to the people of the village and the tax collector of the Gram panchayat, I realized how differently they saw their life in that village. While the people there spoke about the problems they had, the tax collector denied the existence of any such problems. Well, it isn’t very surprising to see this in a country with some of the best politicians!

Though caste has always been an issue in our secular country, Tagachaguppe had both Hindus and Muslims living in harmony with each other. It was one of the villages where Hindi was also spoken apart from Kannada. Our guide even told us about the campaigning strategies of the politicians using nylon sarees, dark sunglasses for the snooty kids, toddy for the men and what not.

Despite the fact that we work with computers almost every single day, I have never seen it being used in a village. In the village of Devegere, a computer that was given to the local dairy is used to keep an account of the 700 litres of milk that is collected from surrounding villages and later sent to the city.

Gonipura was our stop to sip some cocacola at the local groceries and listen to around 40 kids sing for us. This is just outside Golahalli and shares all the same facilities of that village.

Well, the experience was far from boring or mundane. Though libraries functioned without any electricity or village temples have restricted entries, the smiles of the people were not missing. A second trip will not be too far. But that time, I’m taking the bus.