It was a chilling late evening of October month as deepavalli left winter along with its light. Winter started replacing the old skin with new. We were heading towards our home from avenue road and I can feel the winter in my spines as I was a Pavilion rider. Bangaluru traffic is crude in its peak hours since it was 9 PM vehicles look sparse on road.
It is hardly 10 min ride left to reach ..We need to halt in the signal as it is long lineup of vehicles in sangam circle .Our bike was footing next to a car. A boy in the school uniform carrying a basket in his hand came running to our side from the opposite signal. He is a flower seller selling jasmine garland in the signal .He was going to each car and bike in the signal and displaying remaining 4 (mola-length of a garland from finger tip to elbow) fold flowers in his basket.
The car owner next to our bike called him and asked him to sell it for 30Rs but he was requesting
“Uncle …40 Rs uncle…”
and he dint agreed and boy went to next car in front of him…and after few seconds the same car owner called him …he came jumping …and again deal started car owner was asking same flowers for 35Rs ..and this boy was not ready for that …and again they refused he went back to next vehicle.
I called him …he came showing his basket with remaining flowers..
…”Aunty only this much left aunty buy all these for 40 Rs …”
and I don’t want argue with as I know he will not agree for less than 40 Rs …deal done..…neither he nor I had any cover to keep flowers he just poured them on my lap …and he was receiving money suddenly a another boy came ..
“Aunty see ..I have only 1 fold buy it off also…”
both the boys are desperate to empty their baskets …flowers got Tranlocated to my lap…both of them told
“Thumba (many) thanks Aunty”
and rushed to the footpath as signal started showing yellow and than turned green. In less than span of 3 minutes they are done with their job.
Those 50Rs that I spent is earning of those boys and I was happy that it is in safe hands. These boys will hand over them to feeding hands at home. I know such boys know the value of each coin they earn. I felt happy for their determination as they are respecting their identity and the way he was doing transaction with his customers. The smile on their face at the end of the sale is not much different from my daughter’s smile after looking at a chocolate. I agree I can’t buy flowers each day but when I can buy chocolate to my daughter once in while …then I can buy flowers from him with no reason and purpose.
Playing games with their friends after school…. doing regular homework of his class...enjoying warmth of family… features of the normal childhood ….the right of each kid… they may not able to do it . After school they would have came to the signal with basket full of flower. Their earning disguised high-priced childhood. We have examples of graduates around us who can earn and learn together.
They have their own definitions of the childhood. They are leaning the required degree to live with honor in biggest institution of life along with their school learning. Before he completes his secondary school he will learn to live independently with his earnings. His hardwork and determinations will become his ladder to climb heights and such struggle will set an example how one can shape his fortune….we do have such numerous references from history . It is Jasmine fragrance on my lap was swinging with air and empty baskets got into warm house happily to end their day.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Jai ho…
Its an august month…..the month look like as if lines of festival and events are waiting for their turn….Independence Day…Ganesha Chaturthi .On Saturday the high audible film songs are tortured my ears and brain from morning and I was forcefully preparing myself to bear it. It is the Ganesha pendal near by our house…so I need to absorb it. As day descended to eve suddenly music got muted I thought may be some problem with electricity or with their music system. After few hours I can hear approaching sound of Thamate and Bandset. …I realized they were preparing Ganesha for procession that is why music went off.
It is an exit procession of Ganesha and Gowri of our sarakki. The youth around Ganesha and Gowri look like fully charged photons and activating a chain reaction of Fusion in a reactor. The energy of their age was adding the flavour to the roads. The same old buildings and faces in them were looking at Ganesha with a smile. The dry sky also not pouring and doing favors to their presence on road. Slowly the procession took new look and size as the people from all age groups joined it .I can make out school kids, uncles crossed 40s, approaching 50s are also joining it along with highschool boys..where as girls and aunties standing near their gate and compounds observing their dear ones. I know many of these aunties had won prize for their beautiful rangolis on the road on which now Ganesha is slowly moving on tractor to take bath of year.
The unchoreographed dance getting superbly synchronized with the beats of thamate. The troupe of boys in front of Ganesha were in the heights of their enjoyment ..for surprise they were dancing one single step which suits only to that beat and…the hands and foot movements were similar and it look really great from my house balcony..
The youth in the whole organization from priest to the dancers down … few of them were 10th failed…PUC drop outs..degree holders with ‘( )’(incomplete) along with mature heads of the locality. For Me It look as if all failed students celebrating their victory with Ganesha/of Ganesha. They do lack their determination and hard work and to plan to accomplish their dream of getting their pending exams get passed, they do failed in getting support in life to establish them self in their business, and many of them do have {immature} love failures as well .
I felt…Most of these boys may not like each other ,may not know each other and they do have rivalry for silly matters but they are together with their Josh . Ganesha had pulled out the missing hard work and determination what they lack in them self. These boys really work together and sacrificed their time and laziness and add their creativity to build pendals ..for that they wait till late night till road sleeps..that do block he road next morning and it is a separate matter. They really become nomads while collecting chanda …they manage money to bring Ganesha …for pendal..for prize money..for prasada. If they collect chanda from local politicians they can manage for orchestra also. Politicians from different parties do give huge amount ..to their ‘future’ party workers.
In between all these circus their emerges a leader amongst them .a boy with incomplete dreams become a manager..he may need to fill up money for these things and more than that he do balance mismatching minds as well. If this new emerged leader is clever enough will learn to make money out of it and do gain some fame and name … become ‘some’ hand of some party leader to campaign for him in coming elections. Other wise he will like to remain in good guy section of the locality and conduct this event with his gang successfully. The Ganesha procession may not be always a uniting procession …few will use this event to take out their rivalry also.
In that procession Small ,medium, large size failures of few boys merged with Ganesha to make it a successful event …May be one fact is that road Ganesha united the colors of street. ..communities here …at the same stage an unseen leader also stand up from the group...as mixture of thoughts were occupying my mind…. my anger vanished with their sound and I smiled at their celebration. Jai ho to their spirits….
It is an exit procession of Ganesha and Gowri of our sarakki. The youth around Ganesha and Gowri look like fully charged photons and activating a chain reaction of Fusion in a reactor. The energy of their age was adding the flavour to the roads. The same old buildings and faces in them were looking at Ganesha with a smile. The dry sky also not pouring and doing favors to their presence on road. Slowly the procession took new look and size as the people from all age groups joined it .I can make out school kids, uncles crossed 40s, approaching 50s are also joining it along with highschool boys..where as girls and aunties standing near their gate and compounds observing their dear ones. I know many of these aunties had won prize for their beautiful rangolis on the road on which now Ganesha is slowly moving on tractor to take bath of year.
The unchoreographed dance getting superbly synchronized with the beats of thamate. The troupe of boys in front of Ganesha were in the heights of their enjoyment ..for surprise they were dancing one single step which suits only to that beat and…the hands and foot movements were similar and it look really great from my house balcony..
The youth in the whole organization from priest to the dancers down … few of them were 10th failed…PUC drop outs..degree holders with ‘( )’(incomplete) along with mature heads of the locality. For Me It look as if all failed students celebrating their victory with Ganesha/of Ganesha. They do lack their determination and hard work and to plan to accomplish their dream of getting their pending exams get passed, they do failed in getting support in life to establish them self in their business, and many of them do have {immature} love failures as well .
I felt…Most of these boys may not like each other ,may not know each other and they do have rivalry for silly matters but they are together with their Josh . Ganesha had pulled out the missing hard work and determination what they lack in them self. These boys really work together and sacrificed their time and laziness and add their creativity to build pendals ..for that they wait till late night till road sleeps..that do block he road next morning and it is a separate matter. They really become nomads while collecting chanda …they manage money to bring Ganesha …for pendal..for prize money..for prasada. If they collect chanda from local politicians they can manage for orchestra also. Politicians from different parties do give huge amount ..to their ‘future’ party workers.
In between all these circus their emerges a leader amongst them .a boy with incomplete dreams become a manager..he may need to fill up money for these things and more than that he do balance mismatching minds as well. If this new emerged leader is clever enough will learn to make money out of it and do gain some fame and name … become ‘some’ hand of some party leader to campaign for him in coming elections. Other wise he will like to remain in good guy section of the locality and conduct this event with his gang successfully. The Ganesha procession may not be always a uniting procession …few will use this event to take out their rivalry also.
In that procession Small ,medium, large size failures of few boys merged with Ganesha to make it a successful event …May be one fact is that road Ganesha united the colors of street. ..communities here …at the same stage an unseen leader also stand up from the group...as mixture of thoughts were occupying my mind…. my anger vanished with their sound and I smiled at their celebration. Jai ho to their spirits….
Thursday, May 21, 2009
My Small Teacher
It was tiring day in office and long week end with 3 days …I finished my duty and rushed to railway station along with my spouse and daughter for a journey of 3hours to my home town. It was 3 months that I visited my place. ..as bengaluru life exhausts me …. I need to recharge my battery…so journey to my town will be a delight for me.. always.
It was very relaxed railway flat form ….for surprise people in the flatform were not in hurry to end the day…and platform was relaxing as if they have given permission to take long breath ….. we three got comfort seat next to window. We settled down and train geared up to its speed towards its destiny. My daughter was excited inside and I kept quite and really enjoying her father struggling to manage her…. for a change.
Evening was getting more older and making objects outside the window more darker and slowly eyes finding it difficulty to spot things outside…and started guess working to recognize the texture and color of tress …mud…rocks and finally can only measure out outline of thing….slowly diluted sunlight got smeared on outside scene and I realized it was full moon in the sky… I was enjoying the dusk as it was very silent …and my mind was missing metro city…
After an adventure father and daughter settled down as she was busy with chocolate in her hand he was showing her moon out side …and she screamed “Amma! see moon is doing hide and seek”…I looked at her and towards moon …as she said the wind carrying blank clouds along with its speed making them appear off white when they pass in front of moon …which making moon appear and disappear …and it was happening till train allow us to watch it as it turned and direction changed.
Slowly a thought diffused in to mind….is really moon is hiding behind clouds….?
Moon is somewhere 3 lakh Km away from us and clouds are near to us than moon by some thousand KM …and clouds don’t have any intension to hide moon and moon definitely will be busy in going meery go round around our planet ….but still we think that clouds are hiding moon …and from the angle from where I was looking at moon it look as if clouds are troubling moon to not to peep out.
In life we do sit in angle from where things look as if they are wrestling with all our efforts to succeed….it may be human or inhuman…some time even supreme power also…but if we think in different angle where they are just overlapping as they come in single line …and they are not hiding any light to come out from us.
Most of the times our assumptions plus predictions gets divided by imaginations which comes in one line and gets multiplied with the coincidence making things more complexly detailed…we usually start subtracting time in understanding the equation what we have created around us with out logic and trying and retrying to solve a problem which is not existing really….I confined …the best thing is to leave moon to its space and retain clouds in our atmosphere and to thank wind for placing both of them in one line to make that scene beautiful as well as meaning full. I thanked my little teacher for teaching this lesson …and journey went on with moon light around us….
It was very relaxed railway flat form ….for surprise people in the flatform were not in hurry to end the day…and platform was relaxing as if they have given permission to take long breath ….. we three got comfort seat next to window. We settled down and train geared up to its speed towards its destiny. My daughter was excited inside and I kept quite and really enjoying her father struggling to manage her…. for a change.
Evening was getting more older and making objects outside the window more darker and slowly eyes finding it difficulty to spot things outside…and started guess working to recognize the texture and color of tress …mud…rocks and finally can only measure out outline of thing….slowly diluted sunlight got smeared on outside scene and I realized it was full moon in the sky… I was enjoying the dusk as it was very silent …and my mind was missing metro city…
After an adventure father and daughter settled down as she was busy with chocolate in her hand he was showing her moon out side …and she screamed “Amma! see moon is doing hide and seek”…I looked at her and towards moon …as she said the wind carrying blank clouds along with its speed making them appear off white when they pass in front of moon …which making moon appear and disappear …and it was happening till train allow us to watch it as it turned and direction changed.
Slowly a thought diffused in to mind….is really moon is hiding behind clouds….?
Moon is somewhere 3 lakh Km away from us and clouds are near to us than moon by some thousand KM …and clouds don’t have any intension to hide moon and moon definitely will be busy in going meery go round around our planet ….but still we think that clouds are hiding moon …and from the angle from where I was looking at moon it look as if clouds are troubling moon to not to peep out.
In life we do sit in angle from where things look as if they are wrestling with all our efforts to succeed….it may be human or inhuman…some time even supreme power also…but if we think in different angle where they are just overlapping as they come in single line …and they are not hiding any light to come out from us.
Most of the times our assumptions plus predictions gets divided by imaginations which comes in one line and gets multiplied with the coincidence making things more complexly detailed…we usually start subtracting time in understanding the equation what we have created around us with out logic and trying and retrying to solve a problem which is not existing really….I confined …the best thing is to leave moon to its space and retain clouds in our atmosphere and to thank wind for placing both of them in one line to make that scene beautiful as well as meaning full. I thanked my little teacher for teaching this lesson …and journey went on with moon light around us….
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Colours of Tiger
White tiger
Aravinda Adiga narrates unseen face of population which dwells under the basement of sophisticated apartments. It is all about a driver turning to an entrepreneur.
Story revolves around a chauffeur who writes a letter to the visiting Chinese minister to India. In that he speaks of his social conditions, economic position in niche reveals a suffocation and hatred ness towards his condition in the unseen cage … his consciousness. Balram feels himself as a rare creature of the nature ‘WHITE TIGER’ that discovers itself in a small cage. At the end his inner voice finds a way to come out of the cage by murdering his owner Ashok.
Balram struggle for existence starts with his migration to the city from his village, learning driving and finding owner to feed him. After coming to the close circle of his owner and looking at owner’s immense wealth which he had earned in coal mining in his village the opportunistic pathogen of his character find a way to gain freedom from his cage.
Even though he knew the consequence of his family in village going to face in hands of coal mine owners he reaches a point he is no more ready to die in cage in which he is still breathing.
A driver discovers his new life and builds his own entrepreneur the "White tiger Enterprises" in Bangalore after murdering his employer. He creates opportunities for hands in ‘Namma Bangaluru… again proves the generosity and opportunity which he shows towards the society.
White tiger reveals a huge boundary that is built between the two edges of the society in India. Not to remind the same kind of gaps that dwell in china to mention and in any other western countries in this planet.
In one point even we defend Balram about murdering Ashok as his employer decides to send his employee to jail in behalf of the accident done by his wife,which kills a road side kid.
Adiga cement us to the book, makes us to think about a driver from darkness can be loyal at one point and can be fatal also. His lines oscillates our thoughts with dilemma that can we believe a driver? Before this question rises is this a humanity to exploit a Drivers life to save his wife who is going to divorce him shortly?
Balram shows humanity in his character by picking up his cousin along with him while fleeing to Bangalore from Delhi with owner’s money after murdering him. He shows compassion in a situation where one of his driver killed a boy in an accident and Balram offers job to the victim’s brother. This shows every rich man once upon a time was victim of money.
The thought that strikes to my mind is poverty don’t tell us not to be tidy and clean but yes the truth is that they don’t need to be and they are not aware of that. Balram represents this feeling during his first tooth brushing ceremony where he thinks “why my father never told me to brush my teeth… why he never told me to not live like an animal”?
White tiger represents population which is under poverty that present in any other country. By the time i finish reading the story makes my mind to think Balram the owner of ‘White tiger enterprises’ is a respectable person and can serve and support himself and others Life to make them also a free tiger …a developing population of a developing country.
Adiga ends the white tiger by representing Balram as a forest in which many tigers can breathe fresh air without a cage. Balram ends his letter to Chinese minister about being a part of the brighter India in which Chinese minister can find independent lamps like him who came up to light India from darkness.
Aravinda Adiga narrates unseen face of population which dwells under the basement of sophisticated apartments. It is all about a driver turning to an entrepreneur.
Story revolves around a chauffeur who writes a letter to the visiting Chinese minister to India. In that he speaks of his social conditions, economic position in niche reveals a suffocation and hatred ness towards his condition in the unseen cage … his consciousness. Balram feels himself as a rare creature of the nature ‘WHITE TIGER’ that discovers itself in a small cage. At the end his inner voice finds a way to come out of the cage by murdering his owner Ashok.
Balram struggle for existence starts with his migration to the city from his village, learning driving and finding owner to feed him. After coming to the close circle of his owner and looking at owner’s immense wealth which he had earned in coal mining in his village the opportunistic pathogen of his character find a way to gain freedom from his cage.
Even though he knew the consequence of his family in village going to face in hands of coal mine owners he reaches a point he is no more ready to die in cage in which he is still breathing.
A driver discovers his new life and builds his own entrepreneur the "White tiger Enterprises" in Bangalore after murdering his employer. He creates opportunities for hands in ‘Namma Bangaluru… again proves the generosity and opportunity which he shows towards the society.
White tiger reveals a huge boundary that is built between the two edges of the society in India. Not to remind the same kind of gaps that dwell in china to mention and in any other western countries in this planet.
In one point even we defend Balram about murdering Ashok as his employer decides to send his employee to jail in behalf of the accident done by his wife,which kills a road side kid.
Adiga cement us to the book, makes us to think about a driver from darkness can be loyal at one point and can be fatal also. His lines oscillates our thoughts with dilemma that can we believe a driver? Before this question rises is this a humanity to exploit a Drivers life to save his wife who is going to divorce him shortly?
Balram shows humanity in his character by picking up his cousin along with him while fleeing to Bangalore from Delhi with owner’s money after murdering him. He shows compassion in a situation where one of his driver killed a boy in an accident and Balram offers job to the victim’s brother. This shows every rich man once upon a time was victim of money.
The thought that strikes to my mind is poverty don’t tell us not to be tidy and clean but yes the truth is that they don’t need to be and they are not aware of that. Balram represents this feeling during his first tooth brushing ceremony where he thinks “why my father never told me to brush my teeth… why he never told me to not live like an animal”?
White tiger represents population which is under poverty that present in any other country. By the time i finish reading the story makes my mind to think Balram the owner of ‘White tiger enterprises’ is a respectable person and can serve and support himself and others Life to make them also a free tiger …a developing population of a developing country.
Adiga ends the white tiger by representing Balram as a forest in which many tigers can breathe fresh air without a cage. Balram ends his letter to Chinese minister about being a part of the brighter India in which Chinese minister can find independent lamps like him who came up to light India from darkness.
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