Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Happy Independence(?) Day

Yes, It is Independence Day. Yes, we should rejoice and celebrate. Yes, we should be happy of how far we have come as a nation and all that we have achieved. And yes, our hearts should swell with pride when we salute the flag.

But please let us not get carried away in these short-lived celebrations. Let us stop and introspect for a moment, do we really love our country? Love is a strong word, do we even care?
If we do, why do we spit, litter and break traffic rules? Why don't we vote? Why do we remain divided over caste, creed, gender, religion, and status? Why do we blatantly ignore our children begging and working on streets? Why don't we know even the number of jawans lost daily because of border tensions?

Please let us not just vainly forward messages, exchange wishes and make it a holiday of afternoon siesta and evening shopping.

Let us not lose sight of the road ahead, let us find a way to be doers and change-makers. For we are not really independent, we are not developed, we are not united. We are not even good citizens.

It is convenient to be proud of your country, but is your country proud of you?

By the way, Happy Independence Day!

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Literally, in recession!

 
The economy of India is the ninth largest in the world by nominal GDP and the third largest by purchasing power parity (PPP). A promising future, an emerging super-power, a world favorite for trade and a land where entrepreneurs multiply wealth- this is the image of India that we believe in. While this is all true, aren’t we a bit too blinded by the glory to face the reality?
 
GDP is just quantitative. It is simply a part of what a country stands for. There’s an underbelly, one that’s fighting for attention. Attention from its government, attention from the one billion citizens.


The true reflection of a country’s status would be in quality. HDI is one such measure that distinguishes countries into developed, developing and underdeveloped nations. HDI is Human Development Index and can be explained as the United Nations measure of a country’s well-being. It assesses long term progress in health, education and income using three main dimensions – Life expectancy at birth, Adult literacy rate and Standard of living. The highest HDI countries are Norway, Australia, Netherlands and USA.
India ranks a low 134 among 187 countries in 2011 statistics (119 of 169 in 2010). Sri Lanka is at 97, China 101, Pakistan 145 and Bangladesh 146.
 
Building an educated populace, in my opinion, is India's greatest challenge. Education is the first step to tackle issues such as poverty, health, over-population and corruption. India’s literacy rate is 75.06%, it is well below the world average of 84%. India currently has the largest illiterate population of any nation on earth. There is also a wide gender disparity with 82.14% literacy in men as against 65.46% in women. An educated woman is the only way to effective family planning, population stabilization and child health.
The literacy rates in neighboring countries should put us to shame with a whopping 95.9% in china, and 90.8% in Sri Lanka. Six Indian states account for about 70% of all illiterates in India – UP, Bihar, MP, Rajasthan, Andhra Pradesh and West Bengal.
 
The reasons are many – Insufficient infrastructure, caste disparities, dropouts, poverty, gender discrimination and others. Or aren’t these the excuses we always give for all our problems?
 

The challenge doesn’t end with these numbers. To make things worse, those who are literate aren’t necessarily educated. Einstein said, ‘Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school.’
A large part of the 90 million people joining the workforce this year lack the requisite skills and mindset of productive employment.
Three recent reports in the Times of India paint a grim picture of school education in India. First, a leading corporate published the Quality Education Survey on high-end schools in metropolitan cities, which found them lacking on quality parameters and indicted them for excessive reliance on rote learning. Second, the OECD`s (Organization for Economic Co-operation and development)  Programme for International Student Assessment ranked Indian higher secondary students only better than those from Kyrgyzstan among 74 participating countries. And third, Pratham`s Annual Status of Education Report (ASER), 2011, assessing schools in rural India, found declining attendance, over-reliance on private tuitions and declining reading and mathematical abilities of children in the six to 14 years age category. Despite a welcome high enrolment rate - around 96.7%, the quality of school learning is simply not up to the mark. (Source: TOI).
 
There is an immediate need to develop adult vocational schools and encourage child education to accelerate growth in rural areas. Industry participation, practical and research based learning can improve education. Alternate methods of educating, training and skills assessments may be adopted to counter inefficient and rote learning. Encouraging entrepreneurship, deploying technology, online leaning and more initiatives such as 'Teach for India' can be effective. 
 
Edutopia.org explains what we, as students, need - Engage: Project-Based Learning; Connect: Integrated Studies; Share: Cooperative Learning; Expand: Comprehensive Assessment. Limited opportunities and a large pool of talent creates a big demand-supply gap in India. Hence, education here is employment and ROI oriented, instead of being driven by interests and capabilities. When you enroll in a course to study something without the willingness or the skill for it, you’re bound to focus on just getting through somehow and move forward. A student needs to be receptive and open to stimulation to be able to learn.
 
Children are one third of our population and all of our future. India is young, she has the resources and it is thriving to attain newer heights every passing day. The Indian ‘jugaad’ is good occasionally, but let’s not make it a way of life, sluggishly waiting for a crisis to wake us up. We are good even when we are disorganized, imagine what we can achieve when we set our hearts to get things right. Don’t just be literate, be educated. Start NOW!

Monday, November 5, 2012

Time Heals, Time Slays!

Night after the mornings, morning after the nights
Time stands still, nothing seems to change
I am simply moving, going nowhere
One moment everything just stops, another goes in a flash
I feel brave, holding on to the happy instant and suddenly it starts slipping away too fast
Some memories feel like a distant dream, some feel like only yesterday
Familiarity alternates with strangeness, and comfort with fear
Hopes get bullied by reality, dreams are thrashed by practicality
I try and fight, I resist and oppose
I crib and whine, I defy and confront

Nothing helps, the tears don't make it go away, the smiles don't work
They say time heals all, yes it does, but it also slays all
 
 
A different person years ago, now I just somehow pull on
Every tug at optimism, every promise of happiness, mocks at me
Putting the little pieces together, I want to solve the puzzle
Then the picture starts to blur, the plans fails, the blocks crumble
Surrounded by people, yet alone
Scared to wake up in the mornings, not ready to face the world
Trapped and caged, unable to gather courage and break free
Running around in circles, caught in a maze, it feels crazy
On a dark and cold night, I seek warmth
Always believing in the power of love, I think of those who swear they care
Foolishly, I look for a hand in darkness, I grab and grope
Standing in the nothingness, I know I have to do this on my own

I am not giving up yet, I am keeping the faith
For how long?
Time will tell...
 

Monday, August 29, 2011

Little drops of love...






A beautiful weather...I love the rains...


Little drops of joy, Little drops of happiness...Little drops of blessings, Little drops of love...



Right from the skies, soaking me up, wrapping me up in a warm & comforting embrace...



I smile, I weep, I sing, I dance...My fears, my worries, my regrets, my sorrows, my loneliness...everything is washed away with the pouring rainwater...



Suddenly the world around is anew...bright & green, washed & clean, refreshing, energizing, full of promise & hope...



I savor the smell, the taste of rainwater, the feeling when the raindrops fall on my face...



I'm left standing alone, but lonely no longer...I have been recharged, my feelings have been put through a sieve, rains have taken away whatever made me weak, now, I feel connected to myself, I feel stronger...I know this energy will not last too long, but I'm thankful for these moments, for they help me go on, knowing 'life is good'... :)
Drenched & dripping, I know I'm loved, a love like no other...for these drops are little messengers of God from the heaven above... :)

Thursday, June 3, 2010

It's A Girl !!!


‘Ma, I love you so much. I can feel your love, affection, care and warmth. In these few months I have known everything about you. Now, very soon I’ll have to start living on my own, I’ll have to breathe on my own. I’m a bit scared but I know I’ll do well because you are with me. I want to see the lovely things outside, the rising sun, the shining stars, the birds, trees, flowers; and your smile!’ These are the words of a little girl growing inside a mother’s womb while her family members are working out plans of how to get rid of her just because she is a girl child.

Everyone is going gaga over the industrial boom our country is having, the technological advancements & the globalization. But in spite of these, certain issues continue to haunt the future of our generation. They stand against our social growth and will prove to be highly dangerous in the coming years if left ignored & are not acted upon soon.
One of these is: Female foeticide. We being the weight bearers of the future as well as budding physicians must understand the gravity of the situation. It is our social and at the same time moral responsibility to address the problem and find a solution to it. Haryana’s infamous sex ratio isn’t just about numbers though they’re quite horrific- 861 females per 1,000 males as per the 2001 census- it’s also about their mindsets. This shows the still prevailing misconceptions and orthodox beliefs of the male child being a boon and female a curse. The would-be grandparents, father and even the mother, they are all partners in this heinous crime. Yes, crime it is! But more than that it is a sin. Every child that is born comes with a message that God still has faith in humanity and here we are destroying that message even before it is delivered.
Doctors are not far behind. They’re walking hand in hand with these criminals rather even leading them. Even though it is illegal, sex determination is being done on a large scale in most of the places. Our colleagues have devised their own ingenious codes of conveying the information. A doctor in Haryana uses the code of Monday & Friday for a boy or girl respectively i.e. if asked to collect the report on Monday, it is a boy and if on Friday, a girl. Another one has a slightly different modus operandi: red ink for girl, blue for boy. It’s a secret exchanged without any proof. There are many doctors who oblige and if someone doesn’t, we have middle men who do the job.

Recently there was a case somewhere in Punjab where a man killed his own 48 hours old daughter by hitting her on a rock several times till she died. All because he wanted a male child! And these are not just the illiterate, underprivileged population. This happens very much even in the educated, high-class, socially respectable families.
The problem doesn’t end here. Like a fission chain it continues. One of the many reasons of the exponential rise in population of our country is the want of a male child. And none of us need to be told the consequences of this population rise; starting from deficient resources it goes on to unemployment, corruption & even crimes. Another one is the dearth of brides. A problem which is a long term result of female foeticide but nevertheless very important. According to the statistics given in a leading newspaper 36.24% of men in Haryana between 15 and 44 years of age were tabulated as being unmarried in the 1991 census. And the number has just been increasing. The aftermaths are frightening. Because though they don’t want daughters, they want wives. Thus enters the bride bazaar. The bride price ranges from Rs. 4,000 to 30,000 and is determined by factors like age, virginity, skin colour and how many times she’s changed hands. How ignominious can one get!
The attitude of people is equally shameful. The concerned authorities prefer to brush it all under the carpet. And the practitioners of the so-called noble profession are ready to trade their morals and ethics for the sake of a few grands. It is high time we act upon it. There’s lots we can do. Let us start from our own home & neighborhood. And if not anything, at least let us pledge to never assist or even close eyes to such an abominable deed.

Monday, May 24, 2010

A Walk Down The Memory Lane


Ever wondered why we take a sudden liking to anyone who belonged to our school/ city/ college/ colony etc etc etc...we enjoy sharing memories. So many things that may have happened years ago still make us smile.
I love these memories...I love living in them and getting lost in them sometimes...its rejuvenating.
This is just a collection of memories at random, only a few of them, whatever comes to my mind here and now :)

1st day at Fergi, junior college- ID line, met Anusha. Little did we know, standing in the ID line, that we'll become such great friends. We were the junior most of all. There comes a guy from some third yr graduation prog and tries to get in the line, ahead of us because his friend had 'reserved' a place for him. We were standing since hours. Anusha walks up to him and gives a good lecture and he is left with no options but to quietly go back and stand in the end. :D
That instant, we clicked!

Remember, all the rainy day holidays we'd get in schools! It was so much fun. After waking up on cloudy mornings, I'd hope it rains heavily so that I won't have to go to school. It starts to rain. We call on the school number and ask if it is a holiday today. Emanuel bhaiya says it is not confirm as yet. I get ready happily knowing that by the time we reach school, it would be raining so heavily that we'll have to come back. :D
We'd still have our tiffin boxes (mothers!!!) which we'd finish on the way back home. :D

Then there was this disastrous stage performance I had done. I was in 5th std. and crazily in love with dancing (I know it is hard to believe given that I am terribly bad and shy of dancing today!) and there was this cultural prog to be organized in the school. The entries were finalized and there was no more vacancy but I pleaded and persisted and coaxed Sujata teacher to permit my group dance. She did. All of us would go to my place everyday and practice.
Finally the D day came, and heights of bad luck, the tape got stuck. All the girls (with me right in the front and center) were on stage all set to dance at the first sound of music. But no sound came. And our teacher, instead of calling us back she insisted that we sing the song on our own and dance!!!! Imagine my embarrassment!! We did that...for how long and in what way...I don't remember :D
I have no further memory of that day :D (I think I pushed it into the unconscious mind ;) )

As a kid, I always loved dancing. All of it, with expression and costume, everything! Every time we had a guest, I would force everyone to sit down and watch me dance :D
I'm sure one of them has put a curse on me and I can't dance any longer! :D :D

I had even loved dressing up, some of my childhood pics are soooooo embarrassing I have hidden them away, because I'm so dressed up I look like a fool from some drama show! :D
Then, it was a complete U turn. I lost all interest in make up. There is something about adolescence, it makes you wanna be a nobody, so shy and so cocooned :)
Now, I am trying to strike a balance. But I guess I abused the make up thing so much in childhood that the disinterest now seems to be everlasting :D

The guava trees in Naani's house...which we relished in summer holidays
Rasna, jeera biscuit, jelly biscuits, panha, dasheri aam, Fruity...they filled Naaniji's kitchen waiting for us
I was the Rasna queen, I loved the stirring :D
The process of making it was far more enjoyable than drinking it. I'd make Rasna for everyone, in my house, in Naani's house. It was a like a game!

The paper boats in rains!
The dancing in the rains! Getting completely soaked and loving every moment of it, not a single care in the world!

Disney hour (Duck tales, Tales pin), Gayab aaya, Mowgli, Potli baba ki, Mahabharata (that was my do-not-disturb one hour on Sunday mornings), Udaan, Byomkesh Bakshi, Chitrahaar, the 4 pm Sunday hindi movies, Dekh Bhai Dekh...

I love the smell of new books. And I enjoyed covering books a lot. Every year, before the school reopened, I'd wait excitedly for the books to come. I sat and covered them all at a stretch, then my brother's books and then the books of 3 kids. Their father was our domestic help. I'd request him to bring their books for me to cover :)

There was this samose wala right in front of our school (he still is), his samosas were AWESOME! I'm telling you, no exaggerations, never again have I found that taste anywhere at all! The thele-wala ki gatagat, chatmola and pepsi (the ice candy)....Wow! Does anyone know where we can find gatagat in today's world? I loved it!

I used to always go to the school so early that there were hardly any students around. It drove my brother mad because I made him get ready much earlier than needed. But I liked the ride with dad early when the streets were empty. I'd drop my brother in his class and then I'd stand in the gallery of the school and watch the people come in, one by one, everyone. I liked watching. I'd then chat with a friend till the bell rung. I loved that little extra time I got everyday :)

My kid brother is really interesting. When he joined school, we'd all go in one rickshaw. First few days, he'd cry his heart out leaving the home, would sob at least for half the way. It was difficult for everyone to console him. Even the elder and exp members of the rickshaw (Parul didi and Sumona didi) had given up. They would ask me to shut him up since I was his sister and he may listen to me. But seeing the cute little thing cry so much I'd also start crying!! :D (Don't laugh, I was also chotu at that time!) Parul and Sumona didi would be so exasperated and annoyed ki kisko chup karayein! (I hope he doesn't make me edit this post :D)
When we had admitted my bro in school for the first time, the nursery, we chose a place very close to the house. First day mom waited in the premises throughout. He cried all the time. Next day, we were told to leave him and go or else he'd continue to cry. But to our shock and amusement, he ran away from the school during the small break they got and came home :D

The shivratri fasts....I did them only because I wanted the yummy aaloo sabji, kutu ke aate ke pooris, sabudana wada (my fave), sabudana kheer (I never really liked it actually) and the yummmm charnaamrit!

Our principal, Fr Benji was an amazing character. He was nice and friendly. As students always do, many made fun of him. He was funny, I agree, but I really liked him. He was always full of inspiring stories, always encouraged students to do new things and have multiple interests. He had made me write letters to a German girl and befriend her. But the best thing about him, which we should all learn is that he always tried his best to have a one-to-one approach with every student. I have not seen another person remember SO many names, he'd greet students individually (with their names) and smile at them every single time he's around!
He had made moral science compulsory for all classes and moreover passing in it was also mandatory to be promoted to the senior class. I doubt another school has a supplementary exam for moral science ;)

The computer lab (I have always wondered why was it called a LAB?! ) was a place for time pass :D
Of course, we'd learn something something...DOS and all. But my favorite was Paint, I am still not good at it. But making shapes and filling any colors that too with the permission of the teacher...what more can a kid ask for! :D

I have always loved sketching, drawing and painting. I used to draw a lot of things in summer vacation and bring the drawing book to school when it reopened for my drawing sir, Mr Kishor to see. He was the one person who appreciated me the most. Not only did I want his approval, it was mainly the 'good', 'very good' and 'excellent' he wrote on my drawings that I wanted. I'd later sit and study the drawings again as to why the excellent one was excellent and others were not.
He was also quite a character. He wore such tight pants we'd all fear one day they'll tear off (but they dint!!). He'd call us 'baalak' and 'baalikayon'. He'd come to the class, take out a handkerchief from his pocket and unfold it, spread it on the teacher's chair and then sit on it. :D

Then there was this day somewhere in 8th or 9th standard. One of my close friends, Priyanka was unwell and we'd come to my place after school. We later begged her parents to let her stay overnight. Next day was our Geography oral exam. We had to make charts and all. We chatted and chatted and chatted. Charts toh ban gayi but we didn't study anything until early in the morning the next day. We had even gone for a walk on my terrace at 2 in the night, it was so much fun! We didn't sleep the whole night. Early morning we decided we'll go walking to the school so that we'll study and revise on our way. My parents tried to show us sense but we didn't listen. Only after we had reached midway (those from Raipur, if you know Surana's gift shop) we realized that we will surely get late and we were so panicky! Thankfully, dad drove by (he was dropping bhai), we got a lift and we were saved! Miss those fun days with friends! :)

I loved watering the plants. Naani ghar, later our own house. Luckily so far, we have lalways had big gardens. Mom would have her kitchen garden plus the flower beds and the old trees stood tall. I'd water the plants every evening, I love the way the leaves look so fresh, green and bright after they are washed with water. The smell is awesome. It is beautiful, as if they can talk to you!

First july, school reopens, LONG assembly, strong sunlight and by the end of the assembly- tapak tapak tapak....students would faint in huge numbers! :D

We had this interesting mystery couple for neighbours once. It was a huge bungalow which overlooked our garden. It was like in the movies you know, rough and middle aged man; beautiful, long haired, delicate wife....they'd be missing half the time. Every time I'd see someone in that house I'd be so curious to know who exactly are they, I'd spy from my garden :D I never really found out though!!

I, my sister and my maasi...we'd all go to Prakash swimming pool in summers. Its only my sister who genuinely tried to learn. I and maasi played around in the water all the time. We had made another friend, whose name I dont remember now. All of us would have so much fun. We never wanted to come out from the pool. Result was for two seasons we stayed in 5ft depth only. :D
1st season I got an ear infection, 2nd season I got a bad injury over the eye from the iron railing in the pool and so the swimming was stopped then. But those days were SO much fun, I wish I could have them back!
After we took a shower and got ready to leave, we'd have the hot aloo parathas mom packed in the mornings :)

My youngest maasi has been one of my closest friends. She is an amazing person; a child with a child, a child with an adult :)
Absolute darling! During my 10th boards, just before the math paper, my granpa expired. Dad was already in his hometown, mom too left next day. I was to stay alone with my youngest mama and maasi. That was such a rocking time! They'd both fight all the time and I'd have fun watching. She'd stay up with me while I studied. We made some new experimental yummy dishes. I & maasi would go to my house every few days for a routine check. It was very far from Naani's place. One day, while leaving, I asked maasi if she has kept my house keys and she was sure she has. In the scorching heat, she drove me down on her Luna for 40 min and we came to my house only to discover that she has forgotten the keys!
We still have a good laugh about it :)

Anyone remembers Nandanvan and Maitri garden? The picnics to Bhedaghat...

It is endless. I dont know how much I have written. There are still so many memories flooding in my head. I want to write them all down, lest I may forget. I don't want to forget, I want to remember them all, dwell on them again and again and again....
May be some other time....enough for today :)

This reminds me...I'd talk endlessly as a kid, and by now you know that I still do :D
I had only shut up for a brief period as an adolescent! :D

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

An Aesthetic View


As promised, I have not written anything new. Here is something I had written a while ago. Bear with it for the time being :D

Looking good seems to be getting a lot of importance these days. Women, young or old, want to ‘look’ perfect.

A sparkling smile, cute dimples, doe-like eyes, a dainty nose, a well-defined chin, perfect figure with a streamline love-handle, and that curve…and lots more…you name it and they want it.

And why not if it is all available at your doorstep just by paying a few bucks??

Well, this is the increasing trend these days esp. in the oh-so-delicate sophisticated classes, where the frills in their dresses and the curves of the body matter more than the curves in their brains! Strange, aint it?

And what is worse is that our modern medical sciences are not only supporting but also encouraging this growing fad. Just to name a few of the many techniques available to change any simple looking girl to mirror-cracking material:

Rhinoplasty (costs Rs 20,000-40,000)

Face lift (Rs 25,000)

Liposuction (Rs 20,000-40,000)

Tummy tuck (Rs 50,000-70,000)

Others are line erasure, the latest LASER techniques and the most wanted of cosmetic world-BOTOX!!!

The tag line for all remains ‘quick, no pains, no efforts…just become Ms. Perfect!’

But then I’m here to give my personal view which strongly suggests that you don’t become Ms. Perfect. What you do become is Plastic Perfect!

I fail to understand how and why this trend started. Initially, I thought I is a come and go thing but the startling growth in its popularity has proven me very very wrong. Recently one of my friends changed the contour of her nose, she always felt it was directed more towards the left (honestly speaking, I could never make out the difference!). It took me several days to get used to her new avatar! She looked very fine without all that nose scraping also but then she just won’t listen. There’s more to it…now she thinks the nose has shifted more towards the right & is thinking of another surgery! I won’t be surprised if there’s no nose left with her and by then may be our science would come up with something like a complete nose transplant!!

Anyway, young people have that reputation of being crazy but what happened to the ‘age brings wisdom’ people?? What is wrong with all the women in their late middle age. From Pooja Bedi to Hemamalini, they are all the helping in the boom of this industry. The most sought-after product indubitably remains Botox. It inhibits the release of acetylcholine at the neuromuscular junction so that the muscle never gets the message to contract. Sounds creepy…doesn’t it??

Laser techniques have almost caused a revolution. No pains, but lots of gains! At least that is what their literature tells us. Sounds fishy to me!

Okay fine, all said and done, no pain, no exercise (a great relief to all those lazy bones), no diets (great relief who just cannot resist chocolates & cakes), no side-effects (that is what they claim) but money is definitely involved. Why waste your hard-earned money on things that are immaterial, short-lived, impertinent and absolutely useless!

The truth remains that your nose contour, waist-hip ratio, number of wrinkles and the arrangement of teeth can never have any value more than the qualities of hard work, sincerity, honesty, humanity and all the warmth and love you share with the others. Is it really possible to have a beautiful smile jus by getting an artificially defined jaw line, cheek & chin implants and Botox injections?? I really don’t think so.

Believe in yourself. Know you are beautiful. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder and not in a surgeon’s scalpel, or an injection or even a laser beam. And as someone has said, wrinkles come where smiles have been :)

Here’s simple test I advise to those who still disagree with me. Just think of all the people whom you love the most…parents, siblings, friends, relatives, spouse, children and others. Now think of all the world-famous good-looking people…the movie stars, models etc. Who is more beautiful to you???

See…you have the answer!!


[P.S.- I simply loved the picture. The wrinkles add to her charm :)

Source- Google Images, it is a drawing by Azhar Abbas http://fineartamerica.com/featured/red-indian-old-woman-azhar-abbas.html ]