All The World’s A Stage

If knowledge is imbibed through impressions in classrooms , libraries and laboratories, it is an auditorium or a central discussion hall where you learn to express this knowledge, in a way useful to your society and to yourself.

Thirukkural has a complete chapter on Stage Fright , “Avai Anjaamai” (அவை அஞ்சாமை ) . Every couplet in the chapter is a gem , but my favorite is Couplet No 726. A rough translation would go like this :- “ What have they to do with a sword who are not valiant, or they with learning who are afraid of an intelligent assembly ? “ Only of late, our engineering colleges and B Schools are waking up to the idea , generally to improve the placement prospects for their students.

Many a time you get to know yourself better by expressing yourself through a work of creativity; it could be a speech, writing , fine arts or performing arts. To that extent an auditorium plays a great role in learning. An auditorium need not be an indoor space with with world-class acoustics and interior decoration. It could as well be a raised platform set up under a banyan tree where children can express themselves freely in front of their teachers and peers.

Our school did not have a dedicated auditorium to begin with. We had a temporary construction for senior boys mess which doubled as an auditorium for all kinds of functions that required a stage and seating for 300 boys.

Going back to Feb 1968, it was just a few days after we had joined the school. Mr Selvaraj turned up at our hostel one evening , after dinner. I remember we were in our pajamas for his reading test or should we say, the audition test. He made every boy read a verse or a paragraph from a text book. Tamil is a unique language that even among native speakers of the language , a vast majority cannot handle the different sounds of , ,,,(two Ls, two Rs and a sound not expressible in letters of the English alphabet, or for that matter any other language in the world barring Malayalam ) May be because we were the tiniest or may be because we could handle the pronunciations better , five of use were selected. I remember Baskar and Mouli and cant’t recall the other two)

It was for participation in grandiose sounding Tamil Literary Association Meeting though our role was nothing more than reciting some nursery rhymes about dogs, cats, birds and so on.I suppose , it was also a way of of welcoming our batch to the Auditorium.

The next big occasion was the Feeder House day that was celebrated along with Children’s day in 1968. Considering that we were all in class V , it must have been a tough job for the teachers to prepare us for a full fledged entertainment program as it happens on any “House Day”. The matrons Ms Gowri and Ms Julia were also fully involved in the preparations. The program included songs , dance and plays in Tamil, English and Hindi. It is surprising how a child can memorize dialogues in a language he knows little about.

The Hindi play directed by Mrs Visalakshi was about Meera and I played the role of Meera. Miss Visalaakshi, not only had large eyes as her name suggested , but also had a large heart and everything about her was XXL . She was a great singer with a sweet voice. The play had three scenes with short dialogues and a longish dance at the end where the Child- Meera is thrilled to be in possession of a Krishna idol. Since an attempt to teach me to sing turned out disastrous , Mrs Visalakshi sang in the background and Meera holding the idol of Krishna danced to “Mere Angane men murli bajao”

In our house day functions, we had a norm that the program always started with an elaborate opening tableau. A lot of efforts went into the project . It was a Still or a kind of slow animation of characters against a backdrop set to some theme like freedom struggle, education and so on.

For our feeder house day falling on Children’s day, the theme was children and so it was the scene of Krishna stealing butter. We already had a Krishna, Gnanasekar, made up and ready for the play “Meera”. They put a head scarf ,dubatta, on my head to convert child-Meera to adult-Yashodha! These days , teachers are smart. They decide the cast and crew based on the ability of parents to run around and provide costumes and accoutrement . I don’t know from where the blouse, skirts , bangles and all materialized; all procured by teachers and matrons. On the lighter side, having played the roles of Meera and Yashodha on the same day, I have become a die hard fan of Krishna . Today when most people write Sri Ramajayam , I write Om namo bhagavate Vasudevaya!

Despite this great start I never reached anywhere in the subsequent years mostly doing small roles in the House day programs , reciting poems in Hindi literary meetings and an odd participation in a debate in English.

In 1969, we moved to the new school complex and in 1970 or 71 , Avvai Auditorium came into being. It was a little more than an asbestos shed , but it had a large space for stage and we had a decent audio system. The auditorium is named after Avvaiyaar, the great Tamil poet. A plywood cutout of the poet was placed above the stage. On hindsight ,I wish we had had a grand statue or a bust .

A point to note is that Avvaiyaar was more of a poet and philosopher than a playwright . In schools auditoriums are for literary meetings , debates and quiz programs as much for music, dance and plays.

We would also remember Avvai Auditorium for the daily morning assembly. I think it is the only school , I have come across where teachers wore their academic gowns every day during the morning assembly. We had a practice of one of the choirs , one for each language; Tamil, English and Hindi singing when teachers walk in , in their academic gowns, to take their place on the stage. On my first day in the school, I remember the Tamil Choir singing the Bharathi daasan’s song “Kottu murase”. I just loved it and since then have loved every one of the songs from the morning assembly.

Any performance on the stage can be divided into stuff that is prepared and regurgitated or stuff that required thinking on your feet. While declamation and recitation fall in the first category, debates and quiz programs would fall in the second. I feel schools should focus more on getting children to think rather than memorize. To me, memorizing couplets from Thirukkural or the poem IF by Rudyard Kipling makes sense; but not memorizing poems like The old horse dobbin out at grass…..” or a complete speech by Mirabeau on national Assembly of France. Some of my classmates may remember the hours put in on Mirabeau’s speech. Sometimes I do regret not utilizing the enormous capacity in childhood to lap up every poem of Bharathiyaar or some great couplets from Thirukkural.

The junior boys took turns to announce birthdays and read out the news for the day the seniors had to give a talk on any subject of their choice.

Many of us took the easy route of picking up an essay from the “NDA Master Guide” that was considered the ultimate store-house of all knowledge. You started with “The path of duty is the way to glory ….napoleon said this, Nelson said that and so on” . Some of us wrote our own scripts for the talk. I remember speaking about Poetry, Power of Concentration and about Dreams.

If I were to design a school building today, I will start with an auditorium and then design the class rooms and other facilities around it. I did have an opportunity to be part of a deliberation on the standard design for Army Schools. The auditorium was ‘fitted in ‘ in the space enclosed by rows of classrooms more as a space saving measure than for any reason that had to do with educational requirements.

This proposal was shot down by the majority on the plea that an auditorium with class rooms on all sides would be a big disturbance for teaching. This idea is obviously from the understanding that an auditorium was meant for musical and dance performances and the countless rehearsals that goes on to stage any function would render the place ever noisy. For most people, an auditorium is a place for the gladiators of the school to perform on the Annual day for the parents and guests to applaud.

I think , it should be a place for the children to learn to think on their feet in front of peers and teachers . It should be a place for discussions and debates and not only for guitars and drums , disco lights and dance. For our school , Avvai Auditorium definitely met the requirement.

Learning to Learn

When I look back and try to identify, what was the most useful thing I learnt at school, it is not the formulae and equations in mathematics ,physics or chemistry, nor the grammar in languages, it was just “learning to learn”. Once a teacher kindles the curiosity in you rest is an automatic process ; one just needs to be allowed to learn by experimenting and the teacher just needs to provide the timely help when one is badly stuck and there’s the danger of losing interest. Kindle the curiosity and keep the interest alive and that’s all there is to it.

Today there’s a lot of talk about technology aided teaching. There are three dimensional multimedia presentations to explain every principle and process in Science. Even the text books have color graphics. Those days a teacher was everything; even complex subjects had to be explained with just chalk and talk augmented by the experiments in laboratories and even outside them.

When I try to recall the lessons taught by Mr Venkateswaran, it is not just the subject , I still remember the way he went about introducing an idea. It was the first lesson on singled cell organisms . It was in class VI, Venky sir walks in , asks a boy to open his mouth and proceeds to pick a bit food debris from between the teeth and make a slide then and there. Then we all trooped into the lab to peer at that slide. We could not make out much , but sure we saw some living things moving about. It could have been shown on a pre-prepared slide or a chart . But the fact that my classmate Sivakumar, I still remember the boy with the open mouth, could be hosting an universe of micro-organisms in his mouth kindles the kind of curiosity, that one wants to learn more and more.

The same teacher , to introduce the human digestive system, made a boy do a headstand in the class. It was Satyanarayanan, I wonder if he remembers. He made the boy drink a sip of water in that unusual position. Then he went on to explain that food we eat does not travel through the alimentary canal by gravity , but through a muscular process , and is independent of the position you are in . It was called peristalsis, a word that I can never forget ,even If I wanted to.

I can go on and on from circulatory system , skeletal system to reproductive system, I can still recall the way the subject was introduced and an interest created.

As for mathematics , we were taught just the theorems and principles in class. We had to do a whole lot of exercises on our own to be discussed in the class the next day. When Mr Ram Kalia , terror to some, inquired to know who all could get the solutions right, it was absolute thrill to put up your hand and walk up to the board. The prospect of this moment motivated me to work and solve it on my own the previous day. This is one thing I missed , be it in college or anywhere else.

Mr Cherian introduced the idea of the first law of motion like this. He took an ink bottle from a boy , placed it on a piece of paper on the table. The idea was to show that as long as he moved the paper slowly, the ink bottle would move with the paper; but if he did it in one quick motion the paper would come free leaving the ink pot at the same place. Easier said than done. The way he was charged up I was expecting the ink bottle to go flying across the class room , break into pieces splashing ink all over. As it happened , he took a ruler from another boy and with one quick whack on the paper, released it clean off the table. There was so much energy put into teaching. The entire picture and the law of inertia is etched in my brain for ever.

As for English, I can say, we did most of the exercises in Wren and Martin book , and on our own. Then we had English Today, by Ronald Ridout, generally referred to as just “Ridout” , a gem of a book. We never heard about anything called “learning questions and answers” . The only thing we learnt probably was how to question yourself, how to push yourselves and find the answers. After all what is better learning than learning to learn ?

May be it was just Zeitgeist; the spirit of the times, and I am making too much of it. There was an enthusiasm to share knowledge without thinking of marks and competitions. It was truly lighting a lamp rather than filling a bucket.

The Youth and the Old

Quote generally attributed to Somerset Maugham

The other day I was watching a typical show on a business channel on investment advice.

Life is full of ironies. We find on TV Channels that it is mostly twenty somethings fresh from college armed with a degree on finance management, who offer a wide range of advice to people of all ages , who have faced   all kinds of financial calamities and have been battered by life. I wonder why most of them have to be girls; at the risk of sounding misogynistic, I feel , the riskiest undertaking, these advisers would have faced  on investments and risk management, would have been exposure to  online booking of air tickets and hotel rooms. I don’t think they would be under pressure to support a family or even support themselves by holding on to a job. 

So, they generally stick to laid down formulae for risk taking. One  formula goes like this ; 110 minus your age in years should give the percentage of investment you have in equities.

Coming to the TV Show, what caught my attention was that the younger investors were easily alarmed by any downswing in the market and consequent erosion  of wealth. They have the youth and energy to earn  more money and recoup losses and also they enjoy good health to hope to see their investments grow over the next 25 -30 years. But then human behaviour is strange.

On the contrary, there were a whole lot of retirees who were not only prepared to take risk, but were also ready for the long haul, if the market forces turned  adverse.

A conversation went on like this :-

Investor : I have investments in 10 MFs (lists all the funds) . I am a long term investor ……

TV Anchor :  Your fund selection is excellent for long term investment. What is your age now and how much do you earn per annum?

Investor : Just retired about a couple of years back. I am about 63.

TV Anchor : At your age, it is advisable to reduce investment in equities or equity based MFs….. blah ..blahh

Investor: I can wait. No problems. The market will improve . BY 10-12 years I am sure the returns will be good.

From the facial expressions and the body language, unspoken words from the Anchor were loud and clear .

      – No doubt , the fund will stabilize in ten years time, but will you be stable then ?

     –  Wonder what are you going to do with the bumper returns at 75 !

Obviously she could not ask these questions explicitly. So the conversation went back and forth; she harping on matching his risk profile with his age and he assuring her that he was okay to wait for ever.

Old age not only gives you lots of time in the present, but also gives you the patience to wait for a future reward.

The youth neither has time in the present nor the patience to wait for a future reward.

Viva Old-age !

 

 

Quarentine Days !

No doubt we are going through very challenging times ; the  lock-down days are going to be talked about for a long long time.

As I write this, we have just completed 21 days of quarantine period and have moved on to the extension period of another 21 days.

What do I miss the most? May be  the morning walk and of course the assurance that God is heaven and all is well on Earth and that I could take a leisurely stroll around Mhow whenever I wanted. Now there is so much uncertainty about the future what with the daily or hourly reports coming through TV and Social media. In reality, nothing much has changed for an introvert retiree like me.

The first time I heard about the term quarantine was way back in 1968, in school.

 

 

It all started like this. We had just come back after a long vacation. It was  arts period ; a time for a bunch of ten year-olds to play around with crayons  .

indicative image ;courtesy the net

We had drawing benches or Art donkey bench as they were called.  These days I don’t see such furniture in schools. Most of the kids were more interested in his neighbour’s board than in his own and we were in peeping distance or  should we say pinching distance.

 

One of the boys saw a nice juicy looking pimple on his neighbour’s cheek and decided to explore. It was the classic, pink, fluid filled blister , a definite sign of chicken pox. One pinch and the blister broke leaving a gooey stuff on his hands. He must have cleaned it as a  kid would normally do; on his clothes or more likely on another boy’s shirt.

The chain of infection started. Before you could say Chakroborty Rajagopalachari, four boys had been identified with chicken pox. The “Patient 0” then, is an internationally known author – publisher today.

We were about 55 boys in Class V and all of us were boarding in two blocks called feeder houses. On hindsight , I can now visualize, the school authorities must have been greatly concerned   about the disease spreading to boys of other classes and to the whole school.

It happened suddenly; the next morning we were told to just stay put in our hostels; and it was  for an indefinite period. We had a system of keeping our text books and note books in our school desks ; so we didn’t even have any study materials; a happy state indeed. Activities for the older boys , class VI upwards went on as usual while we were isolated.

Every morning , we lined up for inspection by matrons for signs of chicken pox. Of the two blocks in the feeder house, one was earmarked for active cases and the other for the unaffected and recovered. Every day, some boys were moved to  the active block on detection of symptoms and some moved back to the healthy block after recovery. It went on for about two months. About 50% of us were affected.  Why only 50% and not all ? There were people like me who had gone through the ordeal, much earlier in life.  Those were the days when you could hardly find any kids not baptized by fire; who had not been through chicken pox /measles /mumps etc.

My memory of those two months is rather weak. I remember playing a lot of Carrom and ludo. Though I could play chess, there were hardly any partners. Droughts and a game called jumping jack were popular. Monopoly was played with improvised currency notes and sale deeds. There were many other games played with paper and pencil and even buttons. As I was good at carrom, time really flashed by between breakfast and lunch. The meal times were something to look forward to. There were no tables or chairs; we sat in long lines on the floor making a lot of ruckus.

In the evening , what used to be called prep during working days , we were kept busy with spelling competitions and singing film songs.

I remember some boys were exceptionally good at telling stories. Of course, all film-stories were narrated scene by scene in great details . It helped that die-hard MGR/Sivaji fans saw their hero’s films a number of times; sometimes  even 4-5 times. And there were kids who could make up their own stories. Some names that come to mind are Sundar and Kumar. They were always sought after for the story sessions; you could see groups of 8-10 boys perched in close groups, generally on two cots pulled close to each other.

I really don’t remember , ever getting bored; nor do I remember how we coped up with the academics we had missed.

Today, as I look back ,it was a very very responsible and courageous action on the part of school administration to have taken up looking after 50 odd ten year- olds during an epidemic. They could have just sent the whole class back home with a rejoin-date. But they didn’t. During subsequent years in the school, there were some boys isolated for chicken pox ,about 4-5 boys at a time; but there were none from our batch as we all had been fully immunized for good.

That was part of our class ..stuck for two months in quarantine.

 

Janta Curfew

My journal today.

The day of Janta Curfew called by the PM. A self imposed Curfew is so apt for a democracy. With our country, there is simply no way to predict a likely response to such a call.

I am sure , even absolutely ‘couldn’t careless type’ people must be going through all kinds of thoughts on where the world is heading to.  It is time to record these random thoughts.

The world at large is really at crossroads.

People in the western world, the first world are dying like flies totally helpless against an unseen enemy. When 9/11 happened , US and its allies went berserk and bombed the hell out of who they thought was their enemy. in this case there is nobody to bomb, all the advancements in Science appears woefully inadequate to meet the new threat. It is not that one was not aware of the possibilities of an outbreak of epidemics. One had the confidence in modern science and technology  and the dollars to help overcome the problems. It was the third world that succumbs to epidemics.

Asian and African countries actually seem to be getting along better than American or European countries , at least as of today.

Our own millennials have readily adapted to the western ways and  believe in the ‘scientific’ or economic approach to problems of humankind as against social or spiritual approach. It’s time to pause and think. Is dollars and work efficiency everything? Here we have one problem where you cannot even get out of your house unless every human being on earth is adequately protected. It is not enough to work for individual comfort and dismiss the collateral damage with a  ‘not my problem’  shrug. One really , really has to think of the safety of every human being in every country.

How is India going to deal with this one day curfew ?

Came across a very sensible tweet from Chetan Bhagat .  He  lists a number of activities to spend the day fruitfully rather than complaining of boredom.


Study. Cook. Clean. Talk to family. Call old friends. Watch TV. Surf the net. Exercise at home. Meditate. Sleep. Rest. Eat. Shower. Repair something broken. Rearrange cupboards. Organise your paperwork. Write down your goals. Plenty you can do. 


A wonderful todo list . I can add a few more exciting things to do; “write a journal, review a book, maintain a machine, organize music, get creative; make some cute bags, pouches,wall hangings, posters,book marks….etc etc.”

For a generation that glorifies multitasking, these are time to do many tasks ,one by one ,relishing, savouring every minute , rather than getting caught up in a cycle of mindless multitasking.

Today , I saw a story in TOI, “home cooking is back” really?? When did it leave? to come back now? Nobody told me.

These days  I hear /read on SM the kind of language I come across only in western novels.(happens to someone living in the book -world)
Grab a sandwich, catch the movie …
It gives an idea of a world in which you and everything is perpetually in motion.
Why can’t one pick up a sandwich or watch a movie?
These are times to pause; to stop grabbing and catching stuff ; to consider, reflect ,cook, eat , read, watch , every act be savored. Cooking is not just for eating ; cooking is for cooking and cleaning is for cleaning. Every act be enjoyed for itself rather than as an unavoidable punishment to be compensated by reward later ; like the boring act of cooking compensated by yummy moments of eating!

Nothing sums up this attitude as “work hard , party harder” or “work-life balance”;
as if  if work and life are mutually exclusive.
Why not just work happily, party happily ?

Recently , I learnt of a new term to describe my kind of living, “social distancing”

I have always avoided crowded places; may be that’s why I spend so much time in libraries, some of the least crowded spaces. Have always scrupulously avoided the happy hours (that would actually make me unhappy) , some of the most crowded spaces. The happy hours can be absurdly extended to Bacardi nights or Blenders Pride nights where free liquor flows through the most crowded bars at DSOI, Mhow.

Selfies matter, but backdrop to your selfies matter more

Of late there’s a lot of peer pressure or shall we say ‘virtual peers’ pressure to be at all the happening places.

There are  people  putting up selfies of their successfully and defiantly breaking the curfew.

Exciting times ahead. What kind of selfies are we going to see tomorrow ?? Sure there would be the show of support by banging plates at 5 pm. There would also be some defiance by the show of middle finger from some balconies.

Some liberal Italians did a very enthusiastic show of hug a Chinese , about a month back.. will any liberal do a hug an Italian now , anywhere in the world ??

Some liberals are making a big show of their presence outdoors under the belief that their wealth would keep them safe… Collateral damages are not their concern.

Remains to be seen.

Let’s hope for the best!

Rest after 5 PM.

As it happened , the response from the people at 5 PM was overwhelming, taking even the hard core RW by surprise. There were a few jarring notes too, but that’s ok in a land of billion plus people.

But what marred the whole day was the kind of celebrations that spontaneously broke out  across the country , after the 5 PM show of unity. People simply forgot all about  social distancing and moved on to the streets with dholak and bhangra  as if some Corono World cup has been won ! This country needs not one God but 33 crore gods and goddesses to protect the people at  every nook and corner from idiocy and stupidity .

 

Down the memory lane – II

 

 

Earlier blog on get together at School  in 2011 Read

Having settled down North of Narmada, it is not often that I get to attend functions at Chennai or South of Chennai. And whenever it happens it has always been very special.

As one ages ,one doesn’t really change but just becomes more of what one was , as a child.

At sixty-plus , most of us have retired from active careers and those who are still in service are doing it for fun rather than any compulsion.  With career out of the way and children having left home, this is the small window in  one’s life span when you have the time, money and health  to indulge in attending such social events , wherever, whenever .  No wonder senagers (sixty-plus behaving like teenagers) are the new big consumers today.

I graduated from School in 1975 and there are some classmates I never got to meet in the intervening 40 odd years. Yet when we meet, it feels as if we never parted. Now that our children are in the process of getting married , a wedding becomes an ideal occasion to catch up.

On 7 Feb, Chandramouli’s son got married and on 6th Feb we had a great get together at Nambi’s house. A big , big thanks to Dr AP Nambi.

Ladies too had a great time and probably felt being part of the community as much as the ‘boys’.

Something unique about high school classmates’ reunion  i s that you find guys from all walks of life. During a  gathering of classmates from professional colleges or Military Academies most  conversations ramble on around the profession while with High school types it’s  more like the age of innocence; conversations are unstructured and care free. The event was particularly special as three very senior teacher now in their eighties graced the occasion and one of them even took a class though on general issues  and not on Biology, that was his subject.

Many thanks to Chandramouli , Nambi , all ladies who have been putting up with the overgrown boys and all wonderful people who made it so lively be their sheer presence.

Before signing off , I convey my grateful thanks to my hosts Girija and Baskar,  whose wonderful company we enjoyed for four days at West Mambalam.

(seen here with Selvaraj and Selvavinayagam)

Bhutan the Land of Happiness – On Happiness

Bhutan is a unique country to give importance to Health and Happiness over Money and Development, at least,  that is the official stance. Any write up about Bhutan is not complete without a discussion on Happiness.

It is not that other countries or for that matter  individuals do not want happiness. After all America in particular and the western democracies in general, value Life, Liberty and Pursuit of Happiness to be fundamental rights.

The major difference is that , in the West, money and development of infrastructure are considered absolutely necessary for happiness whereas  Bhutan probably recognizes that , however temporarily, health and happiness cannot be put on hold for the sake of Gross National Product.

Incidentally, as per World Happiness report from UN, Bhutan stands 97th among 156 countries

We’ll look at this anomaly later.

Happiness is an intriguing subject for psychologists and philosophers alike. I don’t claim to be an expert nor am I an expert on Bhutanese culture. After a trip to Bhutan , many questions cropped up in my mind and am just trying to find answers. So, let us have a look at some of the issues before considering if Bhutan indeed is a land of happiness.

 


Some issues to ponder


Presuming that one has gone through all these links , where does Bhutan stand in its progress towards happiness ?

    • Bhutanese culture lays a lot of stress on preservation of culture and  alignment with environment as against the western concept of Equality and Individual Freedom(both these values are contradictory , study of which will require another post by itself) As I understand Bhutanese culture accepts inequality and promotes peace and harmony through cooperation and preservation of nature. This aspect is poignantly explained through the story of Four Friends from Jataka tales.  The picture of Four Friends is found at  many Dzongs, homes and public places. It guides the national policy.
    •  Material comfort is less but essential facilities like good network of roads and reliable Water and  Power supply are provided by the government. Education and Basic Healthcare are free for all citizens and that takes the stress of people to a great extent. One  is not under pressure to amass wealth for children’s education or the health care of elderly.
    •  There is emphasis on self-discipline, healthy life style and spiritual practices which aim to attain a perpetual state of  joy rather than getting trapped in a continuous and relentless chase of sensual pleasures.

The debate will go on as to what would be right approach; to become a buddha finding Nirvana by treating pleasures and pain alike or building up material comforts to minimize pain and fill up every moment of life with pleasure and more pleasure. Bhutan certainly seem to be going the Buddha way.


Why does Bhutan rank so low in happiness index ?

Mostly happiness is evaluated based on certain parameters like life-expectancy, infant mortality, employment opportunities, individual freedom to choose your job or your partner , ownership of material comfort enablers like a house, car, house-hold gadgets and so on.

Many Senagers ( sixty plus with disposal income , looking for adventure and behaving like teenagers) today, who have the money but not the health and wish, that , in their younger years,  they could have focused a little less on money and a little more on health. Then pursuit of happiness would  make more sense today. But then that is hindsight; we also see a number of retirees who wished that they had made more money in their productive years or wished they had been born in a period when there was  a better infrastructure for air travel , Tele communication , medical facilities and general facilities that contributed to physical happiness.

Does a long life necessarily mean a happy life ? Does a ride in a bus to school mean a happier way to commute rather than a walk through the hillside in a pristine environment ?

Is physical comfort everything ? I never cease to wonder how some people can keep smiling even while engaged in mundane monotonous jobs like mopping floors or washing utensils.

During my stay at Bhutan, I did not see many school buses but saw many children in groups of twos and threes merrily walking along. I did not see the monstrous school bags that we are used to in India.

While automobiles were not seen as an everyday requirement, good road network  and provision of reliable power supply did make a lot of difference in happiness quotient.

Another issue is freedom of choice to evaluate happiness.  The current generation is realizing that your freedom to choose / change  your spouse also means your spouses’s freedom to do so. Even within the country , the states leading the suicide numbers are not impoverished , less literate states but the other way round. The young people with maximum freedom to choose are also maximum insecure. It doesn’t mean that arranged marriage is the best option followed by ’till death do us apart’.  But  some consideration of concepts like culture  and ethos  as against merely swearing by  individual freedom would lead to more stable state of happiness.

Such nuances are not considered while ranking the countries on the happiness index.

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Individual or community

A traditional family puts happiness of the community first. So you have an hierarchy in the family or the village. There are strict dos and don’ts, the elders benevolent control is always felt, at whatever age or stage of life. generally we hear (or say) “It is for your good that I scold /beat/restrict you, “. Doesn’t such an environment impinge on individual happiness ?

The present generation focuses on individual happiness. Every being is responsible for his or her own happiness.  Does it work ? Are individuals happier with all family-fetters broken ?

Both these ideas are contradictory unless you can find a fine balance. Bhutan certainly falls under the first option.

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Happiness or Joy

So, What brings happiness ?  Happiness comes from having something; like buying a guitar, doing something like  playing a guitar and finally being someone like a musician. It is said, the degree of happiness increases from having to doing to being.

Happiness is said to a fleeting feeling related to some pleasurable physical experience like good food , sex , touch,  sight , sound or psychological like appreciation.

Joy is a more stable state resulting from a feeling of self worth, contentedness, knowledge of oneself, understanding of the environment etc. Loosely , it may be said that happiness is related to physical well being while joy is related to mental well being.

I presume Joy is superior to Happiness.

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Approaches to Attaining Happiness

Epicurean:-       philosophy advanced by Epicurus that considered happiness,  or the avoidance of pain and the emotional disturbance,  to  be   highest good and that advocated the pursuit of pleasures that can be enjoyed in moderation. Most people take it that just chasing activities that fills every moment of life with good wine, good food and sartorial pleasure is what an Epicurean does. Epicurus himself warns that it is not easy to pursue pleasure and he advocates moderation leading to almost an ascetic life.  For more …

Biological   

Nothing captures the biological argument better than the famous New Age slogan: ‘Happiness Begins Within.’ Money, social status, plastic surgery, beautiful houses, powerful positions – none of these will bring you happiness. Lasting happiness comes only from serotonin, dopamine and oxytocin.(Yuval Harari)

Is it possible to pop a few pills and feel happy.

In Aldous Huxley’s dystopian novel Brave New World, published in 1932 at the height of the Great Depression, happiness is the supreme value and psychiatric drugs replace the police and the ballot as the foundation of politics. Each day, each person takes a dose of ‘soma’, a synthetic drug which makes people happy without harming their productivity and efficiency. The World State that governs the entire globe is never threatened by wars, revolutions, strikes or demonstrations, because all people are supremely content with their current conditions, whatever they may be. Huxley’s vision of the future is far more troubling than George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four. Huxley’s world seems monstrous to most readers, but it is hard to explain why. Everybody is happy all the time – what could be wrong with that ? (from Sapiens by Yuval Harari)

The Buddha Way

Buddhism teaches that understanding the fleeting nature of happiness or sadness leads to freedom from suffering.

Buddhism shares the basic insight of the biological approach to happiness, namely that happiness results from processes occurring within one’s body, and not from events in the outside world. However, starting from the same insight, Buddhism reaches very different conclusions.

According to Buddhism, most people identify happiness with pleasant feelings, while identifying suffering with unpleasant feelings. People consequently ascribe immense importance to what they feel, craving to experience more and more pleasures, while avoiding pain. Whatever we do throughout our lives, whether scratching our leg, fidgeting slightly in the chair, or fighting world wars, we are just trying to get pleasant feelings.

People are liberated from suffering not when they experience this or that fleeting pleasure, but rather when they understand the impermanent nature of all their feelings, and stop craving them. This is the aim of Buddhist meditation practices. (Yuval Harari : Sapiens)

Roseto Effect

This is not exactly a path that one can pursue, but it does make a difference to live in a close knit community to attain happiness. The Roseto effect is the phenomenon by which a close-knit community experiences a reduced rate of heart disease. The effect is named for Roseto, Pennsylvania. The Roseto effect was first noticed in 1961 when the local Roseto doctor encountered Dr. Stewart Wolf, then head of Medicine of the University of Oklahoma, and they discussed, over a couple of beers, the unusually low rate of myocardial infarction in the Italian American community of Roseto compared with other locations

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Happiness Enablers and happiness Killers

There are any number of philosophers , self-improvement gurus and scientists who put forward any number of theories; but what does it all mean to a common man? How does he apply this concept in his own life ? I am sure one can identify the activities , people, possessions that make one smile to himself and there are situation that makes one frown or tense. An effort to generalize these happiness enablers and happiness killers:-

happiness enablers

  • Being in control of self or discipline.
  • Doing something one is good at.
  • Company of people on same frequency.
  • Being prepared for any foreseeable situation.

happiness killers

  • Guilt feelings (A good Conscience is a continuous Deepawali)
  • Feelings of Fear and hatred
  • Insecurity about future.

Applying to everyday life would be different for different people. For example, let’s take the first battle of the day is what I call ‘the battle of  mind over mattress‘ . When the alarm goes off in the morning and it is still cold and dark outside, the Epicurean in you loathes to trouble the body ; but when you think of the good feel you get at the end of an hour and a half walk, the self-control muscles play up. Another thought is that guilt of missing the exercise for the day might keep nagging you the whole day. So, the simple act of getting out of the bed in time earns you a few units of happiness!.

Then if you can make a short list of things to do for the day and actually doing those things gives you many more units of happiness by the time you go to bed.

Unfortunately, happiness cannot be stored ; one needs to be constantly doing things that needs to be done and being what you want to be all day and every day.

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Four Friends

The Western society believes values equality and individual freedom a great deal. The republicans focus more on individual freedom and end up creating a more unequal society. The democrats believe in taxing the rich and subsidizing the poor ,thus ending up violating the individual freedom of the rich. The west believes  in competition and promotion of merit, thus contributing to individual aspirations. In a way, it is the Darwinian Survival of the Fittest in the corporate World. It has a plus point that the capabilities of a person is stretched to full potential. The flip side is that , it creates a very very unequal society , so unequal that it also impinges upon the other main value of a Western Democracy, Individual freedom. What does a single mother do with individual freedom when she is constantly struggling to meet the essential requirements of herself and her children?

In Bhutan , there is an image that is ubiquitous, be it homes or dzongs. It is an image of an elephant, monkey, hare and a pheasant. There are a number of interpretations to this starting from basic physical level to subtle spiritual level. But  all interpretations are about Harmony and cooperation .

The four animals are anything but equal and for a simpleton the obvious attributes could be strength of an elephant, flexibility of a monkey, speed of a hare and the capability to  fly of a bird.

For the philosophically inclines the image depicts the harmony between various elements in one’s own nature; physical, mental, intellectual and spiritual. It may sound like a tale from Kathopanishad. The elephant represents body, monkey the mind, the hare emotions & bird the soul.

In Bhutan, the story gives a national identity for people to live in harmony with nature, for people to co-operate with each other even with cultural differences, and for families to work together. It is believed that Bhutan code of ethic bought in by the unifier of the Country “Zhabdrung Ngawang Namgyel” and Bhutan’s national policies is based on it that influences.

The four animals represent the different habitats of the animal world—the sky, the trees, the ground, and underground.

For more about this fable click here, herehere     and here

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Joy Of Writing With A Fountain Pen

Ten Ten Ten

I wonder wonder wonder when

My pencil will become a pen !

Ten Ten Ten

It is a little known nursery rhyme, that I first heard long time after I had discovered the joy of writing with a fountain pen. The verses very aptly describe the thrill a ten year old felt when graduating from a pencil to pen. In our school it was going to the sixth standard (or sixth grade) that gave you the privilege of using a pen.

It was an event to look forward to , to own a pen. In Madras, in those days, the first pen for most students used to be a brand called ‘Writer’ ; Camlin and Pilot were the more advanced ones. Ball point pens were yet to become popular and gel pens of course were totally unknown.

Ball pens were difficult to write with and teachers were convinced that it was the sure-shot method to spoil your handwriting. So the only option was fountain pen with its cap, nib, neck and barrel. I spell out the parts as we were as conversant with the parts as  the whole. We could even buy nib separately as just one fall was enough to break a good nib and there were many nib-breaking, heart-breaking, falls in a student’s life.

There is whole world of the fountain pen culture that is now almost extinct. If I were a celebrity, I would start a “Save Fountain Pen” campaign.

There used to be a brand called “President” that was thick and had a huge barrel . The barrel could take twice or thrice the quantity of ink that a normal pen could take. A friend of mine used to carry this pen along with a slim one and joke ” one is for writing and the other is a portable ink pot” . So it was !

Then came self filler pens that could suck ink from the pot avoiding the messy process of opening the barrel and filling with an ink filler. Unfortunately these pens could hold hardly  half a ml of ink , good enough for signatures but not for the volume of work a student goes through.

Whatever pen we used a student could  always be identified with ink stains all over. Index finger and the middle finger bore the brunt , though ink stains could be spotted just about anywhere; in the corners of shirt pockets,on desk-tops (due to frequent jerking of the pen to initiate the ink-flow) satchels, and sometimes on the face or lips. Students were always close to ink and ink to students.

नलायक बालक का बस्ता भारी होती है
और हाथ स्याही से काली होती है

(Northies, pardon me for any spelling mistake in my hindi)

There was a great excitement about using a new pen. Even today I feel it. There is a process of breaking in a new pen and every piece was  different and every user was different. It is the process of tuning the user to the pen to ensure the smooth flow of ink and  when the tuning is correct , the pen just glides on the paper and it is absolutely bliss. Some people use a glass to write on applying the right pressure to widen the split in the nib.

One pen, one user was the norm. That is one reason that a fountain pen lover swears by Shakespeare’s “Neither borrower nor  a lender be thee”

While a pen is never borrowed , ink borrowing is an art by itself; can’t really be called borrowing as it is never returned. Hardly anybody had an extra pen , leave alone the bunch of pens a school kid carries these days.

At a critical juncture, say, during an examination, one may run out of ink. There is a frantic jerking of pen to squeeze out the last micro-drop of ink. Then you look around for a good Samaritan for rescue. Everyone is busy writing furiously, with one eye on the clock and the other on the answer-sheet  (or may be neighbor’s answer-sheet). Then you find a friendly soul; there is no time for opening the neck of the pen and to do a barrel to barrel transfer; so, air to air re-fueling ensues. The donor just unscrews the neck of the a pen partially and screws it back for a nib to nib transfer of a few drops. A grateful smile  follows ; that should help in completing the answer-sheet; way to bond specially in boarding schools.

These days we hardly see anyone using fountain pens. I do have a small collection , but I miss the range of colours ; there were many brands, Bril, Camel, Quink, Chelpark, Parker etc. Today we have just Camlin and Parker and only Black and Blue in most places.

Recently I had been to Coimbatore and was sauntering along the footpath leisurely. I spotted a tiny  hole in the wall kind of shop with the  board “Pen House”  .I stopped to ask for Turquoise blue ink.

 

The shopkeeper’s eyes lit up; he said, though he did not have one at that moment, he could produce one in ten minutes. He was true to his word, he  produced ink of eight colors; Royal Blue , Black, Blue black, Red, Green, Turquoise blue, Violet and Crimson. Voila ! Jackpot. The ink was manufactured by Daytone and was sold in plastic containers like the ones used for eye-drops or ear drops , though much larger. Later I learnt that the item was manufactured at Indore , about 20km from where I live!

The friendly shopkeeper, asked me what kind of pens I used, self-filler type or the tank type. When I said, the tank type, he was absolutely thrilled. He took out boxes and boxes of vintage pens from the 50s and 60s and also a whole range of expensive pens price ranging from Rs 2000 – Rs 5000.  I bought a modestly priced pen of 1951 Model. I don’t think he earned much from that shop , but sure he was excited talking about pens past and present. May his tribe increase.

On my return to Mhow , one of the first things I did was to fill up Turquoise blue ink in the 1951 model pen .

 

Lifting and Leaning

These are some verses  by the popular poet ‘anonymous’ I came across long before WhatsApp university came into being.  Later I came to know from the net that the poem is attributed to Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

Lifting and Leaning

There are two kinds of people on earth today,
Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.

Not the good and the bad, for ’tis well understood
The good are half bad and the bad are half good.

Not the happy and sad, for the swift-flying years
Brings each man his laughter and each man his tears.

Not the rich and the poor, for to count a man’s wealth
You must first know the state of his conscience and health.

Not the humble and proud, for in life’s busy span
He who puts on vain airs is not counted a man.

No! The two kinds of people on earth I mean
Are the people who lift and the people who lean.

Wherever you go you will find the world’s masses
Are ever divided in just two classes.

And, strangely enough, you will find, too, I ween,
There is only one lifter to twenty who lean.

In which class are you? Are you easing the load
Of overtaxed lifters who toil down the road?

Or are you a leaner who lets others bear
Your portion of worry and labor and care?

The poet come out with the ratio of 1:20; in the management studies , there is a saying that in any organization , 80 percent of the work is done by 20 percent of people; for those arithmetically challenged , the ratio is one lifter to four leaners. It is only the ratio one can haggle about, not the fact that there are more leaners in this world than lifters.

Today the division between lifters and learners is more pronounced than ever before. The poem is more figurative than literal, but someone, hale and hearty,  who cannot lift his own brief-case can’t be expected take on any kind of   load of the family or society he is part of. Can he be ?

Whenever I spend some time in the airport I never fail to notice that we have a class of people who simply do not want to lift or worse still, do not want to be seen lifting anything heavier than a food tray with a coke and a hamburger.

Micro suitcases have mega wheels and wheelchairs are  ubiquitous.

Yes, we need to provide mobility to temporarily or permanently  disabled and the elderly; but why are these wheel chairs not available at Railway Stations.?When I badly wanted a wheel chair at a Railway Station, I had to collect one from the Station Master’s office after depositing my original Identity Card. Later I had to retrieve my identity card after returning the wheel chair. Of course, at Railway Stations you need to pay the porters for theses services while at the airport, they are free; because air-travellers are entitled ‘ Leaners’.

Wheels , Wheels Everywhere

Another place I see the stark division of the two classes is in Hospitals. The hospitals are designed on the lines of five star hotels. In one of the leading hospitals, I noticed over 10 different classes of wards from the shared ward  for about 2500/ per day to VIP suite for Rs 25000/ per day.

After all everybody needs help at times and has to be wheeled around by his fellow-citizens; but how is it that almost every one who is serving is malnourished and the one who is being served is obese?

What happens to those arms that have stopped lifting any load ; and those legs that have stopped walking beyond the distance from their cars to the nearest building? The fat deposits increase and the  muscles start wasting away and presto ! we do have a solution for that ! Just drive down to a physiotherapist and start a scientifically designed work out on how to regain the strength of these muscles; surprise ! surprise ! ….. that is done by lifting weights that members of this elite class scrupulously avoid in their day to day life. And they walk on treadmills to exercise their ‘unwalking ‘ legs!

Welcome to the Brave New World!