Sanyas!

By Rummuser | Filed in Blogging, People, Raves and Rants, Relationships, Religion

My friend K came today on his monthly visit. The topic of discussion today was on parenting.

K’s last born, now eighteen lives with him. K as my readers may recollect is a divorced single parent. K’s two elder children are daughters and now married and settled down to domestic and career bliss in India and the USA. K did not need to consult me on parenting for them, but now finds it necessary at least to discuss the matter to see if he is doing the right things with a growing young man who lives at home.

I started off by telling K that I know of no father who has been totally successful in providing the right kind of parenting and that it has been my observation that almost all, bungle their way around this and eventually come out smelling like roses. I also suggested that things will be alright and there is no need to worry unduly about this matter.

Interestingly, the topic then changed to some other matters that have been worrying K and on top of the agenda was the problem of an alcoholic in the family. That discussion took off in a direction that neither of us had anticipated. I had just been south to tackle the same problem for another friend’s family and I shared my experience of that visit and the course of action that we followed there. K is likely to get another meeting organised for me with the people concerned in his family soon and perhaps something will come out of it.

That discussion took us into another matter. K wanted to know why I don’t drink or eat non vegetarian food any more and whether I will start to do both ever again . This has been a topic that I have not discussed with many people, and certainly not with K. K knew that I was quite a bon vivant some years ago and wished to understand what brought about the change and whether the path that I chose is something that I enjoy being on or whether it is a distasteful experience that I am undergoing with some other self imposed compulsions.

That broke some dam inside me. I simply cannot figure out why it happened, but all the whymeitis that has been kept bottled up inside me for years, came out in a torrent, much to the surprise and eventual delight of K. At the end of it all he said, and I quote him verbatim, ” you are now ready for Sanyas.” Some friend!

I now have an idea for a post on whether I am ready for sanyas or not. In the meanwhile, some of my readers who have been following my rants here may have their opinions on the matter. I would be interested in reading their comments.




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Half Truths.

By Rummuser | Filed in Blogging, Humor, People, Philosophy, Religion

I hope that you enjoy reading another post of the Friday Loose Bloggers’ Consortium when eleven of us post on the same topic chosen by one of us. Today’s topic has been chosen by Conrad.

Please do visit Ashok, Conrad, Grannymar, Magpie11, Maria, Gaelikaa, Helen, Judy, Anu and Ginger to see ten other views on the same topic. Some of these bloggers may be preoccupied with vacations, examinations, family problems and/or romance, so be a little indulgent in case they do not post or post late.

What is a lie, what is truth and what is a half truth? Humanity has struggled with these questions since time immemorial and even the blog world is full of posts on the subject.

Indians however are very clever people. They have role models and even Gods to come to their help in getting rid of guilt. Let me give you a classic case of deception that is part of India’s greatest epic, The Mahabharatha, which with about one hundred thousand verses, long prose passages, or about 1.8 million words in total, is roughly ten times the length of the Iliad and Odyssey combined.

Yudhishtira is the eldest of the Pandavas, the good guys. Yudhishtira is famous for his honesty and uprightness. Drona is the opposition’s greatest hit man. In fact, Drona was the teacher for both sides of the divide. Krishna, the God in human form is the charioteer for Arjuna the hero of the good guys.

In the war, the Kuru commander Drona was killing thousands of Pandava warriors. Krishna hatched a plan to tell Drona that his son Ashwathama had died, so that the invincible and destructive Kuru commander would give up his arms and thus could be killed.

The plan was set in motion when Bhima killed an elephant named Ashwathama, and loudly proclaimed that Ashwathama was dead. Drona, knowing that only Yudhisthira, with his firm adherence to the truth, could tell him for sure if his son had died, approached Yudhisthira for confirmation. Yudhisthira told him: “Ashwathama has died”. Yudhisthira, who could not make himself tell a lie, despite the fact that if Drona continued to fight, the Pandavas and the cause of dharma itself would have been lost, then added: “Praha kunjara ha”, which means he is not sure whether elephant named Ashwathama or the man Ashwathama had died.

Krishna, knowing that Yudhisthira would be unable to lie, had all the warriors beat war-drums and cymbals to make as much noise as possible at the critical moment. The words “Praha kunjara ha” were lost in the tumult and the ruse worked. Drona was disheartened, and laid down his weapons. He was then killed by Dhristadyumna, another hit man from the good guys.

If God could arrange for such deceptions, who are we, mere mortals to shun half truths or whatever else you want to call them? I refuse to be guilty whenever I have to speak half truths. Why, I often tell full lies, like Nick gives examples of. When the food is awful in my host’s home, I shall not feel guilty if I praise the food and manage to eat enough to back up that lie. And I am not God, I am just human.




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Male Menopause.

By Rummuser | Filed in Uncategorized

As if I do not have enough to muse about, this news item in the Independent, got me into a very reflective mood. Without any disrespect to Dr. Hegarty, and strictly talking about my own life, I think that I should share my thoughts with my readers. I am sure that I shall get a lot of wisdom at the end of it all.

What really intrigued me about it is the use of the phrase, “mid life crisis”. I am unable to figure out if I am in the midst of a mid life crisis or a late life crisis or whatever.

For love or money, I am unable to find the answer to those questions as I am first of all unable to figure out quite what crisis that I am going through. Is it the tendency to fall asleep in the afternoons? I always thought that I deserved that piece of indulgence after so many decades of denying myself that during my corporate days. Is it the aching muscles? I thought, and my GP confirms that it is because I spend so much time blogging. Is it the falling libido? I do not know as, since my widower existence began, I have just been too busy living.

The funny part of all this musing is that all three symptoms existed for me in my early twenties when life was filled with partying all the time. Would it mean that I passed through my menopause during my twenties? Early life crisis?

I am confused. I am looking for enlightenment.




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Spam.

By Rummuser | Filed in Blogging, Humor, People


This comment is too good not to be shared with my readers. Akismet caught it but the sheer gall of the commentator made me laugh, as I am sure my readers will too.

“I just installed an in-wall computer in my bathroom with a pull out keyboard tray and, with all do respect, this is the first blog I read while taking a number 2. This is getting bookmarked because it will always have a place in my heart, and bathroom. :-) Thanks for the great read.”

S/He may well have installed something like this!




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Yet Another Entrepreneur.

By Rummuser | Filed in Food, People, Self Improvement, Sociology

That is a refrigerator that works without electricity. It is a solution for many villages without electricity, but where something to keep things safe a for a few days can make for a lot of convenience.

That is Mansukhbhai Prajapathi, a potter by profession who has brought smiles on a lot of faces. The refrigerator shown above is made from clay. Mansukhbhai has a lot of other gadgets like water filter, pressure cooker etc in his range of products made from clay and all of which need no electricity.

You can read all about him in this news item from Rediff Business.




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Tears II

By Rummuser | Filed in Uncategorized

This music never fails to bring tears to my eyes as I associate with many sacrifices made by many people all over the world throughout our history.

I thank my friend Anil, a man who should know why this brings tears to my eyes as I am sure it does to him, for sending me this link.

Please turn on the speakers and listen and watch two miracles happen.




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I reproduce below an extract from a mail from a Pakistani friend with Indian relatives. This is not unusual and many families on both sides of the divide have relatives on the other side. We were one country once after all.

“Rummy, I know that you follow Thomas Friedman and am surprised that you have not blogged about his article. (http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/01/opinion/01friedman.html?_r=1)

What is the problem dost*? Don’t tell me that you have become a dove in your old age.”

*Dost is Urdu for Friend.

I have had other regular readers asking me why I have stopped writing about Pakistan and terrorism.

There is no big mystery here, nor any change of heart.

Other, more capable writers, in the recent past, have been using many platforms to convey what I have been proclaiming for years about Pakistan’s establishment and its duplicity.

I have other things to write about.

Shoaib, does that answer you adequately?

I am not one however to let an opportunity slip out of my hands.

The problem with Pakistan has been highlighted by recent events now better than I or Thomas Friedman can ever do. Pakistan’s establishment has been shown to be what it is. Broke, without any credibility in the rest of the world and still prevaricating on India’s intentions. After some nudging from other sources, it has graciously accepted India’s offer of aid.

I still believe that if Pakistan stops being belligerent about India and drops the India bogey which helps the establishment remain in power, and most important, smashes the officially supported terror net work within its borders, Pakistan can take its rightful place in the community of nations of the world. Shoaib, will your establishment listen?




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Tears.

By Rummuser | Filed in Blogging, People, Sociology

I hope that you enjoy reading another post of the Friday Loose Bloggers’ Consortium when eleven of us post on the same topic chosen by one of us. Today’s topic has been chosen by Grannymar.

Please do visit Ashok, Conrad, Grannymar, Magpie11, Maria, Gaelikaa, Helen, Judy, Anu and Ginger to see ten other views on the same topic. Some of these bloggers may be preoccupied with vacations, examinations, family problems and/or romance, so be a little indulgent in case they do not post or post late.

That photograph published widely in India in 2003, caused a nation to ask itself some very disturbing questions. It is of Qutbuddin Ansari, a tailor of Ahmedabad in Gujarath who was pleading for his life. Read about it in an article in the BBC News here.

That photograph also buried from India’s conscience another story. There were no photographers around to take a shot of a crying human being with tears in her eyes pleading for mercy.

In some parts of India, we are not allowed to express grief in public. So we have professional mourners like in the famous film Rudali.

According to a custom, in certain areas of Rajasthan, women are hired as professional mourners after the death of a male relative. These women are referred to as a ‘rudaali’ (roo-dah-lee), literally translated as female weepers. They in turn publicly express the grief of family members who are not permitted to display emotion due to social status. The rudaalis make a scene crying out loud. The impact of their mourning also compels other people at the funeral to cry.

Tears come easily to me. Unfortunately, they never do at the right time nor right place. They come in torrents when I am alone or with people I can trust to understand and share my grief with. That is conditioning at its best!

Tears also come to me in torrents when I am joyful and laughing. I used to wonder if something was wrong with me till I read this little paragraph. “Darwin thought that monkeys, like humans, laughed. In this, he disagreed with Aristotle, who claimed that humans were the only creatures who laughed. Darwin’s purpose was to show that the expressive facial muscles had evolved from animals and that therefore man was not a separate, divinely created species. Duchenne kept a pet monkey and reported to Darwin that he’d often seen it smile, but Darwin relied on his own empirical experiments to argue that they laughed as well. “If a young chimpanzee be tickled—the armpits are particularly sensitive to tickling, as in the case of our children—a more decided chuckling or laughing sound is uttered,” Darwin wrote, “Young Orangs, when tickled, likewise grin and make a chuckling sound and. . . their eyes grow brighter.”

More recently, people are spending time and money on this very enigmatic practice about which you can read here.

I bet that the paragraph on Darwin will generate tears in Mayo’s eyes. Does it in yours as well?




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Tirupur’s Workhorse.

By Rummuser | Filed in Blogging, Nostalgia, People

This is a follow up post on my yesterday’s post on my Nostalgia Trip To Tirupur.

This photograph shows a very common sight in Tirupur. It is a courier carrying about a ton of cotton cloth between two processing locations. Possibly from a calendaring unit to a cut make and trim unit. The vehicle is a 50CC moped rightly called the work horse in South India, manufactured by one of India’s native grown companies called the TVS group.
The picture has been put in here to show the innovative spirit of the local populace. That a tiny machine like this can be used to carry such a heavy load surprises many first time visitors to the town. The locals do not even seem to notice it.

The unloaded vehicle looks like this.

My son Ranjan’s first owned vehicle was a TVS moped somewhat like the one in the picture. Subsequently, he graduated to two more higher powered models of motorcycles from the same stable.
Oddly enough, the very versatile and sturdy vehicle is not popular outside Tamil Nadu.




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There are two towns that have developed a particular connection with me which keeps taking me back to them repeatedly. Bangalore, now known as Bengaluru and Tirupur. Last week, I had to visit both the places as I had to attend to some business as well as some crisis management in a close friend’s family matter.

Since reservations on convenient trains were difficult to come by, I flew to Bengaluru, spent a night there while attending to some business during the day and took an afternoon train for a six hour journey to Tirupur the next day. I took a train again last Saturday afternoon from Tirupur and after a 26 hour journey, came back to Pune on Sunday evening. I had traveled 1800 Kms by train during this trip.

Tirupur is a name very well known in the specialized world of ready made garments, particularly in cotton knits. You can learn a lot about it here. My first visit to the place was in 1969 when it was little more than a slightly overgrown village. Subsequently, I had a lot more to do with the town between 1974 and 1977 with very frequent visits, during one of which, I had the first hand experience with our emergency excesses.

I then had nothing to do with Tirupur till 1987, but visited it a few times till early 1990. From 1990 till early 2002 however, Tirupur has been on my regularly visited towns for the very obvious reason that I had a lot of business dealings there and on two separate occasions, employed there.

Naturally, I have made many friends there and have very close relationships with some of them. I have known many rag to riches stories there as well riches to rags stories. Throughout my experience there though, I have had nothing but great affection and excellent hospitality from the locals. I have a soft corner to the town and its people.

My visit to Tirupur after over eight years was indeed a nostalgic one. I was not disappointed with the warmth and the hospitality of the people there and caught up with a number of my friends there and successfully managed the crisis at my friend’s home as well.

In the last eight years, Tirupur has changed a great deal. It is now a district head quarters for a separate district. Roads have been widened and new fly overs have been built as well as many old thoroughfares converted into one way roads. New construction everywhere made it difficult to recognize some old familiar areas.

Being heavily dependent on the export market to the USA and Europe, economic activity is subdued and there have been many closures of units. The units focused on the Indian market are thriving but it is sad to see many exporting units struggling.

My friends would like me to come back and make my residence there. Who knows? May be that will happen too, once again!




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