Friday, February 18, 2011

Tod do yeh deewar!!




               Really, sometimes I just get so frustrated at myself for being a good listener! I am more of a listener, than a speaker.  I listen to my friends, I listen and listen to my teachers perennially. I listen to AR Rahman. I listen to my parents, my grandmother, even my younger sister sometimes! Ok, so is listening bad? May not be. Should not be. Is over-listening bad? Maybe . What do I mean when I say over-listening? Here, I mean listening and listening and not speaking to the necessary extent after which people start saying “Dude, you want to say something? No? Ok, so listen…..”.And this goes on. This is what I have felt!! Listening and listening. Being democratic, I am. Let the person present his views, at least. Then I’ll talk.  But by the time, that guy has finished his talk, I have lost the soul of his argument  and he is tired of speaking and speaking. So, what happens is, both of us stare at each other. Blankly. And then I say “Ok. So, you do agree with Marx? But why?” And again I am listening to his ‘clarification’. This time he talks in such a dominating manner that I just don’t feel like discussing and refuting his argument. Done. He leaves. I am confused. Pondering over what Marx may have said. Why was Marx so crazy? And why is my friend one of the few public Marxists in this world of public capitalists? Is he a seer? I doubt. Confusion. That’s what happens when you over-listen.
              Now, let us assume that there is a process here. Well, there IS a process here. You listen, you process the matter (think) and then speak. Something very similar to what I did here while writing this post. I typed out this stuff on the QWERTY thing (wow, typing out qwerty is a rare thing. I enjoyed doing it twice!!), the master-mind processor thought and the dubba CRT spoke in it’s way. Just imagine how efficiently the computer functions. We perform the input functions. The CPU processes and the output is out flat. This happens when the computer is working efficiently and is normal and sane. Now, imagine the output device not working. The computer’s output device not working leaves the human mind frustrated. No computer(or any such gadget) output implies frustration of the human mind! Similarly, we humans take inputs, then process and then give an output. Normally. Suppose we keep on taking in stuff in the form of thoughts, figures, concepts, equations, scripts etc. We think over it(we don’t) and then efficient and normal beings have good, proportionate outputs in the form of exhibitive  responses like verbal replies and histrionics. Abnormal beings do not have such outputs. They remain stuck in the thought process. There is a problem. The output does not come out. Now, if we get frustrated when the computer does not show an output, imagine our condition if WE do not give out good outputs!! There’s a condition of confusion and conflict which is going to stay on. This is not good. There can be a certain kind of mental clogging which can have undesirable consequences. This can become a habit which will not help me when I face society. Lack of expression of feelings at the right time can lead to isolation and a certain self-centeredness. This is also not good. But this problem can be solved.
                How? Now, the solution is in our CPU. It’s in our processing unit. We have a conscience. We have willpower. We can act. We can improve. We can improve further. Now, taking a cue from what I learnt in English Literature class today - “All conflict arises out of desire” -  I would like to be aware of not crossing the line on the other side. I should not lose my good listening skills. And I should not talk non-sense. But there are certain times when my discretionary powers should come to my rescue. Sometimes, we should not express ourselves as we would normally. We must consider the practicality of the situations. Good. Sounds good.
                 But why on earth am I sharing bits of my personal diary with you? Well, my discretion tells me to do so. You, my dear friend and reader of this blog will also take in something from here. If you find the post rubbish and grammatically horrible(some errors creep in, I know it’s sad inspite of MS Word’s existence), please express your displeasure by posting your comment. Let me tell you - let there be transparency between the writer and the reader. But there can be times when you have nothing to say. Perfectly fine! All your feelings and expressions are respected and accepted! I love you.. all I wish is minimal misunderstanding! I wish to understand my Marxist friend and also you. I will talk to you and let there be exchange of ideas, let there be healthy debates, and let there be lessons to be learnt. Learning and growing together is a beautiful process which may lead to a healthy, strong and well-knit society. From here, we can talk of macro-growth and macro-development. We can be a better society, a better country and a better planet. Let there be conversations!! Light will be there, then. 

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Beginning with my neighbourhood!

Hi people!
I have decided to start my tryst with the pen(virtual and real).This being my first blog,I felt like giving you all a small glimpse of my surroundings and it's effect on me till now. The musing...



I decided to take a late evening walk in my neighbourhood, yesterday. Walking in a pretty non-appealing but well-organised colony cannot be said to be very refreshing for the mind.Up I walked towards the main road to be amidst people,after a few hours of aloofness.The current scene in our colony makes it even harder to be with people.A road dug-up on it's sides with stones and gravel spread about,giving it the feel of a never-before walking plaza.In fact, the delight of walking in the middle of an erstwhile busy and vehicle-only road made me feel 'lifted'.The normal footpaths have are non-existent and lead to the creation of a wide,foot-only path due to barricading and metre-deep trenches on parallel sides of the direction of foot-march.The markedly visible,unidentifiable pipes in the metre-deep trenches are nearly completely covered with some men doing some more digging and other men doing some pipe-wire engineering,the description of which escapes my factual brain.Whereas, the women surrounding sacks of cement(or maybe even sand,I am not sure,as always) are helping the digger-men either by being digger-women or by clearing the sand and piling it up on a nearby heap.

The foot-plaza(i.e the main road) is compartmentalized into many sub-footplazas for the convenience of we pedestrians.Something for the pedestrians,finally!!Up and down from the sub-footplazas are the residential lanes.Due to the trenches,humanity here felt the need to build bridges to connect these sub-footplazas to the residential lanes.A new kind of bridge.The Sack-bridge!!It's strong, it's curvy(and hence,sexy!) and maybe the shortest bridge to help both the pedestrian and the occasional motor-biker!!

As I look at my colony with more observant eyes, I start finding it a little more appealing.There are these light-starved but nevertheless happy trees enjoying their freedom from 'shishir'.And the Indrayani bungalow(sadly) stood behind three such trees.The three trees(one of whom I name Sheela,what's in a name yaar!) literally beg it's inhabitants to start paying their electricity bills.On the other side, Sheela and her friends face a decently-lit Vamanrao Udyan, a parabolic road separating the visually antagonistic and contrasting landmarks in Dahanukar Colony. This Vamanrao Udyan used to be the site for my shy playfulness for a short period of time.As I look at it now,I notice one new play equipment.The waist-high semi-circular jungle-gym.The basketball court with the two nets being separated by gravel, is the court witness to many a physical battle!The jogging track which is an ill-fit for any 2-feet wide plus mortal still exists.I remember stepping aside every two minutes to allow the other 'jogger' to pass by or (rarely)pass through.That's one bad jogging track!Then the three bhai-bhai-bhai slides.Small,medium,large.I hated the small(for obvious reasons).Enjoyed the medium.But detested the large one because I could not climb up the slide from the bottom of the butt-rester!Then the mini merry-go-round and the mini gymnasium and of course the best place to hide-the water basin,remind me of my days here.I used to come here as a primary school-kid with my Mom and infant sister.We had a Rs.340/- pass to the garden,which we all valued because of it's high cost and great play infrastructure!

As I end a day of retrospection,walking around my colony,going back to my playful-kid days I bury my left foot into a gravel mound.Shaking my foot and chappal and thanking gravity for allowing the gravel to get off me,I once again come back to the current realm of thoughts.Even I am in a state of repair,like the foot-plaza of my colony.
Stepping over the sack-bridge I enter my lane and walk down the narrowing but well-lit lane and sloping path which leads me to my building.As I walk down, I try staring at the faces of the bike-riders riding upwards,only managing to guess the age and sex of the rider as he/she zooms by.

Not really refreshed,but happy nonetheless I return to my shed.The uncertainty remains,it does not zoom by so easily!! :-)