Monday, August 20, 2018

Keep in REAL Touch

Do not send me a GM message or a GIF wish
I crave to hear a real caring voice
May not be always but atleast sometimes
Yet I know, it is your personal choice

Why forward news of an unknown person
Share yours however simple it may seem
Or ask for mine – it could be health, sickness
How your day went or about my favourite dream

I abhor the flowers on the small screen
They are lifeless images, and with no scent at all
Instead, let’s walk around my small garden
And create memories we can later recall

Don’t rely on that dumb gadget and the App
Call and ask - What’s up and how are you
Otherwise there will be no connect, no bonding
Relationships will become obscure and untrue

Come over and see me while I am alive
Not when I stop breathing and die
It’s just a matter of wanting to do it
‘No time’, ‘traffic’ and ‘long distance’ are mere alibi

The above is my heart’s cry to all
Not another mindless forward from me
Do read and reflect every now and then
Otherwise life will just go on meaninglessly

-  Really really affected by people’s attachment to things, and detachment from near and dear ones.

- 21st August 2018

Talking behind people's back


- Published in Deccan Herald on 10th April 2018

Mind Those Manners

I was in the 6th standard of a Govt. school and in the middle of teaching the students, self-defence in times of unpleasant situations in and around home, especially as most of them had parents who worked as garment factory workers, housemaids and autorickshaw drivers, and therefore would be absent from home most of the time leaving the children alone. I took in some students to act as perpetrators to make it easy for me to demonstrate and for them to remember.

We were enacting a situation where a stranger had to touch me on my body and I had to quickly grab him by his arm and topple him to the ground. The boy did his act very well but before going back to his seat, came to me and said sorry. I asked for what and he said for touching me the way he did, although it was as per my instructions. That stands out in my memory, for the simple reason that the boy, all of 11 years of age, remembered his manners even though he didn’t have his parents around him all the time to remind him of them.

The behavior of the boy in the above incident seems obvious, but sadly it is not these days. The incident below illustrates what I am saying.

On a Monday morning, I sent a common message, over the messenger, to six of my colleagues – May the day go well with you, may something good come your way, have a good day. In response, two reverted as to why I had sent that. One enquired whether I was hinting at something pleasant that was going to happen in the latter part of the day. Another came to my seat and asked what the occasion was, whether I had mistaken it for his birthday and I leisurely clarified that I just did something beyond the usual – greeting and wishing another human being well. The rest two didn’t respond at all - not to this day. None of the six thanked me. Last Christmas, a group of us played the Secret Santa game where we needed to gift each other anonymously. Sensing that people did not take time to trace their giver, I disclosed the names a week later. To this day, not more than a handful from two dozen participants, thanked their giver for the gifts.

All of a sudden, it seems like insensitivity, indifference and self-centeredness have become the new normal. Not only do people put up with them, they are even justified as off-shoots of modern life.

Take the instance of this new recruit in the workplace. She was struggling to enter the corridor where her workstation is located but could not. She looked around and found me with the swiping card hanging by my neck. She asked me, ‘can you open the door with the card’ and I did as if in a stance, because I realized she, although from an elite management institute, didn’t even bother to say please – nor thanks after the door was swiped open. Wasn’t that impolite? Someone said, ‘she must have been in a hurry to complete some work.’

Many times, young executives get on to the city bus with a laptop hanging from the shoulder and a mobile phone in hand. They are so engrossed in talking on the phone that they are oblivious to those nearby - so much so that they stamp one person with their high heels and hit another with the huge and heavy laptop bag and don’t even turn around to say sorry. Again, we brush aside such incidents saying, ‘their high-tech jobs must be very stressful.’

It’s not that we take lightly our manners with outsiders or strangers or in unfamiliar surroundings thinking it won’t benefit us in any way. Many do this even within their own family and neighbourhood.

My neighbour visited her friend and the son opened the door. Without even inviting her in, the boy walked away to his room to catch up with some pending chores. My neighbour, who shared a good rapport with her friend, pointed it out to her but the mother remarked ‘teenagers are teenagers’ rather than acknowledge that the youngster needed to be corrected, leave alone call him and correct him right then.

People pursued success even in olden days but alongside believed in living responsibly. Now though, with our false perception of success, certain qualities like courtesy, humility, understanding and compassion have almost vanished like the proverbial horns from the head of an ass. And, that is very disturbing for a society that needs manners, to live amicably.

Being a person with a positive outlook, I am always on the lookout for the silver lining on the cloud and I do find it. I have found people mindful of manners, in unexpected circumstances like the boy who apologized to me in the school. I will always remember the BMTC conductor who thanked a passenger for the change which the latter gave him. And the regular customer who told the sweet vendor that the sweets were tasting really good and fresh on this particular day, accompanying it with a broad grin that said it all. Not to miss the guest at a wedding that I attended, who aimed the paper cup at the waste bin and then when it missed the bin, picked it up himself and threw it in the bin not waiting for the maid to do it.

I wish I could witness more incidents like the ones mentioned immediately above. All I can say is, thanks for people like them and let their tribe increase.


- Published in Daijiworld Online on 2nd June 2017

Bringing up Babies - all kinds


The other day I bumped into my schoolmate. After exchange of news over the years, she asked me, “how is your little baby?” I said, “Very cute” – which is what all mothers say – “and very smart.” Added that she doesn’t trouble me at all once she is fed, and keeps playing to herself, that she is a jewel and I treasure her. Suddenly, she interrupted me and said, “Oh shucks, I was supposed to ask this of my colleague. By the way, who were you talking about?” I said, “of course my baby, my little kitten who has just come of age.” 

My friend looked askance as she stared into my eyes – Are you crazy? Comparing a kitten with a human baby? As though my kitten was any less than a human baby, or rearing her any less challenging than bringing up an infant. That got me thinking on the various things that I experienced on the arrival of children of the four-legged kind into my home and life.

The neighbours – who would coo into any baby welcomingly – reacted in different ways. A few spoke in whispers about our new pet, some in joy at the little one, others advising their little ones to stay away as “it will bite you”.

I still remember the expenses I incurred on my pets’ vaccinations and medications, for which I could not claim reimbursement at office. A human baby could be put to sleep with a lullaby – even off-tune if you desire – but my kitten would have none of it, and took her own sweet time to learn to trust us not to hurt her if she cuddled beside us whenever she felt like it. What about the times I had lost sleep trying to get her to go to the bathroom to relieve herself, lest she dirtied our bed? Pet parents also have sleepless nights, but we don’t talk about them.

It is almost a done thing for small babies to howl in the night if they wish to, for any of the myriad excuses the elders have for it – nightmare, colic, loose motions with a new tooth and what not. But I was given a show-cause notice when our little puppy whined on the first few nights away from and remembering his playful siblings and mother.

As he was growing, my puppy had his share of health problems and was as helpless as a small child, if not more as he could not speak out his discomfort like a human child can. When he threw up on the bed I had to be patient till he recovered. I had to stay up, spoon feed him and be there for him, just like a mother would for her sick child. Recently at the vet’s, I saw another parent all tears when she showed the blood report of her little Persian cat asking what she could do to reduce the excessive WBC count. I remember how I had taken permission to leave office and reach home to help my daughter deal with the tantrums of my then teenager dachshund.

All through their short life with us, our four-legged children depend heavily on us and it is a pleasure catering to their needs for the unstinted loyalty and selfless love that they shower on us. We learn so much from them that it would not be wrong to say that they really bring us up not otherwise.


- Published in Deccan Herald on 14th June 2017 as 'Parenting four-legged babies'