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July 27, 2005

IM This IM does not

IM
This IM does not pertain to Instant Messaging- far from it! Read on:

After 3 years, this summer saw the kids and me head to the pool. While they jumped into the care of trained teachers who ensured that their arms and legs and torso moved in synch, I took to lap swimming. Individual Muddle was more like it than Medley! 25 yards- haa! that was easy; after all I used to do 1 Km once. Well, was it 10 yards or less- I was huffing and puffing as my arms fell apart and the lungs felt crushed taking a short breath! After the 5th lap, I was finally able to actually complete the 25 yards without stopping in the middle treading water! Yipee! Now who says I amn't on my way to getting an Olympic medal in the 200 IM(even if I get there under the senior category!)?!


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July 26, 2005

The Cauldron The cauldron bubbled

The Cauldron
The cauldron bubbled away ladening the air with a heavy treacly scent. Brilliant patterns of purple decorated the backsplash and the clothes as the berries cooked away. Peering over the bubbling pot, I felt like a wizened witch creating a magic potion of love infused with health and contentment rather than plain sugar and pectin. The asorted glass jars awaited to be filled with the thickening mixture...

What else could I do? Those luscious mounds of color simply beckoned! And I just went and the farmer was only too glad to sell a flat of over-ripe berries, throwin' in a decent bargain to this weird hausfrau. May was when I ended up with a flat of strawberries and last week found me balancing a flat of blackberries. The farmer has promised me raspberries next month! Old V and kids are getting tired of having to live in a canning center with cauldrons boiling over. Aah! but the pleasure of crushing those plump ripe berries between the fingers and revelling in their texture and color. The jewel tones in that red and purple are unparalleled! These bottled po(r)tions help spread some good old-fashioned cheer within family and neighborhood.

But then being fanciful has been an untamed bane of my life...
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July 24, 2005

The Tragedy on Cheran Watching

The Tragedy on Cheran
Watching Sun TV news, I was shocked to hear the story of a young man who had committed suicide on a train in Tamil Nadu by burning himself to death. A few months ago I was reading an article on the rising rates of suicide in Tamil Nadu among its youth with failure in exams and "love" being cited as the primary reasons. Listening to a popular hit song from the film "Anniyan" the male protagonist sings that "owing to a fear of failure I postponed taking my (love) test" (Kumaari en kaadal sikki mukki thikki...)

What are the societal pressures on these youths that urge them to take such a drastic action? Economically speaking, Tamil Nadu is one of the more "industrialised" states in the Indian union. Several of its welfare schemes such as the noon-meal scheme have been emulated by several other states. This state has been home to several philanthropic individuals and organizations that have revolutionised the way we think of doing good: Shankara Netralaya, Andra Mahila sabha, The Adyar Cancer institute (and recently sneha- an anti-suicide hotline for youth getting more calls than they can field) etc. In the 90s the literacy rate showed a healthy increase in the state. Despite drought conditions, there have been fewer farmer suicides in this state than neighboring Andra. YET, the "educated" youth are feeling more depressed and frustrated and want an easy way out. What could be the reason for this phenomenon? Is it poor self esteem or feeling inadequate to effect change? Or an education that is purely intellectual without a grounding in spirituality (after all, it is a politically agnostic state with ironically the maximum number of temples in the entire nation!)? Or could it be a demand for a higher economic growth rate in an accelerated fashion that is not being met in reality (the vulgar advertising of jewellery and silk saris on satellite TV attests to that effect)?

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July 20, 2005

Vyasa Puja/ Guru Poornima Sadaashiva

Vyasa Puja/ Guru Poornima
Sadaashiva Samaarambhaam Shankaraachaarya MadhyamaamI
Asmad Aachaarya Paryanthaam Vande Guru ParamparaamII

Salutations to that principle that has kept proding me from within to ask the right questions, seeking, experiencing, glimpsing into the eternity of conciousness now and then, here and there, in this and that, in him and in her... On this full moon, I express my gratitude to the "Guru" within to continue guiding me through this path.
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July 17, 2005

Anniyan: the "outsider" Anniyan the

Anniyan: the "outsider"
Anniyan the new Shankar movie continues the saga where Indian, The Gentleman and Mudhalvan left off. Like all the rest, the latest heartthrob of Mollywood- Vikram sans moush, plays the pivotal role of a guy with a split-personality disorder. The comedy track with Vivek is wonderful but unfortunately gets overshadowed by some morbid violence.

The protagonist is real upset because the latrines in the train are filthy. I remember those long train trips from Delhi to Chennai in sweltering summer. Yes, the 3-tier compartments would run out of water, the mother with a partially toilet-trained kid will help the child "ease" herself/himself at the entrance to the toilet rather than inside. And in my maiden trip, I learnt about the train superintendend who used to have his "quarters" in S3! It was as simple as lodging a complain with him and the toilet getting cleaned in the very next station- nothing to kill people for. But then Shankar is Shankar- no half measures. He truly believes in the "weeding out of the bad elements" philosophy. Just as in Swades, the emphasis is on individual responsibility that manifests as collective responsibility. Of course, the mores are primordially middle-class/bourgeoisie and the director dares NOT point a finger at them openly and say they are responsibile to clean up their act. Rather a somnolent, jobless drunk is made the target of the director's wrath of feeling frustrated, not being able to change a thing.

Conclusion: Values and sincerity need to be made into butts of jokes as they are ridiculous to be put in practice. Putting up with inefficiency and laziness, and a nonchalance towards crime, makes a model citizen of the world's largest democracy- India! Of course, the wise director has justified a grand budget and delivers lush and vibrant frames with Holland and its tulip fields (a grand feast for the eyes as Silsila was pre-digital era) along with getting the oft storeotyped "brahmins" into using all that hidden knowledge towards betterment of society thru multiple personalities that include a non-brahmin avatar and a converted-christian avatar. Thus he ensures a happy balance of audience- the brahmins, the non-brahmins (still Hindu) and the converts (on the rise in Tamil Nadu). The randaka-randaka song ensures a renaissance of the folkart forms of TamilNadu which have languished for lack of patronage. I did wonder about the environmental implications of washing the paints off after the song picturisation or if they left them as is. Hmm, reading some obscure regional newspaper column may get me that answer!
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July 13, 2005

Jini Jini Jini Jini Kabir

Jini Jini Jini Jini
Kabir saw thru the weave, so to speak, and got us to think about the tiny squares of space between the threads that creates the illusion called cloth. To further accentuate that weave, we actually take a needle and thread some more thread through it and concretize the weave further by giving reality to the fabric as well as the shape it now assumes.

Picking out the stitches one by one, she unravelled the dress and while at it, the cloth snagged on the ripper's edge and some of the weave ripped apart, leaving empty space. Now where did the cloth dissapear to, wondered she, humming a song under her breath. The newly liberated space kept silent.
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July 07, 2005

Life and Death What is

Life and Death
What is regarded as the real objective world experienced in the waking state is no more real than that experienced during sleep (dream). During sleep, the world does not exist; and during the waking state, the dream does not exist! Even so, death contradicts life: while living, death is non-existent, and in death, life is non-existent. Because, that which holds together either experience is absent in the other.
Swami Venkatesananda: Vasishta's Yoga, State University of New York Press, 1993

And we lend such credence to all experiences and emotions!
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