Monday, October 21, 2013

The Paradoxes Of Life - To Succeed, One Must Fail

In a talk the other day I found a sympathetic voice expressing pity at my revelation of my failures along with my success. I pointed out gently that failure is not a bad word - it is a great teacher. Without failing one never knows how to succeed really.

Success comes in two forms - short term and long term. In the short term and short lived variety one does not know how success came about really. The process is not known and it all happens by chance. One does not know how to sustain success or how to get back. One failure could seal these short term varieties of success.

In the long term variety the person sees success and then failure. He or she does not get daunted by failure and tries to understand and overcome the reasons for failure. In the process of trying to understand he or she figures out the process of succeeding by improving skill, physical and mental ability. This time the person succeeds on a long term basis. When the person slips, or fails, he or she knows that the level has to be improved and an upward correction takes place.

To succeed long term really then, one must fail. And rise from that failure.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

10 Special Groups of People

These are special groups of people with special needs. If smart marketers can find their special needs I think they could benefit. These special groups obviously have special mindsets. So far I have uncovered 10.

  • Those who 'like' RIPs on facebook
  • Those who rush up in their vehicle from the side in a traffic jam, and choke up the entire road
  • Those who make love to ATMs when a huge crowd is waiting outside, pressing buttons in wanton ecstasy
  • Those who have cell phones ringing in theatres despite instructions that only imbeciles do such things and holding long and loud business conversations (and lie loudly in theatres that they are someplace else)
  • Those who choose to go the wrong side in luxury cars, or jump over road dividers at risk to their limbs, to so they can save fuel by travelling 100 metres less
  • Those who pitch tents in the middle of the road for private functions and play loud music till 12 in the night and burst crackers at 2 in the morning
  • Those who butt into the line in a super market with only 'one item and pick a fight since they are so victimised by the ones in the queue who have bought so much
  • Those who ask for directions even as they see you are busy on your phone
  • Those who park their vehicles in front of someone else's gate or car and push off
  • Those who cannot resist the urge to beat everyone else - at traffic lights, at airport queues, at every ticket counter
I am sure there must be more.

Friday, October 18, 2013

Sunrise at Necklace Road

Another early morning venture. Sunrise at Necklace road. Nice.
Dramatic colours

Perfect reflections

Aditya enters

The world awaits

Stillness

Skies aflame

Two of a kind


It's getting warm now

A trip to Charminar.
Aditya's reflection - courtesy Anjali

Charminar on Bakrid
Mecca masjid

High Court

Hyderabad looks great at 6 a.m. Breakfast at Taj Mahal Abids. Morning well spent.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Lunch Box - Movie Review

Watched 'Lunch Box' finally at GVK One. It's a sweet, little movie based totally on the one almost impossible error that the famous dabbawalas might make - deliver the wrong dabba to the right person or is it the other way round. Anyway, the dabba made so lovingly by the bored and lovelorn wife to her rather busy and unappreciative husband finds the perfect target - a lonely widower who eats rather boring stuff made by a hotel everyday.

Between the two perfect strangers starts a relationship of give and take and they communicate through little chittis sent through the lunch box. How that little dalliance makes a big difference in their lives is what the lunch box is about or rather the catch line of the movie - kabhi kabhi galat train bhi sahi jagah pahuncha deti hain or something to that effect. (It is described as an epistolary romantic movie which means 'in the form of letters')

Finely written and executed - because there is little to play with save the dabbas and their reactions at either end. All the characters fit a purpose, serve a motive and there's not one inch more, perhaps less, because you do want to see some more. Like the expression on their faces. But I liked the path the relationship was taking and somehow you do know that it will remain within those limitations and not go into the realms of any great fantasies. Good humour too - subtle, underplayed and just right. Neat debut and great performances. How would I like it if I watched it another time? Hmm. That might be interesting. I would certainly not mind that. Will I forget Lunch Box and its theme? Never. It's actors. Not likely. Their names. Not likely. All the tests passed for a classic.

But frankly, in my three years at Bombay I somehow never paid attention to the dabbawalas and its wonderful to see their process shown so nicely, rain or shine. Wonder what happens if someone does not get the much awaited dabba one day? Can you imagine the anger and frustration? The dabbawalas do take a big risk. Well done Ritesh Batra. Good show Irrfan Khan, Nimrat Kaur, Nawazuddin Siddiqui.

At GVK One I paid 40 bucks for parking. Maybe I paid VAT, Service tax and what not. Why? Good question. How much do malls make in parking? Another good question. Why do we go to malls?

Qutub Shahi tombs - The Way Children See It

Anjli wanted to go see the Qutub Shahi tombs.

Manasi and Anjali already looking happy
So we took her along with her best friend Mansi. It's completely different when we have two six year old best friends.

It took all of seven minutes as they read this out
They got into a competition instantly at the very first tomb outside the area and started reading all the information given on the plaque as fast as they could.

Joy and freedom
Poignant thought
New wonders
Posing with some flowers the picked
Resting after a long run, jump, run routine
Coming back after inspecting Golconda in the background
Posing as guards
Once it was done they raced off inside. They'd dance a bit, run a bit, shot pictures of a squirrel eating corn, ran up and down the steps, jumped off a low railing and kept going round and round in circles until our heads started spinning.
Pic courtesy. Anjali Paruvu

Anjali also managed a superb shot of the sun setting behind the tombs. Much better effort than mine. Lots of chips and water and stuff that they sprayed about in the car and it was a day well worth for them. Onwards then.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

An Autobiography - My Story of My Experiments with Truth - M.K. Gandhi

I read the book many years ago, almost twenty years if I am not wrong, borrowed from Vardha. When I saw the book on Indialog's list I instantly asked them to send me a copy and at the first instance started reading it. Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi's autobiography gives a glimpse into the making of the man, his beliefs and his convictions, his experiments and his sacrifices. It is told in his voice, which is humble and full of wonder, curious and even self deprecating at times. The biggest events, his greatest triumphs are downplayed in a humble manner and he focuses more on his thought process and his actions as he searches for truth.
Indialog Publications, Rs. 150, 312 p

Born in Porbandar in Kathiawar, Mohandas was fourth among his father Karamchand Gandhi's progeny, having an older sister and two older brothers. His father Karamchand Gandhi was a Prime Minister at the Rajkot court and they did have a decent living. Mohandas was married off in a child marriage to Kasturba when they were 13 and 14 respectively. His childhood dalliances with smoking and meat eating, his Muslim friend who coaxed him into those habits, his mild straying from the path of truth and conviction that he chose later are well described. But then came his father's ill health, his own coming of age, the discovery of marital pleasures and his father's untimely death which changed his thinking. Upon taking the advice of his father's friend Gandhi left to England to be a barrister in law and it was here that the painfully shy young man started blossoming a bit.

His struggle with overcoming his shyness and his steadfastness in keeping the vow he made to his mother - to remain vegetarian, to not drink alcohol and to keep away from women - were tested, and led him into some awkward situations. But from these situations grew Gandhi. He joined a vegetarian club (where he attempted to speak but sat down before uttering a word - something he'd do many times in his early life), got himself fitted with English clothes, enrolled in French classes and even dancing classes - all so he would be accepted. After finishing his graduation he returned home when he found that his mother had died. Gandhi tried to practice law but could not, neither in Kathiwar nor Bombay, again due to his great shyness to speak and it was then that he got an opportunity to go to South Africa.

Nothing in Gandhi's life until then had indicated that he was destined for greatness. But in his first train journey in South Africa in 1893, Gandhi faced the severe oppression that Indians and other colored people were subject to. He was thrown out of the train at Pietermatizburg despite carrying a first class ticket. Adamant, he shivered in the cold all night, refusing to pick his bags that were thrown on the platform along with him and travelled first class the next day. Frail and fragile, shy and silent, but he was resilient and tough and never suffered injustice if he could help it. That incident changed him. He organised meetings of Indians and empowered them to ask for social justice. While at this he gained both the love and affection of the Indians and the British and even helped the British army in two wars with ambulance services just to prove to them that Indians were a courageous lot too. Gandhi had grown into a popular figure known for his fairness and his persistence, despite his mild mannered ways. He was seen as a man who would not give up. Gandhi started the Natal Indian Congress and opposed the bill that denied Indians and others a right to vote.

He got his family to South Africa and continued his work. Inspired by the works of Tolstoy and Ruskin, Gandhi started living a life of minimalism and started experimenting with his food, practices, medicines and lifestyle. He began the Tolstoy farm, used homeopathy and hydropathy to treat illnesses, had a system of taking baths, avoided milk and dairy products, subsisted on fruit and nuts. He believed in home education for his children and in offering his services, including scavenging services, for his guests. To show the importance of hygiene he would clean latrines by himself and slowly grew into an institution where he would stick by the truth and practice it in word and deed. His taking on the brahmacharya and his feelings of not being pure when thoughts of sex entered his mind sub consciously were of great worry and distress to him and he would purify himself with fasts. Gandhi experimented not only on his own body but was severe on his family and made them practice all that he believed, denying them medicines even when doctors recommended them, many times letting them lie on the deathbed almost. But they survived and increased his faith in his methods. Was he adamant - yes.

It was in South Africa that he fought for the rights of Indians. It was there that he and his small gang of people  on Tolstoy farm thought of the word satyagraha - as a means of expressing themselves non violently. Ahimsa to him was the way to reach love and salvation. In 1915 he returned to India, and was part of the Congress where he mingled with great leaders  such as Madan Mohan Malaviya, Lokmanya Tilak, Gokhale. Taking up the cause of the indigo farmers in Champaran in Bihar and in Kheda later on in 1918 gave an indication of things to come, just as he got his ideas of non-violent struggle adopted and accepted by the Congress. He led the Indian National Congress in 1920 and gave it a broad vision of erasing poverty, fighting for women's rights, religious amity, ending untouchability and of course freedom for India. The Dandi march of 1930 where he defied the salt tax and the Quit India movement of 1942 which earned him a time in jail were significant turns in India's struggle.

Gandhi had a great affinity for the Tamil and Telugu people with whom he worked in South Africa. From there he grew in stature, experimenting with himself on the side, with ahimsa and truth on the other, as he championed the cause of India's freedom with the British with whom he served in the War. His own life became minimalistic in terms of food, clothing and shelter, and he barely wore enough to cover himself. He started travelling in third class. His experiments with the charkha and khadi to promote self sustenance, as editor of the news magazine bring out the man behind the Gandhi we know and the fears and doubts he faced while making his own choices.

If there is one thing that comes across it is the power of being steadfast in the face of fear and doubt. An extremely shy man, Gandhi had nothing but the power of convictions that he drew from his mother, religious books and the books by Tolstoy and Ruskin. Once he found a way where violence can be replaced by ahimsa or non-violence and where the unceasing quest for truth will manifest in the right outcome, Gandhi stuck to his guns in all spheres of his life. He himself confesses that he is unreasonable but such ideas can only be implemented by a mad faith. If his people or followers moved away from the vow of ahimsa, Gandhi would fast and that act would bring the followers to tears and back on track again. His convictions however cost his family because he could never give them the education that he had the access to. Many of his thoughts and actions were born out of love and common sense, fairness and an understanding of life.

Another thing that strikes one is the commitment to a cause he has started. Without a second thought to his future, his career or his family, Gandhi would embark on long campaigns upon the mere request of the people. These campaigns would take years be it in South Africa or in Champaran and he would stay until the issue was resolved to satisfaction. He raised funds to finance these campaigns as he had a loyal band of friends in Mumbai who supported him generously. Gandhi always chose the opposite of what we practice today - he gave freely without asking for anything, sacrificed something to get something each time, always took a fair view of every situation and gave both parties something to take home, communicated articulately and voluminously, never tired of helping the poor and standing up for injustice. His views on women empowerment and the caste system are well known. In many ways his is a life that not everyone can live, and though a part of it had been thrust on him, Gandhi proved that by remaining committed to the truth, a fair outcome would emerge from any situation. However not many global leaders today who pay lip service to Gandhi have the conviction nor maturity to achieve what he did. It may not be far from the truth to say that we do not have anyone who remotely even comes close to practising a fraction of the legacy he left behind.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Deccan Trails - A Quick Fun Outing

"I want to go and stay in a tent and do some hiking," said Anjali a day before. Just as I was wondering where I could get a tent and a hiking experience for the young and enthusiastic hiker I got a call from Vasu that tentative plans were afoot to go to this interesting place called Deccan Trails near Vikarabad. A two hour drive at the max from Hyderabad, tents and hiking (or what would pass for as hiking for Anjali) and the likelihood of a new experience spent in the company of friends. Anjali was elated and packed everything she needed from the book for a hiking trip - boots, cap, binoculars, magnifying glass, back pack, trail mix and water and all else - the epitome of a hiker with her back pack on.
Tents on the hill top

Three cars then, Vasu, Geeta, Aditya and Ishan, Kiran, Anita, Shreya and Rohan, Koni and Sagarika, Ranjan and Ananya, Shobhs, Anjali and I. The news of cyclone Phailin apparently dampened the spirits of many campers and the place was near empty, Clouds looked ominous, a light rain threatened but we moved on. Get out of the city from the ORR near the APPA junction, head straight to Chevella, pass through to Manneguda, take left at Deccan agarbatti factory, take right on to mud road and lo behold, the trails await.
Smaller tents

Hiking

The cars are parked below in the flat space while the tents are on the small hillock at the top, a 15 minute climb. Nice, well appointed tents with in built loos, chairs to sit on and admire the view from what is probably the highest point there, absolute peace and quiet, a machaan to round things off. We checked in, sat on the machaan, went down for dinner, watched the millions of stars in the skies (ah how long has it been since we did anything like that) and finally crashed by 230.
Steep slope

Carrot fields forever

A climb

Rest

There was a trail walk at 630 next morning and we were all ready for that. Anjali was super excited at the experience and was all clad in her hiker gear. A two hour walk through dense undergrowth, small streams, fields of carrots and then we arrived back. Anjali did the 2 hour trip by herself, refusing even a small assistance of carrying her backpack, save for a 5 minute (she corrected me and said it was 2 minutes) when I carried the brave little, resilient soul. Breakfast and then on to activities!
Suspended
Father and daughter
Up and down

Rock climbing, flying fox, Burmah bridge and such other activities were on
Kiri the rock climbing champ

Mom and daughter
offer with trained personnel. Kiran easily climbed the rock, as did Aditya, Sagarika, Shreya and Vasu. Rohan did too. Anita went up most distance and Shobhs gamely tried it. Then we headed to the flying fox where everyone slid down a rope and I did too, when I heard that we were to go down anyway and it looked the easiest way down.

Suspension
Suspension

As I was sliding down I heard one of the 'activists' (the commando type chaps who help us with the activities tell another frightened soul "See even that sir is able to slide down." I could not go back up to throttle the chap so I slid down rapidly.
Kiran down after the climb
Vasu heading down
Youngsters resting
Aditya giving Anjali a piggy back ride

Back to the machaan, some more gay times, a fine lunch and we returned, tired and exhausted but surely, content.

Heading back

Good bye tent
 Fine place and well recommended. It has a website http://www.deccantrails.com