Friday, April 28, 2017

The Cobra Effect

The cobra effect
There were too many cobras in Delhi during colonial India. A cash bounty was offered for every cobra  skin.  It started cobra farming to claim the bounty. When it was withdrawn, cobra farmers set their snakes free.
As Mark Twain said, "the best way to increase wolves in America, rabbits in Australia and snakes in India is to pay a bounty on their scalps "

The least number of FIRs in a Thana area were rewarded for improved law and order situation. So the policemen refused to register the FIRs  and thus claimed the reward.

Management wanted to improve productivity and introduced free breakfast so that workers would come on time. They did come on time but productivity declined.

Free lunch improved attendances in schools but the staff turned into babysitters. Nearby residents in jhuggi clusters sent their children. It served them well, free lunch and free babysitting.

People are smarter than the policy makers think.



Saturday, April 22, 2017

Time to say goodbye

This kid of four asks his grandpa - stop worrying that old people were not always old. 

Geandpa- I was not akways old. I used to be young just like you and someday you too will become old man like me. 

Geandson -good, we can share clothes then. 

As a child it never came to our mind that someday we will also become old and die like people around us. 

Point is at what age do we realise that someday we will also become old and die. 
Prince Siddharth realised it at the age of 25 or so by which time he had  wife and a son named Rahul. 

Many took to Sanyasa at very young age. Many  took to renunciation very late in life. A great majority do not think on this line till their retirement from  active life. A few are ever too young  and never think that they are old and shall die one day, not at least in the open. They keep a brave face till the end.
The 
Our scriptures have divided life in four
Ashramas-  Brahmcharya (syudent), Grihastha (householder),  Vanprastha(retired)and Sanyasa ( renunciation)  from birth to 25 years, 26 to 50 years, 51 to 75 years and after 75 years respectively. That was then. Considering time needed for employable education, late marriages, late children and late freedom from family obligations, suitable amendments may be in order. That will leave less or no years for Sanyasa but can't be helped.

When is time to say goodbye to childhood (some people never grow),  goodbye to adulthood (some get old too early in life because of responsibilitues), goodbye to old age (which is also called - return of childhood and as Gulzar says -take my childhood but not my childishness) and goodbye to life which in any case is not in our hands?????


Saturday, April 8, 2017

Religiously Yours

Religiously yours 

It is rare that I attend any religious gathering that goes by the name of Satsang. And I will tell you why. It is not to do with the huge crowd or the distance between me and the  Godman. It is not to do with the chadhawa (donation) they expect. 

I have my fair share of Satsang at home or in the homes of friends and relatives when Santhi Path or Satyanarayan Katha is organised. We still invite the Pujariji though there is the option   of playing a CD. 

Here is how it goes. The Pujari keeps himself busy performing the rituals and chanting slokas from the scriptures that are badly pronounced. Then he goes with the ritual of  narrating stories. All this time while I  keep mumbling with him or trying to be attentive, but my mind keeps wavering to and fro like the pending work to be attended, calls to be made, who is doing what and so on. I try to justify this wavering by convincing myself that there is nothing new, same stories that get repeated on every such occasion. The worse is when we are told if we do not do this or that we will be punished.

After the Puja is over, the eagerness to fill the food plates before others do it, the meaningless  words of praise of each others' presence, complimenting each other on the fine clothing and accessories, jewllerie, and finally saying good bye not forgetting to appreciate Pujariji in person for his wonderful recitation of slokas and conducting puja. 

The large gathering are more complicated. Preparations have to be made to reach in time, occupy seats close  to the Dias. Then the rush to grab the prasadam. Lots of distractions. And not forgetting the hassle of returning home. All this and the wavering mind makes it an exercise into futility. I would still take the risk but I know I  will not put into practice what was preached. No one will. Not even the preacher. What is the use if we have to behave the way we are. 

My doubts are further get strong by the fact that nothing much has changed because of and in spite of the past and present preachers. On the contrary, human values have gone down. 

This has been confirmed by the heads of Gita Press at Gorakhpur, home of UP CM Yogi,  publishing religious books for the last 90 years, that includes multilingual Kalyan Magazine.
  

Monday, April 3, 2017

Man descended from monkeys

All men descended from monkeys.

I am not saying it. It was told by Charles Darwin(1809-1882) long long back in his "On the Origin of Species". To be honest I have not read it. Any bulky book except Ramayana and Mahabharata scares me.

I am sure he must have mentioned somewhere in the book that though intellegent,  monkeys are  imitative. Remember the story of handing over shaving razor to the monkey? Imitating  is aping and monkeys are apes for good.

During the process of evolution, men learnt a lot including  walking on two feet with straight back but somehow remained embedded in aping that is imitating.

If we look around us, we find this nature of our imitative culture everywhere. Our way of living, way of thinking and even the way we want to die-all are influenced by what others do, not what is good for us. Since we are litter better off than our ancestors, we do it on larger scale - Larger bungalows, larger cars, larger wedding pandals, larger gatherings. You know what I am saying.

The lively example is found in political rallies. The loud echo  of Jindabad! or Murdabad! we here on the streets is the fine example of our imitative nature. The slogan mongers do not even know what it means or why it is being done. They have been asked to imitate the voice of the leaders. I asked one such fellow and his answer was 'who cares' ?. True, who cares.



पेट से दिल तक

सदियों पुरानी कहावत - पेट से दिल तक

पुरानी कहावत है कि मर्द के दिल तक जाने का रास्ता उसके पेट से होकर जाता है। मर्द के ही क्यों ? किसी के भी दिल तक जाने का रास्ता उसके पेट से ही होकर जाता है। ज़रूरत है खाना भरपेट हो और स्वादिष्ट हो तो क्या कहने। आदमी को पालतू बनने मे कितनी देर लगती है। अगर इससे भी काम न बने तो डर पैदा करो।

सबसे सामान्य पालतू जानवर कुत्ता है। पहले जंगलों मे रहता था । पेट भरने के लिये शिकार करना पड़ता या फिर जूठनसे काम चलाना पड़ता। मेहनत रास नही आई तो बस्तियों मे डोलने लगा। आदमी को तो ग़ुलाम बनाने का शौक़ था ही। समझता था कि, हड्डी डाल दो, ग़ुलाम बन जायेगा। फिर चाहे कुछ भी करवा लो। इशारों पर नाचने लगेगा। डाँटने पर पूँछ हिलायेगा। अजनबियों पर गुर्रायेगा, भौंकेगा । घर का काम भी कर देगा । गेट पर जाकर पेपर ले आयेगा । बच्चों का मन बहला देगा, बेबी सेटिंग कर देगा। घर की चौकीदारी करेगा। मन, कर्म और बचन से आपका होकर रह जायेगा। बस मालिक दो वक़्त का खाना दे दो और बीच बीच मे थोड़ा सा पुचकार दो। न हो तो डरा दो।

अब घोड़े को ले लो। क्या कमी थी जंगल मे? मस्त ज़िंदगी, भरपूर घास । पर बहकावे मे आ गया । पहले कुछ ना नुकर की पर फिर मान गया। चनों का स्वाद जो ज़ुबान पर लग गया। ग़ुलाम बन कर रह गया। गाड़ी खींचता है, बोझा ढोता है। रेस मे मालिक को जिताता है । लड़ाई के मैदान मे करतब दिखाता है । सज धज कर मालिक की सवारी बनता है। कभी कभी बड़े बड़े साहब लोगों की शान भी बनता है। बस मालिक वही स्वादिष्ट चने डाल दो और थोड़ा सा सहला दो। न हो तो चाबुक तो है ही।

इसी तरह के बहुत सारे पालतू जानदार हैं। यहाँ तक कि शेर और हाथी भी। सब मे एक बात समान है। उनसे बफादारी की उम्मीद तभी की जा सकती है जब तक उनके पेट की ज़िम्मेदारी आपकी है। दूसरे माने मे उनके दिल तक जाने का रास्ता उनके पेट से होकर जाता है । एक बार पकड़ मे आ गये तो डंडा ही काफ़ी है। उपरोक्त कहावत यही साबित करती है।

इंसान भी पहले जंगलों मे ही रहता था। शिकार करके अपना और परिवार का पेट पालता। फिर खेती करना सीखा। पर दाँव कुछ ऐसा पड़ा कि किसान से बँधवा मज़दूर या  मिल मज़दूर बन गया। और एक दिन वह भी आया जब मज़दूर भी नही रहा, बेकार हो गया। ज़मीन तो पहले ही जा चुकी थी, अब चाकरी भी गई। जो चालाक थे मालिक बन गये बाकी मजबूर होकर उनके आश्रित हो गये। मलिकों को जानवरों को पालतू बनाने का अनुभव तो था ही। आदमी को पालतू बनाना कोई मुश्किल काम नही था। उनके सामने चारा डालता रहा और तालियाँ बजवाता रहा। बीच बीच मे डर तो है ही। पेट और डर के सामने किस की चलती है। इतना ध्यान ज़रूर रखा कि भरपेट खाना कभी मत दो, वरना अधिकार समझने लगेगा। आधा पेट आदमी ज़्यादा डरता है।

यह परंपरा चली आ रही है और चलती रहेगी। मालिक वादे तो बहुत करता है पर होता कुछ नही। बीच बीच मे स्वाद बदलने के लिये मीठे के रूप मे बीपीएल, मनरेगा, मुफ़्त का गैस का चूल्हा, टी वी, जैसी आइसक्रीम खिला देता है। आदमी सोचता है बस अच्छेदिन आने ही वाले हैं। दिल ही तो है, पसीज जाता है। मालिक के गुणगान करने लगता है। डरता है कुछ कहा तो यह भी नही मिलेगा।

सदियों की गुलामी आदत बन जाती है। पहले राजा रजवाड़ों के ग़ुलाम रहे, फिर मुग़लों के, फिर अंग्रेज़ों के और अब अपनो के। अपने इस लिये कि हमने ही उनको राजा चुना है। और चारा भी क्या था।

Friday, March 31, 2017

Omnipotent , omnipresent , omniscient , supreme.

Omnipotent, Omnipresent, Omniscient and Supreme.

I am the reason and the cause of your existence and your identity. Slightly wanky or blurred and you are done. You live with me and may die without me. You will need the blessings of my favors in every sphere of your life in this world and beyond. Your own children will suffer if you ignore me.

Forget about your bank accounts, property, land holdings and what have you without me. I can make or mar your very existence. I have been reason for the settlement of disputes in the court of modern Chitraguptas. I will be the witness and also the judge when your children claim you.

And don't ask me why? You created me, you trusted me, you used me and you forgot me. I can not forgive you for your indifference. You cannot hide under the pretext of changing times that has revolutionized the very concept of me. I was relevant, am relevant and will remain relevant. You cannot ignore me and play with those new toys you have bought from the fairy land of satellites. You could have and should have kept company with me.

Now, now, don't you cry like a spoilt brat. If the gate keeper is not allowing you to enter your own chamber and open the locker wherein you have hidden all your wealth without me, he is right. It is his job to stop you without proper identity.

Remember those days when you were a kid ! Remember those days your parents had only their thumbs to prove their identity! Remember those days when only a fistful of your race knew to draw lines instead of blackening their thumbs to prove their existence! I sent my messengers to spread this art of drawing the lines as proof of existence and you were one of the chosen.

Okay, okay, now stop it. I cannot bear it any more. Your indifference can not be the reason for my denying protection to you and to all you love. I am not that unkind. I give you another chance. Practice those simple lines I taught to draw when you were young. I assure you with dedication, practice and trust you will find me and then you will,be in a position to enter any door you want to. No gatekeeper will stop you.












Saturday, March 11, 2017

THE MATCH MAKER

THE MATCH MAKER

Jagari uncle used to smile mostly to himself. What that cute mysterious smile meant he only .knew. He was a man of few words. Jagari was no not his name, it was his profession by which he was known. Most people had forgotten his real name. Only a few of his contemporaries knew but they too never called him by that name.

Every village has a match maker who can be sought upon particularly in times of difficulty in finding no suitable match for a boy or a girls. He/ she will be handy and make a success story. Normally match making is a well oiled machinery in which the family Purohit or wife of the village barber called Nayin or friends, relatives and acquaintances play a very important role. Sometimes it is just between two families knowing each other for long. One such maker in the hills of Uttarakhand is the Jagariya.

Jagaria comes from the word Jagar which means awakening the gods and local deities from their dormant state to seeks favors and blessings. The jagaria on the beat of music and musical instruments like Hurka and Thali sings stories from Ramayana and Mahabharata. The Jagaria plays the Hurka and always has an assistant with him who plays on the Thali and joins him to sing in chores. They are called to perform Jagar by family in distress and help them come out of it through the Jagar singing that awakens the gods and local deities who bless the family and grants them the desired favors. Thus they keep visiting nearby villages and thus get acquainted with lot of families.

The Jagarias therefore established very personal bonds with such families. Since Jagar is the traditional form of worship, many family perform Jagar one time or the other. This furthers the influence of the Jagarias over such families. Since they travel to many village they have the information about the eligible boys and girls for marriages. This makes them the perfect match makers also.

Our jagaria uncle was one such match maker. Jagaria uncle was not the head Jagaria, he was the assistant of the head Jagaria who plays on the Thali. But in the village he was known as Jagaria. He had been instrumental in a few successful match making. He knew it well that people came to him only when they had exhausted all other options. There were and are boys and girls who for one reason or the other remain unmarried as if they were destined to have no partner in life. Such helpless individuals or families were his clients.

Jagaria uncle was a pillar of hope. He was a relentless seeker of suitable match and always kept his client updated on the progress. One such client was Tularam in our village. Tularam lost his parents early. He grew up under the shadow of his cousins and with the mercy of their parents. He was well built. This was probably the reason he was used as a coolie  for carrying heavy weights or as laborer for working in the fields. This justified his heavy food intake also. His good physique had deprived him of good brain. He had no thinking of his own and as such could be manipulated easily.

Well he was not a fool. What if he did not see the school door? As youth of 25, he was dreaming of having a wife and therefore children one day. He was sure his elder cousins would take care of that. He was not aware that it was and will never be in their agenda. Another five years passed and he was still bachelor. He meekly sounded his cousins many a times but they did nothing. It was not in their interest. Not only the share of Tularam's land was under their possession and cultivation but Tularam was an asset in many other ways. He would cultivate the land, do all hard work in return for food, shelter and discarded clothes. Not only this he worked as a security guard. He was their shield against any physical assault on them by any one in the village. Tularam was feared by all.

One day Tularam told his cousins that he wants to get settled in life, wants a wife and live separately for them. His cousins taunted him -"who will give their daughter to a fool like you?" . This was enough.

He secretly approached Jagari uncle. Jagari uncle saw a potential kill and had a long session with him on the dos and donts. He advised him to seek separation from his cousins and take possession of the land of his share as early as possible. Tularam embarked on the mission and told his cousins in no uncertain terms that he wanted division. The village Panchayat mediated and the land of his share was marked. The village Patwari - the government revenue officer, gave legal approval. Tularam now lived in a part of the house, had land in his name and was, in the eyes of uncle Jagari, a perfect eligible bridegroom.

Days passed into months and months into a decade. Tularam was still unmarried. Uncle Jagari had given him lot of hopes but for some unseen and unexplained reasons, the girls family retracted at the last  moment. Meantime uncle Jagari used him for all sundry field work in his farms in return for hopes and more hopes. Once or twice he took Tularam with him so that he could see the girl for himself. These were nights when Tularam's grew wings in his dreams.

He wanted to get angry with uncle Jagari but somehow controlled himself because uncle Jagari was his only hope. Finally, uncle Jagari was able to find a suitable match. The match a woman, girl, as he used to say was widow of 30 years. Tularam had no objection. Tularam brought that girl home one night. Within three days the woman left him. No one knows from where she came and to where she went.

Things were getting desperate for Tularam. He had put uncle Jagari on notice. Once again uncle Jagari found a match, a girl of 25, orphaned, blackish in complexion and not good looking, no guardians to name, living with a family as a domestic servant and most importantly willing to tie knot with anybody who could accept her as a wife. Tularam saw the girl and then and there itself the formality was completed in the presence of some villagers by the pandit.

Tularam was now married. They lived happily thereafter. He had one son and two daughters. He died after ten years of his marriage and his wife followed five years latter. His sons and daughters are happily settled in life.

Uncle Jagari is no more but his son has taken over his seat in the profession. Another match maker in the making.

Universal Language of Love and Hate.

Universal Language of Love and Hate. Sometimes, I wonder, why humans developed languages or even need them? If we look back, we will realize...