Ganeshotsav is finally here!!!

So it’s That time of the year again!!! The much awaited  Ganeshotsav  is here finally!! For me, it is a multi faceted enthusiasm, joy and celebration because of a number of reasons. First, we couldn’t celebrate Ganeshotsav last year because of a death in the family. It was probably the last year when I would be able to enjoy the ten days at home because this year, I had the joining date scheduled in June and it seemed I would have to miss Ganapati Bappa this year. But The Lord rescheduled just about everything for me and I am here in Nagpur, at home, having nothing to do but to enjoy the elevendays of Ganeshotsav (this year, Ganeshotsav is of 11 days!!! Yippeeeeee!!!)  Shree Ganesh being our  'Kuladaivat', Ganeshotsav is the primary celebration time. On the eve of Ganesh Chaturthi, I and my mother took centrestage for the decoration. Tejas the electrician and Tejas the co-decorator-in-chief coordinated with mummy the decorator-in-chief to form the three-tiered Puja Sthal in the drawing room that becomes the exclusive domain of Lord Ganesha every year. After that, Dad takes over as supreme-commander and I assume the role of Tejas the percussionist with the 'Taal' (these titles have been accorded over a long period of time and their history is a very complicated one so I’ll skip it for the time being!) Nothing is passed without his approval and fortunately this year, he passed everything without a single change much to our delight!! Ganeshotsav at my home is an experience not to be forgotten for the whole year and everything done during the whole span is done taking into account the morning and evening puja timings which are not subject to change under any circumstances. So there’s no partying, evening movie shows or the regular timepass with friends after 7 PM. The morning puja is done by dad and the evening  puja by me. For the ten or eleven day span of the festival, there is something happening almost every day. My uncle being a Sangeet Visharad, a bhajan program is a certainty at least once in the ten days and for the rest of the days, all the family friends give a yearly visit to our place. It is one of the things that I’m gonna miss badly when I leave Nagpur for the job and I intend to make it a point to ensure at least a 4-5 day visit to Nagpur during Ganeshotsav wherever I might be.

What do the movies teach you?

When you watch movies for the second time, you are familiar with the story line, the plot and the suspense. That's when the mind starts thinking about the lessons to be learned from the movies. When you pay attention, there are lots of lessons to be learned from the movies. One just needs to pay attention to what the director wants to convey. So let us start analyzing what the movies have to teach us by taking up the recent Will Smith starrer Hancock where Will Smith plays John Hancock (assumed name. Real name: No idea!!)

What does Hancock teach you?

1. All of us are born in pairs.

2. You are free to do whatever you want as long as you go solo.

3. While you are solo, you are as good as a superhero.

4. Once you find your “better half”, your powers start draining out.

5. Your “better half” or the proximity of your “better half” is the reason for the drain of your powers.

6. While you were solo, you could stop trains and take on machine gun bullets but now, a revolver is more than enough.

7. You don’t realize that you have lost your powers until it’s too late.

8. They don’t tell you the secrets until something drastic takes place.

9. The farther away you go from your “better half”, the faster you regain your lost powers.

10. While you are gone, they move on while you drink on.

A Tragedy

Perhaps the biggest tragedy of this article is that it is written in English. Now why is that a tragedy? It is because what we are about to consider here is the great Indian Culture and its present state, relevance and impact. A few days ago while we were on our way back home from Shegao, my kid cousin brother asked me to play the Hanuman VCD he had brought with him. It so happened that the CD had developed scratches and hung up mid-way creating tensions in the car (the source being my brother who was adamant that I start the CD at any cost and by any means). While I gave up that particular task as being an impossible one, I suddenly realized that he had come to know of the whole Indian mythology through the same medium viz animated movies, cartoon serials etc. While we got our knowledge from our grandparents and books, he was dependent on the TV and the borrowed creativity of a few individuals as well as a totally unreliable medium known as the Compact Disc. Why didn’t he read the literatures directly? Why couldn't he get the information from the same sources that we used? Has the age difference of 14 years completely overhauled the way we get to know our culture? Has the Golden period of India become restricted to these cheap media? Why do we no longer talk about the topics other than those provided by the so-called 24-hour-news-channels? Why does the discussion amongst friends not have topics like Shivchhatrapati or Rani Laxmibai or even Lord Ram? Why are we interested in the third marriage of the second step son of some long-forgotten bollywood heroine more than the myriad cultural nuances of our country? Why do we hesitate to reply strongly to a person when we know that he is wrong? Why are we drinking toilet cleaners like Pepsi and Coke when the list of home made refreshers is virtually unending? Why does the present generation need the international brands of toothpaste while others research on the Indian way of using a neem daatun?

This blog is being viewed most probably on a Windows based PC probably having the Microsoft Office 2007 package and still a select few know that the first code developed for Microsoft Word was developed in Pune by a company employing about 53 people ranging from the MD to the cleaning staff. Why have we started to under estimate the immense potential that lies hidden in our very own minds? When the British decided to take up India as its colony, they conducted a research and found out that the only effective way of establishing its superiority in India was to propagate that the English education system was better than the traditional Indian method. After 61 years, we still maintain the same philosophy!! No one wanted the traditional योग that originated in India. It took a person taking the Indian योग to the foreign countries, package it as YOGA and bring it back to its origin for the people to accept it!! Why have we started living in the make-believe worlds shown in the endlessly hysterical saas-bahu serials rather than discarding them totally and being happy in the life we had? Why does missing a single episode of these serials create atmospheres rivaling the world wars? Why do we let others decide how we are to lead our lives? Why do we let the salesmen on the TV make us believe that we were waiting with bated breath for a particular product which we never imagined and will probably never use it one month after purchasing it? Why? Were the so-called “modern and well equipped” gyms available to Lord Hanuman? For that matter, were they available to Indians before the British? In that case, were Indians never health cautious? There are stories of Indian pehelvaans beating the best built British personnel and yet the first thing that a boy does after his tenth exams is to join a gym! Ridiculous!

Traditional Indian medicine lists 1000 different ways of treating a human eye and its problems. Do you know the number of ways prescribed for the heart? Its zero. Indians never had any problems with the heart. They never had the terms blockages and heart attacks and heart failures and bypass surgeries and all the common words that we use these days. We abandon the Sanskrit, mother of all languages for a language called English that has almost no original words and relies on the words borrowed from other languages. We pull out the latest scientific calculators to add up five 2-digit numbers in a country that has had people capable of beating a supercomputer in calculating the 30th root of a 27 digit number just by using the traditional vedic mathematics skills. The other day, I watched a decades old (it was in black and white so you can imagine how old it was) program of Mr. P. L. Deshpande and had to change the channel thrice in half an hour to control my laughter and the aching sides. Why do we leave that quality for programs that feature stage managed actor audiences that laugh when a sign tells them to laugh?

If I go on listing the relevant points in one blog, perhaps I’ll never get the time to upload it! People!! Indians!! Wake up. Wake up to the knowledge that beckons you before you become incapable of handling it. Wake up to the Indian way of life. दोस्तों, हमारी जिंदगी अब एक ऐसे मोड़ पर है जहाँ हम अपने रास्ते ख़ुद चुनेंगे। हमें ये याद रखना है की हम कौन हैं। अगर अब हम नहीं जागे तो शायद कभी ना जाग पाएंगे। Friends, we are capable of creating wonders. We have the means. We have the brains. We are not dependant on anyone. We are to take charge. We; are the future.

The IPL Effect

A 44 day tournament rivaling the ICC Cricket word cup comes to an end with the so-called minnows Rajasthan rising from the ashes like a phoenix to take away the crown. Big names from various fields came to foray into a hitherto unknown form of cricket derived from the EPL with teams becoming business ventures and players becoming merchandise. Battle lines are redrawn with team mates becoming rivals and rivals becoming teammates. Cricketers don uniforms they never thought they would. A plethora of new activities like these were seen in the long span of the IPL. ICL, the so-called rebel group was washed away in an awe inspiring show of authority by the BCCI which chose to sideline the ICL rather than amalgamating it with the mainstream. While IPL turned out to be the stepping stone for many youngsters for the Indian Cricket team, ICL can virtually be said to be the padlock on those opting for the rebel group. Debates apart, there are certainly some very strong points, both positive as well as negative to be taken from the tournament. Firstly, the so-called big guns of Indian cricket were hardly able to make a mark in a format tailor made for them. With a very few exceptions, the senior pros failed miserably in delivering what was expected from them. Relying on foreign players to a troubling extent was seen from most of the teams. At the start of the tournament, the first few matches sealed the fate of a few teams while other teams witnessed a dramatic change as the tournament progressed. Kolkata, which looked like a formidable team and one of the frontrunners for the crown failed to deliver once players like McCullum returned home for national duties. Deccan Chargers, a team looking fabulous on paper failed to deliver right through the tournament. VVS Laxman, a player whom many labeled as a misfit for the 20-20 format took the opportunity to prove it right (!). Mumbai, starting on a low note and witnessing some ugly moments, rose up like anything and the final few matches that they lost could have gone anywhere. Bangalore. Well this was certainly a team that looked more like a test outfit rather than on 20-20 one. Sure they had the capacity of going great guns but alas, they never showed any desire to prove a point to the Doubting Thomases. In a format labeled as a batsman’s paradise, bowlers showcased the fact that no such thing exists anywhere and hard work always pays. The fact that the conversion rate of the free hits was minuscule itself proves the point. Yes, while we are at it, the much hyped free hit has failed to make a mark not only in the IPL but also in the one-day format. I wonder why the bowlers do not bowl every ball as if it were a free hit!

Perhaps the most important consequence of the IPL tournament is the fact that the bench strength of the national team has improved by leaps and bounds. Already 3-4 youngsters have been roped in for the national side and many more are ready and raring to go. A team having formidable and strong bench strength has the distinct advantage of the players in the playing eleven being aware of the fact that they are expendable, that their place in the side is not to be taken for granted, that there are many lined up to take their spot. This kind of healthy competition is what separates the winners from the posers. It was the key to the success of the once invincible team of Australia and it is the same factor that has played a critical role in the fact that the Indian team never reached that milestone in its totality. But that is perhaps history now that there is a horde waiting to pounce upon a vacant spot. Performance has suddenly returned to the top spot on the list of things you need to do to get a place in the national side. Maybe the tag of ‘Invincibles’ is just around the corner. Maybe…

The Ballad of an Indian Cricketer

If cricket is a religion and Sachin is God, then how can anyone criticize a God? If a player has the distinction of being the only player who has played in the 1980’s and is still playing with Godly form, why does everyone want his head whenever he scores less than a century? For a player of his caliber, who has survived nearly two generations of youngsters including one generation of youngsters who became seniors and eventually retired, Sachin has proved time and again that he is indeed The God.

When I look at what he has to go through, I think, no wonder it is next to impossible for me to perform as per the expectations of an Indian cricket fan. Whenever I perform well, the fan catapults me to the sky high levels of glory and a single below-par performance plunges me down the uncharted depths. Sometimes I think I am paid more than enough for the honour of playing for my country and at other times, I wonder if I am paid enough to survive the pressures of being an Indian cricketer. My teammates echo the same emotions. A batsman not scoring a century has committed a sin equivalent to a murder and a bowler not taking five wickets must be hanged then and there. Team India losing a match Is supposed to be illegal and a criminal offence. How can anyone possibly expect every member of the team to perform in every match? It must be remembered that it is only excellence that one can crave and try for. Perfection is God’s business. Soaring expectations of an Indian cricket fan are deadlier than the pace of a certain Bret Lee or the spin of a certain Muralitharan. Every time we win a match, our inbox is exploding with congratulatory messages and the same inbox is an overflowing heap of hate mail when we lose. That is the time we need our fans to stand by us and boost our morale so that we can come harder and stronger the next time. Instead, it is a gigantic wave of emotions waiting to rip us apart. We don’t lose matches because we want to. It is not possible for any team in the world in any sport across the ages to be on the winning side every time it plays.

What surprises me most is that this rage is limited only to the sport which is not even our national game. The fact that the Indian Hockey team failed to qualify for the Olympics is something we will forget as fast as we blink but the number of matches that the Indian cricket team lost is a figure that has been kept count of by generations together. We have never been a part of the football world cup whereas football is the most popular game in the world. When we win a major tournament, the roads in almost all the cities get choked and when we lose, we are terrified of venturing anywhere near our country. The same country that has produced us is raring to devour us whole. Maybe the media overhype is responsible for this but why does the media create a hype out of it? It is only because they get public support for that. If the fans decide not to take every loss as a crime, the media is smart enough to read the pulse of the fans and stop making a hype out of the losses. At the end of the day, it is a game. There has never been a team that has never been beaten and there can never be such a team. It is a mathematical certainty that has stood the test of time no matter what. The fan needs to be tolerant enough to take the losses in its stride. A mature fan is an asset to the team. A billion mature fans can take us to the dizzying heights of glory and maybe one day, together, we will blast away that mathematical certainty and become the all conquering team of the world!

What will you live for?

When we think of all the things that matter in life, we are generally focused on the things that are most relevant in the present context of things. The bike we own, the project at hand, the subject that we are studying… But is it all there is to life? There are a lot of things, apart from those relevant only to the present situations that we desire in life. Over time, this list gets prioritized and we tend to veer off in a particular direction. Then comes the phase of jobs and career and certain items from this list take a back seat. What are these things? Are these just the figments of youthful imagination and are they doomed to remain the fragments of a raw mind? Why is it that in spite of all factors there are a select number of items that bring up the top of the priority list? Why is it that these things keep on reminding you of that list? What are the things that you care about? What are the things you despise? What are the things you love? What are the things you’ll die for?

Is there anything that you’ll LIVE for? In this whole world, there are a few things that remain worth dying for and these things tend to break the shackles of time, location, caste, religion and all such factors that dictate what and how we think. I’ll fight for my friends. I’ll love to take a top-end fighter jet out in the skies for a spin. I’ll drool at the sight of a Ferrari or a Lamborghini and I would give almost anything to own a Lamborghini Gallardo but are these the things I’ll die for? I wouldn’t hesitate a moment to lay my life for my country. THAT’s something I’ll die for. But, what will it be for which I’ll live? Will it be a person? Will it be a material object? Is there something for which I’ll give Yama raj a run for his money? What about love? Will it be true love? Perhaps a thought, an idea, a way of life? Am I getting confused?

When you look at life, are we looking at the picture painted in front of us by others? Are we looking at life the way others expect us to? Or are we staunch enough to define what we stand for? Is our thinking style dictated by the world or do we define the world as we think? I wonder, is this the thing that you’ll live for? For the ideas that define you. For what you are? For the way you perceive things and the way you want them to be? Deep within us is the consciousness of what is right and what is not and in spite of all the battering from external sources we tend to know if we are right or wrong while doing any damn thing. What you live for should be this particular insight that survives the test of time, external influences and worldly beliefs that try to corrupt this insight. What you live for should be the freedom to know what is right and what is not by yourself rather than someone instructing you into thinking the other way round. There are many reasons for you to die. Only one for you to live. That one reason… is YOU.

Tejas thinks Teja types

So finally I am a part of the bloggers. This blog has officially entered the drafting stage on 3rd March 2008, 11:24PM. I am writing one article as a starter for things to come and to get the feel of a blog so here goes the first entry of The Tejas Zone.