Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Environment

This definitely isn’t a cry of a die-hard environmentalist. I am not going to point out to the alarming number of mature trees being felled year after year, thereby exposing Mother Earth in the most sorry state. It’s just another day called as the Environment Day celebrated (supposedly, though I doubt people are aware that 5th of June every year is coined thus) globally to create awareness about the environment; that reminded me of my environment. The lush greenery of your plush residential complex situated in an uptown area of the suburb is not the only thing that qualifies as environment. It’s surprising to see how the builder’s get away by instituting townships by clearing huge acres of forest land and compensating for the green cover by planting a few shrubs in the boulevard. Who really cares about the wild life that loses its habitat? Is there a need to wonder when one finds a cheetah in the middle of a highway or a snake crawling in your bathroom? Of course the cheetah isn’t directing the traffic! Where are these poor creatures supposed to go and dwell when their living places are wiped away mercilessly? Scores of environmentalists have expressed concern about the depleting green cover, the declining number of endangered species and they fear extinction of many of them very soon. Village Forest Committees are working with the Joint Forest Management agency to restore millions of hectares of the degraded forests. But our efforts are being out-paced by the rate of destruction of the environment. Our honorable environment Minister finds it unrealistic to get 33% of the country’s area under the green cover. Planting 2 crore saplings (government target) in a year and then further strengthening the Politico-Builder’s nexus can never really be a solution to our green problems (or green becoming grey problems)!
The problem with our country is that green means different to different people and हरी पत्ती still has an over-powering colour-based influence on the Indian mindset. People still fail to realize the true meaning of being in the civil society environment. It’s a lot beyond the trees and saplings; it extends to your behaviour and civic sense. If you don’t throw your bus ticket when you get off the bus, you are contributing to the environment by not littering. If you are using the public transport in the first place instead of your personal car, you are firstly doing more good to the road blocks and then to reducing green house gas emissions too! If you avoid getting printed slips of your ATM transactions and you work towards going the e-way, then you are preventing the cutting of trees by saving paper. If you switch off the lights and fans when not in use, you are conserving energy. If you redress a broken tap with urgency, you are valuing the resource of water. If you are not smoking in public, you are able love your lungs and be concerned about the air the others breathe too!
It’s fairly easy to love your environment. India is a beautiful country, landscaped very scenically and crafted with care. It deserves to be valued and nurtured and not be left in a state of neglect. Don’t dirty the beaches, don’t the paint the walls of ancient monuments in the colours of your jilted love, don’t spit on the road (it makes you look more detestable than anything else) If you can’t go on hunger strikes when government claims huge acres of land in the name of development, you need to realize that you can contribute by doing a few things right. It goes to the grass root you see, where every small step counts!

Saturday, April 30, 2011

जरा वेडे व्हा वेडे!

जरा वेडे व्हा वेडे! व्हा थोडे वेडे!
नेहमी काय शहाणपण दाखवत जगण्यात रस आहे?! फुलवेड्या माइंचे हे बोल, जणू काय जीवनाचे सर्वात मोठे गुपित किती सहज पणे सांगून जातात!
मोजून जेवायचे, नेमकेच बोलायचे, स्मित हसायचे..नेहेमीच काय असे करायचे? किती त्या ऊनाड मनाला डांबवून ठेवायचे? खरच त्याला एक दिवस तरी झोकून द्यायला हवे, असे वाटत नाही का आपल्याला? वाटते तर! कितीदा वाटते..पण नेहमीच तो ‘पण’ अगदी मांजरी सारखा आडवा येतो…आणि मग इच्छान वर कसा पाणी फिरते…रहता राहते ते कोमेजलेलं मन आणि हळव्या इच्छा…
पारवा खोली साफ करत होते..नव्या शहरात जायचे म्हटलं तर सामानाची यादी बनवणे गरजेचे असते…त्या आधी ते समान सापडणे अत्यावश्यक! पण या रोजच्या सामानात आठवणीने आठवणींचा एक गाठोडे आपण निश्चितच बंधतो…आवडते पुस्तक, रोजची लिहिलेली डायरी, मित्रांनी दिलेला बर्थडे गिफ्ट आणि काही खास फोटोस!

ड्रॉवर उघडताना तो अवजद झल्याचे मला जाणवले….बरीच वर्ष होती त्यात! कोपर्यात एक ड्रॉयिंग बुक मिळाले. उत्सुकतेने मी ते उघडले…प्रत्येक चित्र कानात एक हळूवार गोष्ट सांगून गेलं! बरेच चेहेरे परत आठवले, जे वेळ आणि स्म्रुतिबाहेर पडले होते…त्या सर्व चित्रात जणू बालपणातल्या मालिकेतील दडलेला एक भाग मला सापडला! मग वाटले की, इंजिनियरिंग च्या अवजद वजनाने हे मन गुदमरून तर नाही ना गेलं?..पण मग क्षणार्धात 4 सुवर्ण वर्षातील मनमोहक आठवणी डोळ्यासमोर नाचू लागल्या! जीवनातील छटा नि छटा दर्शवणार्या ह्या 4 वर्षात जणू पूर्ण आयुष्यच जगून काढलं मी! कधीतरी अगदी भरकटल्यासारख त्या मनाला स्वप्नांचे रथ दौडवायला मी परवांगी दिली, तर कधी कटाक्षाने विध्युत अभियांत्रिकी वाचायला लावली!

तेव्हा खर्या अर्थाने जाणवले की आयुष्य किती स्वप्नाळू आहे…जिवंतपणे जगण्यात खरी मजा आहे…
कधी जोरात गाणी लावून नाचून पहा, नाचणं सर्वांना जमतं…नेहेमीच काय आयुष्याच्या तालावर नाचायचं! कधीतरी लहरी धून वर नाचून पहा..सर्व निराशा , विचार काही वेळासाठी तरी निश्चितच गायब होतील…कधीतरी ऑफीस ची वाट चुका, समुद्र किनारी एकटेच भटका…बरेच दिवस भेटला नाहीत अश्या मित्र/मैत्रिणीला भेटा, बस ची वाट ना पाहता रस्ता पायी तुडवा…मोबाइल फोन बंद ठेवा!, तुम्हाला ते करणे जमू शकेल असे स्वतःलाच पटवून द्या!...दिलखुलास हसा, आनंद पसरवा, पथ्याचे जेवण टाळा, गरम गरम भजी चा स्वाद घ्या!…निदान एक दिवस तरी असे वागा, आयुष्याची 2 वर्ष नक्कीच वाढतील!
जरा वेडे व्हा वेडे! व्हा थोडे वेडे!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Wested musings…

That guitar appeals more than the sitar is not a new research finding, but the influence of the west in every walk of our life seems incredibly inexplicable.
Structured efforts of the mahapalika make sure that a record breaking FSI is granted to an upcoming mall in the western side of a city or suburb, while syndicates of immigrants assemble in the (east) to sell used clothes to give the area a semblance of dhobighat!

Right from thane east to bandra east, the substandardisation is rampant. Realty rates most certainly quantify this bias. A few good cities don’t have malls in their eastern regions. Not that it’s a benchmark for development, but the lackadaisical attitude endowed by bureaucracy gets onto my nerves. Historically too, ‘tadipaar’ areas have always belonged to eastern regions. Be it bus queues or skywalks, the east is either mismanaged or doesn’t have one. Water, electricity problems, developmental initiatives are tackled and implemented (respectively) in the west first. It’s even matter of pride if you stay in the west of a suburb.

At times I wonder whether the reason for moving into a live-in than bother with the same nut for 7 janams has its roots in the uncanny west-ed interest! If you notice, it has to be a ‘Westside’ that gives you a better range of formals! Incidentally, even the railway platforms begin their ascending order of numbering beginning with the west. Though east would alphabetically come before west, it is always west first; reminding me of the chivalrous stand to allow ladies first!
Crazy seems this fetish which takes you west-ward rather than forward!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Dreams

I woke up with a start,
To touch the dark,
Even a beacon of light seemed out of sight…

A thought so beautiful and a vision so bright,
Never did it allow me to sleep that night!

It catches me unawares,
At times when I blankly stare,
Rekindling my passion,
To reach for my worthy share…

The beautiful dream keeps me going,
Fighting the odds to clear my way,
I will reach it soon I firmly believe,
To be able to live my life my way!

Friday, January 14, 2011

Winds of Change

Rising and shining on all indices, India is proudly continuing its forward run to challenge any super power. Terms like GDP growth, interest rates and FDIs have been appearing in the most positive sense consistently over a period of last few months.

I don’t mean to paint a bleak picture out here, but is this growth favoring a majority of the Indian populace? The farmer still can’t get rid of the middle-men when it comes to selling his produce. The end consumer- the common man, hence bears the burden of rising food inflation. The average household is spending a significant proportion of its income in buying a perishable commodity like onions! Educational expenses are increasing and buying a 5*5sq. ft. balcony (though you can’t buy one) in Mumbai is also beyond the reach of (Soniya Gandhi’s) aam aadmi. The number of BPL families and the percentage of illiteracy is discomforting. What is India going to do with the largest workforce comprising people below 35years of age? Majority of them are not fit to cater to the needs of a constantly changing industry. Drop out rates at secondary school is an immediate cause of concern. The curriculum is unable to find practical applicability. Vocational training and higher education is marred by disproportionate reservation policies. So, a brain drain is inevitable and even justified to a certain extent. In this scenario, will scores of 30+ individuals prove to be a ‘force’ that can empower the nation in the truest sense?

A developmental project incurs colossal expenditure because getting clearances involves too much of pushing the (filled) envelope. Property rates are so high in Mumbai that getting a workplace for operations calls for investing a fortune. Though the realty rates in the city are comparable to those of the costliest cities of the world, the infrastructure is barely conforming to international standards.

The number of billionaires in the country is impressive. The problem with our economy is that only the rich get richer and the bottom of the pyramid remains untouched. The entire growth process is far from being holistic. What percentage of the population can actually gain from a rising sensex?
The health of the nation is miserable. Private spending on health in our country is starkly high. Super specialty hospitals cater to the urban patients. Healthcare facilities at affordable prices are not available in most rural India. Year after year, a significant percentage of Indian population is pushed into the gallows of poverty, thanks to illness and lack of affordable medical assistance.

These realities cannot be ignored. They seem to debilitate the very foundation of our growth story. How can India prosper when death knolls continue to ring in the regions of Vidarbha? Hope this New Year, we turn the page in every sense and the government brings in policies and initiatives that will grant our beloved nation, the glory its worthy of!
I now call upon, the winds of change…!!!

Monday, December 20, 2010

Breakaway…

She got into the car and instinctively pulled her seatbelt across. The driver didn’t need to be told which way to take. A certain hint of pride had appeared across her mother’s face when she realized that her daughter would be taking the chauffer driven company car to her workplace. It barely affected her state of mind today. As she gazed at the clear blue sky, she felt she had surpassed this emotion of vanity. Somewhere the void was filling her life with emptiness. She told her driver to take the wrong turn and asked him not to question anymore. Nonplussed, he turned for further directions, she didn’t know them either!
The car just moved swiftly…bypassing the jams and plying onto less treaded paths. It was 9:30am…
He was waiting for her car to arrive. She found it annoying to take the elevator with him; day after day…she took care to portray her discomfort, but in vain. It was past 10 now and he speed dialed her number. She disconnected the call. She did not want to go to office today and for once, she had decided to do what she wanted to. Casual leaves couldn’t be taken casually and planned leaves required too much contemplation. She barely found the HR policies worth adhering to…she was all set to defy them!

Retrospecting her past few days at work, she knew she had achieved all her targets and exceeded 2 of them. But she also knew that disregarding her boss’ call and bunking a meeting will erase her past glory. Yet, did she care much?! She now released her seatbelt, assuming that in a faraway land the traffic rules will be less stringent. She went ahead taking liberty to believe that they dint exist at all. It had been 3hrs and 28missed calls altogether! The driver was worried about a peak value of kilometers covered that would appear for this day in his daily log book. But he knew she would defend his stance. After all, she had been the kindest person he ever drove for. He could recount the times she packed him biryani to take home for his kids. She even bought Panchatantra tales for his daughter. Time and again she had convinced him of the power of education. He never did mind working overtime to make sure she reached home safely. But today her request was eerie; she had refused to relent even after 3.5hours of aimless driving.

Somewhere in the distance, the sound of lashing waves was deafening her silence. She rose to splash the water on her face and stood with her arms stretched open to welcome the sunshine. She could feel the sand move under her feet and how the world seemed like a bizarre breeze! Swept off her feet by the retreating waves, she struggled ahead to touch the sun. When she thought she was almost there, it hid behind the cloud of rain. She was laughing to herself as she got drenched in the showers. Like a child, she had build castles in the air and it hurt her when they fell apart. She laughed and cried at the same time. Strange was the ambivalence of time! The rain carried the tears off her cheeks and wiped them off to reveal a smile full of life.

She knew all this while, that something was missing…she had not found it yet. But a certain sense of fulfillment had stalled her search. She wondered about her magical yesterday. She pondered over the power of lashing waves in setting the pieces of her mind in place. She knew there lay a greater challenge in living life the monotonous way! This break had prepared her to take the realities of life headstrong. She set out the other day, took the elevator with him and was poised to take on her new set of targets. All she needed was to breakaway once to find the evasive exuberance within her!

Friday, November 12, 2010

A Pursuit…

Flitting past my shoulder, She turned around,
Escaped once again, as I mournfully frowned…

With a hint of disdain and a veil of pride,
She galloped away, surpassing my stride…

The fugitive playfully continued her run,
taking me through the clouds and sun.
The ravines so dark and the meadows so lush,
I followed her blinded by her rosy blush.

Wondering if ever She’ll take my hand,
and take me to a faraway land…
where no money nor time nor the shackles of the mind,
will define the boundless bliss of my life!

At once She stopped, lest I would whine,
Her cherubic face and the smile so divine!

“You have conquered the land and mine,
And proved yourself to be worthy, my Child!
I will bless you with me and solace so fine…”

A king I felt of the world far and wide,
now that my Happiness was by my side…

She rose to leave while I revelled by the night,
gripped by a fear as She went out of sight…

“There in the sylvan woods I see,
A weary soul reaching out for me,
I will ease him of his troubles so old,
and let him brace my gift of gold”.

Then I watched Her go away,
to begin my pursuit all over again!