Thursday, February 18, 2010

THERE IS NOT TO REASON WHY, THERE IS BUT TO DO OR DIE

History is a fitting testimony to the fact that “Freedom” if anything is Evanescent. And “eternal vigilance” is the price of ensuring that we do not loose this freedom. Freedom is not something we inherit in our bloodstream. Every generation has to fight for it and cherish it. The price is not as painful as the pain of regret.
We have been growing far too cynical about the State of Affairs in India. And nowhere else is this cynicism more profound than in the minds of the most treasured asset for any nation, its Youth. Common friends, lets stand up! This attitude of indifference and callousness will only further paralyze our democracy and its institutions.
The tigers (and its our national animal) have been declining in Numbers. Some species of Tigers in Some parts of the world have already turned extinct. I cannot live to see such a thing happening in India. Let us write about it, let us ask some embarrassing questions, let us invoke the weapon of Right to Information Act, let us unsettle the administration which has been observing all this with practical impunity, let us do whatever we can, let us do something. All this may sound rhetorical. I would not have cared two hoots to write this piece but for my conviction in the youth of this country.
With 240 million people still living Below the poverty line, India houses the second highest number of AIDS patients (second only to South Africa), we have the largest number of public servants but the lowest quantum of public service, we have the fastest growing population and as I complete this piece another 4000-5000 people would be added to the population, we have 15% of the world population but just 1.5% of the worlds income, the best contraceptive to control population is education and we still have 37% illiterate citizenry, we keep tackling fifty year old problems with five year plans, staffed by two year officials with one year appropriation, fondly hoping that the laws of economics will be suspended because we are Indians; we have still not understood how fundamental it is to invest in human resources.
Sixty years of parliamentary democracy has only tellingly typified that glib promises and lofty electioneering can convince the electorate more than merit and intellect. A striking example could be Nani Palkhivala loosing a parliamentary seat to a candidate not even close to the degree of vision, caliber, intellect and character Palkhivala possessed. The result was that our parliament was deprived of services of a nation builder.
That brings us to the fact that no other office in a democracy is as important as the office of a citizen. Montesquieu, the French political scientist, who gave us the theory of separation of powers, went to the extent of saying that, “the tyranny of a prince in an oligarchy is not as dangerous as the apathy of a citizen in a democracy. 60 years after independence and still much has not changed. Why do we still spit and smoke at public places? Why do we invariably lend up spoiling the seat every time we board a bus? Why do we derive sadistic pleasure in breaking traffic rules? Why, inspite of being let down a hundred times, we still elect the same ‘quality starved’ people to rule us? Why do we still encroach upon property which is not ours? Why do we still try to find ways and means to avoid any tax? The answer to these questions is but simple. Absence of Fidelity towards our nation. In more simplistic terms absence of fidelity towards our fellow citizens.
Nani Palkhivala in his book “We the People”, has inscribed the following dedication. . .
To my country men,
Who gave unto themselves the constitution but not the ability to keep it,
Who inherited a resplendent heritage, but not the wisdom to cherish it,
Who suffer and endure in patience without the perception of their potential.

Democracy as we know, is not synonymous with liberty. It is not necessary that in every democratic nation liberty and freedom should thrive as a sine qua non. It is not necessary. In fact the happiest periods which civilized man has seen have been under benign and enlightened rulers not elected on the basis of Adult Franchise. Gibbon said that the happiest period of European History was the Age of Antonines which stated with Emperor Nerva who came to power in 96 A.D. and ended with the death of Marcus Aurelius in 180 AD. That was the age when Pax romana brooded over the earth. In that era, the crown was not inherited, but the king would adopt as his son, the wisest and the most dedicated man he would find in his Kingdom and nominate and train him as successor to the throne. Thus monarchy went by merit. Marcus Aurelius failed to nominate his successor and his son who came after him ended the age of happiness. It is doubted whether democratic India will ever know the happiness which people enjoyed under great rulers like Emperor Ashoka or King Janaka.
But despite its shortcomings democracy still continues to be the least unsatisfactory of all other forms of government. We would thus be advised to count our blessings in a democracy rather than be frustrated by its distressingly dark side. . . As someone said,
Though outwardly a gloomy shroud,
The inside half of every cloud
Is bright and shining,
I therefore turn my clouds about
And always wear them inside out
To show the lining
.”
Today, the country finds itself in state of moral vacuum. Bold surgery is needed to treat the diseased heart of a nation which was once great.
We have survived last 60 and there is no reason why we cannot duplicate and triplicate that figure. What makes India survive is the way we are brought up from our childhood. The moral force we get from spirituality, from the Mahabharata and Ramayana, from biblical injunctions and quaranic couplets. . . Things which keep us united amidst disunity are surprisingly our cricket, our films, our markets and our democratic plural ethos resonating in the constitution. What we need is stability without stagnation and growth without a loss of moral values.
Let No problem, no catastrophe be big to break the spirit of India. And let that Spirit be seen and be transformed into some kind of action. Lord Byron couldn’t have been more appropriate when he said,
A Thousand years scarce serves to form a State,
An Hour may lay it in dust

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Don’t Worry, You'll Get Used to . . .

This month saw me change my workplace. The switch has been recent and no, this piece is not a comparative analysis of one workplace with the other. It's time a twenty three year old man (at which age the society deems sensibility, logic & maturity in your choice of a career but reacts aghast at choice of your life partner) appreciates the fact that workplaces differ and complaining, whining and pining makes no sense. And like all stereotype twenty three year olds I have accepted this ultimate reality and carried on with my life.
Well, since the last few days I have been interrogated with one question and thereafter presented with one piece of advise by every person who has been privy to my changing my work place. The question is the customary, "How do you find the New place", to which my typical answer is, "its different from the last one". As soon as I have answered that question quick follows the piece of Advise, "Don't worry, in due time You will get used to it" accompanied by a comforting smile.
While I am thankful to all those who made me compose myself I must admit that the first few times I did not even make a mental note of the advise. But as I kept hearing the same thing from every single person, I gave it more reflection than I believed it deserved. And the more I reflected upon it the more I realized that these words spring out from the Societal propensity to abhor moving out of comfort zones and to do things repeatedly hoping that someday we would feel comfortable doing them just because we have been doing them over a period of time.
Is this not what most of us make of their lives? Make a career decision at the age of eighteen or nineteen or even earlier and then spend a lifetime trying to get used to the decision, choosing a life-partner and trying to get used to spend a lifetime with her/him, and then pass on the 'getting used to' philosophy to our kids. When shall we all begin loving things that we do and not taking them for granted? When shall we venture out to do things because we love doing them? When will someone ask me if I am loving my new workplace or my new city or my new profession?
After all the one who said, "Blessed is the man who has found his work in play, let him ask for no other blessedness" was not entirely wrong. In fact he was very careful to say "his Work". Mark Twain said "What work I have done I have done because it has been play. If it had been work I shouldn't have done it. Who was it who said, "Blessed is the man who has found his work"? Whoever it was he had the right idea in his mind. Mark you, he says his work--not somebody else's work. The work that is really a man's own work is play and not work at all. Cursed is the man who has found some other man's work and cannot lose it. When we talk about the great workers of the world we really mean the great players of the world. The fellows who groan and sweat under the weary load of toil that they bear never can hope to do anything great. How can they when their souls are in a ferment of revolt against the employment of their hands and brains? The product of slavery, intellectual or physical, can never be great."
I don’t think the one who loves his work will ever do it to get used to doing it. All that getting used to doing does, is to suppress the desire to love your work and replace it with an involuntary drive to do it.

Monday, February 1, 2010

With a lot of Thought on Which is the one piece of Poetry I'd love to have on my Blog I ultimately zeroed down on Theodore Tilton's, "Even This Shall Pass Away". With a powerful message, this poem has always inspired me and every time I read it I seem to like it more and more. If 'Prices' are an exception to the Law of Gravitation as they never seem to come down; this Poem is undoubtedly an exception to the Law of Diminishing Marginal Utility. The More you read it the more you want to read the more of it. Enjoy Reading and Re-reading!


EVEN THIS SHASLL PASS AWAY


ONCE in Persia ruled a king

Who upon his signet ring

’Graved a motto true and wise,

Which, when held before his eyes,

Gave him counsel at a glance

Fit for any change or chance

Solemn words, and these were they:

“Even this shall pass away.”

Trains of camel through the sand

Brought him gems from Samarkand;

Fleets of galleys through the seas

Brought him pearls to rival these.

Yet he counted not his gain

Treasures of the mine or main.

“Wealth may come, but not to stay;

Even this shall pass away.”


’Mid the revels of his court,

An the zenith of his sport,

When the palms of all his guests,

Burned with clapping at his jests,

He, amid his figs and wine,

Cried: “Oh, loving friends of mine,

Pleasure comes, but not to stay —

Even this shall pass away.”


Lady, fairest ever seen,

Was the bride he crowned his queen.

Pillowed on his marriage bed

Softly to his soul he said:

“Though no bridegroom ever pressed

Fairer bosom to his breast,

Mortal flesh must come to clay —

Even this shall pass away.”


Fighting in a furious field,

Once a javelin pierced his shield,

Soldiers with a loud lament

Bore him bleeding to his tent.

Groaning, from his wounded side,

“Pain is hard to bear,” he cried.

“But, with patience, day by day,

Even this shall pass away.”


Towering in the public square,

Twenty cubits in the air,

Rose his status grand in stone;

And the king, disguised, unknown,

Gazing on his sculptured name,

Asked himself: “And what is fame?

Fame is but a slow decay —

Even this shall pass away.”


Struck with palsy, oand old,

Standing at the gates of gold,

Spake him this, in dying breath:

“Life is done, and what is death?”

Then, in answer to the king,

Fell a sunbeam on the ring,

Answering, with its heavenly ray:

“Even death shall pass away.”