Minimalism- the way ahead!

Minimalism- the way ahead!

In a Sunday article, New York Times reporter Nick Bilton said he once asked Jobs, “So your kids must love the iPad?” Jobs responded, “They haven’t used it. We limit how much technology our kids use at home.”

“Back to basics”- an article in the Times truly impressed and inspired me. When business honchos are in a rat race to acquire property, costly possessions, be it smart phones, gadgets, luxury, we see other strata of society disowning this material wealth in order to ‘declutter’ them, avoid fuss and lead a simple life. Other celebrities in the league are Oprah Winfrey who auctioned her favourite possessions, the Twilight Saga star Robert Pattinson who doesn't own a house and our very own Siddharth Malhotra who cycles to work! Veteran Marathi actor Vijay Chavan is able to do all his work and adhere to commitments without a cell phone!

Well, as it is rightly said, “Nature gives enough to satisfy everyone’s needs and not everyone’s greed”, it’s time to draw the line. A social activist set example by collecting clothes, unwanted materials from those who had excess and distributed them to the poor and needy in a noble effort to ‘bridge the gap’. Filling your houses and lives with stuff also clusters your mind. It is a well known fact that the poor sleeps calmly, while the rich depend on sleeping pills worrying about the same assets he thought were ‘comfort’ and ‘luxury’. What an irony! Again the question of the century pops up- “Materialistic things are made for us or vice versa?”

One will agree life was much peaceful before the invention of electronic gadgets. At least we were not hooked to screens! We have also become more dependent- the calculations we did at the back of mind, today need electronic assistance, we don’t remember contact numbers because we have out sourced the memory job to our smart phones. We have gradually knowingly or unknowingly, drifted from the analytical and logical potential that is naturally gifted to us. If this continues and we tend to exploit more of the technological resources, I am afraid the little 10% of the brain that we use today too will soon be diminishing. Let not the creators of smart phones become ‘dumber’ and the latter ‘smarter’. Hence, wise parents have now resorted to schools without computers, where manual work is encouraged after knowing the consequences of excessive use of technology and mind you, these are from the Silicon Valley!

We can start with small steps to minimize the assistance of gadgets/ accessories. Allow yourself some break, stop by to ‘wait and watch’, feel the earth below, the swirling of trees, breeze, look above for the sky, may be count the stars and world will appear larger with new horizons and much peaceful! This also helps to connect with the inner self, which most of the time in the hustle of hectic routine is forgotten. Of course, we cannot break completely; we do need modern amenities, but let them be a ‘tool’ and not a ‘ruler’. Neither will one desire to go back to mundane, ‘black and white world’, but it’s important to restore the lost connect with nature and ultimately with self.

In our society, ‘status’ or ‘well being’ to put it subtly, is often judged by one’s possessions. In youngsters it’s almost ‘peer pressure’ to have the latest smart phone, outfits, branded accessories etc. When in reality they don’t help provide much satisfaction. The value of the thing after purchase is lost. It fascinates and the craving lasts only till it falls in your hands and gradually it doesn't seem to be ‘so exciting’ any more.

“Simple living and high thinking” is a mantra we have known from all time, and to cut the chaos and complexity in life, we should think of implementing it. The great Indian epic and philosophical guide Bhagavad Gita says to find eternal happiness and peace, one needs to look inside and not search for it outside.

Quotes Courtney Carver, author of Be More with Less, “The purpose of minimalism is to remove the things in your life that don’t serve you, so that you can make room for the things that do. When you eliminate the excess, you’ll gain more clarity about what you really need for a healthy, happy life.”

Sources used: Times Life

Trend or 'the end'?

Trend or ‘the end’?

‘Trends’ are something rightly and aptly associated with Gen Y. Something new is the market is followed, practiced or 'aped' and rule the roots; be it fashion, art, social networking practices etc. But when this turns into obsession, it can and has ruined lives. The desperation to get to the site to post a very exciting happening, or to try out something new when not eligible just because people are talking about it have become common practices among the youth. And the media has mocked it well with jokes of a boy running to his PC to update his status from 'single' to 'in a relationship' immediately after proposal, a woman clung to screen immediately after delivery to inform the world...lol! Where are we rushing and what for? This has certainly surpassed the purposes of mere entertainment, knowledge or building social circles and has given rise to 21^st century ugly heads like FOMO (Fear of missing out), SMAD (Social Media Anxiety Disorder), electronic aggression, peer pressure etc.

Got a new dress? Partying with friends, one for the DP, one for the family album or for ‘the ice bucket challenge’ and it goes click, click, click.. The ‘selfies’, ‘wefies’, ‘backfies’, (any more?) have engulfed the younger generation like never before! So much so is the obsession that it’s now proving fatal. It’s high time for parents to interrupt and pull the chords for it's better late than never. People are forgetting the 'real' world, lost in the enticing, ever hypnotizing virtual world around

. Sadly, it's a common sight to see a group of friends sitting together but glued to their screens, chatting with virtual friends! And if this continues, it won't be long when two people meet and one says, "Sorry I didn't recognize you?". The other replies with a look, "hey, you were chatting with me the other day on facebook!" Flabbergasted. "Really?" Thanks to Photoshop!...lol

On a more serious note, many shocking instances of taking selfies over perilous spots like over a train, near/ with fire etc. have been reported. The recent Nepal earthquake had people posing in front of dilapidated temples, probably to gain some likes on their facebook page, to make them ‘popular’! Another one had a student posting continuous updates after being shot even from the operation theatre! And yet another saddening incident was where a youth was filming his friend’s suicide! The story of a person capturing an accident, while he lay without help and that of an animal pulling another injured one to other side of the road for healing, do shake the human conscience. In today's 'instant' world, let us remind ourselves. What is important? Saving or reporting? 

Well Mark Zuckerberg, Kevin Systrom or Apple for that matter, wouldn't definitely have had such wild ideas when they built a platform to ‘share’. So next time when you try to overdo, ask yourself- “Who is the subject and who is the object?”

The big fat Indian wedding!

The big fat Indian wedding!

From glitters, pandals, decorations, set ups to expensive designer outfits- the bridal heavy lehengas, mehendi, haldi, jewellery, shagun ki thaali, invitation cards (mind it, it’s the most tedious job of distribution!) to sangeet, return gifts (Uff!) and of course the eater’s delight the wide spread variety of cuisines that ranges from chat, Chinese, Punjabi, desserts and mouth watering dishes are indeed an extravagant, flamboyant, ‘larger than life’ affairs, and why not for it’s one of the most special occasions in life!

So many dreams, planning from choosing the right saree to the matching jewellery, hair styles to venue to the meticulous details you need to be careful of! And how can you forget the band- baaja, tunes where all young and old dance their hearts out to the latest peppy beats, be it ‘kombdi palali’, ‘ata mazi satakli’ or ‘chikni chameli’ when there is no particular style, choreography, and that’s what we call ‘Ganpati dance’- just to shake a little and throw your limbs in air.

Well, when it’s an ‘Indian’ wedding, there ought to be a series of customs and rituals actually ‘social practices’ that one has to complete! Along with a fortune of expenses, there is an enormous exchange of gifts like sarees for ladies and towels, topi (the Gandhian cap) for the men. What I hate the most is to practice something for the sake of it. People don’t even use the materials as it’s purchased in bulk to be economically feasible and hence most of the times is of ordinary quality and price. Then raises a hustle- bustle between aunties to discuss the utmost unimportant thing in this world- about all those give- and- take gifts, discussing the ‘wholesale price’ and scrutinizing the texture of these materials. Really? Also, because it is not used it is circulated within and change many hands. (Many of those who have gone through this will agree ;)) And if someone gets a better piece of cloth there is a big sigh of disappointment. Then there are other formalities of hospitality, veneration and ‘looking after’ guests that we Indians give overt importance. That they didn’t treat us well, when in reality we know that the hosts have been pre-occupied with a dozen of people and activities around. Sometimes, we expect a lot beyond human capacity. Let me remind all those attention seekers of the phrase ‘No one is perfect!’ Some people just enjoy pointing flaws than seeing the larger picture.

What I actually want to point out is that we give too much importance to petty things and sideline the goodwill and overlook the amount of efforts one takes to make a marriage happen. Also, it’s high time we stop all the ‘aaher’ (exchange gifts) business. Well many mention ‘no gifts accepted, only blessings!’, but at the end, the same old adage applies- ‘Who will bell the cat?’ who will stop these unnecessary customs?

Another issue that peeves us (analytically reasonable audience) off is the fact that the wedding dominantly needs to be hosted (i.e. funded) by the bride’s parents. And if it’s not dowry, there are ornaments, utensils and house-hold commodities to be gifted as part of the ‘shaadi ka basta’. Common sense would tell you it’s illogical, especially when it is an equally important affair for both the bride and groom.

Well, after all, Indian weddings are great ‘get- togethers’, a splash of enjoyment, an occasion of celebration, a break from the rut of routine, freaking time with cousins, that joyful nudging of bhaiya-bhabhis, chacha chachis and yet new relationships! Let not petty issues overshadow the bigger picture, for the big fat Indian wedding is always a special memory captured in those video reels and big fat albums treasured forever!                                                                                               

INDIA challenged!

INDIA challenged!

There another girl cries again, pleading to stop her marriage, because she’s studying and had promised herself that she won’t get married until 18..but she fails to convince her parents and moves to the school headmaster. Another news that caught my eyes was ‘Babies for sale for Rs. 30,000/-‘. ‘Fair and beautiful girl child and the deal is fixed at Rs. 30,000/-‘claims the broker. As media tries to unveil this human trafficking racket, there are no records, nobody asks, how many children have gone from the home. It’s ‘pragmatic’ for some to put up baby girls and get remuneration for their needy family. When will the stake owners, ‘so called’ dominating sex representatives consider woman more than a piece of flesh!

“No girl world”, I read on the graffiti everyday as I make my way, to only reinforce the belief that sadly it’s so true in the Indian context. Why? Attitude! Yes, there’s one thing I learnt and agree from an encounter with an activist from an NGO, which works for the upliftment of children. He said no matter how much we try and struggle to improve the conditions in society, the thinking or attitude matters and rides one to one’s growth or downfall. And as my father always reminds us of the saying, “A man can change his life by merely changing his attitude!” But how long, I wish to question. An evolution or a revolution?

It’s painful and strikingly contradictory to see your PM signing nuclear deals with foreign ministers or launching a larger-than-life space missions to surpass the realms of the ever-known universe, when in some corner of the same world you live in, is a child crying for food, for shelter, for damn basics! A girl questioning her very existence, forget about the ‘extra care’ and tenderness, someone deprived of the rights of humanity!

67 years post independence, Mother India is ‘developing’. We need to face the truth that unless we address the issues of disparity, poverty, hit the roots that needs immediate attention, we shouldn't build castles in air as the dream of becoming a superpower is adjourned year after year!

I may sound so pessimistic, but as I ponder, this is the ‘real’ picture of the very India we live in and encounters we see day to day, and may be if you have not noticed, it’s only because you have got so used to the mundane sight- seeing the children begging that the system as a whole has simply got ‘immune’. But for those brave hearts who would like to shoulder the responsibility and ready to stain their hands for cleaning as Madhavan points in Rang de Basanti ‘Desh ki safai mein haat gande kaun kare?’-if you are one of those, WE can make a difference, yes we must start! Start joining bit by bit to bridge the gap between ‘poor’ and the ‘rich’, ‘need’ and ‘luxury’, ‘right’ and ‘demand’ and may be then, ultimately between ‘developing’ and ‘developed’!

Pk- an extract to learn

Pk..

An idea..unique..well portrayed.

We are so much a part of the community, we have become an integral part of it or vice versa.. So, we don’t find the practices weird, but for an outsider? Nothing less than a maze to reach God.. The more you try to find, the more confused you are! Different religions, different cultures, different trends, different Gods or One? But all preach the SAME!

Even if Jaggu doesn’t believe in the so-called, self-styled ‘Tapasvi’, unknowingly, he resides within her and that is why when Sarfaraz doesn’t turn up, she has no second thought and it’s confirmed for her that Tapasvi is right.. yes, there is a wrong number..may be in all of us..even if we don’t know, we follow it. And there is a very apt question; as posed towards the end- What is the right number? We want someone to rely on, a power greater than all, the ultimate one!

Pk makes it simple.. There are two gods- one that made us all and one made or presented by the religious managers; believe, follow which made you’ll. And maybe he is within..so stop finding him outside. And if he is within, we don’t need to prove him anything by torturing ourselves, getting in the loop of never- ending offerings- all kinds. A bhakti geet in Marathi reinforces this thought- “Kuthe shodhisi Rameshwar an kuthe shodhisi kashi, Hrudayatil bhagwant rahila hrudayatun upashi.”, meaning you go out in search of God, and in the entire process, the God within is starved.

And one thing is impeccably sure that once you remove the wrong number, everything will be clear (as it gets towards the end of the movie), as the fog of ignorance subsides you’ll be able to find God and may be yourself.  

Na Aana is Des meri laado

              Woman- a vivid creation of God. She symbolises beauty, care, affection and power. She can be described as the beauty of Menka or the aggressive avtaar of Lordess Durga. She can be the creator or the destructor. She can play multiple roles unlike anyone. What to say more? Many poets and writers have tried their best to describe this manifestation of God.
               But for some- it's just a body with no feelings or emotions. Something to suffice their needs! (Harsh to hear? but that is what is happening, isn't it?) Forget about giving her an elevated position in society, she is not even considered a human being. They marry her, to get a maid free of cost to do their household chores entire life. They marry her to get an uterus to keep the family's name persistent. And what about her identity? Her name is also changed according to some stupid rituals. Why? If you are very proud of your family name why she has to leave her's?
               Then dowry, traffiking- these inhuman crimes against women! If a woman lost her husband, she was made bald (purposely made ugly- looking) so that men don't get attracted towards her. But, if a man loses his wife, he can approach other woman in all dignity and set up his family happily. What can injustice be otherwise?
              Dowry- a culture which according to me means-'giving your daughter and money too!' Does it even make some sense? But we have to follow..just because the society (which is inherently made by people itself) says so. Sometimes, I wonder with what logic these rituals have been made and we as human beings (with brains and claiming to be the most intelligent animals on the planet) are not wise enough to decide what's right and what's insensible?
              Well, it doesn't end there. Traffiking- trade of girls. So wasn't I right in saying women are not considered as human beings, beacuse trade is made of things!
               You may say, sati and some practices are banished now. Yes they are, thanks to the reformers like Raja Ram Mohan Roy, Mahadev Ranade and the British Raj. I wish they were completely banished. A woman committed suicide after being harrassed by her in laws- is the news in 'today's' paper! Not even 13 and a girl was sold and re sold 4 times- was a news 3 days back. Why? because she was a source of income for her parents or current fiance.
               Female foeticide! still very much prevealent in many parts of India. How surprising is it? The one who gives birth to the society and to the world as a whole is dishonoured by the same society! The baby girl who is unwanted for the sake of a boy, is the source of birth. When will people understand this?
               I thought atleast after stringent laws and the worrying sex ratio in India, awareness will spread. But no, if girls are less, they will 'share' a woman. A culture openly practiced in some parts of the country! Alas! even after decades and while we live in the 21st century and talk about globalisation, women liberation and gender equality, the condition of women hasn't changed. From eve teasing to dowry deaths to molestation we hear and read it every day. What's more mocking about India is, the same place where Maa Durga is worshipped, women are disrespected.
               Women have been persecuted and exploited from ages immemorable and the same follows still.. Society has made womanhood a curse. Girls are taught to stay in bondages since childhood. And in this sick society, where predators are wild, they have to be intimidated and confined. No matter why people don't want girls. They are an added responsibility. A tiny tot may ask- why so many restictions on me? And a mother is left with saying- What to tell you my poor girl? You will not understand until an adult and when grown up, parents say- 'pata nahi itni badi kab ho gayi'. But in today's pathetic situation, a bud is also smashed before blossoming. It's heart wrenching to know these incidents occur and that too even before they gain their 'senses' or understanding. They cannot be human beings, neither can they be animals! When things go beyong limit, there is a revolution- we need one to curb this injustice, these malpractices and this violence. What needs to change to eliminate the root cause is the 'mindset' of people.
            Let girls live, 'live' in a true sense. I wait  for the day when discrimination won't exist, when a couple will pray for a baby girl as they do for a baby boy. When she will be able to live fearlessly. I wait for the day when no mother will say 'Na Aana is Des meri Laado'. (Laado- daughter in Rajasthani)


Note:
Na Aana is Des meri Laado- a TV serial that portrayed injustice against women.




                          

The power of hope

               Away from all worries, all tensions, the hectic schedule and all we know about the bad world, I was lifted to fairy land-one that resembled in Walt Disney’s animation .There was fog everywhere, all that I could see was white light scattered that reflected purity. It was a pleasant world-just as God had created for Adam and Eve. I wore a white robe very wavy and frilly as if I am a fairy! There was a soothing music that played in the background. As the music grew loud and intense, I could see myself climbing marble steps that illuminated as I put my foot on it. Everything was peaceful, pleasant as if watching with rose-tinted glasses!
               Suddenly I heard a loud cry-a cry that reflected pain, agony, tragedy to its fullest. I peeped down. I saw a blue globe and in one remote corner was a crying girl in tattered clothes. She was miserable! What could have happened that the child was so much in despair, I wondered. I turned around and what caught my eyes was something dreadful, unbelievable, my neck throttled, I couldn’t breathe and became numb. The Taj was on fire, burning to ruins. The massive emporium was burning like a piece of charcoal! “Who are you?” said the little girl in a stunning voice. I got back my conscious and controlled my overwhelming emotions. I turned back to the girl. Her innocent eyes had many questions that shimmered in her tears. “I am Hope” I said, trying to console her. (Hope-the word itself heals your heart, a silver lining in the dark cloud.)
                 I wanted to take the girl away from this misery as soon as possible. I took the girl in Enid Blyton’s magic chair and swooped through the clouds of smoke. As we rose higher and higher, situation turned much better and pleasant. Her tears wore out and she flashed a million dollar smile. Truly, I don’t think happiness could be better defined otherwise. Suddenly I received a jerk. The chair started fluctuating as if we had been struck by an earthquake. The wings of the flying chair grew weak and its feathers started shattering. I held the girl tight. I tried all my magical powers to the ultimate extent but the condition was uncontrollable that worsened with every passing second. We didn’t want to go back to miseries. I was feeling helpless, anxious, didn’t know what to do. On the contrary, the little girl was calm, quite. I couldn’t understand how the tiny tot would be facing this trauma. Understanding my curiosity, she held my hand and said,” I don’t need to get afraid or worried because I have nothing, but ‘Hope’-a hope that everything will be fine!”