Cerebrella Confusiformis

Cerebrella Confusiformis

Monday, September 6, 2010

Welcome to my new Blog site

After much deliberation and in a dazed and semi-sleepy condition, I have taken the 'leap of faith' and created my own Blog.  I have added all my earlier posts from Facebook for now.  I will try to keep both FB and the Blog updated with any new posts.

Share it, if you like any of the pieces of random ramblings that fill this blog.

P.S.: I have to thank my 'guru' Sidin 'Sunny' Vadukut, who has been inspirational in trying out my hand in writing.  I am an avid follower of his writing and has witnessed the way he has grown from Blogs to a full fledged writing and editing career.  Though, I have no intentions of following in his footsteps, I just want an outlet to express the thoughts that sometimes cram my limited cranial capacity.

Could this be a mere coincidence? - A few similarities from the Epics

Caution:  This post talks extensively about the Epics and the similarities amongst them.  If you do not like the epics or analysis, this post is best avoided.

In this post, I am trying to analyze if there could have been any exchange of stories amongst the ancient civilizations.  Some of the characters that we see in the epics are so similar that it has often made me wonder if it could be a mere coincidence.  I am trying to post my views to see if anyone else has had thoughts on parallel lines.  For the sake of length and patience of the reader, I am confining my discussion to a couple of characters only.

Karna and Moses:  First of all I am not sure if the Old Testament qualifies to be called an Epic, but I am sure that it is not literature.  The characters of Karna and Moses have very similar beginnings, especially the events immediately after their births (even Krishna's with some changes).  Both are born under trying circumstances to the mother.  While Moses' parents abandon him because of Herod's order to kill all newborns, Kunthi abandons Karna because of the stigma attached to an unwed mother.  Both are wrapped in the cloth in which they are delivered, put in a basket and floated down a river.  Both are re-discovered in their youth by their biological mothers. Both meet with God and while Moses follows God's command, Karna does not (though Krishna only advises him).

The similarities end just there.  While Moses is brought up as a Prince which he is not; Karna, though a prince is brought up as a charioteer. Moses' truth is discovered and he is banished from Egypt; while Karna is discovered during the tournament and made a King!!!  

Karna and Achilles:  Both Karna and Achilles are born to demigods - Karna born of Surya and Achilles born of Thetis.   Both are protected against death subject to certain conditions.  Both fail to heed the advise given and perish. Karna has his armor and ear rings that protect him but gives them both to Indra. Achilles is protected as long as he protects his heel, but never heeds the advise to wear extra protection.  Both succumb to fatal arrow shots - Karna to Arjuna and Achilles to Paris.  Both are stubborn and have strong principles. Both voluntarily sit out the major part of the wars that make them popular.  Karna voluntarily sits out for 10 days, unable to bear the taunts of Bhishma (who does it knowingly), and joins the war only after Bhishma's fall.  Achilles takes part in the initial campaign, but gets angered when Agememnon stealthily abducts Briesius - his prize and love interest.  He sits out the major portion of the war until Agememnon groans under the Trojan onslaught and finally sends Ulysses to pacify him and gives him back Briesius.  Both of them watch the war from the sidelines impatiently waiting to join in and once they do, wreck havoc on the enemy.

Though these two have so many similarities, the principle which drove them was completely different.  Karna was selfless and just wanted to pay his dues back to the faith that Dhuryodhana had in him.  Even after Krishna reveals his true identity (which Karna suspects all along and which is confirmed by Bhishma when he seeks his blessings before joining the war), he refuses the chance to become the King and fights the war purely to repay his gratitude to Dhuryodhana.  Achilles, on the other hand, is pre-warned that he will not return if he joins the war by his mother Thetis.  But still it is the personal glory of 'his name being alive for a thousand years' that propels him to participate in the war. 

Karna, Khumbakarna and Hector:  Not only do the names of the first two sound similar, but also their devotion to people who depend on them.  Both know fully well that they are fighting for an unjust cause, but still fight for the people (Dhuryodhana and Ravana) who patronize them.  Hector is in the same league.  He immediately realizes the consequences of Paris' folly in bringing Helen with them on their ship and actually turns the ship around to Sparta.  Then, he is unable to bear the grief of his brother and goes back to Troy.  At Troy, he counsels his father to return Helen with appropriate gifts, but Priam refuses to listen.  He knows fully well that Troy will fall and all its people are doomed, still he fights on for his King and motherland.  So much so that, Troy is invincible as long as he is in command.  He earns the personal enmity of Achilles by sheer accident - thinking Patroclus as Achilles and killing him.  His fight with Achilles draws a lot of parallels to the fight between Karna and Arjuna in The Mahabharata.  Both Karna and Hector know that they are the weaker ones, but still have the hopes of defeating the opponents with sheer skill and actually come close.  Both their opponents (Arjuna and Achilles) are saved by the Gods. 

Though Karna and Khumbakarna share the same principle, they have completely different ways of approaching the problem.  Karna actually feeds the frenzy by actively encouraging Dhuryodhana against the Pandavas.  But Khumbakarna, on the other hand, is very blunt with his brother in saying that 'what he has done is wrong' and pleads with him to return Sita and make peace.  When Ravana flatly refuses, Khumbakarna says " You are my brother and my King, so though I know what you have done is wrong, I will still fight for you till my last breath".  That one sentence elevates Khumbakarna from the character of a passive comedian to one of serious valor.  In that one sentence, he differentiates himself from Vibheeshana as well. And in that sense of immense love and devotion towards the brother and motherland, Khumbakarna and Hector are very similar.

These are some of the parallels in characters from the Epics that I could think of with my limited brain capacity.  I am sure that there are several other parallels - both in stories and characterizations. 

All this leads to the question - Could this be a mere coincidence?  We know for a fact that there was active trade and commerce between the ancient civilizations of the Indus valley, Mesapotamia, Egypt and Greece.  But could they have also shared literature and epics or at least some stories that inspired each other?

Could a face launch a thousand ships???

Helen of Troy (or Sparta) has always been a character surrounded by enigma.  Hers is touted to be the face that launched a thousand ships – the 10 year war between Greece and Troy based on her supposed abduction (elopement with) by Paris.

Many of the details we derive are contradictory.  The primary source for all the derivations is Homer’s ‘The Illiad’.   But ‘The Illiad’ only covers the last few weeks of the Trojan war from the demand to release Chrysues to the death of Patroclus and concentrates fully on the heroism of Achilles and the cunning of Ulysses.  Helen, is but a secondary character here who just started the whole war.

A note on The Illiad and The Odyssey :  Both were poems attributed to Homer who was supposedly blind by the time he wrote these epics.  These two are the only known epics apart from our very own Ramayana and Mahabharata - both of which are considerably older and more complex. While The Illiad talks about the Trojan war, The Odyssey talks about the 10 year long  travel adventures of Odysseus or Ulysses back to Ithaca from Troy after the war.  Many western scholars consider ‘Paradise Lost’ and ‘Paradise Regained’ of Milton as epics.  But purely from an age and the complexity of the story point of view, the western scholars are wrong.  So, that leaves only ‘The Illiad’ and ‘The Odyssey’ as western epics – both penned around the 8th Century BC. 

Hollywood did its own take on ‘The Illiad’ in the movie ‘Troy’.  Many of the depictions were accurate while the story in itself was decimated (Menelaus dying in the middle of the war rather than surviving the war and returning with Helen).  There were also some good dialogues in the movie like this one in the beginning between Menelaus and Hector – Paris.

1) “Let the Gods keep the wolves in their lairs and the women in our beds”!!! – What a comparison!?!?!

2) Ulysses to Achilles when he comes to invite him for the war – “ We play with the gifts that the Gods have given us – You have your sword and I have my words”

3) Ulysses to Achilles when the beach of Troy is taken – “ War is all about young men fighting and old men talking.  Ignore the politics.”

The story of Helen and the following events of the war as described in ‘The Illiad’ are very complex.  The Gods – including Zeus (the leader of Gods) and his consort Hera get actively involved in the war and take sides.  So are lesser Gods like Apollo, Aphrodite, Athena etc.  So the whole narrative becomes complex and intriguing as to why each God/Demigod supports that character. 

Helen, for her part, is the daughter of Zeus, but born to the King of Sparta.  When she becomes of marriageable age, there is a contest (swayamvaram?) and the King of Sparta is worried that there would be a huge fight for the winner against the losers.  Odysseus or Ulysses comes to the rescue of the King and agrees to a pact with all the suitors that they will abide by the choice of Helen.  Part of the agreement is that they will defend Helen against any abductor.  This forms the basis of all the Greek Kings agreeing to join the fight with Troy when Helen is supposedly abducted by Paris.  The other basis, is of course, Agememnon, the brother of Menelaus, who is the undisputed sovereign over all of Greece except the Mormidyns led by Achilles.  So, when he calls upon them, they have to fight for him.

Achilles, the principle character in ‘The Illiad’ is a human born to a demigod mother Thetis.  She refuses the advances of Zeus himself on the grounds that she was brought up by Hera and so technically is his daughter.  Thetis knows that Zeus would harm her son, Achilles and hence dips him head first in the river of ambrosia – Styx.  While doing this, she holds him by the heel and that part of his body does not get dipped.  That remains his only mortal part and he ultimately gets killed by an arrow shot by Paris to his heel. 

Having given a brief background,  the quintessential question is – Can a face launch a thousand ships?

The answer is as enigmatic as the question.  We see such similar instances throughout literature.  Some of the best examples from other classics are from Alexander Dumas’ works that include Milady de Winter from ‘The 3 Musketeers’ – the character which forms the basis for the character of Nandini in Kalki’s masterpiece ‘Ponniyin Selvan’.  A most beautiful and graceful lady who makes every man who approaches her to do her bidding – at the same time scheming the downfall of an empire.   Again, the entire plot of ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’ starts off with Dante’s friends scheming and preventing him from marrying Mercedes.  Mumtaj Mahal is another example.  Shah Jahan was supposed to have had a harem of more than 300 women, but his love for Mumtaj made him go to great lengths to build the Taj Mahal.  For 20 years, the people of the Mughal empire had to pay double taxes and labor endlessly to create a monument for a single woman! 

Back to ‘The Illiad’ – Helen’s story during and after the war is again controversial.  She was detested by all the Trojans for having brought the war upon them.  The only people in Troy who loved and supported her were Priam-the old King, Hector- his first son and Paris- his second son.  But as the war progresses, Helen slowly realizes her blunder and has more feelings for the heroic Hector than the weak Paris.

After the war, the most widely believed account is that she returned with Menelaus to Sparta and ruled with him well into old age.  Now, why would a man do that with a woman who supposedly eloped with a foreigner?  Or was her beauty so great, that he was ready to pardon her misdemeanor and accept her back as the Queen of Sparta?  

Well, that is a question even the Gods on Olympus could not have answered!!!

An Eulogy for my dying first wife!!!

She has been with me for the past 13 ½ years and now she is dying.  We have had a wonderful life together and she has been by my side most of the time, a pillar of support all these years.  We got married in Feb 1997 – she was a young and dusky beauty.  She was in fact of dual ethnicity - with both Indian and Japanese genes in her.  She came from a family of great pedigree but was still humble and caring.  She never demanded much from me and was always very satisfied with the basic requirements.  I loved her from the moment I set eyes on her.

Very soon into our marriage, we suffered a setback – an accident where she was injured more than me.  I carefully took care that her health was restored in full.  After that initial hiccup to our married life, it was a great partnership.  We traveled far and wide.  She was with me in all my outstation sojourns.  She was with me when we made crazy trips from Coimbatore to Erode to Ooty and back every month.  I used to sing for her and she used to like it because my 'out of sync' tunes could not be properly heard when traveling at 70 kms/hr.

She was with me throughout my trips across Chennai.  We explored many areas in and around Parry's Corner, George Town, North Madras, Anna Nagar, Adayar, Perungudi, Taramani etc. By this time, I had another wife (lets call her wifey) and the 3 of us used to go to office together.  While my newly wed wifey used to chatter with me, she used to be very calm and take care that we reached our respective offices and destinations safe and sound.  In fact, she approved my marriage with wifey wholeheartedly.  The three of us did some trips together to Vandalur Zoo and Muttukadu and though she used to accompany us, she used to leave us alone knowing that we might need the privacy.  She was very smart in knowing that she had the majority of private moments with me, and hence was very accommodative to my new fiancee.   I once lost her on the busy Mint street and then found her standing almost in tears in front of the Flower Bazaar Police Station.  It took me a whole hour to pacify and cajole her with a promise that it would never happen again.

But very soon, my field sales days were over and she could no longer be with me on those long private journeys.  She still was with me for the weekend getaways and I loved her with all my heart the same way I had loved her during our initial days of courtship.

Again, she came with me to Bangalore in 2006 and back to Chennai in 2008.  By this time, she was weak and falling sick very often.  The final clincher was the second accident we met with last year.  We hit a buffalo at the twilight hour and both of us were severely injured.  Both of us underwent surgeries and while I recovered, she started getting worse.  Today, I realized the extent of those injuries and realized that she will never recover from them due to her age.  She is already well past her prime and in fact is approaching an age of permanent retirement.  My only regret is that I will not be able to do her last rites.

Many of you might have guessed by now who my first wife is– yes, my motorcycle - Splendor.  I have called my bike as my first wife many times before and after my legal marriage with wifey (the mother of my son).  Though initially it was a shock, wifey finally had to agree that my bike was my first wife, since I used to spend more time with the bike than her – after all what else do you expect from a guy in field sales?  But over the past year, wifey has been saying that I have had a change of interests and my bike has become my second wife.  Wifey, of course being the humble person she is, always puts herself last on the list.  The first wife, according to her of late has been my office.  So, it is now official – I have a harem of 3 wives, of which the second is on her deathbed.

Though I also own a car now, I have never felt that connect with it, which I felt with my bike.  The short 15 km round trip to Ashok Nagar today,  proved once and for all that my bike is no longer able to take the strain.  With more than 1,07,500 km on her speedometer in the past 13.5 years, she deserves the retirement more than any other bike ever manufactured.  Her IEV has fallen to Rs. 4000 and the mechanic says that the engine needs to be re-bored again.  He is offering Rs. 6000 and I think it is a good price.  After all, I cannot even get the bike insured from next year, once she completes 15 years and also would need to go to the RTO for an FC.

Considering all these, with a heavy heart I decided to pen down this Eulogy to my bike who has been my constant companion through the years and shared many of my hardships, successes, desperation, anger, frustration and ecstasy.

I am not sure if I will ever replace my bike, since I have now moved onto four wheels.  But one thing is for sure, I can never forget the moments I had with it and to me always this will be ‘The Bike’. 

Thank you, my Lady for all the great moments, hard work and above all the companionship you have given me! Thank you.

The Holocaust and The Partition – Parallels in History

 Caution:
1)      This is a very very long post and needs a lot patience and will power to read through.
2)      This is a post about events in History; people who hate History are strongly advised to skip this post.
3)      This was supposed to be an Independence Day post, but because of the hectic schedule of yours truly this has been posted within the month of IDay.  The thought of the parallels came at midnight of 14/15th Aug while watching ‘Gandhi’ with my cousin in B’lore.
4)      Some of the descriptions, events and photos in this post are of a graphic nature.  Reader discretion is strongly advised before beginning to read the post.
5)      Some of you might question the order in which the title has been framed, it is in strict chronological order and is not indicative of the patriotism level of yours truly.

The 20th Century has been the bloodiest in recorded human history and the two World Wars together accounted for more human lives than all the wars put together in human history.  The two World Wars exacted such a heavy toll on all nations in terms of human lives, that it is amazing that just about 65 years after the end of the last WW the world’s population has touched new highs. 

One of the major differences of the WW I and II from the wars fought earlier was the heavy toll of civilian lives that were lost.  The advent of the air force and the aerial bombings during the fag end of WW I and throughout WWII and the use of nuclear weapons to end WWII were targeted at innocent civilian lives.

Apart from these WWs, there are two other major events that account for the maximum civilian casualties of the 20th Century and both these events happened very close to one another – one during WW II and the other just a couple of years after the end of WW II.  The first event was The Holocaust – the mass extermination of European Jews by the Nazis.  The second event was The Partition of India – and the resultant massacres, ethnic cleansing and mass migrations.

A) The Holocaust resulted in the slaughter of 6 million Jews in a methodical, well planned and executed operation.  Actually, the machinery was so well oiled and so well masked that many of the western nations did not realize the enormity of the massacres till they started marching into the Concentration camps at the end of the war in Europe.  There were many of these camps spread across Germany, Poland, Ukraine and Slovakia.  The most infamous of these were Auschwitz-Birkenau, Dachau, Theresienstadt, Sobibor (only camp to be dissolved due to a mass escape), Krakow-Placzow and Treblinka.  The Nazis were so fixated with what they called the ‘Final Solution’, that they marched the remaining Jews from one camp to another as these fell to either the Allied or Russian troops.

The modus operandi was typically this - when the Nazis occupied a territory, they would round up all the Jews into a small portion of a city called the ‘Ghetto’.  Warsaw, the Polish capital was the first and largest of the Ghettos.  Then these Ghettos were slowly liquidated by the movement of the people by train or trucks to the Concentration camps.  Once the Jews arrived at the Concentration camps, they were segregated based on age and physical fitness.  The weak, sick, old and children were immediately killed.  The people who were fit and agile were made to do all sorts of work with very poor food and unhygienic conditions.  The result was that out of every 100 people who were selected to work in a Concentration camp on the day of arrival, only 10 survived at the end of the first year.

Initially, the Nazis used firing squads to kill the Jews.  They would make them dig a big pit and opened fire with machine guns to kill them at the edge of the pit and push the bodies in.  An officer would go around and fire a single pistol shot into the head or neck of people who survive the machine guns.  The pits would be closed.  The only problem with this was that all these countries were cold and the bodies took ages to decompose with the risk of discovery always looming large.  The Nazis also tried Carbon monoxide poisoning by taking the Jews in trucks were the exhaust was diverted into the holding area of the truck.  But both these methods were messy and created a lot of problems.  Then the Nazi brilliance in science kicked in and they formulated a chemical Zyklon B.  The Nazis constructed special chambers that resembled huge bath areas with several shower heads.  The Jews were herded into these bath chambers after being undressed and shaved with the pretext of de-licing treatment and instead of water the shower heads spewed Zyklon B.  Once all the Jews were killed, the bodies were dumped into huge incinerators that burned the bodies to ashes and the ashes were spread across the landscape as fertilizer.

The Jews were made to handover all their belongings and undressed fully before being subjected to this brutal killing.  The gold was extracted even from the teeth of dead bodies by breaking the jaw.  The human hair that was derived from the shaving weighed in tons and sold off for making brushes.  Every facet of the operation was meticulously planned and executed (pun intended).  By the end of WW II, an estimated 6 million Jews were exterminated, with the entire Jewish population of countries like Germany, Poland and Slovakia decimated.  In addition to the mass killings, there were atrocities against women on a large scale.  The women were also made to fully undress in front of male guards and many of them were subject to rape before being killed.

The aftermath of this incident was the creation of the State of Israel in the same area of Zion – the Promised Land, which became the refuge of the remaining Jews and kick started the Middle East crisis that continues to this day.

B) The Partition of India was a haphazardly unplanned event that resulted in the migration of an estimated 14.5 million people with the death estimates ranging from 100,000 to 1 million people.  The British had encouraged the call for a Muslim nation when Jinnah proclaimed it in 1940 at the Lahore Conference.  It was mainly done as a continuation of the policy of ‘Divide and Rule’ and the British never thought that it would actually happen.  But as the call became more and more vociferous with the radical Hindu elements joining in, the British had a big mess on their hands.  The Cabinet Mission that visited India in 1945 recommended the Partition, but the work on dividing the great land mass was a daunting challenge.  The first challenge was that the area was not one homogenous territory, but split in two corners (today’s Pakistan and Bangladesh).  The next challenge was to share the resources and cities across the two countries to be formed.  While Mumbai was given to India, Karachi went to Pakistan, Lahore to Pakistan and Amritsar to India, Calcutta to India and Dhaka to E. Pakistan (Bangladesh).  The Radcliffe line was drawn within a very short time span without much consideration of what would be the consequences for the population.

The Indian Independence Act that was passed in July 1947 did not address this problem at all.  The result was that the two countries were given independence without a formal boundary.  The resources were split and shared that included the police, armed forces and civil service.  Passions were already high on account of the division of the country and it got fanned by the radical elements in both the Hindu and Muslim communities.  What resulted was a bloodbath of epic proportions.  As the human populace started migrating both ways at the two corners of the country, there were massacres and what would be called ethnic cleansing today.  The two worst affected regions were the Punjab on the west and Bengal on the East.  The Sikhs in W.Punjab (Pak) were targeted by Muslims and the Sikhs in E. Punjab (India) retaliated by cleansing Amritsar and Gujranwalla of the huge Muslim populations.  On the eastern front, the situation was no different with Kolkatta and Dhaka burning.  There were mass killings, rapes, gang rapes, killing of children and infants and organized massacres.  Militias roamed the streets every night and targeted areas zone by zone.

Added to all these massacres and killings was the actual problem of migration.  With no modern means of fast transport and no roads, people traveled either by train or ox-carts or on foot.  People died en route due to hunger and thirst.  Trains were filled to capacity and there were equal number of people inside the trains as on the outside- on the roof of the trains.  Both the new countries absolutely had no control over the actual migration or the law and order.  The estimated death toll had crossed the hundreds of thousands by now.  But the worst was yet to come.  The migrations happened in the middle of August and September – the months of monsoon fury in the subcontinent.  The refugees who settled into camps started dying of diseases of the monsoon like Cholera, Typhoid and Dysentery.  Average life expectancy in those days would have been very minimal indeed.  The total death toll is estimated from one lakh to a million lives.

The aftermath was the creation of two separate nations that are still at war with each other.  The passions run really high to this day in the Northern regions of India like the Punjab & Delhi and the Eastern regions like Bengal which bore the brunt of the effects of the Partition. 

Both these events occurred due to hatred and intolerance.  If the first was based on ethnicity, the second was based on religion.  Both resulted in massive loss of lives and changed the geopolitical landscape of the respective regions.  Both these events have never really died down.  Though time has healed many wounds, the Middle East crisis and the Indo-Pak enmity are still simmering to this day with occasional flare ups that result in more human lives being lost.  Even today, we see ethnic cleansing and killings on the basis of religion in Kosovo, Sudan, Bosnia, Serbia etc.  Will the human race ever learn from past mistakes?  NO.

P.S.: On hindsight decided not to add any photos as they were too graphic.

A Tale of two Cities

Caution:
1) Whenever I start with a caution, this might be a pretty long post. This might be biased. This might be of no interest to you.
2) Lots of people would want to argue with me on this post.
3) If you think Chennai is the “City of the World”, then ignore.

Planned a hectic weekend trip to B’lore for various reasons. The first was that we had an “offering” that was pending at a temple about 100 Kms from B’lore that was made when we were residents of the City. The second was to get away from the daily conundrum of office life and do something special over the weekend. The third and the most important was that the visit was to a City my wifey loved! (To this day, after almost 3 years, she still curses me only for bringing her back to Chennai-her home town, from B’lore).

This is not purely about my weekend trip, if it was, then it would have been titled differently. This is about the observations I made over the one and a half days of driving around B’lore and comparing it to Chennai.

We took the Saturday morning Shatabdi to B’lore and after a 41/2 hour journey reached B’lore. The first thing that struck me as the train was crossing the familiar stations of Whitefield, KR Puram, Byappanahalli and Cantt. was the clean roads. This gave me a hint that this was not the B’lore I had left on Jan 25th 2008, The roads were so clean, that I was just thinking of a similar situation in Chennai and almost fainted.

We were picked up at the City station by my “cousin” Hari. The cousin is under highlight purely because he is more of a friend than a distant (my aunt’s brother) relative. I have known him for the last 28 years and we share everything that is bothering us in our lives between us and seek the other’s advice. That is the kind of friendship we have. So, he came to the station to pick us up and drove us back to his apartment near Hoody village in Whitefield in his new Suzuki Swift Diesel. The topic of discussion on the way (a one hour trip) was on the roads and he gave me some updates that were astonishing to say the least.

All the roads in B’lore are clean and newly laid. They are wide enough to allow a T-72 Tank to pass through and many of the crazy ‘one way’ restrictions have been removed. Wherever there was an unwanted Signal, that has been replaced with a round-a-about that makes life that much more easy. There were traffic policemen at all the places (not sure if it was because of I.Day), but what my cousin told me blew the brains out of me.

My cousin, to introduce, is the kind of guy who faints after just having a sniff of hard liquor. The max he can take is a small tin of Beer! This guy got caught in a DUI offence a month back. I could not believe what he said until he fully narrated the chain of events. The guy had a tin of Beer at a place near home and drove all the way across town to meet a friend. There they had another tin of Beer and started back. That is when he was caught!!! The cops were very polite, took a breathalyzer test and certified that he was drunk. They were empathic that he had only a couple of tins of Beer but used their ‘Black Berry”s to type out a charge sheet which came to his email in a couple of days and he paid it online in the next couple.

Now, I knew that B’lore was an IT city from my resident days. Never have I stood in line to pay an electricity bill or water bill. Everything was online and I used to utilize that to the hilt. But paying a fine for a driving offence online was something that I had heard of only in the US.

The other big shock was personal. As many of you know, the writer is a connoisseur of liquor. My cousin showed me a store called ‘Madhuloka’ which was a “drinker’s paradise”. This is a liquor boutique with 5 branches across B’lore that sells not only liquor of every kind, but also all the accessories including ice cubes, snacks, cigarettes, cigars, lighters, crystal ware etc. In short, it is the ‘Big Bazaar’ of liquor. Compare it with Tasmac that we put up with in Chennai!!!

The next big thing that hit me was the infrastructure development of B’lore in the last 3 years. The Metro is almost complete, with a Dec 2010 launch date. There is a model station on MG Road and the Grand Terminus which also houses the Metro maintenance yard on Old Madras Road (OMR) was really breathtaking. I could also see some work on the next phase of the Metro near Whitefield before the first phase is even completed!!! The roads are well laid and broad with trees that line both sides. The traffic is still poor due to the indiscipline of the people who use it though.

The highlight of our rides across towns: Travel on the NICE (Nandi Infrastructure Corridor Enterprise) and the elevated IT Corridor.

The NICE is a circular link expressway that links all the roads that lead in and out of B’lore. This is a BOT scheme promoted by an NRI and has come to fruition after many years of struggle. What it means in simple terms, you can skip the city of B’lore and go either north, south, east or west using this link. The NICE connects Hosur Road, with Kanakapura Rd, Mysore Rd, Tumkur Rd, Bannerghetta Rd. It is a toll road with minimal traffic that cuts down travel times by more than half. (The one instance when my cousin gave his Diesel Swift to me, I took it to 150 kms/hr on the NICE. He got so scared that he was glad to be the driver for the rest of the trip!!!). The next is the IT Corridor which is a 10 km elevated expressway that starts at the Electronic City and ends at the Silk Board Jn. We took it on the way back (see pics) and it was awesome. We covered 10 kms in less than 4 mins. Once we got off the IT corridor and turned onto Sarjapur Rd, it started to pour. I was unable to recognize my old office at the Agara Jn and Sarjapur-ORR Jn due to the new presence of a couple of fly overs. The ORR (Outer Ring Road) is in itself being transformed with the construction of 3 new fly-overs at crucial junctions. I was all the more amazed at seeing stores like ‘The Office Depot’ and ‘Staples’ at the Marthahalli Jn. It was one ‘hell of an experience’ being in B’lore after almost 3 years.

The best thing is that the real estate is still down in B’lore and you can get a very decent flat for around 45 lacs in the outskirts with all amenities including lift, generator, CCP, children’s play area etc. unlike Chennai where you just get a shell of an apartment for the same price. Now to the comparison, B’lore has always had the edge in development being an IT city. But, with the new Govt. it has gone far ahead compared to Chennai. While the politicians in TN are concentrating on just lining their pockets with every project they approve, the KA politicians line their pockets, but also take extra care of executing the projects on time and in a people friendly way.

My Verdict (hugely biased by wifey) – B’lore is way ahead in infrastructure development than Chennai. If Chennai is to remain competitive, we need a massive change in the way projects are planned and executed, if not for an entire change in the vision for this metro.

(If anyone disputes this, show me a road in and around Chennai where I can drive a Swift VDi at 150 kms/hr for a distance of 10+kms.) and I will surrender.

P.S.:
  1. I did not have the opps to visit Airport Rd, Malleshpalya (where I used to live) and the Inner Ring Road due to the short trip. But heard that all these areas have also seen a vast improvement in Infrastructure.
  2. I still have no regrets in leaving B'lore for Chennai purely because of the kind of job opportunity that Chennai gave me.

Rashtrabasha – Hindi

Caution: Some of you might think what is the big deal. But coming from the state where language is such a controversial topic, you should be able to appreciate my honesty.

After a peaceful Sunday filled with the usual activities of vegetable shopping and spending quality time with the kid, got some private time after 10pm to watch the TV. There was nothing interesting on the usual Tamil and English channels, so switched to Hindi and found Sony TV playing DDLJ for the 1,395,289th time? Yet, could not switch channels though more than 3/4th of the movie was finished. Just got to watch the climax and what a revelation it was!!!

This set me on a time travel to my 4th or 5th Std. when I was a total illiterate in Hindi. My second language then was Tamil and though it was my mother tongue, I found it difficult, esp., the grammar. My mom worked in the Central Govt. and had to undergo a course in Hindi (I think it gave them an increment on completion). But my Mom became so fond of the language that she not only topped her class, but also tried to inculcate the passion in her sons. She was half successful – her first son (me) imbibed the passion and enrolled in private Hindi classes. My brother could never go beyond the basics of learning the alphabets.

So, I started my private Hindi lessons when I was in my 4th or 5th Std. My second language at school was Tamil, and though I did not excel in it, I got sufficient marks to keep my rank. But, Hindi grew on me. The fun was to learn the varied alphabets and sentence structure to start with. But, by the time I was going into the 9th Std., my Hindi was so advanced, they were teaching 3 classes below my level!!! This was when the next bombshell fell. My mom decided that Hindi was to be my second language for me to score big in 10th class and wanted me to switch from Tamil to Hindi. Both of us approached our school Principal (who was a terror). She just laughed at the idea and with the Tamil teachers glowering on me, I made the request.

What followed changed my destiny for the next 5 years at least. The Principal knew my abilities and threw up a challenge - if I could be in the top 10% of the class by the first mid-term, she will allow me to continue in Hindi. If not,. I switch back to Tamil for the Quarterly exams. She also made it clear that I need to make up my lessons if I fail and make the grade. Both my mom and I were so confident, we took up the challenge much to the chagrin of my Tamil teachers (one of them was my class teacher as well). What followed was hilarious, to say the least. I had gone levels beyond, in my private Hindi classes and exams that I was allowed to write the script without the dashes on top. So, I took my mid-term and wrote the entire paper without the dashes on top. The Hindi teacher promptly failed me. When asked, she said that it is mandatory to put the dashes since I was just in High school. I had to bring my private certificates to prove that I was way above the league. The final scores – topper in the class in one paper and second or third in the second paper. So, my fate was sealed with Hindi.

I continued my private Hindi lessons and finished my Visharad when I was in the 11th Std. Mind you, Visharad is equivalent to a B.A. in Hindi. I had learnt all the nuances of the tough grammar and read most of the great literature in Hindi. Few that I should mention that expanded my horizons of thought were Munshi Premchand’s prose (I think I follow his no-nonsense style) that included ‘Nirmala’, ‘GoDhaan’ and some of his poems like ‘Khafan’. Mahadevi Varma was another poet who impressed me. But the most impressive were Harivansh Rai Bacchan (yes, Amitabh Bacchan’s father) who wrote poems like ‘Madhushala’ and Jai Shankar Prasad, who wrote epic poems like ‘Jayadhradh Vadh’. These were masterpieces that not only explored the language and its ties with Urdu and Sanskrit, but also the social scene of the times like Sati, Dowry, Untouchablility, Freedom Struggle etc. Then there were the classics like Khabir and Thulsidas who challenged the very basis of religion and explored the form and substance of God. These gave me a sense of national pride and a social awakening that were not part of me earlier.

I breezed through Hindi in school and had some difficult time in College in the second year when Grammar formed the main crux of the paper. But never posed a challenge to me. I never realized what I had done till I got the chance to travel to North India. I was to attend a training program with my new company in Ahmedabad for a month and this included people from across India. The day I landed in Ahmedabad and reached the resort, I was a bit shy and flustered. But from the next day, I had everybody in a spell with my Hindi speaking abilities that gradually got better with usage. Most North Indians could not believe that a guy from TN could speak such fluent Hindi!!! I got so fluent, that I learnt a couple of Bengali (Tagore’s) poems from the guy from Bengal!!!

Today, I feel bad that I am not able to write or speak Hindi fluently purely because I am out of touch. But, that does not worry me. I know that all I need is a couple of days and I will be back to form. Wifey didn’t know Hindi when I married her. But after some basic education and a stint in B’lore where she became a crazy fan of SONYMax Hindi movies on Sundays, she can understand most of the language (barring the Urdu words). Though she doesn’t appreciate the nuances of the language (like a Sher or Ghazal), she has working knowledge of the language and appreciates its importance (I become the translator for the urdu/sanskrit part).

So, will my son learn Hindi? You bet. I will make sure he learns as many of the languages as he can. Learning a language never harmed anybody. It is the ignorance that can cause grievous harm!!! After all, there is no greater pride than in learning one's own Rashtrabasha!!!