Being a journalist is tough. It’s fun, only when you are in a position to make life tough for others. Till that time, it’s a dog’s life, or may be horse’s. Actually, a little worse.
Let me elaborate. Every year, on Christmas, in Kolkata, the mounted police, a legacy of the British Raj, performs stunts to entertain the crowd, to prove their existence and to keep the glory days alive, even for a day. It is like a festival at the ‘maidan’ and the city folks make it a point to gather and watch these horses and their riders pull off stunts, which they have been practising for months, and later, they walk down to Park Street to watch Christmas decorations. Back in 1845, governor general Dalhousie had adopted the London Metropolitan Police model for Calcutta, which included the creation of a horse patrol. In 1916, the Calcutta Mounted Police was formed and absorbed with the regular Calcutta Police. Every day, the rider cops go out on patrol with their horses for two hours and return before dark. Technically, these horses work for two hours every day and an additional two hours every week for practising stunts. And they aren’t paid peanuts, like us journos, but are fed well with maidan grass and hay.
We, on the other hand, have an event lined up every day, and the fun part is we don’t get time to practise our ‘stunts’. We are expected to perfect them when we are not in office, especially when we are at home spending residual time with our family. Every day, we have to perform these stunts to entertain the crowd (read readers), to prove our existence (in the competitive market of selling news) and to keep the glory days alive (of journalism), even for a day. And yes, we have our riders as well. Adding salt to an injured soul, a senior journalist told me that we aren’t even intellectuals, it is just a fool’s paradise that we build for ourselves. And finally, while we work on the day after Christmas, the horses get a day off.
Tuesday, January 03, 2012
Wednesday, December 07, 2011
Dev Anand -- Forever Young
Main Zindagi Ka Saath Nibhata Chala Gaya
Har Fiqr Ko Dhuyein Mein Udata Chala Gaya
Yes, Sahir Ludhianvi’s words best describe the life of the ‘forever young’ matinee idol, Dev Anand or Dev Saab, as he was popularly known. He never cared for the consequences, he just lived life in his own terms, following his passion for cinema till he took his last breath in London. “Because I am so much in the present I could do film after film for the past 62 years of my career,” he had once said in an interview. Small wonder the legend acted in over 100 movies, producing 31 films in a career spanning six decades. When he was not shooting there was a compartment in his heart where he was working on different stories.
Truly like a Bollywood story, before he became a star he once sustained off the road, selling his precious stamps for food. After his BA in English, he came to Mumbai to try his luck in the film industry. He had said those two years of struggle was as good as six years in college.
Although he debuted with Hum Ek Hain, his first big break came with Ziddi, which incidentally was Kishore Kumar’s first song for him. This pair has given timeless gems like — Gata Rahe Mera Dil, Phoolon Ke Rang Se, Kwab Ho Tum Ya, Yeh Dil Naa Hotaa Bechaaraa, Hum Hain Rahi Pyar Ke, to name just a few.
Style
His chequered hat and jacket, his trousers that were always an inch shorter showing how his socks were coordinated with his kerchief and his pullover, which rested carelessly on his back with its sleeves tied in a knot, are just a few examples of his iconic style. The gait, the hairstyle, the turning of his head, which was different depending on whether he was to look at the heroine or the villain, the dialogue delivery, are the stuff Bollywood is essentially made of.
His similarity with Hollywood actor Gregory Peck was much talked about. It was also said that he used to “mindlessly copy” Peck’s style. There was also a story that when Peck broke an incisor during a shooting, Dev Anand rushed to the dentist and pulled out a tooth as well. But stories apart, you just can’t imagine Peck pulling off a Yeh Dil Na Hota Bechaara with a fishing rod and a plastic fish attached to the hook, running in front of a car while singing. No offence, Mr Peck.
Moviemaker
He made his directoral debut with Prem Pujari in 1970. He had said directing a movie was an intellectual affair, unlike acting it was not physical, and he would continue directing (and producing) movies till he died. But age did not stop him from acting either.
There were times of Guide, Hare Rama Hare Krishna, Jewel Thief and then there were times of Censor, Love at Times Square, Mr Prime Minister and his last offering Chargesheet. The actor, producer and director had lived both these times with grace, never stopping, never looking back as he felt “when you look back you give yourself a big pause”. He was proud all his creations, including the string of flops post-90, as he felt they were great in their own way. He just did what he wanted to do — moviemaking — like a hero even till his last day, much to the agony of his critics. “Movie making is a great adventure, an adventure of the mind, soul and body. In a split second your mind crosses millions of miles, weaving together stories and characters from anywhere in the world. Your stories can be set anywhere at all,” he wrote in his autobiography Romancing With Life, An Autobiography.
Lover
He was the lover, and had he been a few decades younger, could have given the likes of Shah Rukh Khan and even Ranbir Kapoor a run for their money. Whether romancing Suraiya or Vyjayanthimala or Waheeda or Zeenat or even the 20 somethings he launched, he was a master of the art. But his onscreen lover image was not restricted to the silver screen. He was a true Prem Pujari as he himself admits in his book, “I wanted to commit suicide because of Suraiya! Zeenat Aman broke my heart!” He was also not shy of admitting to his innumerable sexual and flirtatious escapades.Nor was he afraid of making public the “tempestuous” Raj Kapoor-Nargis love affair, Dilip Kumar swearing undying love for Madhubala or Guru Dutt's “doomed love” for Waheeda Rehman.
Tailpiece
The harshness of the footpaths in Mumbai or the comfort of beautiful lady loves or the luxury of being a superstar or being the victim of continued harsh criticisms — he lived through every phase of his life like there was no tomorrow. “Fame, power and money are the three factors that make you great in the eyes of the world. The moment these desert you, you are like a particle of dust under one’s feet,” he wrote in his autobiography.
Dev Saab is, and not was, evergreen, forever young — hats off to you.
Mahul Brahma
Har Fiqr Ko Dhuyein Mein Udata Chala Gaya
Yes, Sahir Ludhianvi’s words best describe the life of the ‘forever young’ matinee idol, Dev Anand or Dev Saab, as he was popularly known. He never cared for the consequences, he just lived life in his own terms, following his passion for cinema till he took his last breath in London. “Because I am so much in the present I could do film after film for the past 62 years of my career,” he had once said in an interview. Small wonder the legend acted in over 100 movies, producing 31 films in a career spanning six decades. When he was not shooting there was a compartment in his heart where he was working on different stories.
Truly like a Bollywood story, before he became a star he once sustained off the road, selling his precious stamps for food. After his BA in English, he came to Mumbai to try his luck in the film industry. He had said those two years of struggle was as good as six years in college.
Although he debuted with Hum Ek Hain, his first big break came with Ziddi, which incidentally was Kishore Kumar’s first song for him. This pair has given timeless gems like — Gata Rahe Mera Dil, Phoolon Ke Rang Se, Kwab Ho Tum Ya, Yeh Dil Naa Hotaa Bechaaraa, Hum Hain Rahi Pyar Ke, to name just a few.
Style
His chequered hat and jacket, his trousers that were always an inch shorter showing how his socks were coordinated with his kerchief and his pullover, which rested carelessly on his back with its sleeves tied in a knot, are just a few examples of his iconic style. The gait, the hairstyle, the turning of his head, which was different depending on whether he was to look at the heroine or the villain, the dialogue delivery, are the stuff Bollywood is essentially made of.
His similarity with Hollywood actor Gregory Peck was much talked about. It was also said that he used to “mindlessly copy” Peck’s style. There was also a story that when Peck broke an incisor during a shooting, Dev Anand rushed to the dentist and pulled out a tooth as well. But stories apart, you just can’t imagine Peck pulling off a Yeh Dil Na Hota Bechaara with a fishing rod and a plastic fish attached to the hook, running in front of a car while singing. No offence, Mr Peck.
Moviemaker
He made his directoral debut with Prem Pujari in 1970. He had said directing a movie was an intellectual affair, unlike acting it was not physical, and he would continue directing (and producing) movies till he died. But age did not stop him from acting either.
There were times of Guide, Hare Rama Hare Krishna, Jewel Thief and then there were times of Censor, Love at Times Square, Mr Prime Minister and his last offering Chargesheet. The actor, producer and director had lived both these times with grace, never stopping, never looking back as he felt “when you look back you give yourself a big pause”. He was proud all his creations, including the string of flops post-90, as he felt they were great in their own way. He just did what he wanted to do — moviemaking — like a hero even till his last day, much to the agony of his critics. “Movie making is a great adventure, an adventure of the mind, soul and body. In a split second your mind crosses millions of miles, weaving together stories and characters from anywhere in the world. Your stories can be set anywhere at all,” he wrote in his autobiography Romancing With Life, An Autobiography.
Lover
He was the lover, and had he been a few decades younger, could have given the likes of Shah Rukh Khan and even Ranbir Kapoor a run for their money. Whether romancing Suraiya or Vyjayanthimala or Waheeda or Zeenat or even the 20 somethings he launched, he was a master of the art. But his onscreen lover image was not restricted to the silver screen. He was a true Prem Pujari as he himself admits in his book, “I wanted to commit suicide because of Suraiya! Zeenat Aman broke my heart!” He was also not shy of admitting to his innumerable sexual and flirtatious escapades.Nor was he afraid of making public the “tempestuous” Raj Kapoor-Nargis love affair, Dilip Kumar swearing undying love for Madhubala or Guru Dutt's “doomed love” for Waheeda Rehman.
Tailpiece
The harshness of the footpaths in Mumbai or the comfort of beautiful lady loves or the luxury of being a superstar or being the victim of continued harsh criticisms — he lived through every phase of his life like there was no tomorrow. “Fame, power and money are the three factors that make you great in the eyes of the world. The moment these desert you, you are like a particle of dust under one’s feet,” he wrote in his autobiography.
Dev Saab is, and not was, evergreen, forever young — hats off to you.
Mahul Brahma
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
9/11 the other side
When the twin towers were brought down I was in college. I got a call from my friend who, unlike students at Xavier’s (including me), was not a fan of capitalism and, therefore, also had issues with the US and what the country stood for.
He was happy and said that today the US had learnt its lesson. “Someone proved to the US it can be as vulnerable as any other nation. The Big Daddy needed this since ages, especially after Vietnam.” I disconnected the phone and switched on CNN and saw the second plane hitting the tower.
It was like a movie and the plot was ingenious. But suddenly it dawned on me that people are dying while I am appreciating the efficacy of the plan or, as my friend is busy criticising the bourgeoisie and waiting for the rise of proletariat. I immediately switched off the TV, couldn’t watch people dying.
After two minutes I again switched it on and saw the repeat telecast of the footage. My friend called again but this time I snubbed him and told him that these terrorists must also have some justification for their deed and he was sounding just like one of them trying to justify their action and slammed the phone. Then I saw another footage showing people in some West Asian nation celebrating the attack and they, just like my friend, were not terrorists, but were behaving like them.
I was deeply hurt — first, because of the people dying and second, at the mindset of people who can celebrate or be happy at such a heinous act. Ten years after 9/11, America has become a changed nation and my friend has become a changed man. They have both matured in the past decade. America today knows, whether it admits or not, another 9/11 can happen (god forbid) and that, perhaps, has made it stronger. And my friend, who now works in Manhattan with an MNC, told me he paid his respects at Ground Zero on 9/11 this time.
He was happy and said that today the US had learnt its lesson. “Someone proved to the US it can be as vulnerable as any other nation. The Big Daddy needed this since ages, especially after Vietnam.” I disconnected the phone and switched on CNN and saw the second plane hitting the tower.
It was like a movie and the plot was ingenious. But suddenly it dawned on me that people are dying while I am appreciating the efficacy of the plan or, as my friend is busy criticising the bourgeoisie and waiting for the rise of proletariat. I immediately switched off the TV, couldn’t watch people dying.
After two minutes I again switched it on and saw the repeat telecast of the footage. My friend called again but this time I snubbed him and told him that these terrorists must also have some justification for their deed and he was sounding just like one of them trying to justify their action and slammed the phone. Then I saw another footage showing people in some West Asian nation celebrating the attack and they, just like my friend, were not terrorists, but were behaving like them.
I was deeply hurt — first, because of the people dying and second, at the mindset of people who can celebrate or be happy at such a heinous act. Ten years after 9/11, America has become a changed nation and my friend has become a changed man. They have both matured in the past decade. America today knows, whether it admits or not, another 9/11 can happen (god forbid) and that, perhaps, has made it stronger. And my friend, who now works in Manhattan with an MNC, told me he paid his respects at Ground Zero on 9/11 this time.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Anna at home
In a nation where hundreds of farmers commit suicide in Vidharbha for their inability to watch their family starve to death, how much power can fasting have? It seems a lot. It is ironic how powerful the tool of fasting is in a nation like ours where poverty still looms large. Anna Hazare has shown India that Mahatma Gandhi’s non-violent methods, in which fasting was an important tool, are still very effective. The interesting part is fasting and even the threat to fast have been very powerful tools in India since time immemorial and it was Gandhiji’s intelligence to identify and use this tried and tested weapon. Women, since ages, have been using their soft power to get things their way by ‘blackmailing’ their husbands that “if I don’t get this (read jewellery), I will not eat”. And husbands have traditionally given in. Even today, it is used as an effective tool; the demands may have changed — Jimmy Choo stilettos or a Hermes clutch — but, nonetheless still workable. So, when Anna is trying to make the government more accountable and using the same method, I know he is using a power tool which is most likely to work. However, I also sympathise with the government just the way I do with the millions of husbands who have been ‘threatened’ by their better half. A friend of mine had once tried to argue with his spouse about how she could use such a tool when so many people are dying of starvation every day? She started crying and as a result, not only did he have to promise her to buy what she wanted but also had to promise an additional Cartier ‘gift’ to stop her from weeping. Logical arguments just don’t work and I believe the government has already tried that and failed. So just like my friend, the government may also have to pay a hefty additional price if they don’t give in now. The compensation may just keep getting fatter and fatter and might even cost them their power.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Cabin pressure
This day, 367 days ago, I got a cabin for myself. In the parlance of the over 100-year-old organisation, it was called ‘room’ (a very Bong way of speaking). It was a moment of pride and joy for me as getting a ‘room’ was a sign of coming of age in your career. A move from cubicle to cabin is a huge leap, my seniors used to say, and having experienced it myself, I couldn’t agree more. Another reason why it was called a room was perhaps because it was made like one, with no glass panel, only a window and a door and concrete walls. The only difference — there was no bed.
I was quite excited as there was no supervision and neither was I to supervise anyone, I was alone in my ‘room’. I thought my cabin was huge until I saw the cabins of the senior management. The higher you go the bigger it gets, the best being that of the promoter, which was quite justified since he paid for my cabin as well.
All was going well until I started feeling deserted in my cabin with no faces around. My window, unfortunately, opened to a boring view. I started keeping my door open, so that I could see humanity. But my boss asked me to keep my door closed (demands of decorum).
The cabin pressure was mounting and — I hate to say this — I was missing my cubicle. The best part was that there were a few who were eyeing my cabin as they were deprived of it when I joined. I really felt like giving it back— I would have loved to, but couldn’t.
One year later, back from the corporate world to journalism, I am again a cubicle man. I am happy that I see so much action around me. The anger, the shouting, the frustration, the disappointment as well as the achievement of bringing out a good edition that make a newsroom come alive. Yes I missed it, it’s good to be back, but sometimes I do miss my room, too. The cabin pressure, in fact, is back. But now, it’s in a different form.
I was quite excited as there was no supervision and neither was I to supervise anyone, I was alone in my ‘room’. I thought my cabin was huge until I saw the cabins of the senior management. The higher you go the bigger it gets, the best being that of the promoter, which was quite justified since he paid for my cabin as well.
All was going well until I started feeling deserted in my cabin with no faces around. My window, unfortunately, opened to a boring view. I started keeping my door open, so that I could see humanity. But my boss asked me to keep my door closed (demands of decorum).
The cabin pressure was mounting and — I hate to say this — I was missing my cubicle. The best part was that there were a few who were eyeing my cabin as they were deprived of it when I joined. I really felt like giving it back— I would have loved to, but couldn’t.
One year later, back from the corporate world to journalism, I am again a cubicle man. I am happy that I see so much action around me. The anger, the shouting, the frustration, the disappointment as well as the achievement of bringing out a good edition that make a newsroom come alive. Yes I missed it, it’s good to be back, but sometimes I do miss my room, too. The cabin pressure, in fact, is back. But now, it’s in a different form.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
A slave’s life
A few days back, it was raining heavily in the capital and was time for office. Every time it pours, especially during the time for office I always tell myself with a sigh, “This is slavery. At a time I should have been enjoying the rains with a beer I have to go to office in the downpour and spend ten hours doing more or less the same thing that I did the previous day.” I wonder what made me a slave to my circumstances that even if I try to get a life I can’t. I am so tied up to my work that I can’t even allow myself to enjoy the nature for even a day, if that day is not my off day. Call of duty? Yes, partly, because being a journalist isn’t easy, it is a very demanding profession and the perk of the job is that you get to spend quality time with your colleagues who, like you, don’t have a social life, thanks to the profession. The only excitement in life boils down to the ‘lively’ environment of a newsroom. The average decibel level at the typical newsroom is way over 65 and the content of verbal exchange can only be ‘beep-ed’ out if it is ever aired on national television. But that’s the power and energy of live news streaming in -- it excites you and makes you an entirely different ‘animal’, as a senior journalist used to say. The closest that I can imagine is that of a Parliament in session. But there is something that grows on you, more of an addiction that every sacrifice seems okay. But well, it is time to leave for office, call of duty, remember? I got ready, carefully put the papers in my Louis Vuitton macassar sling and looked my Rolex Oyester Perpetual Datejust for time, admiring it for two seconds, and then the second reason for slavery dawned on me. Yeah, the credit card bill, I have to write an obscene cheque with my Mont Blanc writing instrument.
Saturday, July 09, 2011
The longest mile
If you live in Mumbai, commuting 60 km becomes a part of your daily life. Every day, you have to spend either three hours on the road or a neat two hours on the local train. But Mumbaiites don’t seem to mind. Sometimes, however, this distance becomes unbearable.
A year ago, I was travelling from Churchgate to Andheri by train around six in the evening. You are lucky if you manage to get a foothold, the train is so crammed during that time. You just can’t move on your own, your movement can only be determined by the flow of humanity. Things are so bad that sometimes you can’t even answer your phone because there is not enough space for you to reach your pocket.
A middle-aged gentleman standing in front of me got a call, thanks to his Bluetooth device, he answered it immediately. A few seconds later, I heard him crying out loud, “Kya? Papa nehin rahe!” His father had passed away. Everyone turned towards him. He didn’t know what to do. Neither did we, his co-commuters, knew how to deal with such a situation. He was not in a position to continue his conversation. He was devastated and was not prepared for such a sudden mishap. After a few minutes, he tried to get a hold of himself but failed. He continued to cry for the next 15 minutes. Everyone around him was silent and was just staring at him. The crowd gained normalcy when the next stop arrived and became busy jostling for space. I don’t know where he lives, rather how far he lives, but I wished he lived close by. I couldn’t even fathom how long this ordeal would continue. But unfortunately, he was still there when I got down from the train. We are so helpless. The same distance that is part of our daily dose of life becomes so unbearable at times. I didn’t know how far he had to travel and shuddered at the thought that his father might have been living in his home town, miles away from this city of opportunities.
A year ago, I was travelling from Churchgate to Andheri by train around six in the evening. You are lucky if you manage to get a foothold, the train is so crammed during that time. You just can’t move on your own, your movement can only be determined by the flow of humanity. Things are so bad that sometimes you can’t even answer your phone because there is not enough space for you to reach your pocket.
A middle-aged gentleman standing in front of me got a call, thanks to his Bluetooth device, he answered it immediately. A few seconds later, I heard him crying out loud, “Kya? Papa nehin rahe!” His father had passed away. Everyone turned towards him. He didn’t know what to do. Neither did we, his co-commuters, knew how to deal with such a situation. He was not in a position to continue his conversation. He was devastated and was not prepared for such a sudden mishap. After a few minutes, he tried to get a hold of himself but failed. He continued to cry for the next 15 minutes. Everyone around him was silent and was just staring at him. The crowd gained normalcy when the next stop arrived and became busy jostling for space. I don’t know where he lives, rather how far he lives, but I wished he lived close by. I couldn’t even fathom how long this ordeal would continue. But unfortunately, he was still there when I got down from the train. We are so helpless. The same distance that is part of our daily dose of life becomes so unbearable at times. I didn’t know how far he had to travel and shuddered at the thought that his father might have been living in his home town, miles away from this city of opportunities.
Thursday, July 07, 2011
A costly affair
I bumped into an old friend at a party a few days ago. He was a fellow journalist then. The last time I checked, which was five years ago, he was doing pretty well for himself — had a house in a Mumbai suburb, a Honda City and to top it all, a pretty wife. I always thought what else could he ask for? However, when we started chatting, he told me that he had left the profession four years ago and done an MBA from a noted B-school and is now a vice-president at a well-known MNC.
This sounds even better. But age-old acquaintance and single malt made him confess that he is fighting a legal separation battle with his wife and is not happy with the job as he misses the charm and excitement of journalism. I told him I am sorry about his wife but asked what made him leave the profession as he was doing pretty well. He replied, “Money, what else?” Then he suddenly started bragging about his new acquisitions — he had graduated to a bigger home and a bigger car, Honda Accord. But now, instead of one, he had two home loans, two car loans and an educational loan (for his MBA). I didn’t know whether I should be happy for him or sad, but wished him all the best in life. No matter how much we claim to have evolved in terms of our needs and desires, they always remain the same — it only changes in degree.
As you struggle your way up, the desire changes from a scooter to a motorbike to a hatchback to a sedan; in my friend’s case City to Accord, and then may be convertibles or coupes. But, at the end of the day, it remains a means to take you to the workplace and back, and may be a weekend escapade. Even in terms of home, as you climb up, you will add another bedroom and may be even another home, just like my friend did, but still end up sleeping in one room in one home.
It is unfortunate that when we join the rat race for making moolah, we don’t even have time to think whether it is worth it.
This sounds even better. But age-old acquaintance and single malt made him confess that he is fighting a legal separation battle with his wife and is not happy with the job as he misses the charm and excitement of journalism. I told him I am sorry about his wife but asked what made him leave the profession as he was doing pretty well. He replied, “Money, what else?” Then he suddenly started bragging about his new acquisitions — he had graduated to a bigger home and a bigger car, Honda Accord. But now, instead of one, he had two home loans, two car loans and an educational loan (for his MBA). I didn’t know whether I should be happy for him or sad, but wished him all the best in life. No matter how much we claim to have evolved in terms of our needs and desires, they always remain the same — it only changes in degree.
As you struggle your way up, the desire changes from a scooter to a motorbike to a hatchback to a sedan; in my friend’s case City to Accord, and then may be convertibles or coupes. But, at the end of the day, it remains a means to take you to the workplace and back, and may be a weekend escapade. Even in terms of home, as you climb up, you will add another bedroom and may be even another home, just like my friend did, but still end up sleeping in one room in one home.
It is unfortunate that when we join the rat race for making moolah, we don’t even have time to think whether it is worth it.
Mahul Brahma
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Edit: State of Health: We need to first make healthcare affordable to Indians
It is easy to label president Barack Obama’s exhortations to Americans not to travel to Mexico or India for cheap healthcare as protectionist. It presupposes that all is well with our healthcare. Far from it. We are still heavily dependent on imported technology, equipment and medicines. Obama cannot be faulted for trying to assure Americans that he is working towards quality healthcare at affordable cost on American soil. Maybe, India too needs to take a cue from Obama and realign our priorities to first provide similar healthcare to our 1.21 billion people and then look for medical tourists. Reaching healthcare to the masses is essentially — and will always be so — a government initiative. The government has been successful in extending low-cost but not necessarily quality medical services to some segments. Yet, the great masses do not have quality medical services. To make medical services within the reach of the masses, the government could look at the no-cost subsidy model. Healthcare is too sensitive a sector in India to be exposed to the vagaries of globalisation. India is particularly vulnerable: It has no public healthcare system to speak of. According to a World Bank report, public spending on health is under 10 per cent of total spending. This implies that the average Indian, including the poor, ends up fending for 90 per cent of his healthcare cost. “Health for All” as a goal remains on paper. The private and public sectors put together, the country is critically short of primary, secondary, speciality and super-speciality healthcare. Now health is once again said to be the top billing in the 12th five-year plan beginning next year. The investments, whether made through the public sector, private sector or in private-public partnership, have to be carefully calibrated to the goal of providing essential healthcare at affordable prices to our people. India will be much better placed to serve the world after it has met its own needs. But whether the low-cost, low-quality Indian model is a better option than the high-cost, insurance-driven American system is still a matter of debate. We agree that Indian medical tourism is exclusively a private sector enterprise and cannot be denied its profit incentive. Just like the IT and BPO sectors that thrive on wage arbitrage, medical tourism survives on the arbitrage between the high costs of treatment in the US private sector and the relatively cheap private sector world-class medical services in India. However, there is a side effect of promoting medical tourism. Foreign nationals come for treatment in India and are willing to pay top rates for service at the best hospitals in the country. This is one of the factors that keep rates high and unaffordable for average Indian citizens. A parallel exists in real estate where non-resident Indians pay top dollar that keep realty prices sky-high in certain pockets. The government must not hide its failure to provide quality healthcare to the bottom of the pyramid under the growth story of medical tourism. The rise in medical tourism shows that the quality of healthcare has enhanced in India, but it is just for a selected few. Therefore, instead of criticising Obama, the government needs to find ways to make quality healthcare available to the poor as well.
Columbia Law School to facilitate green investment in India
The centre for climate change law at Columbia Law School has received a $485,000
grant from Sujana Group, an Indian producer of steel, power and energy, to facilitate US investment in the clean-energy sector in India. The centre for climate change law aims to develop contracts and design legal instruments to set standards in this green energy industry in the country.
“There is an enormous potential for US companies to not only help India reduce greenhouse gases, but to take an active role in investments that can provide an excellent rate of return,” said Michael Gerrard, Andrew Sabin professor of professional practice and director of the centre for climate change law in a statement issued by the law school.
According to the founder of a venture capital fund that invests in green energy and an industry expert, “Standard documents are always useful. However, every deal in this green sector is of a different kind, which makes standardising difficult.”
“It would be useful if they can look at areas such as EPC contracts, contracts related to technology collaborations and consortium agreements. It will all depend on how creatively they use this opportunity,” another green energy expert added.
The project also aims to facilitate access of US equipment manufacturers as India begins increasing its power capacity by 80 per cent to meet its energy needs in 2030. It also looks at allowing US banks and investors to profit from clean-energy investment while fulfilling compliance requirements.
The move will also facilitate access to an estimated $1.1 trillion investment needed by India to install clean power and reduce substantial carbon dioxide emissions using available technologies.
“We recognise that as important as it is for India to grow, it needs to do so in an environmentally-sustainable fashion,” said YS Chowdary, chairman of the Sujana Group in the statement. “It’s vital that we figure out the most cost-effective ways to achieve that,” Chowdary added.
The legal tools developed by the project will be drafted by the US and Indian attorneys in consultation with experts in investment, project finance, and clean energy. The aim of the project is to make these contracts and legal documents available for free online so that these can be readily adapted for projects across India, thereby standardising the systems and processes in green energy market.
“Right now, there is a strong desire to pursue many clean-energy projects in India, but, too often, companies haven’t moved forward because of transaction costs that are both perceived and real,” said the project’s director Aarthi S Anand. “This is a way to streamline the process, so companies don’t have to draft contracts from scratch for each project,” Anand said.
Besides the contract-drafting efforts, the 18-month project will also include two international symposiums, in July 2011 and March 2012, to bring together major players in this sector.
“But time is of the essence. The longer we wait, the harder it will be to keep greenhouse gas levels within target ranges,” Gerrard added.
“There is an enormous potential for US companies to not only help India reduce greenhouse gases, but to take an active role in investments that can provide an excellent rate of return,” said Michael Gerrard, Andrew Sabin professor of professional practice and director of the centre for climate change law in a statement issued by the law school.
According to the founder of a venture capital fund that invests in green energy and an industry expert, “Standard documents are always useful. However, every deal in this green sector is of a different kind, which makes standardising difficult.”
“It would be useful if they can look at areas such as EPC contracts, contracts related to technology collaborations and consortium agreements. It will all depend on how creatively they use this opportunity,” another green energy expert added.
The project also aims to facilitate access of US equipment manufacturers as India begins increasing its power capacity by 80 per cent to meet its energy needs in 2030. It also looks at allowing US banks and investors to profit from clean-energy investment while fulfilling compliance requirements.
The move will also facilitate access to an estimated $1.1 trillion investment needed by India to install clean power and reduce substantial carbon dioxide emissions using available technologies.
“We recognise that as important as it is for India to grow, it needs to do so in an environmentally-sustainable fashion,” said YS Chowdary, chairman of the Sujana Group in the statement. “It’s vital that we figure out the most cost-effective ways to achieve that,” Chowdary added.
The legal tools developed by the project will be drafted by the US and Indian attorneys in consultation with experts in investment, project finance, and clean energy. The aim of the project is to make these contracts and legal documents available for free online so that these can be readily adapted for projects across India, thereby standardising the systems and processes in green energy market.
“Right now, there is a strong desire to pursue many clean-energy projects in India, but, too often, companies haven’t moved forward because of transaction costs that are both perceived and real,” said the project’s director Aarthi S Anand. “This is a way to streamline the process, so companies don’t have to draft contracts from scratch for each project,” Anand said.
Besides the contract-drafting efforts, the 18-month project will also include two international symposiums, in July 2011 and March 2012, to bring together major players in this sector.
“But time is of the essence. The longer we wait, the harder it will be to keep greenhouse gas levels within target ranges,” Gerrard added.
Edit: Return to simplicity
It was my favourite wristwatch, past tense, because it is no more. Unfortunately, the maker is an unknown Chinese company, which has probably shut shop because it relied on simplicity in a complicated world. Three days ago, my six-year-old nephew, broke the watch that taught me the significance of simplicity. When my father gifted me the watch, it displayed, “in some time it will be six”. I remember, I had rubbed my eyes and looked at its face again. It just had a display screen with no hands or numbers. It was a simple timekeeper telling me what time of the day it was, roughly. I realised how futile in life is the exact time concept, something that makes us tense and serious, for no reason whatsoever. What would we lose if our watch tells us “it will be half-past-two soon”? It is ironic that this watch is not considered seriously by any horological society across the globe because, in watches, complications are sacred — Patek Philippe grand complication or a Breguet classique complication are revered.
Every invention has gained complication over time. For example, the phone was invented so that we can talk; today, a cellphone has 3D, games, touch interface, TV, internet, music, camera and GPS — it is so loaded with features and applications that sometimes we forget that we actually just need to talk or send a message. To go back to simplicity, we need to become disconnected. Just the way ashrams and meditation centres do it — no TV, no mobile, no internet, no connection with the outside world. Unfortunately, just sitting and doing nothing, in Zen parlance Zazen, has become toughest thing to do today. Being simple is complicated. But people have started valuing simplicity. The move from marks to grades in our education system is a step towards that. It may be possible that in the future, if you miss your girlfriend, you would not go to Facebook or Twitter or to a mobile phone, you would just go and be with her. And when you ask for time, you should expect a candid reply, “it will be 10 soon”.
Every invention has gained complication over time. For example, the phone was invented so that we can talk; today, a cellphone has 3D, games, touch interface, TV, internet, music, camera and GPS — it is so loaded with features and applications that sometimes we forget that we actually just need to talk or send a message. To go back to simplicity, we need to become disconnected. Just the way ashrams and meditation centres do it — no TV, no mobile, no internet, no connection with the outside world. Unfortunately, just sitting and doing nothing, in Zen parlance Zazen, has become toughest thing to do today. Being simple is complicated. But people have started valuing simplicity. The move from marks to grades in our education system is a step towards that. It may be possible that in the future, if you miss your girlfriend, you would not go to Facebook or Twitter or to a mobile phone, you would just go and be with her. And when you ask for time, you should expect a candid reply, “it will be 10 soon”.
Edit: Time for government to address labour shortage due to NREGS
When development economist Jean Drèze conceptualised and drafted the first version of the National Rural Employment Guarantee Act, little did he realise that it would boomerang and impact the growth of a crucial sector like construction, which claims to be one of the highest employers of unskilled labour. When the scheme promises migrant labour from states such as Gujarat, Bihar and Andhra Pradesh a statutory minimum wage of Rs 120 per day for 100 days, there is no reason for them to take the trouble of moving to cities and take part in the organised labour market in construction. It is a catch-22 situation for the government. It is politically not viable for the UPA to abandon the rural employment guarantee scheme (NREGS). On the other hand, real estate, construction and infrastructure are the flag-bearers of India’s growth story, and should not be made to suffer from labour shortage. The government can revisit history for a solution. Back in colonial times, Indian indentured workers were shipped out to Mauritius and the Caribbean. Each man was required to appear before a magistrate and declare that he was going voluntarily and the contract was for five years with pay of less than Rs 10 per month plus rations. Lack of opportunities back home lured these unskilled labourers to move abroad and even settle there. In the recent past, unskilled and semi-skilled Indian workers have been moving to West Asia, Africa and Europe in search of work. It is the same reason why workers from poorer economies such as Nepal and Bangladesh have moved to India. India’s construction sector has seen a surge of Chinese workers in major projects. Their participation was so engrossing and overpowering that these project sites were transformed into Chinatowns. However, the government thought it wise to put a stop to this as it had the potential to shrink employment opportunities for Indian labour. As a result, the government restricted the entry of unskilled and semi-skilled labour from China. The government informed China’s policy leaders that it would only allow migration of highly-skilled workers to its industries. However, today, when the country’s booming sectors might be hit by a labour shortage, it is advisable to import manpower from down the value chain. It is time for the government to consider India as a booming economy where migrant labour from other countries will come in search of employment and may eventually settle here, just the way we did in the 1820s. It is time to let go the cautious approach of a growing economy and behave like a nation that has come of age and is not afraid of opening up its shores to people of other countries who are seeking a livelihood. There is also a need to take a fresh look at the rural employment scheme. The scheme has to go beyond just serving political needs. There is no need for the government to employ all available rural labour in this scheme. In any case, all they do is dig trenches or build dykes. They can be gainfully employed in major government-funded and executed infrastructure projects under the same scheme so that labour shortage in big projects in cities can be addressed. The rural employment scheme is a sub-optimal way of employing rural people and has the potential of further shrinking the labour market for construction projects, big or small, where their earning will be much higher. If the labour shortage becomes more acute it could impact the growth of the economy. It is time that the government explored ways of sustaining its political agenda without impacting the growth of the economy.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Roar: Graphic Novels
Adults only
Apr 14 2011
There’s a world beyond DC and Marvel. The world of Maus, Sandman, Marv and Digital Dutta. Doesn’t sound familiar, right? They are the Batmans and Spidermans of graphic novels. A graphic novel is a form of comics with lengthy and complex storylines, catering to a mature audience. The term was popularised after it appeared on the cover of paperback edition of Will Eisner’s groundbreaking A Contract With God (1978). Here’s the journey of our protagonist in the world of graphic novels.
F:Comics is so for kids. But it is bad that we don’t have something for adults.
M:Says who? Haven’t you heard of graphic novels? It is a form of comics that caters to a mature audience.
F:Is it? Does it have action, sex, violence?
M:You bet. You should check out Frank Miller’s Sin City series. You will meet professional killers.
F:Hi, do you have graphic novels? Which one do you recommend?
M:For starters, you can check out Pulitzer winner Maus, based on the holocaust where the Nazis are depicted as cats and Jews as mice.
F:But this is too serious how is Sin City?
M:It’s all about sin, written in a film noir style. The interesting ones are The Hard Goodbye and The Yellow Bastard. You should also check out Sandman series by Neil Gaiman.
M:So, which one did you choose?
F:Let me take Marv home today. Will keep my date with Sandman next week.
F:Comics is so for kids. But it is bad that we don’t have something for adults.
M:Says who? Haven’t you heard of graphic novels? It is a form of comics that caters to a mature audience.
F:Is it? Does it have action, sex, violence?
M:You bet. You should check out Frank Miller’s Sin City series. You will meet professional killers.
F:Hi, do you have graphic novels? Which one do you recommend?
M:For starters, you can check out Pulitzer winner Maus, based on the holocaust where the Nazis are depicted as cats and Jews as mice.
F:But this is too serious how is Sin City?
M:It’s all about sin, written in a film noir style. The interesting ones are The Hard Goodbye and The Yellow Bastard. You should also check out Sandman series by Neil Gaiman.
M:So, which one did you choose?
F:Let me take Marv home today. Will keep my date with Sandman next week.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Tale of Autograph
During my schooldays, like most teenagers, I was glued to fiction—both English and Bengali. It is an important phase in any person’s life because this is when you graduate from bed-time stories of Snow White and Rapunzel, which are imposed on you every night by your parents, to a more ‘mature age’ of superheroes, super detectives and super adventures. It is a time when you first exercise your choice in selecting the book you want to read. You are exposed to Sherlock Holmes, Tin Tin, Superman, and in a more vernacular context, my favourite detective—Feluda, a creation of a great filmmaker and a noted author Satyajit Ray. (Unfortunately, Harry Potter was not around then). With age, you become selective and get glued to your favourite authors. As school was over, I moved on and started focusing on more mature pieces, perhaps in an effort to prove I have grown up, by serious writers such as Faulkner, Neruda and Kafka, and not to mention mature graphic novelists such as Frank Miller and Neil Gaiman.
However, in my heart of hearts, Feluda remained and still remains my favourite hero. My childhood dream was to get a chance to meet Mr Ray and get his autograph on my favourite Feluda book. Unfortunately, even before I was old enough to travel by myself to his Bishop Lefroy Road residence in Kolkata he had passed away. Years passed by, but the desire of getting his autograph never died knowing fully well Mr Ray himself has. Last summer, I was going through piles of old books in the Kolkata heat at College Street, a place where all you get is books and more books. Suddenly, I saw a nearly-torn, dog-eared Feluda book. I instinctively picked it up as I couldn’t resist my hero’s appeal. I opened it and, to my surprise, saw Mr Ray’s autograph to a boy named Mukul dating back to 1981. I don’t know why this Mukul sold off this priceless copy but I am glad that he did. It was a miracle. Mr Ray lives on and still manages to delight his readers.
Off the mark: Forecasting is best left to professional agencies in private sector
It is time for the government to consider getting out of forecasting and leaving it to the pros. Forecasting forms an integral part of decision making in any organisation, especially if it has a client base of 1.2 billion. The Indian government has proved its efficacy in getting incorrect forecasting on a consistent basis.
Let us look at inflation first. Even if we keep aside a fact that the over-hyped figure has a very limited influence in our daily lives, it is interesting that the government even manages to estimate it incorrectly on a regular basis.
Another crucial area where forecasting is the key is weather. ‘Met gets it wrong, monsoon delayed’ is a headline that we encounter quite often. The excuse often sounds like “although IMD had prepared this year’s forecast over Kerala on the basis of improved statistical models applying six predictors, ground stations from the southern state have not reported favourably”. In a nation where majority of our population stares at the sky to find out whether they will survive this season, predicting the monsoon incorrectly failing to identify a possible drought can and has been very costly. And we all are aware of how monsoon impacts the farmers directly and the consumers indirectly, in the form of food price inflation. Thus a wrong Met prediction leads to wrong food price inflation estimation and the cycle goes on.
We totally agree that in weather, tiny differences in input could quickly become overwhelming differences in output, something called The Butterfly Effect—the notion that a butterfly stirring the air today in Tokyo can transform storm systems next month in Manhattan. But isn’t that why the taxpaying common man is paying through his nose for the supercomputers and the ‘superbrains’?
The irony is that almost every department has its own forecasting team comprising eminent statisticians and economists. The decisions that are taken by the government, which determines our fate, are solely based on these projections and they are at times way beyond the accepted level of statistical error of 5 per cent. The performance of our five-year plans is a clear indication of the potency of our forecasting prowess. Although you may wonder how is it possible to have a five-year planning process along with a market economy, let us not get into that. Even if we look at the government’s annual budget estimates, the poor marksmanship is obvious at the end of the year on a regular basis.
Business organisations that have a big stake in getting accurate forecasting in areas of their interest increasingly rely on private and paid sources rather than on free public data.
The time has come for the government to realise that forecasting is a professional job, which is best outsourced to forecasting agencies. Collecting data in a vast country of great diversity and 1.21 billion people it is not easy and government agencies such as the CSO, which collects national accounting and industrial production statistics, and RGI, responsible for conducting Census of India every 10 years, are doing a fine job on that front. However, they are not so proficient when it comes to forecasting key numbers. While data collection and population enumeration has to remain with the government departments and data made available in public domain, forecasting should be left to professional agencies which have to compete and be accountable to their paying clients, including the government, for the accuracy of their forecasts. Public policies and programmes would stand to gain the most if forecasting is on the mark.
Off the mark: Forecasting is best left to professional agencies in private sector
It is time for the government to consider getting out of forecasting and leaving it to the pros. Forecasting forms an integral part of decision making in any organisation, especially if it has a client base of 1.2 billion. The Indian government has proved its efficacy in getting incorrect forecasting on a consistent basis.
Let us look at inflation first. Even if we keep aside a fact that the over-hyped figure has a very limited influence in our daily lives, it is interesting that the government even manages to estimate it incorrectly on a regular basis.
Another crucial area where forecasting is the key is weather. ‘Met gets it wrong, monsoon delayed’ is a headline that we encounter quite often. The excuse often sounds like “although IMD had prepared this year’s forecast over Kerala on the basis of improved statistical models applying six predictors, ground stations from the southern state have not reported favourably”. In a nation where majority of our population stares at the sky to find out whether they will survive this season, predicting the monsoon incorrectly failing to identify a possible drought can and has been very costly. And we all are aware of how monsoon impacts the farmers directly and the consumers indirectly, in the form of food price inflation. Thus a wrong Met prediction leads to wrong food price inflation estimation and the cycle goes on.
We totally agree that in weather, tiny differences in input could quickly become overwhelming differences in output, something called The Butterfly Effect—the notion that a butterfly stirring the air today in Tokyo can transform storm systems next month in Manhattan. But isn’t that why the taxpaying common man is paying through his nose for the supercomputers and the ‘superbrains’?
The irony is that almost every department has its own forecasting team comprising eminent statisticians and economists. The decisions that are taken by the government, which determines our fate, are solely based on these projections and they are at times way beyond the accepted level of statistical error of 5 per cent. The performance of our five-year plans is a clear indication of the potency of our forecasting prowess. Although you may wonder how is it possible to have a five-year planning process along with a market economy, let us not get into that. Even if we look at the government’s annual budget estimates, the poor marksmanship is obvious at the end of the year on a regular basis.
Business organisations that have a big stake in getting accurate forecasting in areas of their interest increasingly rely on private and paid sources rather than on free public data.
The time has come for the government to realise that forecasting is a professional job, which is best outsourced to forecasting agencies. Collecting data in a vast country of great diversity and 1.21 billion people it is not easy and government agencies such as the CSO, which collects national accounting and industrial production statistics, and RGI, responsible for conducting Census of India every 10 years, are doing a fine job on that front. However, they are not so proficient when it comes to forecasting key numbers. While data collection and population enumeration has to remain with the government departments and data made available in public domain, forecasting should be left to professional agencies which have to compete and be accountable to their paying clients, including the government, for the accuracy of their forecasts. Public policies and programmes would stand to gain the most if forecasting is on the mark.
Anything for MIB
Moving to a new city is never easy. You have to get used to a new set of unwritten codes that define every city. And ‘neighbour laws’ play a very important part in that. Your neighbour-onomics determines the future of peace in your house. You are lucky if it is rented as you can leave anytime, and ‘god have mercy’ if you have bought.
Till date, I have maintained a very safe distance from all my neighbours, without exception and across geographies, to avoid any unwarranted issues. After moving to the capital, I naturally followed the same law.
Things seemed okay until I realised that India might bring home the World Cup and my TV was still in transit.
I didn’t mind not having a TV as long Sri Lanka was holding fort and things were looking pretty dismal after Sachin and Sehwag walked back to the pavilion. But, hell broke loose when Dhoni started turning the match around. And the only thing I could hear was my neighbours cheering for India and screaming on every single, leave out fours and sixes, with a decibel level well above 65. I started frantically calling my friends for the score. But then, as true friends, they switched off their mobiles. I was helpless, asking God ‘why me?’.
My neighbours cheered again. I shot out of my house and rang the doorbell. I didn’t know their names and even before saying hello I asked for the score. However, they were sweet enough to tolerate my intrusion and invited me to watch last few overs.
Together we saw Dhoni leading the country towards making history. We cursed every dot ball, cheered every run and when India won, we screamed with joy, just like a family. Instead of champagne, we celebrated with family pack of a cola.
If cricket can bring two hitherto unknown neighbours closer, what can it do to the country? I saw what it did to the nation in the papers the next morning.
Cricket makes us crazy. We love the game so much that we can do things that we normally wouldn’t even think of doing.
It certainly taught me that you can’t have fixed rules in life.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
The futility of strategy
We always want to be in control. Always informed. Strategy makes us feel in control of the future. Typically, in a strategy we consider all the possible outcomes and the possible ways to tackle them. For people like us who have fallen in love with an Indian game called chess since our childhood, strategizing is our favourite pastime. And we feel proud about our mastery is making strategies.
However, I have realized that no matter how much you try to assess the future, the uncertainly will always remain. A simple example will illustrate what I mean. Suppose you have a job offer and you are also wanted by your current employer. You will spend an inordinate amount of time thinking, even before it is materialsed, about everything you can do to use it.
What a waste of time if you die tomorrow. Just imagine, the last day of your life you have spent sitting and thinking about things that aren’t there and not enjoying what you have. Neither have you enjoyed your offer, nor have you enjoyed your work place, which you might be leaving pretty soon. And leave along the fact that you forgot about spending time with your wife or girlfriend because you are busy strategizing.
Poor you.
It is wise to accept and to enjoy. In this case, your wife or girlfriend, your offer and the last days in your office and may be the expression on your boss’s face—in that order.
I know it is easier said than done, but no harm giving it a shot.
However, I have realized that no matter how much you try to assess the future, the uncertainly will always remain. A simple example will illustrate what I mean. Suppose you have a job offer and you are also wanted by your current employer. You will spend an inordinate amount of time thinking, even before it is materialsed, about everything you can do to use it.
What a waste of time if you die tomorrow. Just imagine, the last day of your life you have spent sitting and thinking about things that aren’t there and not enjoying what you have. Neither have you enjoyed your offer, nor have you enjoyed your work place, which you might be leaving pretty soon. And leave along the fact that you forgot about spending time with your wife or girlfriend because you are busy strategizing.
Poor you.
It is wise to accept and to enjoy. In this case, your wife or girlfriend, your offer and the last days in your office and may be the expression on your boss’s face—in that order.
I know it is easier said than done, but no harm giving it a shot.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Basu's legacy--a remittance city of joy
I regret the death of Jyoti Basu. Because he should have lived a little longer to see the dethroning of CPI-M form West Bengal. Unfortunately, I can't say I am exited about the party that is likely to take over the reins either.
It took Basu decades to make West Bengal and more so Calcutta, what it has become today:
1. It has no industry left, so economic growth is "high hopes", thanks to CPI-M's rotten, dated, obsolete, and bad policies
2. Even if the Red Brigade wants to mend its ways now, The Grassroot Opposition will not let industry come in because of political agenda.
3. And no industry means no jobs for the service-sector dominated economy
4. In Calcutta, lets face it, farming opportunities are limited.
Therefore, very soon, if not already, West Bengal will become a remittance economy and Calcutta -- a remittance city of joy (or joke).
The lakhs of graduates and thousands postgraduates that the city/state rolls out every year only find employment, albeit skilled, outside the premises of the state.
What Middle East or US or UK is to India , Mumbai , Delhi or Bangalore is to West Bengal--source of remittance.
And very soon Calcutta will be an old-age home, a place to retire, obviously because you can't work there.
I think that's what late Mr Basu had in his mind.
I wanted him to die a little later because that day is not very far.
I regret his early demise.
It took Basu decades to make West Bengal and more so Calcutta, what it has become today:
1. It has no industry left, so economic growth is "high hopes", thanks to CPI-M's rotten, dated, obsolete, and bad policies
2. Even if the Red Brigade wants to mend its ways now, The Grassroot Opposition will not let industry come in because of political agenda.
3. And no industry means no jobs for the service-sector dominated economy
4. In Calcutta, lets face it, farming opportunities are limited.
Therefore, very soon, if not already, West Bengal will become a remittance economy and Calcutta -- a remittance city of joy (or joke).
The lakhs of graduates and thousands postgraduates that the city/state rolls out every year only find employment, albeit skilled, outside the premises of the state.
What Middle East or US or UK is to India , Mumbai , Delhi or Bangalore is to West Bengal--source of remittance.
And very soon Calcutta will be an old-age home, a place to retire, obviously because you can't work there.
I think that's what late Mr Basu had in his mind.
I wanted him to die a little later because that day is not very far.
I regret his early demise.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Life's Funny
Whenever you want something very badly, life inevitable makes you wait, and wait and wait a little longer till you lose interest completely. That's life. The fun part is you end up getting it after you no longer yearn for it. That's also life.
I am not complaining, on the contrary, I find it funny sometimes. After spending sleepless nights there comes a point where you realise you won't get what you wanted so badly, at least not now. In despair you take refuge in spiritualism and tell yourself that what you wanted the most was just Maya and nothing will happen if you don't get it.
Knowing fully well that you are bullshitting yourself you temporarily slip into a state of mind where you find solace in a world without what you wanted so badly even a moment back.
And when you are done with reconciliation, spirits, Maya, then suddenly one fine day you have it. You don't long for it anymore, neither do you know what to do with it and most importantly whether to take it in the first place. You have no value for it.
They say you can only value something when you have no attachment with it, you don't desire it you don't yearn for it. I find it hard to believe but may be their claim to sainthood lies in explaining something that's really weird.
Life's funny.
I am not complaining, on the contrary, I find it funny sometimes. After spending sleepless nights there comes a point where you realise you won't get what you wanted so badly, at least not now. In despair you take refuge in spiritualism and tell yourself that what you wanted the most was just Maya and nothing will happen if you don't get it.
Knowing fully well that you are bullshitting yourself you temporarily slip into a state of mind where you find solace in a world without what you wanted so badly even a moment back.
And when you are done with reconciliation, spirits, Maya, then suddenly one fine day you have it. You don't long for it anymore, neither do you know what to do with it and most importantly whether to take it in the first place. You have no value for it.
They say you can only value something when you have no attachment with it, you don't desire it you don't yearn for it. I find it hard to believe but may be their claim to sainthood lies in explaining something that's really weird.
Life's funny.
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