Friday, October 20, 2006

Once upon a time in India

Let me take you back in time by some 20 years. Those were the time we used to countdown to diwali at least some 40 days before Deepavali (Diwali, as called by us) day.

“The first of the “getting-readies” being getting our new clothes stitched. In my small town, there is this tailor my father has patronized and he is the “Reid & Taylor” of our town. Getting clothes stitched from him is something like getting it done directly by Giovanni "Gianni" Versace. He stops taking orders 15 days before Deepavali because of delivery pressures. Only my father has the privilege of giving his clothes for stitching to him 3 days before and he promptly gives it back on time for Deepavali though our stiched clothes come home at least 10 days before. All through these 10 days, trying them once (without spoiling the so called crease) is an everyday ritual we gladly follow.

Next is buying the “phatakas”. During the budget session, I fight with my dad for a budget of Rs 300 allocated for my crackers and my father refuses saying that’s too much. (Remember, that’s quite a lot of money some 20 years back and we could even challenge the Koreans with the quantity of explosives it could buy). But when we have actually gone to the shop to buy them, my dad ended up buying cracker for around Rs 500 (& that could ban us under possession of weapons of mass destructions these days).

Now the sweet part…. A town hall meet is called to decide on the sweets & Kaara my mom needs to prepare. The possible candidates have sweets like Mysore pak, Rava Laadu, Boondhi Laadu, Cashew Burfi, Coconut Burfi, Jelebi, Jaangiri, Gulab Jaamoon and kaaras like ribbon pakoda (or tape as it’s called in some parts), Murukku, Kaara boondhi, Mixture, etc. We need to vote for 2 of each and believe me my mom prepares the best of sweets and kaaras (it’s not the “getting seasoned to one’s mother’s cooking” thing). And the whole process starts with the preparation of “Deepavali laegiyum” (which ensures nothing happens to you due to over eating and some of my cousins over eat these laegiyum itself) followed by the preparation of the voted sweets and kaaras.

On the eve of Deepavali, mom puts a spot of turmeric on all our new clothes. The scent of the new clothes mixed with the whiff of turmeric is something I cannot explain in mere words; it’s heavenly. My sister gets “marudaani” (Mehndi) done on her hands and I used to get it done till I realized one day that’s not boyz stuff. Of course, we sample the crackers before hitting the bed. I then doze off with a great feeling of coming within hours reach from laying my hands on the new clothes, crackers, sweets and kaaras. At 0430 my mom wakes us up while preparing the breakfast and all the things required for the pooja (I am the last one to get up in our 4 members family). My dad literally drags me out of my bed with an “atom bomb” (the green threaded stuff which could tear your ear drums off) in his hand. My dad now makes the atom bomb safer for me by removing the paper from the tip as to make the fire reach the cracker slowly) and hands over the ‘mattipaal’ (a thick agarbatti) to me. My sleep continues till the fire stick is handed over to me and all of a sudden my face brightens up as I realize “It’s Deepavali”. That first bomb normally serves as the wake up call for our neighbors and my dad takes me inside the house after 2 or 3 of them, telling me we will burst them later.

Mom puts a lot of oil on my head which normally starts with making 7 dots of oil on my thigh (something to do with traditions and so I am not getting into the why’s of that) which I count aloud and along. After bathing, we row up in the Pooja room and I eagerly look forward for my new, fresh, crisp and the most favorite (as of that day and for another week) outfit in my hands as I can now wear them for more than the trial 5 minutes. We, now in our new clothes, have our special breakfast which normally has Idly, Vada, Kesari, Pongal, Sambar, Coconut Chatni and the special sweet of the day. After my breakfast, I go out on to the street for a roll call while my mom’s preparing for the lunch. This walk is something close to the ramp walk as I exhibit my new outfit to my peers (and I wonder how my costume turned out to be the best, always). By the time I get back, my father’s ready with his scooter and I get in front through his hands while my mom and sister take the pillion (Indian efficiency) for our trip to the temple near by. By the time we are back, the entire neighborhood has finished bursting their crackers and going on their final ‘tip’s and ‘tap’s with the dots. We get into the house to change into our “cracker” suit (some old wear on which we don’t mind getting the spark marks) as we need to wear our new attire to school on our first working day after Deepavali. Now it’s show time. We get onto the street as lone warriors & start bursting our crackers while the over enthusiastic neighbors who have finished their stock could do nothing but watch our solo performance. Man, I feel I am the most powerful person on earth as the entire street has turned into our envious spectators. When I get tired of my free spectators, I get into the house, wash and get ready for a sumptuous meal my mom has prepared. That would be a 5 course meal with a-z sub courses. Now it’s time to receive some guests and exchange sweets. At about 4 we start getting ready for the evening show and it ends up with a nice little dinner. When the day gets over, I retire with heavy heart (“gonna miss something precious” types) as I have to wait for another 365 days before I could get another day like this”.

All I do these days is to get up (probably at 8 being a holiday), have my coffee and lock myself in front of the idiot box watching all the “gr8” interviews by stars of the tinsel town, watch the “first time in the history of small screens” movie and push the day through.

Man, where have those beautiful, innocent days gone? I hope to repeat my childhood Deepavali at least once in the coming years.

Anyway, I wish you all a very happy & safe Diwali.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

The Human Mind!!!!


Courtesy: Reader's Digest

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Smokin'....Som'bodhy Sthop Me!!!!

It was about 10 in the morning in UK when I felt bored ogling at my dear monitor and tired of not seeing any online buddies. I had a dilemma whether to take a break for a smoke or not. When I pulled out my cigarette pack, I was shocked to see it empty and that’s exactly when my mind had “clearly” decided to have one. My office was in a place out of civilization, probably at the end of world. I walked out of the office to find a vending machine that could dispense my much needed pack of nicotine sticks. Alas! They didn't have any. I decided to check with a friendly colleague on where could I find one. She drew the map to the “nearest” shopping center which was about 3KM or 15 minutes of undisturbed walking. Hey, that’s my month’s quota of walking in Bangalore. When I started to wonder if I should walk down or stay put,  I heard the little devil in my head say “you better walk. After all, I wasn't asking for it until you made me think about it”.

So, I decided to walk it. As I stepped out of the office all I could see was endless trace of roads that would probably take me to the end of life to attain salvation. At that point in time, it was my road to salvation. So I walked on the pedestrian lane with the map in my hand expecting the nearest shop to move nearer to me. I walked into this beautiful residential area which looked like it’s been built for the sake of building it and not for living. I saw not a single soul, living or dead, through out my journey (3KM a way, is definitely a journey for me) looking out for my “Doop” sticks. Often I used to think what if I were the last person in this otherwise inhabited world. Believe me, it sucks. At least now I know I would reach a human who would pass my day’s quota of tar & carbon monoxide nicely wrapped in sheets of paper, packed together, for a loss of few M-Vitamins from me.

Finally I reached my destination & my face brightened to see an array of packs on the rack. Now I am confused about which one to buy as I couldn't see the one I wanted. I reached out for my wallet and told the counter person to hand me the brand which I could recognize. I need to pay £ 5.6 for a 20’s pack of B&H. That money would buy me my two week supplies back home in India. But who bothers about that when I could then embrace the Golden pack which would give me 100 minutes of mental peace and reduce my living in this funny world by 40 minutes. (This reminds me of a joke, which I would write down on my post script). Pulled my first cigarette out to enjoy the first five minutes of peace of mind just to realize that I did not have my effing lighter and I could find no body in that horizon, leave alone a fellow smoker. I had to defer my blissful moment by another 15 minutes as I needed to reach the office to pull my “old sparkie” to light up my cigarette and my mind. Walking all the way back to the office felt much longer than 15 minutes though I could reach in about 13 minutes.

I pulled my lighter out and ran out to the smoking area. Lit my Cigi and took a deep drag which filled my mind, body and soul. Wow! What a relief!! Now I am done with my Cigi and it’s time for me throw the fag end of this brown and white fellow, burnt and shrunken to an unusable state. Just then I thought, Instead of throwing it down, would take it home, frame it and hang it on my wall just to remind me of the ordeal I had gone through to get it. Then I thought of letting it go as I have 19 of its siblings waiting for me to burn them down and if required, could take one of them for the frame.

Suddenly the so far fast asleep “angel” ME came out of his deep slumber and said “Hey dude, you were supposed to quit smoking by this day! What are you doing with that new pack?” All I could tell him is to wait until I finish this pack. Hey folks, got to go as the 19th one is calling me out.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Life………….

Most often than not, we come across questions like “where do you live?” “What do you do for living?”

When I sit back and think, there are these basic questions which haunt me…

Do I really live or am I a mere survivor?
What is my understanding of life? Live In Frustration for Ever?!?!?

Is life too simple to remain simple or is it simply complex? Is it too unfathomable?

Is the reality what we understand really real or is there some thing more real than the reality we perceive? Is the so called harsh reality really harsh or we perceive them to be harsh as it does not suit us or our wisdom?

If Life is too wonderful to be spent worrying, why are we constantly looking out for problems and wait for them to turn into happiness to enjoy them? Do I really need to go through blindness to understand the beauty of vision? Why aren’t we happy? If we think we are, are we?

Ignorance is bliss. Hence growing up is always a punishment as we tend to get into the illusion of knowledge.

Are we living in a matrix of illusion? Is life a continuous dream and when we die here we wake up some where else & get into another dream?

I bet life is a paradox.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Peptides............

There’s a part in our brain called the hypothalamus, which is like a mini factory assembling certain chemicals that matches certain emotions that we experience. And those particular chemicals are called "peptides".

In the hypothalamus, we take small-chain proteins called peptides and we assemble them into certain neuropeptides or neurohormones that match the emotional states that we experience on a daily basis. So there are chemicals for anger, and there are chemicals for sadness, and there are chemicals for victimization. There are chemicals for lust. There’s a chemical that matches every emotional state that we experience.

And the moment that we experience that emotional state in our body or in our brain that hypothalamus will immediately assemble the peptide and then releases it through the pituitary into the bloodstream. The moment it makes it into the bloodstream it finds its way to different centers or different parts of the body. Now, every single cell in the body has these receptors on the outside. One cell can have thousands of receptors studding its surface, kind of opening up to the outside world. And when a peptide docks on a cell it literally, like a key going into a lock, sits on the receptor surface and attaches to it, and kind of moves the receptor. And kind of like a doorbell buzzing, sends a signal into the cell.

A receptor that has a peptide sitting in it changes the cell in many ways. It sets off a whole cascade of biochemical events, some of which wind up with changes in the actual nucleus of the cell. Each cell is definitely alive. Each cell has a consciousness, particularly if we define consciousness as the point of view of an observer. There is always the perspective of the cell. In fact, the cell is the smallest unit of consciousness in the body.
Now keep your receptors on for my peptides........