Hermit at the office

An interesting thought crossed my mind when the speakers started talking about their ‘past experience’ in the orientation program at my college. ( well yeah I’m back in the class room.. so you can expect more posts from me.. or lets see) they all said, I have 15 years experience in corporate world, I’ve learnt things for 30 years in a Bank or I have 6, 10, 12 years experience in the teaching profession . I said OK.

After a while it just occurred, if I do a BA in 5 years or an MBBS in 8 years or an MBA in 4 years, does that mean I know better than my friends who passed out in 2 years? No right? It means I was a poor student and I have less to credit myself. Here, more is less. But while speaking of work experience, more is more. Does it really have to be that way?

Why can I not learn how things done in 2 years? Or say 3 or 5 max… why do I have to do the same job for 10, 15 or 30 years to know all about it? Does that mean whatever I am doing each day is so less that I need to spend a long time to learn what I actually call my job? On the one side we are sacrificing so much in the name of work and then we realize that we have done and learnt so little then where’s the point of taking up such a job? Or living such a life??

If you are interested in collecting a vast experience base spanning over years then you’re aim is not to be the owner or leader of your business, it is simply to be the hermit, a hermit who has seen a lot of success over time and has learnt a lot, but only to end up as an old hermit with stories of his glorious past.  

Well, my regular readers might be thinking why the sudden change in attitude… well I just feel that if you are training me to run in a rat race, then stop feeding me tales of the hermitage on the hill and teach me how to run faster! Thank you very much!

Made in India, Banned in China

I woke up early to wish my sister on her birthday. The day also brought about one of those days when I’m early to office. Well, on time actually. The Wednesday started early, and there were few mails that caught my interest; except the one from a colleague from the China office.  The Chinese Had visited India a few days ago and I had actually managed to get close enough to be able to ask them to open my blog after they got back to China. I had always wanted page views from China. Ever since the rise of India and China cliché, I had my eyes set on China and well, getting Chinese eyes on my blog was also important.

Hi H,

Bad news for you, your blog is also banned in China. :(

Regards,

SY

  The first reaction was fear. Have I don’t something wrong? Have I written something bad? Am I in trouble? I was scared. But I hadn’t written anything about China at all. In the Anty Life post, I remember saying “But isn’t China doing good?” and that was the only time I had ever used the word! Why would you ban me? I recently wrote a post onPakistan, but that was also promoting Peace. Maybe the Chinese don’t want India and Pakistan to be in peace :P Thinking more, I remembered the Rich andResponsible Posts, where I had again mentioned China, but it was a post against America, or rather against Obama, did the Chinese like Obama? Everyone knows China has a lot of Forex and export business with USA, so maybe they don’t want their people to see me talk bad about USA. 

 

After the first few minutes of fear passed, I felt happy and even started to feel a little proud. I had caught the eyes of the Chinese after all. My posts got to China! Wow that sounds so awesome! I’m actually a banned author! People would use proxy servers! search for me on Google and Twitter! And wait for me to make posts on other underground sites and blogs! I’m a banned author! So exhilarating! 

Then I suddenly remembered there was no twitter in China! SY and AC had told us a little about China, there was no facebook, no twitter, no self-owned homes and no one cared if your house came in between a road widening project. It goes down! It takes a hundred years to take down a stray temple in the center of the road in India, leave alone houses! Why temple? even a cud chewing cow is stronger than a honking Million Rupee SUV!

‘Do you have strikes in China?’ I asked AC over some tea on their last day in India. 

He said, ‘oh no no!’

‘There are never strikes in China. You can do Strike if you want, but you will be thrown in prison, maybe forever.’

The four of us had a hearty laugh, but fell silent. All of us thinking why we laughed. 

This memory of banning, censoring and silencing came back when I was told I was banned in China. So like any other smart person, I Googled:

Why is my blog banned in China?

There were many results and a link to Wikipedia read, list of sites blocked in China. I hit it and saw some really good sites, facebook, twitter, youtube, Pikasa were all blocked in China! The number 13 on the list shot down my snout and showed me why my Blog is banned. It’s not me… it’s the whole of Blogspot!

Kill Better Than Cure

A fortnight before his 25^th Birthday, Kasab is hit by the news of his Death Sentence being upheld by the Supreme Court of India. Ajmal Kasab was the only one to be caught alive of the 10 member terrorist group who spray painted Mumbai in blood. This attack not only made us aware of what terrorists can do but also raised serious question on the Homeland Security of India. An act of waging war resulted in a Death Penalty for the only serving disoriented youth turned jihadi born in Pakistan.  

 This was more than well received by the people of India. The country rejoiced as it finally became apparent that India is ready to deliver harsh punishments to those who pose threat to the integrity of this great land. The Economist once said that the 26/11 trial will be a test of the Indian judiciary and the resolve of the people of India; if they meant pronouncing a death sentence as the great test then we have passed. People of India majorly have also accepted and applauded the SC’s call. People like Raj Thakare have even gone so far as to distribute sweets and call it a day of celebration. And in a country as democratic as India there are people who opposed the death sentence. 

Not surprisingly, there are NGO’s, activists, past court judges, and the so called intellectuals who are against the death penalty. Firstpost made an informative post that meandered about the idea of death penalty. It spoke of how India is one among the few nations that still administer execution as a punishment. At the same time the post also spoke of how difficult it is to kill convicts. The stats said that in the past 17 years only 1 convict has been executed while there are still more than 300 convicts on the death roll. 

All this is fine. Facts, numbers and stories speak the truth. India is weak in killing people, It does take a long time for our courts to move cases and we really have spent more than 50 crores for Kasab’s super security jail where he ate Biriyani twice a day. But what of him??

It’s very true that he is a terrorist who attacked India and all that is Indian, and we have spent a lot of money on him, he has stayed in jails for almost 4 years and had ‘Biriyani’. But does that mean he wanted this? Can you imagine how it must be to be caught in a prison was something like a terrorist attack? Receiving all those methods of physical and mental torture in the prisons (which of course doesn’t come out in the media) being disowned by his country, his parents and everything that he considered his must have played something on his head. How must it feel when no one knows what you feel inside and then come out and make comments, rejoice and celebrate something about you without knowing how you’ve felt. 

It reminds me of my placement season in college. The placements were in full force. Companies kept flying in every day and almost everyone in the college had at least 1 job offer by the end of the first month. As the second and third months rolled on, my close friends, not so close ones, everyone had a job and some 2 or 3, but I had nothing in hand, I hadn’t even been able to attend interviews thanks to my root burrowing marks.  Depression, deprivation, lowliness, loneliness and a few other ness-es crowded my life and I was a walking dead in a world full of opportunities. And finally at the fag end of the placement season, I found a job that suited me and incidentally it was the first company to announce the joining date. As months passed and everyone had joined work, we met once at college and everyone kept telling me how lucky I was to be the first one to start working, and how I ‘hit’ a jackpot in the end… well it wasn’t hard to smile at them but it was hard for me to tell them how much mental and emotional stress I had been in while they were boasting and toasting their placements oblivious to my sorrow. 

The same is what I saw when Veerappan, the Elephant Ivory and Sandalwood thief and the much feared dacoit in the woods of Karnataka and Tamil Nadu was killed in an encounter with the Veerappan Special Task force in the October of 2004.  As the people of Karnataka and Tamil Nadu celebrated the death of the dacoit, his family and thousands of forest dwellers mourned his death. It is also reported that thousands of people were gathered for his funeral. And on the other side there were people like us rejoicing his death. I ask you here, is it so hard to stay neutral? Empathise a little, people like Veerappan or Kasab might be bad, but they’re humans too.

Coming to Kasab, in some interrogations, he has switched sides, and the police express their shock at this. It is reported that Kasab said that his operators offered money and security to his family, and if the India Police did the same, he was ready to work for them as well. There are also outcomes in the interrogations that suggest Kasab had noidea what was there in the Quran, on being asked about it, he only spoke of Jihad, and only a few high sounding lines at that. I wouldn’t be surprised if Kasab chose death over a painful half-life.

I’m not supporting Kasab, and I am definitely not against his death. I’m just saying kill him fast. Finish the cursed case. He might just be a juvenile well-meaning for his family, or he might be a deadly terrorist, but he wronged. And for this he must be punished. Kill him, but don’t keep his body and mind in a place where no one wants him, don’t let him go mad, don’t torture him with uncertainty. Give him death, not cruelty.  

  

Nine Over Mine

The breezy Wednesday morning had more to offer than just blowing air and ice cold water in the tap. The first smiles of the morning were delivered when I saw my nine year old cousin’s name in my inbox. There was a mail from my aunt, who wished to share her son’s first article in the papers with me. 

My cousin Sanath is a 9 year old school going child who likes playing Cricket and is a huge fan of Rajini Kanth. He loves Tamil movies and songs, and off late has found a liking for the Kannada movies of Puneet Raj Kumar. 

Being born in a family of teachers and administrators, Sanath is insistent on solving problems.

HOW I COPE

I worry that my teacher will shout at me if I do not take the books correctly. Therefore, I have made it a habit to check twice that I have kept the books correctly as per the time table.

When I get very angry or irritated, I follow my grandmother’s advice to drink two glasses of water. I also try to figure out if I am hungry and if this is true, I eat something. Many times, I feel my anger goes away along with my hunger.

Sometimes, I feel stressed before the final exams and at such times, I pray and this helps me to calm down. 

Whenever anything happens that makes me feel very bad, I talk to someone – my mother, father or grandmothers, about it depending on who is there at that time. Also, I try to keep in mind what my mother always tells me when I get upset about something: “For everything, there is always a solution. All you have to do is remember this and think calmly.”

~ Sanath

The write talks about coping with problems from a 9 year old’s point of view, but it makes sense to all. The point Sanath makes in his write is to seek help.

If only our pride grew shorter with age…

Timepass for real??

The name of this blog, Dr Timepass was something I came up in my first year college for a nerd band, we thought it was geeky enough and also had a little word play involved. We thought Time would eventually pass and swallow if not solve everything.  It’s not much, but if you had academic and romantic setbacks early in college, then this line can mean a lot. We would live strong thinking about the future; thinking that these times would just pass.  

Can time really heal? I always doubted.

Most of my learning and revelation happens at work, a certain Wednesday of March 2012 was something similar. The wooden wall décor in the meeting room of 8^th floor reminded me of a bed time story my father would tell me when I was little. 

I’ll try to keep it short :D

The story is of a young boy. He was a very mischievous and rather rough sort of a kid. He would fight with his friends at school, knock things off shelves in grocery stores and things like that. His father would be badly hurt by the complaints brought by the other people in the neighborhood. But he never raised his voice to scold or yell at his son. Instead, he went to the market and got a plank of plywood and a hundred iron nails. He called his son and explained.

‘Look son, every time I get a complaint from someone I will hammer a nail into this board and at the end of the week, you can come see how many complaints I got and decide what you want to do about it’

The son being his rough and unruly-self walked out not bothering about it.

As days turned into weeks, the father would do his hammering of nails as the complaints increased. The boy never came and saw the plank. 

After a few months, the father was shocked and hurt to see that the plank was full of nails, and his son had never once come to see the plank.

The father went to his son and called him to see the plank. On seeing the wooden plank packed with hard iron nails something struck in him.

He would eventually realize his bad deeds and turn to the ways of good. His father would then tell the boy that it was never late to correct his mistakes and tell the boy that he would remove a nail whenever someone came around to praise the boy.

So, in time the boy turned to the ways of being good and earned a lot of love and respect. His father would also be happy on receiving praises of his son and would remove a nail each time.

When all the nails were removed of the plank, the boy stood by his father proud chested and asked what his father thought of him now. The father being a man of intellect, told him 

‘Observe closely, all the nails have been pulled out, but have the holes been filled?’

The boy would hang his head and then look up in remorse. 

‘What is once done cannot be undone. No matter how hard you try, the holes cannot be refilled.’

It brings us back to Dr Timepass. Is it really impossible to fill some holes? Does that mean the phrase “time heals” is bull crap? 

Ah time, so fascinating, so frightening, and so precious. I just wish I have enough time to fill those holes.