April 29, 2008

I have partially got the hang of blogging now. It is not very difficult even for a reticent person like me. I would love to add many more sections like music, travel etc. I have to still learn to get people into reading my blog,of course if they find it intersting :-) and then get their reactions.

So, anybody out there ? You are free to post your reactions

Yoga Year

A few months ago, the Madhya Pradesh govt. introduced Yoga in the schools. I viewed this as a positive development. In these days of adult diseases among children like obesity, stress, diabetes etc. a healthy start to the day at least in schools was a great idea. Moreover, the whole world has adopted India's ancient way of healthy living. In fact I was surprised to see that America is celebrating 2008 as the "Yoga Year". In Doha, the education council has started a campaign to increase the questioning mentality of its population aptly named 'Ever Wondered'. And, Yoga was the first of its features.So, this form goes past the boundaries of strict religion.

What does India do at this announcement ? As everything today, it created a controversy. And soon this initiative was made optional. The various Chinese & Japanese forms like Karate & currently Tai Chi have been accepted readily in our soceity but something which is indigenous knowledge is being debated on whether all sections of people can practise yoga.

April 25, 2008

DAWN

How do I select the best
Sunrise I have seen
Classify it in degrees
of pleasure given me ?
Or sing superlatives
new to every morn?

Enchanted I was, one dawn,
At the strips of orange
as coconut trunks and fronds
made him peep at me.

On another, I saw him plainly,
Over the city space
Another day to be,
up, alive and about.

Glowing and fresh he has been
after a twelve hour rest
hazy too sometimes
A night of sleep disturbed.

Perfect circle he is
a border well-defined
smudged face otherwise
fading into, behind.

To the critics-Not a perfect poem,
inconsistent syllables too,
But it is one from the heart
of a sun worshipper true.

cheer leaders expose culture dilemma

The IPL cricket tournament is sure generating more HEAT in the Indian Summer in every sense of the term. Fireworks, Bombshells, International cricketeers and of course cricket itself.

Yesterday, the ministers in Mumbai at last had enough of the blatant body display and spoke their mind to the press. They want this to be stopped. Well, it was to be expected. I was wondering at the delay in this protest.

Even though an ordinary Indian is bombarded with lude and nude dances from films and albums. It must be a different matter for them to see these bosomy, white dancers in flesh !and so much of it ! At every venue,I'm sure the men must be rushing to catch the front row seats.

Can you blame them ? Even today most of India' women are clad from head to toe. Now the spectators can sing the popular song from Guru " Ek Lo , Ek Muft" , the English translation in this context being "Buy Ticket for Cricket and get a freeshow" , loudly.

Now what do our know it all newsreaders do? They are all excited. To them any dissent towards Art, Movies etc in the name of culture is like a personal barb. Yesterday, the NDTV newsreader made this statement after reading this particular news about the cheerleaders, he said "What is Indian Culture ?" in a most sarcastic tone & laugh.
Have these 30+ snobs been imported from some other country ?Why do they make a mockery of anything traditional or ancient or historical? Oh ! they are a global channel and I think the rules for broadcasting are that they have to denounce these and glorify everything modern. Is'nt there a middle path ?
India has gone this far today because of her traditional and cultural strength . I'm sure she will survive the current, brash set of news men/women who are and want to be Global Citizens rather than Indians and are trying to influence the youth in being the same.

April 23, 2008

Continuing my topic on the construction going on here,
A few days ago,I was standing with my son in front of our building to see him off to school. In front, there is a smalll plot which looks to be the site of another building. Almost all the empty space in front is gone & in place stands blocks of apartments. I am sure a person in one can shake the hands of another through the window.
My son made these hypothecations. He said that if we were in India, the children could have got together to sign a letter to Dr. Abdul Kalam and if he were the president he would have surely responded by constructing parks everywhere for children !
India's former president sure has made an impact on children as a person who could get things done.

View


                                                       The Corniche View from terrace

When I came here 2 yrs ago, a view from the terrace of our 5 storied building was a pleasing one. To the east, there were the beautiful villas spread out with lots of greenery in every compound. Looking even further, I could glimpse stretches of sand with dotted with desert plants.

Today, all this has been obscured by buildings. They are built in such a manner that the only open area is the entrance which also doubles up as the parking lot and that too only for a few cars(the rest have to be parked on the road).People cannot even take a walk around the building. Children ? Well, it does'nt matter to anyone that they have to be cooped up in the house all day. Maybe this is the case of developing cities everywhere.

Luckily, I still have my view to the North East spanning the Corniche`, and the changing colours of the water in the bay. This soothing experience may be taken away as I see a huge trench(for a foundation, obviously) being dug up nearby.

April 22, 2008

Journeying through life, imagine you are at a traffic signal which has just turned red. You are sure it is not going to change for quite some time. you are waiting and waiting...
Do you sometimes switch off the engine or keep it running.
If you are in the middle lane. Then what ? when the light turns green, where will you be ? To the left , everyone will zip past. And to the right, they will go slowly but surely to their next stop. But where will your lane go ? Or where will you go ?

I feel I am in life's middle lane. As in age, direction and destination. Hence, the title to this blog.