Tuesday, March 18, 2014

The Indian Headshakes!

I shake my head when it is a Yes! I shake my head when it is a No! I shake my head when I am indecisive! I shake my head even generally when I m simply listening to you :P Oh my! I never knew I shook my head all the time :D 

The theory of the Indian Headshake - Well, I was introduced to this home concept, the first time by a Brazilian colleague of mine. Sooner there were other non-Indians everywhere I went who seemed absolutely flabbergasted as I nodded my head in all directions pleasantly or seriously or angrily when I m conversing with them or others or just as I m sitting alone while working or even while I m lost (*smirks*). It seems like shaking my head is an intrinsic feature of my expressions. 

The funniest incident that happened recently though was when I had to be at a hospital after breaking my ankle. Although now I m secretly proud about the adventure of a broken bone (that I do not wish to experience ever again- touching all the wood I can get hold of), at that point it was a complete state of frustration and anger. Ok! On account of assuring to the gods what I pray for - "I still dread it, NO! that was definitely no fun - no pride whatsoever!" 

Anyways, coming back to the funny part, my disinterestedness during the period led me to completely shut my mouth leaving the quakes of my head, the only mode of communication. And Oh My! How that scared the nurse who was in shift. Well, either she was really scared and worried for me or she was subtly being humorous (a type of humor that I find difficult to comprehend even when I m healthy with my 8 hours of sleep a day). Whatever it may have been, my head-shaking was indeed quite an object of curiosity/amusement to her. I say curiosity/amusement as I found her constantly vacillating between asking me if I had a problems of seizures to a complete fun-filled bewilderment when I replied No. I had to re-assure her almost about 5-6 times that it wasn't a medical condition and rather what we normally do. Maybe I do a little more than others. On retrospection, I hold those Bharatnatyam (Indian classical dance) classes that I took as a  kid culpable for this. "Shirobhedha" (Head Movement) is an "Anga Lakshana" which is an important constituent of this dance form's interpretation of rhythm. Although this is a fact, I am just kidding as I did not graduate beyond learning to shake the leg - that is "Padabedha" ;) :D. I did not make these explanations to the nurse then, as I had a broken foot. Perhaps, she was satisfied with a simple "that's my habit and most Indians' too". But she didn't leave before narrating a story of her nephew who suffers from convulsions!

Memory recall after a peek at this hilarious video :D :D :D

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Isac Asimov said - Change is the only constant!

Isaac Asimov a professor of biochemistry who wrote science fiction books once said that “It is change, continuing change, inevitable change that is the dominant factor in society today. No sensible decision can be made any longer without taking into account not only the world as it is, but the world as it will be...”. What follows is going to be fairly serious for there is profound depth in what he has said, but I m not going to be quoting more of Isaac - Sorry for the disappointment!

I am rather going to begin by describing something I read out of a book called “Gora” written by Rabindranath Tagore. Some quick bits about Tagore. He was a polymath (which refers to a really intelligent (wo)man with expertise in so many areas that he/she could think like no other of that time! Leonardo da Vinci is a famous example for this). Tagore was the first non-European to win the noble prize in literature. He formed a bridge for Indian literature to the rest of the world. He has created a legacy and continues to lives on in many hearts and lives even today. So you can imagine what to expect out of a book written by a man who could be described in all these ways. He stirs the soul and creates a rattle ;)

Gora which means fair-faced is a book with a plot that debates on the foundations of an orthodox society with strict norms and how it can affect an individual’s welfare. It does so through the unfolding of events in the lives of a few characters and weaves it through their identity and how it is (if it were) influenced by their surroundings. Briefly, throughout the story, one can see matches against any two contrasting personalities – be it between a fierce spirit and a compassionate spirit, a believer and a non-believer, a simple mind and a proud mind so on and so forth, while at the base line always a fundamental question is addressed - Which is more important? An abstract non-tangible society that is built "essentially" for an individual or the real individual itself!. This thought provoking subject is set up amidst the blooming of liberal mindedness in an essentially orthodox society (that was India in the 1900s and earlier). The hero himself turns out to be an extraordinary man deeply embedded in the dogmas of society, so much that he actually impresses boundlessly when he speaks up for orthodox behaviour that our modern mind (accepting equal rights and democracy to all) has been trained to shun. His passion is so fierce & ideas so strong and clear, that is gives him a confidence, some of us can only dream of. I would sum up by saying, he makes a leader that one is almost compelled to follow (personally for me, just out of admiration for his megalomania with an honesty - or so I think).

This is not a book review, I am but going to describe what I experienced at one particular scene through the course of the story. The scene is, a father discussing with his daughter the love affair of his younger daughter brought up to be a liberal with a man who was learned and practised in orthodoxy. The situation is much more complicated if one discerns carefully the boy and the girl involved. But I am motivating to just focus on the gloomy discussion that was in hand about what is right and wrong in this matter of hearts. The union was not as simple as it presented many complications to everyday life which even a liberal thinking man could not fathom what to do about. Just at this grave hour, the man’s youngest son comes hoping about and whispers something in his sister’s ear. On asked by his father, what it was about, the kid shoos his sister not to reveal it and runs back happily in oblivion to the fact that the daughter later describes to her father that it was nothing but just something about an achievement he made in school that he was so eager to show to everybody with a well-built surprise. And the chapter ends, presumably with the scene continuing in the grave note that the father-daughter pair was in. The author writes…”the boy had not realised that in this world the object of his most secret thoughts could be ascertained so easily”.

Such a simple distraction in the screenplay garnered a more than deserved appreciation and attention from me. The introduction of the boy and his own little world into the crux of a discussion so serious seemed to me as something that was more than what meets the eye. The diversity of worlds that is created when one breaks away from a child's innocence, created a moment of drama in my mind with chords striking and all that. It had well, inspired me to even write this much convoluted piece!! I realised that while I was immersed in the discussion between the father and the daughter, it had worked up in my mind as such a big problem, when originally it is unimportant-abstract & non-real (from a larger perspective). But then, are they unreal? If I was a child - yes they are. In the unfortunate event that it is not so, I must conclude that whether it is real/unreal it is not easy to break away from. Philosophies of society and its decorum are difficult to interpret – the great Tagore has written this book on it and I have not even read it fully yet! :P  The abstract nature can be compared to the understanding that is held to a non-science student about the fact that there are billions of neutrinos travelling across the thumb any moment.


I m going to conclude the essence of this really, with this rhetoric question - can one live a child’s life even as he/she grows up? Why is it that we have to think so much and complicate a life that could be so simple and once was? Playing with balloons and running in the gardens are not the soul sources of happiness. All the complicated hierarchy that man is standing on today never occurs easily to the simple mind of a child.

“What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare” said William Henry Davies.

Innocence is a thing of beauty – it presents a life full of surprises and free of worries but innocence stays with ignorance which is bliss but never pardoned under any law. Change is unfortunately inevitable, one has to grow up constantly, constantly changing with the way the world changes. However, that is a very negative note to end on. Get the best of both worlds. Play intelligent and hold onto innocence when you can, and at other times bend to steer clear !

Sunday, March 2, 2014

A post 3 years later!

It is March 2014 and I return to blogging. Three years after my last post! It is shocking to realise that the circumstance under which I had resorted to blogging then and now is the exact same. But, this time around is going to be different coz I now know there indeed was a bottomline purpose why I blogged back then. Thus after three years of fun & frolick and so many life-changing events, alongside my attempts on making some progress (the sad story!) towards being a doctor someday soon, I am here trying to collect my thoughts yet another time :)