Wednesday, May 15, 2019

What we need is a ‘Fit India’ movement


It is election season in India and we are looking at all our leaders making all kinds of promises. Thus, while the Congress promises a ‘NYAY’ income support scheme, the ruling party promises to make India the third largest economy by 2030. This is all well and good for a developing country, but urban India is grappling with a more real, prevalent and endemic crisis – Obesity. How will we get to 2030 or benefit from a stable society if we can’t even walk!

Obesity is the new reality of modern India – while on the one hand malnutrition in India is worse than Sub-Saharan Africa according to senior government officials, recent studies have report that India has one of the largest numbers of obese people in the world. In urban India, consumption of fast food, sedentary lifestyles, stress, long working hours in offices have all contributed to the phenomena.

Obesity is not a stand-alone disease, it brings with it serious health risks including heart attacks and diabetes which we, middle class Indians, tend to dismiss as someone else’s problem until it hits a close family member but by then it could be too late. While being obese is not about looking bad or being lazy, many of us do behind the excuse of gym memberships! But honestly, how often do we end up going to the gym and how healthy can a closed room with sweating adults really be, if and when we do pop in?

Thus, while politicians can focus on other “larger” issues (pun intended), it is important for us to take ownership and work towards combating obesity on a war-footing. One good solution that I first came across in Europe is outdoor gyms. In Austria, many of the smaller community parks are fitted with all kinds of equipment such as leg extensions, cardio walkers, twisters, uneven bars, etc and are used by everyone. Outdoor gyms are a practical and healthier alternative to any other form of fitness for the average middle-class Indian family. Indians like to be jugaadu. Saving up on expensive individual gym subscriptions and increasing overall community interaction also speak directly to our middle-class values. And the sooner we induct the younger generations to institutionalised fitness, the more realistic is the possibility of a healthier society. ‘Fit India’ is about making this choice a movement – at the individual, family and community level!

Thursday, February 28, 2019

Get up!

I want to write about hope and love and happiness but instead the word that's hovering at the edge of sanity is a simpler one, "no". No, I don't want to not write about hope and love and happiness, no, I don't think the world is a deep, dark dungeon where we keep digging ourselves in deeper and deeper, no, I don't think the crazies will inherit the world, no, I don't think magic is dead...

It's ok to have one of those days or even weeks, but no, it's not ok if that is the place you live in. Rise and shine, it's really important you do that - that is what makes you, well, you. You, my friend, are life, magic, happiness, love and hope personified. It's ok you decided to take a nap, but it's now time to get up, catch that train and get on with it!

Oh yeah, hello and a good morning to you too!

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

I live..

I live in the tear that rolls down
In the cuss-word that escapes
In the glint of anger
And a sigh of pain..

I live in a dream
In a shadow
In a laugh
In nail paint!

I live in a dog-eared notebook
Of childish scribblings
Doodling
And battles of noughts and crosses fought in vain..

I live in a hope
In a memory
In a dream
In a shadow
In a laugh
In nail paint!

I live in a storm
In a snowfall
In a jump
In an unplanned escape..

I live in magic
In a book
In a friendship
That was a charmed charade..

I live in a heartbreak
In a night out
In a game of Ludo
In the pitter-patter of rain..

I live in a conversation
In a backpack
In a circle that loops again and again!

I live...


Monday, January 27, 2014

My Tryst with Destiny


हम हूमन्स भी ना बड़ी कुटी चीज़ हैं ; हमे अपनी ही कदर नहीं आती!

For once I am in the throes of extreme despondence - the quest for the meaning of life itself seems pointless, days stretch like an endless desert sprinkled sometimes with a chance interaction that all but turns out to one mirage after another. It is the adult equivalent of a 4 year old's "Does Santa really exist?"

Many have come and gone. Many have tried, and failed. Yet the quest for human survival endures. Why? 

Why do we exist? What is the purpose of our existence? What is it that defines us? That makes us? Breaks us? Wants us? Endures us? Wishes us? Desires us? And yet, in all that, does us apart? Rips the core right out of our being. Again and again and again.

Some say, wisely as some others note, that suffering is the core principle that binds us to humanity. Some others, much more wisely (if two wisenesses can be compared that is), say that nay, it humanity itself is no longer the domain of human beings - I Robot anyone? With just a pinch of Minority Report if you please! and Dinner is almost ready to be served. Real, piping hot, and vegetative!

Are we all dead? And what is this after all, just a tape playing somewhere? A la Wall-E? Or is it the Matrix we live in? Coz I definitely would mind being able to take off like Neo, once in a random while!

What is existence? Is it organic? like a creepy creeper? Coz that's exactly what we seem to be. Taking over the planet, imposing our norms on others - gender, caste, creed, religion, colour, species, no bar! So all gay guys (note guys and not men) are "effeminate" and all "blacks" are druggies??? Oh yeah and while we are at it, all "Chinks" are sluts and "LSR Chicks" lesbians! ::a guy once actually asked me to prove I wasn't!::

So in all this, "we are the epitome of survival" business, "we" don't deserve to be called a "WE" coz you know, there is no WE. There is you, the one blessed by the Lord himself, whether you are a film star or I don't know a NETA?, and there is, you know, the rest, the raind khaind, the bewkoof half-beings who need to be shepherded ::while you are privately snickering at their collective stupidness:: Memories of 'Animal Farm' anyone? Yet our stupidities, (mine included), aghast me! But more irritatingly, they leave me stumped! Are we that stupid? Really? Seriously???

Oh no, girls from good families don't get angry or sweat or slap. They don't rave or rant or express original opinions in words of their choice. No, no no no no no no. Not even if sitting across the table from a dickhead or walking behind a very vociferous "ab kal ka chokra mujhe sikhayega" aunty who promptly hits her child-servant for responding to a call on her phone which he was carrying while she was taking an "evening walk" in a freakin velvet tracksuit! ::word of unsolicited advice, if its too big for you to carry it around, don't get it - and I am referring to your phone, not your ass!!::. Here's another gem, "ache ghar ki ladki lagti ho, apni hadd mein raho", an erring 20 something BCA (Baap ke Cash pe Aish) brat gallingly said to me a few days back when I accosted him for breaking a traffic rule. No no, our biases, our notions of who should be what, is so deeply engrained in our being that we don't even realise when we become to sound exactly like who we sincerely believe we are not - "I am not a male chauvinist", "I am not a blood sucking capitalist", "I am not power-hungry", "I am not racist"....and on and on and on....But the worst of them all is, "I am not baised!" Well hello - we all are! We are the sum of our experiences and emotions. But that does not mean, we cannot play fair. That is why we have rules, and laws and standards. Test them, contest them, change them, but as long as they are there, don't SUPERSEDE them! And for the sake of sanity in a rapidly vapidly defunct world, recognize that you have your biases and I have mine but that does not mean we cannot agree to disagree. And oh yeah, while we are wishing, I do wish someone somewhere, by divine intervention or not, would once and for all, figure out the purpose of human existence! Its driving me mad thinking that we in all our stupidity and pettiness are allowed to exist but creatures as fine and noble as dragons and unicorns are not!!! One thing I do know though, it is not happiness or glory but freedom that I seek. Freedom to be, to not think, to jump - far, above, away, in short, to do just as I please or not do it if I don't please!

Anyway, I've picked the side I am on - the pen is mightier than the sword and the pen it is that I will wield to share the trappings of my tortured soul..Good night my dear friend, for dawn will bring another day, another tryst, another quest. Have a good one coz you never know when the shadows will recede and you want to be there, all bright and shiny and awake when they do!




Amen!

Friday, November 15, 2013

One of those days...


Its just one of those days
when the world doesn't feel right
when luck favours those with might
and the rest huddle together in fright

Its deep, dark and lonely
the walls closing in
hysterical hyenas chortling away
shadows running astray
the little that you call life ebbing as we say

Its just one of those days
when life doesn't feel fair
when ink dries out but everything remains unsaid
when the ripples below scare
while the spirit caged and wounded
cant even cry out in despair

Its crazy 
this calm storm
the spark within flickering away
yet gales of emotion
mourning
 even as the dead undead blankly stare away

You are hurt 
you want to declare
but as someone once said
stand still my heart
its exactly at that point that you mustn't quit...

Thursday, December 13, 2012

The Glass Ceiling

Oh Glass, up above my sky
You do exist, oh tell me whyyy?
Is it to let me rise as high
and then taunt me once I learn to fly?


Know this that I know you too can crack
and I will attack with my whole pack
On my own head I may get a whack
But be assured, I will be back!


O Glass oh glass, why are you looking soo weak?

Is it because I can see what I seek??
For up above the world so high
where a rainbow soars
my spirit roars
and bids you goodbye!;D






Sunday, April 22, 2012

Ironic!

In a strange twist of fate, Mala took her life. "Why did she do that?", you would ask. Always one with a ready smile and chirpy good morning, the partners at the big firm where she worked all loved her. The cold blue office was sprinkled with posters announcing a collage of activities - right from family day to 'paint your boss' day to 'spirit of the season' day and so many more, engaging, engrossing and infecting the whole office with a sense of glee that none could elude, right from the team leaders right down to the office boys. "Mala, are you sure about this?" was the only question the MD, Mr. Arun Bajaj, had asked 2 years back when after recovering from cancer, Mala had expressed her wish to head the presumably boring "internal motivations" team and move out of the Asia-pacific business development team which she was heading then.

She had been and he had trusted her to go with the flow. "A few months and she will be back to sales for once a sales person always a sales person", he had reasoned to himself.

She dint. Instead, the energy and passion that had led to Astar Adventures' rapid gains in Asia-Pac after Mala took over as the regional head, soon translated into crazy quirky and sometimes downright outrageous 'team-building' initiatives. At first with outrage, then indifference and finally interest, other department heads realised that somehow all 3000 of the company's employees were hooked to these crazy initiatives. Some employees had einfact, even volunteered to start local support chapters to help Mala's 2 member team central team to implement and run these in the regional offices, all on their own time!

"Are these the same guys who used to leave office sharp at 6?", one manager wondered aloud at the first semi-annual leaders meet 6 months later. "I now see them staying back till wee hours of the morning to set things up before your 'freaky fridays at 5' get-togethers", he added.

Mala grinned and added, "gentlemen, they have found a purpose! Fun too is a purpose and the joy of giving is linked directly to a person's desire to do social good, a need that is embedded in all of us. I found it when a little girl took to visiting me everyday in the hospital and reciting a prayer for me when I was undergoing chemo. She made me want to get up and get out and get a life-purpose. Everything I had done seemed so pointless and all that I had not done, promises I had made to myself but forgotten beckoned me!"

From then on, it was all a fairytale. The company was suddenly a buzz of activities. A 'Values' team was formed, common passions discovered and sunday groups created, attrition plummeted to industry lows and suddenly, after being known as the 'best paymaster in the industry', Astar earned itself the unique title of being the 'a great place to work', with BusinessOne magazine noting, "It is rare if not unheard of, for one company to hold both titles simultaneously since those who pay well rarely do anything else to motivate employees". 

One year later, Astar managed to pull off a mini-coup with the Homeword Business School featuring a case study on "the organization is an ant-hill" co-authored by Maya and the chair of organizational behaviour at the Homeword University. Astar was suddenly catapulted to Recruiters hall of fame with 'Do Work' team at Astar receiving over a thousand applications from students from across the world wanting to intern!

Nine months down the line, Astar had managed to successfully launch its Tokyo office, its 10th worldwide and the death-knell for the company according to many since Japan's aging demographics did not make it a particularly viable place for a adventure company to do business. Yet the company flourished. You see, Japan maybe aging but the Japanese craved space and space island, Astar's first foray in the adventure rides world, with its zero-gravity rides, became the most popular weekend destination!

Two months later, Astar declared a bumper dividend and a profitability-after-tax ratio of 27% for the quarter ending September, a hitherto unheard of number especially after the global financial crisis of 2008 had slowed even high-growth economies to measly growth rates of 5-6% and companies crumbling under their own double-digit aspirations.

The next day, Mala unhooked herself. From life. Why now, after all the struggle and strife and finally success did she do that?

Police investigations were on. Vestiges of the past were dredged up, affairs from another life when cancer had not yet knocked on her door, financial statements analysed and her insurance nominees scrutinized. It is shocking the office muttered in hushed whispers, it cant be true, her best friend railed. Family-less, Mala's past suddenly seemed even more enigmatic to the ones who cared to dig deeper. Yet there were no answers to be found.

After a month of investigations, the DCP decided to close the case. "There is little we can do and there is no evidence of foul-play", he told the papers. The case was filed as "unsolved".

In a private dining room in the Super Gold club, the DCP said to Mr. Bajaj over a game of cards, "Arun, you and I have been friends for 30 years now. What do you think, why did she do it? After the cancer struggle and all. Things were going good professionally too, right?"

"Super-employee! we used to call her Miss Sunshine. Especially after she came fighting from the cancer which had all but guaranteed her death two years ago."

"But still...", the DGP pondered, letting the thought hang. 

Mr. Bajaj smiled wrily and said,  "Maybe she was done.....!"


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End-thought: This story does not seek to defend suicide, it is merely an attempt to highlight human choices. We can be what we choose to be - alive and optimistic despite adversity or gone despite seemingly having it all...





Sunday, March 18, 2012

The burden of being young

The Class of 2005 at JNU
In a country of many opportunities, where the demographic dividend is waiting to be reaped, it is easy to give in, the task of not giving in to the temptation of passing on the burden is like expecting a dog to chase a squirrel or a cat not licking a bowl of cream clean or a writer not writing on a blank piece of paper!;D

Everyday, I come across atleast one neta, policymaker, activist or corporate honcho talking about "the young people taking it up". In fact "young" permeates our consciousness so much that we have full segments on television devoted to it, Radio Stations claiming "yeh aaj ke zamane ka radio station hai" (aaj mein ho toh aaj ke hi radio station hoge na, duh!), in fact a whole new kind of cinema devoted to it (Yash Raj Films' Y-Films studio being a case in point). Even Brinda Karat, the CPI (M) firebrand gave in to the temptation and said the golden words at the recently concluded India Today Conclave.

Well, its heartening some would say. Its logical, others would argue. Ah, but if truth be told, it is merely burdensome!

To be hoisted as the only ones capable of bringing about change, or to be pushed into a corner - "Oh but you young people have to do something about it" is well really no different from being told "you will become an engineer when you grow up" for that too is about social expectations, isn't it?

Then again, what is young? who is the youth?

Anna Hazare recently came up with a very interesting take on this - "being young is not a function of age but of whats in your heart". So that's that. Don't thrust/hoist onto others your causes/concerns/whims/aspirations in the garb of them being young. You are not over the hill till you yourself choose to declare you are. Lets not pass on legacies please, not just yet - whether it is to someone like Siddhartha Mallaya (yup, I have been reading the newspaper too!) who himself admitted he isn't experienced enough to add value to a CEO role at the age of 24, or the burgeoning undefined mass of the next generation.

This isn't about not wanting to step up, mind you, it is simply asking for our place under the sun, to pick our own battles to fight. Step up I will but that doesn't mean the veterans should stop!

-Roar!

Saturday, March 17, 2012

India Today Conclave: A View from the Side and on the India of Today

Witty, sharp, scathing comments, discussions and insights - best sum up the 2 days that were. The setup was out of this world and the hall packed.

Engaging? Yes.

Mesmerizing? Yes

Controversial? Hmm.

You see, we in India, we like to play it safe - safe can be pushed to its limit, Salman Rushdie's appearance being a case in point and well-worth the effort the team must have put in.

But somehow, we never go beyond. We try and try not to stretch the thinking of our being beyond the lowest common denominator.

Corruption - yes it comes up. Its safe and easy to discuss and lambast.
Sports, Bollywood - the heroes of our country, yes yes!
Freedom of speech - of course! Not talking about that at a Media conclave would be blasphemy!
Female safety - errr (women's reservation too is worth a mention if I may add but safety nah)
AFSPA - eh? what's that?

Binayak Sen came, he spoke for 10 maybe 15 minutes in over 900 minutes of talking (yes, I calculated it!). And the sad thing is, I am not sure if many heard him. In the heady cocktail of the who's who talking, an activist speaking about boring and obscure things in some remote state is a ready recipe for the yawns to make their grand entry and the "lets step out for a chat" networking to begin. But truth be told, there is a dark under-belly of India's existence, under the pallu of our secular democracy that is seething and writhing and unfortunately, teething.

We in India, we like to revel - in our bravery, self-congratulating ourselves on successfully playing to the gallery, but we never question ourselves. The conclave was clearly all for speaking out - against the government, the establishment, the Budget, but against accepted norms? No.

What is this India?
We love to scratch the surface, but fear to dig deep. We celebrate Modi, continue to do so. Who remembered 10 years of Godhra? LSR did but even Harsh Mander who came to speak to the students there sadly noted, "this is the only institution I think that even wants to remember Godhra"!

The big picture is lovely, bright and rosy. India is shining and I am sure India's creme-de-a-creme can only smile avuncularly when thinking about it. Its the small things that irk. #Missedopportunities #Hungry4more

A bit perturbed,
yours truly!

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Intellectually yours

I met an old friend yesterday, well not literally, but old in the sense of seasoned, used-to, comfortable-in-their-own-skin-and-with-you kinda way.

The most amazing things about the people in your life is that they can dissect you in a way you never imagined possible. And old friends are not only qualified enough to do it but also firm enough to drive the lesson home with the reassuring "main hoon na" always wrapping up any doubts you may have and dunking them right outta the window!

Old friends are nice and warm and fuzzy and just there, all you have to do is turn around and there, right at the edge of where your vision blurs, there is a familiar face and the world feels alright again. :-)

Among the many issues jostling for attention in my 1.5 kg head right now (don’t think it weighs more than that), top of the list is the search for a partner (rem Ted Mosby, well Indianise and genderize the context for Urban India!). Among the varied observations and nuggets of advice alongwith threats of "you can’t go ahead if I don’t approve" (blackmailing devils some of them!), yesterday's session on insights was one of the most brutal ever - seriously man, is it really intellect all the way for me?

Now I am seriously worried. I mean old friends are seldom wrong. And in this case in particular, somewhere I know for a fact, the observation holds, atleast as a first point of interest...

But knowledge is power - so knowing something is wrong/won't work is better than trying to reach someone on their landline when you are pretty sure they aren't home and its a mobile number you actually need.

I love old friends, I really do. Even if I don’t say so often enough! :-)