Thursday, December 31, 2009

A Moment of Reflection

Butterfly Effect

It follows from the Chaos Theory that the final situation of chaos is dependent on initial conditions and that the fluttering of the wings of a butterfly at some remote part of the world can cause a tornado at another. Most people will agree to the fact that seemingly unconnected trivial events might lead to earth shattering consequences like the domino effect. Relating to our contemporary world I’d like to quote an observation from this book called Freakonomics. It says that there was a sharp decline in crime in the US in the late 80’s after over couple of decades of total Law and Order havoc. “What lead to such a reformed society?” was the question. All the banal explanations weren’t enough to justify such a sudden decline in crime across the country. A Lateral investigation into the socio economic Diaspora and various changes in the laws sheds some light into the matter. In the later 70’s, a law was passed that legalised abortion. This small step did cause the huge rippling effect of total wipe away of a huge bunch of criminals by not letting them to be born. This is not extrapolation as we would see now with the explanation. Looking into the social structure of that country during that period, we would find that most under-age girls who were economically backward, in an absence of any future planning got pregnant and brought children into the world that they could not support. These children grew up in an environment of irresponsibility, economic destitute which paved the way to criminal acts. When the law was passed, the children who would have grown into goons weren't brought to this earth. We can find many instances of such Butterfly effects. Let’s look at the Economic crisis, the Recession that the world just went through and still recuperating from. In the US, monetary credit was given to people without restraint and the consumer centric economy was booming. Problem began when a few started defaulting as there was minimal risk in defaulting. And gradually, the trend took on and the number of defaulters grew to such extremes that the whole credit industry slumped and a lot of money vanished into thin air. And when people had no money, the real estate industry which was running on credit also slumped and that started the domino effect and the ripples grew wider. The waves are still hitting the shore and it would require quite some time and constructive effort to stabilise it. Another contemporary example of the apparently insignificant cause leading to Red alert situations is the case of Global warming. Ever since the fossil fuels and CFCs are being used, it was known that they add to carbon emissions and greenhouse gases that pollute the environment and thin up the ozone layer which is our protective shield against the harmful UV rays from the sun. Extensive use of paper and tree extract based products and clearing up of forests for fast growing populations have lead to mass deforestation and fewer trees on the face of this planet. Again, a fast growing population is the effect of newer medical achievements which has stretched the average span of human life by a good 10-15 years. All these effects and more, individually, are quite insignificant and might appear constructive but in a strangely correlated way it has brought us face-to-face with thickly polluted air, erratic climates, rising sea levels which if not checked will lead to our extinction. From all these examples, we can deduce the simple fact that no act is small or insignificant, every little change of direction has its effects and it is up to us to concentrate on what kind of effects we desire to construct a better life and go ahead with making that “wing flutter”.



©Manashi Pathak

Sunday, October 18, 2009

BrownianEmotion_Anxious Anticipating of the Unknown

Doesn't it happen a lot of times in our lives that we anticipate a certain unknown situation, dreaming, practicing in our head what it would be, how we'll react to it, how will it go...etcetra...then it turns into a hysteria and total obsession, you cant think of anything else but that unknown entity...waiting for it...pausing everything else in life... just concentrating on the scheme of events related to that UFO(Unknown Future Object). The pressure mounts so much that rather than actually savouring it, we just want to get over with it... we succumb to the fear of the unknown. And creating ghosts out of nowhere we become so fidgety that we can't focus. This leads to unnecessary tension and a subsequent underperformance. Now, different people might be thinking of different situations here... but the underlying nature of all those situations is common. Now one revelation I had today is that : The UFO is unknown to us but we are equally unknown to the UFO, so that leaves an equal score and thats zero. So why dont we just do away with the crappy anticipation and cooking up of a simmering nervousness and go ahead with the situation with a clear, focussed head and a winning smile(thats just for effects :) ). Worst , things won't go as we planned but if its going good, a confident I is way better than a fidgety I. So let's dump away the futile anticipation thats just jumps on our nerves and take it easy...

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Some pearls of (my)wisdom

a mind without a goal
is a body without a soul...

i may not be the best
but i am the best i can be...

To love is to care unbounded
To love is to find self again.

Monday, September 28, 2009

इंतज़ार

इंतज़ार , एक अल्पविराम...

एक ऐसी खामोशी

जो कानों में एक अदम्य शोर भर दे ,

एक ऐसा शोर जो पागलपन की ओर धकेले।

सुबह जागती हूँ , तो थकी हुई...

थकी .... इस इंतज़ार से ...

थकी , यह जानकर कि लोग

दौडे जा रहे हैं मंजिल कि ओर ....

पर मेरे पैर बंधे हुए हैं

और मैं छुडा भी नही सकती

बस करना मुझे उस क्षण का इंतज़ार

जब मुझे दौड़ना है ।

शायद यह दौड़ बहुत लम्बी है ...

और आधे रस्ते लोग थक जाएँगे...

और तब मेरा वक्त होगा ...

वो मेरी दौड़ होगी ...

तब तक...

बस इंतज़ार...


©Manashi Pathak

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

The Will To Win

The hours tick away...
Day turns to night
and night to day...

Burning in my soul
There is a goal...
inching towards it
one day i'll make it.

At sea, I feel...
So Lost sometimes...
But I have faith
I can brave
The gravest Tempest

I close my eyes
a sweet unrest
Inside,still resides...

The treks,
The averted shipwrecks
are glorious than the Zenith Climbed
Or the Shore arrived...

Drawing strength from every hurdle
Overcoming , overpowering
Limitations without and within
I march ahead
To claim my Win.

© Manashi Pathak

Sunday, August 30, 2009

The Moon Never Looked More Beautiful

The Moon Never Looked More Beautiful
I slip into the sandy shore
As the wandering wind ushers me in
The Sun has retired for the day
And the twinkling stars adorn the stage.

I make a groove
And let the beach hug me
Million thoughts crossing my mind
And my gaze lost in the horizon

The twinkling lights of the ships from afar
Tell me that heaven and earth are still two
Which otherwise is a delusion
And endless pitch blue entity

My conscious being takes a back seat
I hear the words being spoken
My subconscious takes control
And I listen to the restless eyes

How I long his presence
The Moon looks creamier
In these moments of wait
How I wish we feel each other, the togetherness
The glistening trail left
On the dancing waves
Celebrates the beauty of darkness & shimmer
Of solitude and union

It’s late and I look around
Just once for the last time
With the hope and fear
And I find him near…yet far

Heart racing, I blush…
But as I near him, I mask…
One look I yearned…
And I see in him the shimmering reflection of my sheen…




© Manashi Pathak



Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Does God believe in himself?

Majority of the humanity worship a Power considered more powerful than any known thing or phenomenon. It is popularly known as God. Believers have the faith "Whatever happens, happens for good", "He knows best" , "He has something written for everyone"(Hugest scriptwritter with a lot under His belt and many more to come!!?). These phrases dipped in the syrup of faith are spelt with the sole aim to euphemise some terrible, unwanted, devastating, earth shattering event. If we take for a surety that such a Power exists, if He has schemes for every living being then how do we(He?) explain a sudden unnatural loss... a loss to good people...who never deserved such pain and agony. He is believed to be the ultimate Justice... the Leveller... then how do we explain all the injustice?...Did He doze off then? Or was He just too busy with the new scripting or something that He didnt notice the heating milk spilling over the stove?! and when He, the infalliable, does err(whereas right to err lies with the mortals), whom does He turn to, whom does He answer or does He just flip the page and move on like an obnoxious brat? Too many questions here and i don't even know whom am I asking...but going by the script he has woven for me and my near and dear ones, i am bound to question His own belief in His deeds, in Himself.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

My Humble Attempts at Haikus

Ma waved me goodbye
A fake smile consoling her
Silently i cried
***********************
Dont come near me
Understanding, a longshot
I rather be alone
***********************
Dreams make me strive high
Roadblocks try to pull me back
But i grow stronger
***********************
Its bright and chirpy
One harrowing night it was
A new Dawn today

©Manashi Pathak

Saturday, February 28, 2009

BrownianEmotionz_2:Darkness Glorified


Darkness Glorified

Slumdog Millionaire wins 8 Oscars. Arvind Adiga wins The Man Booker Prize. Amartya Sen had won the Nobel and I can go on with numerous examples of “feeding on the poor”. Here you might want to correct me by saying... we feed the poor, don’t feed on them. But Ladies and Gentlemen, I am talking of feeding ‘on’ the poor, feeding on the poverty that surrounds us, feeding on the flesh and blood and getting vibrant with our creative juices, intellectual juices overflowing us. Now why I write it out? Everyone knows, we the privileged, those who always had two, sorry four whole meals to eat, look at those who couldn’t manage one decently, with such pity, such despair and feel so very above them...that we feel the world needs to know about the cruelties of life when we ourselves are big hypocrites walking the red carpet. Now hypocrisy has been part of human nature always... and how I hate it. And that’s why I express my insolence this way. That’s the way the world has always been, divided into two at the least... world of the rich and that of the poor, Light and Darkness in Adiga’s words. And the Rich have always despised the poor yet always needed them. We studied in school about of an ideal State where there would be no class divide and everyone will be one, at par. But excuse me Mr. Socialistic thinker, even you can’t digest that...your servant eating at the same table as you, seated next to you. So we should just let go of this hypocrisy that we want no poverty. We only fuel it. We the rich, make every attempt to sustain it. Our world needs it. We show some money, which I can very well spend on a trouser or spend even double that amount on my shoes, to that women from the little slum, and want her to work as a housemaid for a month!!! Yes, we even justify it. And they accept it also. And when they stop accepting, we complain about scarcity of domestic helps. Yes we all are facing this scarcity accept a few who are still blessed with few from the darkness still trapped in the Chicken coup. I wonder if the fellow, who sold me this pirated version of the Booker winner for just about 150/-, one who knows that it’s a winner of the Booker, some big award given to some writers, one who spells Arvind Adiga correctly, does he know what is written inside, ‘coz there is a character like him in those pages who knows books by covers and he is one from the Darkness and a possible White Tiger. And I just pray Adiga doesn’t get famous among them! We don’t want such White Tigers roaming amongst us.

The White Tiger has been a good read; Slumdog Millionaire was a great movie, both very moving depictions of the struggles of the poor, the underprivileged. Applause to the creators of such “compelling” and “excoriating pieces of work”. Grand Applause indeed! If the creative mass doesn’t bridge the distance between reality and fiction, doesn’t bring forth the darkness forward so that everyone in Light can have a good look at it, and pity and even congratulate the destitute to have made big out there, and acknowledge that these characters are also people who feel, then who will. That’s all we do, applause, pity and acknowledge as if, if we didn’t, those slum people, those destitute will be any less human. I marvel at our thought process, people who always had everything that was needed and most cases what they wanted. We’ll ask God why is there so much poverty, so much pain, so much suffering, yet we feed it, spoon by spoon. We Indians at least won’t take it if our construction workers, daily wage earners charged us anything beyond a 100/- a day. Whereas in US of A, workers are paid more, the divide seems to be lesser. I congratulate them for that. But then their society has always been different from ours and the difference will always exist. There have always existed the KShatriyas and the Shudras, and they always will, in this land of 36000005(eh?) Gods. That’s the need of this society, probably this world.

We are all born with destinies... some of us destined to be born rich and die rich, rich in a very materialistic sense I am talking, and some of us destined for the other extreme, a life of scum. Mostly we don’t change our destinies dramatically, we follow the written pattern and sometimes we do, for better or worse. We all know many rags-to-riches stories; glorified enough to stimulate the brain cells of many a wannabe rags-to-riches future scripts. And there have been the negative carves also, sons dooming their father’s empires, nose-diving into oblivion. They don’t make much of an inspiring read, so we just ignore such stories. So it’s just part of the economy to be rich or poor. There can’t be a midway. That’s why we have the poverty line. See? We already have a scheme so that we don’t have to get rid of poverty, ever.
All am saying here is that, we should not aim for eradicating poverty (a promise every politician makes, hollow as ever and meaningless too), rather work towards making the life of the poor a little more human, and cleaner. Not just for their sake but for all (the rich-minded selfishness creeping in again) so that diseases rising from unhygienic conditions decline and the overall health index increases. We have healthier people, hence healthier minds, lesser crime and we can extrapolate the ripple effects but I don’t want to elaborate now. You can figure yourself out what will be the positive effects of a healthier nation. That is one point I want to make and another is that I am wondering why such grim tales that show such fantastic turn of events get the kudos. Why has the junta taken to making heroes out of such characters? Why is everyone so obsessed with the poor? I don’t think they themselves think so much about their own fate. Everyone sympathises with the poor lad and appreciation overflows when he breaks out of his chicken coup but aren’t the rich guy who also has his personal struggles and emerges out from them a winner equally worthy of such applause? His only crime being that he was not born a poor. I feel people are more obsessed with the silver lining behind the dark clouds than the sun itself. Why not appreciate a through and through sunny spring morning. Why not make the most of it than surrounding ourselves with gloom and then looking for a silver lining. And as much as I might hate feeding on the poor, even I ended up gobbling, digesting and excreting this savoury popular dish. Happy eating!

©Manashi Pathak

BrownianEmotionz_1:Raspberry Fart

Raspberry Fart

This is a story of accusation on the poor lil Raspberry. The tale begins on a very dramatic note on a Traffic Signal in the Great City of Joy, Kolkata. Me and my alter ego, Mani are returning from a whacky afternoon extending to evening of very economic and satisfying round of shopping. We took the not-so-modest means of travel... The Big Yellow Taxi...though Mani was insisting on a commoner mode of Metro Rail. Sometimes I do want some lavishness breaking away from our otherwise “Aam Aadmi” routine of shared autos. Plus I was too tired to go standing and shoving away the crowd and smell their signature odours. So here we are letting our bodies ease up on the dusty spongy seats of the antic Ambassador with a bag full of well invested money. We are chatting up the day’s conquests and what fun we had...and thus adding to our quota of fun. The Taxi hauled over for some time at a signal and as its customary in all signals all over India...in metros specially...suddenly these beings incarnate from nowhere... Chips (branded and local), Strawberries (packs costing a million where underneath they sneak in rotten and unripe ones!), peanuts, dusting feather sticks, and the list goes on. And then one new species came into view... he showcased his stuff...honey coloured with a shiny skin covering its perfectly spherical existence and few dried leaves to act as a handle to bunch of 5-6 Raspberries. He called it with some local name. I said “huh?” trying to identify the thing in the dim halogen glow of the street lights. He replied in a eager/agitated tone of a all knowing person trying to give new gyaan to a mortal like me “Raspberry Raspberry!!” “2 bunch for Rs20”. I was trying to figure out its real worth and took some time calculating how much do i wanna spend and he took it for some silent bargaining and said “3 for 20”, and i was still lost in thoughts about raspberry, “have i ever eaten that”, “ that looks like raw baby tomatoes”... and he quickly shrieked “ok, baba 4 for 20”. And then Mani came into picture and said “how much should we take?” “20 will be too much na” and he again lowered value and said “ok, take 5 for 20” and in the rush of things and adding to the rush “madam, please take it quick, the signals gone green” alerted the driver and I blurted out “ok, give for 10, 2 for 10” and Mani glared “what a fool, he was giving 5 for 20!!!”. I said “fine fine, just take this 10” and we got 2 peculiar looking bunches... firsts we going to taste.
I expected it to taste sweet and like a berry but as I and my buddy took our first raspberries, I let out a Yuck!!!... it tasted more like a raw tomato with a peculiar raw veggie taste and almost artificial flavouring... and i wiped my tongue and lips ... i couldn’t stand the taste...and there goes Mani, “Hmm, Raspberry Tart, I’ve heard of it and it tastes good...hmmm I like it” “ok, great then, you have all of it” I say through my twitched face, my taste buds still trying to recover from the horrible experience. And so here’s Mani yumming away on the horrible berries, and I thank my 4th and 5th senses (my taste buds and my nose) for such an immediate and strong reflex because otherwise I would have been at the receiving end of what was to come...
Now let’s reflect on the power and confidence the plastic money gives, very convenient and thanks to its user-friendly nature I still don’t know how to write a check and find withdrawing money using slips really a pain in the ass. But mind you, I am all against the use of credit cards, but Debit cards make it all the more easier and safer. So with just 60 bucks in my wallet and a fully loaded Debit cards, we very conveniently enjoyed the Taxi ride and got down at an ATM and paid the driver off with freshly collected cash. Now this ATM is located in a Mall called City Centre, very close to our PG. But as we both are really tired of the day long outing, we decide to head straight to home.
But how can a perfect day end without some munching on roadside edibles. So we headed for a fruit vendor on our way to the man-driven rickshaw stand. We bought some Indian berries; this man has the best (and only) I have seen around. These are much better, juicy, ripe, and crispy and a perfect blend of sweet and sour. And then we hoisted on a rickshaw and asked the rickshaw puller to take us to our PG, near our PG that is. Enjoying the gorgeous breeze on a February evening, we munched on those delicious fruits on our way back home. Oh by the way, if in case you are wondering what we had for lunch, its KFC. Well there is a reason why I am going into detail of what passed mine and Mani’s digestive tracts. So please bear with me.
We got to our dearest one room heaven and checked out our buys. Mani was fast gobbling down more berries then I did. Point to be noted. And then we had dinner and like any usual day, our day ended. Next morning, which was a Sunday, we woke up late...Oh the luxury of sleeping into a late morning! Then we had breakfast, chowmein, duly served to us and the calling, serving as a wake-up alarm. Then we got engaged in our weekend chores, Mani went to attend a long nature’s-call, very normal of a healthy human being. And then after washing up and all, we sat down for lunch... Chicken curry being the dish of the day, Sunday after Sunday. And then as we lazed around in the non-air-conditioned afternoon, the evil curse struck Mani, the poor thing. She excused for another long call. And I asked, “Is your stomach upset?” She barely nodded and headed fast for the washroom. And after a couple of hours, there was the same running with constricted muscles fearing a leak. With every visit, the consistency of the download got thinner and thinner. Well, don’t look at me with such bewildered questioning looks, I enquired out of concern and so I know, not that I personally checked for it, eeww no! And by the middle of the night she has made at least 6 trips even after gobbling down, no not berries...but two enteroquinol... such a beautiful name for the Showstopper...hehe! Now like all concerned and well-meaning friends I tried to narrow down on what might have caused this sudden upheaval in the gastrointestinal tracts of my dearest indiscriminate eater. Well to start with the investigation, I tried to check what i have not eaten that she has eaten... coz the evil curse fell upon her only, not me. And eureka!!! I figured, the Satan being none other than the Raspberries. (Now you understand the value of the detailed account!) So the rest of the lil orangish ogres were left to be viewed only and not devoured and there was a strict vigil on what she can push down into her as of now feeble stomach. She defended saying that it’s because of “nazar lagna” while she was eating some guava amidst the crowd. But I deferred being more on the practical side and her delicious Raspberries were convicted as the culprit. And along with handsome donations to the loo...mind if I get a bit more explicitly descriptive, she profusely donated to the air I breathed and I cringed and hid my nose behind whatever safety I could gather and called them Raspberry Farts. Now next time you get attracted to the honey coloured spherical Satans, you would probably say “Hmm, Raspberry Farts, I’ve heard of them!!!” ;D

©Manashi Pathak