Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Hawai Chappals not Hawaii

A week ago my mom reminded me of “Hawaii chappals” – those fancy flip-flops that were once famous in India and neighborhoods. Her story of the chappals of early 70s was a droll. Her father finally decided to buy her a pair of sandals – Hawaii chappals by default as there was no other option available. Generally chappals in 70’s india would travel through generations. Mother would use it and pass it over to eldest daughter, which she then passed it to her sister, then the same slippers went to her younger brother and this relay was kept alive until the sandals were completely worn out after several attempts of fastening it with safety pins from its bottom.

How about this? Assume this elder brother at home had an interview and his younger sister had to go out with her friends at the same time, the Hawaii chappal would go with the brother who had interview to attend as these chappals were less important for someone who had to go around with friends. This was clearly a matter of resource utilization; don’t mistake this to male chauvinism.

My mom got her Rs.6 chappals after two years of super tramping without slippers.  It would go on with any dress that she wore. The same slippers she wore to the school, to shops, to weddings and (riotously chuckling) even to work. Imagine getting decked up in suit and Hawaii chappals.

At a wedding, women were clad in silk saris, men in silk dhotis and kids in fancy new clothes but everyone commonly in Hawaii chappals - thanks to its unisex designs. People would create mayhem in the evening of a wedding by mixing up the chappals. The smart ones would mark up the soles of their pale blue sandals with ink blots or some identification with markers. A 60 year old guy would finally disentangle a bout by giving a verdict “look! There is a safety pin under the slipper. I am sure this belongs to the lady in red”.
Goodness India, a place for insane humility and simplicity, the tradition of Hawaii chappals is still prevalent. I have used them until I was 10 years and I was able to relate to my mom when she told me the story. I don’t know if this makes sense to Y2K kids. I don’t remember how many times I witnessed people on the roads busily mending their chappals and all it took was to force the button like rubber on the strap into the hole in the sole. If it was raining, a person’s back with cheetah like spots made of sludge on their clothes was common sight. For a lover who is proposing to a stranger woman would face an insult if he got slapped with Hawaii chappals.

Globalization to me meant no more pins on my worn out Hawaii chappals. I would rather throw it and buy a new pair of them across the road from a hawker.  But all that was only until a decade ago. Today I wear sandals that costs me a couple of grands but I am not able to feel proud about it. On the other hand I am not able to wear those legendary Hawaii chappals and feel the fun fearing what people would think of me.
Putting aside my brooding thoughts about the forgotten Hawaii chappals I went into wiki to see where they got the name ‘Hawaii’ from. My thought was that these chappals were imported from Hawaii which is known for its beaches. But I was completely wrong. “Hawaii” chappals are not really Hawaii chappals. They were simply Hawai chappals – in Hindi it means airy.


Not even from Hawaii yet so popular. I record my apologies to have disregarded Hawai chappals which was once someone’s dream. I wish there was a day called ‘Hawai Day’ where people be allowed to wear Hawai chappals on anything and to anywhere as a mark of respect for so many old Indians who mostly went barefoot and saved their priced possession - Hawai chappals - for those special days? 

Thursday, 23 February 2012

Carpooling, Lowest hanging fruit


In the ideal India I envision, I would probably work from my home office most of the year without worrying about power disruptions or network problems. Alternatively, I’d probably live only a few walking miles away from work. I’d even settle for a 3-4 km distance if I could get to work by bicycle without being run over by an angry lorry driver. If there were mass transit system that was functional and feasible, I would have certainly taken that to work. I am optimistic that sooner or later, we would have one or all of these options - sustainable cities where we could work only few blocks away from home, bicycle lanes and mass public transportation which is fully powered by natural energy.

In the meantime, though, there are many like me who travel nearly 50 kms to work every single day, spending thousands on fuel, working through some really painful traffic bottlenecks in the city and in the process, adding to the pollution and carbon emission, unconsciously melting a few tons of Arctic ice. There might be several better ways to help, but one temporary alternative for the car lovers would be carpooling. There are many people already doing this in a small level. It would be really constructive if we set up a well organized carpooling schedule with information from willing people about their routes, in/out times, special needs (dropping off spouse/kids etc) and other relevant information on a forum. If the system is adequately set up, it would bring about quite a bit of savings including fuel, effort, car’s wear and tear etc. for one and all involved. The same could also be done for two-wheelers with a lot less effort.

While there will be many problems in executing a successful carpool schedule, like inflexibility with hours stretching and punctuality of carpoolers, to name a few, I am sure the benefits far outweigh the efforts that go into starting one. Of course, we would have done our bit to save ‘Homo Sapiens’ from extinction.

If the carpool idea catches up like 'Kolaveri', we might even convince our mayor to have an HOV (High Occupancy) lane...wait a minute...that is after we have lane bifurcations!

Sunday, 1 January 2012

Music: Heals the Soul II

I must say that old music is forcing me to take up Project Maanidan (Human). This is another song of 1952 movie Parashakti. The first movie of chevalier Shivaji Ganesan. Original lyrics of Mahakavi Bharathiyar and sung by CSJ. I feel this song as continuation of my previous post. This time I made a video with the help of few like minded friends. At the end of this video if we share little thoughts for people in need, we can consider that the we are not among those men who Bharati refers to as "Nilai ketta manidhar (unscrupulous men)".

Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Music: Heals the Soul

I was listening to few old Tamil songs and one particular song caught my attention. It was this song “Boomiyil Maanidan” from a 1941 movie Ashok Kumar. The singer was none other than MKT himself. But what amazed me were the hard hitting lyrics by P Sivan. It was after 6 times of looped listening I decided to draft my experience.

I felt so guilty of being born in this world and doing nothing which is expected out of a human. I see the world around me which is engrossed in hurting and killing other fellow men for some reason or the other. We do not act like human beings after all. In an instinct to survive and in utmost greed we forget that there is greater happiness in showing compassion for others. We often disregard humanity. We forgot the little good things we learnt as youngsters - Sharing, caring and love for our fellow beings. We live among Hitlers and Osamas who battered and assaulted men. What did they achieve? Why couldn’t they be men who spread happiness in as many people they killed? In the few years that we have come here to live in this lovely world we must ensure we do not see pain in anybody again.

“Boomiyil Maanidan” comes to say exactly this in old Tamil and soft music that the humans have forgotten the way of life which is to spread peace and not to slay.

A piece of this music was included in a recent song from the movie Arinthum Ariyamalum of Arya - a Song that was composed by Yuvan. I do not want to rip off the credits from yuvan who offered a wonderful number which is still remembered for its beats and hot dance, but at the same time want to share the goodness of the forgotten legend that was emblazoned into it.

So all that I could do as a good human now is to share the song with few pictures that flashed in my mind while listening.

Let not another drop of blood spill: let there be no pain: Let love be shared


Monday, 4 July 2011

Three doors to salvation: Thiru Ananthapuram

There is an old saying “when one door of opportunity shuts, other doors open”. One lakh crore scam, I thought India was plundered of its wealth and there was no scope for more. As we thought the door for ransack is shut, there opened five more doors of Ananthapura Nagar. When the third door opened it was estimated 90,000 crores and I assume they would not have accounted the premium for antique.

As this news spread, many were Stumbled by its potential of becoming the richest temple in India. Few started looking into wiki and information portals to know the existence of this temple. Being located in God’s own country brought disappointment for many kazhagams in Tamil Nadu. This is not the first time but we already lost the Richie Rich to Andhra Pradesh Government. Or should I say we kazhaga adherents are not interested in these lowly wealth as we are born in the same land where Alwars preached passivity, objectivity, benevolence, clemency, tranquility, reparation and candor through their Hymns in our own Tamil?

Satakopan (Namalwar) sang ten verse on Anantha Padhma Nabha Swamy reclining at the temple of Ananthapura Nagar seen through three doors. One of the verse is

“ thudaiththa kOvindhanaarE* ulakuyir thEvummaRRum*
padaiththa emparamamoorththi* paampaNaip paLLikondaan*
madaiththalai vaaLaipaayum* vayalaNiyanandhapuram*
kadaiththalai seeykkappeRRaal* kaduvinai kaLaiyalaamE.”

The last line of this pasuram means, the one who cleanses the floors of the abode Ananthapura Nagar will be freed from the vicious circle of life and death. The Maharajas of Kerala were well informed about Alwar’s hymn and surrendered their wealth at the feet of the Lord on realizing that the material wealth is of no use. They realized that the only way for salvation is in Bhakti and kainkarya and swept the floors at this temple. Till day there is a practice in the temple where visitors could sweep the floors if interested in salvation, for those who believe in it. Unfortunately, the temple is immaculate, warning us that we have to wait longer for salvation.

Today, as this temple is richer than many institutions, there are bystanders, opportunists and speculators buzzing around. Security has tightened to safeguard the wealth from raiders. Government at both centre and state ready to strike at any moment. Social activists do their bit by stressing on distribution of wealth. Several ideas emerge like installation of a museum displaying these wealthy arty-crafts. Whatever be the idea is, we will fail miserably if we do not align it with the idea of Namalwar to reach Ananthapuram temple on look out for salvation. As Krishna preached in Gita, Whenever there is decline of Dharma (righteousness) and rise of Adharma (unrighteousness); To destroy the wicked and to re-establish Dharma, he manifest himself through the ages - Here he is showing a way for all those who are obsessed with wealth. When one door is shut, God has opened three doors of wealth only for us to realize Alwar’s hymns and eternity. Now that we have known the existence of this Temple, Alwar’s Hyms and what Maharajas did, let us follow them. Let us fill immaterial in several rooms with doors and leave it for our generations to apprehend when they are in need. Of course, we have several Rajas here who have the wealth to do so.

Sunday, 13 February 2011

Friday, 24 December 2010

God No God

My dear scientist, my antagonism was not directed at you, but your community as a whole (includes your grand fathers, great grandfathers - the so called spirits of science). This is my anger on all those who pose to be new age scientists, falsify the works of philosophers and represent the old wine in new bottle. If a philosopher comes up with the concept of ‘atman’, talk paramathma – jivathma, our beloved physics architect takes a cue from this, discovers atom and end of it arrogantly claims no more parama’atom’-jiva’atom’. Then establish literature to prove there is only atom and name it as their invention. They go on to define atom in such a way that common man is forced to accept it as a scientists’ creation. Worst of all they take these men away from philosophy that came to simplify things for humanity. People confused by science, ignorant of our philosophies end up in difficulty and pain
I did not have any problem with people questioning the existence of God on opting science. My intention was only to mock scientist for their science till date has come with nothing new to excite mankind. Everything around me today is only transformations of things that already existed – again the concept of old wine in new bottle.
Define God – for scientists it’s seriously a tough one. For a common man like me, with zero knowledge in science it’s all that easy. Just read few verse from the Vedas and Gita, I am able to understand God. I need not go any further.
Yes, every physics has philosophical base, you test, re-test, multi test and after several tests prove philosophers are comical nuts.
Finally, for the sake of doing it, do not hurt the not so knowledgeable. What’s wrong if a man polishes a rock with turmeric and places few flowers over it and believes that, it is that god who will give him the day’s bread? Why do you have to go about proving that …NO, that is a mere piece of lava that solidified? After all you do not have an answer too. In what way you are being better to the mankind? You make it sound like, 'when God is a tough metal even for highly knowledgeable scientists, how you illiterate folks gonna understand god?'
To conclude, am seriously not against an individual scientist, definitely not against you…you could well be one among those scientist who gets up every day seeking God’s blessing to provide you knowledge to understand him…am only saying in the name of science, do not make certain simple understanding a tough one for common man.