RELATIONSHIPS

In the 1990s

As a child

I longed for bonding

Bonding among cousins

Bonding among relatives

But somehow, I could never understand

The reservations grown-ups had.

Why could sleep-overs be not common?

Why could one not barge into a cousin’s house for breakfast

Or just make impromptu plans with relatives

Why?

The family politics was always beyond me!

Shift to the 2020s

Now, a grown up

I still crave for bonding

Now I have my reservations

Bound by the daily rigmarole

I struggle to find time and energy

To maintain relationships

And at some point

My comfort takes precedence

Where I feel that sleep is more important

Than making a call to my sister or brother

Or to invite my nieces or nephews for that sleepover

That aside, an even more pressing thought is:

Will we be able to bond? Or will the conversations be awkward?

No family politics here, yet difference in ideologies, thoughts, actions

Seem to create an invisible wall

Where each wants their own space

Were these the reservations that I could not understand as a child?

How I long to throw caution to the wind and just bond with people

Forge heart to heart connections that rise above doubts and negative feelings    

And enter a realm where only relationship reigns supreme!

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Board Exams: Do marks define a child?

Board Exams

Maa, I just have to revise this once again and I will be good. My younger daughter told me. It was 1 am and she was still studying. The exams are around the corner and like every child, she wishes to leave no stones unturned.

I look at her and I am reminded of the day she was born. My joys had known no bounds. She had her eyes tightly closed, her lips were red, and she had her tiny hands under her chin. What a sight she was. Filled with gratitude and pride, I have watched her grow.

School life seemed to have passed off in a jiffy and here she is, all set to take her 10th boards – one of the most important exams in India. Board exams here command a certain amount of tension and frenzy, which have only grown over the years.  

When I had taken my board exam in the 90s, scoring 60 percent would entitle one to a first division and that’s what most of us aimed for. Those scoring 80 percent and above summoned everyone’s admiration, while those with 90 percent were placed on a pedestal. However, that has changed over the years as the aspirational levels continued to rise higher. In 2019, about 13 children topped the CBSE 10th Board Exams with a score of 99.9 percent, while numerous others had scored 90 percent. This year, perhaps, the threshold level would move to a perfect 100 percent.

It then comes as no surprise that the run-up to the board exam is like a quarantine period, where parties are cancelled, TV cables are ripped off and mobile phone usage comes under strict vigil. The child is almost isolated and every moment is monitored for any wastage of time. This is also the period when a deep relationship blossoms between the parents, books and the child, where the sole focus is on acing the Boards with excellent marks.

Marks: The inevitable truth in a child’s life

Marks! What is it with marks, I have always wondered? Are marks truly the defining parameter of a child’s life?

Going by the societal norms, of course, they are. How else do we distinguish between a good student and a not-a-good one? Marks clearly indicate whether a child is brilliant, and help decide if he or she is eligible for the best colleges in India.

Students feel elated when they score well and let down when they don’t. In fact, marks have the capability of generating multiple emotions in a student – ranging from anger, fear, jealously to elation, jubilation and a sense of supremacy. These emotions are not restricted to children alone but can be found in parents too. They are equally affected, if not more, by the children’s scores. The most persistent question being, “How much did the other child score?” In case the other child had scored more, then the next statement would be, “Oh! How come you did not score as much as him?” This perhaps explains why, during the Board Exams, both children and parents are under pressure, with some parents feeling as if they are the ones taking the exam.

When I look back at my growing years, like mentioned before, the pressure to score was not that much and I remember my parents always telling me to feel happy about studies and to enjoy it. I too have encouraged my children that way, but whenever they did not score well, I would be disappointed. This confused me a lot. On one hand, I was telling my children not to worry too much about marks, but when they did not score well, I was upset. What kind of a hypocrite was I?

Subjects: A wellspring to seek knowledge

As I continued seeking answers to calm down my confusions, I came across an old article, written in 2016, where Mary Helen Immordino-Yang, an Associate Professor of Education, Psychology and Neuroscience at the University of Southern California opined, “Whether the grade is good or bad, you’re taking the student away from focusing on intrinsic interest, and tying their experience to grades. Under such circumstances, genuine interest in learning for its own sake wilts.”

She further explained, “Grades can be an impetus to work, and can be really satisfying but when emotions about the grade overwhelm students’ emotions about a subject, that’s a problem.” She went on to emphasize that with grades in focus, a student begins to devote more mental space to the assessment than on the real subject matter. And that can be dangerous. She was clearly referring that the children should have the ability to distinguish between studying to learn and studying for grades.

This meant studying can be divided into two parts – the first and most important would be to study with an aim of acquiring knowledge, to actually understand the significance of the subject and how to apply it wherever applicable. The second would be to focus on the technicality of marks – where a child ensures he or she is thorough with the topics, learns to write answers in a certain format, and also acquires time management skills, among others.

When students begin to focus on gathering knowledge right from the beginning of their education, what will happen is that everyone will have something to take back from every subject. This would also mean that there can be no comparison between two students as far as knowledge is concerned, because each one’s take is going to be different. When children understand a subject thoroughly, they are bound to score well. However, under circumstances where they score less for some reason, that would not make them a bad student in their own eyes and in the eyes of others, because they already are aware of how much they know about the subject. Then, slowly marks may not be that much sought after, rather knowledge would be. This would bring lot of relaxation, comfort and happiness in students and parents’ lives alike.

Agreeing to this, a well-known psychologist from Mumbai, Dr Sheba Singh says, “The focus should be on learning the concepts, skills and applicability, marks would then automatically follow. By writing answers which are exam-style or result-oriented, students are developing writing and organising skills, so there is actually no harm in learning how to write to the point and crisp answers that would actually help score marks. It would just be enhancing their knowledge further.”

I suddenly felt comforted and as I watched my daughter get ready for her exams, I wished her all the happiness. I prayed that she is able to feel confident about the subject and enjoy writing the paper thoroughly. Marks may or may not follow, but that will not affect the amount of knowledge she has gathered about the subject. Marks, after all, is one indicator but not everything that defines a child.   

Ayodhya Verdict

Finally the verdict is out! The land belongs to Hindus. But I would like to ask, who actually owned the land? Since time from the beginning, we human beings have taken it onto ourselves to divide everything – the land, the sea, the forests…in the process ending in disputes when there is a disagreement on the portion of the land or its ownership. And mind you, these disputes can get extremely dirty in situations, eventually leading to the loss of several innocent lives.

And here the land in question has religious connotations attached to it, hence making the situation even more critical. What is religion, I would like to ask?  

Religion is something that enables us to gain immeasurable courage and hope to traverse through the rigours of our daily lives. Religion teaches us to rise above the fundamental darkness that exists within us like anger, envy, pride, ego. Religion teaches us to build an indomitable spirit that empowers us to stay undefeated even in the most trying circumstances.  But most importantly religion teaches us not to begrudge people as our happiness invariably lies in the happiness of others. Thus religion teaches us to unconditionally embrace one another, along with their good and bad qualities. Because the truth is that we are all human beings, born on this earth with unique purposes, and the potential that resides within one equally resides in other. All human beings are in that sense one and each one deserves immense respect and dignity.

Now I wonder if this piece of land has the power to convey and establish all these values and thoughts in people. Irrespective of who the land belonged to or belongs to, there has been a huge flow of bad blood, which is against the principles of any religion.

So, what could have been or can be the way forward? Put the land to best use. Nothing can be nobler or more religious than serving humanity.  Build schools, hospitals, orphanages, old age homes, foster homes, homes or animals and birds; or anything.  Let it be a land, where humans can walk in without being asked which religion, caste or creed they belonged to. Let it be a land where discrimination is torn apart and equality is given all the importance. Let it be a land that is empowered to instil humanistic values in each one. This actually will be an act of religion in the true sense.

Siblings

India-Kashmir

Born out of the same womb
Love flowed unrestricted
People swore by their companionship

Then, greed and selfishness walked in
Disguised in human attire
Slowly creating a divide between unsuspecting siblings
Tearing them apart

Alas! They never wished to be parted
But that’s how the traitors chose to write their destinies
Two new-born nations…
And a future filled with hatred and disharmony

Part they finally did
Amid lot of blood shed
And slaying of innocent souls
Who went into the oblivion
Screaming WHY????

Time passed by

The hatred between them only grew more intense
That they were siblings at some point
Seems to be all but a big joke
Selfishness and greed are now more powerful now
They continue to use their human disguise
Only that now there are numerous of them
Who try to thwart every feeble attempt at peace
Depriving the siblings any chance of reconciliation

Blood spills even today
But now it is random and sporadic
While one sibling loses a smart army man
Who was eagerly waiting to see his new-born
The other sibling loses a loving brother
Who had been lured into so-called terrorism

As both siblings watch death and pain around them
Numerous innocent souls are still screaming WHY!

A very short love story

Blood red, bold and beautiful

She stood out amongst others

The glistening dew drop

So much in love

Longed to stay on

Yet it knew at the next touch

It would have to let her go

So it decided to pour out all the love

That existed in that moment

Before it became another of her vanquished admirer!!!

Today, let me be me!

Let me be me

Let me be me
Today, let me not be a mother
Worried about my kids’ future

Let me not be a wife
Ensuring the tiffin is right

Let me not be a friend
Launching yet another meet-up plan

Let me not be an employee
Scurrying to meet the never-ending deadline

Let me not be an employer
Supervising every employee’s demeanour

Let me not be a hobby enthusiast
Diligently off to every interesting class

Let me not be a health freak
Hitting the gym with a winning streak

Let me not be a perfectionist
Looking out to straighten the almost-straightened

Let me not be….

Today, let me be me!

Today, allow me to be myself

Allow me to hug and sit down quietly

Allow me to catch up with myself

And have that long-due conversation

Allow me to be just me.

Re-Connecting

2008!

A year where I connected

With the world, like never before

Found long lost friends

And sometimes even love

It was magical

When people liked and commented

On my Facebook posts

Or when they generously retweeted

My 140-characters the most

 

It filled me with pleasure to

Know the country my friend was visiting

Or to watch my favourite niece’s christening

Oh! My God! Chintu – the timid boy of our school

I never thought he would bike it to the mountains!

Wow, Wow, and Wow!

Fierce emotion-filled praises would surge forth

 

With everyone painting their own exotic stories

Pictures and videos splashed across

Giving me a peep into numerous lives

Even as I allowed them a peep into mine

 

Years passed by…

 

My habit of hurriedly uploading my status

Or sharing those unique captures

Only became stronger

Social Media was now my life’s anchor

And this looked true for  others

As I found myself constantly pondering

Over their musings-views-and-‘perfect lives’ candour

 

While I marveled at all these

I was also beginning to get weary!!!

Weary of shouting

Weary of admiring

Weary of building my larger-than-life persona

 

2018!

My posts are almost nil

My albums are silent

With few stray likes and comments

I still maintain my feeble connect

 

But to all those who matter

I am in constant touch

Not through posts, comments or likes

But through phone calls, visits and lovely chats over chai

 

I still admire

The creation of Facebook and Twitter

That changed the world

But my world remains unchanged

My family, relatives and friends

With whom I have re-connected

And with whom in the most humane way

My life is now engaged!

Bear Hug or A lifetime lesson learnt?

I am no fan of politics, nor do I follow it every day. Having said that, I keep a tab on it off and on.  Since many years, ever since Rahul Gandhi got active in politics, I have been watching him – watching him not live up to the expectations of people, yet not giving up his position and persisting on. There was a time when I thought he would gladly make way for Sachin Pilot or Jyotriaditya Scindia, after all, he was never keen in politics, was he? But history was not meant to see such moments.

But what we did see was a growing repository of Rahul jokes. Modi was one of the first ones to openly pick on him, never missing an opportunity to ridicule him. Nicknames like Shahensha or Shehzada became a regular in Modi’s speech.

Soon people began to catch on the jokes. And to a large extent Rahul aided it too, with his infamous faux passes. It was as if a floodgate had opened up and Rahul went on to become everyone’s Papu.

But in all this, Rahul never reacted. (And I have to add here, if these kind of jokes were made on any other politician, it would have unleashed a hell of fury.) Was it because he understood that when people make fun of you or ridicule you, it actually showcases their mentality and not yours?

When you are pulling down a person, you often feel you are exhibiting a show of strength, which is why we often hear people say –  “I gave him a piece of my mind. I don’t fear him or anyone for that matter!” But here, the question is not about fear at all. It is about how negative or how low your thinking can get about a person. No wonder I winced when Modi, whom I have deep respect for, chose to openly pull down Rahul.

Today when Rahul hugged Modi, I would like to believe that his heart is in the right place. People may term it as a political gimmick, but you need courage to do something like that. It is easy to shout and rebuke a person, but it needs immense strength to hug a person who has been tearing you down at every given opportunity.

And when Rahul said he has no hatred towards Modi, I would like to believe him because this would then make him a great human being, for he has learnt to rise above anger, hatred, jealousy, and other such negative feelings. This is irrespective of whether he is a good leader or not, or whether he is a dynamic politician or not. Learning not to begrudge is a lesson very few of us manage to adapt during our lifetime. But with this hug, it seems, Rahul Gandhi has managed to master it.

Ooops, did I just see him wink after the hug? I rest my case. Birds of the same feather fly together and Rahul and Modi indeed seem to be of the same feather. If the wink had not happened, this write-up could have rested in the above para with a rosy ending!!!!

How I Became Satpal’s Bhada!

Chalna hai Bhaiya?

Nahi Madam, Bhada hai!

That would be enough for my temper to soar. What would follow then would be an enriching drama, much to the amusement of the onlookers. No amount of cajoling or throwing lines like, ‘I know the DSP of this area’ would yield any results. The autowalas would simply refuse to ferry me as I traveled short distances.

This was me in Delhi some four to five years back, where you could see me fretting on the road until some autowala sympathized and offers a ride at extra charges. There would also be days when I would walk long distances just to locate an auto, who would then refuse to go. This situation continued till I began using my car, vowing never to take autos.

Then imagine my frustration as I shifted to Mumbai and had to commute by auto once again. There seemed to be no choice unless you liked driving and getting stuck in jams. The auto-fear was so huge that I almost thought of not taking up a job.

However, the undying spirit that Mumbai is famous for made me think otherwise. I mulled upon the people here who would get up early, finish their household chores and rush to travel in over-crowded trains to their places of work, braving the people, the heat and the sweat. In front of their ordeal, were my attempts to catch an auto even huge?

No it wasn’t. But there was a difference, I debated with myself.

In a train journey, someone could burp right into your face or shove you hard, making you lose your balance or simply make you feel claustrophobic by coming too close. However amid all these discomforts, you have the assurance of reaching your destination on time, no matter what. An auto could never guarantee you that. Moreover, what frustrates you is the feeling of being cheated and made to look like a fool. The moment they say bhada hai, you know it is an excuse for not travelling short distance. It is this feeling of being subjected to something ‘unjust’ that becomes unbearable in this whole auto drama.

But after much thought, I decided to give Mumbai autos a shot.

First day of work

Gearing up for the usual round of arguments and vehemently promising myself to maintain my cool, I stepped out of my apartment to find an auto. I found couple of them standing. That’s a good omen to begin with.

Chalna Hiranandani?

Haan Madam.

Did he just say Haan Madam! Was I dreaming? I was jubilant to find an auto driver who agreed for a ride in the first instant. Small joys of life. That was day one that ended well.  

Next day I waked down wondering if I would be as lucky as yesterday. I heard someone call – Madam, idhar. It turned out to be the same driver. I got in smiling.

In the coming days, it became a ritual to find him waiting for me. I slowly got to know him, driver Satpal. One day I decided to thank him for agreeing to the small distance and saving me the pain of catching an auto.

To which he replied, “Arrey madam, aap acchha bhada ho! Phele din jab mein ne aap ko drop kiya, accha kamai hua tha. Aur har din ho raha hain. Acchha bhada ho aap” (Arrey, madam, you are good rental. The first day I dropped you, I earned very well. And it has been continuing that way ever since)

I did not know whether to laugh or to be shocked – me a bhada, a rental!

The bhada bit did not stop there. There were days when I would step out and auto drivers would shout, “Satpal, bhada ageya hai”(Stapal, your rental has come) or “yeh madam Satpal ka bhada hai.” (This madam is Satpal’s rental.) Once when Satpal was on leave, I could hear an autowala persuading another by saying, “Madam ko le chalo, accha bhada hai.” (Please ferry madam, she is a good rental)

For long, I was confused whether to be angry at being called a bhada or to be amused at the sheer audacity of the situation. But then I chose to be amused, for it is not every day that auto drivers think you are a good omen and agree to short distances. Moreover, from bhada hai to accha bhada hai, I have come a long way!