Saturday, September 29, 2012

Two conversations



There was a new Skoda Octavia in the neighbourhood. It was blue in colour and had all the latest functionalities. Our neighbour uncle, a sixty year old retired banker, threw a party when he bought the new car. We were given "just one turn" to ride it around and uncle seemed to beam with pride when people told him how smooth the ride was. His half concealed embarrassed smile showed how much he enjoyed the "wow!what a car!" We enjoyed the attention too - it was as if there was a new member into our community.

That night, after all the excitement, when we all sat together to have a quiet dinner, uncle confessed, "Let me enjoy life at this stage. What will I do with my money if I don't enjoy with it now?" We all agreed heartily!

Another favourite uncle of mine, a distant relative, was also due for a car change. I loved this uncle for his practical, down to earth tastes, simplicity and friendliness. The Zen that he drove though functional had become old with use and had started incurring a lot of maintenance costs. Uncle kept talking about buying a new car. All of us who knew him asked him to buy a big car, now that he was done with the small one. He definitely would be able to afford it. He would just laugh our request off.

One day, on a silent Sunday afternoon, as we sat drinking a hot cup of tea sitting in the veranda of his house, I asked him jokingly which car was he thinking of buying. He thought for a while and looked at me in the eye and said with a smile, " Innovaa" Wow! I thought and teased him.. "Innovaaa...!!" “Down-to-earth tastes, uh!” I thought, smiling to myself.

"Yes.. " he said.. "If I buy a new car, I might as well buy something that can take the whole family in. At-least we can all go out together on rides. "

I couldn’t say anything after that.

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Saturday, September 22, 2012

The grace of "taking"

"Why does mom get me Nisha's dresses?" I thought looking at the neatly spread white colored frilly gown spread on my bed. Nisha was mom's best friend's daughter and older to me by one year. Sometimes mom would get me  dresses that Nisha had out grown. Though most of the dresses were pretty, hardly worn and well preserved, I would always cringe at the thought of wearing someone else's dress. Mom would never understand what the fuss was about and would always brush me aside.

As I stood there in confusion, I heard the gate open. It was Radha! Radha was our maid's 16 year old daughter and once in a while when  Radha had a off at school she would come home to help her mother out. Radha was around four years older to me and two years younger to Didi. Radha's mother had worked with us since my childhood and even though Didi and Radha had a lesser age difference, Radha and me connected more. She would humor me, play around with me, guide me and sometimes take me around. I loved being with her. And knowingly or unknowingly I learnt a lot about life from watching her silent, well mannered conduct and mannerisms.

That day, Radha asked me if I would like to visit her at her home. I willingly agreed and with my mother's permission we walked the one km to her house. Her house was a small place in the near by low income housing community. It had one small room that served as drawing room, bedroom etc. and a kitchen. The stuff in the room though old and worn out looked warm and clean. One side of the room was a Godrej cupboard and on another side was a small TV. I recognized the TV instantly - it was our old one! I smiled. I looked around a little more - the room had two old cane stools and a old diwan. I remembered they too had come from our house.

I looked at Radha. She was beaming - ear to ear. "Come, sit! Sit..!" She said as she took a old cloth out and wiped the torn cushions on the cane stool. "I will bring you a glass of lemon juice" she said and ran inside the kitchen. She was a simple pretty girl and the joy on her face made her look prettier.

I chatted with her for sometime and after an hour or so, we walked our way back to my home. Her sky-blue dupatta brushed my hand and I looked up. I noticed that she was wearing didi's old salwar kameez. It had been one of my favorites. Now didi had outgrown it and like many of didi's earlier dresses, she had passed this dress on to Radha. Honestly, I thought all the dresses suited Radha more than it suited didi.

I looked at Radha lovingly. She never ever complained that she had to wear another's dress.  I remembered the pride and pleasure we felt to see Radha looking so beautiful in didi's dresses. I remembered the stuff at Radha's home. How gracefully she and her family would accept what was passed on to them. I smiled as I held Radha's hand tightly.

Back in my house, I ran to my room to relate the day's events to didi. My gaze fell at the beautiful lacy white dress still lying on my bed. My face beamed with joy looking at the intricate laces.

I had no questions any longer and ran inside the bathroom to immediately try it on….

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Saturday, September 15, 2012

About authors and writing - The Man Who Knew Infinity: A Life of the Genius Ramanujan - Robert Kanigel


"He heard it all his life-the slow, measured thwap . . . thwap . . .thwap ... of wet clothes being pounded clean on rocks jutting up from the waters of the Cauvery River. Born almost within sight" of the river, Ramanujan heard it even as an infant. Growing up, he heard it as he fetched water from the Cauvery, or bathed in it, or played on its sandy banks after school. Later, back in India after years abroad, fevered, sick, and close to death, he would hear that rhythmic slapping sound once more.

The Cauvery was a familiar, recurring constant of Ramanujan's life. At some places along its length, palm trees, their trunks heavy with fruit, leaned Over the river at rakish angles. At others, leafy trees formed a canopy of green over it, their gnarled, knotted roots snaking along the riverbank. "

The paras mentioned above are the first two paragraphs in the book - The Man Who Knew Infinity: A Life of the Genius Ramanujan* by Robert Kanigel. The book written in 1991, talks about the life of the Indian Mathematician who lived between 1887 and 1920. Needless to say the above writing had me hooked.

A lot of times when I read a book, I end up thinking more about the expertise and artistry of the author than about the book itself. What I was amazed in this book was how the author had got into Ramanujan's shoes and imagined how he felt living on the banks of one of the biggest rivers in South India, Cauvery.The author then goes on to describe the river Cauvery in next few pages. He talks about its origin, character, colour. He talks about its serenity and turbulence and how it deeply touched the lives of the people who lived on its banks.

In another place, the author talks about the caste system in India. He mentions how the caste system was started by Manu, the great saint. He talks about how the British writers failed to understand it and how they liked to write horror stories of Indians affected by the caste system. He then goes on to explain how the caste system actually works in India and then talks about Ramanujan lived his life as a "South Indian" Brahmin. The first few chapters in this book gives a detailed description about India, its cultures, festivals, temples etc and how Ramanujan's life revolved around it.

I loved the way the author wrote about the culture in India and connected it to Ramanujan keeping the flow in the narration alive. Also the writing is fluent, imaginative and thoroughly researched and that makes it a thoroughly enjoyable read.

Here is another piece of writing that I liked.

"It would take a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to the shadows. There, in the Sarangapani temple's outer hall, it seemed gloomy after the bright sun outside. What light there was swept in from the side, softly modeling the intricate sculpted shapes, the lions and geometrically cut stone, of the hall's closely spaced columns.

Away further from the light, nestled among the columns, were areas favored by bats for nesting. Sometimes Ramanujan could hear the quick, nervous swatting of their wings. Or even see them hanging from the ceiling, chirping away, then abruptly fluttering into flight.
Unlike Western churches which, architecturally, drew you higher and higher, here the devout were pulled, as it were, inner and inner. Within the high stone walls of the temple complex stood a broad court, open to the sky and, within that, the roofed columned area. In further yet, you came to the great chariot, its enormous wheels, several feet in diameter, drawn by sculpted horses and elephants. Within the building-within-abuilding that was the chariot stood, in a dark stone cell where a lamp burned night and day, the sanctum sanctorum, the primary deity himself-the great god Vishnu, rising up from his slumber beside the many-headed serpent representing Eternity."

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Srinivasa Ramanujan (22 December 1887 – 26 April 1920) was an Indian mathematician and autodidact who, with almost no formal training in pure mathematics, made extraordinary contributions to mathematical analysis, number theory, infinite series, and continued fractions. Living in India with no access to the larger mathematical community, which was centered in Europe at the time, Ramanujan developed his own mathematical research in isolation. As a result, he sometimes rediscovered known theorems in addition to producing new work. Ramanujan was said to be a natural genius by the English mathematician G.H. Hardy, in the same league as mathematicians like Euler and Gauss.

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Saturday, September 8, 2012

Driving on Indian roads...


It was 8 am in the morning. I was rushing along the usual route to my music class and I was about to reach a cross road junction. I was about 200 mts away from the junction and had a full view of the other three roads. A jeep approximately the same distance as mine from the junction was coming from the right. A car was coming in from the left and a truck was coming in from the road ahead. Which meant that a few seconds more and we all would arrive at the junction at the same time. Now that was close to what actually happened. I said close because, the car on the left was a little late in reaching the junction, since there was a bump on that road.

But the truck, jeep and my car reached at the same time and ended up locking each other. I had blocked the jeep on the left who had blocked the truck. The only one who could move and hence release the lock was me. To my surprise just when I was about to drive ahead, the guy on the right caught up and squeezed in between the front of my car and the side of the truck - completing the deadlock. If I hadnt been irritated, I would have found the situation extremely hillarious.. ! I mean - None of us could even budge and the guy on the left, instead of letting the dead lock open, had tightened it. In fact inspite of the fact that I was extremely frustrated, I was laughing, shaking my head in disbilief. I tried looking at the guy on my left, intending to give him a dirty look. But he staunchely stared ahead focussing on crossing the junction.


We Indians are hillarious on the roads! really! There are times when I am driving through a narrow lane and a car comes from the front. Now the best way to get out of a narrow portion of a road is to have one of the cars back up. And most times, I happily back up letting the car in front to pass. But there are times when it wouldnt be possible for me to back and I would expect the person in front to reverse. However I am always hillariously surprised when  the guy accelerates ahead and gently squeezes his car in the narrow lane expecting me to do the same.
Just the other day, I was driving on a highway when the signal went red. Since I did not want to get too close to the truck in the front, I stopped at a distance. I was enjoying the sight in front of me and cool breeze as I was waiting for the signal to clear, when from no where two bikes came and stopped between my car and the truck in front. I could only smile. Now I take extra measures to avoid such a situation. I take my car very close to the vehicle in front and dont allow any vehicle of any kind to come in between.

One learns... ! :)

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