Jan 19, 2017

Our right to clean air and our responsibility to NCR’s biggest ailment

It’s almost a poetic end.

A fitting finale to the excesses of a city which have come back to wrap it entirely in a thick veil of smog, with no sun, or hope, in sight.   

We have played with nature so much that we have created a whole new season! A season marred with erratic weather conditions, with temperatures fluctuating wildly from 31 to 16 degree Celsius! Add to that a relentless cover of smog all over the city made up of dust and poisonous gasses, and voila, you nearly have the setting for a post-apocalyptic dystopian sci-fi story. Unfortunately for us, it is not fiction but the hard reality.
On 1st of November, a day after Diwali, an entire city woke up to arrival of an unwelcome guest in Particulate Matter 2.5 or PM 2.5, considered the most dangerous particle, at more than 20 times the permissible limit in Delhi’s air. Suddenly, the city was clutching at its last breaths.

As per a survey in June this year, 47% residents in Delhi-NCR have symptoms of various respiratory diseases. Numerous committees, advisory boards and action plans later, the effects have been few and far between. A comprehensive plan, formulated in consultation with various medical and environmental organizations, is still missing. Knee-jerk reactions such as declaring school holidays will not have any effect unless core lifestyle habits are targeted for change.
While Diwali firecrackers have been a significant cause for rising pollution this year, there are other factors involved which are of a recurring nature. These include the transportation of trucks and commercial vehicles through Delhi, along with industrial waste.  These vehicles are invariably of an old model, and often do not meet the pollution or energy standards as defined.

As if it were another great sale day, media reported the deficit of anti-pollution masks and how people thronged the markets to buy them. While our officials visit the global cities for learning infrastructural lessons in education, governance; why haven’t we yet considered the danger of smog and pollution from the world’s most important business center Beijing.
Beijing's air is heavily polluted owing to its windless and warm weather and has been receiving smog waves which are tackled efficiently. As part of Beijing municipal’s severe air pollution emergency plan, which took effect in March 2015, the government implements a range of measures to cope with the alert. Electric vehicles, movement based on odd or even vehicle numbers, longer and more frequent operating hours of public transport is the foremost. The plan comprises daily cleaning of roads and banning of fireworks, garbage burning and as detailed as to open outdoor barbecues.

We do not have government lead steps rolled out to bring reduction of emissions from coal and non-renewable energy burning industries and vehicles so as to boost cleaner and more efficient use of renewable energy forms, electricity and natural gas in place of coal, support for wind, solar and bio power sectors. Vacuum cleaning of Delhi’s arterial roads was to start in April this year and four machines were engaged for a few days but the project couldn’t take off.
The Delhi government has rolled out some policies which include regular sprinkling of water on Delhi roads and establishing air-purifier. But the effectiveness of these claims are unl is going to be effective and bring about results. At this moment however, with things looking grim, there is an increased role of us as citizens to play. It’s time that all of us come together and take the task of getting ourselves aware and educated and spreading the knowledge to others. The RWAs should come together to deploy car pools, efficiently manage waste, reduction in crop-field burning, implementation of control measures to deal with air pollution and a blanket ban on Dussehra and Diwali firecrackers. Furthermore, care and attention to patients such as children and senior citizens with respiratory ailments needs to be given top priority.

A major portion of our current population is suffering from pulmonary issues with constant cough and breathlessness, irritation in the eyes, lack of energy etc. While I write this, I can still hear firecrackers burning. Is this the level of education, civic responsibility and surroundings that we will be leaving behind as a legacy to our children? With empty parks, rapidly filling hospitals and a constant air of despair, the city’s countdown has almost begun. We can either remain silent spectators to it, or be accountable for the health and safety of our seniors and young ones, and prevent the pollution quicksand from engulfing us.

Oct 20, 2016

As she blew the candles on the cake..

Showers of blessings to Dear Jesna,
23 years! and chirpy Dear Jesna!

Today the Virgo lass shall smile,
I gather she has a different style.

I wish for you a laughter devine,
Like subtle happiness from the wine.

I wish for you for a future bright,
That steps you take fall mostly right.

You rise above the small and shallow,
And achieve a rich and radiant halo.

I wish for you a splendid Sunrise,
A victorious Sunset after a day gone wise.

May your smile never go vary,
May you celebrate each day like a fairy.

A Happy Birthday to the Lass clement,
May Today and Alls be the greatest present.


PS: This poem is a birthday wish to a dear friend born in the month of September back in 2014.
A brilliant human being, she'll always be a dear.


Oct 4, 2016

While on the job

Here’s a conversation from work today and I get to be the bright one. :) 

XXX: You know Udit, I spent hours preparing for a review meeting with the Boss and he cracks the whole thing up in 15 minutes… one feels a little Err... depreciated. 

I: Oh come on XXX Sirji… The Boss is reviewing the job that you are doing. He doesn’t have to know 'your' job. He just has to know, if you know your job in all detail and are doing it well. Knowing this much, the Boss's job is done. 

There was applause in the cosmos or so it seemed… somewhere… far far away.

Apr 9, 2016

Fasting (is) Feasting!!

So we have ISIS, followed by Taliban, notorious Kim Jong Un, the perennial Kashmir, vexing Arvind Kejriwal and the recent JNU boloney and many others... Namely the big problems of the World! 

Here’s a circular scaled map of the entire known Universe in a single field of view using logarithmic maps and satellite images collected by NASA and ESA missions. Now, I am particularly fascinated by it!

Among various astronomical things it makes me realize, “How tiny am I and my troubles.” In the above map my existence and presence is NIL. Oops...

But look at my Magnanimity! By sheer ignoring food, I have the power to turn around scenarios! Well sadly, that’s no Creating a Difference or Changing the World moment.

Hindus dedicate 9 days to the Mother Goddess which is what is known as the Navratris. In my definition, the Dedication is about Indulgence. Astronomically also, this is a good setting, like there’s magic in the Air! (Like the Universe will be positive and take care of itself and we mortals needn’t worry much - or pretend to). On second thoughts, maybe not everyone feels it.

Of the ones who ‘get it’ :) ; some observe fasts, yes because they wish to enjoy this effect on themselves; some observe other rituals like chanting and kirtan. And yes that brings me to saying that after 5 years of experimenting with myself, I’d say that the concept of Vrat is not about conquering food and condiments. It is mere celebration of the cosmos and its conspiracies.

Dedicating ourselves to the goddesses, by meditation and mantras during these days helps us connect to the cosmos better. In the longer run of life food just becomes the least in priority temptations for us, music, mind and madness take an importance. The phenomenon of 'God is in the Details' and the 'Brilliance of the Cosmos' is adored and admired most often. With a higher awareness of body and sustenance, food is acknowledged only as a fuel for energy. The simpler the better and this is what made me a vegetarian with a sandwich fixation.

I may as I grow, understand life more clearly as I have learnt or opened up a few layers over the years while accepting fasts. A more profound and vivid conversation takes place in between the mind and the body these days and both are happy in each other’s company. Fasters would have been best left alone, yet, there runs a parallel, inevitable life. They always strive to get back to the conversation leapfrogging the obstructions or disturbances. It’s the same feeling when two blissfully playing toddlers are separated or when two pets take extreme fancy to each other.

Food here becomes a mere Fuel and the smallest of problems. One eats what is available the easiest and doesn’t let the conversation be bothered (basically avoiding the burps and farts during the talk).

I pray if everyone could fast to get a sense of their body and mind, and be humbled by the real magnanimous Cosmos, yet I won’t motivate others to. Or maybe after nine days; meanwhile, I am too happy enjoying my state and the cosmic conversations :)

Happy Navratris!

Dec 29, 2015

Zest for Life!

Psyche
I see happiness behind your eyes,
A surrendering innocence in your smiles,
Excitement about the road you'll take,
Transcending pride in your enchanting style.

Among the favourite of His proud treasures,
You surpass beauty in every measures.
I feel deep immense poetry everywhere about you,
Wallah.. I am stunned to see what you hold inside you.

Steady feet, pillared legs,
Brilliant bright, beyond pure white,
Carved curves, tender nerves,
Your feet a star, on a festive night.

Carved Creamy Calling Calves,
Strong minarets of a masterpiece,
In obeisance I bow down to them,
Nervously touch the softest tease

Transfixed to the power that lies ahead,
The source of the mother, the energy red,
Where lies the genesis of life,
I surrender unto your love so rife.

An untraveled roadway to purity,
Through untouched snowy mighty paths,
A temple within a 'Jasmine forest' dark,
I worship thee with tremendous spark.

Blessed Blissed Bathed in tranquil,
Climbing the valleys, troughs and streams,
Flawless landscape, the expansive Hills,
A slate behind that fulfils all artistic dreams

I breathe harder clutching the supple, softest slopes,
Nearing destiny, the delectable door to all my hopes,
There lie the koel's neck, about which dark the Ganges run,
Where I get lost repeatedly and salvated emerge again.

Your prowess your elegance your elan,
Your grandeur your substance your command,
Shall set the world's trifling limitations freeing,
For Your Zest to Life is unmatched to humble beings.
                                           *

Psyche in the Bath is a painting by John William Godward, an English painter from the Neo-Clasicist Era. Displayed at the Western Block of the Salar Jung museum, Hyderabad, India it is one of my favorite part of the Museum and a painting that stops time for me.

The other works of JW Godward are as compelling. www.johnwilliamgodward.org. My poem above is a tribute to the most beautiful woman and Godward's vision of Psyche.
An Irony : JW Godward committed suicide at the age of 61.

Jun 7, 2015

Lutyen's Sunday!



These pictures are from my pilgrimages to the Mecca of cyclists. 

Pedallers coming from far and near pay a Quixotic obeisance to the monument with a hand on their heart and head held high. The Rajpath connecting to the South and North Blocks become the perfect complexes adorning the Tall Sanctum Santorum. 

Calm, Pride, Honour, Favored, Gratitude, Bedazzled are some of the feelings buzzing in the tunnel connecting the heart and the mind while trudging through the long road on the two wheels.

 Baby Eagle flies high, fends for prey, the early hours of day

Foreboding Foliage 

The Raj'path' to Freedom 


"O kaka.. Haule Haule", the Sardarji roared



Roxanne


Us at the 'Ministry of Magic' 


The spirit of India Gate never sleeps, passionate pilgrims like us thrive in its enigma and ecstasy.

Hyderabad to Harinagar; Himalayas Beckon

Golconda bids a farewell, Coco's Tara wishes me well and The Himalayas await
I fought against the urge to fit Hampi in the Headline. It does bring relief to those who know me well I am sure. (I reckon, apparently almost everyone knows me well.) Hampi had become another Home in Southern India in the four Humble yet Highly Haywire years in Hyderabad. The mysterious land has a major value contribution to my life's learning and is a cherished immeasurable asset which I carried to the North.   

The mighty Hampi (Vithalla Temple campus)

Hunooz Dilli Door Ast (Abhi Dilli Door Hai / Delhi is yet far away) was my state whenever it was the decision making time. While I knew Delhi is going to be as enterprising and enriching, I always shirked to leave Hyderabad. Of course it is the warmth of the city which never wanted me to withdraw the comforts and the contentment. Besides that, it was the humanity in the city which held me. Friendships sprung up to become Families pampering you and not just taking care. The others you met through the day ensured you to maintain a decent emotional quotient emanating through their honest talk (includes small, medium and large) and enchanting smiles. I wouldn't be a racist to say that the Telugus have the most candid and frank smiles, sincere as well. 

Ab Dilli Door Nahi (Delhi is Not Far Anymore) happened so immediately. I had to chose over nostalgia and the existing. There was so much of the present that I had to handle and do justice to. The destined gullible friends and family who's character and nature I share could never have enough of the time I could squeeze out. I owe them a bond forever.

My cycle has taught me to keep pedaling lest I'll fall, lose balance so to say. So is our duty in this world. To keep moving. In my case probably not like the gypsies. Unlike them solitary souls, I'll be held by those who have been generous and touched my life. For I have deep regard and gratitude for every one who has helped me learn or unlearn or teach me or just be there for me, or simply heard me mercilessly sing. 

Now nestled in Delhi's Harinagar, with all enthusiasm and the Wisdom of the South, I ready myself to another set of journeys. To newer meadows and pastures. Among these it excites me the most to scale the Himalayas where I hail from. Who knows where lies a Serendipity! (Chuckles)

PS : I have found myself responding in Telugu, "oka nimisham maa", or Hyderabadi, "Hou ji.. Aatun". I missed my daily quota of Telugu from various sources and saw a reality show on Zee Telugu and Maa TV. Of course I do listen to songs from the recent Rowdy Fellow and my favourite Happy Days. I with fanatic excitement watched Bahubali's first trailer. Super Mama!! And I have made an effort to open my mind and heart to Bruno Mars and Taylor Swift. 

Here's a song I dedicate to everyone at Hyderabad.





Dec 20, 2014

As natural as it gets

A 100% natural salad made today afternoon using -

Strawberry
Chayote
Palm sprouts (roasted)
Pomegranate
Mint leaves
Papaya

And that is it.





No salt or sugar was added.

Calories, I spent the same while making it.

Nutrition? A cocktail of vitamins, minerals and fibre.

Sadly I was the only one who enjoyed it; wish I could share it.

Oct 31, 2014

Dailey

For Delhi
And Dehli
But Daily (not April, which is my favorite month)
And Dahlia
Dalai perhaps..

Jul 24, 2014

Ummmm... Affection.

A deep and strong affection is an energy waiting to disrupt positively. It is this energy that manifests in Art. 

Is it necessary?
Ummm we dooouoo (in my current accent)... But don't we live in a win win. Why then?
And do we mean it?
I think it's hardly intended. It's only because i need a cushion some time. Like hugging a stuff toy. Some people get pets.
So one feels the need for it. Hmm?
Ummmm...  Ok I do feel to be loved, to know if someone has thought about me. I feel great if I get a message from anyone except my Boss or colleagues around the world or a call from them. It's exhilarating. You feel good about yourself.
So it does hold meaning?
Ummmm... yes. But is that what is affection I wonder...

(Break. For no reason.)

How many times do you make similar calls, send messages?
Ummmm...  Mostly, if at all, well actually to my mom. And its not out of an obligation but that I want to, at times my sisters but I do forget my friends. I take them for granted. Less to my dad as well. Relations hardly.
Why would you have to talk to your relatives?
I should na. Again, its no obligation but they are nice people. They are of significance in my ecosystem and their being there is really important. But thennnn...
:-) Are there lesser topics to discuss with them?
Hmmm yes kind of. Earlier it was studies and now it's marriage. I knew them less as individuals. And they don't know me well as well. I m to them what my parents told.
Does it need a lot of guts to go the extra mile?
Avoidable guts, I'd say.

(Break. For no reason.)

So there's needs to be a motivation for affection?
Hmmm..  If you have to put it this way, so dry.
Hmmm...  But u like affection.
Oh yes... I have an addiction for affection.
To give or to receive it?
Both.
Is it selfless?
Not unless its pure.
So it's selective.
Hmmm I guess. I take everyone for granted that way. Most..  Well almost everyone.

(Break. For dramatic effects of revelation.)

Oh shite. I hate it when people do so to me.. Am I a bad human being?





"There There... Udit."





Jul 21, 2014

Juvenile Compositions

She thanked me a bunch
Of the daffodils and daisies,
Slightly quiver got my hunch
And I landed up at JCs
                *
what to do... what to do, 
Chirped a cute  li'l cuckoo,
'wat ooo tels s'so troo; whe'll alwysh nid oo' 
what to do, what to dooo :-(
                *
Helter Shkelter, 'ere and their
Ins'de-Outs'de everywhere
Toiled eyes seeking peaces
Strawberry fields forever at JCs
                *
Ray of 'Ope, a refreshing soap           
The Distance; a thin rough rope!!           
New music even naturally made, 
Alexander's taken Home his Jade
                *
Hung. the boys Sung
Boy Oh Boy bit his tongue
Whirl and Waltz, if I may could...
Miles away did Joys stood
                *
Super Senti, Duper Senti!!
A Senti Simpleton I am
From her broad smiles to cute Jives
She left having brightened our Lives
                *
Appeared an Angel with bejeweled wings,   
The Fairy wedded among the Kings        
Showering grace goes my Joan along,         
A powerful melody,Her sweetest song.
                *
A lot could be done if open and aware, 
A lot attained if Ji just look not stare
There are alternatives Ji could chose, 
Eliminate a fight, nurture truce
                *
And Finally a Chapter's closed.
Equanimity is reimposed.
With a Fresh slate, a New page,
I look back at myself, 
Oh Gosh there's so much to gauge!!
               ***