Litter bugs

A news item in the daily Mathrubhumi on the evils of littering really was an eye-opener. Littering is nothing new in our city and it would not have brought shock or surprise in the normal course but what is appalling is the naked truth that the villain in this case is a village called Cheranallur which once upon a time was hailed for cleanliness and even bagged some prestigious awards for its anti-littering drive. Ironically this village is the home for the prestigious Aster Medicity, a multi speciality hospital. It is really sickening to hear that the whole village now stinks.What a melancholy?.

"Littering is punishable" reads one road sign. "Keep the city clean" says the other. The pedestrian looks at both the signs simultaneously and in a casual manner drops an empty can right outside the dust bin on the pavement. A motorist drives along. Stops at the traffic lights. Lowers the window of the car and pushing his head out spits on the road. An auto driver in the adjacent lane stares at him - nonchalant. Pulls a tissue paper, wipes his face and throws it on the road. Reflex action, it seems. This is a very common scene we often come across in any city (Kerala in particular and India in general). If I say with the exception of countries like Singapore, will you agree with me?. I am sure, you will, because Singapore is a success story.

Now that we have observed the unruly actions of the handpicked three on the road, it goes without saying that they all know well that ignorance of law is not an excuse.  But habits die hard. Why?. Why can't we change for the better. If Singaporeans can educate themselves on this subject and other expatriates domiciled in Singapore can follow suit, why not here?. It cannot be endemic at any stretch of imagination. What you really need is good governance and an awareness of civic sense.

I had the good fortune of spending a month in San Fransisco with my son. A city so scenic with well kept roads and pavements that you tend to forget what littering is. Buildings and roads stay spic and span day in and day out. Even pet owners are warned of severe penalties if their pets dirty the pavements. Here no such rules can be imposed (as we have only stray dogs on the roads, no one claiming ownership).

How many of us do realize that littering is a real menace, leave alone the health hazards it poses. Go to a public park. You invariably come across empty dust bins and litter all around on the ground. The parody of the popular rhyme reverberates in your ears "Litter Litter everywhere not a place to rest".

It is high time that we all valued the merits of the "Keep the city clean campaign". For this you need to regulate your habits. Habits are correlated to your character and the question of disciplining oneself arises. Gandhiji said "Education which does not mould character is absolutely worthless".

A few days back, I happened to come across an anecdote of a Doctor who was passing through Thiruvananthapuram International Airport. She could not use the wash room as there was a heap of used facial tissues and toilet papers lying unattended on the toilet floor. If this is the standard of a place of prominence then what to expect of the dwelling of a very common man in the lower strata.

We live in the city of Kochi and let us review the situation here. Municipality workers and Kudumbasree members keep moving around the city clearing the litter. Does it imply that they alone are responsible for keeping the city clean?. If you answer is yes, then let me warn you that you are failing in your duty as the resident of a modern city which affords you all the luxuries of life.
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Need for speed

In aviation terms near miss refer to nearly missed accidents. But we can relate it to nearly missed flights as the context demands.

My daughter and son-in-law were returning to Bengaluru after spending a week-long vacation in Kochi. The flight was scheduled to depart at 2210 hrs and as per the norms of the carrier, passengers were required to report strictly by 2125 hrs lest they fail to board and obviously miss the flight.

We got a driver at 1930 hrs and were about to leave when my wife called and asked us to wait for her as she was travelling to Kochi by train expected to reach Ernakulam Town station by 2015 hrs. We were rather apprehensive as it allowed  just above an hour for us to make it to the airport in time considering the usual traffic jam.  But hesitantly we decided to take a chance. The train finally arrived at 2020 hrs and by the time we started it was already 2030 giving us just 55 minutes to cover 33+ kms veering through the nasty traffic. We were all tensed up with very little hope of reaching the destination on time.

Time was ticking off and the vehicle was moving at snail's pace and it took nearly 30 minutes just to cover the first 10 kms.  We had no other option but to tell the driver to ignore the speed limit, come what may. It really worked.  But we are not sure whether there were speed cameras on the highway. That only added to the tension. Anyhow the driver used full throttle wherever he could and amidst our silent prayers the vehicle finally touched the departure gate on the dot.

We were under tremendous pressure and finally heaved a sigh of relief when my son-in-law called to say that they have checked in.

We have been in similar situations in the past. But we continue taking chances valuing sentiment. Is it really worth to put yourself at risk by over speeding just to say goodbye in person to near and dear ones before embarking on a trip when cell phones can radiate your voice or flash your messages in a jiffy. Please ask yourself.

India of the 21st Century

                                                               

                                                           


A prize winning essay by my son Venkat Karun Venugopal during his school days at Abu Dhabi Indian School (Year 1997)

I have a dream, a Nostradamus vision, of a phoenix arising, rejuvenated and vibrant, that of India as a superpower. As the dawn of millennium approaches, India will sparkle a hope for Asia, a hope for the world.

In the field of technology, India will surge forward and attain global leadership in terms of production and distribution.  More and more technocities and silicon valleys will develop . India will be the pioneer in the development of the fifth generation computers, the computers which can think like human beings and act logically.  India's superiority has already been demonstrated with the development of the Param series. Further, Bangalore will possibly become the silicon capital of the world.

In the field of medicine and biology, our scientists will revolutionise the field with breakthrough such as a cure for the HIV virus which by then would have been a monstrous epidemic with several millions mercilessly and brutally wiped out by it. Moreover, we would have also completed the final phase in the development of a cure for cancer.  We will have achieved tremendous success in the field of genetic engineering such as cloning human organs, the need for which today is very apparent. Further, Indian healing techniques such as Ayurveda and Yoga will spread to each and every corner of the world with overwhelming results.

In the field of space technology, we have already displayed our prowess with the development of the INSAT series. Further, we will have revolutionised the techniques of remote sensing wherein weather forecasting and geographical surveys will  enter a new phase.  We will also have played a major role in paving the way for human settlements on the moon. Furthermore, in the field of nuclear power, we will have harnessed the full capacity of the Uranium atom, mainly in resolving the present energy crisis, which has a dastardly effect on our economic development.  Further, India will play a major role in condemning the use of nuclear and biological weapons in warfare.

India will hold a prominent position in the United Nations entering the Security Council and leading the UN in the attainment of peace and harmony in the world. Further, India will play a major role in the development of the third world countries by means of monetary and technical support, and lead the world to bridge the chasm believed that there will be peace in the world only if all the countries follow the policy of disarmament. I shall see to it that there won't be any war in the world.

These are not just empty promises made to make the people believe that I am the ideal Prime Minister for India. These are promises that are made by a man who has gone through his experiencing the sorrow of illiterate and poor people.  These promises will be kept and I hope that the world will cooperate with me for I think I have made up plans for the best use of my money. Oops! I have run out of time, so I will just put my dream ahead of me and strive to achieve although I know it will just remain as a distant dream for me.

Together, Forever

                                                     

               

A prize winning poem by my daughter Ashwathi Venugopal written during her school days at Abu Dhabi Indian School


My never failing friends are they,
With whom I converse day by day
Friends, who are very well - known around,
friends, whom you can never even dream about

They are always with me in the mornings,
they are always with me at night
You can find them with me in the twilight hours
when the weather is neither too dull nor too bright

They accompany me to school everyday,
they welcome me when I get back
And whenever I feel ill or depressed
they are always there for a reassuring pat

They share such a lot of secrets with me
They are my closest source of information
And we confide in each other so much that,
together we can save the nation!

I trust them from the depths of my heart
and I know that we will never depart
Deep in my heart is a special place for them
a place which is more valuable than any gem

My friends do not give me a chance to feel bored
They are what I call my hobby
And believe me, friends like these
are better than any Tom, Dick or Harry

My friends have a cure for all diseases
and unlike doctors, they can be quite fun
I consider them to be the best chefs on earth
their recipes are one in a zillion

Whenever I need help with my schoolwork
my friends do not laugh at me like some nerds
Trignometry, algebra, whatever may be the problem
They conjure up answers like magical wizards

My friends are very concerned about the depth of any knowledge
they always ponder about how much I know
they try to talk to me as  much as they can
to see that in the best way, I develop and grow

My friends have a very unique and special feature
and that is, that they will never ever die
Hold on, do not mistake them to be some extra terrestrial creature
but believe me, this is not a lie

You might be waiting with bated breath
to know who these special friends of mine are
well, why don't you take a very wild guess
hey, you're guessing cannot be that far

Well, for those of you out there who still not have guessed
please, don't threaten me with those killing looks
Alright, I will give you the answer and here it is
the very obvious answer , and that is books

Yes, it is right that my very best friends
are none other than books which I deeply treasure
And I know that even when I am gone
They will always be there for me together, forever.

Palmist's prediction (Part two)

                                                           

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Time was ticking. The prediction of the palmist continued haunting me. It was really disturbing. Anything could happen any time, I said to myself.  Years rolled by. Life moved on as usual. With its ups and downs of course, but nothing disastrous.

Five years elapsed since I turned 55 and joyfully I completed sixty years on this planet in the year 2009. It so happened that I was destined to complete sixty years with my friends and their families, my wife standing by my side at a function in Guruvayoor temple organised by my friends, not to celebrate my birthday but something more spiritual (only me and my wife were aware of my age). Anyhow it turned out to be a real birthday treat with the blessings of the Lord and a sumptuous lunch.

Memory of the meeting with the palmist started fading with the passage of time. I could not visualise what was in store for me.

22nd June 2009, the day dawned as usual. After the routine morning chores I drove to work. Around half past three that afternoon a colleague of mine came to me and asked "Hey are you retiring in December this year?. I heard so as this topic is spreading around", he continued. I was totally numb unable to react as I have never ever thought of retirement upto that moment. And I was not mentally or financially prepared to call it a day.  It was a sudden shock and it gave me a severe jolt. I felt totally depressed and dejected. I could feel the impact of this shock all over my body.

On reaching home I went straight to the bedroom and sat on the couch. Suddenly I started shivering uncontrollably and shouted for help. My wife and nephew took me to the hospital where I was administered necessary first aid and then allowed to go home. I was back to normal.

On 23rd June 2009 around six in the evening the symptoms reappeared. This time it was a bit severe and I could not balance my body and I kept swaying. I was rushed to the hospital and taken to the emergency unit for a diagnosis. I was eventually moved to the ICU and blood samples were taken. I was finding it difficult to breathe.  The doctor on duty observed that I was not responding to the medicines. A team of doctors was busy discussing the seriousness of the situation. They kept on trying different types of medicines and finally came to the conclusion that it was a case of blood infection. As the breathing problem persisted I was put on ventilator.

I was lying down staring at the ceiling constantly praying in silence. I knew that my wife was waiting in the hospital premises without food or sleep the whole night and frequently checking with the nursing staff on my condition as she did not have free access to the ICU. Later in the night the attending doctors told my wife that the chances of survival are dim as the vital organs have started failing one by one. I realized this (as a flashback) only after I was discharged from the hospital. They asked my wife to inform my children.

I went into a deep slumber. I dreamt that a supernatural force was consoling me, with the words that two angels will take care of me, one being my wife and the other my cousin's daughter, a doctor herself. Without my knowledge, my health status was being monitored at regular intervals. My condition remained the same till next morning. My kidneys stopped functioning. It was then decided to transfer me to the renal section for a possible dialysis. I was put under the care of an Iraqi doctor who decided to delay the dialysis (This doctor later revealed that he used to be the personal physician of Saddam Hussain before he moved to Dubai).

Then the miracle happened. I started passing urine and I could hear the doctor say "Thank God, he is out of danger and dialysis will not be necessary".

Around nine 'o' clock on the third day of my hospitalisation I saw my daughter standing near my bed, tears rolling down her eyes. She presented an artificial smile hiding her worries and handed me a picture of Sai Baba of Shirdi.  The very sight of the picture suddenly brought a ray of hope and I indulged in silent prayers.

On being informed by my wife,  my son rushed to Dubai crossing the seven seas just to have a glimpse of me. He was looking sad and jet-lagged. I smiled at him and whispered, I am OK.  Then there was a flow of visitors and well wishers.

The doctors finally diagnosed the disease as Septicaemia but they could not investigate the source so they vaguely concluded that it could be food poisoning, blood transfusion or a deep and sudden shock. It is common knowledge that the chances of survival is nil in most of the Septicaemia cases.

For me it was nearly fatal. It would have been disastrous as the palmist predicted years ago, but for the divine hands and the God-sent angels.

I heard a few years back that Professor Kutty passed away, passing the mantle to his son. I feel like shouting at the top of my voice "Professor Kutty, you are really marvelous but you are no match to the prowess of the all pervading phenomenon. That unseen force, unknown power can change anything and everything, even the fate line on your palm".

Rememberance

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Nehru was a hall of fame
Jawaharlal his real name
Pandit he was widely known
For his prudence and renown

His face indeed in fulsome bloom
His eyes that speak always zoom
Day in and day out with that aim
India must gain freedom and fame

Children always his lovely dream
For him they were a glorious beam
Their winsome smiles of rare joy
He moved with them like a wayward boy

Chacha Nehru they all adore
Who wins from all, love encore
He always fills their heart with gleam
His birthday for them is an endless seam

Palmist's prediction

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Long long ago a world renowned palmist Professor Kutty from Kerala happened to visit Abu Dhabi. Out of curiosity I decided to meet him. It was brief and looking at my palm he said only two things - don't ever dream of making millions and there is a disaster awaiting you after age 55. I did not take it seriously and rather cold shouldered it. 

Time moved fast days turning to months and then to years and when I reached 55, I unknowingly recollected the meeting with the palmist. For certain, over the years I have not managed to secure a place in the Forbes list of millionaires either in UAE or in India. So one prediction has proved right.

I completed 55 years of my existence without any untoward happenings.  But how can this prove the palmist wrong in so far as the second prediction. Because he said a disaster after age 55.  Was it bound to happen? 

Wait for my next blog post on this subject coming to you soon.

Vishu through the ages

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Vishu for me is of nostalgic importance. Because it brings back vivid memories of my childhood. So I am getting into the time machine and travelling back to my childhood days. 

I grew up in a joint family. The family headed by my grandmother and assisted by her eldest son (my uncle) and three daughters (my mom being the youngest), with an array of soldiers (Kuttipattalam you may call in Malayalam) comprising six brothers and four sisters (for me my cousins are also my own sisters). It was a well knit family sharing the pleasures and pangs of life together. A true example for the universal truth - Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam. We had a fairly large house (using the standards of those days as a parameter) but with minimum amenities. There was no electricity, water or gas connection. Kerosene was used for lighting, water for all purposes drawn from the well and firewood used for cooking. For us, fast food in those days was the one which took lesser time for cooking. Junk food was an unknown substance as the refrigerator was not yet born. We enjoyed both summer and monsoons using umbrella as the only regulator in the absence of any other gadgets. Ice blocks were used only for commercial purposes and ice was a rare commodity in households. 

I heard about Vishu for the first time from my mom. She used to tell us about the myths and mythologies covering Vishu in greater detail. So three things were most welcome to us - Vishu, Onam and of course the school holidays as these three were the direct source of merriment. Vishu brought lot of excitement with the bursting of crackers and sparklers, as also a sumptuous lunch (which other than Vishu came only with Onam). My mom and her sisters would wake up before sunrise and decorate the prayer room with flowers, fruits and vegetables, welcoming the new year and the festive season, and paying reverence to the deities so that there will be peace and prosperity throughout the year, as it is strongly believed. Before the break of the dawn it is customary for the elders to wake the children up and make them walk in their sleep, their eyes covered, holding their hands and leading them to the prayer room. Then the children are asked to open their eyes and to their utter surprise and enchantment what they view in the prayer room gets embedded in their tiny little minds, bringing light to their lives. Our uncle being the only male head in the family then distributes coins in small denominations to all the members of the family regardless of their age. 

For the children it is a real treat as Vishu is the only time that they get a coin in their hands, unlike the children of this generation, for whom pocket money is a birthright. Things have changed over the years. The world has changed for the better. From stone-age we have travelled long and reached cyberage. But it is really exhilarating that these rapid changes have barely affected the age old customs and we continue following our culture and tradition in their original form without deviating an iota from the customs formulated by our forefathers.

So let us look forward to another Vishu which brings with it worldly peace and an era of friendly coexistence.

Tribute to Guruvayoor Kesavan

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Guruvayoor Kesavan he is ever hailed
His height and might never rivalled
He was a tusker so calm and humble
He lived for the Lord at Guruvayoor temple
With his trunk touching the ground
His poise was that of a mound
For Guruvayoor town he was an icon
He moved around like a never ending beacon
He was the pet of the Lord and the land
And was greeted in a manner so grand
But time always takes it toll
And Kesavan too had his call
His admirers all around mourned his demise
His statue was erected as a tribute sublime.

Reflection

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Oh Ganges! The river of holiness
I come to thee for peace of mind
Thou art, beauty and serenity,
Make me immerse in divine thoughts.

Make me forget the present and past;
I go back to the world of miseries
the moment I take leave of thee.
I bow before thee, Oh Holy river,
Adieu thee and forget me not.

Reverance

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Gandhiji as we all know
Was indeed a man divine
Mahatma he was rightly called
For his great and noble cause.

Against tyranny he stood like a fort
Patriotism alone as his forte
He lived through the ages like a sage
Spreading his words, "none wins with rage".

His life has been an open book
And his voice echoed in every nook
Non-violence was his only option
And with that he saved a nation.

Let us salute the departed soul
For his valour and worthy role.

Recollection

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Tricolor unfurled atop the mast
Unionjack folded and returned at last
Indian soldiers in uniforms so starchy
Marching past the Red Fort so catchy
Saluting the Republic born this day
Jai Hind in rhythm they all say

With painful memories of bygone years
And victory sound of bugle in their ears
Patriotic surge in their body and mind
Stern discipline of an implicit kind
Pledging to play the perennial role
Of protecting India with heart and soul.

Reminiscence

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Bracing the coast of the Arabian Sea,
A tiny little village you can see.
A resplendent lighthouse its only attire,
which guides the sailors in despair.

With his roots deeper to ground;
Palm trees and plantations all around,
Stood that sturdy banyan tree bold,
A sign of wisdom, this bark of old.

Spreading his branches full of leaves,
A sigh of relief he always gives,
In scorching sun and lashing rain,
For passers-by in his rein.

Always a shelter for those who lap,
when they stop for a quick short nap.
Time passes like a racing deer;
Taking its toll on this tree so dear.

He loses his strength like a fallen hound,
His roots unable to base him sound.
It was the day of the dreadful storm,
Poor old banyan sway and infirm,
He looked upon the coast in bemoan
And tumbled to the ground for all to mourn.

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