So, India has another first in its vast history -- its first female president.
Pratibha Patil was elected as the first president of the country. In a country that has been known to respect the ladies and its women, this does not surprise me.
Wikipedia has a nice writeup on the president of India. You can see it at President of India .
Someone recently asked me how can I say that Indians respected women, when there have been incidents of Sati and bride burning. I understand their concerns but drew their attention to the fact that the rituals of Sati and Jauhar are known to have started in the medieval era only -- when India (then known as Bharat) was being attacked from the west. To save themselves from humility and trouble, wives and unwed girls killed themselves after their husbands were killed. The most common way was to jump in the pyre lit to cremate the husband. For those who are unaware, Sati is the term used to describe the ritual when the wife sits on the cremation pyre along with the dead husband's body. Jauhar on the other hand, is the term used to describe the ritual when all the ladies of the house jumped into the fire, mostly when their husband(s) or men were killed in a battle and the enemy was expected to loot the palace or kingdom. The most well known such cases were recorded in the Rajput states of Mewar (now Rajasthan).
A look in the early history tells us that Indians have treated their women as Goddesses as described in the Vedas. However, there has never been a mention of these rituals in earlier times. It was sheer call of the period that forced this custom amongst the women of Western India, and it gained an improper mention in the PR engines of the world, without giving the right reason for it.
Thankfully, this process is no longer followed. There have been few incidents where girls (more specifically brides) have been burnt, in most cases due to dowry related matters. Both these (dowry and burning) are crimes and are heavily punishable by law. In fact, I am told that the law in India goes to the length of saying that if the bride dies (of any cause) with in the first 7 years of marriage, there will be a judicial inquiry into her death. It is not a thing written in any religious book to burn anybody -- just some idiots, who feel that this is the only way they can show their power, turn to this stupid way. Little do they realize that this way they only show their impotence and powerlessness. It is a most heinous crime and should be deplored by one and all.
Hopefully, Ms. Patil's appointment to the highest office in the country will let the women in India know they have more power and rights. She has very big shoes to fill in, as the office of the President of India has been occupied by leaders like Dr. Radhakrishnan, Dr. Rajendra Prasad and the outgoing President, Dr. Kalam. There have been women leaders before Ms. Patil (Rani Lakshmi Bai - who led the first war for freedom from the British, Sarojini Naidu - a great freedom fighter and Mrs Indira Gandhi, to just name a few). Hopefully, she will bring honor to these names and also to the women of India.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
My anniversary and how I met my wife
Sorry for the delay in writing this blog.
Simply put – I have been busy. I just celebrated my 20th marriage anniversary!! Woo Hoo!! We had a beautiful time while on vacation – it was a wonderful time at a beautiful place.
I guess 20 years is a long time, by any standards. My wife and I have known each other for 25 years and been married for 20. It does seem like a long time – but I remember every day of this period, almost as if it just happened just yesterday. No seriously – I could tell you everything we have done over the past 25 years. It has been a ride – not always smooth, but a beautiful and enjoyable ride nevertheless. We have had our ups and downs, the storms and the calms, and what not – but what is important is that we have made it so far.
I feel as if this match was made in heaven - -perhaps that is why we were born just 5 days apart. She was born in Gwalior, a former princely estate in the central part of India. I was born in Indore, a few hundred kilometers to the south west. Her parents were both Ph.D – her father in Zoology and her mother in Chemistry. My Parents were both Doctors too – my dad a MD in Pharmacology and my mother in Obstetrics and Gynecology. Two of her three brothers went to the same school as I did.
But – we met in college in Indore. We were both studying for our Bachelors in Science in 1981. It was the second year of a three year course, and both of us were in the same class. Surprisingly, we never talked that year – perhaps because we were both very reserved and introvert. It was my first experience in a public college and coming from the sheltered life of an elite private (called as public schools in India – and these are top of the line institutes) school, I was just trying to figure out the system.
Finally, in the third and final year, there was this very boring zoology class going on. The professor was teaching something about Salamanders and every student in the class was bored. I was the only one writing something in my notebook – it was notes, but I was writing the lyrics of Paul McCartney’s song, somebody who cares. His album, Tug of war had just come out and I was (still am) a huge fan of his work. She thought I was taking notes and asked me to show her my note book. I gave it to her smiling sheepishly. She thought I was writing a poem (whatever!!!).
That was the only talk we had that day. Next day, as luck would have it, I was late for my zoology lab. Unluckily, the lab staff did not allow anyone coming in late to join the lab, which was about an important dissection of frog. So, nobody believed my reason that I had a flat in my bike and it looked like I’d miss the dissection. So she put in a word for me. Her dad was a professor in the same college and it helped. She offered to show me the demonstration that I had missed and we got talking over a dead frog and a bunch of calipers/forceps.
So, we discussed my “poem” and I found out that she wrote poems too (I didn’t). Her brothers were engineers and two had studies as Government of India Scholars in my school. We talked about our families and things in general. But that was about it. The very next day, we met in the Chemistry lab but I avoided saying anything, as I didn’t want her to feel that just because we talked the day prior, I had the right to say something to her. I still get ribbed about it.
Anyway, we kept talking off and on for the next few months. Just before the final exams, we were trying to go over some dissection practice together and she convinced her dad to show a few to us. So, I went to her house with the animals (a dog fish and a pila) and her dad showed us the dissections. That was my first trip to her house and a chance to meet her parents. Of course, her dad had seen us talk in the college, but we were just friends then. We continued to be friends over the summer vacation too. Then we traveled together to Delhi, to give a medical entrance exam. She stayed at her aunt’s place and I stayed at my aunt’s. It was on the journey back that we felt close and we held hands almost all the way back from Nagda (a small station midway) to Indore.
Then we joined the masters program – she in Biochemistry and I in Chemistry. We were closer friends now. Things got better from this point onwards and we started going out. We saw a few movies together, had lunch at a few spots in Indore and visited each others homes. Almost a year after our train journey together, we finally told each other that we really liked being each others company and would like to be together as a couple. Our parents still had no clue about all this; although I am pretty sure her dad had some idea as did mine. You see, my father had friends in the staff and they would often tell him that I was talking to this girl under a tree. Indore was a small place and it still doesn’t take a lot of effort to find out about someone. Also, remember that it wasn’t very common in those days to see a guy and a girl going out together – not to say that it didn’t happen.
We knew there would be trouble. We were of different sub-castes, though both of us were Hindus. She was a Brahman and I a Kayastha. Eventually, she told her eldest brother’s wife who decided to meet me. We met over lunch in a Chinese Restaurant called as Hong Kong Cuisine. Luckily for me, things worked for us and I was called for a full fledged interview at her house with her family. Boy, what a grilling that was – all three brothers were there. They asked me tons of questions about my plans, my life etc. etc. Finally, I won their approval. Her mother was not very happy, but finally relented.
On my front, I chose to tell my aunt first and then to my dad. My dad was a bit apprehensive at first, but then agreed to meet her family. My mother was a different story and didn’t like my choice (I have a faint feeling that she still doesn’t – but it is too late to even think of changing things now, right?). It turned out that my dad and her mother had studied in the same college and my father knew about her family. That helped.
So, to make matters simple, we got married in 1987. I was still studying – having decided to switch to electronics engineering in 1985 – in the second year of a 4 year course. For two years, I was in Pune while she was at my house with my parents (in India, children often stay with their parents -- just the roles reverse, as parents age and the kids, mostly sons, take care of the parents). I will write more about that later in another section some other time, just like I feel I have to write and tell you all about the process of arranged marriages in India.
It has been 20 years of marriage and 25 years of having known each other. We have been through a lot, have come a long way and are closer than ever. We still have a lot to do and still have a long way to go. I hope to give you all more insight into our life together as we carry on with this blog.
Simply put – I have been busy. I just celebrated my 20th marriage anniversary!! Woo Hoo!! We had a beautiful time while on vacation – it was a wonderful time at a beautiful place.
I guess 20 years is a long time, by any standards. My wife and I have known each other for 25 years and been married for 20. It does seem like a long time – but I remember every day of this period, almost as if it just happened just yesterday. No seriously – I could tell you everything we have done over the past 25 years. It has been a ride – not always smooth, but a beautiful and enjoyable ride nevertheless. We have had our ups and downs, the storms and the calms, and what not – but what is important is that we have made it so far.
I feel as if this match was made in heaven - -perhaps that is why we were born just 5 days apart. She was born in Gwalior, a former princely estate in the central part of India. I was born in Indore, a few hundred kilometers to the south west. Her parents were both Ph.D – her father in Zoology and her mother in Chemistry. My Parents were both Doctors too – my dad a MD in Pharmacology and my mother in Obstetrics and Gynecology. Two of her three brothers went to the same school as I did.
But – we met in college in Indore. We were both studying for our Bachelors in Science in 1981. It was the second year of a three year course, and both of us were in the same class. Surprisingly, we never talked that year – perhaps because we were both very reserved and introvert. It was my first experience in a public college and coming from the sheltered life of an elite private (called as public schools in India – and these are top of the line institutes) school, I was just trying to figure out the system.
Finally, in the third and final year, there was this very boring zoology class going on. The professor was teaching something about Salamanders and every student in the class was bored. I was the only one writing something in my notebook – it was notes, but I was writing the lyrics of Paul McCartney’s song, somebody who cares. His album, Tug of war had just come out and I was (still am) a huge fan of his work. She thought I was taking notes and asked me to show her my note book. I gave it to her smiling sheepishly. She thought I was writing a poem (whatever!!!).
That was the only talk we had that day. Next day, as luck would have it, I was late for my zoology lab. Unluckily, the lab staff did not allow anyone coming in late to join the lab, which was about an important dissection of frog. So, nobody believed my reason that I had a flat in my bike and it looked like I’d miss the dissection. So she put in a word for me. Her dad was a professor in the same college and it helped. She offered to show me the demonstration that I had missed and we got talking over a dead frog and a bunch of calipers/forceps.
So, we discussed my “poem” and I found out that she wrote poems too (I didn’t). Her brothers were engineers and two had studies as Government of India Scholars in my school. We talked about our families and things in general. But that was about it. The very next day, we met in the Chemistry lab but I avoided saying anything, as I didn’t want her to feel that just because we talked the day prior, I had the right to say something to her. I still get ribbed about it.
Anyway, we kept talking off and on for the next few months. Just before the final exams, we were trying to go over some dissection practice together and she convinced her dad to show a few to us. So, I went to her house with the animals (a dog fish and a pila) and her dad showed us the dissections. That was my first trip to her house and a chance to meet her parents. Of course, her dad had seen us talk in the college, but we were just friends then. We continued to be friends over the summer vacation too. Then we traveled together to Delhi, to give a medical entrance exam. She stayed at her aunt’s place and I stayed at my aunt’s. It was on the journey back that we felt close and we held hands almost all the way back from Nagda (a small station midway) to Indore.
Then we joined the masters program – she in Biochemistry and I in Chemistry. We were closer friends now. Things got better from this point onwards and we started going out. We saw a few movies together, had lunch at a few spots in Indore and visited each others homes. Almost a year after our train journey together, we finally told each other that we really liked being each others company and would like to be together as a couple. Our parents still had no clue about all this; although I am pretty sure her dad had some idea as did mine. You see, my father had friends in the staff and they would often tell him that I was talking to this girl under a tree. Indore was a small place and it still doesn’t take a lot of effort to find out about someone. Also, remember that it wasn’t very common in those days to see a guy and a girl going out together – not to say that it didn’t happen.
We knew there would be trouble. We were of different sub-castes, though both of us were Hindus. She was a Brahman and I a Kayastha. Eventually, she told her eldest brother’s wife who decided to meet me. We met over lunch in a Chinese Restaurant called as Hong Kong Cuisine. Luckily for me, things worked for us and I was called for a full fledged interview at her house with her family. Boy, what a grilling that was – all three brothers were there. They asked me tons of questions about my plans, my life etc. etc. Finally, I won their approval. Her mother was not very happy, but finally relented.
On my front, I chose to tell my aunt first and then to my dad. My dad was a bit apprehensive at first, but then agreed to meet her family. My mother was a different story and didn’t like my choice (I have a faint feeling that she still doesn’t – but it is too late to even think of changing things now, right?). It turned out that my dad and her mother had studied in the same college and my father knew about her family. That helped.
So, to make matters simple, we got married in 1987. I was still studying – having decided to switch to electronics engineering in 1985 – in the second year of a 4 year course. For two years, I was in Pune while she was at my house with my parents (in India, children often stay with their parents -- just the roles reverse, as parents age and the kids, mostly sons, take care of the parents). I will write more about that later in another section some other time, just like I feel I have to write and tell you all about the process of arranged marriages in India.
It has been 20 years of marriage and 25 years of having known each other. We have been through a lot, have come a long way and are closer than ever. We still have a lot to do and still have a long way to go. I hope to give you all more insight into our life together as we carry on with this blog.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Beauty in Glass
This was displayed in one of the stalls at the Art and Wind festival. The depth of vision and the blue color gives a good effect to this photo.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Memories of Kite flying and San Ramon Art and Wind Festival
I was at the San Ramon Art and Wind Festival today. It was a joy to see the fair and the community spending some time out in the beautiful weather on the grounds of the Community Central Park.
It also reminded me of the days I spent in India flying the kites. My father never liked my flying the kite – he was worried I’d fall over from the terrace or run myself under a truck while chasing
down the road to catch a kite
(and believe me, I have seen this happen a few times). In India, kite flying used to be a craze!! We would have kite fights or Painch (pronounced Pain-ch), as it was called --- where one kite would “fight” another till the string of the loser were cut and then the losing kite would float away, with a whole bunch of kids chasing the floating kite, down the road.
‘Dheel’ or Release cutting, letting out as much line as possible, was used more often when flying the larger fighter kites. In this form, the weight of the kite and its stability were more important. Kites were flown long distances, often well over 3,000 feet. The flier needed to keep the kite stable so that it could take out more line. The kite that could release more line quickly usually had the advantage over the other fighters.
With the larger kites, there were usually two people involved in the flying of an individual kite, and both were equally busy. While one person controlled the kite, and kept it steady, the other held the spool and was responsible for the line, making sure that there was a sufficient flow of line for the kite.
Either way, the 2 kites would move so that their strings would slide against each other, in a saw like motion. The only way to win a fight was to make a stronger string. So, we all would try and “make” the strongest “maanjha” – as the string was called to fly the kite.
To make the stronger Maanjha, either we would have to make it a smooth slider thread or make it abrasive enough to slice the other Maanjha. Maanjha is the thread line, cured with a special mix of glue and ground glass. Since a lot depends on the sharpness of the string to which the kite is attached, a lot of effort is normally put in making the maanjha. A combination of herbs, glass powder, sand and glue are applied to thick ordinary string to sharpen it. Our maanjha was made by using crushed glass mixed with glue to create a razor sharp maanjha to cut the strings of the all the enemies in the sky. To make a smoother maanjha, we would use things like okra, arbi (colocasia, taro root), apart from finely crushed glass, glue, and color etc. All the boys in the neighborhood would get together on a holiday, to make the maanjha. It was a whole day event and every one was given specific tasks – mixing color, grinding glass, moving the glass or the gliding herbs over the string as some one walked with it and moved it in the air to dry it.
Then, we climbed up to our roof top and got into kite-fights against all the other kids flying their kites from their rooftops. The sky would be filled with dozens of kites in aerial dogfight. The event was fun filled and involved the entire neighborhood. But, now that I think of it that was the way the life was then – fun-filled and something to involve the community. There was no TV, no Wii or Play Station, No computer – it was all fun and games outside the house. And I loved it – so much so that it has left an indelible mark in my memory. The art and wind festival I saw today also brought the community out and people organized picnics. There were cultural dances from all cultures -- I saw the hula, the belly dance, the bharat natyam and lot of other thing -- I enjoyed it a lot, but my childhood kite fights were more fun!!!
It also reminded me of the days I spent in India flying the kites. My father never liked my flying the kite – he was worried I’d fall over from the terrace or run myself under a truck while chasing
down the road to catch a kite
(and believe me, I have seen this happen a few times). In India, kite flying used to be a craze!! We would have kite fights or Painch (pronounced Pain-ch), as it was called --- where one kite would “fight” another till the string of the loser were cut and then the losing kite would float away, with a whole bunch of kids chasing the floating kite, down the road. Obviously, every kite flyer wanted to win the fight. There were two ways to fight an opponent’s kite – either you pull a string or you let the string slide.
The “kheech” or Pull was usually favored when flying with the smaller fighters because they were lighter and more maneuverable. In this form, the agility and moderate weight of the kites, and skill of the kite flyer was more important. The kite was flown to a certain distance in the sky, about 1000 feet and usually ahead of the other fighter kites. When ready to fight, the flier then began pulling on his line as quickly as possible at the same time trying to cut any kite lines that were in the path of his line. Experienced fliers could cut the opponents line from either the top or bottom, and even from the side.‘Dheel’ or Release cutting, letting out as much line as possible, was used more often when flying the larger fighter kites. In this form, the weight of the kite and its stability were more important. Kites were flown long distances, often well over 3,000 feet. The flier needed to keep the kite stable so that it could take out more line. The kite that could release more line quickly usually had the advantage over the other fighters.
With the larger kites, there were usually two people involved in the flying of an individual kite, and both were equally busy. While one person controlled the kite, and kept it steady, the other held the spool and was responsible for the line, making sure that there was a sufficient flow of line for the kite.
Either way, the 2 kites would move so that their strings would slide against each other, in a saw like motion. The only way to win a fight was to make a stronger string. So, we all would try and “make” the strongest “maanjha” – as the string was called to fly the kite.
To make the stronger Maanjha, either we would have to make it a smooth slider thread or make it abrasive enough to slice the other Maanjha. Maanjha is the thread line, cured with a special mix of glue and ground glass. Since a lot depends on the sharpness of the string to which the kite is attached, a lot of effort is normally put in making the maanjha. A combination of herbs, glass powder, sand and glue are applied to thick ordinary string to sharpen it. Our maanjha was made by using crushed glass mixed with glue to create a razor sharp maanjha to cut the strings of the all the enemies in the sky. To make a smoother maanjha, we would use things like okra, arbi (colocasia, taro root), apart from finely crushed glass, glue, and color etc. All the boys in the neighborhood would get together on a holiday, to make the maanjha. It was a whole day event and every one was given specific tasks – mixing color, grinding glass, moving the glass or the gliding herbs over the string as some one walked with it and moved it in the air to dry it.
Then, we climbed up to our roof top and got into kite-fights against all the other kids flying their kites from their rooftops. The sky would be filled with dozens of kites in aerial dogfight. The event was fun filled and involved the entire neighborhood. But, now that I think of it that was the way the life was then – fun-filled and something to involve the community. There was no TV, no Wii or Play Station, No computer – it was all fun and games outside the house. And I loved it – so much so that it has left an indelible mark in my memory. The art and wind festival I saw today also brought the community out and people organized picnics. There were cultural dances from all cultures -- I saw the hula, the belly dance, the bharat natyam and lot of other thing -- I enjoyed it a lot, but my childhood kite fights were more fun!!!
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Friday, May 18, 2007
Catching soap bubbles
My sister playing with some soap bubbles my kids were blowing out. Canon A80 was the camera used for this. The joy on her face shows age is not a limitation to enjoy small things like this.
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