Sunday, January 24, 2010

Do we have what it takes?


We, being children of the 'Pearl of the Indian Ocean' are descendants of a proud heritage which was able to construct engineering marvels, export grain to other countries and have highly civilized societies when the Western world was still evolving.

But, where are we now? Since we got independence in 1948, what was the direction we headed to as a country? How could Lee Kuan Yew once look at our country and say "I am going to bring Singapore to this level", and to see that now Singapore is thousands of miles ahead of us? Being a country with so much of natural resources and low probability for acts of God, why have we encouraged a mentality geared towards aids and free rations? Why do we always tend to overlook the integrity of the country and have the nerve to complain about everything that happens in the country which has an inconvenience for us? Why do we consider Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King and Nehru to be true heroes and yet ignore the valiant efforts taken by our own people to bring peace and integrity to the country?


We have claimed pristine independence after a 30 year old terrorist crisis, and are in a position to take our country from the 3rd world to the 1st world. No one can argue that despite the war, world economic crisis and food crisis we pulled through as a nation without much of a hassle. Now is the chance for us to take our country to where it really should be. But are we ready for that? Has each and every Sri Lankan understood that each one of them has a role to play other than futile commentary?


The answers to all of these, lie within what Dr. Abdul Kalam has stated in a speech he has made in Hyderabad. I think we all must read it with a Sri Lankan abstraction over it and realize the relevance it has to re-condition our nationalistic attitudes.


Here goes…


“Why is the media here so negative?
Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements? We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them. Why?


We are the first in milk production.
We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.
We are the second largest producer of wheat.
We are the second largest producer of rice.


Look at Dr. Sudarshan, he has transferred the tribal village into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit. There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters. I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an orchid and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among other news.


In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime. Why are we so NEGATIVE? Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things? We want foreign T. Vs, we want foreign shirts. We want foreign technology.


Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that self-respect comes with self-reliance? I was in Hyderabad giving this lecture, when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her what her goal in life is. She replied: I want to live in a developed India. For her, you and I will have to build this developed India. You must proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed nation. Do you have 10 minutes? Allow me to come back with a vengeance.


Got 10 minutes for your country? If yes, then read; otherwise, choice is yours.


YOU say that our government is inefficient.
YOU say that our laws are too old.
YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage.
YOU say that the phones don’t work, the railways are a joke, The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination.
YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits.


YOU say, say and say. What do YOU do about it?


Take a person on his way to Singapore .. Give him a name - YOURS. Give him a face - YOURS. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best.


In Singapore you don’t throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores. YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are. You pay $5 (approx. Rs. 60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim Causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM. YOU come back to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity… In Singapore you don’t say anything, DO YOU? YOU wouldn’t dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in Dubai. YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in Jeddah. YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange in London at 10 pounds ( Rs.650) a month to, ’see to it that my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else.’YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop, ‘Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so’s son. Take your two bucks and get lost.’ YOU wouldn’t chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New Zealand .


Why don’t YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo ? Why don’t YOU use examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston ??? We are still talking of the same YOU. YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will throw papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground. If you can be an involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country, why cannot you be the same here in India ?


Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of Mumbai , Mr. Tinaikar, had a point to make. ‘Rich people’s dogs are walked on the streets to leave their affluent droppings all over the place,’ he said. ‘And then the same people turn around to criticize and blame the authorities for inefficiency and dirty pavements. What do they expect the officers to do? Go down with a broom every time their dog feels the pressure in his bowels?


In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the job. Same in Japan .. Will the Indian citizen do that here?’ He’s right. We go to the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility. We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a up a stray piece of paper and throw it in the bin. We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms.


We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity. This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service to the public.


When it comes to burning social issues like those related to women, dowry, girl child! and others, we make loud drawing room protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? ‘It’s the whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego my sons’ rights to a dowry.’ So who’s going to change the system? What does a system consist of ? Very conveniently for us it consists of our neighbours, other households, other cities, other communities and the government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr.Clean to come along & work miracles for us with a majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away. Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in their glory and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure we run to England . When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is out to abuse and rape the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is mortgaged to money.


Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great deal of introspection and pricks one’s conscience too…. I am echoing J. F. Kennedy’s words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians - ‘Ask what we can do for India and do what has to be done to make India what America and other Western countries are today’


Now tell me how the essence of this speech is not applicable to Sri Lanka!


( On a related note, if we look around more attentively, visionaries with such patriotism can be found within our country too )


Saturday, January 9, 2010

A ‘kitty’ Saturday


Friday night is a welcome night for most of us since we have the liberty of having a rather long sleep. Whether you wake up at 7 a.m., 8 a.m. or 10.00 a.m. it won’t make a huge difference since it is Saturday, and that is a holiday! This is the default rule for me as well. But, just imagine, you wake up on a Saturday morning to see new born kittens in your room! Especially when you don’t have any cats at home! Jeez! That’d be a shock! That’s what exactly happened to me today. Anyway, what started as a shock ended as a very touching experience and I thought I’d type it in.

Unfolding…

As some of you know, I am staying in a temporary place in Mt.Lavinia. I am on the top floor of a house and my room opens to the balcony. Over the last few days, I was noticing a white cat with few black spots lurking around the house. However, I did not think it was a big deal since there were anyway few cats around this place. But, I noticed that it was trying to get in to my room from time to time. Apart from that, whenever I open the bathroom door (which is across the balcony), it used to race in from wherever it was, and try to get in there. I thought it was a spoilt kitty and just made sure that it stays away from me (coz I don’t like cats :) ). Once I caught it in my room as well, and chased away. I was little annoyed coz no matter what I did, it was very reluctant to leave. This was like 2 days ago.

The morning shock…

Yesterday, like many Friday nights I snuggled in to my bed hoping to have a long night’s sleep. Everything went on fine, and I woke up around 9.45 a.m. Yes, I know. I am not proud of waking up that late :).

I was just booting up my systems, when I suddenly noticed a fluffy thing move over the far end of the bed. Aha! It was that cat again!!! It had come in through the window which I keep open at night. I was in such a rage and jumped off the bed. But, instantly I realized something. The cat looked rather skinny. Then things started to fit in like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

I realized this cat has actually been a pregnant cat, and the reason why it was trying to get in to confined spaces was to find a safe place to give birth to the kittens. With that deduction, the next thing that came to my mind was, “Oh lord!!! Did she lay the kittens in my room?!!”. But, things were rather quiet, and I thought maybe she just came in to find some food or something. However I saw that she was continuously mewing looking at me and was not going away for more than few feet away from my door.

Anyway, I thought “whatever!” and finished my morning chores and got back to my room. Just when I opened up my laptop and started to read some news, I started hearing a faint squealing from under the bed. It was the moment of truth! There were new born kittens in my room!!! A number of questions started to run through my head. “How many freaking kittens are there?”, “where exactly are they?”, “Gosh! Have they dirtied the place?” etc.

Compassion in action…

With all kinds of weird things whirling in my mind, I started clearing out things under the bed, expecting the worst. I pulled out things under my bed one by one and I constantly kept following the squealing to figure out where they have really ‘settled down’. There was one tall box on its side, in which my fan came. And there they were! I tried to see inside the box through the opening on the side, and mommy kitty was in the far end of that box.

Anyway my room is like 10’x15’ and living with a kitty family inside this is not going to work for me. So, I gently pulled the box out and pushed it over to the balcony, hoping to let them have that as their shelter. I put my stuff back under the bed and was waiting to see mamma kitty’s next move. Anyway she came out of the box in a while, and seemed to be looking for something. At one point it came up to me and started mewing looking at my face (like I understand ‘cat’ :P) . Probably since it did not get the answer from me, it ran off down the steps. Being inquisitive, I peeked in to the box to see how many kittens there are. Aha! There was one tiny little kitten like mouse which hadn’t even opened its eyes.

In a while mommy kitty came running up the steps. And guess what she was carrying in her mouth! Another kitten! Now the kitten count went up to 2. After settling them down in there, the mommy came out again and started saying gibberish to me. And it was very keen to get in to my room. So, I thought maybe it has another kitten and is trying to find it. And of course I knew that it would definitely find one if one was left in my room. So, it came in, went in to all corners of the room, but seemed to find nothing. Then with lost hope it went out again.

At this point I was rather touched since the mommy kitty was cleaning the kittens, making them warm and cozy and feeding them. Anyway now that they have a home, I left my place to do some things I had planned to do.

When I came back in the evening the first thing I did was to peek inside the box and see how they were doing. Just as I expected the kitty mommy was there while the two kittens were cuddling to her. Since night was coming and this is going to be the first night for the kittens, I pushed in an old piece of cloth I was having for them to use to keep warm. Prepared some milk and gave mommy kitty as well.

All’s well that ends well…

It was a weird start for a weekend. But, it was a pleasant change and it was nice to see the motherly love in the animal world. However, I must make sure all theses good treatments would not backfire, by the entire feline family trying to start treating me as their master. I have captured some moments of the experience and you can have a look at the photos ( and the video which I will be posting soon ).

Ah, before wrapping up I must say that one truth still holds despite what happened - I still hate cats! :)