Sunday, November 20, 2011

Day 4 :: Plato -- The Republic - I

I am reading Desmond Lee's translation of Plato -- The Republic.

And I met this line, somewhat tricky for me:

"Plato sought a cure for the ills of society not in Politics but in philosophy, and arrived at his fundamental and lasting conviction that those ills would never cease until philosophers becomes rulers or rulers philosophers."

It appears from the flow of above line, that Plato's idea of "Philosopher King" is not just an abstraction. However having a Philosopher King does not seem to be a very strange or very particular idea. For it makes sense for the Guardian of a house to observe housemates and rule an appropriate way. Same applies to those who rule society or country. The bigger problem is what should be the way King should learn; and how he deduces or sets up analogy among varied observations. Notion of Philosopher King appears having relation to some axiomatic, deductive and decision making system. If we forget religious concoction, the idea of Philosopher King appears straightaway like a Mathematical abstraction. One may like to draw analogy to the idea of Operating System or some Central System found in the areas of Computing.

In what seems appropriate here is that though how entities compose a system is important; nevertheless abstracting out the governing rules, rules though which governing rules will be altered (lets called it meta-rules) and process of identifying rules or meta-rules is critical. When Plato said that Philosopher King has learning aptitude, then there appears expectation on Philosopher's side that he may have chance to learn something; in the sense that there are stuffs which may not have been learn already. This will be always tricky, for when something is not known to Philosopher and then there is an inherent demand for the mentioned knowledge to be applied for, then will there be any chances of error or creation of inconsistency by the Philosopher.

Will have to read more to further expand the viewpoint that Plato expressed. By introducing the phrase "Philosopher King", Plato for sure is stating something which will undergo multiple layers of expansion.

Day 4

I  earlier planned to direct this blog more along the lines of Philosophy. At this time  I am only aware of Mathematical Logic and its Philosophical context. I thus do not have formal training in the areas of Philosophy. Nevertheless Philosophy as well as Psychology are chief ingredient behind a cohesive society or country. It will be delayed if I do not study this area. I am thus going to study Pages of Kant, Plato, Radhakrishnan, Hegel and many more. While doing so, I will keep logical perspective (the way one keeps it in Mathematics), and I will initially note down terms involved in it. Content of these notes will be always subject to verification.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Day 3

I inquired again, what space Sin and Virtue creates.  The novel (and movie based on it) Chitralekha came to my cognition. A syndrome gets created when one confuses the domain of Sin and Virtue he is aligned to. True conceptualization of context or circumstance demands analytical approach but people, as always, are not connected, within themselves, at all level.

I made good Brinjal-Potato sabji (vegetable) yesterday; and I left nothing in the container. I was on Twitter for a long time yesterday, and I wondered by what was trending on it in India. Conservatism in India is not by some rule, it is by comfort. You will be confused if you study religious or conservative aspects of people. For people trick notion of their moralistic or religious values. Actually it always make sense to identify the threads of comfort for a human being. And "comfort" could be aligned to "virtues" one seeks for; at the same time Man identifies many a notion/perspective as "Sin". This is a struggle of thoughts, struggle for giving meaning to life.

 This morning ( stupid me, I woke up by 12 PM!!! and I am still calling it morning) I cooked Gobhi-Aloo. It came fine. And yes this time I did not sleep. Last week I slept when I really required to be awaken. You are lucky when you are able to control your routine. I am wondering about my daily routine, and there appears no schedule is in place. If there is routine in place, it is always better.  For your procedures and people are aligned to your common routine. During my childhood days, my father used to make routine for our daily purposes. And it was fun, I always wanted to skip the day on which I have to study Civics or History. These days, I am not sure what Guardians do, but if they think that having some kind of routine is too much of forceful act on their children, then I think that might be incorrect. If they think that omitting routines is a sign of Liberation then it will be only against fundamentals.

Liberation as such is not an old idea, but people, what they call as a Sin, use the same idea, these days, under the name of  Liberation. So say if you are not following some custom you are feeling liberated. When you are divorcing you are feeling liberated. Your studies are more and more based on Computers or Mobiles then you are liberated. You have multiple girlfriends or boy friends then you are liberated. And if you are using long Khaki Kurta then also you may be liberated. So when you break say some paradigm you say you are now liberated.

Man chances upon creating multiple personality when he wants to selectively project his identity or ideology. It always remains a challenge to clearly state yourself.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Day 2

After my post of "Day 1", it became something like a week when I am now writing this post. People tell you that in your life you should have aim, and then what I usually do is to envisage life of people around me, life of my relatives, life of my friends. Majority of the people are in the business of making money, stocks, defeating points of fellow people or in the business of procuring or creating a family. I then miss the enjoyment that one has during his childhood, curiosity to see new things, energy to keep playing and the ability to remain at ease. When people believe you they will put you on stress test; when people do not believe you they will put you stressed. But people, I am sure, do not know the reason behind their attitude to earn money; their attitude to be greedy and selfish for their family or loved ones; their attitude to get rid of people.What one should do in such a case ? I always thought that reading books and developing my skill set is what gives me peace. And these observations came after multiple stress tests I have been put for, and in order to give myself a stability, I went closer and closer to studies, monotone works. Now this gave me some kind of shield; but for the same reason many accused me being mechanical or formal. But then I no longer have fear of loosing; for you always have your work as backup.

The attitude of righteousness that Man assumes in different walks of life could be deterrent to what we call Social progress. At the same time when he cajoles with Society actively, the aftereffects need to be monitored. To what extend he should liberate will always remain a question. What suits me, is to keep one's work or duty always of ulterior priority. After all, there are no one, in place, when you observe collapse.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Day 1

Yesterday I forgot (read slipped) to write post. I was quite aware that I have to write a new post, poor me, I could not. It happens, don't feel so bad ! :)

Yesterday, I went through interview of Thomas Friedman by Sonia Singh of NDTV.  Check for the conversation at 3:46 with Mani Shanakar Aiyer. I will not denigrate Mani's questionnaire, but what was recommendable is Friedman's optimism about India. It is important that people should become more confident about their future. Not only for India, but for entire Globe.

I cooked Khichdi yesterday, plain old type khichdi. I put lot of vegetables in it and yes it came good. I was very hungry, ate good enough, and like day before yesterday, I slept in day time. I rarely sleep in morning, may not have slept more than fifty times in my entire life, but I slept again. And actually I dislike sleeping in day time, though this time I felt fresh after I woke up. My aunt, my mother's sister, Mausi, always made sure in her, so far, life that she sleep for 3 hours in afternoon. Combine this with eight to nine hours sleep at night time, I will say she has been hibernating for fifty percent time in entire life. But that is fine, there is no necessity of becoming an Owl or a Donkey.

One friend of mine, worked till 12:30 PM in office and put this info on Facebook. His colleague replied, she slogged for even more. So people declare themselves an Owl or Donkey so that their Managers can hear there Dhenchu, Dhenchu. Necessary, man, Necessary.

I had a phone call late night, yesterday, from US, official. Attended it. Then there were other works piled up. Did some, left majority of others for future, and then it became like 1 AM (did you got what I meant to tell actually). Actually it became 2 AM. I have the same plain old type Khichdi, and there since I slept. So when I woke up by 9 AM or perhaps 9:30 AM, today, I was feeling like over slept. Have to rush for office, cab got missed, so took Auto. Like every day Auto Wallas fought with each other for who will get the customer. In between I missed my breakfast also.

At my home, I usually keep my Laptop and my Television alive almost full time. These days I am not liking fierce debates on News channels or interviews which are intended towards asking more of questions rather than getting answer. Though I like conversations between Mani Shankar Aiyer and Swapna Das Gupta. Such discussion enhances your social knowledge. I do not find my self agreeing with majority of points of these two folks, but well I am too novice.

Sister was still discussing who is better - Madhuri or Sri Devi. And in between came the topic of film Chandni. Chandni and Lamhe are two of the films whose album defines Yash Raj's film. Soothing locations, full of melody. Rishi Kapoor in Sweater.  Chandni was released during Durga Puja time. That was the era where Video cassettes were popular, and there was a Video Studio closer to our house. They used to make pirated Video Cassettes, actually piracy was too normal or common activity during those time. There was nothing illegal or legal about it, people were simply copying the content. And they used to keep their Television On, while film was getting copied by VCR. We children, specially I, watched so many movies much before they were public topic, and we were careless about whether it is a hit or flop. We never used to watch Naseeruddin Shah's or Om Puri's movie. They were Doordarshan kind of movies and even the visualization of those kind of movies used to put shivers in us. I also did not like Chandni, I used to dislike such rona-dhona (crying-frying) movies. But the songs I used to like, particularly  this one - Chandni mai teri Chandni.  Actually I started abandoning this movie ever since Rishi Kapoor in the movie meets accident. I managed to watch the movie completely, only during when I was traveling on Bus during my Undergrads days.
Lamhe I watched only partially, every one in my family watched it at my Uncle's home. But I was not there, and so I did not watch it. Actually I disliked Anil Kapoor without mustache.  Too bad. Chandni actually has too many memories. It came during the Durga Puja, perhaps my best so far. I was allowed to roam outside on my own.They really put great pandals, I found all the toys which should be bought and which should not be bought. Nothing is as great as the money of your parents which can buy whatever you think you must have.

Your success brings happiness to you when you can share it with those with whom you spent your childhood. But with age many of them drift away, and you very well know many of your successes lack the capability of eternal happiness.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Day 0

Day 0 is not my Birth Day.

It is just another Sunday, my mother is at my home town and here at Hyderabad I am alone in a 3BHK flat. The place where I am ( Janapriya, Hyderguda, Attapur) there is only one restaurant closer by - Hyderabad House. And there food is pretty bad. They call their food spicy; but in reality it appears like you have crushed red brick and decorated it with Chilly. The Naan will require efforts of both hands to tear them apart. Terrible. Mother went to home town on 5th October, and then since I ordered Hyderabad House just two times.

But then I cooked good enough Potato + Soybean + Green Peas  curry yesterday night , and it came out good. So good that it inspired me to try making Roti (chapati) again.  This time I was careful to spray water over Wheat flour dough. I guess now I have learned art of making dough. Bit practice and I will be a chef. The Rotis this time came approximately circular, they were not triangular or semi-circular or some random shape.

However this morning, I did not had Rotis left from yesterday night. And I thus made steamed Rice. This Rice got over boiled,  and it appeared somewhat sweet, thick something like Rice of Kheer or Paysam. My hunger had reached my mind and so I ended up eating all of Rice and yesterday's curry. My stomach there since have been heavy. Some how my tummy has come in shape, and I feel bad when it has to suffer out or eating so much of Rice. Bad.

I had plans to read few chapters. Poor me, I started feeling sleepy, must be out of Rice. You eat food to remain alive, and when you eat food you enter into hibernation phase. When Man will work?

Between this hibernation phase, I am now feeling bored of Facebook. Don't know what people write there. There I cannot write with full freedom. Facebook sucks.

Got call from one of my 2months older cousin. He married some years ago, do not know how many years ago, but he has two Son. I mean this has been his achievement. He did not stop there and triggered me that my age is on wrong side and I must marry. It is hard to put my view point in front of him, but its an absolute misinterpretation of what you have been struggling for, over years. I will just write one statement over here, such a call sucks. Don't call.

But my mood is not bad. I am habituated. Now four stuffs - have to bath, have to go out and buy vegetable, have to study and have to cook.  In between I have to sync with sister Nandi, sync with bro/sis Rahul/Anisha, sync with mom and papa. May be I will write a new section again.


I am feeling too bored today. I am not lonely, rather I do not feel there is much to talk to people. In past people were not available who could answer my questions. In present, my questions have matured so much, I am afraid I will get any answer. When you talk to people, you get topics and then you write. And I am feeling so bored, and so disenchanted with topics of one or other choice, that I do not know what to write and what not to write.

To help this blog survive, I think it better to write my day to day story - the boring stories which even I may not like. Read the forthcoming posts with all mental care.

Sunday, September 4, 2011


I studied Antenna twice, once in under-grads, next time in post-grads. When I studied Antenna in under-grads there happened to be a situation of third world war, among boys and girls. There were issues of Syntax and Semantics. Boys have tendency to flick letters of words and Girls have tendency to cry on everything which  distantly or by implication induces immorality. When I studied Antenna in post-grads, I disliked the way our Professor was teaching the subject-matter; it was quite rushed, may be he had to go out for shopping with his Wife or may be he didn't want to tread into Philosophy of Antenna. But my empathy with Antennas is not just associated with these two era. It has its role in popular culture as well.
First in those days [of my childhood] there was immense popularity of  Television Serials like Ramayana, Mahabharata. People who were phobic towards this Western creation - called Television, had bought TV sets or they flocked in neighborhood. On Doordarshan they used to broadcast some fifty-sixty advertisements before actual program commenced. TV serials were not embellished, embedded with ads. During these advertisements women used to discuss new born babies or yet to born baby and men used to discuss that why the world was better during their forefather days. Added to it, there was this Spiritual or Dharmik [or some can call it religious] fervor that these Soap Operas provided. For the viewers, apart from Villains of  the opera, there were three major Villains - electricity [ or discharging batteries ], broadcaster's services failure [ Rukawat ke liye khed hai ] and lack of clarity in picture because of problems with Antenna. So People used to resurrect their Antennas very long. And there was this firm conception that longer is your antenna's altitude better is the viewing. This caught my attention also. However no one told us, what is the ultimate height one should go for. Or, do you need to put rods of Antenna so long that it reaches to God's place or palace; after all God himself is there in box's frame.
Society was not capitalist in those days. You cannot call it socialist or communist, either. Simply because there wasn't much influx of cash, nature of society was not perceived sharply. You need to get chance [or you may need to work hard or crack all nuts ] to earn; and in doing this you are scarcely concerned about moral or immoral aftereffects. This was true then and it's true even now. People were knowing in those days that who owns a Television set and who does not. And though owning a Television set could be a matter of social jealousy but Television itself helped in socialization. Part of this may be attributed to a particular soap opera, but then Television was the medium. My uncle who was doing course of Dental surgery got accolades not because he got some scholarship or treated someone, but because he got batteries for a TV set, which used to stay longer. At the same time he made sure that his Antenna's altitude is higher and higher. I being his nephew, though could not persuade my parents to get batteries; but resurrecting a higher Antenna nevertheless did not look too impossible. So now I determined to put my Antenna, - which so far was hanging miserably on first floor of building, - on the water tank which on on third floor. My rivals of that time [ the family who used to stay on second floor ] have put it on the water tank, and I could not chew this fact any more. So here was this, me yet counting on lesser side of ten, had plans to put Antenna where it should have been. But somehow my this plan [through my admirable sister and the second floor family] went into ears of my mother.
So my Mother knowing that water tank area is too slippery, alarmed, warned, frightened, did police to me. And the bullet was, I will tell this thing to your Father. No, don't tell this thing to Papa. Well, OK, then you have to promise. What could be the meaning of such promises ?? Alarmed, she was, she did not revealed this to my Father in front of me, but she told him somewhere sometime, in my language she conspired. This did not help changing my commitments, and on daily basis I was in search of ladder to reach up to that Water Tank. Some people around our building were able to jump to the water tank floor by just using the corners of Wall [ and at later time I also succeeded in doing so ] but this was not my aim for I have to put Antenna also, fastened with sides of Water Tank. And on one lucky day, I got ladders, put the Antenna over there, got scolded by my parents, but the fact that my decisions got vindicated made me satisfied; and there was this notion that my Antenna was at higher altitude than that of  these second floor apartment conspirators! But this did not improve image quality and they say you have to work out North-South-West-East; NSWE. Someone also stated, if there are Crows on your Antenna you will see crows inside the Box! This divided opinions of people, of course not of mine, but Antenna's positioning is important and there were news of Dish Antenna's occluding on surface. There were news of Cable TVs; and news of Internet and Mobile was subject to Science and Scientists only. Hidden somewhere in five-to-six lines of Science columns of newspapers and that too once or twice a year!
People now a days have good information about devices and gadgets and they use these mediums to Socialize. In contrary, Antennas became topic about which people Socialized. One created topics and medium, other just created medium. Antenna's are not harmful thing on which society should not have discussed, - but assume this thing that you got lot many mediums and you do not know what to discuss on; or suppose you know what to discuss on but the topic is too off for the medium. I find these all things quite entangled. Do we lack chutney news of Society?

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Of those free days

There were Occasions of  Free Talk. They were not exactly the days of childhood; they were somewhere in later years of High school and earlier days of College. Wasted lot many days during those time; debated on what could be a topic and what could not be a topic. And there was an immense sense of righteousness; how it is possible that it can be incorrect ?  Played chess for hours and nights, with daylight and lanterns; discussed why we we are really stronger than US; put thousand of green, yet having red fusion,  Litchis, in water so that they get sweetness. We were not bothered about what people think about you; and its not like that people were not taking notice of you behavior; they were, but we were simply immune. Why Knight is stronger than  Queen; why I hate Mango, why Litchi is the best fruit, why this Prime Minister can't become fast ( IK Gujaral was the prime minister); how to check it is Chicken or Mutton curry, and why I hate fish and like curry of Chicken or Mutton. There were likes and dislikes. If you dislike eating Fish you will simply, not eat it. There was no room of adjustment. There were no theory of compromise.

Compromise for many a things, ironically, germinated in those days only.  There were shadows or elements of what could symbolize the thought that in coming time there will be chances of struggle. I used to play Chess with Maternal Uncle (Mamaji) and he liked to play Chess with his brother-in-law (Wife's brother); both of them I called Mamaji.  It did not use to be a mentally high Chess tournament; rather the steps were quite predictive; and I use to win a lot which was the boring part; the real match used to happen with these two Mamajis. There were statements like - not every one should play Chess to the taunts that, why you are taking so much time. If you must have food in between (for other family members are simply annoyed) then if you are praising food in between, simply meant that, yes,  I have a real wish to play more. While game was going on, electricity was distant, Lantern was on (and some time even moonlight was sufficient, we used to play on House's roof), Radio was tuned with News, and our analysis of News was immediate. The air was fresh (I went to Mamaji's home, a village; rather developed one); you call it breeze, sky was not cloudy but appeared deep black when Night advanced, Moon was clean and had useful light. There were the distant sound of Trees, of Jugnoos, of Jackals and in between there was bark of our Dogs. Dogs are engaged in their stories, if you don't play Chess you will give ears to them, and if you are normal person you will relate their barks with some problem or some story. These were the chirrups,  and in between there were echoes of Check, Cheque, Chek, Maat, Maaat, Shah- Maat.

Little I stressed over the fact that these two Mamajis were unemployed.  They had money, they wasted a lot, but they were unemployed. Was it the problem of their generation, I cannot summarize. But they were unemployed and I had to become employed. So you must pass examinations and thus I landed in a College. But even in the College, the anecdote of those Chess days were flushing in and out the relaxing mind, and there was a wish to live an extension of it. Fresh air, Litchis, long nights, clean moon, I wanted all of them in my bowl. But the notion that you will have to compromise eventually (they say, you have to succumb; follow the line) was now resonating with higher and higher beats. So much so that you cannot hear yourself.

Will write more on it in pieces.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Ram Narayan

I never got chance to eat the thick Masaala clad vegetable made out of Potato, that the wife of the House Lord - whom we called NaniJee (grandmother) - used to make. They never asked me to have it. Retrospecting now, I cannot conclude that she or any one of her family had any intention to not to call me for the delicious food. May be they  have thought that this small child may cry after eating so spicy food. Or may be there were other issues which because of grounds of being seer conjectural in nature, I will better skip.  Whatever the case may be, the aroma of  Masaala clad Aalu (Potato) coming up via vapors still jettison in my Nose, and I feel helpless about it. I have never seen any one making that kind of pure Indian dish with spices permeating in the Potato in so absorbed manner. Along with that they used to make slightly thick Chapati, which was boost to sciences of Gastronomy. I never had it, however the fact that its aroma still engross me is something strange.
We used to call the House-Lord Nanaji(Grandfather),  and we use to respect him with very high order. Somewhat thin out of his age he lately had become very active in social life. His this social life affected me also. In those days, somehow, I picked up habit of reading Newspaper, but my parents being too disinterested in - politics, sports or local news, did not allow me to get involved in any kind of Newspaper reading habit. My father, those days, did not had much interest in reading news or watching anything related to Television. He has been more of a family person and talking about family, friends and food were the main activities. But I, getting trapped in news world, used to visit Nanaji's house and read the news in early morning. So much I got crazy about Newspaper that I wanted to be the first reader of newspaper.  So innocent were those days and so good were people those days, that Nanaji or any other in his family never scolded or said anything alarming to me. I remember except for page 3 and business pages, I used to engulf all of news. Poor me, I did not knew that my this activity or hobby will become a trap for me. Nanaji, because of his old age had suddenly developed symptoms of poor visual capability. Was operated for cataract and with green protection frame over his eyes he was not able to read  clearly. Because people in his family were elderly and use to go for work, I was requested by Naniji to read the News for him ! Initially it appeared like I have become some one of importance, but it was awkwardly boring job for a boy of age 7-8. Initially I started reading news like Manjari Joshi of Doordarshan fame, but with time I wanted to give up my this new job. So I started to skip lines in the News. Here and there. But Nanaji, being an old thoughtful person, was able to catch this, "has the leader said something about town place after that line" !.  Quite naturally, I used to have sense of being caught. But then I also started skipping stanzas while reading News. I was just 7-8 those days.

As I said, Nanaji got too involved in Social services in those days. So much involved that his family members were somewhat uneasy about his recent activities. With him being an old age and involved in too many guests never sounded too good for family.  One day we saw that there were huge noisy discussions in his family. He bought one 16-17 years old boy and has given him one room to stay. Whole family was conspicuous of this person, him being poor, village like and most importantly being a stranger were the concerns. But then no one had courage to argue with Nanaji.  "Ram Narayan" was the name of this boy.

(to be continued ...)

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Holi - 2011

I always have mixed impression of Holi. Mixed because you will like the exuberance of people, you  will like the colors, at at the same time you may have to face over-excitement of people and survive notoriously acidic effect that chemicals in the colors leave on you. But "Holi", if you are from India, is not just about celebrating afestival - it is one of the timestamps that quote your life. For people say, this "Holi" it was cold, that "Holi" we all in family assembled. Basically you remember many an events of your life based on near which Holi, it happened.
This year my Holi was rather very silent, just me and my Mother. Father at home place while brother and sisters are at there workplace. And then we two - me and my Mother - decided to have enough rest, for we had some fever and some unrest out of long travel.  Last year I was out of country so we did not had Holi. But before last year, - because of presence of my brother and sister, we had some of it.
The best Holi, as is the prevalent case, I had were during and before my entrance to Engineering college. that is when my Hostel life started. Either in colony, or at maternal or paternal village we used to have the festival. Mother and aunts used to make different kind of dishes, mutton enrich with deep masala (spices), then we children along with grandparents cut dry fruits,  and we used to have taste of  many food items in houses in vicinity. It was a culture to reach houses of people in surrounding to get blessings of elders. Simple. However once you are out of home, residing somewhere in big cities, and you do not have habit to become open to people very soon, - it appears quite artificial to do the same in vicinity. First, you cannot do it as you are stranger to people, second customs and culture undergo fabrication at these places and most importantly, third, a bachelor working good enough time in offices, having too mechanical life, does not get much welcome (or rather cannot be welcomed). Though I quoted that this problem is there in big cities, I believe this can happen anywhere.

Happy Holi