Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Back to Basics

With the spread of novel corona virus, it has become extremely important for all of us to take precautions and be healthy.
Dozens of messages have been circulated on social media platforms about cleanliness and hygiene.
While reading all this, I realized if we follow what our elders were doing, we can protect ourselves from contagious disease.

My grand-mother never allowed us to wear slippers inside the kitchen. By mistake, if anybody enters the kitchen with the slippers, she would refuse to eat meal that time. At times, it was annoying, but if you consider cleanliness and today's pollution, there is nothing wrong in keeping shoes and slippers outside the cooking space. Similar to this, there were many rules, and the most important rule that I can relate with the current condition was - wash your hands, feet, and face as soon as you come from outside and DO NOT enter the kitchen till you clean yourself. Basically, first clean your hands and feet, then touch anything in the house.

Wonder, why we all had Maharaj (pet-cook). For any occasions and events, they were the trusted members, who will not only prepare food as per our taste, but also will maintain the cleanliness and hygiene; not all caterers were preferred.

Earlier, people used to rarely eat outside and preferred cooking their meal. Now, people often eat outside, especially while travelling. We have number of reasons to avoid cooking such as birthday, anniversary, promotion, guests are around, bored of eating certain cuisines, no-time to cook, and the  monotonous "Thank God Its Friday"; just greedy to have food outside.

Remember, our parents always packed their eatables. Definitely, the unavailability of fast-food restaurant chains in abundance can be the reason, but we have made our habit of being dependent on these restaurants. There is nothing wrong in eating outside, but don't make it happen, just because you have food-ordering system.
Now at least because of waste issue, many of us started carrying water bottles to reduce plastic waste, otherwise, keeping a bottle was also a burden for us.

It is time to follow the discipline or should rather say "healthy habits" taught by our elders. When asked, they could not give proper reason, or most of the times, they relate it with their religious practice. But, nature is supreme and forcing us to follow the basics.
Keeping yourself clean and maintaining hygiene do not just mean using sanitizers, but it includes many more.

  • Cook your food and eat healthy: When you prepare your food, you generate less waste, and you gain healthy weight. You know the greens and the beans, you need to eat. You know the right quantity of oil, salt, sugar, or spice to put in your food, which no "calorie counted meal" can match. In India, we have food for every season and even the food-combination, which sadly the buffets do not follow or should I say, we hog whatever we see on the table.
  • Manage time to clean your house and de-clutter it: Remember maids only do sweeping and mopping", you can only do proper and deep cleaning of your house. Moreover, it is a good physical exercise, so even though, you skip your gym a day, you were physically active. De-cluttering will remind you to avoid unnecessary shopping. Buy what is required, this definitely reduces waste. 
  • Spend time with your closed-one: Family members ensure caring and this improves your health. You pick up healthy habits from them. If they are doing something wrong, you can certainly stop them, which you will think twice before asking or reminding any third person in the social gathering. Imagine, "Asking some random aunt to clean her hand or to stay away if she is unwell", or "Reminding your kith and kin to avoid close contacts and stopping them from touching anything if they are not clean. Which one is easier to handle? 
Balance out everything and respect the nature, otherwise, today it is Covid-19; tomorrow it would be something else. 

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Insta Disconnect


Friend list is long and a legion of followers;
Countless messages and umpteen quotes.
Amateur, cacographer, connoisseur, demagogue, chauvinist,
Part of a group and getting into a tiff.  

Multifarious topics and knowledge sharing,
Good night messages and early morning greetings.
Wishes on birthdays, anniversaries, festivals, and celebrations,
Countless likes and comments on the latest pictures and events.

Yes, a crowd where we have friends, relatives, and acquaintance,
Eventually, everyone is a stranger.
Nobody remembers the last message posted on the web links.
Not a surprise, for aught they know about other person’s life or the current state of mind, 
Still wishing, liking, and commenting on their timelines.

The tone, which you hear after every few seconds
is merely a high-pitched sound echoed from a device.
This sound is expressionless,
Whether it is a birthday wish or a condolence message, it remains the same. 

Oh, it has a representative called as “emoticon”.
Unfortunately, it fails to reach human’s heart.
Cry, shout, smile, laugh, and scream, it fails to connect;
Though, it succeeds to beguile. 

Shocked to see an active social media user fails to mingle in a small group people.





Friday, April 5, 2019

Women's Day Special


Placing herself on both sides of the bar;
Called delicate, nurtured and grown a new born;
Tagged as emotional, left her parent’s place and bonded with acquaintances;
Addressed as talkative, kept mum to disguise her pain;
Titled as privileged, worked from dawn till dark;
Known as impulsive, knew what her priorities are;
Labelled as weak, became the pillar for her family in need;
Judged as a bad driver, balanced her chores from home to work;
Looked upon as needed attention, neglected her health while caring for others;
Classed as “bad with numbers”, managed her household expenses during crisis.

Nothing wrong in being imperfect sometimes,
Distribute the task and encourage the balance.

Join all to celebrate the epitome of beauty, strength, and grace!

Sunday, September 16, 2018

My Love for Rain

With the drumming sound, I opened the eyelids;
Saw the wipers waving at the glass;
On the opposite side, the vehicles were lined up;
Training the lights and the fleet of the taxis repassed.

The temperature inside the cab dropped too low;
Adjusted the posture and sneaked out of the window.
Everything was wet and the road appeared cleaner;
Bushes and trees were washed off and looked greener.

Pattering and lashing at the window pane,
Tapping on the leaves, pelting at the parapet.
Few adorable moppets had circled around the puddle,
Splashing the water and making the ring of ripples.

On the roadside, people have gathered,
Looking for the shelter and covering themselves,
Ducking their head and were trying to scutter.
Talking and giggling, a group of lasses,
Walking hastily and the plashes.

As we moved further, the water was rushing and roaring on the road,
Hoardings were beaming and streets lights were on.
Low visibility made the drive harder,
Slow moving traffic, and it had become darker.

I love the sound and the smell.
Yes, it is the rain and my love for it, is endless.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Bitter Truth

A sigh! no matter,  where you had been? Whoever you met? Home is the only place that tranquillizes you. After reaching home, I kept the keys and the heavy bag aside and plummeted on sofa. After that tiring journey, the sofa, which has crossed the warranty period, and not in a condition to outlast more, was the coziest. This comfort doesn't last for long as soon as I looked towards the kitchen. Within a second, I was energized to cook and complete the household chores.

In the hope of passing few hours, I picked up the television remote. I was surfing the channels and had found nothing sensible on those entertainment channels. Finally, I stopped at a movie channel and preferred to watch a flop movie over a pathetic daily soap. All of a sudden, the commercial break appeared, after all it provides a good portion of revenue to the channels. Sometimes I feel, these advertisements also do not promote a product or service in a sensible way. Among all such advertisements, one is of fairness cream.

Media should be responsible for educating the audience, but not like the way they are doing now-a-days. From high melodrama serials to fairness cream advertisement, all are taking us some twenty years back. And guess! who are glued to these serials and who are influenced by these advertisement - all of us.

Most of us think, No! not me, I am an educated person. I do not believe these things. The bitter truth is - we know what is correct, but still can't express dissent if things are going wrong in front of us. And this include - you and me. You must be thinking, why suddenly the topic deviated from the everyday activities to the virtues.

(To be continued ...)


Sunday, April 26, 2015

Number of Targets to Achieve ;)

Oh! it is 6:15 pm, time to pack the belongings and rush to home. I quickly swapped my card at the gate and moved towards the main gate. Knowingly, I pushed the gate instead of pulling. I do it often even after knowing. I don't know whether it has become a habit or it happens with others too. The guy on the other side of the gate smiled and pushed the gate back. He must be thinking, what a nerd?
Hope, I was not too late today. This worry was not for the bus, but it was for the seat. Alas, before that I have a target to achieve - "Crossing the road". Who will take that  subway or wait for the zebra crossing? I want to reach early, I can cross from anywhere whether I have to jump across the fences or run between the fast moving vehicles. Adjacent to that, I was thinking, I am not a good citizen. But for now, rather than following traffic rules, it is more important to reach at the bus stop on time.
After scaring all the drivers, I managed to cross the street. Within few minutes, I was on the other side of the lane. I proceeded fast, and finally, I was at the bus stop. Even after so much of struggle, I was not lucky enough to get a seat. People were hanging on the doors and some were standing on the toes. Even, I managed to stand in that bus.
Strange, how this conductor manages to move from one end to the other to sell the tickets. It is a difficult job, giving tickets, checking passes, moreover, remembering faces and returning change. Also, shouting at people and asking for change. Now, it was my turn. " Which stop madam"? I replied, "Electronic City sir", yeshtu ? Ipattu, he answered. I asked again, How much? 20 rupees maa.
 I always try to speak Kannada and on getting reply in Kannada, I have to come back to Hindi or English again. Atleast, I was lucky that the ticket is of 20 rupees and I don't have to fight for change.

And the next target - "get a seat." It is the toughest of all. Why? Minimum three person on each seat. Everybody's eye was on the seat. Even a slow movement of the seated person, alerts the passengers, who  are standing in the hope of getting seat, including me. If you are looking for a seat in a crowded bus, you should watch the seated person and consider the actions such as, unplugging the earphones, lifting the bag or purse, seeing the mobile screen, unfolding arms and so on. If you are unlucky, these can be merely actions which a person took to relax or make himself/herself comfortable and not for getting up.

(To be continue ...)


Thursday, April 23, 2015

And the Journey Begins ...



As the clock struck 9, I rushed out of the house speeding hard to reach on time.Today again, the day was same and as usual the bus was crawling at every signal. People were looking tired and their eyes staring the light to turn green. Except the passengers, only two persons were relaxed, the driver and the conductor. Both seemed to be less restrained and were having a nice chat. I can feel their ease which was the same as I feel when a manager gets a call in a meeting. At last, the signal opened and the driver accelerated, chasing the bikers. Poor bikers, they don't know this bus can drive over them if ever the driver gets a chance.

Now what is that? Oh ! The signal again. I looked up and found a long queue. Sorry , I used a wrong word; it was a zig zag crowd which we can see anywhere in our country. And as somebody has said "Everybody is in hurry, but no one reaches on time.", everybody was trying to overtake the other and cross the signal before it turned red again. Like others, I was also puzzled and turned up to my mobile to check the time.It was 10 a.m. and I realized, I will be as usual late and reach at the same time.

All of a sudden, the driver was full of energy and the bus was moving fast, why not the driver got an empty road after an hour. As it was nearing to my stop, I got up, but the driver doesn't want me to take an effort of stepping forward, so he put on the sudden brake. I swayed and within a few seconds I was near the bus door. Like always, I stared him and didn't dare to speak.

It was social networking time now. Although, I was rushing towards my tech park, but as a tech savvy employee I can manage responding to the messages while walking.

(To be continued...)