The Flood… or the Circus? Musings about Lokpal

Are being "realistic" and being "cynical" two minor (shade) variations of the greater spectrum of the Pessimistic Disorder Syndrome?

Why am I unable to log-in, emotionally, to this great brouhaha, the Lokpal Circus?

The country will change for ever, I hear.

The anti-corruption lobby, the Flood that will wash away our myriad sins, is metaphorically here.

And, sincerely, all it seems like is another Rinki Weds Tinku which will be attended by many as they have nothing better to do, the national favourites butter chicken and kadai paneer will be consumed and criticized, and all the guests will go back home to digene/eno/pudinhara.

Cynicism is a trait I have seldom been accused of... generally, it has been the exact opposite. 

As the circus unfolds, and the plot graph stumbles, the characters stand revealed in their ephemeral glory. We can immediately see the WHO, WHERE, WHEN, and the WHAT. However, what is quite unclear is the WHY. "A man always has two reasons for what he does - the good one, and the real one." (John Pierpont Morgan) What, I find myself asking repeatedly, IS the REAL reason? And this appears to border on the cynical.

Perhaps I am unable to cut through the cr** of people feasting on fasts to understand all the implications of why this new post needs to be instituted in a country which has an exhaustive and exhausting constitution (yes, had to study it in Political Science in school!) with enough provision for amendments as and when required by... uh... human evolution, I guess. Studying the two columns - Govt and Team Anna - what they agree on and what they disagree on felt like the old familiar negotiations with the sabzi walla, "if you buy two kilos of potatoes I will give you a lemon free" and "I will buy two kilos of tomatoes if you cut the new kaddu for me".... Therefore, I'm left feeling, as helplessly as Monty Bodkin, that there must be "wheels within wheels".

The obvious question about the creation of this new-age Orthus has been asked - what if the Lokpal itself becomes corrupt? There is no irony in this situation, of course; it is a logical question to ask. We operate on Murphy's assumption that if anyone can become corrupt, s/he will. But can we take this a step further and ask, Why would anyone want to become this Orthus, this corruption watch-dog whose raison d'etre exposes the basic fallacies of democracy? We assume that in a democracy no one can "get away" with any sort of crime - this includes those in high office - then we go on to demand the clay out of which to craft a critter that may have the power to become much worse than those it is meant to watch. And, if this were not a democratic country, our heads would've already rolled just because we demanded....

Herein lies the irony. We are able to use the (somewhat debatable) right to free speech to ask for something (or, as has been mostly the case here, assert our right to emotional blackmail) which, in turn (we are quite aware) could go terribly and horribly wrong, and yet the inherent contradictions of asking for it don't hit us between the eyes.

Perhaps all the main characters in the drama should pause and wonder WHY... because, at the moment, the plot graph is sliding up and down in too many peaks and troughs, leaving the audience exhausted with the complete lack of logic in its progression.

The Big Red Blob by Tyger

A Part or Apart?

Curious fact: when we say "a part" of something, we imply that the two entities are together in some manner or form. Conversely, the word "apart" implies the opposite. Curious that the structure of the two terms is opposite in terms of meaning - "a part" is separated while "apart" is together!

So, could togetherness and separation actually work in the same way? When "together" we may feel the need to assert our individual entities - fearful, really, of becoming lost in the other. And while separated by time, distance, circumstances, we could actually be thinking continuously of the other so much so that living itself ceases and the mind and soul are away from the body and in effect "with" the other!

Such is human nature and from it springs human language - full of confusion and contradictions that, in direct opposition to its stated purpose, muddies communication between individuals and groups.

Animal Story

Read the original story at: http://adrianwalsh.com.au/fable_of_the_animal_school.htm

Poetic Excesses

thundering the sky
rip tear smash crash whip wham boom
tree-bending fury
[17 April 2011]


And sometimes, the Fire is a gentle bonfire
One that you can warm your hands near, when chill winds blow
Contained and controlled, it burns on steadily
And to your heart, then, it brings a glow…
[1 February 2001]


to be as the dewdrop
who welcomes the sun
- though she knows that then her end is near -
on behalf of creatures great and small
[7 January 2011]


… and what strikes the deepest chords in the heart
A child's deep sadness that his rose has withered
The soft sorrow of a child whose little egg
- wrapped in cotton wool hoping to hatch -
is broken and now is no more
…a connection he made if only for a few moments or days…
his first encounter with transience
[6 January 2011]

the dewdrop mirrors
a frosty perfect sunrise
One
[4 January 2011]




Tread softly, dream alert
Fine gossamer web fragile
Easily destroyed
[3 January 2011]


Faithless heart, keep faith
For on silent, winged feet
Softly, joy does glide
[3 January 2011]


Only time can tell, I guess, whether an experience has been 
life changing 
or even perspective changing 
or merely painful.
So,
On new year's eve, I drink to your eyes
And hope that they shine
not because of tears unshed
but because of limitless joy at the prospect
Of new beginnings
[31 December 2010]


The Restless Spirit
seeks a moment's joy in This
syllable of time
[28 December 2010]


From foetus to pyre
through trials by fire
in flood and in creek
Gently, the Watcher does speak.
[1 December 2010]


The heat dusts the sun
swirling hot leaves obscuring
any hope of rain.
[23 June 2010]


Overcast, the sky;
Flight of a single raindrop -
Lost, companionless.
[16 June 2010]



Lightning, no thunder
Chance it may rain too remote 
Tantalizing drop
[30 April 2010]


In flight with its cloud 
The droplet gazed down at me 
Ineffectually
[29 April 2010]

Friends, Nails and Fences

The other day I was asked what I regarded as precious and valuable in my life. In order of priority, here's what I said: my children, my friends, my independence. I would never give up any of these. 

Instinctively said. 

Interesting because in spite of all the many [ridiculous] choices I have made, I think I choose my friends with great care. And although I have often lost touch with some friends, many have come back into my life - and we resumed our friendship as though no time had lapsed.

Amongst those that I am in touch with, two have been in the orbit since I was perhaps 2--4 years old. One of them lives in the US, the other in Copenhagen. Then there are some from school - with whom there was a strong basketball connection which spread to other areas of discovery. Literature in college still connects so many of us - now all pretending to be grown-ups, but deep down not  a day older than we were 25 years ago.

And just as precious are the friends I've made post college, some of whom I have travelled all over country with on mad weekend/holiday jaunts on journeys and adventures which firmed up our spines. There are some heavier footprints on the sand too - these were made when they were carrying me through the many crises I've had to face. And in the recent past. friendship circles have become  emotional communes... and sometimes, like last night when Tyger suddenly fell ill, the support is nothing short of humbling.

There have been arguments, tears, pain - but all of that was far outweighed by all the fun we have had together, and continue to have whenever and wherever latitudes meet. 

So, in appreciation of every bit of meaning that my friends add to my life, I post this beautiful story, which was sent to me by a friend this morning:

NAIL IN THE FENCE

http://www.catsprn.com/nail_in_the_fence.htm

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.  His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.  The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence.  Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down.  He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.


Finally, the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.  He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.


The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.  The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.  He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence.  The fence will never be the same.  When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one.  You can put a knife in a man and draw it out.  It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there."


A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.  Friends are very rare jewels, indeed.  They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.  They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us.

Mindfully - in the Play - or Elsewhere

And you reach out and you reach out
across the frozen desert lake
And chase and chase the phantom
till your arms start to ache

So when they ask, "How is the play coming along?" your first impulse is to ask, "Which one - the one going on between us right now or the one we are rehearsing for the school production?" In all honesty, this is a question one must not ask for fear of being considered somewhat freakish. However, it is a valid question. If you were really in a mindful state, you would be able to see that you are constantly in a play, often an actor, sometimes part of the audience, quite rarely, the director. Being an actor often precludes your even enrolling as the script-writer; someone you may not even be acquainted with writes the script you play out. Compulsively, you play out the script, biting down the impulse, when someone greets you, to say, "Cathy is not here today."

And so the story of the Buddha, thus, can be further simplified, if one looks closer at the script - if you keep a young, impressionable child locked up, the first four sights he sees will have a profound effect on him - especially since they involve pain and sorrow - emotions that are alien to him. What if he had been allowed to have a "normal" childhood? Quite possibly, he would've learnt how to respond to both at a younger age, perhaps become desensitized, or most likely, would've grown up to fulful the other possibility - become a great king as he would've worked hard to help those in pain. In effect, Suddhodhana could've had him take over the throne some day.

Is there a lesson in this, perhaps, for parenting, or for educating? For no matter how much you try to wrap them up in cottonwool, they will find ways of doing exactly that which "Mother Said I Never Should". They will do it without your consent or knowledge and more often than not they will get away with it. Didn't Siddharth sweet-talk Channa the charioteer into taking him beyond the "walls"; and didn't Channa, recognizing perhaps that the boy needed to become acquainted with alternate realities, acquiesce - whatever his own motivations were, he could not have foreseen that the boy would completely lose it and walk off to look for something as elusive as "truth".

So, is it better to advise children to watch their alcohol intake at parties, and make them save your number on speed-dial 2... in case they are ever so sloshed that they are unable to get home, they can call you so that you can help them out in the situation? Or is it better to read them moral lectures on the Great Dangers of Drinking while they look at you like you have, finally, lost it? They will go right ahead and find ways to drink excessively - and really, you may find out about it only if you are very lucky or they are very unlucky. Children will take a chance with that. And what you haven't been able to provide for them is the basic information which may, some day, save their lives.

The script at their parties is written by someone called Peer Pressure. We've all been there, done that, still enslaved by it to varying degrees. Yet we are quite unable to either remember the experience of meeting that script-writer, or to be mindful of how much of our current script is being written by him. [Uh, sorry for using the masculine pronoun; the personification would've become cumbersome with the usual him/her one prefers. Also, no offence intended towards the gender.] The assistant script-writer is someone called Experimentation-Rebellion - most of us have met her too, I think. [Ah, gender-balanced now...] If anyone heard the completely hair-raising stories of some of the parties my kids have been to, they would probably go into a frenzy of protectionist/prohibitionist policies. But don't we already know that which we are so unwilling to admit? It is useless to try to confine air in a box - you only think you have managed to, but are only fooling yourself. For, most of the children who attend these parties have told their parents that they are elsewhere. In case an over-protective parent actually checks up on them, they already have their cover stories in place.
Of course one cannot share any of these stories as they were told in trustful confidence to someone they know is quite as crazy as them.

So what can a facilitator of learning do? Surprising advice came from Sara, resolving forever the one chink in the script. "Break the fourth wall," she said. "Give your number to each of them and make them save it on speed-dial 2." Ah, sure, I've always fancied the role of Supergirl, complete with flying cape! But it was good advice, and I took it.

And passed on a list of "things to remember while drinking" with my number to all those kids who have shared their stories with me:
1. Drink only with people you know and trust to a certain degree.
2. After two drinks, make sure you have a ride home (if for some reason you have a car you are driving, hand over your car keys to someone responsible) - because, really, after the third drink you will lose even the elementary mathematical ability to count.
3. Never drive if you feel you can't - call for help.
4. Never get into a car if the person at the wheel has been drinking.
5. If you're ever in a jam, and in the NCR region, call me...
6. Always remember that the only reason that one of our boys died three years ago was because he broke rule no. 4.

With the fourth wall thus broken, we are no longer following the script someone else wrote. The mute, helpless audience of adults has joined the actors on stage; not jumping in with banners that say "Don't Drink" but with a gently spoken line, "Help is available."