Mouse Traps, Lynchings & Value Systems

Sometime during the hot month of June this year, I picked up a fruit to eat, and I found out that it had already been half eaten into by something which was not a human. It was not very difficult to figure out that the real culprit was actually a mouse. To put an end to this invasion, I decided to lay down a trap for our visiting nocturnal rodent, and I did so for the next three nights in a row. I was clearly dealing with a smart one this time because, well, nothing happened. I was supposed to leave the house for a few days the next evening, so I decided to not lay the trap for the time I was gone. Because if I did, and if the trap did manage to catch the mouse while I was not around, s/he would’ve probably died in those days of my absence. I checked all the taps, windows, appliance connections, locked the doors and left. While driving to my destination, a thought struck me which I’d like to share with you folks through this post.

First of all, what was the thing which prevented me from killing this nuisance? If it would’ve died when I was not around, it shouldn’t matter, right? In fact, good riddance I’d say. And yet, I couldn’t do it. I’m not saying that I’ve these saintly instincts which pop up every now and then and force me to perform such noble acts. I’m as practical as anyone of you when it comes to rodents. But then the bigger question is, why do we perform such acts in the first place? When I pondered over it I realised, that while most of the mousetraps designed in the West are designed to kill the creature, the ones designed here in India are designed to capture it, and not kill it. This although is an obvious finding, it’s not a small one. It leads us to a very significant point:

Is culture really that deep-seated in our day-to-day lives that the design and purpose of something as simple as a mousetrap is also defined by the boundaries of the same culture that you and me are a part of?

In most of the first and the second world countries, especially the ones in the West, killing any creature has never been a big deal. Mice in America and Europe, kangaroos in Australia, sharks in China (not exactly West though), you name it. These killings have usually been justified either by the rules of the food chain, or by Darwin’s theory. However, in a country like ours, killing of anything big or small, significant or insignificant has always been considered as a sin. From the teachings of sacred books from the post Vedic era, to what our parents, teachers and elders taught us when we were kids, killing another living being has always been strictly forbidden. Now the argument of us killing chicken and goats in the name of food chain doesn’t hold true here, because as far as my understanding goes, West also doesn’t really relish eating these rodents. While we love our chicken breasts and mutton kebabs, just like the West. And before I go any further, this is not an East vs West, or ‘my culture is better than yours’ debate. I’m presenting the facts as they are to get to a better understanding of the bigger force in play here. And that bigger force in play here is Culture.

At the risk of being called technically off the mark, I’d like to speak of culture and value systems in the same breath. For those of you who don’t know, ‘value system’ is a technical term from the field of Sociology, which simply means ‘the system of established values, norms, or goals existing in a society’. Value system defines culture, and as this culture matures and evolves, it in turn alters the value system, as and when required. While the value system of the West tends to deal in absolutes, our value system advises the middle path, the melodramatic ‘offer the other cheek’ theory, non-violence and what not. How much we as mortals from both the cultures follow all these values is a different thing altogether, but the value system just doesn’t give up! Which is precisely why, while it manages to alter the design of a goddamn mousetrap, it fails to stop incidents of mob lynching for moronic reasons, murders, rapes and wars. And have no doubts, the section of society that indulges in these brainless activities was also brought up under the same umbrella of value systems, like you and me. So is it you and me who qualify as rebels, or is it them? Would we also one day, if given a free rein, be capable of indulging in such senseless acts? Or have we already done that in the past in some big or small measure, and we’re not even aware of it? Is it the cognitive ability of the human beings that makes one digress from the guidelines of culture as per convenience, or the whole idea of value systems is flawed in the first place? Or to break it down to something very simple, is it just a small part of the usual gigantic cycle of evolution?

While I cannot answer these questions for you, I hope, just like me, you find them intriguing enough to ponder over, one day. Or you can discuss this with your peers on one of those Friday nights over scotch, when you run out of other things to talk about. In the meantime, two things are guaranteed here: One, you’ll never look at a mousetrap in the same way. And two, till the time I’m here, my visiting rodent will survive. And now that I’ve traced his/her daily route, I keep a fruit for him/her separately, so that it doesn’t dig into my supplies. So my fellow (un) cultured reader, for now, the whiskered rat lives!

 

Edit: After further research, I found out that Gandhi’s ‘offer the other cheek’ theory is actually not indigenous. He himself borrowed it from the New Testament’s ‘Sermon on the Mount’. 

Brown is the new White

Attacks on people from African countries living here in India comes as a surprise to some, and a routine affair to others. There are human, inhuman (read idiotic), and objective ways of looking at it. As usual, we must pick a side.

It’s surprising to most of us because the way we have been brought up refuses to align itself with such incidents. Most of the kids in India grow up reading and listening stories about Gandhi being thrown out of the train in South Africa (then a British colony) because of the colour of his skin. And how it eventually fuelled multiple movements leading to the end of apartheid and white supremacy across the globe. And people of my generation have even seen the likes of Nelson Mandela in flesh and bones.

Fast-forward to 2014, to 2015, to 2016, and now to 2017, African students are attacked in Delhi-NCR. First time, a couple of men, and the very next day, a woman. All unarmed. Death of a teenager due to drug-overdose was conveniently taken as the justification of these incidents of mob lynching. While the political class as usual has ‘condemned’ the attack, police is out on a wild goose chase. These should not be our areas of concern, but some vital questions need to be asked. Not from the State or the administration, but from ourselves.

Are we racist by nature? I believe the answer is yes. How often do we shake hands with a construction labourer? How often do we hold the hand of someone who is ill in the name of hygiene? How often do we not, jokingly talk about an African individual passing-by amongst ourselves? How often do we share our meals with our house-aid? This list my friend, is endless. And if you are wondering why am I talking about all this, then to address your query, racism or discrimination in any form is not very different from the other.

All hell breaks loose when a fellow Indian is attacked in the USA or Australia, but for some reason, it’s okay to stab and beat an individual of a different nationality with an iron rod by a pack of 20-30 rabid, so-called men, and it’s also okay to kick a woman from head to toe by another similar pack. Actually, half of the country expresses it’s gratitude that you did not kill them. And specially the Ministry of External Affairs. It’s not good for diplomacy you see.

Unfortunately, your boy died of drug overdose because you could not control him. It’s not a problem of supply, but that of demand. But going by the laws of human nature, we refuse to accept bad parenting as the reason, and conveniently put the blame on someone else. It could be anyone. On top of it, who gave us the right to beat the hell out of someone who cannot defend herself/himself? What’s so fascinating about the colour of our skin which pushes us to follow this so-called ‘Doctrine of Racial Supremacy’? Since most of the people reading this are probably of my age group, it’s a humble request to you to move away from such practices as individuals. Also, probably (and hopefully), to the future parent in you, make sure you don’t repeat the mistake what parents of these rabid men did. Human brain has the capability to evolve, the gene pool has the ability to mutate. This small change in evolution and mutation, would go a long way in creating a better world, which at this moment, we can only imagine. Every human being is different and we must learn to respect the diversity. And to my African friends who are at the receiving end of this madness, we’re extremely sorry, and we would continue to try our best to change this.

2016: A Look Back

Unlike the previous one, this year was more of a mixed bag. It started on a patchy note, reached its peak of ecstasy immediately after, and again crashed and hit the rock bottom. And all this did not take the whole year to happen, but just a couple of months. Nonetheless, once this madness was over, the year actually started after the first quarter, for me at least. And in that first quarter, there was probably just one shining star in all that darkness.

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Rebuilding was difficult, but interesting. It demanded a lot from me, and I gave it whatever was required. Or maybe not. A good trip to Munsiyari happened this year, met a couple of new people, which I guess will be around for a long time to come. And guess what, in the absence of my original core group, I started the process of building a new one. It’s still on, and it’s going fine. Faced a couple of failures yet again this year, but it’s alright. I guess it’s required for what I’m up to, and I can feel what every failure changes inside me.

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Trip to Tirthan, followed by a long road trip to Rajasthan, Gujarat, and Bombay too happened. Who goes to Bombay for leisure, right? Wrong! I restarted running and feel great about it. I’m fitter than ever, and probably much more stable than I’ve ever been.

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That’s the thing about failures, heartbreaks, and things like that. Keep your head down, and keep moving forward. Give yourself time, to re-align and re-wire. Leave the dead for the dead, and  the detractors for the devils. Believe in action and consequence, and at the end of the day, enjoy your drink.

For all that has been, the man says ‘Thank you’. For all that is to come, the man says ‘Yes!’.

2015 – In Retrospect

It was a good year! Am I overwhelmed? No.

 

It was a good year, foundations of which were laid in the dying months of last year. Wisdom from 2014 helped me cut out the nonsense in 2015. This free time and mental space was efficiently spent on reading new things, writing about everything, and staying connected with very few people. Indulging only with the right kind of people always helps.

 

Met new people. Let go of few old ones. Became less orthodox and more flexible in my outlook. Mellowed down even further and became less impulsive. Learned to value money, control emotions and unnecessary desires. Kept only what I needed, and did not acquire or left behind what I did not. Trimmed down on lifestyle and unnecessary luxury. Tasted failure after quite a while, and still didn’t quit. Finally started meditation and also became fitter. Stopped living just on weekends. Trekked to the individual highest point. Learned a lot of new things, gained some wisdom, experiences, and hence, some confidence. Cut down on social media, phone usage, and spent more time with the family and close ones. I read a lot. I travelled too far. I slept well. I wrote okay. I managed to forget.

 

For 2016, I’ll mostly take it easy, focussing on things which matter the most at the moment. Will maintain my mental balance, harmony, and physical fitness. Will continue to trim down on things which shouldn’t be around, and giving more time to things and people which/who matter. Will cut down on mediocrity in any form: thoughts, people, traits, habits, and engagements. Will work on being more humble. Would read more, write more, learn more, and achieve what I must.

 

Being cynical is fashionable nowadays, I’m rather hopeful!

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Should I hang on, or should I give up? A question which has haunted me for most part of my life. While there were times when I waited, but I don’t remember giving up in any of those situations. I did fail, but I didn’t give up. And after all these years, it stands like this big wall, which is difficult to climb even for me now. Looking back, maybe giving up a few times, when it was needed, might would have been a better idea.

The usual human desire to come out as a perfectionist can be very harmful, a lesson which I’m beginning to learn at this very stage of my life. Accepting that “I cannot” should also be a part of one’s arsenal. Sadly, neither anyone told me, nor I learnt it myself. But now that I’m beginning to realise this, I might also learn a thing or two about this. Whether I’ll ever use it or not, only time will tell. Things have been hardcoded, and will take their own sweet time to bend. You can change your habits, but changing your traits can be quite a task.

Nonetheless, I must try, like I always have. The learning should now be put to some use to unlearn this time around. Let’s try being just a mortal now. Hyperreality must give way to actual reality. Things at micro level might do just fine with both of them, but in bigger scheme of things, only the latter can keep me in a state where I wish to be.

2014 – As it was

It’s that time of the year when one is supposed to present his/her annual rant to be ripped apart by others. I’m no different.

I don’t remember the first quarter of this year as I was just too busy working my ass off. I used to crib back then, but looking back, that was actually the smoothest part of this year. Second quarter was a sheer disaster for me and for some of the people around me. There were good friends who left, and the very close ones who lied and betrayed. And amongst them were few who denied and never accepted what they had done. And so it goes. Third quarter was more of damage control and nirvana phase. I took some very strong decisions on the professional and the personal front, validity of which need not be established anymore. There were tasks which I terminated, engagements which I axed, and people whom I left behind. These were the people whom I loved, for whom I cared and gave a lot of fuck, for a very long. Not a minute more. There were also a lot of things that were said behind my back(obviously behind my back) which always bothered me. Learned how not to give a flying-fuck about these things and people anymore during these couple of months. I don’t owe my time, attention, and my mental peace to anyone anymore. This wisdom did come, but with a price of it’s own. Nonetheless, truly a golden quarter and couldn’t have asked for more. Last quarter has only been about falling ill again and again with all the stupid possible, routine stuff. But thankfully no major tectonic shifts happened since then.

On the brighter side, Goa FINALLY happened. Me and my companion nearly lost our lives in the snowstorm in Triund with only one tee and one fleece. Whew! And Gethia was also no less beautiful. Met few lovely people and came more close to the few old ones. Some really close pals finally succumbed to the nuptial demands and there will be more in the coming year. Also saw ‘Manorama – Six Feet Under‘ and ‘Lootera‘ on big screen which was long overdue. And icing one the cake being, read a LOT of books this year. A LOT of books.

In the end, for those who left or were left behind, your and my karma. But I still wish you all the happiness with all my heart. And for those who stuck around, thank you very much. I won’t forget. There are few plans for 2015 but I’ll mostly take it easy and will be totally ruthless and blunt whenever required. Rest, I’ll be here and there to tell you the stories of things around us every now and then.

Disable WhatsApp Blue Ticks

Following is a simple guide (and an alternate provided by the WhatsApp itself which will be available in the next WhatsApp version 2.11.444) to get rid-off the infamous “Blue Ticks” blues:

Note: This version is available for users on WhatsApp’s website for now, and will eventually be rolled out to all users.

Here’s how you can disable the blue coloured read receipts’ with the message timestamp on WhatsApp’s Android app:

1. Make sure that your smartphone is running on Android 2.1 or a newer version(which I’m sure is).

2. Go to ‘Settings’ –> ‘Security’ menu –> and Enable ‘Download from Unknown Sources’

3. Go to the WhatsApp website and download the APK (application) file available under http://www.whatsapp.com/Android/

4. Once the APK file is downloaded to your device, tap the ‘Install’ option.

6. Now that WhatsApp has been updated, select Settings –> Account –> Privacy. Under the Privacy tab, uncheck the Read Receipts option.

This feature however doesn’t apply to group messages and will let other participants know when you’ve read a message. Also, once you disable this feature, you won’t be able to view blue double-check marks when you send a message as well. 


Redeem your mental peace NOW.

The Big Billion Fools Day

Before anything else, let me tell you, I /AM/ one of those who fell for it. Now yesterday, Flipkart’s much hyped “The Big Billion Day(TBBD)” finally happened. After almost a month of advertisements in newspapers and televisions, Flipkart successfully made every fool in this country(including me) reach it’s homepage at least once. After hearing much about ‘Black Friday Sale’ from Amazon in US for years, honestly, I was excited to see something similar happening here. I landed at the page around 1-2 PM, and around that time, the page was already acting up due to massive traffic. I had also seen the ongoing anti-TBBD campaign on Facebook and Twitter and yet I went ahead(a bigger fool I suppose). I did go through a couple of things and finally bought(unnecessarily) another Samsung 32″ LED for INR 16,540/-(Quite a deal right? Even I would love to think so). Now after I’ve bought it is when Flipkart started opening it’s cards.

– I set the Delivery Date and Time(which I was asked to select) on 7/Oct/2014 from 4-6 PM. Sometime around 4 AM in the morning, I get a mail from Flipkart stating, “As requested by you, we have changed the delivery time slot for an item in your Order OD30094350##########. Your shipment will now be delivered on Saturday, Oct 11, 2014 between 04:00 PM and 06:00 PM.” Now one, I did not change it. How can they claim the ‘As requested’ part because I did not. In their defence, they can comeback saying that it’s a preset mailer which fetches values and data from the backend and sends it to the concerned person(at 4 in the morning) and blah blah blah. Dear Flipkart, a multi-billion dollar company and still growing, how difficult is it to design another mailer for this purpose with a fresh pack of a billion dollars?

– Immediately after seeing this, I swung into action and have sent a mail to them at 6:30 AM. Why have I sent a mail and not called? Well, Flipkart has become everyone’s ex-girlfriend and not taking calls anymore. Want a proof, see this:

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Customer Care Page 1
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Customer Care Page 2

There is no phone number on Flipkart customer care page anymore. You Google their number and multiple posts will provide you with a customer care number which is correct. Now comes the fun part, you try calling them and what happens then is unbelievable. Flipkart welcomes you on the call and it gets disconnected in the first 5 seconds(What am I doing, cold sales?). Try another number and they’ll keep you engaged easily for 40 minutes because “your call is important to them, please hold and someone will assist you shortly” which just doesn’t happen. Now what am I supposed to do? Send a postcard?

– Another thing which social media went gung-ho about was about Flipkart increasing the original price of the product, and then selling it on the original price on TBBD. An example of that from Facebook:

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Price Comparison 1

Well, I tried not believing these and opted for doing my own small research on this. To my surprise, the problem of lying in this country actually lies on the ‘Seller’ side of things and not on the ‘Buyer’ side of things. Here is an example from my small research:

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Price Comparison 2
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There’s a difference of INR 222/- only on the same product on Flipkart and Prestige website. Not exactly 44% OFF eh?

Now that I’m tired of ranting so much early morning, I’ll conclude here. Dear Flipkart, our beloved crown-jewel of startups in India, sadly, you might never be like what Amazon is, in US. You might very easily have an upper-hand over Amazon India, but amazon.com? I don’t think so. At least not with this arrogance, ignorance, and erratic decision making, not to forget the lying part to your own customer base. It’s time you start giving preference to customer over competition. Forget the deals and the offers, just Amazon’s customer care itself can give you nightmares. And it has nothing to do with the money pouring in or the quality of talent you’re hiring left-right-and-centre. It’s only about the culture and the soul of the company which always trickles down from the top, the very top Mr. Bansals. All of us totally understand the problem of scaling up, but this is calling for disaster. You had a fresh deck of a billion dollar and at least a month to go for the Big Billion Day, you would’ve at least given some attention to the logistics, after sales support etc to say the least. But then, you did stick to the Indian tradition of crappy after sales Customer Support and invested your finest brains, money and time in trying to devise algorithms to fool this already slightly dumb population of this great Nation. Nonetheless, Congratulations on hitting $100 million in sales in one day. I’m sure there will be more. But just think on ‘How’ and ‘Where’ you want to see this grow from here. Food for thought.

And so it goes…

Like few of the people living and dying everyday, he also believed in this stupid ideology of ‘If they can do it once, they can do it again.’ This young man was also a fool who somehow managed to forgive on most of the occasions, but could never convince his inner-self to forget. Needless to say, spent a life just fighting with himself when rest of the world didn’t even have a clue. And so it goes.

On the evening when /she/ wanted to meet after few weeks, he was hopeful. He was hopeful because they were meeting after few weeks and after a tough phase. He waited for the twilight to further fade away and was there, where he was supposed to be, clean-shaved and combed hair(just what she liked) wearing her favourite watch, on time. He could see her coming from the basement and appear in fractions, one step of the staircase at a time. To him she looked pretty as always. A tad more prettier maybe. Sorrow has its own way of dealing with things. Post tears scenes are always prettier and the feelings, deeper. They had dinner, happy conversations, better than usual, followed by their routine walk after dinner in the vicinity of the restaurant. She then made them sit in the parking area, first withdrew her hand, and then declared withdrawing herself. That was it for her. He tried shrugging it off, scared and shaken from the inside, hoping it to be not true. As any of these conversations, she had her reasons. Reasons which were big deal to her but not to him, which were unmanageable to her but very much manageable to him, unacceptable to her but a part of any relationship to him, critical to her but baseless to him, decisive for her but choking for him. He said nothing and walked back with her, still hoping. Sitting inside the car on their way back, he shouted, pleaded, begged and cried. It was as if a soaring eagle was shot and it fell out of the sky, unaware of what has happened, and sadly, unaware of the fact that it was slowly but surely, dying. But then, she had reasons which were supposedly ‘good for them‘ in her version of things. Like every other ride, the car stopped this time too and she kissed goodbye and left, relieved. He as always, continued looking and waiting for her to turn back for the second goodbye, which this time, never came. What happened then, cannot be a mystery to anyone. Days, weeks, and months he kept thinking about what went wrong but couldn’t find a reason which could justify this wretched step. Why she left remained a mystery to him, might always be. And so it goes.

Now this is not just a sad tale of a heartless girl ‘calling it a day’ on a guy who is like a rabbit in front of the headlights, but the corollary to this also stands valid and true. Be it anyone, irrespective of their gender, certainly faces this at some point of time in their lives(very lucky if you don’t). But what we tend to miss in this emotional jargon is the fact that, she did not leave because he was not honest, not loving, or a spineless man with no traces of integrity, or something like that. She left because he gave her this honest, selfless love, and the closest part of his life and soul; sadly the type of ‘love’ which she no longer cared for. Which this world we live in no longer cares for. ‘Love‘, which me and you probably do not understand anymore, will never cease to exist and is here to stay. But it will exist to tell us stories of another kind, none of which will have much to do with ‘Love‘ itself.

 
 

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