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To live.

The Gods laugh I believe. When we struggle so much to just acquire money, status, cars, accessories, land.

When we fight to survive. Marna to hai hi bhaiyaa. Marne se kya darna hai. This is the only irrefutable absolute truth. Baki sab adhure sach hain. Incomplete truths.

We are being respected for the work we are doing. Amazing achievement. Unbelievable. A miracle beyond our wildest imagination. Travelled to Mumbai to meet a few potential clients and they were looking forward to the meeting to discuss their height related issues in various real estate projects. I could see respect in their eyes. That is all we have earned I guess.

Respect.

Have been looking for it you know. For a long time now. In the family. In the world outside. And within myself.

But a victory in the professional world does not necessarily mean a victory in the personal realm. My family cannot respect me. That will always be an unachievable target. An impossible mission so to say.

Need to vacate the office by August. We will have to move. Huge task. Any change is stressful. Even if it is for the good. Even if it is healthy. Ok. 24 hour slots. Will think about it later. For today, the phone is not ringing. There is water in the house. And we should be able to pay the rents of the office and the house.

Let us practice some gratitude. Roti, kapda, chhat. Aaj ke liye hai. There is work. And Appu is reasonably happy. That is enough reason to celebrate.

To live.

Just open your eyes

The admin takes up 80% of the time. Arranging for water, electricity and gas. The basic utilities. In the office and the house. Only 20% of the time is left to do the actual work. Talk about growth. When the basics are not in place, how can any development happen?There is no water supply in the office. So the private tankers have to be called.  Ditto for the house. So much for the developing country. So much for the hype and hoopla raised by the political parties just before the elections.

The rejection from one’s own family is hard to digest. I guess that is the curse I have to live with all my life. That has been the greatest challenge, the most debilitating handicap. To top it,  Appu and myself have also been fighting. I do not know the reasons. We are just not ok with each other. So it is very tough to focus on work at the moment. Have not been reading. have not been learning anything new. The entire energy is channelized into somehow running the office and the house and complete the bare minimum activities to keep the show running. Need God to step in here. Loads of unmanageability.

Everyone is running after money and sex. But we do not talk about it openly in our country. Why can’t we accept that we want the money. Huge amounts of it. We talk about the crimes we can see. But we do not talk about the unseen emotional crimes committed in silence in millions of families in the name of love and respect. A betrayal most heinous. Every time a child is abandoned or abused, every time an infant girl is killed or molested, every time a child is humiliated, every time there is violence in any home, a crime is committed. Hence the rapes, the scams are just the tip of the iceberg. The larger picture is below the surface. Education happens in the families, not in the schools. When will we understand that? When will the mothers stop treating their sons like demi-Gods with freedom and license to rape? Every rape, every scam is a wake up call for us. But we are so used to living in a dream world and so scared of the pain of facing the reality that we refuse to wake up. The deep rooted problems will not go away just because some of us make a lot of hue and cry and create noisy drama.

Dekh lo yaar. Open your eyes. For once see what is real and what is not. It might be painful but at least the wound will be opened for healing and the pain just might go away. Like this it will keep festering for generations and we will be building a society where money, might and sex will rule.

Just open your eyes.

‘Shor se pare’

Dharti per reh kar jeena. To be on the earth. Huge task. It is easier to live in a make believe world of ‘larger than life’ pictures. And bloated egos.

A world where we are self proclaimed ‘Gods’. A world where the ‘God’ resides only in temples and has no business in the matters of running the world. There is utter chaos everwhere. No wonder. Man is trying to be the Boss everywhere. So to resolve the chaos, we are creating more chaos. Well done guys. We are doing great.

We do not need so many laws and so many people to ensure that the law is followed. We just need one law. That is to be ‘human’. How can we ensure that ‘humanity’ is practiced? In all situations? Under all circumstances? In poverty? In aloneness? When we are being watched and when we are not being watched? When there is money? Even when there is no money?

Which school, which college, which institution can teach us to be human beings? And if we could just be human, all the other laws could be scrapped to set free a battery of lawyers, advocates, policemen who are not doing their jobs anymore because they have ceased to be human. They have become parts of a machinery which neeeds more and more oil in the form of money to run and is becoming monstrous and out of control. The machinery to force people to behave and become more human is itself a monster and we wish to run away from it.

Aur laws mat banao bhaiiya. Insaan bana sakte ho?

Can our politicians be more human?

Can the cops be more human?

Can the rest of humanity be more human? All over the world?

Just so much noise. Nothing in action,or deed,or thought.

Aur halla machao.

Kitna shor hai. Charon Taraf. Thoda chup ho jaate hai bhai. Thoda soch lete hain.  Pagalon ki jaise bhaagte ja rahen hain.

Just running. Just creating noise.

Shor ke pare bhi to kuch hai.There must be meaning beyond the noise we are creating.

‘ Shor se pare’

 

Still searching

Why did we choose this path?

Wanted to look cool? to look good? Is that it?

you ask as if there were many choices.

Of course there must have been. At least a few, if not too many.

So you tell me. Which one would have been a better choice?

To live or to die?

To face dis-respect in the family or to face dis-respect in the world outside?

To let goons rule this country and become one in the process?

Or to fake that everything is fine, that education eradicates all evils and hide behind a good image? Behind more cars,mobiles,money. That I am OK and you are OK and everything is OK. When the truth is that nothing is OK.

But to face the truth would be too devastating. Too scary. So let the facade go one.  Yes,we are a growing country.

Yes we are an emerging economy. yes, we are moving towards gender equality ( I mean we are talking about it, a lot I must say), yes we take a holiday in the name of Gandhi, we say the right words at the right time. But that is where it stops.

Look beneath the surface and you will see that the first qualification to enter politics is the ability to indulge in mindless violence, to have a criminal background, to have loads of money and the ability to distribute liquor, dreams, promises to the poor, the scheduled castes and the have-nots without having to work for it. The poor are promised the world without working for it, if only they vote for them. How is that possible?

Success or failure in such a world would not matter. I guess we are all failures in some way. For allowing all this decay to continue. For not having the courage to stop the wheel and re-invent it. Even in our own lives, forget about others, society and the world at large.

A colleague asked me, your life is still not on track? You are still getting beaten up and dealing with the cops, actually goons in uniform. And my answer is:

My friend, I do not know whether my life is on track or not because I am still looking for the track. Where is the track?

I am still searching.

Still searching.

 

An illusion

The difference between the masses and the classes. Can be measured only in light years.Politics, a synonym for business, is driven by the masses. By the underbelly, underworld, ghettos, slums, everything that is unauthorized. So the most authorized business actually runs from the most unauthorized places and the people at the bottomline, yearning to be heard somewhere, somehow, sometime. How can we even begin to think of cleaning the system? Kahan se shuru karoge? And how can one deal with hunegr, poverty, lethargy, the attitude of being a loser and the powerbrokers who exploit these needs to whet their hunger for power and control.

Appu has been upset. With the constant financial crisis situations in the office and house. With the hostility shown by AAI officials. I guess this is the cost we are paying for taking  a stand. I am sure that easier softer options exist. But we have never taken them. And now is the time to pay for the choices made. Good or bad. Right or wrong.

Sab golmaal hai. And yet we gloat over the fake statistics, the fake turnovers, the fake signs of outward success. All the time, becoming poorer inside. All the time becoming empty and hollow.

We need more projects. More revenue. More income. And above all winners in our team. Change your tune bhai. It is really an old one now. Maybe we should get some people from the western world to get the work culture right. Maybe in place of our guys looking to work abroad, we should import some of them here.

The admin is ok. The pantry is working. The chairs in the office are being repaired today. Can we ever hope for a day where no repair is needed for anything in the office? Or for our souls? A client visit is scheduled for tommorrow. Need to make a trip to Hyderabad for another project. Good to stay busy. Lagta hai kuch kaam ho raha hai. Feels as if we are acheiving huge things.

A dream. Which keeps us going. Keeps us alive.

An illusion.

 

 

 

 

Only and lonely

Kuch nahin badlega.

Why are you even trying? yeh desh aise hi chalega. Be a part of the system or the system will kill you. Throw you out. Make you a pariah.

That is quite disappointing. I mean what about education and research and development and justice and goodness. Of course the words exist. Maybe, just maybe, even the meaning exists  as long as the system is not threatened. The keywords are ‘as long as the system is not threatened’. The moment any research, any thought, any goodness so much as even poses a threat to the existing set-up, all hell breaks loose. The catalyst of change is looked down upon, stripped of social acceptance and made a pariah.

I guess that is what has happened to us.  Overtly and covertly. None of the AAI officials are keen to talk to us. Forget about talking, they do not wish to take our calls or see our face.

Aur sach bolo. You wish to survive or bring about a revolution.  Kya mission statement hai bhai. Then what is the point of education if it is ultimately controlled by politics, by what is redundant. Of course that is a good question. What is the point of education?? of degrees? Simple jawaab hai. To get a job. To get a salary, to obey the rules and to get a certificate of honor, a raise now and then. Look, this is getting depressing. Let us focus on the problem of others, other countries, other people. At least we will forget our own pain for a while.

Bahut bolna, bahut sochna is a disease. Needs treatment. Specially in this part of the world.

Akele rah jayoge. All alone.

Only and lonely.

 

‘In the end’

So scared.

Of what?

Of losing it all. The name, the fame, the fakeness,the cloak of respectability, ‘samajik pratishta’(social respectability).

What about sanity? Are you worried about losing your peace of mind, your sanity?

No. I mean they will come with the money, right?

What if it’s not really a package deal. What if decisions based purely on the ‘money factor’ backfire?

How will this spiritual discourse help us pay the bills? For God sake, get real. We do not wish to bag any Oscar awards here. OK, Can you hear that? We just need the bank (or is it banks) not breathing down our backs, we need the rents paid, the telephone bell ringing in the office, the salaries paid. If you have to kill, just kill man. What is all the song and drama about? Don’t you see that is does not matter why you wish to kill. It does not matter to the banks how you make the goddamn money. It does not matter to society how you bought that bloody long limousine. You are a star if you have been able to do it, by hook or by crook. And who does not wish to be a star? And what is wrong with wanting to be a star?

Apna discourse lekar kahin aur jaao bhaiyya. leave us alone. Allow us to do our job, that of making more money. Everyone wants a good package these days and we have to be able to give it to them. team kaise banegi? Never mind that most of us have our ‘fundas gol’, never mind that most of us do not have the required capabilities but ‘package’ toh chahiye na.

Fast Forward. We are trying to do something different with GIS here. We are trying to change a process. We are re-inventing the wheel. We are trying to use a technology for greater accuracy, faster results and lesser costs. And the dinosaurs of the trade are rattled with us.  And therefore we are a threat. And therefore we are un-employed with our oxygen fast running out. And maybe that is what the powerbrokers want. To kill us. Silently. No sign of our blood on their hands.

Now we understand. Why our path has been so difficult. Why it is so difficult for people to work with us. We are treading a different path. We are trying to create a new path. We are trying to prove that GIS technology does not belong to the ‘Aloo Pyaaz Ki Mandi’.

We are demonstrating that we are passionate about GIS and what it can do. That we are romantically involved with it. And that we can win the game with a new set of rules. And create history in the international world by developing new applications and not just doing the outsourced underdog’s manual work of digitization and what have you.

And that we are willing to die in the process. Just so our lives mean something.

In the end.

A miracle

Looking for what? Leaders? Leadership? You must be joking right. I mean we take all these degrees to get a good job ( good job=f( package,comfort,fixed time,no control)).Right. Ab Kya karen? We cannot work with tenders where all the low quality work happens and degrees or no degrees, one can get away with murder. Or on all the outsourced projects from the US and UK which only dole out the manually shitty jobs ( even if they pay in dollars, technically the jobs are very manual in nature) that they themselves do not wish to do. So we are trying to carve out a niche for ourselves. To develop and integrate technologies for an application sector. But that needs us to use our brains, to enter the non-newtonian frame of reference in terms of time, to submerge ourselves in soaking in new knowledge, new skills. Aur kiske paas itna motivation aur patience hai? And if we can get away with low quality jobs, kyun bhankas karna hai? Live and let live. Take a good package and become a good package oneself. Look good in the world. It does not matter how we actually feel at the end of the day.

It is difficult for us to achieve anything spectacular in our country. Since the focus is not on pushing the topline up, it is almost always on pulling the bottomline up. So we are constantly working on poverty, education for all, female foeticide, basic health. And with a large poplulation all the solutions we think of are low quality or politicized. So they do not make any significant difference to the lives of millions. So with all our hogwash and good intentions, neither are we able to pull the bottomline up and neither are we able to push the topline up. So we stay in between. All the time. And we kill those who even try to cross the topline. How dare they? When so many are suffering and are below the bottomline. So either all go below the bottomline, which is easier or all go above the topline,which is next to impossible. So while we applaud acheivers internationally, we make sure that the system in our country ensures the death of any creativity, any intelligent spark, any tendency to be different in any individual. And we all become losers and blame each other.

There is pain. And there is a sense of powerlessness. We truly cannot change anyone. The only person we can change is ourself. But how can a single person execute a project? It is not like climbing a mountain and yet figuratively that is what it is. So what we need is a team willing to climb Mt. Everest. A team wanting to win. But where do we look?

Appu is struggling for attendance. She waits for me, sleeps late, cannot get up on time for her classes and invaribaly does not get attendance in the early morning class. But why is attendance even important at the college level. As Appu rightly says, Isn’t ‘Attention’ more important than ‘Attendance’? What if one is just sitting in class and chatting on facebook?

Life is moving at its own pace. There is loneliness. There is fear. There is anger.
We are so busy doing all the unimportant things that the important ones just never get done.

Bills. Salaries. Focus karo. Life’s philosophy will not pay a single bill. If that were the case, there would have been no prostitutes in any part of the world. Focus.
God. How the hell do people make millions? Scams, Drug Dealing? We are at the surviving stage continuously and consistently.

Focus. At least till a miracle happens.

A miracle.

For this lifetime

‘Recovery’. To recover all that has been lost along the way. Or to uncover our lost self. Or to come back to ourselves. Come home. Either way, it is quite a voyage. The longest ever.

My father called. And for the first time in his life he acknowledged what I have felt all these years. He used the word ‘Anaath’ (orphan) for me. And that is a huge step forward. He can see. He can understand. It will be easier to die knowing that he knows. He tried creating humour in the dialogue saying that at least I was an educated ‘anaath’. How many orphans can boast of having an engineering degree. Point. Very valid. Thanks papa. Although you are on the far fringes of the horizon in my part of the world, although you have never been there with me, at least I can see you occasionally.

There is water, gas, electricity in the house. Great. There are two project submissions in the coming week. Fingers crossed. And many loose ends to be tied up in the projects already submitted. One thing at a time. One day at a time. One breath at a time. Ho jayega. Still trying to create a winning team. Still waiting for leaders to join us ( you are getting old woman, Ok, I know but nevertheless till the last breath!).

I like the Mumbai attitude. There are huge signboards on the roads, saying ‘Don’t Honk’. Reduce ‘noise pollution’. I love it. Delhi needs to emulate. Kitna shor machate hain hum log. We honk the horns even at red lights. More than the traffic on the roads, the constant blaring of horns is very tiring. We are a loud city no doubt and we could do with a little peace.

Pran jaye par vachan na jaye. chodo yaar, Vachan jaye to jaye, pran nahin jaane chahiye. The thin line between self-care and selfishness. Very blurred. Very fluid. One never knows when one crosses it in the name of religion, politics, larger interest of the junta (people).

Who am I to judge? After all what have we achieved. Perhaps nothing. Nothing at all. Except of Appu. Appu exists. And she has a spine. She will stand up for what she believes in, regardless of the consequences. She is doing what she loves most, dancing. And that is all I have been able to support, apart from a little bit of GIS.

And maybe that is enough. For this lifetime.

For this lifetime.

Dying before the living

Chandan has left. No information. No reasons. No explanations. Just walked out in a way. Kayar, darpok, spineless. No courage to face their own selves. Easier to just run away. I did that once for self protection, when I was being physically abused. But I am sure that they were not being abused in any way. This is the generation that will take on the world tommorrow. And what a generation it is. Always wanting the easier, softer options and the best and the quickest results in terms of money, power,prestige. Quite disappointing I must say.

We do not have any leadership material anymore. At least we are not being able to find any. That is very crippling. To constantly deal with an attitude of slavery in people who join us. We are a poor country. No doubt about that. We have no leaders. Only followers. Only slaves wanting quick bucks.

A lot of studying and understanding of concepts is required for our work in the AAI. Nothing is clear as of now. Confusion galore. Need help. It seems we are always walking on a knife’s edge. One mistake and we are dead.
My father has sent his wishes for my birthday. Although he is confused about the date, he is almost there. It feels good and it feels sad. Good because at least he remembers and sad because there is nothing beyond it.

We are coping. We have been coping for a long time now. Hopefully the living will happen before the dying.

Living before dying.

Or maybe the dying before the living.

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