The Right Man in the Wrong World- A Tribute To My Father

Ordinary men live in their bodies. Great men live in their ideas; and live on forever.

My father was not an ordinary man. Therefore, his body’s passing away is immaterial, for his thoughts were non-material. They were ethereal and eternal. As long as there is goodness in the world, he lives on, as he was the epitome of goodness- something that anyone who knew him would gaily testify, for I have not known a single person who hated him- even by an inch. To those who knew him, he was a spectacle. As a dear one rightly put it, “His presence equaled the presence of ten men.”

To him, there was no evil in the world. He saw everyone as an equal, and found something likable even in the most evil. This, to most was incomprehensible. They thought that he was gullible, which he was not. He was above those mundane qualities of the mortal world that we are so full of. He was closer to the divine than to humans, and that perhaps made the divine want his presence so badly.

In the Bhagavadgeetha, Krishna describes pure souls as [12.4-12.20] those who have their senses under control (he was on a tasteless diet for more than three years, yet enjoyed his food more than we do), who are even minded (he did not cringe when the worst of sorrows that a man can witness hit him, nor did he let some of his greatest victories empower his ego), those who spend their lives in the welfare of fellow beings (he joyously parted away with all of his life’s earning to help those who sought his help), those who hates no being (he wished well being to the worst of humans that I have seen- those that hurt him a lot, including his brother), those that are compassionate to all (I have seen him pay tuition fees to tens of students who couldn’t afford it, even when it was difficult for him to pay his own bills), those that are ever friendly (the fact that his friends outnumbered relatives while he was hospitalized testifies that), those freed from the thought of I and mine (I have not once see him buy anything for his own-not once), those who consume happiness and sadness alike (not once did he seem perturbed about the worst calamities of his life or about the glories that life bestowed on him).

Krishna continues, he who is ever content, who doesn’t afflict the world nor is afflicted by the world, he who is free from joy, anxiety, anger and fear, he who neither rejoices nor hates nor grieves nor desires, who is the same to a friend and a foe, to whom honour and dishonour are the same, who is content with anything and is detached, who is same in cold and heat, pleasure and pain is a true devotee of mine.

And that he absolutely was. Krishna also says that it is such a devotee that is dear to him, and shall free him of the cycles of birth and death. It is mortals who fear death- as they die with their bodies. But to those who lived through their life, life is eternal- in the companionship of the Lord. In the world of the liberated- The Vaikuntha.

He left his mortal coil three days prior to the Vaikuntha Ekadashi and its said that a soul takes three days to leave the surroundings of a body. So we know where he was headed as well. Vaikuntha Ekadashi is the day when the great bhakti saint Nammalwar’s soul reached Vaikuntha and was welcomed by the Lord himself at the gates of the Vaikuntha.

31_Srimati Lakshmi sameta Sri Ananta Shayana AlanakaraThe Nammalwar episode teaches us that when it is certain that a soul gets liberated, it is not a grievous incident. But on the contrary, its a joyous pastime of the lord- a festival!

There was so much of foreshadowing to this occasion that we witnessed a miracle almost every single day of the last fortnight I spent with him.I had decided to visit a temple every evening. I got to do keetan at the legendary Srinivasa Govinda temple late in the night, after closing time (to my disappointment the temple was closed by the time I made it there) right in the sanctum sanctorum because a highly influential guy decided to turn up to have darshan. The next day, in the Raghavendra Swami temple, the archaka gave me his shloka book pleased with my devotion. I got to light more than a hundred lamps on the last day of Kartika in the Shankar Mutt, as there wasnt anybody else to do that service. At the Govardhana Giri temple, even though the temple was closed, I was let in by the force of this saintly guy who liked my keertan and let me perform a private keertan for the lord late in the night! And on one day when I was angry that I could not have the darshan of the lord as it got late due to relatives, our vehicle was stopped by a cart-festival of the lord for fifteen and odd minutes! It was as though the Lord himself decided to turn up as I couldnt go see him.  At eleven thirty in the night I was able to visit a temple because they had forgotten to lock the front gates and lo, I even get to light lamps there. On the final day, I entered the temple just when the Shringar Arati for Prahlada Narasimha started at the ISKCON Bangalore temple.

We had been informed by the doctors that it was just a matter of time, but a miracle followed a miracle until the grand one- when my father made his journey to his father.

Scriptures say that there are three fathers in a man’s life- the father who gives him birth,guru- the spiritual father and the Lord- the eternal father. So to say that I have lost my father is meaningless. I wont say that.
And so shouldn’t you. Yes- you. I am moved when you feel sad for me, but trust me- I am not sad. We were prepared for this occasion a month ago when he suffered his second arrest. I have had my share of crying, my share of missing him. Moments before he passed away, he did something that was no short of a spectacle considering that he was unable to do any physical movement. As usual I was trying to make him physically active by trying to get him do some hand moves and postures. But I had failed until that day when he decided to give me a thumbs up, and felt my cheeks and forehead for minutes at a stretch, full of love.

I know that he is around for sure. Because he is in me: mentally and physically. So all I have to do meet him is to stand in front of a mirror. So I am alright. The only request I make is to just be as you were with me before you read this.

The scriptures mandate that for someone who lived the way he lived like, the way of a renunciate, funeral services should be different. So having known the procedure, I have rendered services to him as befitting to a sannyasin, and not as a householder’s. So all those who have had a problem with that, you are more than welcome for a debate with me, with a learned scholar moderating it-and not your ego of being an elder by age doing it. I might come across as rude with this statement, but my family has faced a lot of anguish because of such people.

My father was a man of people. He gave everything that he had to anyone- undiscriminating of who that person was. So it was only correct that his body was useful after his death. Therefore, we donated his body to the KIMS for teaching and research purposes. It was a decision that my mother took a fortnight earlier having fully known that my father liked his body to be used after his passing on. He lived like a kalpataru- a desire tree. So even in death, he proved useful to the society he held so dear to him.

And it was not against the rituals that those who opposed it mindlessly believed in. When a brindavan is built for such an enlightened body, it is mummified using salt petre. A donated body is embalmed, which is as good as mummification in a brindavan. And all the rituals until that moment, including his clothing of saffron was performed by me. Yes I did not follow the rituals done for a grhastha, a householder for he was not one. The Bhagavatam says that even a grhastha who is detached is a sannyasin. And if you don’t agree that he was one, like most around him you have misunderstood him. He was indeed a right man in the wrong world. He is at a befitting place for a soul like him. And is at peace.

Dear father,
If I have erred in my statements, I beg you and the Lord for forgiveness.
If there is one thing that I can never be, is be you.
You’ve set the standards sky high.

kayena vaacha manasendriyairvaa budhyaatmanaa vaa prakrteh svabhaavaat |
karomi yadyat sakalam parasmai naaraayanaayeti samarpayaami ||

hare krishna hare krishna krishna krishna hare hare |
hare rama hare rama rama rama hare hare ||

All glories to Sri Guru and Gauranga.
All glories to my father Prahlada Padmanabha,
All glories to my spritual father Srila Prabhupada,
All glories to the eternal father Sri Krishna Chaitanya.

Nitai Gaura Premanande Hari Bol!
Hare Krishna!

14_Sri Sri Radha Krishna-chandra in Vishesha Alankara

A Letter To The Divine Master

Here is a letter that I wrote to Prabhupada, to be published in the Offering-Book of ISKCON- Mysore, on the account of his Vyasa Puja.

Dear Prabhupada,

It’s said that guru is one who dispels the darkness of our lives himself being a divine light. In my case though you have not just been a lamp, but much more than the sun. From the darkness of animalistic life, you have been crossing me over to the spiritual ethereal world, holding my finger, step by step like a mother. Your love reminds me of how Ma Yashoda would lead her Nandalala to admonish him for his leelas, but would actually be the cause for more leelas to come by. Due to your unbound grace, I have been able to see through every incident in my life and lives surrounding me, and realize that all of those are nothing but  leelas of Sri Krishna Chaitanya.

Your smile makes one forget all anguishes, miseries and sorrows of the materialistic life and makes one realize how mundane one’s life has been, and what their real purpose in life is. 

Your books are akshaya patras of Krishnamrita, and the divine nectar spills all over my hand and soul as I start savouring them. Regardless of the number of times I read them, I experience the very same rasanubhava, entering the divine moods of the greatest transcendental being. Could it be more wonderful?

Your chanting and songs take me back in time, where I feel like a humble gopa, listening to the enchanting tunes emanating from the flowery flute of Vasudeva. While I hear them the next time, I feel like being a gaudiya vaishnava on the streets of Navadwipa singing a Keertan led by the mesmerizing minstrel Chaitanya Mahaprabhu. Yet another time, I am right next you, a new devotee, pulling the eternal chariot of the lord along the lanes of New York. Can such chanting be nothing but the divine himself singing the tune of aum?

Your lectures transcend the materialistic senses, the mind, even the intelligence and go awaken the long sleeping soul. It induces the mood of bhakti, dispels ignorance and awakens the divine in it. Your child-like face, discussing the depths of ageless philosophy, is akin to Krishna’s eternal lecture to Arjuna. I can feel how Arjuna felt being sung the song of the lord by lord himself! And you are no less than the lord as ordained by the parampara, that guru is as good as god. 

It is for being that guru, for being lord himself, that I submit myself unto you, 
and offer my sincere dandavats on this day of Vyasa Puja,
and thank you for taking me back to godhead.

Nama Om Vishnupadaya Krishnapreshthaya Bhutale
Srimate Bhaktivedantaswami Iti Namine 

Your eternal servant,

Srinidhi Prahlada.

Is English Undermining Kids’ Logic Bone?

Two days ago, Listverse published a list of the Top 10 British Inventions That Changed The World , and not surprisingly the English language had featured on the top spot of the list which made me wonder, yet again on the relevance of English. A fortnight earlier a comrade had debated with me on the same subject matter, posing English and Sanskrit as the only two languages that were worthy of his praise.

The English language undoubtedly has a past that’s bloodier than any other. It’s ranking as the second most spoken language in the world has more to attribute to it’s rather murky past than to its speakers’ wholehearted embrace. Ironically though, it also happens to be the language of diplomacy in the post modern times, and good that it is.

When a certain non-Hindu Australian school started teaching its pupils Sanskrit prior to instructing English, it defended it’s move by citing that Sanskrit would provide a firm phonetic and linguistic base, and thus enable the student to easily grasp any other language in future. In other words, the incident had questioned the very existence of English: Had English failed to serve the same purpose?

It seems that it had.

The linguistic structure of English can be likened to a bag of jelly beans. Every word, every rule, and every error in it is a randomly chosen  jelly bean from that bag. But that is not exactly a fault with English; that’s just how the language came to be, like rest of the natural languages.

Where it differed from natural languages was when it sought to become global. You see, every successful natural language save English has largely been region-specific, just like various systems of measurement. When the world saw a need for a global chemical language, it came up with the Modern Periodic Table and the IUPAC convention. When there arose a need for a universal system of measurement the SI took birth. But when the world needed a universal language, there already was the widespread English which got everyone to say, ” English it is”.

And thus everyone had done a backslide. Indians had long failed to perceive  the fabric of English which led to the creation of an erroneous version of their own: The Great Indian English. Every other community came up with a similar version of their own. This of course had spelled death to the concept of nurturing a universal language.

What many fail to realize is that there must never be a rigid religion but there must always be a rigid language, when it comes to universality. In that respect, the Indian subcontinent would stand tall, as it not just created space for a flexible religion, but also produced a rigid language. Religion was not a single man’s mandate but the language was, unlike elsewhere.

One of the greatest beauties of a natural language is its flexibility, and I love English for that (and also for a lot of other reasons) but the same cannot be expected of a universal language. Just like the SI, the IUPAC convention, a universal language must be rigid, more over logical.

A kid who undergoes an English tutorial has to face the wrath of his teacher when he points out that the plural form of ‘child’ should be ‘childs’, and not ‘children’. What’s worse is that  rest of the kids are indirectly encouraged to laugh at kids who are indeed being logical( like they should be).  Where are the scientific communicators who claim to baptise people with scientific temper, when it is being slayed in every primary school’s English class?  Aren’t they supposed to be honing scientific temper of people from a tender age?

Speaking on a different note, a noted educationist surmises, “I blame the education system of our country for this anomaly. Our education is based on rote-learning rather than on reasoning and discussion. This dull method of education leads to lack of individual thinking and strong thought process in students, and encourages herd-mentality and makes them susceptible to brain washing.”

Is English doing anything but that to the kids worldwide? Isn’t educational system supposed to polish the logic bone, far from braking the same?

On the other hand, this is what a western philologer had to say of Sanskrit: ”[Sanskrit’s] potential for scientific use was greatly enhanced as a result of the thorough systemisation of its grammar by Panini. On the basis of just under 4000 sutras [rules expressed as aphorisms], he built virtually the whole structure of the Sanskrit language, whose general ‘shape’ hardly changed for the next two thousand years. An indirect consequence of Panini’s efforts to increase the linguistic facility of Sanskrit soon became apparent in the character of scientific and mathematical literature. This may be brought out by comparing the grammar of Sanskrit with the geometry of Euclid – a particularly opposite comparison since, whereas mathematics grew out of philosophy in ancient Greece, it was partly an outcome of linguistic developments in India.”

Does this seem to at least partially account for the advanced scientific development India had witnessed when Sanskrit was at large, and to what it has diminished today? What about the scientific advancement of countries that are yet to embrace English as their lingua franca (read as China and Japan)?

Native languages play a huge role in understanding a subject, and to add to that our nativity lies in the most scientific natural language there is, refined by Panini. Are we not bereaving kids from those logic-boosting grammatical debates of a Sanskrit class by making them go through dull English grammar classes? Is this really the right way forward, for a world that claims to be more scientific than ever before?

And to the detractors I ask, when the SI was introduced in the recent history and so was the IUPAC convention, why not Sanskrit? Am I wrong in being a scientific communicator?

Do I err in asking  if ‘GH’ stands for ‘P’ as in ‘Hiccough’ and if ‘OUGH’ stands for ‘O’ as in ‘Dough’ and if ‘PHTH’ stands for ‘T’ as in ‘Phthisis’ and if ‘EIGH’ stands for ‘A’ as in ‘Neighbour’ and if ‘TTE’ stands for ‘T’ as in ‘Gazette’ and if ‘EAU’ stands for ‘O’ as in ‘Plateau’ then wouldn’t the right way to spell ‘POTATO’ be ‘GHOUGHPHTHEIGHTTEEAU’?

An Uncensored Letter to Yeddy Bear

Before you think that the Pensieve is an all sleazy online tabloid or that it’s a blog which like the TOI went from being the granddad of Indian press to a publisher of ”Katrina likes purple bikinis WOW! CLICK-HERE-TO-OGLE”,  let me clarify the blog’s position: you  may just be right.

Or perhaps not. It’s just that the posts you were used to, the ones containing miles of text and bearing lengthier titles, like “srisriilovesanskritsoshouldyounowstfuandlikemyblogah” have been stalled for sometime.  For the greater good.

And what is that good?

To spank Yeddy.

No, don’t imagine that, don’t!

You din’t obey me- now go puke.

Sigh that at least I got you to puke for the right reasons.

But he need not.

That SOB, who made everyone sob when Kummy ditched him (well, Kummy ditched even his wife, and so did Yeddy. But hey, at least the former’s got an ”artistic” taste, so let’s applaud for that) has now ditched all of us voters!

What was it called back then? Ah The Yeddy Wave. I had to cross check the results thrice to come to terms with the fact that an awe-inspiring incumbent Chandru, who had completed a record number of developmental works, including building a sports complex that had hosted the Basket Ball World Cup (Yes, you read that right), had lost to an almost unheard Baatli Subbu.

Reason? The Yeddy Wave.

The same wave has now gobbled up all of us. Like a Tsunami. The latest victim of it being the honest and just Sadu. In memoriam Sadu, I reproduce an uncensored open letter to Yeddy, that a partner and I had written and read out during a session of Lit-Club. Going by the rules of the session, it was supposed to be a no bar, no hold letter, to express my anguish thoroughly. And that I did. That should account for its…err…linguistic style.

It is also interesting to note that my partner was a girl. To know how, read on.

Dear Mr. Arsehole, 

I don’t feel like asking you to know how you are, because I know you are screwed up. Screwed all the way up.

There were times when people looked up to you. There were times when you rode Addu across the city. Now it’s the same old Addu riding you. 

On one side, you get trapped in scams thanks to the blind love towards your sons begotten of your first wife…ahem…who was drowned in a sump, and on the other hand, you crave for a woman half your age. Wish she was at least a lass.

Fine, let’s stop getting personal. 

The Lokayukta report has totally stripped you. Not realizing that, or not wanting to, you desire more power and money. And thus you bark. 
Do you even realize that all that is left of you, Mr Yeddy, is your Cheddi?! If you want to safeguard that ”little” modesty of yours, better hide. Or better still, die.

For when you die, you’ll at least be clothed in the tri-colour. 

To hell with your nanga-naach

Good luck with death. 

Thank you.  Fuck you.

P.S: Did I mention that Yeddy was a bear, and Sadu, Addu, Subbu and the rest are part of his herd and this was just a fable for li’l kids? Now that I have, I have defamed none, but those poor bears.

Is Love a Mask for Sex?

Recently I had a very intriguing conversation with a friend of mine over a Facebook chat. The discussion had made me delve deep into the tunnels of my mind, and it had been a real struggle to gather my mind’s thoughts. Because, this was not just an academic debate, which could be handled at ease, but a debate on something psychological. Most of us falter, struggle and suck at such debates. That is because, we tend to get defensive about our feelings though the need of the hour would be rational thinking. What made it worse was the discussion being about two concepts that are known to have led men to both glory and destruction: love and sex.

They both are magnetic. They both are arch rivals.

They seem to be inseparable. But they seem not.


On one side of the debate, we have the Shakespearean canon and the voluminous body of work Kalidasa left behind and on the other side of it we have the likes of Shankara, who went on to say “Oh fool, don’t fool yourself into hankering behind mere flesh and blood”.

And the debate is endless.

And the debate is seductive.

To the reader it says, “Be my guest, tonight”.

Friend:  Found it somewhere- was curious to know your reaction.“. . . Love is the illusion the civilization has produced to give a little order to the frequency of the sex  act” 

Me:  Sex is biologically driven through hormones(testosterone).The urge for sex is naturally there due to  evolution, or else you would never want to reproduce(reproduction is a basic instinct of every creature. Just like if no hunger were there, you would not eat and sustain yourself, no pain were there you would harm yourself, you need sexual instinct for reproduction. Love is a psychological emotion in the brain. You don’t want to have sex with a friend/parents you love do you? (some incestuous people might) Love is observed to whatever extent in every creature, as it is a basic emotion of every being, like lust itself! Lust, hunger, selfishness, are all emotion driven. testosterones cause lust, which is an emotion  just like love. So one cant say it is an illusion. If it is, so is wanting to ”give a little order to frequency  of sex”, which is a result of lust.

 Just like how emotions combine, like if a loved one hurts you, you don’t retaliate as much as you would to a stranger in the same situation, and might laugh it off. Emotions combine. Like that, love and lust combine to give a different emotion. Mating with an unknown person is lust, mating with a loved one, is making love.
Also, you must remember that loyalty to a person in terms of sex exists because you know if you  cheat, it will hurt the other. You simply dont want to hurt someone you love. Also, lustful sex is not making love. It has been proven statistically that maximum pleasure is derived in making love, than by mundane juggling. It is analogous to watching a loved one act on screen. You would enjoy an actor anyway, but you would enjoy the loved one’s acting more.

All this if you believe in emotions. For a sannyasin, these hardly matter. It is all perspective.

Friend:    >As you say if the pleasure of sex is the incentive for us to reproduce, and hunger keeps our life  sustained, etc. What purpose does the emotion of love serve? Why do we love only one person(apart from parental love, love between teacher and student, etc) but get sexually attracted to any good looking girl?

Me:      You are mixing up. Lust arises because of need for sex, hunger arises because of need to eat. They  are not traits of a man,they are instincts. . Traits of a man are traits he is born with- like selfishness, love, ego, etc. lust, hunger etc lead you to emotions and so traits. But by nature, they are wired differently. you see the difference? you are not born hungry/lustful. they are results of something, but these are traits you were born with.
   Again, you are in love with one person because if you love two, you would be hurting the other, which  you cant stand if you love truly. So you cant even think of loving another person if you are in deep love. Sexual attraction is hormone driven, see animals who have not matured enough  psychologically, unevolved ones, mate with many, due to their hormonal instinct.That is there in us  also, as we are also animals, but our brain has much evolved to control it, and be faithful to  someone.

What do you opine? Is rape, ”making love”? Are you using love as a mask to have sex?


My Valedictorian Speech- Part 1

Welcome back everyone! ( that includes me as well I suppose?)  It has been a long hiatus, and that in the blogging world is tantamount to suicide. But the little, yet such endearing readership of mine is knowledgeable of the self-suicide, as HVS would put. But why did I commit it? Because I wanted to be born again. As an innocent little phoenix, leaving behind its fiery past. And I think my mission has been accomplished.

Now before we proceed ahead, here is a note: If you dint get who/what HVS was, you might find this blog-post a li’l taxing. I’d still suggest you to continue, because it’s going to be one heck of a ride!

Life for an infant bird is hard. But it is exciting at the same time. It learns new things, experiences new phenomena, meets new people and learns from its mistakes. That is exactly how it has been for me, as it would be for the reborn phoenix.

I wish to recount a number of these experiences using that charming stone basin across the room. Do you see that? It’s right there, across the study, waiting for me to pour my silvery memories into it, the Pensieve.

Recently, while I was surfing my archives (yes, I possess year-wise archives) I stumbled upon the lengthy Last Lecture  I had delivered on the Farewell Day at the Hogwarts of mine, Jnanodaya. Though not delivered on a Graduation Day, it was indeed a valedictory speech as valedicere in Latin implies a formal farewell. That was it, this was how I was debuting my blog’s third season.

मृडामृतमृगाम्लानमनमुकुटमग्नामरमृष्टमेयम् |
श्लाघ्यामि श्रीकरश्रेयशिवशिखरशंभूमेशशीलधारिम् ||

रक्षां रमां रमणराजरिपुं रजन्तीं

दुर्गां दिवां दशनिशादलनं ददन्तीम् |
शैलां शिवां शिशिरशीतलशिष्टशक्तीं
भेरीं भजे भगवतीं भरणीं भवानीम् ||

First of all, I’d like to thank all you guys out there, for allowing me to speak, for the last time perhaps here as a student. 

It’s bin a long journey, a really long journey, for most of us, ಆದ್ರೆ ಹದಿನಾಲ್ಕು ವರ್ಷಗಳ ವನವಾಸ ಅಂತು ಖಂಡಿತ  ಅಲ್ಲ.
Jnanodaya has been a second home, rather a first home often. Indeed it has seen ups and downs, and so have we along with it. Any institution or framework has its negatives and so should ours have, as nothing is perfect. Even though we cant become perfect, we need to strive for perfection. That’s the driving force of life. 

Coming across life, Jnanodaya too has one. It’s good at times, and may be bad at a fewer times. ಯುಗದ ಆದಿ ಆಗೋದು ಬೇವು ಬೆಲ್ಲ ಇದ್ರೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ಅಲ್ವಾ?  

Of course, the best part of Jnano was at our college. Right from security to secretary, everyone is unique. जब वि मेट  में करीना  बोलती है न? वैसे “मस्त item”! 

Most of you would be shocked, but to be frank I never liked to join this college. Because of various reasons, I had to join. But today when I’m about to leave it, I feel orphaned. It’s deadly. The reason?

You darlings out there.

The unforgettable salient speech of PKS sir on the inaugural day, the first class at Jnano, a ChemLab by Chetana ma’m, various audience-less competitions, the Kannada Debate with only two participants, the BNM fest where I was flabbergasted by Archana ma’m’s bindass attitude, the wonderful annual day put up by the then second PU students, the Sports Day where I came and and took part in nothing but just ate, numerous tests that we used to curse and write but finally realized that we passed in the finale only because of them, the jumbo entry to second PU, the Brightway bizarre, another Sports Day though I did better this time- run only the trial in the relay and inaugurated shotput, wonderful college day, bunking at Jnanodaya in the name of it, great talks from people like Madhusudan and HSL, evading principal’s eye and viewing the eclipse upstairs, eating food when its on and the list is never ending. 

If these are some memorable incidents associated with the college, the best ones are those that happened inside that one room, where we stayed for two years.

Indeed it’s true that we’ll no longer hear AKM sir say “this is the grand grand answer” or   ”ಏನ್ ಮಾರ್ಕ್ಸ್ ನಿಮ್ಮಪ್ಪನ್ ಮನೆ ಗಂಟು”, CSB ma’m saying “ಥೂ ಹೋಗ್ರಪ್ಪ”, PKS sir’s ”’today let’s come across” or Archana ma’m’s ”you was absent” or Chetana ma’m pretending as if she’ll start a new chapter at the end of a class and telling ”next class”. BVS sir noting his ”small, minute, particular details”, or HVS questioning, “any problem?”. No more HRN sir boasting of his IIT students or AS sir walking like a lion in the class making us feel the phrase “ಸಿಂಹ ಸಿಂಹ ಸಾಹಸ ಸಿಂಹ” as the background score. No more KNN sir’s looking through his glasses as if he were Sherlock Holmes, or Sowmya ma’m telling ಎಂಥ ಮಾತಾಡ್ತೀರ ?. Venkat sir’s ”ಏನ್ರೀ” or Ramanujam sir’s hastamudras, or Anand sir’s an”o”logies.Ramakrishna sir’s ”shey” or Kannada ma’m’s stern comedy. Of course Sarita ma’m’s laughter. 

We will never experience any of these again.

But there will be one thing with us forever. Memory. That which is etched with their love on the heart’s DVD. The mark is indelible and can be played back anytime. Thus there is nothing to miss. As Manoj says, “You are all there inside that one little thing”.

P.S: That was only the first half 😛
P.P.S: It gets better in the second half!
P.P.P.S: Just to boast of it, the initial two verses were of my composition.
P.P.P.P.S: Have fun!

Swears, Teen Sex Comedies aur Hypocrisy


It has been a habit of conservatives to blame any bad habit upon westerners. But we Indians have had sort of an upper hand at swearing. From Shankaracarya’s historical debate with Mandanamisra starting with an exchange of Sanskrit swears about each other’s families, to the ISKCON’s founder acarya calling scientists and  disbelievers names. Krsna in the Geetha calling Arjuna and his likes as eunuchs to the raunchy write-ups of Ravi Belagare. Not to forget the casual swears that go the genes of Uttarakannadigas and perhaps all of us. We seem to have patented swearing.

It’s ironical that we have authored some of the best books that despise swearing as well. Folklore and fables to the subhashitas, vachanas and proverbs too did that.

It is most singular that we have this wide sprectrum of views, which not only portrays that free thinking always existed, but also shows that there were rebels [rebels to those freethinkers also :D]. It is not that the Gen Y of today and the Gen Z of tomorrow are path-breakers when it comes to swearing, you had them all the time. That included even god[s].

A good friend of mine blogged a very involving post on the hit number Bhaag DK Bose
It is a good read plus has got my usual sermon-like comment, which is a must read well [:P].

Teen Sex Comedies:

[No wallpapers [:P]]

I think it all began with Porky’s. This was a breakaway film for the American youth from the hippie generation’s beach party movies. From Fast Times at Ridgemont High to American Pie, it was a generation of a new genre. In the next decade, there were some horrific sequels but some cooler sequels and originals as well. The bumpy Road-trip[s] to the American Wedding; 40 Days and 40 Nights of abstinence to get that one evening[?] with The Girl Next Door; *Meeting* an 18 year old virgin in an Eurotrip over A Long Weekend along with Harold and Kumar. Van Wilder might have Fired Up after his Sex Drive Knocked up after he turned 17 again. It was Superbad, but definitely Kickass.

They had it all: All that almost every teen and the rest liked to watch and do. The comedy did outshine the rest, and thanks to that. For a country where a 18 year old virgin is no shock but normalcy, cracking up over Steve Stiffler’s swear-jokes was a long needed change. Transforming from an audience that had the privileged piquancy from Khajuraho to Kamasutra, into a Victorian Macaulayism was taxing. It was like Stiffler was hand-cuffed and his legs tied to a bed in a lonely room forever.  It’s freedom knew no bounds with the onset of the internet. Swears part of those movies soon became college curriculum; to an extent that though they became clichéd in the West they still are prevalent here. Just like Macaulayism itself.

And yeah, thanks to Prashanth, Ashwin and the Internet for helping me watch those movies [:P].


Now comes the boring part. I’m certain that the second third might have shocked some. For various reasons. And some over-intelligent men may have gotten the relevance of the title “Hypocrisy” as well.

I don’t really know whether to call it hypocrisy or not. I despise swearing, I do. I like the above mentioned movies, I’ve watched Roadies Uncensored on the internet [not that I like this], I have.  As I do not like to be following a trend just because others do, there must be a deeper reason for this dichotomy.

I seem to have found it. When I responded to my friend’s blog, I said that people mean swears when they utter it in anger and use it casually also, and that’s when they don’t mean it. He seemed to disagree and said that certain swears are too horrible to actually mean them. I’m happy he said that because that meant so much to me. He had not really understood swearing and that made me happy.

I’m as imperfect as one could get. But I try to improvise over myself. It may come as a shock to some who know me recently, but those who know me for quite some time do know that I have used swears. Horrible at that, years ago. And many times I have meant them, yes I have. Reason? I have been in situations that most kids would not have at their age [don’t try to guess as none knows lol] and I don’t intend to discuss further. But swearing is a lot lot deeper than what most youths think it is.

When I realised that I was wrong, I stopped it. Though the situations continued, I resisted myself. For someone in a rehab would know how it was to me. But old habits die hard.

I probably liked it that others used swears that I could not. That’s why I din’t mind those movies. It is not hypocritical in the sense that I preach something and I follow something else. I do not swear. But is it hypocritical to not mind others swearing?

One might say it’s their choice. But for someone who loves societal betterment, its much more that that. Some might say that you at least know it’s wrong, that others don’t even know that.

But I feel mine’s graver. I feel committing a mistake knowing it is one, is worse. What say?