chapter-2

Chapter-2

Dittu and his younger brother Ajju had just come back from school. They were having their evening snack and milk when grandpa also joined them with his tea. Ajju excitedly told his grandpa that his teacher told a new story in the class- "The hare and the Tortoise" . Grandpa listened to him and then asked the children " do you know ,a similar story happened in Kailasa between Ganesha and Subramanya?". The children wanted to hear the story. Grandpa promised to tell them the story during bed-time.

In the night both the children reminded grandpa his promise. Grandpa started to tell the story.

Once in Kailash Ganesha and subramanya were happily playing with their parents Shiva and Parvati. Shiva's attendants were also enjoying the happy moment, when Narada came visiting Shiva. Narada paid his obeiscence to Shiva and placed a mango in front of shiva saying" Pranam Parameshwara, please accept this mango. It's a special one and that's why I brought it to you as a gift". "Long live Narada, I am pleased with this gift of yours" said Shiva and gave the mango to Parvati and told her to give equal portion of the fruit to both the children. Narada intervened saying" Eswara, this fruit should be consumed wholly and not to be cut".

Both Ganesha and Subramanya wanted the fruit. Parvati was bewildered and told Narada to suggest a way out since he was the one who had come with one fruit when two children were there. Narada suggested to hold a contest and then gift the fruit to whoever won the contest. Shiva smilingly told Narada to hold the contest. Narada suggested that the fruit could be given to whoever came back first after going around the world. Both the children agreed to take part in the competition. Subramanya who has a peacock as his vehicle immediately left on the mission. Ganesha, who is pot bellied and plump has a small mouse as his vehicle and he was sure he could'nt beat his brother in the race. Instead using his wisdom he went around his parents three times and asked for the fruit.

Shiva asked him as to how he could claim his prize as he had'nt fulfilled the condition for the race. Ganesha replied" Father, the vedas say Shiva and Parvati, who are universal father and mother are equal to all the worlds. Hence by circumbulating you both I've fulfilled the condition and so the fruit is mine. Please give it to me". Shiva had to agree to his claim and gave him the fruit. Subramanya came back from his mission with a gleeful thought that his fat pot bellied brother would be far behind. When he saw Ganesha eating the fruit he was furious and no explanation from his parents could pacify him.

"So you see just like hare and tortoise, here also there were two unequal contestants, but with wisdom the inequity was won over" said Grandpa.

Grandma's stories

I have planned a series of short stories for the young generation which has grown on a diet of Harry potter and eragon and other such stories but not that much on our own traditional stories. I have nothing against our children reading or getting exposed to stories from other countries but I feel they should also be introduced to stories from their native land so that they can connect better with the land and its people. Again here since I am familiar with only stories from South India and that too from Tamilnadu the series will contain only stories belonging to this region.

Chapter-1

It was raining heavily through out the evening and towards early night rain-god decided to take a break and Grandpa wanted to go into the garden to check on the plants. Armed with a torch Grandpa stepped into the garden with his elder grandson Dittu, aged nine, in tow. They had a small but beautiful well maintained patch of garden. The trees and the shrubs all looked fresh and clean after the heavy showers. Grandpa noticed that the jasmine creeper was'nt that lucky this time and the rope with which he had guided it to the balcony above had snapped and that the creeper was lying down. He tried to tie the two ends of rope where it had given away but failed in his attempt as the rope had frayed.

He asked Dittu," Dittu, you have a skipping rope don't You? will you bring it? I want to use it to guide this creeper on to the balcony". "Oh, no Grandpa, that's my favourite one. I can't part with it. We can buy a rope tomorrow for the creeper" said dittu. "Hmmm, you can't part with that rope is it? Do you know that there was once a king who parted with his chariot for a creeper?"asked grandpa. "Really, tell me that story Grandpa" pleaded Dittu.

Grandpa started to tell the story-" In tamil Nadu there once lived a king called Pari. He was a very good administrator and a benevelont one too. People in his kingdom respected and loved him. They lived without fear as the King took good care of the citizens in his kingdom. Pari used to visit different area in his kingdom everyday enquiring people about their welfare, their problems and passed orders immediately if any action was expected from him.

Once Pari was riding on the chariot and he noticed a jasmine creeper lying on the ground. He told the charioteer to stop and got down to inspect the creeper. There was not any tree or pole nearby so that the creeper could be guided on to. His heart went out to the creeper and he told his charioteer to bring the chariot near the creeper. He then tenderly lifted the creeper and guided it onto the chariot.

The charioteer was amazed by the king's act and told" Sir, How would you return to the palace now? Please get on to the chariot and after we reach the palace I'll come back with a few bamboo poles and build a supporting structure for the creeper".

"Let's walk back to the palace. We can not take any chance for by the time you come back what if someone had trampled on the creeper and the plant is destroyed? I can not allow such a thing to happen to anybody or anything in my kingdom. It is my duty to protect one and all in this land" said Pari and started walking back towards the palace. His charioteer follwed the king with admiration and awe in his heart. The king earned a title"Mullaiku ther kodutha Pari" which literally means "Pari who donated a chariot for a jasmine creeper".

So you see Dittu, help should come forth spontaneously for anybody in distress. This plant is in need of help and timely help will save it from distress. Don't you think so?"

Dittu ran inside and fetched his skipping rope and grandpa and grandson together helped the creeper to be back on the support of the rope.

The Honourable Guests

It was a sunny afternoon around two or so. I was standing outside our house in the garden. Hubby was leaving for office after his lunch. He was near the car and that’s when I saw this ahem… our tiny guest a rodent or I’d rather use a more effective term ‘ rat’. Mr. or Mrs. Rat appeared from nowhere ( my guess is from under the car) and stood short of two feet from me. I was paralyzed into standing still. After giving me a cool look for about five seconds or so Rat turned to retrace its steps, but half way down realized my husband was standing there. But after an encouter with me a five footer (5.1’ to be exact) the rat got bolder for after all it has to handle a few more inches of height only. My husband didn’t notice the rat and so technically there was no encounter. Then the Rat slowly moved realizing that the shelter under car was ruled out, crossed the road towards a house diagonally opposite ours. Their car was waiting there with an offer of plenty of shelter for Mr. Guest. But lo on its way a dog with its litter of tiny puppies was seated. The puppies got curious at the sight of some movable thing and stood with their ears raised. The mother dog lazily got up and sat on its haunches looking at Mr. Rat who had stopped a mere foot away from the dog. I shudder to think of what would have happened if only Mr.Tom was there instead of the Doggy . Mr.Jerry got lucky this time around. Both the rat and the dog gave soul searching look at each other and then our bold Mr.rat scurried past the dog into the opposite house. After the encounter I was at my wits end trying to understand the terror that grips us (at least most of us) at the sight of rats or some insects. Is it because we connect plague with rats, malaria and dengue with mosquitoes and other epidemics with various other animals and insect. Do we ever notice the perseverance with which rats build their tunnels. Try dismantling one , you’d find a new one the very next day. Ask me, I have a lot of experience. Or the perseverance with which the mosquitoes return to for some more blood after we have shooed them away . Maybe it’s the fair game of nature in providing each one with some potential weapon for self protection. But what right do we have to complain about these uninvited guests, as we are the ones who generate and mismanage garbage, have unkempt roads choking drains and squalor all around. So its high time we start to behave with decorum to our guests.

Incredible India

I had been to this year’s “Aero India 2009”, visited the various stalls and also witnessed the spectacular display by the pilots of warplanes and helicopters. This year the event was better organized and there was not much hassle in terms of traffic flow till the venue and parking facilities as well. The security check was a bit more stringent maybe after the Mumbai incident the organizers had to tighten security, In fact I am visiting the air show for the fourth time and every time the acrobatic skills of the air force personnel with their machines leave me enthralled. Our own Sarang team came out with thrilling acrobatics with a team of four helicopters and there were F-16s and Migs adding to the thrill. The crowd not minding the hot blazing sun stood rooted to the spot through out the spectacular show. This year I had a special moment to cherish. I had an opportunity to witness a simple sales ceremony organized by a major PSU. My spouse being part of the team, I could understand the overall feeling of pride that prevailed amongst the employees, as this was their first overseas sales call in that segment. What impressed me about the whole occasion was the simplicity with which the whole function was conducted. Above all the presence of our national flag beside the table where the dignitaries sat gave a sense of inclusiveness to all those who were present there. It may be a protocol for the PSUs to have the national flag there but it had so much significance to every one of us and each one felt proud at that moment to be Indian. At that moment it struck me that companies in private sector in our country should also follow this protocol to instill respect and love for our country. The respective national anthem and the flag are the uniting medium for any countrymen. Acknowledging our achievements in the name of the country whether in private or public sector will unite all the citizens of the country and this feat can be easily achieved by the solemn presence of our our national flag.

T With regards to the whole show there were food court and star hotels catering to the visitors but much was left desired in terms of handling the trash. Loads and loads of plastic trash must have been generated during the whole show. If the caterers had planned ahead they could have served food in biodegradable material rather than using plastic. On the lighter side, a jeep carrying a team of commandoes with Ak-47 et al was parked near the air display area and they became an instant hit with the crowd. I suppose people were reminded of the recent terror attack in one of our major city and having had an overdose of the visuals of the commandoes in action in television media they started crowding around the jeep curiously quizzing the commandoes, but then the commandoes kept advising them to maintain a safe distance. There were small children who were not content with just witnessing the display demanded a ride in the fighter aircrafts. Parents had to console them by just taking pictures of them standing beside the parked airplanes and choppers.

Good News

Communication technology has come a long way. Gone are the days when we got the news only through newspapers and Radio. Now there are innumerable ways by which one can communicate. the modern technology lets one to combine, bundle and what not . Take the print media, number of newspapers and magazines dish out columns and columns of news to satiate news-hungry readers. Same is the case with television network with plethora of news channels vying with each other to offer attractive content to the viewers. With so many options is one really happy with what he reads or views? The other day my younger son asked me ‘Amma why do we get to hear only about bad things like corruption, communal tensions, bomb blasts and so on. Can’t somebody report good things happening around us?” That set me thinking, what he said is true. The trend has set in with most of the news that qualify for reporting are either sensational or gory. Honestly, is’nt there a corruption free politician or an official who dispenses his duties with honesty and integrity. Agreed, only those who deviate and flout norms have to be reported and I also understand that there is no need to reward those who do their job, for after all they are duty-bound. But this sort of negative reporting has gone a little too far with every television channel worth its name waiting with bated breath to be the first one to be Breaking News. As for the print media the front page is devoutly dedicated to sensational news only.

Post Independence everyone wanting his share of good life in free India outsmarted each other while building his life. Corruption thrived at every level with the over ambitious nurturing it to get their things done. Now after nearly five decades we are hit by its malignancy and we have given up hope like a terminally ill. Those of us who were born after Independence have grown in an era of negativism and communal disharmony accepting all this without as much as a whimper. But today’s youth are different altogether. They are assertive, confident and want to be heard. They question, are cynical and practical and they want change. The tech-savvy youth of today cannot accept delay and are intolerant to religious extremities. With their global savviness their contribution to nation’s economy is impressive. We saw the power of youth during our struggle for Independence. The same youth power is arising today with resurgence demanding fairplay and a good environment to live in. We cannot deny them their right to good peaceful life and I dream of our India emerging as corruption free. I am waiting for the Golden era and I am sure our younger generation will bring in the Good News of that India.

Clean City

Bangalore with its phenomenal growth since IT boom has attained A-1 City status and it has also earned the credit of being called world city. But for the average citizen of this city these things hardly matter as he has to live in a city sporting dirty jammed roads, clogged drains, uncleared garbage and the list can go on. An erstwhile pensioner's paradise has turned into dirty hell. We cannot blame the corporation alone for our woes. The garbage collectors come at specific time everyday to clear the city's garbage. But since Bangalore works 24/7 garbage is also generated 24/7. Hence we find people leaving their garbage bags outside their house anytime convenient to them. Some leave these bags not in front of their houses but near any avenue trees that they find in their area. Mind you, people who work in their houses are smarter than them, for they throw these bags in open grounds or still better hang them in the welcoming branches of the trees. I've heard from my grand parents that people of olden days used to tie in branches of trees bundle of food for hungry travellers. Trees were worshipped and are still worshipped in India and they were never used as garbage holders. Man with his super bloated ego assumes that every creature around him has been created to serve him and him alone. So he feels free to jam a few nails onto the avenue trees and hang his dirty garbage bags there. As long as the bags are out of his compound and away from the gates in the front he is happy. His world ends with the compound walls around his house.

So how should this matter to anybody? Absolutely no problem till some stray dogs get the scent of these bags. Once they are on their scent these bags become public property, the bags are torn, the contents strewn on the streets. As long as quiet obliging neighbours are there, nobody gets any sermonising on not to display their love for canine population so conspicuously. Also children in the neighbourhood benefit a lot for they get free lessons in Biology. It’s very easy to explain to them how wind and animals help in seed propagation. Show them the wind carrying all the plastic from these torn bags all over the locality and the dogs and birds carrying away bits of whatever they fancy from these bags. If the areas has freshly littered puppies still better. They get lots of stuff from these disowned properties to help them go through their teething stage breezily. In fact I have seen cows pulling down the garbage bags from the branches of the trees and pilfering through to find some edible stuff in them. Mention has to be made about the rodents getting attracted to the left over food in these bags and multiplying in numbers as there is no dearth for food supply. So what if the diligent neighbours have to clean their front yard twice or thrice a day. If somebody consoles us by saying that the street will be cleaned by the corporation next day Beware for the army will land with the brooms next day only to sweep most of it into the storm water drains since we have not carpeted our streets. And the chain continues unbroken with the storm water getting clogged and so on.