Parenting is a full time job. I mean you never really grow out of it. Once a parent, always a parent. That is why I pack an empty bag whenever I visit my home, because I know it is going to be filled with goodies mom has stored for me and my daughter, a few earrings, a cute purse, a dress, maybe a bed sheet, something or the other, if nothing then a few coconuts and some fresh vegetables or her home-made pickles.
A colleague of mine tells me how he is terrified of his mom.’She’s strict. If I am not back home by nine, she says I can look for another place to stay! And I am going to be thirty this month. Can you beat that!’
Moms and dads always want to have a say in their children’s lives. They want to know what is happening and what is not, at least enough to answer the questions of inquisitive friends and relatives.
‘So when are you going to be a grand mom?, ‘When is your daughter getting married?’, ‘Is your grand daughter doing well?’, ‘So, your daughter is divorced, it must be difficult right, I mean how do her colleagues treat her?’
‘Not a steady job still?, how does he survive with all that art and nonsense?!’ And so it goes on.
Nosy aunts, uncles, and nosier who-you-don’t-knows want to be informed about your whereabouts…so that it gives them enough masala to top the evening gossip.
Most of us have been through that and some times we tend to shut ourselves out from the nosiness, I mean withdraw into our own safe havens away from prying eyes.
Assuming a hostile demeanor or wearing pride on our sleeves or distancing ourselves from the niceties or just by plugging in the ear phones, we try our best to protect what ever is left of our individuality.
It is not easy, is it? To cut one self off.
Wasn’t it John Donne who said, ‘No man is an island’.
Hmm…We do need others.
It is important to have people around, to be asked about, to be talked to. We then tend to oscillate between the need to be on our own and the need to be around those we hope to call our own.
The perpetual dilemma in life it seems to me, is ‘to talk or not to talk’, ‘ to reach out or not to reach out’.
One is constantly pulled into the need to be alone and the need to be with others, the social media does hold out a carrot in terms of reaching out… still…
I guess it is for each one to choose, the right proportion of solitude and company one needs.
Perhaps it is about constantly figuring out the nitty-gritties of living.
Perhaps what is going on in your mind, is what decides where you want to be… in company or in solitude.
Perhaps it is all just fizz and no water and there is no such thing.
Well, let me figure that out!
I always enjoy listening to Tshering Tobgay even in a continuous loop.
What are the reasons that make his speech so absolutely delightful, so much so that every time I play a part of the speech in the classrooms during the training on Public Speaking, my students always want to listen to the whole of the speech and sometimes even request an encore!
Let me try to decode some elements that makes this speech memorable.
*Be modest, be able to laugh at yourself
For one, the speaker comes without any pretensions and is easily able to make a joke of himself. Notice how he draws the first laughter from the audience within just 30 seconds of the opening of his speech.
Tshering Tobgay draws the attention of the audience to his national dress, ‘Goh’, the privilege of the men in his country to show off their legs even as the women cannot do the same.
The ice is broken, the audience is relaxed and the stage is set for an open engagement. As you watch the video you can literally feel how the mood has already lightened.
Set the context early on in the speech
The Goh was only a pretext for Tshering Tobgay to set the context to a far more weighty issue which he wanted to address, he says’ our national dress is unique, but it is not the only thing unique about our country, our promise to remain carbon neutral is also unique’.
It is clear that now the listener knows what to expect and the speaker has full attention. After all climate change and carbon emissions are pressing issues for the whole world.Remember that audience always likes to know what they are in for well, mostly!
Put your story telling techniques to good use
A clever usage of well-chosen images, narrative, tone and body language all together prepares the audience for the story of Bhutan. After the first minute, the speaker plunges deep into the narrative and begins to tell the story of Bhutan. The speaker assumes a more serious tone and the audience prepares itself to listen more attentively.
Assuming the necessary tonal variations and references to the generosity of the monarchy in his country he emphasizes on how committed Bhutan is to the welfare of its people and explains the concept of ‘Gross National Happiness or GNH’.
Be generous with humor
Even as the message is serious in tone, Tshering Tobgay breaks the monotony with a quick reference to the ‘Goh’, the world’s largest pocket as he calls it. While he eulogizes the king for his farsightedness he does so with a dash of timely humor which saves him from sounding like a sycophant.
Present authentic data
The appeal of the speech is emotional but the speaker does not deviate from the facts which he rattles off with consummate ease and some great poise. Definitely the pictorial evidence of the vanishing glaciers sells the point of the danger of rising carbon emissions buttressed as it is with some alarming statistics.
Create real-time experiences
10 minutes in to the speech, the speaker apologizes for the inconvenience caused by the temperature settings of the AC which he says politely has been manipulated.Surely, the audience is already feeling the heat!
End the speech with a call to action
‘We are not here to tell stories, are we?’ asks the speaker pointedly, directing the members of the audience to meaningful action. He has already enlisted the measures taken by his country to go carbon neutral, nay, carbon negative, and he expects some commitment from the rest of the world. Ending a speech with a call to action, invariably creates a deeper and long lasting impact driving the speech to its very purpose that is meaningful action for a cause.
Overall, this is the kind of speech that I would say should be compulsory for the whole world to listen to because not only does it address one of the most pressing concerns of world today, it does so in a very effective manner.
Spirituality walked in
clad in saffron
spouting chaste Malayalam
thinking the high thoughts
the lady said, ‘food is ready, do come in’
spirituality walked in
straight head on straighter shoulders
the heavy weight of this world and the next
carried with elan, after great knowledge, what obstacles?
when about to sit for delicious summer food
of mambazha koottan, pachadi, achar, koottu kalan and pappadam
‘so are you planning to serve both of us together?’
referring to the cab driver thumbing through the newspaper
the hostess replied
‘both of you are hungry
both of you are travelers
what your destinations are
what paths you choose I hardly care
both of you will share the same table
two travelers, one food, one table
Coz you have come this far
why don’t you sit for a while
a cup of coffee will not take much time
nor a bite of a biscuit
I offered more in desperation
than in host-liness
if there be such a stuff!
He sat down gingerly
pecking at the biscuit
preening at his watch
now fingering at the gadget
that talked and did much more
I know it all
I have seen enough life
after all I have been in charge of him
for much long than he gives me credit
then he got up as if in hurry
took out the talking machine
and shouted to emptiness
‘Ok, I am coming, right now’
he stood awkwardly
it was his time to go
but I had already opened the door
he looked at me in surprise, nay, shock.
Well,I laughed to myself
I am desperate
yes, but only for good company!
Loneliness sits well with me
biscuits don’t bite nor run
coffee is always inviting me to the table
there is no pretense here just good old life!
I know. I know. I know.
I really do.
I care. I care. I care.
I do honestly.
I want to. I just want to. I do.
I mean every word I say. I do. I did. I always did.
I mean. I actually mean. I mean it, really.
I love. I love. I love.
I just do. I really do. I sincerely do.
Oh! you don’t see
I can’t even if I want. I really can’t.
You can’t get it. You really can’t. You could never get it.
I knew you would never see. You couldn’t see. You never did.
So, I never said. I never did. I never ……
oh! you don’t see.
You can never see…
I was a weak student, mam. In school I was made to sit in the first bench. I was sitting next to a bright student and the teacher always discriminated against me.
I felt bad. I felt discriminated against. I grew up feeling inadequate and not smart.
Today when I stand here and I am able to speak. I feel good.
He spoke in a soft searching tone and when he stopped speaking, the class applauded his honesty in sharing.
- Sorrows diminish in sharing. Share, speak up, spread the word. You will meet a kindred soul somewhere.
Jithu had lost all his confidence.
He is a special child, you see, he needs a little more love and affection than others and a lot of patience.
When the teacher constantly filled his sheets with red corrections and wrote big zeroes on his answer script, the brightness in his eyes dimmed, he looked tormented as if he had failed somehow.
I was afraid of antagonizing the teacher and the management who always welcomed me with open arms, so I kept quiet initially. But soon, I broached up some courage and approached them with my problem.
The management came up with a solution, they said,’Why don’t you prepare a question paper based on what you teach your son? Give it to us and we will print it out without letting him know. He will be tested on this.’ I was thrilled. I knew Jithu will now turn around. So we both worked really hard.
So this exam was different. I had set the paper and we had done a lot of practice. Infact, Jithu rocked it. He is slowly regaining his confidence. I am glad I spoke to the teachers. Soon I will join his school and I will be able to support him and others like him.
These are the words of a cancer survivor, a young mother of a special child, most importantly a feisty woman who has faced the challenges of life boldly. We laughed over a few jokes and she said, ‘when can we meet?’ ‘Soon,’ said I. Friendships like these need to be nurtured. We both have agreed to do just that.
- Express. Express. Express. Articulate your problem, more often than not the other person is willing to help.
Where is the facility for sports? Who cares for young people like me who love to play? Why are we always asked to study?
Who do I talk to? No body understands me. The young man vent out his frustration.
Life is tough, he said sagely. However, I have learned to provide for myself and my cricket coaching, isn’t that amazing?
I hope my father feels proud of my achievements and witnesses my success. I am working towards it.
- Keep up the hope and keep up the efforts. The road to success is carved by steady and consistent hard work.
I am not able to go out with them. Nor can I spend money that easily. I have a lot of limitations. Sometimes my academics also suffers, but when they stopped talking to me, it hurt me a lot, the young boy spoke softly. Friendships matter a lot to me.
I guess it is time to look for new friends. I hope there are others who I can get along with.
He kept on talking and then he said, I have started writing these days and it is helping me.
It is ok. I can live with it. I am strong.
- Move away from negativity. Choose people and places which are positive. Give and get courage.
Different people, different settings, yet similar stories of disillusion, disenchantment and the effort to live on boldly.
A little love, care and understanding towards fellow human beings will make this world a better place for all of us.
Towards a better tomorrow!
Towards more pleasant stories, his and hers!
Towards more sharing and more listening!
Every since my kitten deserted us in search of better world, we have been rather lonely. We talk of her ways and her many tantrums and her moods but our efforts to locate her has been futile so far.
On a Sunday a few months back when I was busy doing my cleaning chores kind of trying to make the house a home sort of I had a little visitor who came in and hid beneath the cot.
She wanted food and water and was pukish. After feeding her I returned to work and found her missing. But then she started visiting me in the mornings every day with a few of her other friends for food and water and some times milk.
Mornings are now time for some hectic mewing with three cats asking for equal attention and food.
Perhaps this is how its is meant to be. Not ours, yet ours in some way, is it how everything is rather?
Maybe, maybe not!
Not flying nor failing
coz I am determined to bounce back
hanging on to the last letter
pouring thoughts in random order
a heart crying out for the world we live in
a voice calling out to all sentient beings
ha! universe, you didn’t deserve what you got from us
how have we failed you! how!
how have we strangulated the proud lions
the ferocious tigers
the magnificent leopards
the wise elephants
the busy bee
the flying splendors
the sagacious trees spreading shade
the waters which cannot now wash our sins
as we rush to make amends
we are pulled into the swamp of our own dirt
yet we try, we try
so pardon, pardon our poor ignorant deeds
for the great man said
‘O! judgement, thou art fled to the brutish beasts’
but have we failed to learn from the wisdom of the world
the knowledge of the tribes
the voice of the ancients
the cry of the skies
the roar of the mountains
the silent whispers of the land
the anger of the seas
we owe you much
help us redeem our pledge to make good
what can be made good
I was still a teenager when I first encountered a bean bag and shyly tried to place my rump on it in discomfort before enjoying the feeling of sinking into a tub of luxury…well almost!
I remember thinking of the rather rich interior of what was at that time to my mind ‘signs of great prosperity’ in some admiration.
Some day I had thought to myself of having a home where there will be a place for a bean bag in a corner and perhaps a child lazing out on it.
I did never come to buy a bean bag and now I realize it was for good.
You see, a bean bag is stuffed with countless thermocol balls which will float around in our waters and laze around on the planet for years to come. There is no way of destroying these!
The problem of the bean bag is actually the problem of that very useful enemy of nature, the packaging material, the favorite with students and teachers for classroom projects, the white sheets of the versatile material which is in use alike for decorative and functional purposes – the thermocol.
According to BBMP, Bangalore also called Bruhat Bangalore Mahanagara Palike, which is the body for the maintenance of the city infrastructure rising e-commerce has resulted in unprecedented use of thermocol which has in turn affected the city drains adversely.
Unplanned and thoughtless chasing of luxury has indeed led us to the state that we are in today. Look around to see the kind of avoidable waste we pile up on the planet every day, every hour, every second.
In our enthusiasm to over manufacture and over sell we have ended up creating a whole list of products and items which more harmful than beneficial, yet in the name of commercialization, marketing and profit mongering, countries, companies and individuals have contributed to the massive deterioration of the quality of the air we breathe, the food we eat, the water we drink and the soil we will return to. According to Elin Ostrom’s Theory of Commons, air, water, land and other items of ‘public property’ like the forests, wild life and so on are tragically owned by none, but used alike by all and therefore end up being exploited and plundered indiscriminately, the repercussions of we are living with already!
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So do we have options? Here are some alternative traditional seats which require you to sort of semi-squat available in olden days including in my ancestral home during my childhood called the ‘palaka’.
That is if you entered the kitchen or the dining room in say 1980s, one of my aunts or uncles would simply ask you to pull a ‘palaka’ and get seated!
Now there is another variety which was used during special occasions like poojas, mostly to place the lighted lamp during festivals like ‘Vishu’, ‘Onam’ or when paying tribute to departed souls during ‘chatham’ the now almost forgotten ‘avana palaka’.
I did find some interesting ancestral cookware, which perhaps have only nostalgic value at this wonderful site
Am I denouncing all the benefits of modern living and glorifying the past? Well, you are free to have your opinion, but all I am trying to say is that we can be more aware of the waste we generate in the name of luxury and can certainly avoid products which have the thermocol balls which choke drains, kill animals, pollute water and are even a fire hazard! Perhaps an ‘environmental friendly’ rating on products will and should help.
Its Ugadi here in Bangalore, it’s new year and time for new thoughts, may be a little thinking of the world we live in will help all of us, cheers to that and Happy Ugadi, folks!