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Archive for November, 2011

Not a good morning

I love the early morning drive to my yoga class. It is quiet. It is still. The birds are not quite decided on whether to chirp or not. It is like that freeze frame moment in a slow motion film. When everything seems to be holding its breath…before bursting into life once more.

Today morning, though, my quiet reverie on the road was broken by a long queue of people standing patiently bundled in sweaters…  `monkey caps’ .. a number of them were folding away blankets, newspapers, waking up sleepy others. “Huh?” thought I, ” When did pavement dwellers sprout in Aundh or is this some new Anna’esque protest?”

A quick q elicited that they had indeed spent the better part of the night waiting outside the  locked gates. For admission forms. Of the school they were waiting outside.

I was stunned. In this day and age, with the tools of the connected world being so easily available and accessible, at least in urban India, do people have to spend nights waiting in lines for FORMS??? What makes it even more a kolaveri moment is that this is for a SCHOOL admission form. Educational institutes that are supposed to be the beacons for transformation in society.

Are those in charge ignorant of where the world has moved? Ignorant of the difficulties they are putting people through? Or are they plain apathetic? Is it a display of power – `I can so I will’ on the part of the school? Is there such a dearth of alternatives that parents are willing to put up with this??? And we talk of education being a primary right.

Many questions… few answers…. my morning sense of well-being has been replaced by a deep dis-quiet.






Lizard Lessons

I saw a lizard today. No big deal, I know.

The lizard was on my window pane. It was doing what all lizards do. Stalking a moth.  It crept, it waited, it side-stepped, flicked its tongue out. By all counts the moth should have been a goner.

But, surprise, surprise, it did not move an inch and yet the lizard could not get at it.

Because it was on the OTHER side of the glass pane.

Poor lizard. I could hear it think, ” #*^#, what just happened here?”

It amused me. Until I realised I was not much unlike that Lizard sometimes. Spending much time, energy and thought on stuff that is `on the other side of the glass pane’ as in, stuff that is a figment of my imagination. Like `should I have done that’, `what if this happens’, `what if that does not happen’, `Gosh, did I hurt her with my words’. You get the drift.

Chances are, it matters to nobody and all that agony is yours alone.

Why not just stick to what is on my side of the pane. That I can actually DO something about. Instead of building worry bubbles that don’t really matter to the moths at all?

Come to think of it, one thing I would like to learn from the lizard is its ability to leave its tail behind in dire situations. And grow another one. To let go of stuff and heal oneself. Now  THAT’s a challenging goal!

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