My new residence has two big pluses- it’s bang on the Versova- Ghatkopar Metro line and is bang opposite Gurudwara. Yesterday, as I got down from the metro train and proceeded towards my residence, I heard a very familiar tune emanating from Gurudwara, though I was not able to discern the lyrics. In no time, I was able to place the tune, which was set in popular Hindustani raga “Shivranjani”. It’s the same raga that formed the basis of several popular Hindi film songs like “Tere mere beech main” from Ek Duuje Ke Liye and “Mere naina sawan bhadon ” from Mahbooba! Though my mother is an accomplished and classically trained singer, it was my father, who never learnt music, but who had an ear for raagdari and he would mention “Shivranjani ” to my mother, every time either of the above songs played over radio.

Though I too have inherited ear for music from my parents, I am no expert at discerning ragas. However, Shivranjani is etched in my mind for a different reason. A diehard Kishore Kumar -RD Burman fan, I always thought that the recognition and adulation that they got posthumously, were amiss during their lifetimes. While Kishore-RD Classic Mere Naina, except from being lapped up by aficionados , went almost unnoticed at that time, SP Balasubramaniam- LP’s collaboration, Tere Mere Beech, got them a National Award. I had earlier read of horrible decisions by Filmfare juries in declaring winners, but the above incident got etched into my memory. As a result, I loved Mahbooba song more and never had any problem in recognising any composition in Raga Shivranjani!

Of course, there’s one more angle that music lovers can immediately identify themselves with. While religious hymns (mata ki bhenten, bhajan, Shabad ) sound the best in original composition ( they lose their fervour when based on film songs) , the beauty of the ragas is that even if there are hundreds of film songs based on a particular raga, a religious hymn in that raga will still retain it’s divinity and purity and not sound a crude version of a Hindi film song! This Shabad I heard being sung in Gurudwara compelled me to write this musical blog!!!

The world is shocked at the revelation by scores of women regarding sexual molestation and inappropriate behaviour by their male colleagues, bosses, acquaintances, relatives etc. In India, this started with yesteryear’s starlet Tanushree Dutta accusing veteran actor Nana Patekar of inappropriate behaviour during the shooting of one of the movies in which they starred together. This led to several other women accusing many other well known and not so well known personalities of sexual molestation, inappropriate behaviour and outright rape. The accusers include names such as Sandhya Mridul, Deepika Amin, Vinta Nanda, Sona Mahapatra etc and the accused include names like Rajat Kapoor, Subhash Ghai, Alok Nath, Sajid Khan, Kailash Kher etc.

However, much before Tanushree Dutta revealed her story, Hollywood producer Harvey Wienstein was accused by multitude of ladies including names like Rose McGowan, Gwyeth Paltrow, Ashley Judd etc of molestation and rape. Legendary actor Bill Cosby is a sexual molestation offender and newly appointed US Chief Justice Brett Kavanaugh has been accused of sexual molestation in his student days.

Like all other issues, the nation is sharply divided amongst those who support this #Me Too campaign and those who call this sham being an attempt by marginalised people to hog some limelight! Actually, both the views are extreme and bereft of logical reasoning. We must applaud the courage of these women who exposed the real face of so called respected but vicious men, albeit years after the actual incident happened! Casting couch is something that we have all heard about with Bollywood producers, stars, middlemen etc exploiting the young budding starlets under the pretext of giving break to them! Give and take of this nature is abhorrent but then it’s something agreed to between the two parties and later on if one projects herself to be a victim of someone’s lust, it could be a promise not kept or a contract not honoured but definitely not a case of rape or molestation! Inappropriate behaviour is to be dealt with then and there but if it is exposed 10-20 years after it actually happened, the victim could be accused of trying to seek some publicity or mileage out of an incident of distant past! Not that it makes the act any less shameful or detestable, if one is seeking a legal remediation, law of limitation applies to everything that’s pertaining to law! People do move on in life and many of them may not be habitual sex creeps; in fact, several men like Rajat Kapoor, Piyush Mishra etc have tendered their unqualified apology though they do not seem to be remembering the specific incident held against them! And why blame other men, when it’s clear from the revelations by people of eminence like Padmalakshmi, Tahira Kashyap and many others that worst form of molestation happened at the hands of close relatives as a child, which is the worst form of incest! The problem is deep rooted and required to be tackled at society/community level – unfortunately, the celebrities evoke less sympathy and more curiosity making a a serious issue sleazy! It’s not the men vs. women – it’s a social malaise meriting downright thumbs down, irrespective of the circumstances or nature of the incident! It’s not about Me Too; the campaign should be renamed #Never Again!!!!!

Amitabh Bachchan turns 76 today. Born to acclaimed Hindi Poet Harivansh Rai Bachchan (who has several famous works to his credit, though Madhushala outshines everything else he wrote) and Teji Bachchan, a flamboyant lady having several attributes, Amitabh had a normal childhood. While he got talented genes from his parents his tall height, lanky physique and rather deep tenor did not aid his ambition to pursue a career in Bollywood, though later on all these features became his strength. Disinterested in the sales job that took him to Kolkata, he came to Mumbai and struggled. Khwaja Ahmed Abbas launched him in Saat Hindustani, though he hit big time only with Prakash Mehra’s Zanjeer after series of forgettable outings. How Zanjeer ended up in his lap is a different story altogether and a recipe for full fledged blog, though it is enough to mention here that he was lucky to be picked up for that role originally offered to Dev Anand and Raj Kumar. He never looked back after that. He became the biggest superstar attaining unexpected heights and his feats were neither seen before him nor after his superstardom ended in late 1990s. He married Jaya, worked with top heroines, had two lovely kids, got embroiled in the controversy of alleged affairs with Pravin Babi and Rekha, faced financial crunch and fought back in the first decade of 21st Century to become a star TV host and character superstar.

All the above are hallmarks of the great personality that Amitabh is, but what makes him unique is his struggle between life and death in which he defeated death. During the shooting of Coolie, in a daring stunt with his co-star Punit Issar, Amitabh got seriously injured that kept him in Mumbai’s Breach Candy Hospital for more than 6 months during which he frequently stared at death in its face! There were frequent rumours of his demise that had to be denied by his family and friends. However, I read somewhere that Amitabh was actually clinically dead for a few seconds and it was a sheer miracle that a team of doctor’s attending to him could resuscitate him back to life. While he attributed his miraculous revival to the prayers of his fans, our mythology has a story about Maarkandeya who was destined to die on his 16th birthday but a boon by Lord Shiva made him immortal and ever youthful. Amitabh is a real life Maarkandeya of modern age – conqueror of death and eternally youthful! Happy birthday Sadi Ke Mahanayak!

By my own standards, which are generally progressive and liberal, this blog may read slightly regressive! Having given this caveat in the beginning itself, let me start by saying that if age is nothing but a mere number, then it’s one helluva number! Today, we all ( and I dare not single out women because I find men equally touchy in this matter, if not more) become very conscious when people query us on our age! We all want to look fitter and younger, sound youthful and naughty and behave like a teenager to try and hide our age to the extent possible. Nothing wrong with that! Everyone has the right to dress up or look as he or she wishes and there’s no real bar associated with the age! To that extent, we can say that it’s just a number. However, the problem begins when we either encounter a person younger to us or elder to us. Except for Kolkata, where people still use quaint old sweet addresses as Bodhi, Didi, Dada, Kaku, etc, in other places, we get terribly upset on being called uncle or Aunty by our junior, though we leave no opportunity in calling a person, even if few months our elder, “Uncle” or “Aunty”. I have seen ladies (including my wifey dear) getting terribly upset when called Aunty by not so young person! In fact, the fast changing culture is the one of addressing each other irrespective of relationship ( blood, official, informal) by the first name! So a boss doesn’t mind being called by his first name by his juniors and the question of minding the same when his boss calls him by his first name doesn’t arise at all ! Gone are the days, when children will address their elder siblings as didi or bhaiya, their uncles as chacha or mama, aunts as bua, mousi, mami or chachi! In advanced families, it’s the first name basis and not so advanced its plain uncle or aunty, which is also, strictly speaking, not relished by the elders!

So far nothing wrong with all this! If the world is changing and if we don’t keep pace with the changes, we shall be losing out in life! The problem starts when this desire to look, feel and experience youthfulness assumes a proportion where one loses sense of propriety in respect of relationships! The affectionate feeling for a younger sibling or a relative, when addressed bhaiya, mama or chacha by her or him and that empathy and respect when being called Sir or madam by your juniors and when you respectfully address your boss somehow goes amiss and the feeling triggered is more of camaraderie or friendship or companionship! Even nothing particularly wrong with this, which is still acceptable. It becomes a social problem when this obsession overpowers our maternal or paternal instincts (filial feelings) and we try to sizzle with our youngsters that’s leading to lots of current social issues such as child rape, molestation and incest- all very serious issues in today’s milieu!

The fact is that there could be need for each one of us to reconcile with the issue of aging and age gracefully! After all, when our junior calls us respectfully or when we address our youngster affectionately, it should have no change if we treat the age is mere number! It’s not only about feeling youthful by defying age – we can feel youthful even at 80 and beyond if we have an active routine and interests to pursue! Mere address by name may not be a sign of modernism or liberalism but more of jingoism that could be one of the factors responsible for aforesaid social issues!

My readers are largely aligned to my thoughts expressed in my blogs; but if the reason attributed to some of the social malaise highlighted by me reads or appears regressive I would welcome reactions.

Blondie is one of my favourite comic strips and I make it sure to go through the antics of Bumstead each morning. I came across an earlier strip where Bumstead goes to his boss and says, ” I want to talk to you about a summer vacation.” Boss asks in surprise, ” Summer vacation? What about it?” Bumstead says with aplomb, ” Well Sir, everybody in the office wants you to take one.”

Each one of us has a child in us and this child in us that gets familiarised with the realities of the world in our school days, refuses to subside till the very fag end. Remember the glee and joy, when our class or subject teacher was absent and we would get a free period! That indescribable joy stays with us in college as well as work place. The boss could be easy to get along or a tough nut! His or her proceeding on vacation gives us far more joy than our own vacation, as disguised vacation with unlimited freedom is more palatable than our own vacation, when we could be on leave, but our boss is in office making our vacation difficult if not altogether miserable!

All of us are bosses in our right or become bosses as we muster vintage in the system. This feeling is not unique or exclusive to any individual or grade, but universal and as aforesaid, it stays with us throughout (remember the feeling of freedom when wife , who is no less a boss albeit of the house, goes on a short sojourn to her parents! ). There’s an old saying in Hindi that can be loosely translated as “when boss of the house is away, there’s nothing to fear anyway” or an old English adage, ” when the cat’s away, the mice will play” and these sayings clearly express this feeling! Just wonder, whose vacation makes Premier Modi, the biggest boss of the country, happy? May be Amit Shah’s, for his absence for once may give PM some respite from election related politicking ?

One of the comparatively lighter and slightly humorous aspects of otherwise very serious disruption, demonetisation, was the cash saved by ladies of the households coming into the system. I can’t say whether it’s unique to India or is a worldwide phenomenon, but I have always seen my grandmother, then my mother and now my wife, making small savings out of the monthly household expenses and keeping such savings tucked away somewhere. Of course, there is no ulterior motive behind such painstaking saving other than helping the household in the face of some unforeseen contingency!

We Indians have always been savers. I clearly remember having a piggy bank in which all the gifted money and the saved pocket money would be deposited. I also remember the satisfaction when this piggy bank was broken open and those small savings acquired reasonable proportion to buy a book or a toy!

With the development of economy and overall general affluence, the simple piggy bank, household savings by home makers and money kept in banks are considered unsophisticated and investment advisors talk about various classes of investments. We’re advised that money lying in bank, less the TDS on interest earned, actually is giving you negative returns considering the rate of inflation (of course by this standard the monies in piggy banks and tucked away in nooks and corners by the ladies of the house are dead investments) and that we must diversify our investments/savings amongst different classes of investments viz. stock market (either directly in shares or in Mutual Funds) , real estate and gold. Systematic Investment Plan (SIP) is a good option to save small amounts every month, gradually building your MF portfolio.

While I don’t disagree and consider the advice of having a diversified portfolio very prudent indeed, what I consider important is the habit to save ! I do not favour simple savings by children in their piggy banks, monies tucked in nooks and corners by housewives and monies kept in savings and fixed deposit accounts with banks being termed unsophisticated. A saving is saving, how much small or unsophisticated it may be! When small sums accumulate to become a relatively larger sum, it is always welcomed irrespective of the mean through which it has been accumulated. Of course, money should be made to earn more money, but let the economics of negative returns, non diversified portfolio and unsophisticated means be the domain of financial experts and investment advisors. For the common man, let the expenses be lower than the income and habit of forced monthly saving be the one amongst several lessons that parents teach to their youngsters to prepare them to face the challenges of the world!

This though struck me today when I saw a FB post by a retired senior banker, an erstwhile colleague, lamenting the serious erosion of his stock market investments consequent to the bloodbath on Dalal street! I have also seen serious liquidity crisis faced by the investors in real estate and gold. There seems to be nothing savvy about investments or experts either because market is wicked at its very best and market dynamics unfathomable! When the markets play truant and economy is in doldrums, no class of investments will appear classy! We should not keep all eggs in one basket, and as long as we have some eggs saved for a rainy day, it’s good enough! Rest all is matter of choice and luck!

Every Friday, Bollywood comes out with new movies and there are film buffs who throng the cinema halls to catch up on their favourite star or director at the earliest. Some of the more discerning viewers wait for the review of the movie by their newspaper the next day before deciding on to watch a movie.

There was a time when Sarita was a very popular Hindi family magazine and people used to eagerly await its fortnightly edition especially to read the review of movies released during the previous fortnight. This review column was called “Chanchal Chhaya. “. The magazine used to have six scale reviewing metric starting with ‘0’ that was “Nikrisht” (typical Hindi word loosely translated as horrible) followed by 1,2,3,4 and 5 stars that represented the categories of Bekar ( poor) , Sadharan (ordinary), Uttam (good), Ati Uttam (very good) and Advitiya (another typical word translatable as outstanding). I still remember classic Balraj Sahani movie Biraj Bahu being one amongst very very few movies to have been bestowed 5 stars rating. Later on when the content gave way to action in Hindi movies, the magazine recalibrated its rating scale to 4 doing away with horrible and outstanding extremes.

Today, we have all the popular dailies publishing reviews of the movies ( actually content of Bollywood in today’s dailies is so high that you hardly need any dedicated movie publication) and the quality of review ranges from highly personalised to highly intellectual! In fact, review in some of the respected publications could be so biased or individualised sometimes that it seems to be sponsored by the film makers. On the other hand, it could be so intellectually driven that by the end a prospective viewer would be more confused than clear as to whether to watch that particular movie or not?

The provocation for this blog arose from the today’s review of the new Anshuman Khurrana starter “Andhadhun” that has been awarded 5 stars by a reviewer, who is otherwise known to be a bit miserly with his appreciation. Also, the movie has been universally rated as watchable and good, but not outstanding! This also brought alive the memories of 1975 to my mind when the evergreen blockbuster and one of the universally favourite movies “Sholay” opened to dud reviews by the then reviewers, including Sarita!

Like every other thing -the choice of clothes, books, food, hobby etc , is unique to each individual so is the choice of movie! We can take some idea to escape an absolute dud, but our sole reliance on reviews can also deprive us from a real good stuff! After all the thought of having missed Sholay by relying on the reviews would have been very unsavoury in 1975!

Rules are good for the society because if people stop following rules, there will be chaos. Traffic rules keep traffic moving and rules and law of the land keep a country moving.

However, there are several rules that our society has imposed on us. The genesis of these rules is not clear but the matter of the fact is that several of these rules and social norms have lost their relevance as the world has progressed. In India, family feeds and protects its youngsters till the youngsters grow, start earning and become independent. Many children from affluent families keep on stretching their student lives much beyond normal by randomly going in for an assortment of courses, including a degree from US, ultimately joining the family business! In contrast, youngsters in other countries become independent at much early stage in their lives and they take up sundry part time jobs to fund their higher studies themselves instead of depending on parents or family. In several countries, after schooling, youngsters have to undergo compulsory social and military training that’s extremely helpful in building character of the youth.

Because Indian parents support their young ones for long, there’s reverse expectation of children taking care of the oldsters when they are frail and without sustained income. When this is not fulfilled, it leads to parents becoming a burden and lot of heart burns!

Not everything Western is bad! In the matter of family, we Indians, who are very emotional, should not listen to our hearts, but our heads! We should encourage our children to start early in life by learning practical skills and take up sundry jobs so as to fund their own education themselves (by availing of educational loan, if fees are really high or education is to be pursued abroad) . Children should be supported till they finish their schooling and after that they should be encouraged to be in independent. This will encourage children to pursue the courses of their interest and small jobs (delivery boys, part time work in McDonald’s or Dominos or any office ) and inculcate a feeling of respecting dignity of labour! We shall be producing better humans and the society will become a more responsible and caring society. Parents instead should enjoy their lives before their knees start creaking and hosts of diseases impose hosts of restrictions! They should go globe trotting and try world cuisine, pursue hobbies and interests and socialise with friends! Also, they must save for old age so that if children don’t support, they can themselves hire full time help or fund their shifting to one of the several luxurious old age homes! Let’s change the way we think and become westernised in at least this matter.

If you want to buy a car, there are reliable Japanese brands such as Suzuki, Toyota, Honda, Nissan, Mitsubishi, Korean brand Hyundai, American Ford and Chevrolet ( who has since decided to call it a day in India) and whole lot of European brands viz. Mercedes, Audi, Skoda, BMW, Porsche, Lamborghini, Renault and of course our very own Tata and Mahindra. If you want a bike, again you have Suzuki, Honda, Yamaha and our own Hero, Bajaj, TVS and ever loveable Enfield. And this is true for almost every thing – there are more than 50 major brands of soaps, at least 10 major toothpastes, 15 shampoos, several edible oils, haircare, TVs, Mixers and refrigerators. At the last count, you have a choice of more than 1000 TV channels, including all regional channels.

Rewind it to not too far off but say early and mid 80s. We had Ambassador and Fiat, Rajdoot and Yezdi, Bajaj and Lambretta ( or Vijay Super) , Colgate, Binaca and Forhans, Lux, Lifebuoy and Hamam and Dalda and Rath. And for entertainment, there was Doordarshan. Neither there were means to buy things nor any great choice! Yet, life was more peaceful and fewer materialistic choices meant greater investment in relationships!

We are spoilt for choice of things but very poor in relationships. It’s me, my wife and my children and of course my swanky home, luxurious car, state of the art cell phone, highly paid job and globe trotting! But parents, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, friends are all in contact through WhatsApp communication on birthdays, anniversaries and select festivals !

Can we invest a little less in materials and little more in relationships? Let’s for once be spoilt for choice in a different realm.

It’s been just 4 years when BJP under the dynamic leadership of Narendra Modi stormed into power. It was hailed as a great verdict that would take the nation on the great path to progress. People were promised “Achche Din” and they were agog with hope to see the great change.

It must be said that the Government didn’t disappoint initially and started its task on a very sincere note. PM himself started taking stock of pending and delayed infrastructure projects, Ministers and PM himself started making unscheduled visits to offices and hospitals to check punctuality and cleanliness, some solid gestures were made to Pakistan to improve the bilateral ties and Swachch Bharat campaign was launched. International oil prices were low, GDP was at a satisfactory level of around 7, forex reserve position was good, industrial production went up and Sensex was booming. Government then took some bold decisions and major disruptions like demonetisation and GST were initiated. While the intent was good, implementation left much to be desired and the end objectives that these big disruptions were meant to achieve remained elusive! Small businesses suffered, unemployment started increasing, international oil prices hardened and suddenly all that euphoria started dying. On top of it, increased polarisation, divide, intolerance and uncalled for aggression further led to disenchantment of largely moderate and peace loving populace of this country.

Social media is sharply divided into pro and anti Government factions, both blinded by the extreme stances taken by them. The reasonableness and rationality have become major victims of this polarisation.

Let me first give below a satirical piece of poetry based on Nobel Laureate Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore’s famous poem “Where the mind is without fear”. This is doing rounds in social media and reads:

“Where the cow is without fear

And the horns are held high,

Where bullshit is free.

Where the cow has not been eaten up by antinationals and traitors.

Where the fools are revered by idiots,

Where brainless strives to lynch one and all.

Where the muddy stream of superstitions has not lost its way

Into the dreary desert sand of knowledge.

Where the mind is led backward by thee

Into ever widening thoughtless action.

Into that hell of ignorance, my national mother,

LET MY COUNTRY SLEEP!

With apologies to R.N.Tagore.

I have composed an original version, a humble attempt based on Gurudev’s great composition that is not farcical or satirical but tries to capture angst of those who had and still have great expectations from this Government. My version reads:

Where cows roam on street without fear,

And accident rates caused by them are high;

Where owners can’t sustain old and useless animals,

But leather and meat industries are running dry.

Where killing an edible animal for food is no- no;

But lynching helpless humans is go-go.

Where bullet train is the order of the day;

But petrol, diesel and vegetables are out of the way.

Where polarisation is complete between rightist and leftist;

If you’re in middle you will get a furious fist.

This was definitely not what I dreamt of my land;

The country that produced Tagore and Vivekanand!!!!

Achche din are possible only when the society is inclusive, united, open, happy, broad minded, tolerant and well behaved. The land of Tagore and Vivekanand can wait for bullet train but it can’t afford any vitiating of its philosophy as encapsulated in this shloka:

Om Sarve Bhavantu Sukhinah

Sarve Santu Nir-Aamayaah |

Sarve Bhadraanni Pashyantu

Maa Kashcid-Duhkha-Bhaag-Bhavet |

Om Shaantih Shaantih Shaantih ||

This can be translated as:

May All become Happy,

May All be Free from Illness.

May All See what is Auspicious,

May no one Suffer.

Peace, Peace, Peace.