Thursday, May 25, 2006

Why blog?(And why not just relax and chill out in life, after all typing hurts) Part 1

Ever heard of something called computer related injuries. I didn’t, to be very frank, till a few days ago. For the record, it’s a set of injuries which you receive when you type excessively (at least this is what I got to hear)

Well, these words of caution were bombarded on me by an ex-colleague of mine, who apparently was doing some primary research on the incidence. I am yet to hear or ascertain the final word on it, but apparently the theory (or the hypothesis, for the puritans) sounds convincing. To follow a trail of logic, for instance, aren’t fingers moving repetitively in an unnatural manner while typing, and what if our job is to type and type voraciously as if it were the end of days. Say for example in the case of a computer operator.

The matter of the fact remains that even if it were untrue or exaggerated, it does leave an iota of doubt in one's mind and refrains him or her from typing, albeit for the fact that lazing around is the most formidable bastion of human pursuit.

So why blog at all!!!!

Around the same time, when I was being sermonized in a priestly manner by my motherly (insofar her treating me was concerned) colleague, I was also being exposed to something of a novelty happening on the World Wide Web. The phenomenon was called web-logging or simply enough blogging.
(in fact, I was so smitten by the phenomenon, that I chose it to be one of the two mandatory presentations made by me while pursuing a course on Communication Studies and Developmental Communication in the Indian Institute of Mass Communication, the other being "How web chatting is changing our language"- though well received, both of them- I must admit that my choice of the two topics was incidental and had nothing to do with my fascination for world wide web, that is - if I had any)

Following the string of events, I argued that if the first edition of the Gulf War revolutionized the way Television was perceived as a gadget of mass communication - then the second edition had revolutionized the way World Wide Web is perceived as a tool of interpersonal communication.

In my opinion, prior to that, over the last few years following things had happened in the field of communication.

Firstly, the phenomena of LPG had edged out mass communication into private hands and had commercialized the role of much required public broadcaster. So all around, we saw that mass communication as a vehicle was captured by media moguls and even a modicum of public broadcasting which remained, had got excessively commercialized. (I read this book and I would like to recommend it over here- Ken Auleta's Three Blind Mice- it’s a commentary about the three big television networks of America and how they messed it up. Slightly dated, the commentary covers the period of 1980's. I don’t know if the author came up with a subsequent edition contemporizing his commentary as I happened to read its 1991 edition.)

Secondly, despite the claims of communication revolution happening all around, that the world is shrinking- the world actually, was getting increasingly lonelier place to live in. Increased and rapid development (if linearly defined and accepted) brought with it- geographical dislocations (and therefore wear and tear of the sociological fabric sustaining individuals), paucity of time and increasing stress levels. This meant that the inter-personal communication as a cathartic human activity was being edged out into oblivion. (One may counter that technology actually compensated for the geographical dislocation, but frankly I wasn't opinionated in my observations, but had based them on a quick survey. I did a small survey and asked the contents of conversation of few mother-son duo when they did it face to face prior to a geographical dislocation and when they were geographically dislocated and telephone became a via media for interpersonal communication. I found out that in the first case the communication hovered around topics like one's aspiration, status of relation with father and siblings and love life while in the second case the communication hovered around health, money matters, and studies. Though, admittedly, my survey suffered from a few disadvantages- one, the sample I surveyed was very small- two, it depicted a particular socio-cultural context – three, that since I knew the person in sample beforehand, it could have marred my objectivity- four, I am not a trained sociologist in any case)


The third development was a natural corollary to the two above. An individual was firstly dispossessed of the most natural way of communicating at micro-level and secondly at a macro-level he confronted a media which was increasingly being run on commercial benchmarks and thus wasn’t exactly talking about what he wanted them to. This was an unsustainable situation and needed a reorientation.

The reorientation happened at two levels- macro and micro.

At a macro level, in some cases the mass media de-elitized itself and in other a de-elitized media became a Unique Selling Proposition. Hypothetically speaking, I may argue that the rise of television news channels, with a pedestrian lingo and an eye for localized issues (which at a macro-level are a trivia), was a follow-up action. And mind you this didn’t only happen at television level- it also happened at level of Radio (with the rise of FM channels with slap-stick and street-smart production values), Print (with increasing localization and paparazzi-ation or page3-ization) and web-journalism (with increasing local websites or localization of global websites and proliferation of issue based web sites).

Though, the other facet of reorientation which happened at a micro-level was actually more powerful and yet remained unnoticed for a while, and how powerful it was, is something which we are realizing only now.

First typed lines of my son

(Following is the first line , which my seven month old son typed on the computer, this being his first foray with computers. In this line, a Hindu mantra, he expresses his respect for Lord Ganesha, the elephant-God, also the God of wisdom..... and of course I helped him with this bit)

Om Ganeshaya Namah

Lines for my soul-mate

Standing alone …
Along the beach of a vast ocean
Called life
Ones … who are the favoured
Do find a help, a company
A person who gathers the pebbles, with you, for you
Unraveling the mysteries
Held by the ocean
A person who is always there for you, with you, for you
Without any bonds
Or profits to share

Yes
The stars favoured me
And
I found you
A help, a company… a love

A definition of life

Sitting beside a burbling brook…
Perhaps, resonating the confusion within
I wondered
What is life?
And all of a sudden
The definition unfolded, manifested in nature

For what is life … but a
Woodpecker…..
Constantly pecking its home
Just to see the hopes dashed
By a stoke of an axe

For what is life … but a
Goldfish…..
Relentlessly swimming through waters
Just to see deprived of life
By a dash of a kingfisher

That is life
Uncertain, Illusion, mirage
And yet we live it throughout
Pondering … Pondering…Pondering

A small prayer

Loneliness … often haunts me
Insecurity…. often grips me
Failure… often disgusts me
That’s when
I turn to you
Praying for
Company
Guidance
Solace

And you
Bestow selfish me with everything
How can I ever thank you my lord, my father

Rhyme of Success

Large oaks from acorn grows
Indeed…
Success, however big
Owes itself to a small
Even unappreciable…. Opportunity

Which for some
Is a trivia, brushing along everyday
But for some a seed
For they can see … foresee
A banyan growing out of it

Indeed
Though, the seed has to be cared for
Needs to be sowed and plowed for
And when small ad growing
Needs protection
From the scorching sunlight
From the flooding water
From the grazing cattle
And for those
Who have perseverance, attitude and foresight
The seed manifests into a grand success

Sometimes

Sometimes ….
I feel like writing down on a piece of a paper-
My story, my successes and my failures
And above all ….
Lessons, which enriched me into more of a human being
Trapped and yet emancipated by his own share of
Likes and dislikes, loves and hatreds
Though I know ….
No one would ever read it,
Or even feel like reading it and yet …..

Sometimes ….
I feel like writing down on a piece of a paper-
My romances, my loves and tragedies therein
And above all …..
Moments of bliss shared, despite all odds
Odds, which took their toll
Created rift, brought us close and yet drew us apart
Though I know ….
No one would feel the pain,
Or even feel like feeling it and yet …..

Sometimes….
I feel like writing down on a piece of a paper........

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Dandi March

The following poetry (or just call it a few lines for the lack of rhyme) was written on the eve of infamous Gujarat riots. I chose it to be my first blog for the inherent message within.

Dandi March, a jallianwallah, a Bapu and independence
Fifty years hence…
The dust settles and the veneer erodes
And
Out emerges a nation with ethics stenched
Rights… often misused
Freedom… often mocked
Values … often murdered
Traditions …. often mutilated
The vibrance of Indian palette
With colours of peace, of harmony and of fraternity
Is replaced beyond recognition
By chaos, by anarchy and by hatred

Past… as they say, slips away
For present
And the face changes

We have come a long way
A long way ….indeed
From prabhatpheris to rathyatras
From donations to bribes
From Ahimsa to bloodshed
And who else can bear a testimony so striking...
Than mentally deranged old man
Who weeps in the solitude of a dark street corner
Whose daughter was raped
Wife and son murdered
Because they said…. He belongs to the other side of an imaginary line

It is the time, when we looked back
And confronted us
Is this the legacy we leave behind?

The day we did it
Not as a person, but as a humanity
The song of Iqbal will sing again
Sare jahan se achcha hindostan hamara