Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Left Left Right, Right?

The title of this post has nothing to do with drumming para diddles or with marching, although at first glance, it might suggest so. Observe carefully the intrusive comma and the sentence converting missionary, the question mark, allegedly invented by Dr. Evil's father (I saw Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery yesterday). Realisation that it is in actuality a correct sentence will dawn on you once you assume that Left and Right are proper nouns. This is not entirely a baseless assumption going by the names given to children today, ranging from places (Brooklyn) to artists' muses (Apple). Anyway, we have diverted enough.

A little introduction is necessary before we move ahead. I am ambidexterous. Atleast I like to believe so. I use my right hand for dexterity and my left hand for power. So I write with my right and I play tennis, badminton and table tennis with my left; I eat with my right and I bowl and box with my left; you get the drift. Now I have been grappling with an injustice that came to my notice after I read an article. The world is made for right-handers. Allow me to elucidate.
A left-hander is called a southpaw. There is no such name, to the best of my knowledge, for a right-hander. The lock and key that we use everyday are made for right-handers. Try locking and unlocking your door with your left hand. It's difficult and unnatural. When the winner of a beauty paegent, I think it was Miss Japan, was asked what the greatest achievement of her life has been, she said "overcoming left-handedness". Watches have the little dial for changing the date and time on the right of the face. If you wore the watch on your right hand and/or were a left-hander, it would be difficult for you to operate it. (Titan is starting to make some changes in this area with dials now appearing on the left and even on the top of the face of their FasTrack range of watches.) The list is endless.

I believe that Ned Flanders' left-handed store in The Simpsons is of great importance because it brings to light a very important issue that many of us don't even realise exists, especially here in India. Did you know there is a left-handers day? Google it. It's on 13th August, but still, Google it. Go lefties! More power to us!

Monday, May 14, 2007

Planning Is A Natural Derivative Of Introspection

This weekend was a hectic one, filled with a flurry of activities and large dollops of introspection. One of my best friends, Rahul, came to Delhi from Bangalore. We've been best buddies since our school days. Spent Friday evening and Saturday with him. It was great. Sunday was spent with another friend at an event of hers.

I figured a lot of things this past weekend. I have to work for myself, simply have to. I viewed my options and was surprised by how much they've dwindled and diminished since my college days. In fact, the plethora of options that lay before me a few months ago was nowhere in sight. I was shocked, to say the least, and quite worried. Since my college days, I've wanted to write. And there-in lay my answer. It all suddenly seemed so clear to me. Writing was the answer. And I don't mean pithy blog posts or letters home. I mean books. I was writing with great gusto at MICA, but without direction. Not more than a couple of months ago, I started on a new book, an idea that I'd had for a long time. And I liked the way it was shaping up. And I wasn't the only one. Right! Write.

P.S.: I hate the way this blog post has been written. Easily one of my worst posts. Sorry.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

A Road Less Travelled

My thoughts have been swirling in my head for the last few days. I had so many topics that I felt ought to be put down in my blog. I didn't know whether to write about the fact that I bought 2 books by Indian writers inspite of my utter contempt for them - Above Average by Amitabha Bagchi (very so-so, I bought it only because its jacket promised something about a drummer in the book, and I'm a drummer) and The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri (still to read); I also bought The Art Of War by Sun Tzu; I'm sitting in office writing this while there is a lizard loose in my room, and I detest lizards; people live their entire lives and do everything that they do in order to attract someone so that they don't have to die alone; people create memories because that's the only thing that stays with you in whatever mood you are in, you just need to recreate the memory.

Instead, I shall allude to someone and something that has constantly been with me and kept me company, night and day, asleep and awake. Our paths intersected once, it needn't have, it could have very easily not crossed, but the effort was made. Our paths stayed together for quite some time. I strayed occasionally, went to check out other interesting spots by the side, other interesting detours, but I always came back, I made sure our roads always intersected again, and she was always waiting for me to come back, always welcoming me back. But she was growing weary of it. And then, I took one route that never came back, that took me further and further away from her road. By the time I had realised it, there was a forest growing denser and an expanse growing vaster between the 2 roads. And there was somebody else walking beside her. There was somebody else walking beside me too, but it was a short ride. I tried to cut my way through the forest, reduce the vastness of the expanse, but she wouldn't let me. I tried to ensure that my road meandered toward hers, so that the two roads would intersect again, but she meandered her road away. I will give up the day it is decided that that man walking next to her will walk with her for the rest of their lives. I fervently hope that that man is me. I feverishly pray that our paths intersect again, because if they do, I will do everything in my power to keep them together. I will never let them part ever again.

My road is beautiful. Her road is beautiful. But both our roads are less travelled, by one person.