Friday, 20 October 2017

Cultivating Pleasure



Two articles on the same page of a leading newspaper caught my eye because of their interesting and contrasting themes. Manu Joseph’s article was sarcastic, lambasting all liberals as mediocre except for a handful he graciously and grudgingly compliments for possessing talents adequate to put forth their views forcibly. Gurcharan Das on the other hand pleads for cultivating pleasure by blending Yang(doing energy) with Yin(the joy of being alive and of doing things for the sake of pleasure and happiness)
Manu Joseph’s hard hitting attack on the liberals- he doesn’t put his finger only on the current crop of liberals, but derogatorily sweeps away almost all liberals who, according to him are in the “organized compassion industry, creating insubstantial news with a moral compass”. The Moral compass, he says, makes them the darling of the elites who share with these liberals pseudo empathy for the poor and the marginalized groups of society. While there is some truth in his criticism of pretentious liberals, that  includes young idealists from affluent families who take to social work in order to be a part of the elites’ league, Manu betrays a high degree of intolerance towards the Left liberals  and Left leaning writers and activists who champion the cause of the victims of  ‘social frailties.’
In an interview after the release of his third novel Ms. Laila, Armed and Dangerous, Manu Joseph had made  a disturbing statement that  “Evil is an equal opportunity society. Good is actually a society where there’s nepotism, especially in the JNU crowd, in the Left liberal set up.” Who disputes(this includes the communists and the Left leaning activists and journalists)the fact that “ equal opportunity society” is an impractical idea, and this dream wish remains  incarcerated within those three words with zero possibility of becoming a reality. But for Manu, such a society is not only impractical, it is also evil in contrast to the society that admits nepotism, patronage and favouritism –which Manu designates as ‘good’. One cannot help reacting, that this is his own personal ideological bias shorn of ‘empathy’, which he mockingly credits the liberals as being suffused with. Can any society be fair when it gives unfair benefits to some and denies the same to a large majority who are not within the compass of those in power? Can there be a just society where to talk about equal opportunity is being pro evil and anti-good?  In the same interview, Manu hits out at communists whose professed attempt to save the world moves people and that such extreme altruism raises a question mark on their mental health. Such altruism according to Manu appears as seemingly good without anyone realizing that the person rots inside and is destroyed by his own idealism. “Extreme uprightness in a person”, says Manu Joseph, “is a psychiatric condition.”
For him truthful presentation of social frailties in literature and journalism destroys art as it amounts to celebration of weakness. Parallel cinema, novels that deal with the marginalized and deprived society, according to him inhibit artistic and aesthetic excellence. Manu seems to prefer creative falsehood that provides the escape route from the burdens of life. Obviously he is not aware of George Steiner’s words,  “language is the main instrument of man’s refusal to accept the world as it is.” If portrayal of reality is seen as negative and false, we shall remain guilty of motivated writing not about things which are, but about things which might be and which ought to be. It is disturbing that in today’s world overtaken by consumerism, materialism, money and selfcentreness, the alternative concepts of enoughism, essentialism, minimalism, altruism are seen as false, un-pragmatic, unrealistic and unachievable moral empathy. I wonder if Manu’s pragmatic ‘good’ society is a return to oligarchy where power is invested with a few or with a small dominant class. Does this confer happiness on all or it does not matter if a large majority is outside this compass of happiness? Does this mean the claims of empathy made by the liberals are false? Can one enjoy undiluted pleasure if all those around are unhappy and miserable? We have a Tamil saying that we know nothing except doing good to others.
Art and aesthetics have as much place in our lives as social frailties around us are a reality. Highlighting one at the expense of the other is being lopsided. Decrying presentation of unpleasant reality is being fanciful to believe all is well and beautiful. There is no doubt that in recent times writers and artists have been applauded only if they made their audience grind their nose in dirt and filth. Such an effort does not and cannot remove the squalor unless it is accompanied by a positive attempt to cleanse it. It is one thing to sensitize people to the ugliness and squalidness around them, but to remain forever in that state of wretchedness actually has a reverse effect of turning people insensitive and apathetic to it. In the same way to label liberals as being pretentiously empathetic and falsely taking umbrage within a moral compass is similar to calling critics of establishment as anti national. There has to be a balance and this is what Gurcharan Das speaks of as cultivating pleasure. He seeks the union of Yin and Yang, which in simple terms is to realize one’s energy to do that which gives pleasure and happiness. This was what Sartre said when he spoke of finding meaning for one’s existence by taking responsibility for one’s actions, factoring in its positive impact on fellow beings. Manu’s article is a serendipitous affirmation of Gurcharan Das’ title of his interpretation of the Mahabharata “It is Difficult to be Good” today as it was during the days of the great Indian epic. There isa wise old saying in Tamil, “we know nothing more than understanding and enjoying others’ happiness.”
Gurcharan Das’ positive attitude to life through cultivating pleasure is in line with Martha Nussbaum’s enjoinment to cultivate humanity. No one can be happy in isolation. That will make prison houses the most sought after. No one can be happy if others around are unhappy. No one can be happy if it is not noticed by others; still worse if others are in misery. Happiness for oneself is dry happiness- what Victor Hugo says, is like dry bread which we eat, but do not dine. Happiness for self and others is fulfilling and wholesome. Cultivating happiness is a by- product of cultivating humanity. In doing things we energize ourselves; in doing things for the pleasure and wellness of fellow humanity is the simple recipe for cultivating happiness. “ Happiness does not lie in happiness , but in the achievement of it” (Fyodor Dostoevsky)

Thursday, 12 October 2017

A`Prose Ode to Amitabh Bachchan



                                     A`Prose Ode to Amitabh Bachchan             

AB turns 75. This is our AB. There should be no confusion with the other famous AB from South Africa, less than half the age of our AB,  who has been ranked Number one batsman in Test cricket and ODIs. 

By AB, I refer to the one and only AB of India. He is not only “A” but he has made it difficult for anyone to be “B” and thus has taken both A and B for himself. At 75, he is the tallest Indian not only of Bollywood and the small screen, he is incredulously tallest among all Indians. What makes him so special is  he seems to have no equal in contemporary India.  Even at the cost of irritating all the Bhakts, the truth is our darling PM can not out-tall AB.

I am older than AB by two years that makes it easy for me to say we belong to the same generation. Like me, many of my friends and colleagues are in  the same league where from our  early crush on AB to loving his romantic felicity as a young hero, to admiring his baritone voice, to applauding to his angry young man image, to delighting in his comic caper,s  to criticizing the gossipy news about his amatory  affairs, to feeling sad at looking at his grey beard, to appreciating his mature acting in his films of the last few years,  to seeing him in our drawing room and appreciating his grace , urbanity and svelteness in behaviour, we have experienced all emotions towards this towering personality. With advancement in years we are now treated to his blogs where he gives us a glimpse of  wisdom, knowledge and keen interest for all games and all cultural activities besides his great felicity with language.
As I look at  my own journey through life and see him through the prism of my understanding, I realize the truth that as one grows older, one cannot but change.  The question is do we change for the better or worse? The simple answer is we change because in hindsight we realize the mistakes we could have avoided by choosing an alternative on many occasions. Depending on the choice that we now see as a better alternative, we can safely assume that we have changed for the better. But if that alternative that we now visualize is more lethal than what we had done earlier, the change is for the worse.
With AB, the change has been a qualitatively improved change. Except for the baritone voice that he continues to possess, all other changes, including his physical appearance are there to see. He has gracefully aged and sports a circle beard where the chin patch and the mustache make a circle in place of the clean shaven looks of his younger days. The silver streaks that shine through the blackish brown hair lends grace to his years.  He no longer romances round the trees, the angry young man image has turned into a sober (and at times crotchety old man as seen in  Pihu)  and mature old man who still has many things to savour from life. But it is his anchoring of KBC that reveals the person and the persona that AB is. All those who sit on the hot seat do not feel the heat as AB’s presence and his cheerful and calm demeanour has a soothing effect. His greatest quality is to make the contestants feel at ease and engages them in a dialogue which more often than not turns out to be their monologue.  Even a trained psychologist cannot make people reveal their authentic personality as AB does. He is suave, charming, urbane and every word he says is crafted with care to make the person opposite him feel less intimidated by his very presence. Young and old, men and women, rich and the poor, rural and city bred, writer, artist and executives from all walks of life are treated with the  same degree of politeness and affability, leaving no one tongue tied in his august presence; on the contrary they all loosen up and talk without any self consciousness that AB is sitting before them. I have seen him all these seven years , not losing his temper or making a snide remark against any of the contestants. The way he escorts the ladies to the hot seat and makes them seated comfortably is full of grace and dignity. He receives the compliments showered on him without any false modesty and imperious haughtiness. He conducts the interview in the most dignified and professional manner. The Best of AB  goes beyond outstanding talent in living the role of his film characters, but in giving us a perfect role model to live life King size with modesty and humility.  
AB is AB- a genius. It is often said “talent does not originate; genius does”.  It is our good fortune that we have in our life seen a genius amidst us.
The government can give him the highest honour for his contributions to art and culture, but even that cannot do justice to the Man that he exemplifies, who, in Shakespearean words is  the noblest of God’s creations-
“What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how
infinite in faculties, in form and moving, how express and
admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like
a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals.”

Many Happy Returns to AB to continue to entertain, educate and inspire us.

Thursday, 5 October 2017

I shop, You Shop, We shop- this is Festive Time




                           I shop, You Shop, We shop- this is Festive Time
The festival season in India is now in full swing. It started early this year with Janmashtami, followed by Ganesh Chaturti and two weeks later by Navratri and Dussehra to culminate in Diwali a fortnight from to date. Apart from the celebration of the festivals, this period is also noted for a number of holidays with weekends prefixed and suffixed, reducing the working days in a year at least by a minimum of fifteen days. It also marks the slow exit of summer and the gradual setting in of autumn with a nip in the air.
For a nation steeped in observance of tradition, these festivals provide a much needed interlude from the dull, mundane and prosaic existence for a majority of our population – something to look for, something exciting to eat, dress, shop and enjoy, even if it punctures a fairly big hole in one’s pocket. There is certainly an air of gaiety and buoyancy adding to the nip in the air that mutes the cry of all the work alcoholics and spoilsports who seek a halt to the festivities citing the loss of man-days and of all others who oppose them in their justified rationale of causing noise and atmospheric pollution.
 But the notable aspect of the festive season is the flash of advertisements on the opening pages of a newspaper. The newspaper that quotes 46 or 52 pages in its daily editions starts the news with page one after devoting the first six unnumbered pages to advertisement from eats to electronics, prams to baby beds,  blankets to comforters, hosiery to linens, jewelry to silverware, sarees and dresses, cars to utility vehicles, utensils to kitchenware, bracelets to cufflinks- products of all kind, for all genders, and for all ages.  The newspapers certainly thrive on these special festivals with attractive offers  that play hide and seek with the customers showing only the slashed price and not the jacked up prices  that provide a huge margin of profit to the traders and manufacturers. The shining velvety smooth papers that print these advertisements add lustre to the products advertised, enticing the innocent customer either to drive down to the shops or order online irrespective of his needs or requirements.  The roads are choc-o-block with cars of all sizes and shapes, the chauffeur driven swanky beauties (for further enhancement of the status symbol) and the owner driven low key vehicles, the creaky buses and the doddering three wheelers, the zipping bikes and the staid scooters all jostling cheek by jowl bring the traffic almost to a dead halt. Nothing deters the single minded consumers in search of the elusive market that offers quality products at throw away prices.  The young and the old , men and women, children and GPs(grand parents) holding to their parental and filial anchors fill the streets where  on either side stand vendors, hawkers, mehendiwallas  nee artists, balloon sellers, chaatwalas with golgappas so that not a fraction of an inch of space is available to move. How the crowd shops, how it returns home is indeed is both a mystery and miracle. The din and the noise pierce the ear drums and no one listens to the shrill cries that emanate from different sides. The festival frenzy can be best summed up as the Shape of Chaos.
 All this brings to my mind the question, ‘is it worth all the money and effort to go on a shopping frenzy as an annual ritual of paying homage to festivals and  to the Gods  in whose name they are celebrated? I am not a rationalist (lynchers and killers, please take note) nor am I an atheist nor am I a sadist as though I frown upon these activities. But the honest question is can happiness be bought in the shops?  Can wading through the crowd provide heroic excitement? Can the cacophony sound sweet and melodious?  Can consuming the adulterated sweets and the dust covered golgappas give unalloyed gastronomical pleasure? Does this mad hopping from shop to shop provide relief from the dull monotony of everyday routine? Does the hole in the purse empty the passion for possession of things that are often beyond one’s reach? Is there another way of sharing the joys of the festivals without the hustle and bustle of malls and shopping centres, leave aside the crowded markets?  Have we not mistakenly equated progress and development with consumerism? If the festival is an occasion to go for new things, are we ready to discard the old things- whether they are old shoes and slippers, old bedsheets and bed covers, worn out jeans and shirts, sarees, coats and trousers, old vessels and crockery? No we add new one and the old ones pile up as junk in the house. Tolstoy’s short story How much land does a man need is now a forgotten story. Sixty years back the French playwright Eugene Ionesco wrote a short play The New Tenant about a man overwhelmed by objects—“stifled in a sea of inert matter.” A new tenant moves into his house;  with him he moves his furniture. More and more furniture comes in. And still more. Finally there is a complete wall of furniture around the tenant, and when the last piece is crammed in, he is happily alone in his new room, hemmed in by furniture. The play ends when from the depths, a disembodied voice asks someone to turn out the lights. Ionesco has captured the modern life with its greed for materialism and the vanity and overwhelming nature of an acquisitive consumerist world. What we see today is an advertisement for acquisition with no awareness of  those who have only the open sky and the begging bowl as their possessions.  
It has become the fashionable groan these days – TINA. When there is no alternative let us at least enjoy if we have the power to purchase pleasure.  But , sorry,it is not all TINA. While everyone is inspired today to talk of a new Bharat, an Ujjawal Bharat, a Swachcha Bharat, a Sunehri bharat etc, in my feeble old voice, I like to raise a Gandhi’s Bharat with Gandhiji’s motto of Waste not, Want not.
We are in the 21st century, coming nearly a century after Gandhi had demonstrated his credo by living a life of simplicity that catered to the minimal needs for a happy and satisfied life.  No doubt, this is the age of technology and not the age of charka, the spinning wheel. But the core essence of the charka has gone out along with the charka. The charka with its circular movement symbolizes the eternal movement of life and its spindles moving along with it, up and down, vertically and horizontally are thus assured of equal sharing of all that life offers. We have replaced charka by a more mechanized and easily operable wheel. Technology has its role well marked out to ease our daily grind. But it cannot be a substitute for the core meaning of charka. The word itself is from Sanskrit and means wheels that spin energy forces that are evenly distributed to one and all. Charka system has a direct connection to our physical, emotional, and spiritual well being and understanding its functions can help us respond to life with awareness. We need an awareness of charka as much as we need to harness technology for a better life.
There can be no TINA factor to bring a new Bharat if we learn to harness consumerism to sharing it with our fellow beings  in particular the weaker sections of our society. Festivals are best enjoyed in a shared society where the haves are less greedy and more generous and the have -nots have less to despair and more to receive.
I shop, you shop and we shop- for me, for you, for us and for them.