These days I wake up and feel like starting my day on a fresh note Then I hear something terrible Friend’s father is in the hospital Classmates’ wife couldn’t make it Colleague’s 13- year old niece is battling for her life in the hospital A friend is traumatised because he couldn’t perform his father’s last rite I am constantly checking on people Sometimes I get scared to hear phone ringing at the odd time I am doom scrolling Sometimes I don’t want to Then I want to keep myself updated so that I will be ready to face any new challenge What will happen There is anxiety and grief When this will end When everything will be normal I am telling myself every day When this will be over, I will live each moment I will never take things for granted I will be grateful Just waiting for this to end Just waiting for the day when I wake up And breathe easy Hoping for this to end soon…
When I write this, my in-laws are battling in a hospital in A.P. They both were recently tested positive. I am constantly worried and anxious these days checking up on my near and dear ones. My country i.e. India currently battling with the second wave of Covid-19 is in very bad shape. People are dying every single day. Horrific accounts, images, and testimonials are coming from all over India. There is a queue even outside the crematoriums. People are running around to find beds, oxygen cylinders, essential medicines and facing a shortage of vaccines. Overall the situation is grim and scary.
I am also one of those people who suffered during this crisis and I could not sleep for three weeks because first my Amma and then my husband was battling in hospital. It was a nightmare, to say the least. We were just plain lucky or maybe god (I believe in God because no one else was there for me except some people during this crisis) was very kind to us that we got hospital beds and other essentials on time.
I never imagined that I also have to battle the COVID crisis as I am the most paranoid one who keeps on using sanitiser and very careful all the time. It all started on the night of 5th April (Monday). As usual, the whole day was very hectic. I thought I will sleep early. But nothing like this was going to happen. I got a call from my native place that my Amma(grandmother) is very sick and they are taking her to hospital. The way they spoke to us, I started crying and praying to God that at least please keep her alive till I reach there. It was 12 in the night. My mind was not working. I didn’t know how I am going to handle this. My spouse booked tickets for us for Varanasi. And we started the race against time soon.
We reached the airport, constantly talking to people who were attending to my Amma to know the situation there. Then I was on the flight. My phone was switched off for three damn hours. Anything can happen in three hours and no one could reach me for three hours. These thoughts made me anxious and worried. I was praying all the time and was looking at my watch and it felt like time has stopped. I could see the sunrise from the window and it was breathtakingly beautiful but I didn’t click a picture as I always do. I was out of my mind.
We reached Varanasi and hired a cab to take us to Azamgarh. I sat in the cab but still, I had no idea how I am going to deal with this as the attending doctor where Amma was admitted told to take her to a bigger hospital in another city. I didn’t know anyone in Varanasi or Lucknow as I am out of my State for so many years now. Whom should I contact? I don’t know any doctors here. I don’t know which hospital is good. Should I take her to Varanasi or Lucknow? Varanasi is only 90 km from Azamgarh and Lucknow is 270 km. I am comparing this in my head. I am telling myself, I should take her to Varanasi. As these thoughts crossing my mind, I told the driver to race towards Azamgarh as I have to reach on time. Then we were just 10-15 km away from Azamgarh city. I got a call from the hospital and they were like: ‘Why are you not taking her?’ said the doctor. Take her to another hospital, he repeated in a very harsh voice. I tried talking to him but he hung up on me. I turned towards the driver and told him to drive faster.
Suddenly I remembered about my one friend (Sarika). She was my classmate during engineering. She was from Varanasi. I called her many times but she didn’t pick up. She called me after some time. I told her everything. She told me about another classmate (Manjit) whose relative is a doctor in Banaras Hindu University hospital officially known as Sir Sundarlal Bahuguna: IMS BHU hospital. Hearing this was a big relief, at least now I know a hospital name. I spoke to Manjit’s relative (can’t reveal his name) and he told me to bring her and admit her to the hospital.
We reached the Vinayak hospital (Azamgarh) and put her in the ambulance and started the journey to the BHU hospital. Though I told everyone that I am taking her to the hospital, inside my heart, I was not sure how I am going to handle this. On the way, many times, it felt like that she will leave us at any moment. Somehow, we reached. I didn’t even brush my teeth and I was sweating and feeling dehydrated but I can’t eat because I don’t want to remove my mask. To my shock, there was a queue for a stretcher and wheelchair and you have to deposit your Aadhar card for that. I tried talking to people. The ambulance driver was also getting restless and told us to pay quickly because he wants to leave. Somehow, we entered the hospital. We were running from here to there sometimes to take a receipt, for medicines, and blood tests. We both were constantly paranoid and trying to sanitise as we were in the high-risk zone. This ordeal continued for the next five days. Two of my buas (Kiran and Guddi) were there to help us. They were nursing Amma during the night and we both were there during the daytime.
Countless people helped us during this crisis and many also showed their true color. That ward boy in ACU, many doctors, nurses, countless strangers, and many more. Some people need special mention. One of my close friends: Kriti Singh. I met her during my civil services preparation. Her whole family was very supportive. Her mom was super sweet. She also invited us for dinner and gave us ‘shagun money’ considering me as her daughter. Watching this, I cried inside. Many of my relatives didn’t even come to see us but here are some strangers who were so helpful. She gave us her bike so that we can commute easily. She also guided us to book accommodation in the IITBHU guest house. This guest house was super clean and they gave us good food. They had helpful nice staff who treated us like family.
On 10th April, she (Amma) got discharged and we both were so relieved. We also visited the sankat mochan temple to pay our obeisance. The next day, we planned to travel back to Bengaluru. We never thought that our happiness and peace going to disappear soon. I had a mild sore throat but never thought that it will turn out to be a covid symptom. On 12th April, we both did an RT-PCR test that came negative. However, by that time, we sensed that we both are Covid positive as we both had mild symptoms. Chaitanya also started getting a high fever. We somehow passed one week and I started feeling better. But Chaitanya’s fever became worse. We both were panicking inside and didn’t want to visit the hospital as the second wave was already making havoc. I could only hear ambulance sirens on the road. My heart was sinking all the time.
I prepared 100 varieties of kadha for him to drink. We tried everything but the fever was not coming down. On 20th April, our fear came true. The doctor with whom we are doing online consultation told me to take him to the hospital. And then the real panic started. I tried calling BBMP(Bruhat Bengaluru Mahanagara Palike) helpline number and it was not working. I don’t know any hospital. Where should I take him? I started calling frantically to people and asking for help on how to get hospital beds in Bengaluru. I reached out to my office colleagues also. They also started calling the BBMP helpline. Chaitanya told me to take him to Manipal hospital. They were not ready to take him and gave some emergency treatment.
There only they(Manipal Hospital) did the RT-PCR test again. He tested positive.They told me that they don’t have a bed and they discharged him. I also called my sister-in-law who also lives in Bengaluru. I and my sister-in-law kept on trying the helpline number (1912) and finally gave all the details to the person who was there on the other side of the phone. We reached home around 2 o clock at night. I told Chaitanya to sleep and I kept on trying to helpline numbers. I couldn’t sleep the whole night. I also called some ambulances. Luckily or maybe because of god’s grace, they assigned him a bed in the Dr. Ambedkar Medical Hospital. The next day(April 21st), I admitted him there.
He was admitted to the hospital for 8 days. For these 8 days, I was visiting this COVID hospital 3 times a day, sometimes 4 times a day to give him breakfast, lunch, dinner, or some medicine, water or just check up on him how he is doing. The situation in the hospital was miserable. Almost every day, I saw one dead body wrapped in a body bag. The patient attendant is not allowed in the hospital. They can only go and meet the patient for five minutes or give some stuff to the guard. So I used to wait outside on the lawn. It was a pain physically and mentally both seeing people suffering and I was also paranoid because I am outside. After coming home, It used to take almost 2 hours for me to sanitise and take bath. Many Autowallas and uber drivers just refused to come after asking about my destination. The moment I said that I have to go to the hospital, they cancelled on me. Anyway, I want to remember those people who helped me and were kind during this crisis. Nights were painful and scary. I couldn’t sleep as I was anxious thinking I might get a call from the hospital. I don’t know how Chaitanya might be feeling. I stopped reading the newspapers and checking social media as I didn’t want to see any bad news.
I don’t know what to say about the doctors. They are overwhelmed. They are risking their lives for us and we must salute them. However, it was difficult for us to talk to the doctors. They were just not there. They were not telling anything. It made me more worried. Only after three days when he didn’t get his fever, I got relieved. Only one doctor Dr. Lisana spoke to us and shared valuable information about his health. It was so comforting listening to her and understanding what has happened.
In the end, I want to thank all those countless and faceless people who helped me and checked on me every single day. I am grateful to my friends: Sarika, Manjit, Kriti and many others, and all those faceless people who helped me. One girl, I didn’t know her name at that time, kept on checking and calling me when I was struggling to find a bed for Chaitanya. Her name is Rama. I will never forget her. She is my friend now. Some of my office colleagues were very helpful. Vineeth and Kalyani called and messaged me asking how is everything. Am I taking care of myself and eating properly? In fact, my director was very kind and she went out of her way to help me in a lot of different ways. She also sent me food one day. My sister-in-law (Manu) and brother-in-law(Vamsi) also helped me and were always there for me.
Whoever will read this blog of mine, I want to tell you something, I couldn’t express most of the things I felt during this crisis. I have my relatives in rural UP and the situation is very grim now. In, fact, during the same time, one of my relatives got hospitalised. He also got discharged recently and is doing better now. Only one thing I want to say whoever will read this blog: please please be kind and help others. Nothing else matters. Life is too short.
“Jahan Koyi apna Dafn na hua ho woh jagah apni nhi hua karti” [A person does not belong to a place until someone beloved is buried there]
Gabriel Garcia Marquez- One Hundred Years of Solitude
Reading the book, “Bread, Butter and Cement” by Annie Zaidi, felt like a trip down memory lane. It made me nostalgic. It made me think of my roots, my identity, and my belongingness. I finished this book in one week along with my office work as I so wanted to know the author’s story. The book is beautifully written and expressed. It feels like a slow cold breeze passing below your feet while you read this book but also makes you worry about the things happening in our country as to how our heritage and culture are being devoid of diversity.
Like the author, I always wanted to own a place that I can call mine. But there were always two strands of thinking of me owning a place or calling a place my own home. The first one is of course where my grandfather, my grandmother, and my mom lived their whole life. I loved the above-mentioned quote as the author was also fascinated by this quote. It feels so right that where your ancestors have lived, that place belongs to you. If you see this in a larger sense, it’s so difficult to imagine the lives of the people who were uprooted from their homeland because of partition, communal strife, or poverty and had to move to a different place. The second one is that place that I am going to build/buy that is my own.
I was intrigued by knowing the name of the book. It made me think and speculate what would be the meaning of this title. The title of the book comes from the author’s childhood when she was living in the J K Puram colony. It was a colony for workers of the cement factory of the same name where her mother was working as a principal in the school runned for kids living in the colony. Her mother moved to this unknown place so that she can provide ‘bread’ to her children. The author also describes the circumstances and situation prevailing in that colony and how the author wanted to escape the everyday ‘sameness’ of the J K Puram colony. She could only see some cactus devoid of any life. There was nothing nearby and it almost felt like as she was living on some island.
The book is neatly divided into nine chapters with very unique and thoughtful names. Every chapter name has some hidden meaning and sense. The most beautiful thing of this book is that as these chapters follow, the author narrates her personal story reflecting and interlinking the socio-political happenings of the country. For instance, I absolutely loved the chapter named ‘Gur, Imarati and Goons’ telling the story of Azamgarh in particular and eastern UP in general. ‘Listening to mother’ and ‘Place like Home’ are the two other beautiful chapters giving a beautiful perspective on how language is so important to feel the sense of belongingness and how creating your own home or having a home makes a lot of difference in your life. This line from this chapter is so beautiful writing here as it is: ‘Home is where suffering is shared out, like a bread, and or a three-seat bench shared by four’. The chapter on language is very insightful. It makes you think how much language diversity we have in our country and despite that, there is an imposition of one language on everyone. Hindi itself has many variants that embed around 49 languages.
Just finding out that the author’s hometown was Azamgarh which is also my hometown created a strong urge for me to read this book and know the author and what she has to say in this book. While reading this book, being a woman who also belongs to the same district and also migrated to a different place and trying to create her own identity made me feel so relatable to the author and this book. Just like the author of this book, ‘belonging had always been a fraught question for me’ because I also never lived at one place for long. I am also not sure where I am from. And especially after my marriage, I moved to south India totally devoid of north Indian roots, culture, food, and the people.
I remember my first UPSC interview when they asked me about my hometown and I remember, I was trying to defend the reputation of my district as it has been stereotyped and demonised as a place linked to terrorism. I can confidently say that even I was suffering from that bias otherwise there was no need to defend. The author is also anguished why a place of poetry, textile, and imarati has been stereotyped just because a section of minorities live there. It is sad. Even I agree with the author that this stereotyping isolates the minority community and also prevents the Hindu majority from taking pride in their regional identity. At this moment I remember this couplet:
“Sabhi ka khoon hai shaamil yahaan ki mitti Mein,Kisi ke baap ka Hindustan thodi hai” [Everybody’s blood is mixed into the earth here, Hindustan does not belong to anybody’s father]
Across the whole book, the author has shown concerns towards the marginalisation of a minority communities with a special focus on Muslim communities. Being a Muslim and a woman, she has had to face a lot of questions, rejections and how the socio-political climate of the country has made her conscious of her identity. She was worried that what people will think or how will they behave if she is dressed up in a certain way.
This is the sad reality of this country. As per the recent findings of a three-year study on discrimination in housing, also reiterated by the author, most cosmopolitan cities and neighbourhoods continue to keep Muslims and Dalit out. Stereotyping and discrimination against Muslims and Dalits is rampant in our country. One of my close Muslim friends who is a writer and public policy expert tells me, ” he no more thinks India as its own country and wants to move out from here as soon as he can”. Hearing this, I just thought; where we have reached and what we have become as a nation.
“The ache for home lives in all of us.The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned”
The major theme of this book is about home, identity, belongingness, and most importantly about mitti (soil) of one’s birthplace. How absolutely nothing can replace the feeling of your roots. How this mitti or zameen as we call it at our place has ‘dual connotations’ that mean land and also a certain psychological environment. It makes me feel proud when I read in this book that the author traces her roots to eastern Uttar Pradesh. People who belong to this place and now settled in different cities generally don’t accept and tell other people that they come from this part of India because they don’t want to be associated with various stereotypes and backwardness associated with this area.
Note: I created a draft of this blog last month but could not publish it because almost everyone in my family were sick. Finally, when I started feeling bit normal and things are better at home, I completed this blog today and published it.
“Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen our sense of life: they feed the soul”
“Thirty years ago my older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was trying to get a report on birds written that he’d has three months to write, which was due the next day. We were out at our family cabin in Bolinas, and he was at the kitchen table close to tears, surrounded by binder paper and pencils and unopened books on birds, immobilized by the hugeness of the task ahead. Then my father sat down beside him, put his arm around my brother’s shoulder, and said, ‘Bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird.'” – An Iconic passage that gives the book its title
While growing up during my childhood days, I was this kid who was always curious reading things written at unusual places. I enjoyed and appreciated sentences from books, inspiring quotes, weird shayaris written on the backside of the truck, things written on walls, shops, and sometimes at unusual places. I also had the habit of writing some of the things I saw or read, in my diary or notebook. I never imagined that this is the thing I liked the most and this is the thing that will give me utmost satisfaction in my life. When I started reading this fascinating book by the author Anne Lamott, it felt as if she is telling me to do the same. She wants writers to observe, appreciate and simply write about everything whatever you see, hear, read, observe and think. She emphasises that writers should be afraid of not getting the writing done rather being tensed about how it will look and how people will see you.
And I would suggest people read this book because it is not only about writings but also about life and the best thing about this book is that instructions on writing are intertwined with the authors’ life that makes it easier to read and relate.
The book is neatly divided into five parts. The author has shared the instructions step by step in these five parts. The first part is about getting the writing started, the second part speaks about the writing frame of mind, the third part describes small habits that can help in your writing journey, fourth part talks about the ultimate goal of every writer; publication and other reasons you need to start writing and the final part is about the author’s last class on writing where she highlights the role of being a writer and how writers play an important role to show a mirror to the society.
The best advice the author has for the budding writers who are desperate to publish that the actual act of writing has its own rewards and it is one of the best parts of writing as it has so much to give and teach. I found this book natural and honest as the author has poured out her heart as a writer. She honestly tells all the writers to start writing as all good writings begin with terrible first effort and we all have to write that shitty first drafts and edit it, again and again, to make it crisp and clear.
Stories might be the same but the difference comes when someone shares their own sensibility or especially their own reality or the truth. And as the author agrees that the ‘truth’ is the bedrock of life. The thing is that the experience you had in your life, no one can share better than you in your own voice. Something very unique, I found in the book, as the author says ‘writing’ is like ‘giving’. A writer gives her soul and deepest part of her life into writing. Reading something gives us that feeling of connection, it enriches your soul and a writer soothes the soul by giving a company and reducing the isolation.
The author has in clear language gave some instructions that need to be followed if you want to improve your writing skills or want to continue being a writer:
Sit down to write at approximately same time every day. This is how you can train your unconscious to kick-in for you creatively
Write at least 300 words every day. Write about anything, about your dreams, aspirations, childhood memories, etc
Keep index cards with you all the time and scribble on it whenever you find something interesting
Observe/ Look around
Call people and connect with them to know their perspective
Find someone reliable who can read your draft before you show it to the world
Be part of a writing group that will motivate you to write
Find your voice or write whatever your intuition says
Write about your childhood
Write as if you are dying
Forget about what people will think of your writing rather focus on just writing
I will end with some of the beautiful excerpts from the bookto inspire and motivate you to write without any hesitation because as Anne Lamott reiterates in the book, writing and reading decreases out sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul.
“Good writing is about telling the truth”
” We are a species that needs and wants to understand who we are”
“Becoming a writer is about becoming conscious”
“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better”
“Writing can be a pretty desperate endeavor, because it is about some of our deepest needs: our need to be visible, to be heard, our need to make sense of our lives, to wake up and grow and belong.”
“Process of writing is pretty much the same for almost everyone I know”
“Becoming a writer can also profoundly change your life as a reader. One reads with a deeper appreciation and concentration, knowing now how hard writing is, especially how hard it is to make it look effortless. You begin to read with a writer’s eyes”
“Writing is about learning to pay attention and to communicate what is going on”
“Very few writers really know what they are doing until they have done it”
“Becoming a writer is about becoming conscious”
“All the good stories are out there waiting to be told in a fresh, wild way.”
BOOKS -“What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave”
“What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters, compared to what lies within us”
In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count, It’s the life in your years.
Recently, I had this feeling of what next I should do. And then I decided to create a list of 50 things that I want to do before I die. When I was trying to create this list, I had so many things in my mind and for a moment it felt like, life is like a list of things you want to do.
I got curious so I thought let me also ask others. I got different answers from everyone but the interesting thing was that no one told me that they want to study or appear for some exams rather most of the people told me that they want to travel or do some adventure sports, create a small library, build their own home and do something for underprivileged. I don’t know what to feel about this. Here are my 50 things I want to do before I die:
Want to work for the Government of India
Help and guide 100 underprivileged students to appear for Civil Services Examination
Want to write two books: one non-fiction and another fiction
Want to work for GOOGLE and TWITTER
Want to start my venture through which I can contribute to the society
Start a small café where people can come and hang out or just read some books. The café should be green, full of art and beauty
Do a degree from abroad
Give a speech to an audience of a hundred people
Visit all cities of India
Travel whole India by Train
Travel in a truck
Want to go on a road trip from Kashmir to Kanya kumari and from Gujarat to Arunachal Pradesh
Travel solo without any planning; just start from anywhere and go anywhere
Want to have a nice drink without any hesitation
Sleep under the stars on a road or a mountain without any fear
Build a small cottage home in Dharmashala (Himachal Pradesh) and also make it a homestay for tourists
Climb Mount Everest
Volunteer at Golden Temple, Amritsar
Adopt a dog
Adopt a girl and provide 100 % funding for her education
Travel at least 100 countries of the world
Ride a bike and go on a bike trip
Learn a foreign language
Go on an island and stay there for a month without any outward communication and internet connection
Sleep on the Beach
Spend a night in a Tree House
Participate in Floating lantern activity in Thailand
Want to go horseback riding
Want to do zip-lining, sky-diving, scuba-diving and par-gliding
Go on a hot-air balloon ride
Want to participate in cycling
Want to have a nice romantic dinner with my spouse on the Eiffel Tower
Jump-off a cliff
Visit a chocolate factory
Make chocolate from scratch
Buy a Mercedes
Travel to Pakistan, Afghanistan, Nepal, Sri Lanka, Myanmar and Bhutan
Talk to a lot of strangers and write their stories
Volunteer for ‘clean river campaign’
Participate in road painting/road cleaning exercise
Plant 1000 trees
Do something for my village
Ride a bullet
Go on a girls’ trip with some of my close friends
Create/Direct a documentary ( A difficult one)
Write at least 10,000 blogs before I die (This is my 93rd blog)
Read 10,000 books before I die
Stay in Varanasi/Sikkim for sometime
Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go- T S Eliot
“Being in politics is like being a football coach. You have to be smart enough to understand the game, and dumb enough to think it’s important”
Eugene Mc Carthy (1916-2005), American Democratic Politician
Recently, when Rahul Gandhi travelled abroad just before the foundation day of the Indian National Congress(INC), there was a hue and cry in the media and other social media platforms criticizing him for not being serious about Indian politics. But honestly, he also needs a holiday break. In fact, in this book he tells the authors that he goes abroad to have some personal space as he is constantly surrounded by security and the people in India. Reading the interviews of these young political leaders makes you feel that they are also common people just that they are in the business of politics which is the most demanding job in the country.
The book is about the prominent young political leaders who will shape the destiny of India in the coming years. The authors interviewed 20 young political leaders below the age of 50 from across the country and compiled those interviews as it is in their original voices. The interviews include those from Rahul Gandhi, Priyanka Gandhi, Sachin Pilot, Akhilesh Yadav, Poonam Mahajan, Varun Gandhi, Omar Abdullah, Aditya Thakeray, Smriti Irani, Jignesh Mevani, Sushmita Dev, Kalikesh Singh Deo, etc. All these interviews were conducted in person. These young political leaders come from different political parties and with a completely different background. These conversations show their perspectives on important issues of the country and their thinking, inspiration, and passion that motivates them to be part of the Indian political system. As authors of the book added in the introduction that the idea behind this book is to give readers a ‘snapshot of contemporary Indian politics and its future; through the stories of 20 of the country’s most prominent next-generation politicians’.
The interesting thing about this book is that these conversations are free-flowing, and authors have posed the questions as they seemed okay without any hesitation. The book attempts to unravel the personalities, aspirations, ideologies, interests, passions, and motivations of these young political leaders. The idea is that we know the names of these leaders and frequently read or see about them in the newspapers or televisions, but we have no idea what lies behind it. Reading this book makes me realize that these young politicians have done a lot of hard work to achieve whatever they have achieved in their political careers despite coming from political families. For most of them, political career had come with a big personal cost. Not only this, as authors of the book add, ‘Politics in India is a full-time job’and the political leaders can’t maintain a healthy work-life balance.
However, the authors have missed many other important young political leaders who are already contributing in a significant way of shaping the destiny of Indian republic. For instance- Arvind Kejriwal, the current chief minister of Delhi and also the founder of the Aam Aadmi Party is a major miss in this book. However, the authors also added that the list of leaders interviewed in this book is not exhaustive and many other prominent young leaders have not been added in this book.
The interesting thing about the book is that we get to know the personal sides of these young leaders and how there is also dissonance in their political posturing and their personal views on issues related to the Indian political system. For instance- Varun Gandhi has a liberal economic and social outlook despite being part of the Bhartiya Janta Party (BJP). Aaditya Thakeray belongs to Shiv Sena political party that is known for extremist views, has a more liberal outlook than most other leaders on many different issues. Jignesh Mevani has a very different political attitude as compared to people like Sachin Pilot & Jyotiraditya Scindia who have been trained in politics from an early age. Women political leaders across party lines reiterated the presence of gender-based challenges they must face in this profession. While interviewing these young leaders, the authors have explored the issues and tensions prevailing in Indian politics. The authors tried to see the issues of caste and religion, institutional decline, federalism & center-state relations, integration of J& K, dynastic politics, and women empowerment.
The book has 319 pages, but it’s written in simple language and easy to read. I also felt that the authors could have added more young regional political leaders to know their personalities, aspirations, ideologies and interests. Currently, the book has leaders who are more prominent and popular than those who are grassroots workers and making a difference at ground level.
“The Internet is the first thing that humanity has built that humanity doesn’t understand, the largest experiment in anarchy that we have ever had”
Eric Schmidt, Former Google-CEO & Co-founder of Schmidt Futures
#Baba Ka Dhaba, #Justice for Sushant Singh Rajput #Justice for Rhea #Justice for George Floyd #Black Lives Matter #Dalit Lives Matter #Metoo are some of the recent most popular hashtags on social media leading to huge outpouring of sentiments from the public creating a huge impact in real lives sometimes positively and sometimes negatively. This book is about the power of the smartphone and the internet which made these hashtags popular.
This book “India Connected” by Ravi Agarwal celebrates the power of the internet and smartphone that is leading to unthinkable and unpredictable changes in people’s lives. The book is quite relevant at this time as India is at the cusp of change and especially in the Covid period when a smartphone with internet looks like the driving force behind everything. As per the author, the smartphone is transforming Indian democracy in an unprecedented manner. As he also adds, “the influence of smartphones on the world’s largest democracy is pervasive and irreversible, disruptive, creative, unsettling and compelling.”
The author has travelled to different cities of India and met with innovators, founders, teachers, common people, students, government officials, villagers who are an important part of this digital revolution. This whole book seems like a conversation between the author and these people. The author has divided the book into three parts, and each part consists of two or three chapters. The first part is about the ‘opportunity’, the second part is about ‘society’ and the third part is about ‘the State’ vis a vis, their interplay with the digital revolution.
The book has provided a balanced perspective on the smartphone revolution in the country. How the smartphone with the internet is bringing about substantive changes in the lives of people, providing opportunities for education and employment and also empowering the women in villages. How a smartphone is changing people’s lives, their thinking, and their dating patterns. And also how the young generation is getting addicted to their smartphones leading to anxiety, depression and other mental health issues. How smartphone has also made pornography easily available and also provided an outlet for venting out the frustration of the youth through trolling, rumor and prejudice. In the last part of the book, the author writes about the role of the State vis a vis the whole internet saga unfolding in the country at an unprecedented level.
For the author, the internet-enabled smartphone will mean the same for India as the automobile was for America. “The smartphone is the embodiment of the new Indian dream.” A Smartphone is changing Indian people’s lives in various ways in which they live, learn, love, work and play. The stories narrated in the book make it an interesting read and let you think how differently the smartphone is impacting the people of Indian society.
However, the author also talks about the challenges of the smartphone revolution in the country. Fake news, trolling, hate crimes, cyberbullying, mass piracy, etc. are creating huge challenges for the whole society and it also impacts the society negatively leading to crimes and polarization in the society. Smartphone addiction is making teenagers depressed and anxious. Teenagers are suffering from ‘nomophobia’, and it is impacting their lives very badly. As the author mentioned in the book, smartphone addiction can neurologically damage a young person’s brain in the same way as cocaine addiction can. It seems that smartphones are destroying the younger generation, but there are millions who will not have the access of these ‘magic devices’ as the author call them because they don’t have resources and they are illiterate.
As the recent Netflix documentary, ‘The Social Dilemma’ revealed that the social media giants are manipulating our minds and we are doing what they want us to do. The recent social media circus around a tragic death of Bollywood actor and subsequent media frenzy leading to arrest of his girlfriend reflects the negativity these social media sites bringing in the people. The author has shown how the consumption of pornography has increased exponentially in our society and how some people believe that it is leading to an increase in rape cases..
The last chapters of the book show that how the State is acting as a big brother and shutting the internet as per their own interests especially in Kashmir in the name of stopping unrest and terrorism when internet started giving an outlet to Kashmiri people to show their outrage. The book also talks about the whole fiasco of free basics and internet.org and how civil-society activism led TRAI to rule against it in 2016. Digital money has become an important part of the Indian economy through some homegrown startups and obviously the government of India’s ill-conceived moves of demonetization gave them a push.
I really enjoyed reading the second and third part of the book. It’s really insightful and also scary to know how internet enabled smartphone is creating innumerable problems in the society but also if used properly making positive changes in the people’s lives. So the way the author of the book tells that “India Connected is a story about change and it is a story that has just begun and the next chapters of the story will depend on how these technologies are harnessed and regulated”, there is a need to create more awareness and sensitization among the youth about the problems emerging due to these technologies and also create mechanisms and regulations to deal with the same. The recent story of #BabakaDhaba is a great example where a smartphone & social media can bring so much positivity and hope in someone’s life.
The beautiful pottery road passes the left side of my current house in Bengaluru. The road is visible to me from my balcony all the time. It’s been more than a month, I noticed one strange thing on pottery road just in front of our house. All slabs were recently repaired and cemented by the people but this one slab was kept open just behind this huge tree with full of a green canopy, almost every time, I go near this tree, I click a picture of it because it’s beautiful. Every day I notice, a few people coming and just getting down through that open slab and fill water in different sizes of the pot. And these people live in a nearby slum area.
Whenever I saw it, It compelled me to think about the people who don’t have everyday water for daily use and fill it from this somehow unusual drain water lane. This whole thing brought two kinds of emotions into my mind: the first one is that I was feeling sad that even till today people in our country don’t have access to water and they have to fulfill their basic necessities through unusual ways and the second feeling was about the Indianness way of dealing things, how did someone get to know that there is water source just below that one slab, how did those people decide not to cement that particular slab, how everyone in the slum area got to know about this water source and they started coming and filling water from there? And how come no one from the road administration department did care to know why one slab of this drain water lane is still open?
Whatever is the reason, this open slab of drain water lane is acting as a ray of hope for people leaving in nearby area and also pottery road finally living up to its name.
“The constitution is not for the exclusive benefit of governments and states; it is not only for lawyers and politicians and officials and those highly placed. It also exists for the common man, for the poor and the humble, for those who have businesses at stake, ‘for the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker'”
Justice Vivian Bose, 1956
While I was reading this book that celebrates the contribution of ordinary people in shaping the constitution of India, a heinous and brutal crime was being committed in the largest State of India. A Dalit girl was brutally raped by upper caste men in the Hatharas district of UP and she subsequently succumbs to her injury in a Delhi hospital. But the Orwellian thing about the whole incident is that the girl was denied dignity even in her death. Her body was cremated in the mid-night without informing her family, and the police didn’t give access to her family to see her one last time. It shows that even after the seven decades of the enactment of the Constitution of India, justice seems very far away especially for the marginalized sections of the society though, this book paints a different picture altogether.
People’s Constitution turns out to be a unique book for me because even till now I used to think that fighting for constitutional rights and going to Supreme Court has always been the prerogative of the educated and the elites of our country. The book gives the subaltern perspective on Indian Constitutional Law and constitutional rights and how the Constitution of India was shaped and transformed by the marginalized sections of the society. As the author of this book puts it, ” the Constitution didn’t descend upon the people; it was produced and reproduced in everyday encounters.”
The book narrates the cases of constitutional significance led by ordinary people during the first two decades of the enactment of the Constitution of India. It shows that how the honest prostitutes, invisible butchers, Marwari merchants, vegetable vendors, and other ordinary citizens showed exceptional courage and also ‘constitutional consciousness’ in those days itself. They took the legal route to fight for their fundamental rights. The idea is that constitution was interpreted in different ways by the ordinary people of the country and it was not the only prerogative of the elites. And the fascinating thing about this book is that the author has taken special effort to sit in the Supreme Court archive room and go through the important government orders, notifications, documents and the arguments exchanged between both the parties and showed in his book that various things happen around an important case when the case is being heard in the Supreme Court.
And the best thing I liked about this book was that the litigation/case in the court should never be seen in terms of winning and losing. The arguments exchanged in the courtroom and the discussion outside in media and in the public have a huge significance because it brings out all the nuances of that particular issue and what was the public sentiment about it and how it was played around in the public memory.
Also, I noticed one more interesting pattern, how the document of the Constitution of India was being used by both the parties who were asking for their rights and other who were trying to prohibit or ban the particular activity. For instance: if Husna Bai was asking from the Court to protect her freedom of trade and profession of prostitution, at the same time, her critics and also Durga Bhai Deshmukh & Rameshwari Nehru had been instrumental in enactment of prohibitions laws on human trafficking and forced labor on the basis of Article 23 of the Constitution. And also in the case of banning cow-slaughter on the basis of Article 28 leading to The Hanif Querishi Case displayed that proponents and opponents of the ‘cow slaughter ban’ chose the constitutional methods to fulfill their goals.
The author claims that the Indian constitutionalism is still unexplored and understudied because it defies easy explanations. The constitutionalism as a concept is based on the desirability of the rule of law rather than the arbitrary rule of men, but the irony is that both simultaneously exist in India as we can see the ordinary people going to court to fight for their fundamental rights and at the same time there is no rule of law in many parts of the country.
The important argument of the author is that these cases filed by ordinary people were mostly related to their daily lives. And these ordinary people were from mostly minority communities or subaltern groups. And the final argument is that these people went to court to secure their economic rights which were getting hampered as the new Indian State was trying to regulate the market.
In just 228 pages the author has shown the remarkable stories of marginalized and deprived sections of the society that have already been started striving for their constitutional rights just after the enactment of the Constitution of India. The book is quite comprehensive, and most of the time feels like an academic research paper 😉 However, the book is one of the unique attempts to recognize the study of constitutionalism from below and how the constitution created a platform through which the citizens and the State can communicate with each other.
However, the reach of the Indian Constitution for the marginalized sections of the society has not been substantive enough till now. Though the author celebrates the contribution and participation of the marginalized sections as well as minority communities of the Indian society in using the newly enacted Constitution to empower themselves. However, I still believe in the short story of “Naya Kanoon” (The New-Constitution), also mentioned in the book, by one of the greatest Urdu writers Sadaat Hasan Manto written in the context of the Government of Indian Act 1935. This story is still relevant because the ordinary poor people, (remember the migrant crisis during the lockdown), still treated in the same way by the State as the Ustaad Mangu, the tonga driver in this story was treated by the policeman. So the Kanoon is still the “old one”.
Far, far away, someone was weeping, but the world was sleeping, any dream will do.
Andrew lloyd Webber & Timothy Rice
“No women wants to get into sex work. It’s not that they made a choice, but rather that they had no choice to make. Their life is tough but sex workers so often just to live to create a better future for their kids. It is the single overriding reason why they carry on.”
Excerpt from the Book
I read this book last year, and it hit me quite hard. We can really never understand what circumstances made someone choose the profession of sex work especially at the bottom of the pyramid. However, I didn’t get enough peace and thinking space for writing the review of this book. I don’t know how to express my lack of knowledge about this topic but I still know nothing about the lives of sex-workers to comment on their profession and their lives. Honestly, I am feeling perplexed because this book shows to me that they are doing sex work out of desperation and poverty. A woman is forced to sell her body for fifty rupees or even for a meal or some milk for their infant. Thinking of this situation only makes me sad and empty. Still, these people despite facing struggles and problems in their lives, show us the courage, resilience, strength, hope, and optimism towards life and it’s so amazing, it compels the author and also me to put our problems in perspective and they seem very small.
Recently I was also reading this book called, “A People’s Constitution” where the author has dedicated one chapter that talks about sex, work and freedom in the Constitution. In this chapter, many women whose main livelihood is sex-work assert that this is their livelihood and they have the fundamental right to practice their profession that is guaranteed under Article 19 of the Indian Constitution. However, the author of this book-Rohit Dey also informs us that the term ‘prostitution’ in India was entirely a creation of colonial law.
As the author of this book shows that there were many myths and misconceptions about sex work in India. There were absolute denial, apathy and stigma towards the idea of sex and sexuality. As per one survey, about five women in every thousand involved in sex work.
This book gives you practical lessons about public health and dealing with people and the community when they are in the most vulnerable and desperate situations. This book makes you realize how public health can be delivered through successful community participation. The role of people is very important in dealing with any virus. And we can see even during this current pandemic, the prevention of this virus is dependent on people’s following of some basic rules. And when people have the ownership and they are engaged in dealing with the problem, they will come up with innovative solutions.
As the author shows the successful role of the community in the Sonagachi area in Kolkata. And the best thing is that they have organised themselves to deliver services safely, addressing the root cause of their vulnerability and also emerged as prime agents of change. They have created their own association named Durbar Mahila Samanwaya Cooperative (DMSC) which has three parts: Service provision including clinics, a cooperative bank, and a cultural wing. And this association is also quite vocal about recognition of sex work as an occupation and preserving & protecting their occupational rights asserting that it’s their fundamental rights.
However, there are some revelations in the book: For instance, brothel sex is very minimal in the country. In fact, it is dominated by street-based sex work and also practiced in homes by middle-class women to keep their houses running and sometimes for funding the education of their kids. The author also talks about ‘Devadasi tradition’ and also met various Devadasis who practice sex-work. As the author finds out during his travel to these places and speaking to affected women, the Devadasi tradition has become a front for impoverished parents to get their young daughters into sex work. In fact, as per the Policy Brief on Devadasi legislations published by CLPR, shows that poverty, caste domination, patriarchy & religion are the main causes for the Devdasi system to still flourish.
The best thing mentioned in this book about the Avahan mission led by the author Ashok Alexander with the support of Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation is that it made a substantial improvement in the lives of sex-workers and halted the HIV virus among the most vulnerable people in the country. The Avahan movement helped India to achieve one of the Millenium Development Goals (Goal 6-To combat HIV/AIDS). However, this achievement was never celebrated due to the stigma attached to this disease.
The most touching part of this book was narration of those stories of hope and courage. Despite all odds and facing so many challenges, these people show us how to smile even if you are in the most desperate and vulnerable situation and how not to lose hope anytime. The story of Parvati ( an acid attack victim & also a sex worker), Kamla (who was raped by five men), Danny (got infected to HIV in his mother’s womb), Kavita( a sex-worker from Shimoga who later on became part of Avahan and Ashodaya), Shahid ( a HIV positive who later on became director of program for Ashodaya) and many others are stories of hope and courage. Our lives look so easy and comfortable as compared to their lives and even after this, we crib about many things but they are struggling and smiling and spending each day living a life of dignity in so much adversity.
And in the end, you have nothing but these moving & memorable stories to think about and remember.
On July 10th, 2020, a six-year-old girl fell into a stormwater drain in the Marathahalli area while playing with her friends. She is the daughter of Nityananda and Boni Koli. They are migrants from Assam, living in the nearby slum area. Her father works as a security guard and mother as a domestic worker. And there has been no update on this incident till now. Who is responsible for this tragic incident? This incident shows the ‘hazards of being poor’ as also mentioned by the authors of this book. The poor people’s lives inextricably linked to huge amounts of risks not only related to income/food but also related to health, political violence, crime, and different kinds of shocks like the recently declared lock down amid the covid-19 pandemic.
This book has always been part of my reading list but when both the authors of this book won the Nobel prize last year, I decided that I have to finish this book soon. The curiosity and the zeal to find solutions how to eradicate poverty and why they do whatever they do in their lives and why policies world over fail to bring about a substantial difference in their lives, has always intrigued me.
I have always been moved by people’s lives. If I see people living in difficult circumstances, I always ask myself why life is so unfair for a few people and a bed of roses for some. And many times I felt like crying inside because I am helpless as if I can’t do anything about it. Why someone has to lose its dignity because of a lack of resources. This is inhuman. Poverty is itself so inhuman. It makes you miserable from inside and you don’t have the strength to face the world.
These are some of the pertinent questions asked by the authors in this book. Why is there still poverty in the world or India? Why well thought out policies of the government of India have been failing to eradicate poverty for a long time? Why does no one ask the poor about their choices, their priorities, and why they are making the choices what are they making? It is absolutely necessary to understand the reasons behind their choices/decisions in life to frame better policies for eradicating poverty?
It’s not that the world has not tried to eradicate poverty. However, there are different ideologies/views present in the world to solve the problem of poverty. Jeffrey Sachs in his book, “The End of Poverty” says that ‘foreign aid’ is the key. Even aid establishment institutions like the United Nations and the World Health Organization believe in spending money on aid. William Easterly, Dambisa Moyo & others are not in favor of providing aid as they both argue that aid does more harm than good. They believe that we should respect people’s freedom if they don’t want anything, there is no point in forcing it upon them. Darren Acemoglu & James A Robinson’s theory of institutions given in his famous book-“Why Nations Fail”, believes in a fundamental change of the institutions to bring about any positive change in the country. However, there is hardly any focus on understanding the choices of the people and why they do what they do.
Mostly we judge poor people about the choices they make in their lives. Why don’t they save enough for them for the difficult period? Why do they produce many kids if they can’t afford a better life for them? Why don’t they take benefits of the government schemes? Why poor people don’t want health insurance? Do the poor really have a choice to control their fertility decisions? Why children of the poor don’t learn anything despite going to schools? Why don’t they get enough nutrients?
The authors had made it clear that there is really no difference between the decision-making of the poor and other people because they are also normal human beings. They also have the same problems of temptations, lack of self-control, weak beliefs, procrastination, and the problem of ‘time inconsistency’. Through various surveys, interviews and other evidence, the authors have shown that somehow the whole system is designed or exists in a way that makes it really impossible for the poor to come out of the vicious circle of poverty. For instance, they don’t have access to formal banking institutions and if they have, they have to pay higher interest rates, they don’t have any fallback option in the condition of shocks like demonetization or the recent lockdown, poor children are not wanted in schools unless they show some exceptional capabilities and also forced to drop out, they don’t have faith in the public health system because of the combination of beliefs as well as psychological sunk cost effect. And because of all these things, the poor may become skeptical about supposed opportunities and the possibility of any radical change in their lives, and also since they suffer from low depression, they lack the capacity to make sound decisions. And the vicious circle continues.
However, it’s not all doomsday scenario as the authors have also provided ways that can be used to bring about substantial change in the lives of the people. The fundamental argument of the authors is that ‘it is not always necessary to fundamentally change the institutions to bring about any positive difference rather change can also happen at the margin.’ According to the authors, though they didn’t find any magic bullet, they certainly found out few ways to improve the lives of the poor:
Poor lack of credible information. So there is a need for innovative, credible, and simple information campaigns to make people aware of various schemes and their benefits and also their rights.
Use the default options and nudges to enforce positive behaviors as they don’t have enough time & resources to think about themselves to make decisions.
Policies are failed in poor countries because of three Is-Ideology, Inertia and Ignorance and there is a need to realize the fact that change can also happen at the margin.
There is a need to change the expectations of people. There was evidence that when villagers in remote areas of Karnataka got to know that girls can get jobs if they are skilled in computers, they started sending their girls to school.
Not only this, micro-credit, better education for their children, good jobs, insurance against health & weather disasters, social safety-net and minimum income support can help the poor to get out of the trap. And these small initiatives will bring a little bit of hope and comfort in their lives which will give them strength and courage to think about their future. However, as even authors of this book agree that there is a lot more to know and understand regarding the lives of people. Despite that in only 273 pages, the authors have talked about all the basic problems that keep the poor in the vicious circle and what can be done and how we should not reduce all the problems to the same set of general principles. The time has come to listen the poor and the understand the logic of their choices.
“He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how”- Nietzsche
The human mind is an enigma. It’s nearly impossible to understand the complexity of the human mind, and what I feel is that we create assumptions, theories and try to predict the nature of human beings but we can never be one hundred percent certain what’s going on in someone’s mind. I might be wrong. But till now my experiences of extremity in my life, readings of Behavioral sciences, self-help books, and also studying a little bit of psychology because one of my aunts did post-graduation in psychology and she used to narrate various stories to me in my childhood, compel me to think like this.
The recent passing away of Sushant Singh Rajput will always be a riddle because no one knows what was going on in his bright mind. Why would he do something like this? When he was like an inspiration to the younger generation and also quite intelligent, driven, hardworking, passionate about his work. Then how he didn’t find one reason to make his life meaningful at that moment when he felt broken from inside. Why did he feel emptiness and meaninglessness in his life? By the way, I am not here to comment on his life or anything because even I also used to look up to him as an inspiration. The author of this book and Sushant Singh Rajput had one common thing. They both quoted Nietzsche. The author has used the above-mentioned quote( “He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how”) many times in the book. The main message of this book is hidden in this quote. If we have found out our ‘why’ to live, we can survive any circumstances in our life.
The author narrates his personal experience living as a prisoner in a concentration camp during the Holocaust period and makes the reader believe that whatever conditions and circumstances you face in your life, it’s up to you how you respond to it. It’s up to you not to give up and have hope. Because “You cannot control what happens to you in life. but you can always control what you will feel and do about what happens to you,” says the author. As the author kept himself alive and also kept himself hopeful, thinking about his wife and meeting her again and also dreamt of giving lectures about the psychological sessions to be learned from the Auschwitz experience.
As per the author’s finding, life is a quest for meaning and not a quest for pleasure or power as believed by Freud and Alfred Adler respectively. There are three sources of meaning to life, according to the author:
In work-doing something significant
In love-care for another person or by experiencing something; love is the ultimate and highest goal to which man can aspire for
In courage-in difficult time; the attitude we take towards unavoidable suffering
This book has tremendously changed my perspective on life, love, suffering, and courage. Your work/passion can be the reason for your happiness and you don’t have to run for it, you have to dedicate yourself towards it. The author has a unique perspective on love. He was deeply in love with his wife even when he was not aware of her whereabouts or sure about her being alive. Because loving someone can be the reason for your life and you don’t need that person physically present or even alive to love that person, tells the author.
His thoughts about ‘suffering’ take you on a spiritual journey. If life has a meaning, then there must be a meaning in suffering. And if suffering has a meaning or a reason, it will not remain as suffering. I don’t know what best example I can give for this but somehow, when I was preparing for Civil services, It was really tough emotionally and financially both but I still remember those days as one of the best days of my life because I had one reason: I was chasing my dream. And no power on earth can take that ‘experience’ from me even if I didn’t get final selection in that examination even after appearing for interview twice.
“That which does not kill me makes me stronger.”
And the best thing about suffering as told by the author is that we can never fathom someone else’s suffering because the size of human suffering is absolutely relative. But the most amazing thing is that a tiny thing/incident can give you the greatest joys of your life.
I really can’t compare this current pandemic to the situation of concentration camps but an analogy can definitely be drawn. Even in a terrible situation like living in a concentration camp when you never know when you will be sent to gas chambers, the author kept himself sane. Similarly, surviving during this pandemic is quite hard for everyone because it has turned everyone’s life upside down. However, this is the time we need to have the courage to survive and maybe narrate the ordeals of this pandemic to our future generations or to fulfill our dreams.
So the crux of this seven-decade and only 153 pages book is that “never-give-up” and keep faith in any kind of situation because it’s you who is in charge and it’s you who can control how you respond to that particular situation. Because as the author shows through his experience of dealing with patients, his fellow prisoners, and also with people who had attempted ‘self-harm’ in past that there is a close linkage between loss of hope and the state of immunity of the body and how it can have a lethal effect on your body. In the last few pages of his book, he also talks about his logo-therapy which literally means ‘to find a meaning in one’s life’ and how this therapy re-humanized psychiatry and became the third stream of psychotherapy.
If you have not found ‘meaning’ still in this blog, let me make it more clear to you: It’s us who have to change our ‘attitude’ towards life and it really does not matter what we expect from our life but rather what life expects from us. It’s us who will have to give meaning to our lives by taking the responsibility in finding the right answers to our quest to live.
“Death is inevitable; Each moment is precious; Nothing matters in the End”
Recently, in a small conversation, I said, “We all are going to die” in the context of this dreaded pandemic. I could see the expression of people disliking that comment because no one wants to talk about death in our society. Death is seen as inauspicious and something bad. We all want to live in a fantasy and don’t want to think or realize that we all have limited time. And this thinking has repercussions not only on our health but also on our future. As the author says, “how we seek to spend our time may depend on how much time we perceive you will live forever.”
This book is actually about the experience of death and how the medicine and medical system have failed to understand how to deal with a finite life and make final years a joyful experience than torturous days of your life. And how do we forget the inevitability of death and the fleeting nature of life? And when we become old, we don’t want to talk about death, we talk about living.
The beauty of this book is that it has been written by a surgeon who is also a professor at Harvard Medical School. This book has his personal accounts of dealing with terminal patients and also the death of his own father. The author shows through his various interview of patients suffering from a terminal illness that how the medical system has failed to educate the medical professionals about aging, frailty, or dying. And how to inform or educate a patient about his condition? How the whole process unfolds and how does it make an impact the people around them?
I remember even I didn’t understand the value of death, and what does death means to me till someone close died in my family. The problem with us as a society is that we teach everyone, not so important things – earn a lot of money, build a big house, clear all damn exams existing in the world by memorizing all formulas, cram an entire dictionary for that GRE examination and also prepare to go abroad and earn a shit load of money. But no one teaches us how we should live our lives. What is the meaning of death? And especially, when we become old, we don’t know what we are fighting for. What are our priorities? What are the trade-offs we are willing to make? We don’t discuss what are our fears/hope for the future. What are we willing to sacrifice? What are we willing to lose, and what are we not willing to lose?
How care of the elderly changed from ‘multi-generational systems support’ provided by the family to institutionalized nursing homes in our times. Modern nursing homes act as prisons. The Elderly don’t feel good in these homes. They feel restricted, chained and their health gets worse in these nursing homes. Old people living here always felt the longing for being at home where they can have their privacy and the ‘purpose of living’ in their everyday life.
We are so engrossed in living this life that we forgot to ask the question what’s the purpose of our lives? Did we ever ask this question to us? What makes life worth living when we will become old and frail and unable to care for ourselves? To answer this question, the author discusses psychologist Abraham Maslow‘s influential paper, “A Theory of Human Motivation” which is depicted in the form of a pyramid and talks about the hierarchy of needs of the people. According to Maslow, ‘safety’ and ‘survival’ remain the primary and fundamental goals of our life even in our old age.
Old age only brings some slowness and calmness in our lives. People in old age focus on being rather than doing and they live in a present than the future. Old age generally functions at the peak of this pyramid and focuses on ‘self-actualization.’ “Living is a kind of skill. The calm and wisdom of old are achieved over time,” says the author. As per various experiments (discussed in this book by the author) conducted during some crises like the 9/11 attacks, the SARS epidemic 2003, etc., old and young both valued the bliss of life and focused on being rather than doing. This might be true for the current pandemic also. People these days from both young or old generation are slowly realizing the meaning of life.
This book also shows the results of experiments of assisted living done on various old people where they were given small freedoms in terms of taking care of plants, spending time with a cat, a dog or a bird, etc., helped them to live a longer life. The most important finding of the experiment was “having a reason to live” reduced the death rate. Harvard Philosopher Josiah Royce in his book, “The Philosophy of Loyalty,” inform us that people seek a cause beyond themselves. That cause could be anything: it can be small or very big. ‘We all require devotion to something more than ourselves for our lives to be endurable.’
The only way death is not meaningless is to see yourself as part of something greater: a family, a community, a society. If you don’t, mortality is only a horror. But if you do, it is not.
Josiah Royce(The Philosophy of Loyalty)
The biggest problem in the medical sector is that they never focused on the well-being of the people, rather they focused on health. They concentrated on repair/maintenance of our body parts and not the nurturing of the human soul. Not only medical field but the society as a whole needs to understand this, as people grow old and become aware of their fleeting life, they are more interested in writing the story of their lives and believe in simply being rather than doing.
Amid this pandemic, there is a need to remember our old traditions of the ‘art of dying’ and accept the death and decline as normal and eternal truth. Also, be ready to accept our lives in old age that will come along with sickness, frailty, isolation and we will need the support and care of others. We should rather not spend the last days of our life in ICU and spend it with our family members. In just 263 pages, the author has said a lot of things about life and death and most importantly how medical science/field can correct the wrong committed till today not accepting the inevitability of old age and death. Acceptance will lead to finding solutions that can make old people’s lives better and joyful in their last days.
“Happiness is when what you think, what you say and what you do are in harmony”
It took one microorganism to make us aware of the fleeting nature of this life. There is a sense of realization among all of us about a lot of things. How all of us were just running a rat race to reach somewhere which we didn’t even know? We wanted to be productive 24*7 and 365 days of the year. We were collecting all material resources but we didn’t have enough time to experience the pleasure of those things. The current lock down forced us to slow down. This pandemic made us realize the value of happiness, satisfaction and living our life in the moment. This whole crisis is reminding us to be sensitive towards other human beings, nature and, especially towards our own lives.
However, a lot of us are not happy now and also we were not happy earlier. When things were so-called normal, we had other problems to talk about and now in this ‘new normal’, we are not happy because our movement is restricted, we are not able to go out and do whatever we want. As per the World Happiness Report 2020, India was ranked 144 out of 156 countries. Why do Indians not perceive themselves to be happy? What is the reason behind it? Did we ever learn about happiness in our schools or colleges? Did someone from our family ever talked about happiness or being mindful of our thoughts and emotions?
Though whenever we touched the feet of our elders, they told us to ‘be happy’, no one taught us how to be happy and what is happiness and what needs to be done to achieve happiness. We realize the value of happiness as we grow or we face some difficult phases in our life or maybe some people might be realizing the value of happiness during this lock down amid the unprecedented corona virus pandemic.
Nevertheless, the Delhi government’s experiment to start a happiness class in schools for class I to VIII has not only inspired the other Indian states but also other countries. During the recent visit by the US President, the first lady Millenia Trump visited one of the schools of Delhi government and attended the happiness class and found it “very inspiring”. This book is a story of the Delhi education model. It’s written by the education minister and the Deputy Chief Minister in the Delhi government. Written in a very simple language and a few pages, he covers all the radical reforms as well as innovative ideas taken by his team to make this idea a talking point for not only the country but also for the world.He, along with his colleagues Atishi Marlena and Shailendra Sharma took this experiment of bringing about radical reforms in the education system of the Delhi government.
These reforms are holistic as it covered almost every aspect be it infrastructure, allocation of the budget towards the education sector, empowering the principal to appoint estate managers and providing high- quality training to teachers, engaging parents through mega-PTM and School Management Committee(SMC) , and most importantly creating the education model of coexistence through happiness classes and entrepreneurship mindset curriculum.
Starting a happiness class with a happiness curriculum in a government school of India is a path-breaking step by the Delhi government towards pursuing happiness not only as a State but as a nation. Happiness curriculum is based on the “co existential thought” (Madhasth Darshan) inspired by education philosopher A Nagraj. This thought is based on understanding all aspects of life, including spiritual, intellectual behaviour, and material. The idea is to address the mental and emotional needs of the children by creating a stimulating environment through mindfulness, critical thinking, story-telling, and activity-based discussions where children reflect on their thoughts and reactions scientifically. Through these processes, the child becomes self-aware and also towards family, society, and its surroundings.
Anecdotal evidence shows that there have been noticeable changes happening among the children. Behavior of students is changing towards their teachers and parents. They are becoming inquisitive towards learning other subjects. This book mentions some interesting anecdotes from happiness class where one child started asking his mother if there is any food for her before eating dinner and one kid became aware of his father’s financial situation and stopped asking for an expensive school bag.
It is so ironic for us as a society as well as a nation that we taught our children mathematics, science, history, geography, economics, business, etc, but we never taught them how to be happy, how to be mindful of our thoughts, how to critically analyze any issue before making any judgement, how to live in harmony with nature. We learned how to make money but we didn’t know how to live our lives with satisfaction and enjoyment because it’s not about material things, a high paying job or, a big house we have but its about how do we feel inside? Are we able to understand our emotions? Why are we feeling what we are feeling?
Amid this pandemic leading to this moment of reflection, we as a family, as a society and as a nation need to realize the value of inculcating happiness, self-awareness, satisfaction, and how to live in harmony with nature. So, this is the moment we should start pursuing the feeling of happiness forever as an individual, as a family, as a society, and as a nation.