Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Kaliyug!



It is believed that the world is currently in the Kali yuga. For those who don’t know what that means, it is the last stage of the world according to Indian scriptures (kindly google more for the detailed meaning). I am not saying the world is going to end, no, please! My interpretation is that currently, it is the age of the devil/evil. When in India, I’d have the luxury of reading the newspaper in detail, but now my paper happens to be the computer. And all I read on news websites are about innocent people being killed, girls being raped by their own kin let alone unknown monsters on the streets.

While I cried for the tiny tots who had not even begun experiencing the joy of living and learning, I quite but naturally felt anger, hatred and an urge to kill the bastards who gang-raped the medical student in Delhi. Prior to this incident, I have witnessed another similar one myself. My mom was in the Intensive Care Unit for almost 9 days and was hanging by a thread for her life. If that was not enough, I found myself looking at a girl my age with umpteen tubes all over and her legs slightly apart, in a sitting position. All she did was ask me for a glass of water and I looked around wondering why no nurse would give her a glass of water. I was promptly admonished to leave the room and was left wondering what was wrong with her. She was a 23 year old medical student (again!), celebrating the occasion of her engagement with a gang of 7 boys. She was the only girl and went for drinks as she was due to be married in a month. It was more of a send-off party for her. The boys got drunk and the unthinkable happened in the rear of the car. She was thrown out of the car right in front of the hospital and she got herself admitted.

If this were not enough, the cops and the doctor (can’t blame them), asked her to explain in detail about the horrid incident. Mom said questions ranged from what they used on her, where did they use it and so on. My mom was so horrified that she called one of my very close male friends and pleaded with him not to take me out anywhere or send me out with anyone! And I had just recently told her that I was in love! I didn’t know whether to feel pity for my mom or laugh at her for feeling so scared.
So when I read the news about the gang-rape in Delhi, I immediately thought about the girl I encountered. I don’t know what her state is now and sincerely hope she is doing ok. But what has really changed? Women are still being raped, not just by some unknown monsters but also by one’s own family members! In Delhi, a rape happens every 22 minutes!

What really is wrong with such men? Do we blame their parents for their upbringing? Do we blame the friends they chose during their formative years? We can reason out for each and every question put forth. My mom always says that it is the parents’ duty to instil the right values from a very young age. I still remember my mom asking me not to touch anything in someone’s house till I got permission to do so. She didn’t call it theft directly but in her own way she taught me that something which did not belong to me should never be taken. This is to quote a simple example. When I reached my teens, all she said was, I could have as many male friends as I wanted, but that I always had to maintain a physical distance from them. She didn’t call them rapists or anything, lol! All she meant was there was a limit even in friendship especially when it came to the opposite sex. I was blessed to have found some amazing male friends who I still share a lovely relationship with. But I always thank mom for the small advice she gave me time and again just to reiterate on certain values. So does that mean that these rapists were not brought up well by their parents? I understand that some families in India have time just to make ends meet. They are not going to have moral science classes for their boys. They mostly grow up themselves and it now leads us to the question of what friends we have.

I saw the last interview of the infamous killer Ted Bundy where he said he had no complaints about his upbringing but as a teen, he was introduced to porn and that influenced his thoughts which led to the unpleasant crimes he committed. So how do we choose the right friends? Even if one man on that bus was a decent guy, he’d have stopped his friends from committing the crime. Everyone blames the government but think again, what would they do? In such a large country as mine, it is tough to check everyone’s background. How many of us check the background of our maids or drivers when we hire them? We will surely do it when such incidents come up, else all we want is someone to help us and we end up hiring a person with a valid DL or a maid who comes to the neighbour’s house as well. There was once a maid who worked in almost 5 houses in an apartment. She stole from one house and never turned up to work. Should we blame the first house who hired her or our ignorance?
What can or what should we do about this?

Men – If you want to have sex, and don’t have a partner, kindly don’t prowl the streets looking for innocent women. Prostitution is not new in India and you can freely find women and ‘quench your thirst’. Such women are willing to sell their bodies for your pleasure so you don’t have to take the trouble of finding women. I am NOT promoting prostitution! All I am saying is, there are avenues where you can find women willing to please you. I once went to a pub and saw a group of young girls having a gala time. When it was time to leave, she was pitch drunk and the group had disintegrated. She was leaving with some guy, equally drunk. God alone knows whether they knew each other or were just hooking up (I doubt they’d have remembered anything the next morning!). So, bottom line is, there are other avenues to do the act and not act upon your needs by needlessly spoiling someone’s life.

Women – Yes, we live in a society where moms are generally scared when their daughters tell them that they’re being harassed. Instead of supporting them and doing the needful, they are asked to stay put as though it is their fault being born a woman. Times are changing but majority of the society still functions this way. I read an article on why the Delhi police think that women deserve to be raped! Though some points boiled my blood, I can’t help but agree upon some of them. We live in India – period. You cannot expect people to give a ‘I don’t care’ look when a woman wears clothes other than a salwar kameez or saree. Anything that is above your knee is like you have come out wearing only a bra! I wear skirts and dresses too but women should know where to wear them. Wear it to a party, when you are with family, but not when you’re going to a busy market. Men there are not educated. They who watch adult movies will only compare you to them when you are clothed in such a way. Women reading this will want to verbally abuse me for saying this, but hell this is the truth!

You have to know your limits in India. Only now people are getting used to PDA, let alone homosexuality. We do not live in an American or European society where you can freely express love! Trust me; my mom is extremely broad-minded considering her background and upbringing. But when she saw 2 women kiss on a train here in Hong Kong, her jaws dropped! Some things will never change. It’s just engrained in their minds. Next, please do not go out with men alone. It sounds child-like but it’s the basic advice I’d give any woman. Again I am quoting my mom here. She always says she trusts me with 10 men in a room at a party and knows nothing will happen but does she trust those 10 men? Even if they happen to be my buddies? No. I wouldn’t myself. When one begins drinking uncontrollably, he may fail to recognise his own sister. And any woman is not going out with 10 men to get raped; she trusts them and wants to have fun and hence goes. But things are not hunky-dory every time! Even in the USA there was an incident where a 16 year old was ‘hanging out’ with her male friends and they all got drunk. Her naked pictures were posted online the next day and the boys claimed they knew nothing of it! Such is the power of alcohol. Unless one is sure of self-control, such things will happen. It’s up to us women to make the sane choice.

Lastly, when parents advise, please please please listen to it. As a teen, I also rebelled and created a ruckus when I was not allowed to step out after a certain time. But now I realise how important each and every advice of theirs was. Teens are meant to rebel, else they are not growing up right, but teens also have the basic sense of right and wrong. What we learn and inculcate then is going to stick to us for life. Pick the right friends. The minute you sense something they do is against your value system, there is absolutely nothing wrong in voicing your opinion. If it doesn’t work, it’s the right time to move away. Some people are meant to do bad; call it karma, fate whatever. But we are always given a chance to take the right decision and we should not let go of it.

And yes, I sincerely hope that the wrongdoers in the Delhi case are castrated and then hanged to death.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Panacea

Born into a traditional south Indian family, there was no choice but to enrol in some art form. Music and/or dance had to be a vital part of my life. And so, when I turned 5, my mother promptly enrolled me in both music and dance classes. Loved dance the instant I put those little anklets on. However, music was another story all together. I still remember, the pet used to be called Daffy and I’d hate to be in its vicinity and to top that, I had to sing the same thing again and again. It took me a while to realise that I’d been blessed with a wonderful, patient teacher. But at that age, who even thought about people and their value in our lives?

My mom who loves me to bits (whose mom doesn’t!? Duh!), had to ‘throw a bomb’ at me after a few months. “Krithika, you’re a girl. You cannot dance forever; you will get married, have children…” which indirectly meant I’d become FAT and that dance won’t look good! “So it’s going to be only music for you from now on”. I felt let down (whatever that meant to a 5 year old). But I supposedly had a natural talent and picked up quite fast. It seems when I was 2, I’d run out while my mom was at her artistic best (rangoli drawing) and sing loudly which could be heard in my neighbouring flat too. An uncle would call out to his wife and say that the apartment’s Lata Mangeshkar was there and that she should come and listen to me!!! Wow! Too much! But when my mom told me this, I finally decided to put my heart into it. Not that I practiced, but I managed to attend classes regularly and also tried to be nice with Daffy; the only pet I ever went close to (The only other pet I’ve petted is my friend’s – Scooby boy, the simple and laid back lab. This happened when I was like 17!!).


All this history is to acknowledge my humble step towards understanding and most importantly enjoying music. Since my father is deaf and mute, my mom was always fearful that I’d be born that way. But the person above who is directing us all, decided to send me down normally and my mom was not going to let me away like that. I was a prized possession and she always said that God gave me this talent to compensate for what my dad didn’t have. I feel so emotional when my father places his hands on my vocal chords to ‘feel’ my voice. But the pride in his eyes is heart warming indeed!

So yes, as usual I digress quite a bit but I’ll try to come back to what I am meaning to write. Music – tough to define what it is but I can definitely write about what it does to me. It is a panacea of sorts. When I am happy, I always listen to Rahman; when sad it has to be Ilayaraja’s classics and when contemplative, it has to be a soothing Rag. I generally listen to Ustad Rashid Khan ‘cause his voice does something to me. My husband’s slowly introducing me to western music – country, hard rock and so on. Even that kind of music for sure has a positive effect.

Music gifted me with the best of friends, a music team in which I found some talented, grounded, knowledgeable brothers and sisters, the best teachers and even my life partner. It was because of the music in me that my better half decided to take the plunge! And now, my broken leg is healing only because of the hours of music running in my ears and calming me down.

So, why this blog now? I was reading this month’s issue of Reader’s Digest (HK) which had an article on music’s healing powers and I realised that Ayurveda mentions of music therapy and how several Indian classical ragas have medicinal benefits. Thanks to time – which came to me for free ;), I decided to pick some of my favourite ragas which I listen to and sing often. I will try to provide some links of songs under the ragas and also what they help in curing.

Before I begin, I’d like to make sure that I cannot validate if they really cure diseases per say, but it definitely alleviates one’s mood  Also, I am familiar with Tamil movie songs more than any other language; Hindi comes next. So, the following list will feature these 2 languages. Now that I listen to Malayalam songs, I must say that the movie songs in Malayalam are highly classical based and extremely beautiful compositions. You can find raga based film songs in practically every Indian language you want. Hence this is just a nibble of this and that.

1. Raga: Ahir Bhairav (Chakravaka in Carnatic)
This rag is sung in the morning between 6 and 9am. It is said to cure issues relating to indigestion and hypertension. My most favourite compositions in this raga:
• Movie: Muthu, Song: Vidugathaya, Language: Tamil
• Movie: Karnan, Song: Ullathil nalla ullam, Language: Tamil
• Movie: Keladi Kanmani, Song: Nee paadhi naan paadhi, Language: Tamil
• Movie: Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam, Song: Albela Sajan, Language: Hindi
• Movie: Morning Raga, Song: Pibare Ramarasam
• Movie: Mandhira Punnagai, Song: Enna Kuraiyo, Language: Tamil
2. Raga: Sindhu Bhairavi (Bhairavi in Hindustani)
This rag is chosen as a concluding rag in most concerts. It is said to cure issues relating to sinuses, also helps in bringing in calmness to the mind. In short, it denotes peace and tranquillity. My favourite compositions in this raga:
• The first song which comes to mind is Mile Sur Mere Tumhara, the famous song denoting India’s national integration and unity in diversity. It’s on YouTube! I like the original version obviously, so my recommendation would be the original 
• Movie: Sindhu Bhairavi, Song: Naanoru Sindhu, Language: Tamil
• Movie: Simla Special, Song: Unakkenna mele nindrai, Language: Tamil
• Movie: Enga ooru paatukkaran, Song: Shenbagame, Language: Tamil
• Movie: Yejaman, Song: Oru naalum unnai maravada, Language: Tamil
• Movie: Satya, Song: Valai osai, Language: Tamil
• Movie: Punnagai Mannan, Song: Enna saththam, Language: Tamil
• Movie: Chinna Gounder, Song: Mutthu mani maala, Language: Tamil
• Movie: Kudrat, Song: Hamein tumse pyaar, Language: Hindi
• Movie: Mera naam Joker, Song: Jeena yahaan, Language: Hindi
• Movie: Dil hi to hai, Song: Laaga chunari mein daag, Language: Hindi
3. Raga: Darbari Kanada
This rag is said to be an important one sung in the evening/night. It supposedly cures headache and asthma. My favourite compositions in this raga:
• Movie: Mounam Sammadham, Song: Kalyana thenila, Language: Tamil
• Movie: Arangetra Velai, Song: Aahaaya Vennilave, Language: Tamil
• Movie: Sathi Leelavathi, Song: Marugo Marugo, Language: Tamil
• Movie: Karna, Song: Malare Mounama, Language: Tamil
• Since I grew up listening to a lot of Tamil songs, I am not aware of compositions in Hindi. There will be several wonderful ones and I will try and post some when I find them
4. Raga: Kaapi
This rag is derived from Raga Karaharapriya and is said to induce devotion and sometimes pathos. To me, it is always associated with lullabies. It calms you down instantly and makes you want to descend into a silent slumber. It cures issues relating to depression, anxiety and is also said to reduce absent mindedness. My favourite compositions in this raga:
• Song: Enna thavam seidhanai, Language: Tamil, Genre: Devotional
• Song: Jagadhodharana, Language: Kannada, Genre: Devotional
• Movie: Priya, Song: Hey! Paadal Ondru, Language: Tamil
• Movie: Roja, Song: Kadhal Rojave, Language: Tamil
5. Raga: Kedar
This rag is named after Lord Shiva and is one of my most favourite raga for its intricacy. Kedar is sung in the night and helps easing headaches, cold, cough and asthma. Compositions in this raga:
• Movie: Karnan, Song: En uyir thozhi, Language: Tamil
• Movie: Nayagan, Song: Nee oru kadhal sangeetham, Language: Tamil
• Movie: Indira, Song: Nila Kaaygirathu, Language: Tamil
• Movie: Ek Musafir Ek Hasina, Song: Aap yun hi agar humse, Language: Hindi
• Movie: Guddi, Song: Hum ko man ki shakthi, Language: Hindi
6. Raga: Madhuvanthi
This one is my MOST favourite rag! Intoxicates me every single time I listen to it. It is a romantic raga  An early evening raga, and is sung between 4 and 8pm. Madhuvanthi is said to heal piles. A few compositions in this raga:
• Movie: Kanda naal mudhal, Song: Kanda naal mudhal, Language: Tamil. Being a devotional song, you can listen to the classical version sung by several Indian classical vocalists
• Movie: Rosapoo ravikkaikaari, Song: Ennulil engo, Language: Tamil
Found only 2!! Maybe it is because I listen to a lot of this raga sung by the classical vocalists – the purest form!
7. Raga: Nat Bhairav
This is another favourite of mine as my Guru, Pt. Sri. Vishwanath Nakod , has composed a beautiful Surdas bhajan in this rag. I’m hoping to record it and upload it soon. A morning raga, Nat Bhairav is said to cure indigestion, headache and also help those with psychological disorders.
• Movie: Sathi Leelavathi, Song: Rajanodu rani, Language: Tamil
• Check out the Hindustani compositions online!
8. Raga: Puriya Dhanashree
Since this rag is sung at the time of transition from afternoon to evening, it is also called the Sandhiprakash raga. It creates an intense mood be it fear, compassion or romance. Puriya Dhanashree is said to help those who are anaemic, prevents acidity and also evokes a stable state of mind.
• Movie: Rangeela, Song: Hai Rama, Language: Hindi
• Movie: Ninaivellam Nithya, Song: Rojavai thaalaatum, Language: Tamil

There are umpteen ragas to choose from and each has its own magic. I’ve penned about just a few. Go on and explore this wonderful world!

Monday, March 19, 2012

Time for free!

We have all heard quotes and sayings about how not to take anything for granted in life and here I am, writing about just how I did ; not intentionally though. Moving to two countries in less than a year is no cakewalk but things went smoothly and in September, we moved to Hong Kong. Initially language looked like a huge menace but then I somehow got used to it.

When in Singapore, being unemployed was such a pain and I had so much time to kill. Thankfully in HK, I managed to find things to do, be employed and was enjoying all the free time I was getting. Being a homemaker, one generally does not realise how much work we do; starting from making a hot cup of coffee to making the bed before hitting the sack. Normal chores everyday but things we usually take for granted. Not that I am complaining about it, but I enjoy doing it. When you live in a clean home, you feel clean within. I also found so much happiness standing atop the marble slab and looking down from the 38th floor to take in the wonderful sight outside my window. A jump on top and back down – that’s all it took.

And then, 2 weeks back, it happened. I was extremely thrilled to have met friends from my hometown and speaking the local language itself was a pleasure all right! After a couple of hours of good food and drink, great conversation and generally a great time, we walked out to satisfy our sweet teeth (tooth for many?!) Bam! I’m down on my derriere with my ankle right under it! What a sight! The look on my husband’s face spelt – Drunk? Gosh no!

There was no looking back or rather there was no looking at how my ankle was ‘blooming’! Then, the usual story of being diagnosed with a multiple fracture and the wonderful news of being arrested for 6 weeks by a few sheets of plastic of Paris! I enjoy my free time all right, but here time was thrusting itself upon me saying, “I am for free, take me!”

I thought things which we get for free are never given up and freebees are always what we look out for. But two weeks into it, I am despising it. The 38th floor view has not vanished, but I can’t stand atop the slab anymore. I have to watch someone else do the cleaning and cooking. The clean home looks like a house now and I so feel unclean within. They say it’s like an extended holiday and I must put my feet up (literally!) and relax. Oh no! No more feet up please, and no more relaxing for me. I am so done. When I see the ladies head to the market, I feel jealous; when I see joggers and walkers on the running trail, I want to be there too. The’ things to do list’ gets longer only when you are NOT allowed to do anything! I can’t even go to the store to pick my favourite ice-cream.

Never gave a second thought to small pleasures of life. It just occurred and I enjoyed it. Now, this is all I yearn for. Even my writing looks rusty just like my back which has rested too long. Gosh! I can write so much better, but it’s all I can come up with. Dull, mundane, lifeless lines… But I can’t complain – one thing I can do with my feet up!