Ever since I was chased by a street dog, I have been
scared to pass even the smallest of Chihuahuas in my colony.
Ever since my friend was hit by a bull above her
left eye, I have been scared of all the members of the subfamily Bovinae. The
cows, the buffaloes, the yaks, and, of course, the bulls.
Ever since my aunt was threatened by a notorious
monkey over a bag of mangoes, I have been scared to make my presence felt in
any of the langoor-and-monkey
Ever since I saw a cat perform her ninja techniques
on a cushion in my cousin’s home, I have been scared of these little devils. Who
cares if someone’s cute when they can harm your smooth face within four
Ever since four huge pigs threatened people in a
neighboring locality, my visits to the said locality have become zero. No one
had to convince me, my instinct to be safe drew me into finding other safe places on the planet.
My solemn wish every time I venture out of my home
is to not meet a single dog, bull, pig, or cow on my way. Some wish, that is.
On good days, I cross my path with six or seven. On better days, I get to see a
serious-looking herd of cows and a pack of barking dogs waiting to test my
bravado. Also, this is one of the few times I connect with God.
Ever since I had to cross a pothole filled with a
powerful mixture of rainwater, plastics and animal dung, I have been reluctant
to set my foot on roads during monsoons.
Ever since there has been a mix of elephant rides,
horse carriages, cars, bikes, and buses etc on the Indian roads, I have become
skeptical of such diversity. It’s difficult for the animals to work according
to the human wishes. And, of course, who doesn’t know how inconsiderate human
drivers can be.
Ever since I have read the statistics of accidents
due to animals ‘partying’ on the roads, I have read more such unbelievable
statistics. Not really. I did nothing but let out a deep sigh.
I know those who say stray animals create nuisance –
whether in the form of diseases, dirt, or accidents. It’s true how many times I
have seen dead dogs and pigs in the middle of the road and how many times I
have witnessed a close call due to random animals in random places. It’s
carnage without being the fault of either of the parties involved, mostly. I
see more than nuisance here; I see unwarranted deaths; I see lives that can be
Ever since I saw a dog looking at me with pleading
eyes and almost-visible ribs, I have tried to carry an extra packet of biscuits
to feed the hungry animals on my way. It’s still scary to cross them but with
the knowledge that they mean no harm to me just like I don’t mean any harm to
them, I try.
Ever since I came to know about the cruelty of a
group of kids towards a helpless dog in the locality, I have tried to study the
laws regarding the protection of street dogs, and street animals in general.
People need to be explained that they need to
respect life. Just because animals cannot speak for themselves does not mean
they be tortured or teased. They desire respect just like we do. Animals do not
look for potential victims everywhere; they can be as friendly as your
childhood buddy. An animal that, if ever, harms you does it to defend itself;
the prime reasons being fear, pain, or just plain surprise.
The government needs to take this issue into
consideration and make appropriate arrangement for the street animals where
these creatures can live a life without being terrified of the two-legged
fellow beings. Street is not a suitable home for anyone, unless you consider
street-deaths as normal. They should get their
homes. It’s been a long time we Indians have been going ahead with the Chalta-Hai attitude. It’s not okay. Especially not okay when it
can be changed. They lead miserable lives on the streets suffering extreme
climatic conditions and diseases, even more often being chased around (mostly
without even a tiny morsel of bread in their stomachs) by violent civilians and
advocate slaughter houses to curb their population. But does the safety of a
home seem too much to ask for? Animal shelters, zoos, adoption – there are ways
to ensure they get a life just like we have.
I don’t understand why an Indian man was
killed because he was an Indian in a Pakistan jail after 22 years of misery,
and all the authorities did was talks. Hollow talks.
I don’t understand why a celebrity accused of
homicide runs a campaign called Being Human. Talk about irony.
I don’t understand why a certain man is
called The Silent Sikh when he can still ask questions like ‘Theek Hai?’
on his own behalf!
I don’t understand why the political parties
don’t pause for a minute from their agendas and show us their humane side. The
recent floods in a sacred place could really do without their power showcase.
Someone tell them – accusations don’t help.
I don’t understand why the worst painting
I’ve come across is not by my dog but by the politicians who paint on the
canvas of my country.
I don’t understand why everything foreign
dazzles us. The breaths of the newborns of our own nation might be suffocating
since decades but the media is more interested in the newborn of a nation whose
monarchy has lost its power.
I don’t understand why the population of
lizards, roaches, and worms have increased so much that they take a dive in mid-day
meals these days – so very often.
I don’t understand why the handful of honest
people we have, get suspended for being right. But, really, when people can be
put to jail for putting forth their views on the internet, the authorities must
be of the mind that this is something we are already accustomed to by now.
Honesty is certainly a risky parameter.
I don’t understand why terrorists don’t
realize that they are not required to throw our dear lives into a catastrophe.
Our politicians make special efforts everyday to achieve that feat.
I don’t understand why people admire the men
on the cricket ground a hundred times more than the men on the battlefield.
I don’t understand why a celebrity convicted
for being involved in a gruesome terrorist activity presents Gandhigiri
in his movies.
I don’t understand why freedom of speech
comes with a price.
I don’t understand why they like to make
small pieces even smaller. I have a strong feeling that my age will never outdo
the number of states in India.
I don’t understand why we get zero tolerance
back into our faces when we ask for zero tolerance for crime and corruption.
This is intolerable.
I don’t understand why my country is suddenly
being associated with all things wrong. Maybe we’ve earned it.
This is not our culture. This is not our
morality. This is not our Incredible India. If there are two sides of
everything, then perhaps we have been enduring the wrong side for way too long.
Looking back at my life, I can confidently say –
there wasn’t even a moment when I was a fan of math. Not even one confused
second where I thought I liked math or could
like math. Algebra was the worst but numbers, anyway, were a nuisance. As it
goes, I passed all my classes avoiding the red line in my report card but couldn’t
get my hands off math because it is needed to judge your aptitude for a long, long time. This Math is
a nasty thief; it owes me many a good-night-sleep. It said it shall not leave
me till I was well-versed with the hows and whys of this blunder-full thing.
It was during my MBA prep days that I learnt the
ropes of calculation. Half my life I spent in the ignominy of math-o-phobia and
now I got my hands on something cool.
For the first time, honestly, I looked forward to exploring more and learning
the interesting things I never knew there were.
world seemed to be a better place now.
I mean, come on, whoever would have thought that you
could solve a problem like 9996 * 9994 in almost five seconds. A few simple
steps and, yo, it’s finished. If you ever want to see smugness, look at a
customer calculating his whole purchase and giving the
total before the shopkeeper can even press ‘=’ on his calculator. I have been there, done
that. People look at you as if you are, I don’t know,… Einstein?
It was sad to hear, though, that Vedic Math, that
originated in India, had to fight for its own copyright from the western world.
Good that we won, but we can’t let it rot in papers, right? It’s a concept, I believe,
that should be inculcated from the primary level of education. The next gen
kids will love math, unlike the children I grew up with. Free from calculators
and free from inhibitions.
But it isn’t being given much importance in the
academic books. Who fears change when it’s for the good? Let’s not waste any
more of our time in lauding, contemplating and procrastinating. Gaurav Tekriwal
has taken an initiative to get everyone’s attention to the Vedic brilliance and
get our mental machinery to work again. It would be nice to see people using
their mental bucket rather than pen and paper to calculate any set of numbers
that the mind can come up with.
What’s amazing about Vedic Math is its simplicity
and power. Perfect for me and many others I know. There is so much you can
learn and so much you can discover. Do not wait for me to give examples and,
hey, your thanks can wait, really. Abhi
ke abhi - Google karo about Vedic Math.