This was the name given to my mother by my erstwhile house owner maami at Sriperumpudur when we used to live there. And reason: My mother comes there on Mondays and goes back to my brother’s place on Saturdays. These TV serials which are telecast on Mondays to Fridays have been behind my mom getting the nickname. And true to her name, she meticulously used to come on Mondays, spend time with me during the weekdays and go back on Saturdays. I used to join her in my brother’s place at weekends.
This was more or less a regular feature in my over 4 years of stay in this temple town. I used to live in an Agraharam (the streets near the temple). It was an awesome place, completely silent, where one can live unperturbed by the noises of the National Highway or the factories nearby. I used to visit the sprawling Lord Adikesava Perumal Temple which was another place where one can spend time peacefully undeterred by what is happening outside. The rituals at the temple, though new to me, were much interesting. The temple also had given shelter to a lot of monkeys (I am talking about the real ones), a beautiful elephant, a horse, a camel and many birds (and mosquitoes :().
The house owner Maama was a very orthodox man. An octogenarian, he always wants to talk to someone and invariably, I will be the prey. I will find it difficult to listen, not because of what he spoke, and not because of the absence of teeth in his mouth, but because of my poor concentration, which has been (and is) haunting me. He used to tell lots of stories, about his experiences and also used to give lots of advices. If I only I had listened to him even partly, my knowledge pool would have been much better now. Anyways, it is easy to complain once some opportunity has been missed.
Now, after 2 years, I am back to the same place for my job. I am staying just opposite to the place where I lived. Maama and Maami are still there, except that Maama has become too old to even talk properly. And worse, my concentration levels have gone from bad to worse now. Who said MBA will improve soft skills?? One thing I understand is unless one has serious interest in improvising himself, no amount of teaching/advising can help him. What one Dhirubhai did without a proper education cannot be attained through high flying qualifications. One is doomed to fail if he doesn’t improve these skills. I keep sitting in office meetings thinking about my college or an SMS or a mail from a friend. It is high time I grow up and be a professional.
Back to topic, it is a completely different feeling coming back to the same town after having lived in Bombay for 2 years. I actually do not like the place. My friend says I will get used to it over a period of time thanks to my newly inculcated internet addiction. Let me see how it goes. Whatever it is, I shouldn’t be cribbing so much especially because it is a known place to me, no language barriers and I do not find a hostile environment. This is not the same with many of my friends. They are employed at far off places, much different from their home town, both culturally and linguistically. If I think of them, I am much better off. Its time one concentrates in high pay-off activities.
I have only talked about a half of the main title. The article will be incomplete without a write up on TV serials. I really can’t understand how the TV producers are managing the shows for years with the same theme. It’s either a man or a woman getting married multiple times or getting divorced multiple times or having extra marital affairs or involving in crimes incompatible with their social stature and so on. Even children and elderly people are not spared. It is depicted as if all elderly people are left to the mercy of their children and that most of their wards throw them in old age homes. The relationship between a mother-in law and a daughter-in-law are always shown as that of Tom and Jerry.
What message are these serial makers wishing to convey to the society?? They depict a degrading culture which is definitely not in tune with the Indian ethos. We are being carried away by western culture which is a definite failure if one has a closer look at its society. We Indians are much better in our way of living and these serial mongers are hell bent on imposing the western culture on us. Sadly, most of us are carried away by this f**king shit that we start living with it. We feel this is the way of life. This is really a sad result of extra-globalization in this area I would say.
This was more or less a regular feature in my over 4 years of stay in this temple town. I used to live in an Agraharam (the streets near the temple). It was an awesome place, completely silent, where one can live unperturbed by the noises of the National Highway or the factories nearby. I used to visit the sprawling Lord Adikesava Perumal Temple which was another place where one can spend time peacefully undeterred by what is happening outside. The rituals at the temple, though new to me, were much interesting. The temple also had given shelter to a lot of monkeys (I am talking about the real ones), a beautiful elephant, a horse, a camel and many birds (and mosquitoes :().
The house owner Maama was a very orthodox man. An octogenarian, he always wants to talk to someone and invariably, I will be the prey. I will find it difficult to listen, not because of what he spoke, and not because of the absence of teeth in his mouth, but because of my poor concentration, which has been (and is) haunting me. He used to tell lots of stories, about his experiences and also used to give lots of advices. If I only I had listened to him even partly, my knowledge pool would have been much better now. Anyways, it is easy to complain once some opportunity has been missed.
Now, after 2 years, I am back to the same place for my job. I am staying just opposite to the place where I lived. Maama and Maami are still there, except that Maama has become too old to even talk properly. And worse, my concentration levels have gone from bad to worse now. Who said MBA will improve soft skills?? One thing I understand is unless one has serious interest in improvising himself, no amount of teaching/advising can help him. What one Dhirubhai did without a proper education cannot be attained through high flying qualifications. One is doomed to fail if he doesn’t improve these skills. I keep sitting in office meetings thinking about my college or an SMS or a mail from a friend. It is high time I grow up and be a professional.
Back to topic, it is a completely different feeling coming back to the same town after having lived in Bombay for 2 years. I actually do not like the place. My friend says I will get used to it over a period of time thanks to my newly inculcated internet addiction. Let me see how it goes. Whatever it is, I shouldn’t be cribbing so much especially because it is a known place to me, no language barriers and I do not find a hostile environment. This is not the same with many of my friends. They are employed at far off places, much different from their home town, both culturally and linguistically. If I think of them, I am much better off. Its time one concentrates in high pay-off activities.
I have only talked about a half of the main title. The article will be incomplete without a write up on TV serials. I really can’t understand how the TV producers are managing the shows for years with the same theme. It’s either a man or a woman getting married multiple times or getting divorced multiple times or having extra marital affairs or involving in crimes incompatible with their social stature and so on. Even children and elderly people are not spared. It is depicted as if all elderly people are left to the mercy of their children and that most of their wards throw them in old age homes. The relationship between a mother-in law and a daughter-in-law are always shown as that of Tom and Jerry.
What message are these serial makers wishing to convey to the society?? They depict a degrading culture which is definitely not in tune with the Indian ethos. We are being carried away by western culture which is a definite failure if one has a closer look at its society. We Indians are much better in our way of living and these serial mongers are hell bent on imposing the western culture on us. Sadly, most of us are carried away by this f**king shit that we start living with it. We feel this is the way of life. This is really a sad result of extra-globalization in this area I would say.
1 comment:
since u insist ! :)
I like the way what's on your mind completely translates to wrds.. :) thats an art !
nice entry...
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