Sunday, February 26, 2006

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Saturday, February 25, 2006

I was in Pune

I was in Pune for the past two days. The place where i spent the first twenty years of my life. My house in Pune is up for sale. We are selling not just a good asset. The house means a lot to me. Like a huge banyan tree which houses a thousand birds. Over time, a thousand memories. Now, we are just cutting the tree for firewood. My father arrived last Sunday from Kerala and he needs the money. I asked him a good reason other than money for selling the house. He said that it seemed like yesterday when he saw my younger brother crying in one corner of the house, everyday, while he was doing night shifts 40 kilometres away from home and mom was not well. He said that those desperate days came back to him and haunted him for the decisions made then that are affecting us even today. He says the house failed him even though we stayed in the best part of town. And now it's responsibility time again cause he needs the money to give his sisters according to grandfather's will. And my father is one person who never ever shirked away from his responsibility. And i won't be an obstacle this time around. Though it does make me realise that places that we live in are not just brick and cement but a living entity just like this earth is not just a ball bearing in space. And we are cutting a live tree for it's firewood. One that houses a thousand birds.
  • The first thing i moved from the house were the photographs and photo albums. They seemed to me as the most precious possessions.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Card holders, care !!!

Pl.go through my recent blog. Cardholders are at big risk esp.those who are getting their personal mails through offices. Companies in Pune (actually, every city all over world) should take care of their employees, rather learn lesson from this incidence. I have learnt lesson of not keeping large amt. in card a/c.

http://medhapurandare.blogspot.com/2006/02/misuse-of-card-it-was-big-shock-for-me.html

I went through tension last few days (due to misuse of debit card of my son) and now it's all over, so keeping diary of it here,being puneity.

My best wishes to all Puneity.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Objection, My Lord.

I do have a lot of respect for Ramachandra Guha, and the wide range of issues he tackles through his writings is an apt testament for his scope and insight. However he probably is most famous for his book, 'The Corner of a Foreign Field', which YT is currently reading. A major case taken up by Guha is life and times of Pune cricketer Palwankar Baloo, a spinner widely respected, even by the British during his times in the Bombay Quadrangular in the 1920s and 30s. Thus Baloo and his 3 brothers who all played cricekt find considerable mention in the book. Also D.B.Deodhar, a past cricketer hailing from Pune is interviewed etc.

Mr.Guha however is extremely confused it seems as to what to call the city. He start of with

'Cricket was brought to the ancient city of Poona ...'
and later
'Less polite was the Mahratta of Poona'
This is probably excusable, because primarily 'Poona' might have been used to signify the 'Pune during the British times' and also because the Poona/Pune confusion is one trap that I have seen many non-puneris and esp. non-maharashtrians fall into.

However this nomenclature later degenerates to
'The Mahatma was sent to the Yerawada jail near Puné
. to signify post-independence Pune. I understand Mr.Guha's need to be 'correct' in the traditional sense of the term, but here, sadly, I must conclude that he is being a bit pretentious.(and I do not use the term lightly)

This would be a good time to clear once and for all, that the name we prefer for our city is indeed 'Pune' - no further mutilations please.

That's all my lord.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Contest of a different kind!

Cross posted from my Blog Expressions!

Expressions!: Contest of a different kind!

Sunday evening 5 PM. I dropped my dad at Pune Station and started driving towards home. I barely started from that point and had to stop at this first signal where I was to take a U turn. It was a usual January evening in Pune. Cold enough to keep the polluted air glued to the mother earth. I saw a tall, dark, not so old man at this signal he was selling "the thing"! It was quite an attractive piece I would say at least for the two young lads who were the targets he was eying. Raju, a smart young lad sitting on his papa's scooter, behind him was observing this man Dark, red eyed, man having these "things" in his hands. At the same time just besides Raju's scooter was Karan a smart, well dressed 3-4 year old kid who was riding with his dad too but in a Merc. He was observing this seller with kind of hate and disgust for his dress and outlook. But that was all interleaved by a serious look at "the thing!". He use to look at the man in disbelief and then at "the thing" with surprise and desire.

"The thing" was colored in yellow, red, sky blue and black. The colors made it look flashy and desirable by any kid. All that the kids in this age want is attention and care. All of that would not been possible through this "the thing". But, one thing for sure that it would given the owner a sense of being different and attract some attention.

The street seller now had two new customers to attend; both did not have capacity to buy even a piece of that "thing", but still had enough power to get the attention of their parents to this seller who was trying to indirectly sell this to them. This is a different contest of sorts. The seller does not try to sell this to the customers directly but rather sells it to consumers who would demand for it in turn making it mandatory for the direct customers to buy it.

The two juvenile lads had now fixed their eyes on the object of desire. They were trying to decide "should I tell about this to my dad? Will he scold me?" there was no difference between the two kids as far as their desire for "the thing" was considered. Their fathers' buying capacity apart, they were both equally zealot about it. The eyes were now speaking.

Karan was getting all jittery, "will I get it somewhere else" was the expression. "I know the guy might be a bad guy; But what he is selling is not bad!" Raju had no different views in fact he had by now shown it to his father.

The seller was now standing between the two vehicles with Raju on his left and Karan on his right. He was trying to show them how good his product. Bright colors of "the thing" on his own skin were looking quite a contrast making it an immediate eye catcher.

Here there was another contest going on; The one in the children's mind an in-fighting with themselves with one side saying that’s just an ordinary thing why do you need it? The other side trying to convince the first, that's not you would get in the store (General store / Pune Central).

Finally the two kids make a demand to their parents. The parent's who just shrug it off earlier saying it is not good, reluctantly had a look at this "the thing". They are un-impressed. The seller is not moved by the shrug from the parents. He persists with his skills, once maneuvering that thing on the Merc’s window and the other time giving it to Raju to handle it. It (the touch) was something Karan missed coz he was in that sealed envelope of comfort called Mrec!

Amidst the entire drama I just looked at the counter over the signal it was now counting in the late teens and moving backwards. The seller had only over 15 seconds to sell the Mask to the children. They both wanted it, their parents weren't interested. The counter was running. Raju and Karan's parents looked at the counter and decided against buying it coz they would miss the signal if they did.

Counter went off the Merc and the scooter started moving the seller was disappointed this time. He could not make that last effort. Time ran against him. But, he was not dejected, he knew next time this signal goes red again their might come two or more of Rajus and Karans. He just moved aside for the traffic to pass by and wait for his turn to make it good again.

He is one man who fights this small contest everyday several times. He must be getting bored he must be getting irritated at his fate but still his persistence and perseverance is something that needs admiration. It was as if he was saying "Do not worry pal if you could not sell some goods to someone this time, make a new effort the other person might take it!"

Do we in our daily lives not try to SELL some or the other "THING" to some or the other person?

Tough question huh? A nice contest to contend I think!