Thursday, May 27, 2010

Never a harsh word, and never an injustice to a single person – Prof.Balasubramanian makes a temporary retreat from Pondicherry University.

A farewell party was held in the University Auditorium yesterday and despite vacation a respectable audience was present given the special occasion. A physics professor was given a farewell.He happened to be the first beneficiary of the retirement age being raised to 65 and whose record of 42 years of service I will outsmart, when I retire, God willing- living until the day of my retirement in 2013.

This meeting was special because it also marked the occasion of bidding a farewell to Prof.Balasubramanian, who adorned the chair of Culture and Cultural Relations with dignity, cultured behavior and also a measured mild aggression, always measuring his steps with tremendous strength of character.

As there were many representatives of different Associations to articulate their emotions, I did not want to make any intrusion into the list of speakers. I remained quite. That silence must have spoken volumes. That was one of the occasions where I must have given vent to my emotive feelings, given my intimacy of emotional relationship and special bond with him. It is not just me, but there are many in the campus who have got good chemistry with him during his brief but bright stay, indeed a fruitful stay for the inmates at the university campus. What I could not do or failed to do on the stage yesterday, let me attempt now to recapture all the fire and flavor, all the love and care that I have locked about him into my heart all along.

Very rarely a University stumbles upon great personalities of a greater vision and equally a nobler vision, a kind of constellation of planets and stars to undertake the difficult task of creative destruction and thus add more tangible, more visible physical and technological capital stock, to the university environment.

In a silent and subtle way, Prof.Balasubramanian from Mysore University, of Tamilnadu origin and profound intellectual training, had remarkably played a full supportive role with unadulterated love and devotion to the Boss and acted as a buffer between the Administration and the rest of the population here in the Kalapet Campus.

Nothing can make any man great or good, unless Nature has made him to endure all the hardship on the Way. Indeed this is the express way to the leadership which makes a few leaders to endear themselves to a broader audience.

The most pleasantest thing and the greatest thing that I have ever noticed about this young Professor is his extreme humility borne out of an extraordinary scholarship and of course good, strong parental genes. He could touch a broader humanity here and also elsewhere very nearly, most intimately and more affectionately because of his innate nature, truly reflecting and respecting the very goodness of the nature and Universe :small wonder then he was bound to do good to his fellow human beings and also bear with them .

Did the sun or moon, the wind or rain , the wild animals or tender plants ever complain about their grievances? Never. He too did not complain or grumble or sink himself in any despair when happenings in life are beyond control and comprehension. He gave more than what he received from others. He received only in moderate doses what the Nature willed him to receive and he acted in full faith what the Nature dictated to him to do, as his path was clearly defined by the Supreme.

On this day, when I sit in the balcony, enjoying the cool breeze clothing me , I ruminate and reflect upon the rapidity with which the Pondicherry university profile, the mosaic of its infrastructure and in essence,the very academic ambience have been transformed. They just came into existence as if by a sheer magic, swept past us in the last three years and we are still carried away by that fragrance and flavor thanks to the twins, Prof.J.A.K.Tareen, my Vice-Chancellor and his deputy, the young energetic Blackman from south, a gift he had brought from Mysore, as I had told once on the stage. A gift cannot be taken away once it is given. Yes. Prof.Balasubramanian, the Director who added more substance and strength to the post in all possible ways cannot be taken away from the academically and spiritually rich soil of Puducherry. Wherever he is, his heart and soul will be connected with the welfare of this growing institution. All of us have come here to perform a particular task and to play a particular role in the drama of our life. As CEO of our University rightly observed yesterday, the divine will always entrust some responsibility to right individual at right time and no one can stop that nobler intention of Nature because it is more supreme.

There is always a mutual dependence on each other in life and if only all the infinite labor of many could be translated into concrete real work, without embarking on any ego centric journey, what a richer , stronger and pleasant life could be for everyone in this world .It is sheer pleasant accident or good fortune that Prof.J.A.K.Tareen’s Effect, combined with Prof.Bala’s fragrance, ably assisted by the other supportive pillars of administrative machinery, viz the Registrar and the Finance Officer, all have spurred a variety of events , especially on the threshold of Silver jubilee year celebration of university and thereafter. In a typical butterfly chaos theory fashion, all these will set in motion a chain of favorable outcome in the years to come, provided there is somebody at a future, who will play an anchor role so as to consolidate the gains. That will happen only when economics and philosophy are allowed to operate and all kinds of destructive politics and divisive tendencies are dumped to the dustbin.

Following the author of Tamil Kural, Thirukkural, I would say that all of us pass this way only once. Our days are numbered here. Therefore our steps must be always measured. There is no guarantee that tomorrow is ours. Therefore, if there is something good to be done or little kindness to be shown, let us do it now in the immediate present. We shall not abandon our true nature to be good at heart and render all possible good to others with tremendous sense of humor and strength of character. We will always keep a straight course and never renounce our right to say ‘No’ if that is to be said.

Prof.Balasubramanian will always remain his own master, and he will not hesitate to continue doing good regardless of comments or criticism and none shall hinder his path defined by nature. He will choose to live the life that he wants to live like you and me. What nature will enjoin him, nobody can take it away.

To capture his personality and sum up in a sentence let me quote Homer’s Poetic line “Never a harsh word, never an injustice to single person.” I have known from great philosophers that the purpose of our creation is not to lie here under the warm blanket and keep ourselves in comfort zone, seeking pleasure and not making any effort to help others, deluding ourselves into self importance. Marcus Aurilous asks us to “look at the plants, ants, sparrows, bees all busy at their own task each doing its part towards a coherent world order.”Prof.Balasubramanian has been a part of this activist group.


Have we already joined him in creating a new academic order, busying ourselves in our own work? Before I conclude I must thank the Vice-Chancellor, Prof.J.A.K.Tareen who incidentally happens to be his mentor, guide and philosopher in shaping him and also providing him with all the honors that he rightly deserves.

It is my good fortune that on the day of farewell which only marks his temporary retreat from Pondicherry University, I had the opportunity to read out the text in Tamil about Pondicherry University prepared by him on All India Radio with all fervor and sensitivities .My 100th post in the blog as also this posting have a special stamp of my natural way of articulation, underlying my philosophy of life.

Yesterday I intended to write in Tamil and the providence has ordained me to write in a language where I am comfortable and more important, it will have a wider reach. Let the supreme take Prof.Bala to greater academic heights by his sheer academic track record and merit card, simultaneously enjoying a reasonable good health, with all smiles on his face always.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Aren’t you afraid to sleep alone? One should sleep to dream

Akshaya is becoming a
Grown up girl,
Observing each event carefully
The other girl too is showing
Her love with all playfulness.
“Aren’t you afraid to sleep alone, Grandpa?
Come home for food in the evening
When will grandma come?”
And so on are only the
Few questions she could ask
With all her
While keeping many
Closer to her heart.
With my shoulder pain,
And troubled state of mind,
Many a time,
I am not able to engage her
In a manner, I would like to do
A great deal of tiredness is
Ruling over my mind and body
With all pain on right shoulder
I don’t know why
I write all these lines?
For whom? For my own release?
For my grand children in their
Old age! Or for the outside
World audience…
Honestly I don’t know?
Can’t I show a fraction of?
This kind of labor for
My grand children
Spend time with them, engage them
Play, joke, sing and dance with them
This is what Prof.Thangappa
Has done
A great Tamil scholar whom I admire
A professor who is proficient in English too

Morning walk is still irregular.
I must not lose my hopes.
Have not Lankan Tamils, at least
Still a sizable number
Survived to face further humiliations
Living amidst dead bodies,
Deprived of all basic necessities
They still live, with all their
Hopes desires, dreams, and
Of course anger.
They can lose everything in life,
Except this righteous anger,
At a distant future,
This sensible and responsible
Anger will deliver the goods
A benevolent God will not emerge
To guarantee their Homeland
Dreamland,
At least in their dreams
But to dream, one should sleep.

It is not just her problem but all our problem too

A short story in Tamil Weekly
Read recently narrates about
The unsatisfied sexual side of a lady executive
An young, educated executive girl
Already in love and engaged
With an equally attractive
Well positioned gentleman,
Gets attracted by a well built male
In London, on an official trip.
Like any typical, normal male,
Who is carried away by an fleeting beauty
She is also driven by lust and
Restlessness towards him,
But gets insulated from the trap of life,
By sheer abuse and ill treat of him
All pretended to conceal her shiver
For, after all he is an escort.

The attender in uniform
Now clad in an attractive T-Shirt
Reveals his nobility and
Her meanness of mind
By articulating the naked truth thus:


He has lived with many,
Obeying his professional ethics,
But did not dare to love anyone.
He has learnt his limits,
Measured his steps,
At each moment of professional life.
He tells her existential dilemma:
If only she had been a foreign girl
Or someone,
She would have had sex with him
And abandoned him thereafter,
Pushing him out of her mind
Before reuniting with her own lover
He exposes her helplessness,
Unfulfilled desire driven despair, anger
And at the end more
Humiliation, and dislike for herself
This is not merely her problem,
But the problem of all,
Any morally conscious fellowLiving under self imposed discipline

Love and Friendship lingers even after a baby, on the beach road

She is a girl of immediate neighborhood variety
The youngest daughter in the family of two children.
A small, cute, real girl.
While studying in the college,
She entangled herself into an affair
Delinked from family,
A sort of estrangement followed
Got married, gave birth to a baby…
All these I came to know later.

When her eldest sister got married,
This young couple, estranged from family
Got reunited with the family
By sheer benevolent accident
Today I saw that couple,
Along with the baby
Crisscrossing the beach road,
Early morning,
To me, showcasing demonstrable evidence
There is still more love, fun and friendship
Care and concern amongst themselves,
Even after marriage and giving birth to baby
To retain that spirit for ever,
I prayed to Lord
To bless them from above.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Ruminating at Mid 50’s: Tasting the Flavor of Suffering

Today, 22nd February 2005
I have arrived at mid 50s
A mild tremor, a welcome discomfort
A right signal to notice the inevitable
Ageing process, a natural consequence of biological clock
I can’t avoid, but truly must internalize
And definitely slow it down,
By working out sensibly and more responsibly
Weeding out anxious thoughts, and of course all kinds of worries

Why I am starved of minimum peace?
Is it sister’s pain and agony?
Why did the cruel hand of
Destiny distance us,
Built fences around us
Like erstwhile Berlin Wall
Into infinite ways
Inexplicable relational attributes attitudes
Misplaced ego and wrong understanding
Affect me, upset me,
Dislodge my peace,
Enhance my anxiety.
I should moderate and slowdown.

For so long, she was never
In the frame nor in the
Picture of things dreamt
At the time of reconciliation
There’s a nature’s retribution.


The mild full cry of my
Better half over phone last night
Is only a sample of
Our collective suffering,
Which in essence a sample
Of the sufferings of broader world around us
With all hatred, vengeance,
Anger, bitterness, and all kinds
Of outrageous behavior,
Really uncivilized behavior
Among relatives and friends
There’s always love,
Tenderness, sympathy,
A minimum concern
For the relational links.
For how long, she will live and suffer

Or suffer to live and to recover,
To reinvent herself for a
Different and better life?
I do not know
A character born late,
With color, texture and
Bundle of laziness and comfort
Loaded with misplaced jealousy
Borne out of ignorance
Enjoying food,
And also work in later period of life

Thanks to an enterprising life partner
Is now tossed up in bed
Coiled up in agony and anger
Food and taste buds have
Become distant relatives.

Anything can strike any one
Like a bolt from the blue
The deadly disease
Has struck
The intelligent and stupid
The hardworking and lazy
Have all become a prey
For that dreadful disease, of cancer
The diagnosis and the cure
Are not just the acts of God
A direct and straight intervention from their domain
Why does it arrive
Without notice or warning?
Will she face it with Stoic Smile?
Or welled up eyes?
Whatever will happen,
Happen,
Let there not be more
Pain, more bitterness.

Murugan’s narration of
Sixty five year old lady surviving
With the disease
By sheer faith, beyond the power of
Medicine and therapy
Is indeed an amazing story
A fairy like event.
This unique event may not be
Replicated, reenacted?
But definitely release more
Strength energy to face
Events in life.
What can’t be cured must be
Endured
We must all learn how
To taste the flavor of suffering.
(From My Dateless Dairy)

My Parent’s life by itself was an education to me

“Education is the way
To escape the life of coal mines”
I read once.
Yes, access to education and good parents always
Insulates one from hard manual labor

My illiterate parents
Labored hard for more than two decades
Near the fire place,
Breathing work ethics, and
Practicing an incredible commercial honesty
Result:
Till the end, they lived in a hut,
Fully cheerful and sacrificing all comforts and conveniences of life
In order that I will have more
Access to higher education, and
The resultant elevation in my life.

The spirit of compassion to the poor
The grit and courage to fight against injustice
All came in an effortless way
By watching their behavior.

Their life itself was a great education
The vital lesson they taught me was:
Honesty and self respect are more important
Then anything else in the world. And
Aspiring for power, pelf, titles and designations
Can always wait and be relegated to
The back seat.

Teaching of Economics is
Of course my core competence,
The current management buzzword now,
Which has been further polished/ refixed by
Silken touch with my subject.
More than three decades old containing romance
With my discipline,
Has displined me further, and made me
More tougher and stronger in sprit.





The brighter side of a girl: As a strange fire she adds more color to life

When I move away from her a little,
It becomes very hot, but then,
By just coming closer to her,
It’s just cool and heavenly.
Oh! Where did she get (discover)
This strange fire? (kural)
Many years ago, I did this translation. Thereafter, I was tempted to describe the infinite variety of a girl/woman, mostly touching her bright/ beautiful side:
A girl is always a wonderful phenomenon
At any stage of the evolution of society
Basically tender, gentle, warm and kind hearted
More cultured and harmoniously developed and shaped
Delicately structured like a framed picture
Full of love, life, compassion and friendship,
Not merely physical or sexual/sensual in appeal
And outlook, making you crazy
To go wild and lose your carefully crafted balance
She is also more meaningfully intellectual,
Intuitive and intellectually more inventive,
Just immensely beautiful and marvelous.
Lifting your nobler and also meaner Spirits (beastly)
Simultaneously and successfully
Effectively biologically strong
All the abundant energy
And intelligence built in that slender frame,
As tender as the creeping plant
To play a larger role in assisting
The broader world of humanity
To perpetuate its race,
And add color, romance and festivity
To the insipid life.