‘How Personal Is Personal…’

           And so I walked into the restaurant, jam-packed with people sitting in crowded clusters. Nobody really looked at one each other, (which came as a surprise honestly), but rather focused on their hearty meals, munching down noisily. We instantaneously climbed up to the AC dining hall for comfort, only to be disappointed when they said they didn’t serve dosas and idlis during lunch. So we traversed back into the hot mess downstairs. I know what you’re thinking…why in the world would you want to eat in that crowded, sweaty, noisy dining hall. Well, can you blame me if I want me some piping hot idlis and dosas, smothered in coconut chutney?! I didn’t care, I was determined. And so, the interesting experience began…

            Due to the lack of space, complete strangers were packed together in tables fighting for space in the restaurant. Now it came to my realization why they didn’t stare at one another. It’s because people were eating with people they’d never met! As much as we tried to ask for a separate table, we were obliged to seat ourselves in a tiny table of four, seated across two male strangers. The awkwardness was tangible. The repeated attempts to look anywhere but at the two men eating across me made it difficult to even concentrate at my meal. Forget concentrating on my meal, as my eyes couldn’t help but slide over at the adjacent platters of rice, fried chicken, and bowls of sambar. Completely immersed in animated conversations, they didn’t seem to notice at all, while Mom and I cringed in discomfort.

            Encroaching upon personal space is something Westerners are not comfortable with at all. Due to the individualistic and independent nature of Westerners (according to me), as opposed to the collectivist Indian society, personal space is valued. Having grown up there, I’ve had multiple awkward encounters in crowded elevators, shops, restaurants where I can’t help but flinch greatly (and I mean jump ten feet high) at personal contact with a stranger. However, what I see bewilders me even greatly. I’ve seen strangers affectionately squeezing the cheeks of random cute babies, or the vibrant vegetable ‘ammas’ shoving me aside for space on train journeys, or my friends and I wedged in a sandwich between sweaty strangers, all scrambling for their burgers at the college canteen lines. I can imagine just the looks of horror my American classmates would give me right now…

            Despite the stark contrast in cultures, it is interesting to note some contradictions in each society. Although Westerners will otherwise not dig their noses in your business, when it comes to helping someone in great need, they will come to your rescue. I have witnessed more than one instance. For example, a huge crowd flocked together to defend a young girl getting physically assaulted by her boyfriend out on the streets. Yet, when I saw a nearly similar instance of a husband assaulting his wife at a train station in Chennai, people barely glanced over. In a society where we’re constantly concerned about our neighbor’s happenings, it’s sad to see we don’t leap up at the opportunity to help strangers. We’d rather just watch, and stay out of it.

From Yaps to Texts

            You ever been in those situations where it suddenly gets extremely quiet and you look around you and all you see are heads down, fingers tapping, headphones locked in the ears? Normally you’d be one of them, but today is one of those rare days that you’re not glued to your phone and rather want to look out the window, and take the wonders of the world in. Just the other day, I saw this awesomely inspiring clip called ‘Look Up,’ encouraging young people to get off their phones, and go play, through an incredible love story. Yes, it’s the tech savvy generation, where everyone’s all about their iPhones, Google tablets, 2G, 3G, FG? And the list just goes on…but have you ever just stopped and wondered what is it doing to our communication skills?

            There has been more than one occasion where I have come across people who are extremely chatty via ‘Whatsapp’ or ‘FB,’ but when it comes to being face to face, they shut down completely! I feel like there are people nowadays who just do not know how to have a face to face conversation, because they’ve gotten addicted to the virtual world! Indians in general are WAY MORE social in nature than Westerners. So it’s understandable that most Westerns close up and take more time to socialize when they’re beyond their comfort zones. They’ll adapt an ‘I don’t know you yet, so I have my guard up but I'll still be as sweet as possible,’ personality as they venture into the course of making friends. Then of course, when they’re comfortable, there’s no stopping them ;)

            From my experiences coming here, I feel like the Indian youth is also becoming less and less social. I sure hope not, because, one of the major qualities of our collectivist culture is the ability to make friends quite easily. But, I feel like ever since Whatsapp, Viber, Line, and all these social media apps have started trending, a lot of us have just forgotten to be social. We may come to our college barely glancing or acknowledging the same person, who we spent hours texting with, the night before. Calling has also just gone out of the window, as with busy hours, or simply to avoid the awkwardness, we just TEXT our close ones. I admit it, I am guilty of this, but I do try my BEST to give my 100% attention to the person sitting next to me, rather than the technological device in my bag. And yes, it stays in my bag, for the most part: 1) because I rarely have pockets, and 2) because I want to stay focused on more important things. This tends to bug the “bejezzus” off my friends who claim I NEVER pick up my phone (but that was only in college)…

            We spend so much time and attention on our devices sometimes that we almost start reading between the lines! Was that message intended with sarcasm, bitterness, or good humor? Did he really just send me the ‘winky face?’ What did I say that made her send a one word reply?! But, it shows the double check mark... is he ignoring my message?!?!?!? These are burning questions we must ask ourselves. 

            God forbid, we don’t completely forget to socialize. A fast paced world, efficiency, or sometimes just plain boredom make us resort to our devices. But, I will say I have seen acts of socialization and mingling WAY MORE in India than in the states. It’s refreshing to see a throng of teenagers huddled together, chit chatting, and laughing along at each other’s jokes. Only with true social interactions, without our devices, will we truly become closer to one another.

Take Me To Another World: A Kathakali Performance

          The audience hushed into silence. The drum beats rose to a crescendo, as the multi-colored curtain slowly inched down. Revealing fiery, red eyes, Ravana rose dramatically from behind. The painted face glared at the audience, as his nimble fingers moved gracefully to each beat of the pounding drums. I watched in complete awe at the miniscule movements of the Kathakali dancer, as he told the story of Ravana.

            The stage shook as Ravana pounded his feet angrily, as his body swiftly circled the stage. His eyebrows twitching and fingers fluttering delicately, he brought a certain mischief and humor in his theatrical display. Then, as in within seconds, the music softened into a lull, as Ravana sat back down in deep contemplation. Picking up the edge of his cloth gingerly, he began to fan himself. The drummers smiled at one another, familiar with the routine, yet somehow just as entranced. Ravana, in rhythm with the drummers, began swaying back and forth. A tender face soon replaced the angry one as he caressed a baby gently in his arms.

            ‘BOOM!’ went the drums, shaking the audience alive. Ravana traversed the stage leaping from one end to the other. The drums thundered along as the earth beneath us rumbled. I felt myself tapping my feet and fingers along to the beat of the drums. The skies darkened, but Ravana’s light continued to shine brightly. For me and everyone else in the audience, we were no longer in Besant Nagar Beach, or Chennai, or India.  I forgot about everything else, as I let myself get carried away into another world. A mystifying aura filled the open gardens, as the drums pulsated through…

            This Kathakali dance performance was one of the best things I ever got to experience here in Chennai, and rightly so, as I reached the end of my undergraduate career. I had never witnessed this classical dance before, and walked in not knowing what to expect. I was a bit distracted at first, but as soon as the dancer took to the stage, it was as if everything else didn’t exist for me. Maybe it was the dramatic and slightly frightening painted face of the dancer, or his extravagant costume, his soft yet powerful movements, or the steadying beat of the drums, in which I lost myself. I realized I had been watching with my mouth half open. What I also realized was that dance is what gives me ultimate joy, something that had been missing out of my life for a long time. I will forever cherish and remember this enthralling performance. What an experience it was!

    
                   
     

‘India: We Are One In Many’

            ‘No, that’s not how you do it!’

            ‘You’re not doing it right!’

            ‘This won’t work at all!’

            These were some of the underlying arguments I have heard in almost every group project. Ideas are constantly knocked aside or laughed off. A free flow of ideas turns into a catastrophic competition of being the best. The worst part is nobody knows how to listen and work together.

            Whenever there are multiple personalities from diverse backgrounds, there is trouble. At least, that’s what I’ve experienced at my college. At first, it sounds truly inspiring to work with a multitude of thoughts and ideas, but in the case of Indian society, we can’t get anything done due to difference of opinion. Just look at our politicians fighting it over with pepper spray in the Parliament to resolve issues. I mean, seriously? But you can’t put the entire blame on them. If we can’t seem to work together in groups, classrooms, neighborhoods, city streets, we can’t expect the leaders of our country to work together. The root of the problem lies in a small scale first.

[DISCLAIMER]: These are purely my thoughts and opinions based on my own experiences. In no way do I intend to generalize, as this is purely my way to free up my mind. I just hope you get something out of this!

            Driving around the Chennai streets is a nightmare, as is in probably every Indian metropolitan city. The other day, my dad was about to drive out of our main gate, when the entire entrance was blocked by traffic. Autos, cars, buses, all began honking simultaneously, fighting for space, and trying to get through first. Trying to maneuver through skillfully, my dad got caught in the jam-packed mess. Nobody bothered to let the other pass, move aside, or courteously give each other space. See that is the problem. Everyone wants to win, and be ahead in India. We forget how to work together, because we are so absorbed in ourselves. This problem could have simply been solved if any driver had been courteous and patient enough to let another pass by in an orderly fashion. Instead, everyone wants to be the first and get ahead. Not having a traffic police officer doesn’t help much either…

            Similar incidents occur in crowded places like banks, cafes, etc. Nobody knows how to wait in a line! Once again, people are constantly pushing and shuffling for space. My first time ordering something in my college café came as a complete shock. I politely stood waiting for others to line up behind me, but oh noooo….a mob of students ambushed me rushing to the front. Various hands reached out around me grabbing their orders. Multiple voices rang out all shouting orders. I felt like I was going to pass out. Somehow, I managed to safely carry my grilled chicken sandwich. Basic courtesy is one way of looking at it, but nobody was concerned for the other.

            Perhaps it is because we are the second most populous country in this world, holding over 35 states, with over 6 ethnic groups, 5 minority groups, 3 major religions, 33 languages. An individual finds it difficult to make something of oneself, because of the complexities in our society. Fierce competition also makes it a struggle to rise up to the top. Our parents pamper us to the core, and we don’t learn individual responsibility until after college when we venture out into the work world. We think we are always right. Perhaps, this is why everyone is so self-absorbed, and can’t seem to work together as a nation. Yes, there is bound to be a difference of opinions and clashing personalities, but what we must realize that in this diversity is our unity. Rather than putting each other down, we need to work together as a team. It can only start from the individual, in order for society to grow.

            So stop for the passerby driving the next time you’re driving. Close your mouth, and actually listen to your fellow peers the next time you sense a discussion turning into a debate. Line up when you get your order to avoid getting squashed, or squashing someone else. All this may seem simple, but we've gotta start small, and work from the bottom for our nation to progress as ONE. 

And remember, (a bit clichéd), but there is never an ‘I’ in TEAM. 

           

           

StressBuster 1: Forget, and Live!

          As I sat there in the auto, on the long ride back home from the mall, I couldn’t help but begin to ponder about how much I’ve changed. I came to India 2 and a half years ago, filled with so much hope and enthusiasm to come back to my country after several years! I wasn’t sure exactly what to expect, but I knew a positive attitude would be the best way to go. Unfortunately, the amount of stress I have undergone because of difficult circumstances and people in this new environment, has been unimaginable. I complain a lot more, I cry a lot, and I wish to get out of here as soon as possible. Yes, it’s true that I over think and overanalyze the smallest things, but that’s just how I am (though I’m trying to get better at that). But as I sat there in that auto in deep introspection, I compelled myself to look at things from the same perspective as I had, when I first came here.

            I began noticing the same things I once used to be amused by, such as the cobbler fixing shoes on the sidewalks, the nonsensical signboards, or the expert way the ‘autowala’ maneuvered through traffic. Witnessing these same, bizarre spectacles can become uninteresting. I realized I had gotten sick of it. But, still I made myself observe these same things I was bemused by once upon a time.

            The simple way, in which two girls linked arms, and hurriedly skipped through the traffic, caught my eye. There was so much commotion going on, yet these two girls seemed to be in no stress whatsoever. A woman, dressed in a plain salwar suit, abruptly brushed aside the sweat droplets on her forehead, and waved down an auto. Vendors called out from stalls carrying the summer coolers: watermelon, sugarcane juice, sweet lime juice, and coconut water. I smiled, remembering how excited I was when I first landed in Chennai, in the blazing heat, to take a refreshing sip out of a coconut.                         The auto then made a sharp U-turn, hitting the always bustling streets of T-Nagar. I braced myself for the chaotic activities, but found myself laughing, and strangely enjoying the craziness I witnessed. A massive horde of people stumbled up the stairs of Saravana Stores, carrying large shopping bags. Colorful rows of kurtis, pajamas, and scarves lined the streets. Despite the madness, people still seemed to be enjoying themselves laughing, chatting away with friends, holding onto their loved ones, as they moved through the chaos.

            I laugh and smile now, nostalgic of how I felt when I first came to India. Somehow, over the past two years, I have gotten a bit lost in this chaos. Difficult situations, people, and negative experiences overall have got me down. There are times where I have begun to have regrets of our decision of coming back to India. I have felt like everything was wrong, and that I just do not belong here at all.

            Today, I come to a realization that at the end of the day, I am an Indian, and I need to accept the fact that this is my country. I need to do a 360 on the attitude, and begin looking at things with a new perspective. There are two ways of going about this: either I sit there and cry, or I pick myself back up and make things right. Because, life is short, and there is no point looking back on what has already happened. If it’s one thing this crazy country has taught me is to go with the flow. Now that I am finishing up college, new adventures, people, experiences await me. I invite them all with open arms, ready to take on the challenges. I know there will be times that I’ll still feel low, but life isn’t over. Sometimes, you just have to let that spontaneity in you burst out and say, “Hey I live once. So let me just enjoy this crazy life!”

            Also, playing that ‘Happy’ song by Pharrell Williams, and watching those cute remakes really gets me smiling. “Because I’m HAPPYYYYYYY….!” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IbTSG14LzM)

East Or West, Comedy Is The Best! (Ellen vs. Kapil)

            Comedy is something, which can only come naturally. A punch-line here, a quaint facial expression there, and bam! The two superstars of comedy, who have climbed to the pinnacle of their success come from opposite parts of the world. From the west, Ellen DeGeneres holds the title of the ‘funniest woman in America,’ transitioning from a live comedienne to a talk show host. She has been in the business for over 15 years now, and is currently filming the 11^th season of her hit talk show, ‘The Ellen DeGeneres Show.’ Matching up to her, is Indian comic superstar, Kapil Sharma, who has won millions of hearts in India and abroad by launching his very own show, ‘Comedy Nights With Kapil.’ Although poles apart culturally, both shows draw some very interesting parallels that will make you continue laughing your hearts out.

            Although both shows have managed to grab the highest TRP ratings primarily through the wit and charm of the host and the content, they differ greatly in their structures and timing. The Ellen Show airs as a daytime talk show, everyday at 3pm for just one hour. It is short, crisp, and pretty straightforward following the general talk show, and ‘interview’ format. Commercial breaks are also timed every 15-20 minutes, resulting in about 3-4 breaks. CNWK serves to be a bit different. Airing only on Saturday and Sunday nights, the show lasts anywhere from an hour and a half, sometimes extending beyond. Unlike a typical talk show format, CNWK incorporates creative elements, such as a skit, followed by celebrity interviews, audience interactions, sprinkled along with goofy dances and crazy characters.

            Because CNWK tends to focus more on the comedic angle (thus the name), there are fictional elements to it. Perhaps what keeps the Indian audience primarily entertained is the craziness throughout the show. The show opens with Kapil’s monologue, followed by a few audience interactions. Depending upon the celebrity guest, it may cut straight into a flashy Bollywood dance number, or a musical flourish welcoming the celebrity guest. Other times, it cuts straight to a skit of his overly animated Punjabi ‘family,’ or as he likes to refer to them as ‘lunatics.’ The craziness is evident through the flamboyant characters and bizarre storylines.

            Then comes the setting. Set place in a grand 2-story house, ‘Bittu’ (Kapil’s character’s name) invites guests into a lavish living room for his magazine’s interview. A fake road lies directly in front of the living room, inviting lone passer-byes to join in on the fun. There is also a cardboard cut out of a goat resting by the petite kitchen to the right. A live band continues to provide a comic effect throughout the show.

            The Ellen Show is much less elaborate in the costuming, characters, and setting, mainly because it is a talk show. The calming California palm trees are laid out as a backdrop against the red, velvet sofas for Ellen’s guests. The audience is seated slanting upwards directly across Ellen. There are a few flat screens arranged throughout the set. Similar to the Kapil Show, Ellen begins with a monologue, welcomed by a loud, cheering audience.  After some punches and laughs from the audience, she dances through the audience, with the DJ blasting the hottest tunes to the max. Highlighting her motto, ‘Laugh, Dance, Ellen,’ Ellen makes sure to do it all. There is a bit more interaction with the DJ, and then the show flows into interviews. The unique element of her show is that Ellen invites both celebrity and non-celebrity guests, adding a sense of realism along with the glamour. From talented child prodigies, to beauticians, to military families, Ellen seeks to make everyone happy.

            Both shows succeed in making their audiences happy. Perhaps that is the biggest similarity between the two shows and the way they’re carried out by their hosts. A generous person at heart, Ellen proves it by helping others out. Whether it’s through giveaways, fun games, contests, and prizes, Ellen seeks to reach out to her audience and give. Aside from her comedy, Ellen has many different segments in her show such as ‘Cash for Kindness,’ in which she sends her staff members to display acts of kindness and affection to everyday citizens.

            Kapil succeeds in bringing the same joy to his audiences in a different manner. More appropriate for the Indian context, Kapil has lively audience interactions, in which he gently teases his audience members, getting them to laugh along. He allows fans to interact with their favorite celebrity guests, by dancing, singing along, hugging, or simply asking a question. The compliments and expressions of enjoyment prove Kapil’s ability to make people happy. Both shows have personalities whose laughter is contagious for all. For Ellen, it’s her DJ, and for Kapil, it’s legendary cricket personality, Navjod Sidhu, who he affectionately refers to as ‘PaJi,’

            There is not a hint of similarity in the physical appeal of Ellen and Kapil. But what makes them both click is their wit, charm, and humor attracting millions all over the globe. Ellen signing off with her usual ‘Be kind to one another,’ and Kapil’s signature ‘Keep laughing and watching CNWK’ strike a common chord in the audience’s minds. Despite continents apart, both countries, India and the US, have brilliant treasures in the field of entertainment, who will hopefully continue to spread joy and love throughout the world.

I Speak On ‘Cheating’

           It’s that time of the week again, exams. Ugh. I swear writing exams every single month is a headache in itself, and then forcing yourself to sit in those hot, stuffy rooms for 3 hours, gives a greater reason to complain. As I sat there on those rock hard seats, trying my best to concentrate, it started up again…the ‘pssts’ and ‘eh macha’ sprinkled throughout the excited whispers. I was done with my exam by then, and I’m sitting there listening to the boy behind me, discussing answers as candidly, as talking about the weather, with his next-door neighbor. As I sat there processing what was going on, I began formulating what I’m going to write about cheating in my next blog. So here it is…

            I understand if you don’t study, or don’t feel like it. Honestly, I don’t either, especially with the dry and repetitive structure of the Indian education system. It’ll bore anyone to tears! But that doesn’t mean you take the short way out. I touched upon this in my first blog, how I feel everyone here is ready to slide by, without actually doing the work. This is what I notice when it comes to exams at my college. It’s like students literally come for these exams just to chill for 3 hours, and giggle their way through the answer sheets. While, the rest of us (or should I say bare minimum of us) work our $&%^# off to elaborate on answers!

            The worst part is the teachers and the way they handle the situations. A light pat on the shoulders, accompanied with the slight drone of the student’s name is apparently enough to get them to stop, until they start up again in two minutes. This is the way a student gets reprimanded. My old schools, you try stuff like this, they catch you, you’re thrown out of the institution within seconds. CONSEQUENCES! Has no one ever heard of that in this place?! Rather than reprimanding students’ actions, the teachers overlook it, pretending to be focused on something else. Even worse, the female teachers will smile and shyly turn away, when male students give em that ‘hey, I’m just fooling around, miss’ look. Oh my god.

            So here’s what I say. The base of sleaze, bribery and corruption in our country, according to me, lies in the education system. If our students are not stopped now, you really think things are going to get better? No one’s asking you to become the saintly Mother Teresa, but for once, just be honest! Is it really that much to ask? In a country so rooted in tradition and culture, we have not instilled the basic morals and values within our young ones. We are the future, they say. What I say is you’re just a walking hypocrite if you blame the corrupt politicians for the fallbacks of our country, if you’re sitting there in class, rapidly copying away answers.

            The whispering boy behind me, who I know pretty well, wants to become an IAS officer. O___o This position is the pinnacle of prestige and repute in the civil services category in India. You are representing the nation, and its people, who will rely on you for the growth of the nation. There is nothing more honorable (so it’s considered) than getting selected as an IAS officer. And I’m sitting there thinking, this guy’s gonna be an IAS officer?

            Please, just for once, try just doing your best. Dishonesty is not the way to go. 

        

I decided to jot all this down on the first day of exams, hoping that after reading this, you may change your mind, and keep your eyes on your own paper, perhaps :P