Monday, April 17, 2006

Write your Name. Leave a Mark.

All of us want to leave a mark behind. The value of which will be felt long after we are gone. Lets take the example of Kannada super star Dr. Rajkumar. The thespian actor of the South Indian language is no more amongst us today but what he did during his prime got him the respect and the adulation which was clearly on display at the time of his funeral recently. To me that is the perfect example of leaving behind a mark. Of course each of us leave our own mark behind in whatever we are involved in. Most times they are either at work or at home or something else that we are associated with, like a charity or a club. But this though is more about the literal thing. Leaving a mark in the literal sense.

You will find people leaving off their marks by scribbling their names in just about any place possible. The ones that are preferred as of today include the desks in schools & colleges, the Toilet walls, the backsides of public bus seats, the walls of historic monuments or the rocks enroute to the monument, the other day I saw two names neatly carved out on the footpath in some nondescript corner of some nondescript road. Looks like someone had been watching or had been plain lucky to be there at the place at the right time, for as soon as the cement was neatly applied to join two stone slabs somebody hurriedly wrote down their names. If all these could be called permanent options then there are some temporary options as well, like the walls of a building under construction especially the wall that is likely to be tiled. Such walls need to have a rough finish & the rough finish is given by drawing some designs on the walls or like you must know by now, writing names on it. The others among the temporary options include writing on a dust-laden car or on the sands in the beach.

Some people go to the extremes. Along the ever-increasing Q line in Tirupati you will find business cards clinging on to the tube lights. Do those who put it up there expect somebody to view the card & get back to them for business? Could be possible.

The literal leaving behind a mark thing has become such a big menace that we now find posters saying, “Please do not scribble on the wall” or “Please do not deface the walls”.

Wont it be a good idea if somebody came up with some innovative way of promoting this whole concept of leaving a mark. Really, I think it makes good business sense. How about a Name gallery that’ll display names on granite, marble & the other stones? Umm…. on second thoughts may be not a great idea. People have some innate fascination for their own names. Sudha Murthy has described candidly in one her books how some people will donate only if their name will appear on the granite blocks under the heading donors, little do they realize that nobody really gives a second look at those. Because who a Soubhagya Ramamurthy is or Govindraju Gowda is doesn’t really matter because nobody cares.

But then if not anything else a name is the only thing that each of us have, which is our identity, which we can call our own and which stays even after our body & soul is gone. That way what lives on forever is the name. That said naturally we want our name to be popular & well known by all, but does that mean we should resort to such desperate levels of making our names eternal?

Looks like a lot of people don’t quite agree to what the great bard asked once.

“What’s there in a name”? Well, quite a lot it seems.

8 Comments:

At Saturday, April 22, 2006 3:52:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

In response to this article i thought this Poem would also add on, had read it on the net and found it interesting.

Owen

A delurking...
untitled

It's not the pain, I told him.
No- I hate the pain.
The fire in my skin
that
always seems like more
than I can take, and is
always just a
little less
than too much.

Needle, knife-edge,
licking flames
of
crop and cane
and cat.
It's not the pain.
No.
Not the shame

upon my knees, it's
not the words
that put me there,
Not the
bite,
the claw,
the wheel,
the arcs of purple
lightening tracing

whelts and stripes
of yesterday,
the clutching straps,
leather,
rubber,
chain and steel-
It's not the pain-
It's how it makes me
feel.
I told him-

the look in your eyes
that fills my soul
like
nothing else... to know
that you care so very much
exactly what
I'm
feeling.

just did have a good time today.....!

*Note: Studies can stand as pieces of art or love, on their own. However, these are only preliminary feelings for someone or something different and I view them as such, the real work and magic comes after. There is a process involved where I try to make me look real, and by doing a study first, this is almost possible.

For those who communicate mainly by text rather than verbally. This could be either by necessity or choice.

 
At Saturday, April 22, 2006 4:00:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

http://www.oreillynet.com/pub/a/network/2005/10/25/what-is-phishing.html

Please read this site has some useful information, sometimes when i am on the net and just surfing for info or knowledge and when i knock on these sites. The first sms that pops in my brain, Oops!!!! i have not even made even 1% of the knowledge available on the net. Do go through the link it has latest info which i think everyone who uses a computer as a tool should know these things.

 
At Saturday, April 22, 2006 4:04:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

http://www.oreillynet.com/pub/a/network/2005/10/25/what-is-phishing.html

Please read this site has some useful information, sometimes when i am on the net and just surfing for info or knowledge and when i knock on these sites. The first sms that pops in my brain, Oops!!!! i have not even made even 1% of the knowledge available on the net.

Do go through the link it has latest info which i think everyone who uses a computer as a tool should know these things.

 
At Saturday, April 22, 2006 4:04:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

http://www.oreillynet.com/pub/a/network/2005/10/25/what-is-phishing.html

Please read this site has some useful information, sometimes when i am on the net and just surfing for info or knowledge and when i knock on these sites. The first sms that pops in my brain, Oops!!!! i have not even made even 1% of the knowledge available on the net.

Do go through the link it has latest info which i think everyone who uses a computer as a tool should know this.

Owen

 
At Saturday, April 22, 2006 4:05:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oops the comments got published 3 times.

 
At Saturday, April 22, 2006 4:08:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am seriously concerned about Bangalore. And at the moment I don’t think this concern is just mine. But I am thinking what will happen to Bangalore during the next min. Read this article below which i came across from Editorial column courtesy Times of India.

When will the larm bells ring...God save us.


NEW DELHI: Padma works as an international ticketing supervisor in one of Bangalore's top travel and tour operators and she rides a scooty to her office.

For the past one week, it has been impossible for her to commute to her office, leave alone riding through the streets of Bangalore.

Rajeev rides a Bullet and he works in foreign language section of one the top multinational organizations. He is looking for the waters to recede.

So is every Bangalorean. Last Sunday night, it was impossible to reach the Bangalore airport as the rain pounded the city and the waters were rising.

The infrastructure collapsed completely and vital links to the city were disrupted. And angry city residents could do nothing but be patient and wait for situation to normalise.

Richmond Circle was a scene straight from hell. Most roads and city's all arteries were clogged.

The rains left many I-T firms too inundated. Wipro office was inundated too. Office goers had a tough time.

While the rains have stopped in Bangalore, it is raining trucks and tractors in Mysore and on the Mysore-Bangalore stretch.

The four-highway lane between Mysore and Bangalore -- which began four years ago -- is still not completed. As a result the traffic is diverted from Pandavnagar.

The train services between the two cities have been cancelled and also trains leaving south from Bangalore. This has exposed the infrastructural flaw in the city and also in the state.

Farmers in Mandya, Pandavnagar and Ramnagar are already scared that their paddy fields would submerge during the downpour.

The rains have wreaked havoc in the IT city at a time when there was a face-off between the Infosys mentor Narayanamurthy and the former Prime Minister H.D Deve Gowda about how the former has been indulging in land-grabbing and has not been concentrating on the Bangalore International Airport.

It began when the Wipro chief Azim Premji first raised an alarm about the deteriorating infrastructure in the city, lack of infrastructure facilities and lack of accommodation facilities.

Recently, Bangalore was again in news for its astronomical hotel prices almost as high as London and Paris.

Immediately after Bangalore was named the IT city, or let us say, most IT companies migrated to the Garden city, the real estate prices shot up.

Bangalore also became a sanctuary for retired civil servants and any one who had money.

In the recent years, Bangalore has not been able to grow beyond its IT billboard.

Companies like Infosys have not only been blamed by Deve Gowda but by most people who are Kannadigas who live in Bangalore.

We invite you to post your comments on what you feel on the issue. Join us and speak up. Is it time to wind up from India's IT city?

(The writer, Percy Fernandez, was in Bangalore last Sunday).

Owen

 
At Saturday, April 22, 2006 4:10:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi,
This article below is amazing just give it a read.

Owen

Dr Rajeshwar Singh

I spent a year at Bangalore and gleaned a harvest of Bangalorean English words and their unusual usage. The piece below is my way of thanking the City for keeping me amused all along. I hope you find it amusing, too.
This is a mock-serious piece. It depends on the readers' sense of humor or their sensitivity to Bangalorean English to make out when I'm seriously serious or jokingly jocular.

Here we go…
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I'm new to Bangalore. I am somewhere in Jayanagar suburb, driving on a longish lane
(18th main, I discover later). I'm trying to find my way to Surana College. I have been directed by the college authorities to drive up to 'South end Circle', and ask for further directions.

Like any visitor new to a town, I get out of the car and ask for help from an alert, well-dressed person. These are the directions I receive from this well-meaning, well-informed person:

"Go straight… turn left at the firstttt circle …leave three circles, turn right at the fourth circle, and you will hit South end Circle".

Obediently, I drive on and on, till the 18th main is no more; then thinking that I may have been going in the opposite direction, I take a 180-degree turn, and drive on 18th main again, till it ends at a petrol-filling station. Either way, I come across no circle. At the petrol station, I request a motorcycle-rider for help. By coincidence he too is heading towards Surana College, and asks me to follow him.

The missing-multiple-circles' mystery is resolved by the kindly principal of Surana College: he enlightens me that an intersection or a crossing is called a circle in this part of our planet.

Having driven around all the great circles of India - Mumbai's King's Circle, Horniman Circle, Jacob Circle; New Delhi's Connaught Circus, Gol Dakkhana - I try to seek some explanation for this uniquely Bangalorean geometrical perversion.

All that a few apologetic 'experts' have to say is this: "Sir, the fact is that originally every crossing was planned to be a circle, but for reasons of space, the idea was dropped." I smile: having been warned by behavioural psychologists that most half-truths usually begin with "The fact is…"

But thanks to this early encounter with Bangalori Angrezi - that too in the firstttt week of my arrival - I become doubly alert hereafter to Bangalorean distortions and subversions of the English language, a language that I have learnt the hard way , not just in academia, but also during my 30 years' career as a medical writer. - 1 -
Indeed, repetitive assaults on my received knowledge of English finally take their toll: I decide to leave Bangalore, as these frequent un-English confrontations were becoming a threat to my livelihood.

Before leaving Bangalore, I did start a compilation, ' A Glossary of Bangalori Angrezi' for the benefit of fellow strangers who keep succumbing to the magnetic pull of Bangalore's job-market or its weather or both.


Here's a preview of my as yet incomplete Glossary:

Mains and Crosses

With rare exceptions, most mains are narrow lanes and most crosses are closer to the width of highways in a smaller town.

Don't Bunk a Pump

A petrol-filling station - Petrol Pump in the rest of country - is called Petrol Bunk.

Don't Pay-in; Deposit
Despite 'Pay-in Slip' clearly written, in Bangalore the term is 'deposit slip'

Dead-end
In other cities, when a street leads no further, it's a dead end: in Bangalore, the road merrily continues but its last turn is called a dead end.

Tinkering - the deepest dent in King's English.

After my car has received the usual welcoming kisses from Bangalore's chaotic drivers, I take it to an upmarket workshop to get the dents smoothened. And of course, I ask for an estimate. It reads:

a) Tinkering Rs. 9,000
b) Painting Rs. 3000

Seeing my horrified face, the workshop manager reassures me that he employs the best tinker in town, and that the charges for dent-beating are reasonable. I decide not to tell the manager that English dictionary defines 'Tinker' as an unskilled mender or a bungler, and 'to tinker' is to fiddle with an object with the possibility of damaging it.

Dr Rajeshwar Singh [scriptamedica@gmail.com]

 
At Monday, August 20, 2007 4:03:00 PM, Blogger Dr Natasha Das said...

Hi,

I have known Dr. Singh for a while now. He is an amazing personality to interact with.

It was this very article that got us introduced to each other. When I wrote to him, I think I was the 200th person complimenting him for this very article. He told me about the numerous letters he received from people who believed the article was in bad taste.

But I guess that's what writing is all about. Some like what you write. Some don't.

 

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