Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Poetry Session – August 13, 2015

Our second monsoon session of poetry featured no poems about rain, but we welcomed a young visitor in Nikita Cherian, the niece of Talitha, and a new member, Saraswathy Rajendran.

KumKum, Shoba, Priya, Sunil, Kavita, Nikita, Talitha, Pamela, Saraswathy

 We also created a record of sorts for the hard copy size of a handout (10cm x 10 cm) and font size (9pt) so that an A4 page could be arranged to produce 6 copies! This was Priya's feat. She also displayed a degree of loyalty to our reading group worthy of emulation.

Priya

A poet whose name rhymes with love came to the rescue of Sunil (see http://kochiread.blogspot.in/2015/06/poetry-reading-jun-26-2015.html) and we have a video of her performing the poem Sunil chose at the White House, introduced by the President of America.

Nikita, Talitha, Pamela, Saraswathy

Since August is the month when we recall the horror of the atom bomb, on this 70th anniversary of Hiroshima we got to hear the poetic voice of a hibakusha (atom bomb survivor).

Cakes for KumKum's Birthday: Gopa, Kavita, Nikita, Talitha, Pamela, KumKum


We also had poems by a major poet in Indian English in the twentieth century, Nissim Ezekiel. The session wound up with a poet of Bengal dear to people on both sides of the border, in a fine translation of two short poems.

Cakes for KumKum's Birthday: Saraswathy & Shoba

Here we stand at the end of the session, which included a brief cake distribution and singing for KumKum on her birthday, two days prior to the meeting.

Joe, Sunil, KumKum, Gopa, Talitha, Pamela, Kavita, Saraswathy, Shoba, Nikita (Priya had to leave early)

Monday, August 3, 2015

Tribute to Dr APJ Abdul Kalam – July 27, 2015

Bharat Ratna Avul Pakir Jainulabdeen Abdul Kalam

The whole of India feels sad learning of the death of Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam, former President of India.

Everyone acknowledges that he was not only a distinguished scientist, but a President who changed the protocol of being President and made ease of access and doffing the vice-regal pomp of the office an essential feature of his tenure. He spent his life with the same frugality into which he was born in Rameswaram in a fishing village. He was the complete Indian who lived and breathed and understood and studied all the streams of life in India. 

If there is a small homage we desire to pay we can read some of the speeches he gave on a variety of occasions. You can see them all at

I choose these four below as representative. I was first led to admire him by reading this talk many years ago in 2007:
Dr Kalam Interacting with the Students of Sree Guru Sarvabhouma Sanskrit Vidyapeetam, Mantralayam

He is addressing students of a Sanskrit school and starts off by reciting a mantra, which he translates into English in the next few lines for the अनपढ (ignorant) like me. Then he remembers his Sanskrit teachers. And launches into something he has taken time to prepare and none could write but him. He shames Presidents who have to depend on what a speechwriter feeds them. In his case the wealth of personal experience and learning gave him unparalleled access to the knowledge out of which he could speak. 

He was ever a child, never grew out of the enthusiasms of a child, or the curiosity, or the energy of a child. Everyone spoke of his simplicity. He narrates an incident in the following address he gave to students of a school in Bhuj (Gujarat) about an occasion when his father thrashed him. It's quite instructive, as it certainly was for him:
Dr Kalam meets the School Children of Bhuj, Kutch District, Gujarat 

A young student from a School in Bhuj, Kutch District, Gujarat who attended

In the next event, a convocation Address he gave at the Women's Christian College, Chennai, Dr Kalam recalls the words of the Founder-Principal, Dr Miss Eleanor McDougall, who said, "We can do no better service to India, than to liberate the energies of wisdom and devotion which are latent in a woman." He goes on to tell the story of a conversation he had about the GDP index with John Nash, the Nobel-winning economist; and talks about his predecessors at the Indian Space Research Organisation (ISRO) and how Dr Vikram Sarabhai met the Bishop of Trivandrum to get land for what is now called the Vikram Sarabhai Space Research Centre, which began life as the Thumba Equatorial Rocket Launching Station (TERLS) in 1962:

Dr Kalam at the Annual Convocation of The Women's Christian College, Chennai, Tamil Nadu


Here is the last one I offer where Dr Kalam ponders on the advice of Lord Buddha to the Sangha and how it felt to be sitting under the same Bodhi tree 2,500 years later:

Dr Kalam at the 2550th Anniversary of Mahaparinirvana of Lord Buddha


Monks at the 2550th Anniversary of Mahaparinirvana of Lord Buddha, Kushinagar, Uttar Pradesh

It is when you read these talks you come to an understanding of what it really means to live as an Indian. It is not tolerance of differences, it is love of the other. This man embodied it and he was not lazy to apply his mind to whatever came his way that required understanding. 


KumKum and I visited his house in Rameswaram, when we were on a temple tour of S India before going to the ex-IBMers gathering in Kodaikanal in Feb 2014. The house is a kind of museum, with a street-front only about 20 feet wide and you go up a narrow staircase to the first floor and see rooms set out with Dr Kalam's awards, books, plaques and honorary degrees. This house belonged to him and his elder brother and stands on a narrow street. The house is as unpretentious as the man himself was. Some of the garish borders are later add-ons; the original house was a light blue wash.

As it turns out the only occasion when KumKum and I met him was quite similar to the event where he took ill and died in Shillong addressing students at one of the newer Indian Institutes of Management. On Feb 4, 2008 KumKum wanted to hear Abdul Kalam, for he was listed in the Kochi newspaper as speaking at the School of Social Sciences at the 100-acre campus of the Rajagiri School of Management in Kakkanad: http://rajagiri.edu/

Dr Kalam arriving at Rajagiri Institute of Management to deliver talk on 'Creative Leadership', Feb 4, 2008 

The former President was speaking on 'Creative Leadership.’ Obviously, he cared for his audience and prepared. On the same day he was speaking at three other places! Professionally, he was Mission Director for some of the early Indian satellite launches. He combined enthusiasms in several fields that made him lively and interesting. He was a devout Muslim, but was as familiar with the writings of the Hindu saints of S India as he was with the Koran. Indeed he quoted one of them, Saint Thiruvallavar in Tamil during his leadership talk on that day: “For those who do ill to you, the best punishment is to return good to them."  

So there he was, a vegetarian Muslim, quoting a Hindu saint in Tamil to students in a Catholic institution, with English as the necessary lingua franca to get his message across – although by upbringing he was a fluent speaker in at least three S Indian languages and could have got his message across in shudh Malayalam with the same ease, perhaps.  He emphasised the need for integrity everywhere he went, and sometimes, with graduating students, he would make them recite an oath after him to act with integrity, in whatever they did thereafter with their lives.

Friday, July 24, 2015

The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro – July 22, 2015

First Edition, 1989

This reading had two occasions to celebrate, Eid al-Fitr, and Thommo's impending departure to Istanbul to begin a 40-country drive around the world in his Hyundai i20. We celebrated the breaking of the fast with semia payasam and shammi kabab brought by Zakia. And ordered up namkeen, tea and coffee from the CYC kitchen for Thommo's journey – he'll be leaving on Aug 2.

Zakia, Priya, Thommo

 The novel was all about buttling, and we were regaled with tales of butlers who had survived the most extreme of circumstances without losing their aplomb. Stevens in the present novel is a particularly anal variety of the tribe. When Joe used that word Thommo remarked there was a Bengali babu in his office in Calcutta named অনল, pronounced 'onol', who unfortunately spelled his name in English, Anal.

Preeti & Pamela

Philosophically this novel propounds the tale of one who habitually subordinates his life's ambitions and goals to those of his master. Call it servility in one sense, but it is the kind of supreme sacrifice of the ego through which saints reach their goal by denying the self on the altar of a higher good. The tragedy of Stevens the butler is that his master ultimately fails, but not on account of any lack of effort on Stevens' part.

Thommo, Preeti, Pamela, Joe

There's also an abortive romance that denies Stevens the one chance he had of rounding out the evening of his life, when nothing remains of the day. In the film version it is with Mrs Benn (Emma Thompson) that Stevens (Anthony Hopkins) silently sheds a tear in parting.

Panoramic view of the readers

Here we are enjoying our double feast:

Thommo is Rs 5L short of the Rs 15L funding & Hyundai hasn't chipped in yet ...

Celebrating Eid Al-Fitr with Zakia's Semia Payasam & Shammi Kabab


And here's the group photograph at the end of the reading:

Joe, Zakia, Priya, Thommo, KumKum, Talitha, Shoba, Pamela, Preeti