When the Innocent collapsed
Under the white sky and
For the last time they breathed
The Earth’s womb shook and
Sorrow tore every root
Melancholy were the winds
Silent were the rains
Dark mountains brooded none
Angelic bells rung never more
Love was denounced forever
Archangels were doomed
As was the common man
And silent alleys roam dark
And forever damned souls
Writing grating requiems
And gruesome bawdy odes
Over dead love, long gone.
Godspeed………..
Friday, December 04, 2009
Thursday, November 05, 2009
A well trained street dog
I was driving back to Pondy after meeting a client in a place called Rettanai, a very remote village. I was crossing the GST road and stopped at a place called Kooteripattu X Road for some refreshment.
I had stopped at a typical road side transit point shop. Everything about the shop was temporary, including the coin phone box and the ice box. I was smoking and having a Coke, when it started raining very heavily. A policeman ran into the shade of this shop for shelter and so did a dirty looking dog. The space was enough for the four of us - The shopkeeper, the policeman, I and the dog.
The dog was the shopkeeper’s friend and kept brushing itself against him. I could see that he was hungry.
I decided to buy a Tiger biscuit packet and give him some biscuits. I opened the pack and when I offered him the biscuit, he wouldn’t take it at all. He turned away at first, and when I walked around and put the biscuit near his snout, he sort of pushed it away and turned away again.
The shopkeeper decided to intervene. He asked the dog to eat and then he started accepting my biscuits and wagging tails at me. We finished with the biscuits and he just went off to a corner of the tarpaulin enclosure and sat on his haunches.
This is exemplary behavior and highest discipline, and coming from a street dog, it bowled me over completely. I was asking the shopkeeper how long he knew the dog, and the reply was 6 months. The dog would have been an adult when he started patronizing the shop. Then where, how and when was he trained? Why did he become a street dog? Did he run away? Was he abandoned? Did he lose his way somehow?
I had stopped at a typical road side transit point shop. Everything about the shop was temporary, including the coin phone box and the ice box. I was smoking and having a Coke, when it started raining very heavily. A policeman ran into the shade of this shop for shelter and so did a dirty looking dog. The space was enough for the four of us - The shopkeeper, the policeman, I and the dog.
The dog was the shopkeeper’s friend and kept brushing itself against him. I could see that he was hungry.
I decided to buy a Tiger biscuit packet and give him some biscuits. I opened the pack and when I offered him the biscuit, he wouldn’t take it at all. He turned away at first, and when I walked around and put the biscuit near his snout, he sort of pushed it away and turned away again.
The shopkeeper decided to intervene. He asked the dog to eat and then he started accepting my biscuits and wagging tails at me. We finished with the biscuits and he just went off to a corner of the tarpaulin enclosure and sat on his haunches.
This is exemplary behavior and highest discipline, and coming from a street dog, it bowled me over completely. I was asking the shopkeeper how long he knew the dog, and the reply was 6 months. The dog would have been an adult when he started patronizing the shop. Then where, how and when was he trained? Why did he become a street dog? Did he run away? Was he abandoned? Did he lose his way somehow?
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Schooling or What???
They say all men are not made equal. Someone is better than many others and many others are better than most others. There is no state of not comparing in man’s life; there are highs, lows, gradients. There are sometimes small plateaus, but with sheer drops.
As part of my work, I visit and work with schools in urban and rural places. I see children trudging along in monotony, ennui and fear in many many places. Usually the schools that are looked up to in their town are the ones where children are at an unwarranted low. Children need not go through the stress at their age, to simply learn. The parents want the child to learn and develop, the school wants the child to put up a great show – at home and in the tests/exams, but what does the child want?
Children want to learn too, but without being pressurized, threatened and being abused for their personality type. Though no child can tell this like I have said, all the child wants is to have a good time at school while they grow up to be like its father or mother – good, responsible and successful.
In the traditional schooling system in India, children are classified as:
a. The Highly Intelligent – prepares for his classes, never misses an assignment, quick fire in answers, top five ranks in the class, very good memory
b. The Hard Workers – prepares for class, asks doubts, never misses an assignment, is good at recalling answers and usually a very good memory
c. The SO SO Children – usually score first class, but struggle and are quiet in class
d. The Weak Children – fail or just pass cases
The a & b types are personality types that pick up stuff by just listening and reading. They are not dependent on the school for their education, but the school is dependent on them to produce “results” and maintain the status of the school.
The c & d types are different personality types who can’t pick up concepts by just listening, reading and memorizing. They form the bulk of the school’s roster, usually from 40% to 60%. They really need their schooling to accommodate their alternative or majority learning personality. They need their schooling to prepare them for life, for competition and to become good people. Their needs are being ignored continuously, by the theory that every child is the same, (if he can score, why cant you?) and that schools are trying to produce engineers and doctors only, and not human beings.
Let us look at the typical learning experiences of the type c& d school children.
a. He is slow in the class, is usually undisciplined, could be hyperactive and/or neurotic, gets physically and mentally abused for being like this, doesn’t score marks, is continuously lying, hiding.
b. He is picking up learning experiences continuously outside school. He is good at cycling, mobile phones, computers, making clay models, etc. He is better than the a & b types in many things that may be required to be successful in life.
c. He comes to school out of fear for the parents, is going through schooling in fear for the teachers, marks and abuses, and is living through life in fear of abandonment and ostracization.
d. He may have never or seldom gone through a moment of enlightenment in school, even if he has, he won’t divulge it.
If a school makes 1 million in a year, the types c & d contribute 0.6 million, yet they are not addressed. It is a sad state of affairs with parents ignoring their unique child’s needs for the more glamorous “marks” and “career”. Nearly all c & d type children get psychologically malformed due to their schooling.
I have defined the types of children taking cues from how children are actually assessed in school. Many or most people believe that any other method of classification is impractical, blasphemous and sometimes even immoral. It is the fixated practicality of adults that is spoiling our future generations for us.
As part of my work, I visit and work with schools in urban and rural places. I see children trudging along in monotony, ennui and fear in many many places. Usually the schools that are looked up to in their town are the ones where children are at an unwarranted low. Children need not go through the stress at their age, to simply learn. The parents want the child to learn and develop, the school wants the child to put up a great show – at home and in the tests/exams, but what does the child want?
Children want to learn too, but without being pressurized, threatened and being abused for their personality type. Though no child can tell this like I have said, all the child wants is to have a good time at school while they grow up to be like its father or mother – good, responsible and successful.
In the traditional schooling system in India, children are classified as:
a. The Highly Intelligent – prepares for his classes, never misses an assignment, quick fire in answers, top five ranks in the class, very good memory
b. The Hard Workers – prepares for class, asks doubts, never misses an assignment, is good at recalling answers and usually a very good memory
c. The SO SO Children – usually score first class, but struggle and are quiet in class
d. The Weak Children – fail or just pass cases
The a & b types are personality types that pick up stuff by just listening and reading. They are not dependent on the school for their education, but the school is dependent on them to produce “results” and maintain the status of the school.
The c & d types are different personality types who can’t pick up concepts by just listening, reading and memorizing. They form the bulk of the school’s roster, usually from 40% to 60%. They really need their schooling to accommodate their alternative or majority learning personality. They need their schooling to prepare them for life, for competition and to become good people. Their needs are being ignored continuously, by the theory that every child is the same, (if he can score, why cant you?) and that schools are trying to produce engineers and doctors only, and not human beings.
Let us look at the typical learning experiences of the type c& d school children.
a. He is slow in the class, is usually undisciplined, could be hyperactive and/or neurotic, gets physically and mentally abused for being like this, doesn’t score marks, is continuously lying, hiding.
b. He is picking up learning experiences continuously outside school. He is good at cycling, mobile phones, computers, making clay models, etc. He is better than the a & b types in many things that may be required to be successful in life.
c. He comes to school out of fear for the parents, is going through schooling in fear for the teachers, marks and abuses, and is living through life in fear of abandonment and ostracization.
d. He may have never or seldom gone through a moment of enlightenment in school, even if he has, he won’t divulge it.
If a school makes 1 million in a year, the types c & d contribute 0.6 million, yet they are not addressed. It is a sad state of affairs with parents ignoring their unique child’s needs for the more glamorous “marks” and “career”. Nearly all c & d type children get psychologically malformed due to their schooling.
I have defined the types of children taking cues from how children are actually assessed in school. Many or most people believe that any other method of classification is impractical, blasphemous and sometimes even immoral. It is the fixated practicality of adults that is spoiling our future generations for us.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Medium Vs. Idea
Diwali is the festival to celebrate the slaying of a demon by Goddess Kali. And there are lights all around us, laughter and so much of fun.
Let me examine what Diwali means to many of us:
a. Loads of discounts on mobiles, clothes, consumer durables – and hence days of shopping
b. Some sort of a gift coupon from the office
c. Bonus and reveling in spending
d. Crackers
e. Sweets
f. Loads of movies – Diwali special programs, special movies
g. Friends get together and party
The media and industry have hijacked every festival and probably gone on and created new occasions to actualize sales forecasts and aid economic growth. Dental health week?
The pressure on an average family to celebrate these festivals in the ‘proper’ way is enormous. We see a frenzy of spending in the weeks leading up to diwali. The richer shop a week or fortnight in advance and the poor in the last week.
Diwali is the triumph of good over evil. But what evil, in myself, have I defeated this year? In the end, the medium always seems to defeat the idea. We are more worried about religion that God. More worried about how to celebrate than why to celebrate.
Even Goddess Kali is not able to set an example for us!
Let me examine what Diwali means to many of us:
a. Loads of discounts on mobiles, clothes, consumer durables – and hence days of shopping
b. Some sort of a gift coupon from the office
c. Bonus and reveling in spending
d. Crackers
e. Sweets
f. Loads of movies – Diwali special programs, special movies
g. Friends get together and party
The media and industry have hijacked every festival and probably gone on and created new occasions to actualize sales forecasts and aid economic growth. Dental health week?
The pressure on an average family to celebrate these festivals in the ‘proper’ way is enormous. We see a frenzy of spending in the weeks leading up to diwali. The richer shop a week or fortnight in advance and the poor in the last week.
Diwali is the triumph of good over evil. But what evil, in myself, have I defeated this year? In the end, the medium always seems to defeat the idea. We are more worried about religion that God. More worried about how to celebrate than why to celebrate.
Even Goddess Kali is not able to set an example for us!
Friday, September 04, 2009
Democracy!
I was watching television yesterday evening, and the breaking news was the
disappearance of the chopper in which the CM of Andhra Pradesh, Dr. YSR, was
flying.
The chopper went down in a jungle, off Chittoor. A dense forest of 3000 sq.
kms, naxal infested, and dangerous even for security forces to venture into.
Security agencies went into a tizzy. 6000 troops and personnel being
deployed to hunt down the missing chopper. Sukhois flying low altitude with
night vision cameras, army choppers flying with flood lights, tribals and
police on the march. NASA brought in to beam in real time images of the
forest to hunt for any signs of movement.
It was amazing the amount of technology that can be harnessed in a backward
country like ours to hunt down a missing CM. It is a matter of national
shame that the chopper carrying his contingent was overdue on its flight
worthiness certificate, and there was no SOP or standard op procedure in
case something like this happens. Security agencies were caught unawares on
what to do, and thus lost the golden hours when a crash site has not yet
disintegrated totally.
When so much of technology can be brought in to hunt some one very
important, then why can’t it be used to hunt down the naxals? The naxals or
the more popular name of Maoists are increasingly being heard of in the
media, holding vast stretches of the country on tenterhooks, with their
demands, revenge killings, and rampage.
Chattisgarh, Jharkand and a few other states have become their home turf. We
hear from the media that external forces hostile to India are training and
equipping them. The same is said of all movements that disrupt the way of
the democracy in our country. The guns come from abroad, their camps are
situated abroad to train them. But they all are Indians.
Some say that if they were Indians, then why they can’t stand up for their
rights within our system. Why must they wage a war that is extra judicial?
You could see that after every anti-Muslim pogrom, we have seen many years
of ghastly and daring terrorist acts. If any one in the government has any
wits at all, they should stop these pogroms from happening.
People are marginalized when they don’t get justice. Unless judicial reforms
become reality, there will be no peace in our country. Stop the injustice!
Everyone is aware of what happened to Mr. Narendra Modi when he was on the
show “The Devil’s Advocate”. When he was questioned on the Gujarat pogroms,
he was unable to answer. He had the look of someone who was being hunted for
his sins. He had a glass of water, and decided to walk out of the show. The
question that caused such a response was: “What did you do as the Chief
Minister of Gujarat to stop the violence?” The compare wouldn’t let him go
with the usual “we were doing our best”. He persisted and Mr. Modi couldn’t
stand up for his dignity. Mr. Modi was insulted.
I was reading an article about a man who has been in jail for 50+ years. His
family forgot, the nation forgot. He has got a compensation of Rs. 3 lacs
from the Government, but 3 lacs for 50 years of injustice is like wiping
someone’s ass with a coarse 200 grit abrasive paper.
Last week, the Moaists had called a strike in Bihar and Jharkand, and went
about bombing railway stations, tracks and mobile towers. Their demand was
very simple: “Take our comrades to court”. It seems that the police were
holding and interrogating two Maoist leaders outside the law. The Maoists
wanted them to be produced in court and remanded to judicial or police
custody. Now who is with the law and who is against it? The police
eventually took these people to the court, and the strike ended soon after.
It is that simple as this. People who don’t get justice form their own
system of justice. First, the hard core people will be the one’s directly
affected. It will be a small group of 4-5 people, then they will administer
justice on their own terms, then people join in who are enchanted by the
whole quickness and fairness, and then comes the popular movement. Violence is inhuman, but so is injustice. Violence breaks lives, but injustice can rip apart the whole society.
Thousands and thousands of troops are present in the naxal ‘infested’ areas.
They shoot, kill or arrest any person who is deemed a threat to the country.
But a corrupt official or sarpanch or corporator is immune to such a buildup
of hostile opinion and action. Is a revenue official who takes bribes any
worse than a naxal?
The naxal fights to rid the country of corruption. He knows why he is doing
this, but he doesn’t know how else to do it. He is just using the age old
technique of overpowering the system, when people like us would like the
system to change from within.
Where is our country headed? Judges are protesting against calls to declare
their assets. If they are good and honest why must they object?
Where is our country headed? A sensible government, headed by Dr. Singh is
not able to or willing to pass a bill banning politicians with criminal
records from representing the people.
Where is our country headed? A country of such immense potential is closing
its eyes to corruption in the name of progress and economic reforms.
Where is our country headed? When we believe that force is the only solution
to all social evils.
Where is our country headed? The mechanisms that must be protecting the
people and their rights are destroying the lives of people.
The Singur story is a good case in point. There are places where people are
not able to raise a single stick of carrot throughput the year. Industry
doesn’t come up these places. Industry comes up in places where there are 3
paddy harvests a year, monsoon or no monsoon.
1. The WB government acquires land from farmers, through whatever means.
2. The WB government hands over this land at a throwaway price to the
Tatas.
3. Tata’s build a factory on the land and manufacture small cars
4. The people who gave up the land can be employed in the factory.
It is little comfort to note that a farmer, his own master, an entrepreneur
in his own right has to wear trousers and shoes and go to work for the
Tatas. Would a small scale manufacturer of shoe laces ever go and work in a
factory, unless he fails in his business?
How safe is it to assume that a farmer will be employable in a car factory?
A farmer who is uneducated will be sweeping floors and wiping toilet seats
in the factory.
Whatever has happened to pride? What has happened to self respect? Where is
our national pledge of upholding a citizen’s dignity?
People are being pushed around a lot in the name of development. Whether
this is a sustainable mode of development, no one knows. Social scientists
believe we are on course for destruction and anarchy. We are witnessing
signs of it already.
disappearance of the chopper in which the CM of Andhra Pradesh, Dr. YSR, was
flying.
The chopper went down in a jungle, off Chittoor. A dense forest of 3000 sq.
kms, naxal infested, and dangerous even for security forces to venture into.
Security agencies went into a tizzy. 6000 troops and personnel being
deployed to hunt down the missing chopper. Sukhois flying low altitude with
night vision cameras, army choppers flying with flood lights, tribals and
police on the march. NASA brought in to beam in real time images of the
forest to hunt for any signs of movement.
It was amazing the amount of technology that can be harnessed in a backward
country like ours to hunt down a missing CM. It is a matter of national
shame that the chopper carrying his contingent was overdue on its flight
worthiness certificate, and there was no SOP or standard op procedure in
case something like this happens. Security agencies were caught unawares on
what to do, and thus lost the golden hours when a crash site has not yet
disintegrated totally.
When so much of technology can be brought in to hunt some one very
important, then why can’t it be used to hunt down the naxals? The naxals or
the more popular name of Maoists are increasingly being heard of in the
media, holding vast stretches of the country on tenterhooks, with their
demands, revenge killings, and rampage.
Chattisgarh, Jharkand and a few other states have become their home turf. We
hear from the media that external forces hostile to India are training and
equipping them. The same is said of all movements that disrupt the way of
the democracy in our country. The guns come from abroad, their camps are
situated abroad to train them. But they all are Indians.
Some say that if they were Indians, then why they can’t stand up for their
rights within our system. Why must they wage a war that is extra judicial?
You could see that after every anti-Muslim pogrom, we have seen many years
of ghastly and daring terrorist acts. If any one in the government has any
wits at all, they should stop these pogroms from happening.
People are marginalized when they don’t get justice. Unless judicial reforms
become reality, there will be no peace in our country. Stop the injustice!
Everyone is aware of what happened to Mr. Narendra Modi when he was on the
show “The Devil’s Advocate”. When he was questioned on the Gujarat pogroms,
he was unable to answer. He had the look of someone who was being hunted for
his sins. He had a glass of water, and decided to walk out of the show. The
question that caused such a response was: “What did you do as the Chief
Minister of Gujarat to stop the violence?” The compare wouldn’t let him go
with the usual “we were doing our best”. He persisted and Mr. Modi couldn’t
stand up for his dignity. Mr. Modi was insulted.
I was reading an article about a man who has been in jail for 50+ years. His
family forgot, the nation forgot. He has got a compensation of Rs. 3 lacs
from the Government, but 3 lacs for 50 years of injustice is like wiping
someone’s ass with a coarse 200 grit abrasive paper.
Last week, the Moaists had called a strike in Bihar and Jharkand, and went
about bombing railway stations, tracks and mobile towers. Their demand was
very simple: “Take our comrades to court”. It seems that the police were
holding and interrogating two Maoist leaders outside the law. The Maoists
wanted them to be produced in court and remanded to judicial or police
custody. Now who is with the law and who is against it? The police
eventually took these people to the court, and the strike ended soon after.
It is that simple as this. People who don’t get justice form their own
system of justice. First, the hard core people will be the one’s directly
affected. It will be a small group of 4-5 people, then they will administer
justice on their own terms, then people join in who are enchanted by the
whole quickness and fairness, and then comes the popular movement. Violence is inhuman, but so is injustice. Violence breaks lives, but injustice can rip apart the whole society.
Thousands and thousands of troops are present in the naxal ‘infested’ areas.
They shoot, kill or arrest any person who is deemed a threat to the country.
But a corrupt official or sarpanch or corporator is immune to such a buildup
of hostile opinion and action. Is a revenue official who takes bribes any
worse than a naxal?
The naxal fights to rid the country of corruption. He knows why he is doing
this, but he doesn’t know how else to do it. He is just using the age old
technique of overpowering the system, when people like us would like the
system to change from within.
Where is our country headed? Judges are protesting against calls to declare
their assets. If they are good and honest why must they object?
Where is our country headed? A sensible government, headed by Dr. Singh is
not able to or willing to pass a bill banning politicians with criminal
records from representing the people.
Where is our country headed? A country of such immense potential is closing
its eyes to corruption in the name of progress and economic reforms.
Where is our country headed? When we believe that force is the only solution
to all social evils.
Where is our country headed? The mechanisms that must be protecting the
people and their rights are destroying the lives of people.
The Singur story is a good case in point. There are places where people are
not able to raise a single stick of carrot throughput the year. Industry
doesn’t come up these places. Industry comes up in places where there are 3
paddy harvests a year, monsoon or no monsoon.
1. The WB government acquires land from farmers, through whatever means.
2. The WB government hands over this land at a throwaway price to the
Tatas.
3. Tata’s build a factory on the land and manufacture small cars
4. The people who gave up the land can be employed in the factory.
It is little comfort to note that a farmer, his own master, an entrepreneur
in his own right has to wear trousers and shoes and go to work for the
Tatas. Would a small scale manufacturer of shoe laces ever go and work in a
factory, unless he fails in his business?
How safe is it to assume that a farmer will be employable in a car factory?
A farmer who is uneducated will be sweeping floors and wiping toilet seats
in the factory.
Whatever has happened to pride? What has happened to self respect? Where is
our national pledge of upholding a citizen’s dignity?
People are being pushed around a lot in the name of development. Whether
this is a sustainable mode of development, no one knows. Social scientists
believe we are on course for destruction and anarchy. We are witnessing
signs of it already.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Guru Gyrations
I have a relative who is a follower of a Concept of Living, as instructed by a Guruji or a Pundit.
She teaches his teachings. She teaches mainly Yoga and Meditation, both profound practices to feel and explore the Soul.
She is old and a widow. She has been through her share of shit, and she has pulled off life well. Her daughters are well settled and prosperous.
She would talk about kriyas and asanas, and how they can transform the way you live your life, bla bla bla.
The Guruji may be right. He could be leading the otherwise blind people towards a harmony.
But our stupid people are T#$%^*&YUIY*&^(*&)(*)(*.
My relatives elder daughter is pregnant. All relatives were invited for a function, a high tea and a great evening at their place.
It turned out that the grandmother had made elaborate spiritual arrangements for the day of the delivery.
a. There was a white cloth in which the baby will be draped first thing after being born. It was the same piece of cloth that was spread over the chair the Guruji sat on. This will seemingly increase immunity, and cover the baby with the Guruji’s graces.
b. There was a silver spoon, which will feed the first mouthful of milk the baby would take. This was the same spoon the Guruji used to have some kheer during one of his tours. This will give the baby some sort of good stomach. I didn’t catch the exact context.
My head started reeling in the disgust at the unhealthy things my mind started thinking at that moment.
The Guru must be a bad man I thought at first, to exploit such people. I even told my wife that the lady must have brought the Guru’s langot and make her son in law wear it to be able to make his wife pregnant. My wife was naturally mad at me. But I didn’t see any difference in my thinking and the lady’s, other than the fact that I was deliberately trying to berate the Guru for exploiting his people.
When I went into things further, I understood that the Guru was not a Swami or a monk. He was just a teacher, who was trying to teach people.( I still don’t understand why a teacher must wear a Buddha and sport a long, flowing beard) In the process he has amassed much wealth on behalf of his trusts and temples, and charities and things like that. He was just running a plain business line. That of serving up one’s soul on a platter. He would tell you how to feel your conscience, how to be good, and how to be true, how to love. He would teach all the tenets of humanity as if it were new. He would add a few things here and there, and then try to make it sound unique and interesting. There would be bhajans and trance sessions, and people are just mesmerized not at what his teachings have evoked, but by the man himself.
He just is plain more intelligent than many of you. You think his eyes radiate a power. You have gone there to liberate a heavy soul. How could you look at the eyes of a man who you think is liberated? You, with your low self esteem have already lost the power to look at such a person in the eye. The Guru is confident because he knows no one would dare to look him in the eye. In the end it is all about the domination and subjugation. People nowadays don’t just need religion to be spiritual, they need to be taught.
The Guruji is exploiting his talents alone and nothing else. He never asks for anything more than attention.
His followers exploit him and other people.
They make classes out of their learnings of his teachings, they form new orders and ashrams. They make money out of his brand aura and create superstitions like carrying away his robes and cutlery. This sets a precedent and I am sure I would see the langot of the Guru on ebay or Christy’s, London for millions of dollars 20 years from now.
In the end, it is the disciple who is outsmarting the Guru. The disciples who went to liberate their soul, end up soiling their soul further. The Guru doesn’t bother either. It is just adding up to more brand awareness.
The Guru is running a perfect business, a public limited company.
a. The promoter drives home in a Merc bought by the company – the Guru does the same thing
b. The promoter invests the returns he gets in the business, and takes home only an allowance, thus he is not taxed – the ashrams buy land, start schools and money spinning operations
c. The promoter is not liable in case of business failure. The ashram can similarly shut shop and need not answer any one, even the Government.
d. A smart promoter would develop his executives to lead his business and be relieved – Gurus have always done the same thing. Hasn’t every religious order faced succession politics, malice and crime, just like our corporate successions?
We all think the Guru is doing charity, by teaching idiots like us. He is just running a school for adults on the subject of living.
She teaches his teachings. She teaches mainly Yoga and Meditation, both profound practices to feel and explore the Soul.
She is old and a widow. She has been through her share of shit, and she has pulled off life well. Her daughters are well settled and prosperous.
She would talk about kriyas and asanas, and how they can transform the way you live your life, bla bla bla.
The Guruji may be right. He could be leading the otherwise blind people towards a harmony.
But our stupid people are T#$%^*&YUIY*&^(*&)(*)(*.
My relatives elder daughter is pregnant. All relatives were invited for a function, a high tea and a great evening at their place.
It turned out that the grandmother had made elaborate spiritual arrangements for the day of the delivery.
a. There was a white cloth in which the baby will be draped first thing after being born. It was the same piece of cloth that was spread over the chair the Guruji sat on. This will seemingly increase immunity, and cover the baby with the Guruji’s graces.
b. There was a silver spoon, which will feed the first mouthful of milk the baby would take. This was the same spoon the Guruji used to have some kheer during one of his tours. This will give the baby some sort of good stomach. I didn’t catch the exact context.
My head started reeling in the disgust at the unhealthy things my mind started thinking at that moment.
The Guru must be a bad man I thought at first, to exploit such people. I even told my wife that the lady must have brought the Guru’s langot and make her son in law wear it to be able to make his wife pregnant. My wife was naturally mad at me. But I didn’t see any difference in my thinking and the lady’s, other than the fact that I was deliberately trying to berate the Guru for exploiting his people.
When I went into things further, I understood that the Guru was not a Swami or a monk. He was just a teacher, who was trying to teach people.( I still don’t understand why a teacher must wear a Buddha and sport a long, flowing beard) In the process he has amassed much wealth on behalf of his trusts and temples, and charities and things like that. He was just running a plain business line. That of serving up one’s soul on a platter. He would tell you how to feel your conscience, how to be good, and how to be true, how to love. He would teach all the tenets of humanity as if it were new. He would add a few things here and there, and then try to make it sound unique and interesting. There would be bhajans and trance sessions, and people are just mesmerized not at what his teachings have evoked, but by the man himself.
He just is plain more intelligent than many of you. You think his eyes radiate a power. You have gone there to liberate a heavy soul. How could you look at the eyes of a man who you think is liberated? You, with your low self esteem have already lost the power to look at such a person in the eye. The Guru is confident because he knows no one would dare to look him in the eye. In the end it is all about the domination and subjugation. People nowadays don’t just need religion to be spiritual, they need to be taught.
The Guruji is exploiting his talents alone and nothing else. He never asks for anything more than attention.
His followers exploit him and other people.
They make classes out of their learnings of his teachings, they form new orders and ashrams. They make money out of his brand aura and create superstitions like carrying away his robes and cutlery. This sets a precedent and I am sure I would see the langot of the Guru on ebay or Christy’s, London for millions of dollars 20 years from now.
In the end, it is the disciple who is outsmarting the Guru. The disciples who went to liberate their soul, end up soiling their soul further. The Guru doesn’t bother either. It is just adding up to more brand awareness.
The Guru is running a perfect business, a public limited company.
a. The promoter drives home in a Merc bought by the company – the Guru does the same thing
b. The promoter invests the returns he gets in the business, and takes home only an allowance, thus he is not taxed – the ashrams buy land, start schools and money spinning operations
c. The promoter is not liable in case of business failure. The ashram can similarly shut shop and need not answer any one, even the Government.
d. A smart promoter would develop his executives to lead his business and be relieved – Gurus have always done the same thing. Hasn’t every religious order faced succession politics, malice and crime, just like our corporate successions?
We all think the Guru is doing charity, by teaching idiots like us. He is just running a school for adults on the subject of living.
Bossing around the bush
We have a General Manager in our office. He is one of the many in our myriad of levels. They have matrix reportees, and have a matrix reporting structure themselves. It means, he will get to screw people from a variety of departments and in turn is mauled, torn, ripped and raped by Senior General Managers, Managing Directors, CEO’s and Chairmen. It is a pitiable plight for these people neither at the top, nor at the bottom. The guy in the bottom is always safe. He will be subjected to all of the above things, but at a smaller scale.
The junior people in the organization are ‘groomed’ to be plundered, bled and raped in a larger scale. This is called the fast tracking of someone’s career. There is not a single boss I haven’t felt sorry for, for the humiliations he goes through to be successful, to be a progressive go getter, to become a leader of an organization. It looks ridiculous.
There are bosses, and then there are bosses. Every boss is different, and unique.
I had a boss, my first boss, who was an expert in undressing you. He would get a great pleasure to see stand there quivering, covering your vitals for virtual fear of castration. One would always want to take him out with one super blow, because he would always be looking to fell you. I thought I felled him with one nice left uppercut when I resigned from the company and gave my exit interview, but he has come to my company now! So you never punch your boss, even when you are leaving the organization.
Then I had a boss who was slippery as an eel. No one could grab him, and squeeze him. Reneging on commitments, double crossing almost everybody, soft spoken and suave. You would want to murder him, but he will talk you out of it. His bosses would scratch their heads on his logic, but they know something is wrong deep down. They would have the “let me get my hands on you” looks about them. But he was in no way an arrogant person. But he too had a big ego, to make things look to others the way he sees it.
Then I had a boss who was very different from the above. He was gentle, always neutral, unprejudiced, and a perfect gentleman, every bit very selfish. He never took anyone’s side other than his own. It would be a wonder when he would be getting promoted, when all of us who made the performance would get content with ‘better luck next year’. Then we all got together and decided that – OUR BOSS NEVER WILL HARM US, BUT HE NEVER DOES ANYTHING UPLIFTING EITHER. Don’t do good, and don’t do bad. It is a sickening thing to be there with a boss who would be ignoring you for the good you did and also for the bad you did.
Then I have a boss here who talks so much that he trips over with laughter. He tries to be funny, and very often manages to move us to laughter. But he is very bad at subordinating work. He would expect you to pick up things as you go. He would say Vinod is responsible for a, b and c. Amit is responsible for b, c and d. Jayant for a, b and d. So no one knows what he is getting to. Someone would like a, b, c or d, and would get it done. Someone like me who is a bad team player, is doing something like equity trading, and reading google news.
Then I have another boss here, who I don’t know how he became a boss. In meetings, or presentations, he would be the best listener, encouraging you with his wide, wonder filled eyes. Then he would ask the question that is most diagonally opposite to what is being communicated. He is a funny guy. You have to send him a mail, and call him up and tell him that something has been mailed to him. He would be cloistered in his cabin all day, then he would jump out of cabin and would be staring over your shoulder asking the most trivial thing like have you sent me a mail. He never uses his desk phone or intercom. He has become a subject of study for me here in Pune. I would like to narrate something that happened in the canteen with him.
Today, a friend and I were chatting in the canteen, and having some snacks. So Mr. Kutty, I would call him that from now on, walks in, and joins us. I introduced my friend to him. His name is Ramesh; he has joined us just last week. He is from a company called Eicher, my ex employer.
So he asked Ramesh, “So Ramesh how long you were with Eicher?”
Ramesh replies, “Two and a half years, sir.”
Kutty rejoins with enthusiasm, “Who was your boss is Eicher? I have many friends in your ex company. You know, VRVS was a very good friend of mine.”
Ramesh was filled with awe to this Kutty who seemed to know every person in Eicher Motors and especially the charismatic Country Marketing Head of the company.
Ramesh replies, “Mr. Lakshmipathy, sir. He is a GM there.”
Kutty’s eyes lit up with a widespread recognition. It seemed even to me that he would know this Mr. Lakshmipathy.
Kutty becomes serious now. “Let me recollect.” He seriously is trying to plumb into the depths of his memory. “I knew someone by the name of Lakshmipathy.”
Kutty remained silent for a few moments.
“I remember now. His full name is Lakshmipathy Balaji. I do recollect that I have spoken to him once.”
Ramesh, my friend started smiling in a derogatory way, poking me with his glances and pointing to Kutty as if he had made a big mistake worth heckling.
“Lakshmipathy Balaji is a cricketer sir. My ex boss was Mr. T. Lakshmipathy sir, and he has never played cricket in his life.”
I caught the joke now, and started laughing and Kutty, the true sport that he is, started laughing too. Then he abruptly nodded his head, in a very matter of fact manner and disappeared into his cabin. For us it was the turning point of the day. Then things started moving fast, and we were telling to this joke to the PD guys, who told it to the MES guys, who told it to the VI guys, who told it to the Engine guys, so on and so forth.
Bosses are like this. They try to pull smart things through. I haven’t met one boss who tries to prove you wrong every time. Whether he is wrong or right in his opinion, he would get pleasure by proving you wrong. He thinks people accept his opinion because he is more intelligent. People always accept it because he is the boss. They don’t point out his errors ever so often. They expect a boss to know his own limitations. Such a one is respected.
In my organization, a structural change was happening, and senior people who were in the field were rounded up and herded off to an assessment center. It was conducted by a third party agency. The results were rumored to be a negative for almost all the senior people in the organization. They were pulled up during feedback, harshly reminded to lead well, and then sent off with their commissions. Their negative scores or lack of competencies translated to reprimands, and pointed reactionary feedback was deemed enough for them to take up higher responsibility.
A boss who is not a good leader will always goof up with his juniors. They will not respect a person who is their leader, but is not leadership adapted. Leadership adapted means someone who moves into a leadership role, will have to adapt to many things like developing people, training, motivating, etc. Our leaders are never trained to lead. They are trained to boss around, and they do just that.
No company has a leadership policy manual. But every company will have an admin manual, HR manual, compensation manual. No company tells its leaders how to behave. The best the leaders can do is moderate their natural instincts. A very aggressive bulldog can be trained to be a pet. But it is better at being snappy than the good sheep dog.
Leaders have to be trained behaviorally. We have programs that tell the qualities of a leader. But no one tells how these qualities come about in a person.
It is said that assertiveness is a pre requisite for being a good leader. Every leader knows that. But some one who doesn’t know how to assert himself will just finely or roughly ignore suggestions, and term them as stupidity. He will stop receiving suggestions for fear of offending him.
It is said that a leader has to take responsibility. People understand things differently. Some leaders will try to do all the things themselves, in the process choking their juniors’ creativity, professional rigor and self esteem.
It is said that a good leader must be able to advocate his views. People misunderstand their steam rolling into advocacy.
Whatever trainings I have attended on the above subjects don’t even remotely refer to behaviors and attitudes. They focus on matrices ‘copywrited/patented’ and on role plays. Half the time people end up trying to show that they are good leaders even before the whole thing started.
Trainers have to depend on all these ‘tools’ because there are no demonstrable examples of leadership styles. If they are, I don’t know where they are. They can be found in biographies and auto biographies, where people hire writers to write good about them, or are vain enough to write good about themselves all by themselves.
The thing is this: People don’t know how to behave socially.
The junior people in the organization are ‘groomed’ to be plundered, bled and raped in a larger scale. This is called the fast tracking of someone’s career. There is not a single boss I haven’t felt sorry for, for the humiliations he goes through to be successful, to be a progressive go getter, to become a leader of an organization. It looks ridiculous.
There are bosses, and then there are bosses. Every boss is different, and unique.
I had a boss, my first boss, who was an expert in undressing you. He would get a great pleasure to see stand there quivering, covering your vitals for virtual fear of castration. One would always want to take him out with one super blow, because he would always be looking to fell you. I thought I felled him with one nice left uppercut when I resigned from the company and gave my exit interview, but he has come to my company now! So you never punch your boss, even when you are leaving the organization.
Then I had a boss who was slippery as an eel. No one could grab him, and squeeze him. Reneging on commitments, double crossing almost everybody, soft spoken and suave. You would want to murder him, but he will talk you out of it. His bosses would scratch their heads on his logic, but they know something is wrong deep down. They would have the “let me get my hands on you” looks about them. But he was in no way an arrogant person. But he too had a big ego, to make things look to others the way he sees it.
Then I had a boss who was very different from the above. He was gentle, always neutral, unprejudiced, and a perfect gentleman, every bit very selfish. He never took anyone’s side other than his own. It would be a wonder when he would be getting promoted, when all of us who made the performance would get content with ‘better luck next year’. Then we all got together and decided that – OUR BOSS NEVER WILL HARM US, BUT HE NEVER DOES ANYTHING UPLIFTING EITHER. Don’t do good, and don’t do bad. It is a sickening thing to be there with a boss who would be ignoring you for the good you did and also for the bad you did.
Then I have a boss here who talks so much that he trips over with laughter. He tries to be funny, and very often manages to move us to laughter. But he is very bad at subordinating work. He would expect you to pick up things as you go. He would say Vinod is responsible for a, b and c. Amit is responsible for b, c and d. Jayant for a, b and d. So no one knows what he is getting to. Someone would like a, b, c or d, and would get it done. Someone like me who is a bad team player, is doing something like equity trading, and reading google news.
Then I have another boss here, who I don’t know how he became a boss. In meetings, or presentations, he would be the best listener, encouraging you with his wide, wonder filled eyes. Then he would ask the question that is most diagonally opposite to what is being communicated. He is a funny guy. You have to send him a mail, and call him up and tell him that something has been mailed to him. He would be cloistered in his cabin all day, then he would jump out of cabin and would be staring over your shoulder asking the most trivial thing like have you sent me a mail. He never uses his desk phone or intercom. He has become a subject of study for me here in Pune. I would like to narrate something that happened in the canteen with him.
Today, a friend and I were chatting in the canteen, and having some snacks. So Mr. Kutty, I would call him that from now on, walks in, and joins us. I introduced my friend to him. His name is Ramesh; he has joined us just last week. He is from a company called Eicher, my ex employer.
So he asked Ramesh, “So Ramesh how long you were with Eicher?”
Ramesh replies, “Two and a half years, sir.”
Kutty rejoins with enthusiasm, “Who was your boss is Eicher? I have many friends in your ex company. You know, VRVS was a very good friend of mine.”
Ramesh was filled with awe to this Kutty who seemed to know every person in Eicher Motors and especially the charismatic Country Marketing Head of the company.
Ramesh replies, “Mr. Lakshmipathy, sir. He is a GM there.”
Kutty’s eyes lit up with a widespread recognition. It seemed even to me that he would know this Mr. Lakshmipathy.
Kutty becomes serious now. “Let me recollect.” He seriously is trying to plumb into the depths of his memory. “I knew someone by the name of Lakshmipathy.”
Kutty remained silent for a few moments.
“I remember now. His full name is Lakshmipathy Balaji. I do recollect that I have spoken to him once.”
Ramesh, my friend started smiling in a derogatory way, poking me with his glances and pointing to Kutty as if he had made a big mistake worth heckling.
“Lakshmipathy Balaji is a cricketer sir. My ex boss was Mr. T. Lakshmipathy sir, and he has never played cricket in his life.”
I caught the joke now, and started laughing and Kutty, the true sport that he is, started laughing too. Then he abruptly nodded his head, in a very matter of fact manner and disappeared into his cabin. For us it was the turning point of the day. Then things started moving fast, and we were telling to this joke to the PD guys, who told it to the MES guys, who told it to the VI guys, who told it to the Engine guys, so on and so forth.
Bosses are like this. They try to pull smart things through. I haven’t met one boss who tries to prove you wrong every time. Whether he is wrong or right in his opinion, he would get pleasure by proving you wrong. He thinks people accept his opinion because he is more intelligent. People always accept it because he is the boss. They don’t point out his errors ever so often. They expect a boss to know his own limitations. Such a one is respected.
In my organization, a structural change was happening, and senior people who were in the field were rounded up and herded off to an assessment center. It was conducted by a third party agency. The results were rumored to be a negative for almost all the senior people in the organization. They were pulled up during feedback, harshly reminded to lead well, and then sent off with their commissions. Their negative scores or lack of competencies translated to reprimands, and pointed reactionary feedback was deemed enough for them to take up higher responsibility.
A boss who is not a good leader will always goof up with his juniors. They will not respect a person who is their leader, but is not leadership adapted. Leadership adapted means someone who moves into a leadership role, will have to adapt to many things like developing people, training, motivating, etc. Our leaders are never trained to lead. They are trained to boss around, and they do just that.
No company has a leadership policy manual. But every company will have an admin manual, HR manual, compensation manual. No company tells its leaders how to behave. The best the leaders can do is moderate their natural instincts. A very aggressive bulldog can be trained to be a pet. But it is better at being snappy than the good sheep dog.
Leaders have to be trained behaviorally. We have programs that tell the qualities of a leader. But no one tells how these qualities come about in a person.
It is said that assertiveness is a pre requisite for being a good leader. Every leader knows that. But some one who doesn’t know how to assert himself will just finely or roughly ignore suggestions, and term them as stupidity. He will stop receiving suggestions for fear of offending him.
It is said that a leader has to take responsibility. People understand things differently. Some leaders will try to do all the things themselves, in the process choking their juniors’ creativity, professional rigor and self esteem.
It is said that a good leader must be able to advocate his views. People misunderstand their steam rolling into advocacy.
Whatever trainings I have attended on the above subjects don’t even remotely refer to behaviors and attitudes. They focus on matrices ‘copywrited/patented’ and on role plays. Half the time people end up trying to show that they are good leaders even before the whole thing started.
Trainers have to depend on all these ‘tools’ because there are no demonstrable examples of leadership styles. If they are, I don’t know where they are. They can be found in biographies and auto biographies, where people hire writers to write good about them, or are vain enough to write good about themselves all by themselves.
The thing is this: People don’t know how to behave socially.
Monday, August 24, 2009
What the rag picker on Mumbai - Pune Highway called me
When I was walking back to the guest house today, it was raining a bit. It was trying to rain properly, you know the wiggly rain, between a good hard rain and the moaning, crying drizzle.
It was very still, no breeze, no air. The atmosphere was suffocating, but it always feels good to walk in the rain, so I was just walking down. Sometimes, when we do what we like, we turn back to see if someone else is doing it. Do I look an ass hole? This question burns the nape of our neck every time we follow something close to us. If this close to us thing is far from everyone else, we just cower down into ourselves, biting our heart into submission.
The road, the Mumbai – Pune highway I was walking on, seemed empty. People had taken shelter, in the vestibules of road side shops, within petrol pumps, and within any enclosure they could find. All that was going on on the road, was the art of driving cars over puddles of water, so that the water splashes on the people who are hardy enough to walk in the rain. Even I like doing such things. It is such fun to see people run away when a car approaches for fear of muddying their trousers.
I also was looking around, just to check if I was looking the idiot, getting wet in the rain in Pune, the swine flu capital of India. I guess I must have just gone on walking. There was a rag picker who was well covered with a plastic overall who was diligently and nimbly going on with his work.
“Tere jaise admiyon se swing flu aata hai. Geela hote ho jaan bujkar, foreign jaate ho, najane aids, swing flu late ho……..pagal ho kya?”
“People like you bring swine flu. You get wet for the fun of it, you go abroad and bring aids, swine flu, and what not. Are you mad?”
He was not even looking at me, but he was loud enough for me to hear him, and he was referring to me. There was no one else around.
His wisdom tells him a lot of things. I don’t know in how many dimensions he thought in, but I could work out some number of angles in what he uttered casually.
a. Rich people bring rich diseases from rich places. The un-immunized man does not have the money to get cured of unique diseases. This is true in so many instances. Common flu & cold decimated from the Conquistadors wiped out entire South American civilizations. Transport and travel brings disease.
b. He is classifying me as belonging to a group of people who are very rash, and up to their nose in enjoying life. They try to drown in it, compared to his scraping dust bins day in and day out. At the same time he could be esteeming himself for wearing his odd looking patched up rain cover.
c. He is unable to digest the fact that I take my life so lightly. By god, I could catch swine flu and pass over to my maker very quickly.
I was stupefied, not at that moment. But his sentence kept forming in my mind for the next five minutes. The full import of what he was thinking got to me when I entered the apartment complex. I stopped at a tea shop, was having hot cha, when I saw that I was not alone. People old and young were walking by, though far and few, as if nothing had happened. They were soaking wet, but they never really did mind. So I was not alone.
But what mattered was this. This was the first time, something someone very far removed from my own class of people had said to me had affected me or stuck to me. This is odd. I travel a lot, meet a lot of people, but this is a comment regarding my lifestyle.
Often, we just hear what we want to hear. The rest gets drowned out intentionally at first, but unintentionally later on. I think I am following a fling by getting wet in the rain, and for the rag picker on the Mumbai - Pune highway, I am a perfect idiot, a social menace. That’s a point of view I never expected to be encountered with.
We always form a vision of ourselves, and once we have a pride in our own self, people around us just start portraying our image to us. This becomes our environment, our emotions, our tastes, our friends, our habits, our everything. But suddenly, a rag picker on the Mumbai – Pune highway thinks I am a social menace! What originality!
Sometimes, we just forget that every rag picker, beggar, destitute, slum dweller will have an opinion on us. We just get overshadowed by ourselves and our image. We go to work, read a few things, invest, get married, and yet without knowing, we think this is the right thing to do & the right way to live. We could be trampling a lot of things on the way, without getting off our sleep walk.
Maybe, people like me, and people like you, who have internet in their homes, offices, the connected guys you know, who go to work with their brains alone, who have reduced the labor with the body to a lower social class, are a social menace. Because people like us are what - 2% of India and the other 98% may be thinking of the 2% as a menace.
I know what you will be thinking now. How will the rag picker survive, if people don’t earn enough to throw away stuff? We are making his livelihood, could be a starting point.
It was very still, no breeze, no air. The atmosphere was suffocating, but it always feels good to walk in the rain, so I was just walking down. Sometimes, when we do what we like, we turn back to see if someone else is doing it. Do I look an ass hole? This question burns the nape of our neck every time we follow something close to us. If this close to us thing is far from everyone else, we just cower down into ourselves, biting our heart into submission.
The road, the Mumbai – Pune highway I was walking on, seemed empty. People had taken shelter, in the vestibules of road side shops, within petrol pumps, and within any enclosure they could find. All that was going on on the road, was the art of driving cars over puddles of water, so that the water splashes on the people who are hardy enough to walk in the rain. Even I like doing such things. It is such fun to see people run away when a car approaches for fear of muddying their trousers.
I also was looking around, just to check if I was looking the idiot, getting wet in the rain in Pune, the swine flu capital of India. I guess I must have just gone on walking. There was a rag picker who was well covered with a plastic overall who was diligently and nimbly going on with his work.
“Tere jaise admiyon se swing flu aata hai. Geela hote ho jaan bujkar, foreign jaate ho, najane aids, swing flu late ho……..pagal ho kya?”
“People like you bring swine flu. You get wet for the fun of it, you go abroad and bring aids, swine flu, and what not. Are you mad?”
He was not even looking at me, but he was loud enough for me to hear him, and he was referring to me. There was no one else around.
His wisdom tells him a lot of things. I don’t know in how many dimensions he thought in, but I could work out some number of angles in what he uttered casually.
a. Rich people bring rich diseases from rich places. The un-immunized man does not have the money to get cured of unique diseases. This is true in so many instances. Common flu & cold decimated from the Conquistadors wiped out entire South American civilizations. Transport and travel brings disease.
b. He is classifying me as belonging to a group of people who are very rash, and up to their nose in enjoying life. They try to drown in it, compared to his scraping dust bins day in and day out. At the same time he could be esteeming himself for wearing his odd looking patched up rain cover.
c. He is unable to digest the fact that I take my life so lightly. By god, I could catch swine flu and pass over to my maker very quickly.
I was stupefied, not at that moment. But his sentence kept forming in my mind for the next five minutes. The full import of what he was thinking got to me when I entered the apartment complex. I stopped at a tea shop, was having hot cha, when I saw that I was not alone. People old and young were walking by, though far and few, as if nothing had happened. They were soaking wet, but they never really did mind. So I was not alone.
But what mattered was this. This was the first time, something someone very far removed from my own class of people had said to me had affected me or stuck to me. This is odd. I travel a lot, meet a lot of people, but this is a comment regarding my lifestyle.
Often, we just hear what we want to hear. The rest gets drowned out intentionally at first, but unintentionally later on. I think I am following a fling by getting wet in the rain, and for the rag picker on the Mumbai - Pune highway, I am a perfect idiot, a social menace. That’s a point of view I never expected to be encountered with.
We always form a vision of ourselves, and once we have a pride in our own self, people around us just start portraying our image to us. This becomes our environment, our emotions, our tastes, our friends, our habits, our everything. But suddenly, a rag picker on the Mumbai – Pune highway thinks I am a social menace! What originality!
Sometimes, we just forget that every rag picker, beggar, destitute, slum dweller will have an opinion on us. We just get overshadowed by ourselves and our image. We go to work, read a few things, invest, get married, and yet without knowing, we think this is the right thing to do & the right way to live. We could be trampling a lot of things on the way, without getting off our sleep walk.
Maybe, people like me, and people like you, who have internet in their homes, offices, the connected guys you know, who go to work with their brains alone, who have reduced the labor with the body to a lower social class, are a social menace. Because people like us are what - 2% of India and the other 98% may be thinking of the 2% as a menace.
I know what you will be thinking now. How will the rag picker survive, if people don’t earn enough to throw away stuff? We are making his livelihood, could be a starting point.
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