An Autobiography of a pothole

Screech….. Peeeeep. Peeep peeep peeeeeeeeeeeeep. Hoonnnnnnnkkk. Pwom pwom..

Oh, do you hear these lovely sounds! Yeah, they come from the western express highway. How do I know? Oh come on, Are you kinda kidding me! How do I know? I’m a pot hole in the mid of Western Express Highway. Well, you wanna know my story?

The riders and the drivers are not scared of the pot-bellied traffic cop as they are of the Pot hole. Each and every one has to slow down, bow to me and pay honor, lest they had it. I’m proud rouge who has brutally murdered 23 people, fractured 70 limbs, dislocated 10 shoulders; oh sorry lost the count of the spinal cord injuries. Generally, growth is phenomenon which happens due to consumption of stuff. Mine is different. I grow due to deterioration of myself. My edges swell when I’m hit by the vehicles. I love rapes to be performed upon me, cos that helps me rape people in return. Yup that’s my passion.

My best days are the monsoon. I love rains. The more rains, the more I grow and more I can rape the population. I hid under the water, muddy dark water, who likes to accumulate in me and stay as my companion; and in disguise of the road, people hit hard on me. Ah, what a pleasure! My father never wanted to produce me. He never wanted a brutal child like me. But fate had a different will. 

How did I fucking come here? You wanna know? Well, you really wanna know? Okay, pay attention then.

Pot holes in Mumbai are generally created before they create a road. My Father, the Great Western Express highway told me this before my birth. My father was born outta the great efforts of the laborers, contractors, corporators, Municipal officers and the Commissioner as well many gluttonous politicians in the city. The whole patch of the concrete and tar and sand and mortar and what not, congregated to form a uniformed leveled stretch connecting the Suburbs of the Western Mumbai. Now these smart asses, under the leveled uniformed road hatched a big plot to vex up the millions of rupees under the name of maintenance. The hollow fillings, the low quality raw material and cheap other stuff could not help my father to survive the constant rape the vehicles on the road performed on him.

And I was born due to the negligence & ignorance of you fucking morons who is reading this stuff, who call themselves the citizen of the country and the voters of the constitution, the so called elite educated people, whose minds have never gotta time to think of the serious injuries and death I caused due to no fault of mine. Bloody curses and slangs are thrown at me for no fault of mine. None of you ever wanted to know the quality of the cement and concrete used to make my father. Fuck RTI.

Yes, it’s my fault to cause mishaps & accidents, I know. But I didn’t apply for the job, neither did I apply to be produced in the first hand, why curse me? These gluttons first make me rape you, and then they rape your wallet, your rights and your peace of mind and keep on doing this by filling me with the temporary sand or patches of black tar. Do they think I’m a fool?

I'm already famous enough to create landmarks now. People guide others in this way, " Take a left to that big pot hole on the corner of the signal".  I’ll adapt and evolve to every step taken to fill or patch me. I know how to do that! I’m invincible (atleast in Mumbai). 

The Loss of Inter-dependence

We as children are born dependent. Dependent on our parents! Gradually our parents teach us to be independent. Our Walk, behavior, talk, actions, all carries the independence we have absorbed from our surroundings. Our youths are trained to be independent; stand on their own feet (may be hands too). The race to become independent is growing and so is the individual ego.

But the point to ponder is, are we really INDEPENDENT? Were we ever? And will we be ever? Or is it our perception due to our ego that we are independent?

Can we stitch our own clothes? K, we can clean our own toilets, but can we build one? May be we can cook our food, but can we grow our own food? Can we make love to ourselves?

Your classmate in class II gave you a pencil to write in between the notes session when you broke one, remember and then you became good friends (till your independent egos clashed).

As we grow up & get matured we realize that, beyond the level of being independent, there is something called inter-dependence. We all are INTER-DEPENDENT! We have been subtly taught this in school, at home, with friends, the importance of Sharing, but we lost it as we became more and more independent. We have lost the ability to look beyond our ego and ask for things to share. We all want to be self-equipped, self -sustaining units to go on a long run and as a solution we accumulate wealth and keep on doing it failing to understand that money is not the solution for all our needs.

Our perception towards independence is so strongly synonymous to collection of wealth that we have started overlooking the small but simple phenomenon of asking things. Asking is perceived equivalent to begging due to our inflated egos. But we never fail to say that “I didn’t give cos he didn’t ask”. So we have stopped giving too.

Doesn’t the same apply in our daily relations? We don’t ask for love neither give it back, gradually leading to creating a drift in our relations. Nuclear families, divorced families, Micro-nuclear families (consist only of a single person with spouse staying 2 blocks ahead but not together meeting only at night) are the gifts of our independence.

Inter-dependence come only when we truly believe that our need is sourced by someone else and the vice-versa. Our ancestors were never independent. Their barter system was and is a sheer good example of inter-dependence. Weren’t they happy being inter-dependent than we are being independent?

One way to adapt & inculcate inter-dependence in us is to follow the TATA SKY ad, “POOCHNE MEIN KYA JAATA HAI”! The only way we can evolve to be good human being is to realize that we are inter-dependent.

Anyone has a scale?

I was going through the old stuff lying in my store room and suddenly came across a school group photograph taken in my 4th standard. Then what! Nostalgia unlimited!!

My 4th standard class teacher had a particular habit of punishing students for whatever reasons they went wrong. The punishment was terrible. She hit on the knuckles, fist closed, with the wooden scale in vertical position. The pain was unbearable.

But the wrath never went on her. She never carried a scale! She borrowed it from the students, sometimes not even returning it! She announced, “Who has a scale?” And multiple hands dug in to their bags to produce the weapon of HAND DESTRUCTION, teacher take mine, take mine. The wrath was upon those people. The one who gave it got a come-outside-the-class-after-school-and-will-thrash-you look. Sometimes I was also the one who gave the scale.

Why did we do that?
Was it the pride of having a scale?
Was it the revenge of getting less marks than the fellow being?
Was it just ignorance to the pain of others?
Or was it to prove I’m-the-smartest-ass-around phenomenon?

Well, the answer might be a mix of all above, but astonishingly, this was the initiation of the RAT RACE. Don’t we still do the same thing? Try to create funny problems for our colleagues in the workplace with no visible gains. The idea is to gain pleasure from the problems of others, the elimination of the species by making the species weak. Put people in unwanted pressure situations, in a due course of time they are fed up and surrender paving a way for the one who initiated the trouble. And mind it if the chap is smarter the vice-versa happens. “Life is a Race” as quoted by Viru Sahasrabuddhe from THE 3 IDIOTS.

Fine, who gains? None. Cos the promotion you were eying for is filled by the external candidate (an example). What’s the use trying to win such a race? Even if you win you are still a rat.

Is it always important to eliminate others for survival? Are we humans evolved to be humans so that we can still fight for the mere survival as a selfish deed? Can’t this be the solution? Working together, trying to understand, empathize your fellow beings, working for a common cause and gain an extra edge over the team effort.

So does it make sense, when the boss next time asks you for the Scale evolve out with the chart and graph of the performance of the team and not just yourselves? Does anyone have a SCALE?

Make a Sunny Brand. (And I don’t mean Leone!)

When I was a kid, my mother told me a story, a quarrel between Wind and the Sun. Let’s recap the story in short to know what this whole discussion is about.

Wind once initiated a quarrel with Sun and challenged him that he is stronger than the Sun. Sun came out with an idea. He said, ”Brother, can you see that man on the earth covering himself with a blanket? One who pulls the blanket from him with our powers will be the winner”.
It was dawn and the wind started blowing making the atmosphere cool. The man held his blanket tight. The wind blew harder and the man’s grip over the blanket grew tighter. Agitated the wind converted into a storm but the victory seemed to be far away. Wind gave up.

Post dawn the Sun started rising, giving its warmth to the world. The temperature soon started soaring. The man realized that he was feeling hot and therefore he took off the blanket from his head carried it on his arms. By mid noon, the man searched for a shade and at last threw the blanket down and rested below a tree. Of course the Sun won.

How? The natural phenomenon that affects the physical patterns of an individual also affects the character of an individual as well as a brand. Say now the Wind in a hurry to achieve success went on a crash campaign, blowing constantly. Doesn’t it sound similar with brands, unceasingly hammering the psyche of the masses. Such brands do gain sales, but no respect. People are forced to buy due to constant advertising, but in due course of time lose interest due to lack of the perceived experience in the mind. And believe me no brand can constantly afford to spend huge.

The wind applied force. More a brand applies excessive force, more the reluctance of the customer. See the Sun on the other hand. He gradually gave the warmth. Constantly rising the temperature, to an extent that the man was convinced that the blanket has to be thrown down. Brands looking for a long term relation with the consumer apply the same technique of back-of-the-mind communication in a subtle way. Thus they earn respect for not forcing the consumer to buy but convincing them with facts and related experiences.
So lets adapt this quality of the SUN to evolve with winning brands to last for a lifetime.

Quarrel V/s Fight

More often than not we keep on messing with ourselves, in our personal opinions, thoughts, decisions an a lot many things which creates a conflict in us leading us mentally unstable. Now the question is the conflict which is created inside has 2 faces, a Quarrel and a Fight. Oh, heck, big deal, what's the difference? Thats what is the next question, right? Lets figure out whats a Quarrel & a Fight!

In my previous workplace, I had 2 colleagues, who were also my close friends. Rakshit and Upen. Rakshit was a guy who completed his targets on time, was the best performer in the team, also the right hand of the boss. The best Sales guy, Boss had ever known. But still he had a conflict with boss every month end over the sales targets. His question was quite simple, "I did my targets, I overshot my limits, but still why is the Boss expecting more and more from me. This is the point he was exhausted and he fought with no results. Eventually he ended up doing things miserably on the discreet of his Boss, but he fought.

On the other hand, Upen never overshot his targets, ya he achieved it on the edge. He was not the favorite of boss, but he was always on a call away to help his boss. He had solutions which helped the team overcome the problems, sometimes escape the wittiest and the poignant situations. He also fought with his boss at the month end. He never allowed boss to expect more than his extra limits, still his boss knew he would manage the targets of the team. He also fought and kept his boss at bay, not allowing him to over-exploit him. His team targets were completed on the simple basis. He was close to a few of us. He initiated and created a competition amongst us skillfully, in such a way that whenever his targets were pending, he would percolate in such a way which would make us feel bigger than him. At the end of the day he still fought, but for all of us.

Now analyse the 2 cases. Rakshit is in constant conflict with the boss without an output which he wants and probably deserves too. He is quarreling, a conflict leading to nowhere. Needless to say, Upen achieves whatever he want cos of 2 reasons, he think for a wider goal and he fights for it to achieve it. He knows where and how to say NO and to give a solution for his NO. His conflict is Fight.

Similar conflicts happen within us. The Boss of our system, The Brain; we try to justify things to it leading us to nowhere. We Quarrel. We Quarrel because we are selfish. We Quarrel, cos we can't think beyond the self benefiting goals. We Quarrel cos we can't let GO.

So lets learn to FIGHT, our circumstances, our beliefs, and most importantly Let Go things when necessary..