Friday, January 6, 2012

The Changing Face of India seen thru the eyes of a visiting NRI

Time has been transformed, and we have changed; it has advanced and set us in motion; it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration.” Khalil Gibran’s words could summarise the various articles I keep reading about the changing face of India and the transformation that is underway. Two and a half years away from the country is time enough to pick out changes and so I decided that during my 3 week annual leave I will try to pick out changes happening in India.
Day 1 – 18th December 2011 –
IST (Indian Stretchable Time)
Land in Mumbai by Jet Airways 9W117. The first communication from the pilot informs us of a delay in landing due to “air traffic congestion”. My take – Welcome home mate – we just wanted to ensure you feel at home and that nothing has changed..
Score - No change 1; Change 0.
We disembark and have to wait for our buggy to be unloaded and hence are the last to reach the immigration line. The immigration line moves at a quick pace and we are aided by an official who hails us to the front since we have kids. This compares to the awful experience at Heathrow where the line takes forever (I remember spending 3 hours at in the queue on one occasion) and any human interactions are never humane. My take –Namaste India.
Score - No change 2; Change 0.
Argumentative Indians
After immigration we head to belt 9 to pick our baggage. We collect the first 4 pieces but the last one seemingly takes forever. Finally, we realised that our bags had not reached!!!! The damm bag happened to have all the clothes of the boys. That there was panic would be an understatement. After 30 minutes of screaming at the Jet Airways officials and cursing the baggage handling of Heathrow, a not so sheepish looking gentleman comes along and announces – “I have taken someone else’s bag by mistake”!!!! A long explanation followed but apologies were offcourse out of the question !!!!! My take – The English taught us lots of things but politeness was not one of them.
Score - No change 3; Change 0.
Day 2 – 19th December 2011 –
Comfort Cabs (pun intended)
I recall the last time I tried to call a Meru cab, I was told that “no cabs are available”. Hence, I decided to call a day in advance. This time I was told that I can book the cab online, which I did. My takeGone are the days when the security guard was despatched to find a taxi and herd him to the apartment.
Score - No change 3; Change 1
Post Script - Upon our return from Delhi, I took a “pre-paid” Meru cab from the Mumbai Airport. Alongwith my bill, I was handed a “Sure for Men, Anti Perspirant”…..Well since the brand belongs to the company I work for, I refrain from commenting…..
The rat race
After a day of battling jetlags, I took the boys and my niece to the Hiranandani Gardens. The boys were having a ball climbing up a curved stairs and then sliding down. I was duly watching the kids when I overheard a mother tell her three year old “climb faster, those boys are reaching the top faster than you, you will always come second”!!!! Felt refreshing to hear the competitive spirit after almost being brainwashed with “it’s a sport and competing is what matters, winning is incidental” parenting tips. My take – In the land of a billion, life is a race – correction, was, is and will remain so.  
Score - No change 4; Change 1
We reached the Domestic airport at Mumbai after a “crawl” thru traffic on the “Western Express Highway”. We entered the airport and I went looking for the big x-ray machines to scan our check in luggage. Alas, the x-ray machines have been replaced by the updated in-line scanning…..We enter the security check area and I was expecting nothing more than a few coffee vending machines. Instead I find a Landmark, a Croma, a baby care room, a shop to purchase neck ties,  and hold your breath – a fully stocked bar. I was still recovering from the shock of the experience at the Mumbai airport when we reach Delhi. The Delhi airport – Oh man take a bow, what a fantastic airport, which would put a number of international airports to shame. The four lane highway outside the airport was just the icing on the cake. My takeThe experience of domestic flying has transformed – for the better.
Score - No change 4; Change 2
Post Script - On the way back, I decided to observe more carefully the interiors of the Delhi airport. The waiting area had very comfortable chairs, which would put most business class lounges I have visited to shame. The presence of power sockets and a free wireless completed the ensemble.  I noticed a Body Shop outlet, a Spa, a Mango outlet, a Reebok outlet, several designer outlets and hold your breath – a Porsche “canopy”.


Day 4 – 21st December 2011 – The Farm Effect
We took the boys out to buy some shoes for them. Five minutes into the drive I hear Vedant go “look look look there’s a donkey”!!!! A few minutes later it was Vihaan’s turn to go “look theres big piggy and baby piggy” and the crowning glory was when we reached the store, the boys sat in the car admiring the cows with horns. So far, they had seen animals only in farms (in London) or the Zoo (in Singapore) and the experience of seeing animals on the street was, well novel. It was novel enough to make Vihaan enquire “is this a farm” to which Moushumi (my wife) replied “No it’s a good gaon (village)” – the pun or the play on words (Gurgaon is where we were) were both lost on the 2 year olds. My takeThe rights of animals on the roads of India are safe and I am sure are enshrined in the constitution of the Sovereign, Socialist, Democratic Republic of India.
Score - No change 5; Change 2
Day 5 – 22nd December 2011 - Comfort Autos (The ultimate oxymoron)
While roaming the streets of Gurgaon (ferrying my wife from one shopping venue to the next, what else), I noticed a red colored rickshaw which was branded “Radio Tuk Tuk” and was complete with a number to call and a website (www.radiotuktuk.com). I quickly checked out the website and found it is a site that provides “auto rickshaws on call”.  My takeIf booking taxis online was a change, this is a transformation.
Score - No change 5; Change 3
Day 6 – 23rd December 2011 – The Nano Revolution
For a while now, management journals have been abuzz with articles of the “Tata Nano” way of working and the revolution it will bring about in the Indian automobile market. And today I finally saw ONE Tata Nano on the road. My wife described it rather egregiously, but in my view accurately, as a “cockroach”.  A google search revealed that the Nano sold only 1202 units in August 2011 in a market estimated at approximately 200,000 units a month i.e a market share of less than 1%. My take - Clearly, the revolution of the Indian car market never happened or it was really nano in its effect.
Score - No change 6; Change 3
Day 7 – 24th December – Where hitherto roads did’nt exist
We went to CR Park in Delhi to visit friends from a bygone era (we were meeting them after a full 12 years!!!).  My memories of the trip from Gurgaon to South Delhi entailed dusty roads and never ending traffic jams. What we encountered were wide roads frequently lined by never ending stretches of the metro and absolutely no traffic. I was beginning to wonder where we were but Vedant (my elder son) rudely reminded us by screaming “man spitting on road, man yucky”!!! My take - The quality of infrastructure in Delhi has transformed dramatically over the years (for the better). 
Score - No change 7; Change 3
Post Script – Philip (my younger brother) informs me that the Metro now connects Connaught place to the New airport. Infact, you can check in at the Connaught place station and handover you baggage as well even before boarding the train. Now that is something, I have not come across in any country that I have visited.
Day 8 – 25th December – Christmas a “Christian” Festival
As per the 2001 census, Christians constituted 2.3% of the population. The festive atmosphere in the malls and the coverage in The Times of India would clearly give the impression of Christians being a larger proportion of the population. Infact when we went to Church, the priest celebrating eucharist, felt obliged to say “members of all faiths are welcome to this service but communion is only for Christians”. Despite the best efforts of the politicians the truly secular fabric of the society remains intact.  My takeMark Twain once said “India has 2 million gods and worships them all.”
Score - No change 8; Change 3
Day 9 – 26th December – Winter Sport
Late evening, I peered out of the balcony at my brother’s place and lo and behold the kids were out in force playing badminton under lights. It is an old North tradition, one which I have taken part in as a child, to turn to badminton when the mercury drops below 25 i.e winter sets in (everything is relative!!!!!).  My take - I am tempted to ascribe the enthusiasm for badminton to the success of Saina Nehwal but I think I know better.
Score - No change 9; Change 3
Day 10 – 27th December – Environment consciousness
I noticed a board saying “DLF Phase 4 is a polythene free zone”. It suddenly explained why the previous evening a shopkeeper had told me that if I needed a bag it would cost be Rs. 5.  My take – The Panasonic eco ideas ad I had seen earlier in the day suddenly did not seem such a bad idea.
 Score - No change 9; Change 4
Day 11 – 28th December – Celebrity Craze
While driving on the streets of Gurgaon, I heard an ad for a “Casper Internet” on radio. The only reason I noticed it was Sachin Tendulkar was endorsing it. In the space of one ad break which interrupted the rather interesting 3 idiots, I noticed three ads featuring Kareena Kapoor (hope I got the number of e’s and a’s in her name correct) – one was for Lakme, one for a brand of bags I cant remember and the last for a shampoo either Head & Shoulders or Clear, but all seemed to be talking about something related to black.. My take – The craze for movie stars and cricketing heroes to endorse brands continues unabated. 8 days into the trip and am yet to see a single ad featuring either Saina Nehwal or Deepika Pallikal who is now ranked 15th in the world in Squashf. 
Score - No change 10; Change 4
Day 12 – 29th December – Brahminical Self Restraint
I went to the local super market to buy Boroline (khusbudar antiseptic cream Boroline). The thing that struck me was the number of cream filled biscuits on display including Oreo. From what I recall, the biscuit was either Parle G or Tiger or the quintessential Britannia Milk Bikis. The “bourbon” and "jim-jam" was meant to be taken out when “guests” came home. I recall having read an article in The Times of India on the biscuit industry stating that the cream filled segment was now worth (Rs.) 360 Million (€5.2 Mn) (Source : ACNielsen as quoted in The Times of India). ….. My take – The Indian housewife is now willing to spend on “small treats”or maybe the male of the household is in the ascendance ….maybe.
Score - No change 10; Change 5
Day 13 – 30th December – Demise of the “Scooter”
Looking at the 2 wheelers whiz around, I realised that I had not seen any Scooter since landing in India. A google search revealed that Bajaj had discontinued the production of scooters in December 2009 !!!!!  I remember the day we bought a Bajaj Chetak (4 gears – 1 up, 3 down) it marked the pinnacle of achievement for a middle class family. It still proudly stands in the Raj household in Patna “hamara Bajaj, bulund bharat ki bulund tasveer…hamara bajaj”.  My take – BV Pradeep (one of my bosses) often told me a tale of his days at a motorcycle company where he had predicted that at a certain income level motorcycles would overtake scooters. Clearly, we are past that day….
Score - No change 10; Change 6
Day 14 – 31st December – Running and Living
A heavy lunch of Mutton Biryani (from Noorani) necessitated a run for which  I set off to the Hiranandani Gardens. I was pleasantly surprised to find several other runners including a MAMIL (middle aged man in Lycra). As I was leaving I noticed a poster for a 10Km run in Powai on the 8th of January. The Standard Chartered Mumbai Marathon has its 9th edition on the 15th of January 2012. The Standard Chartered Marathon was the first in India (less than 10 years ago) and now there are a plethora of events including an ultra marathon in Bangalore. My take – Clearly, running as an activity has come of age in India with organised run every week in most major cities.
Score - No change 10; Change 7
Post Script – Found that I had added to the runners list by inspiring my wife’s cousin (Rajeev) and his wife (Sunita) to run the half marathon in Mumbai this year.
Day 15 – 1st January – New Year Gift
I received an envelope from State Bank of India and in it was a cheque for my IT refund for the last assessment year. To say that I am shocked by the speed of response of the IT department would be the understatement of the year. My take – If e-filing of returns was a change, the speed of issuing refunds is a transformation.
Score - No change 10; Change 8
Day 16 – 2nd January – Roads of Mumbai
Moushumi and I went to meet Supriya & family and Ketki for dinner. The journey took us 15 kilometres from Powai to Andheri Lokhandwala and confirmed my memories of the awful state of roads in Mumbai. The papers have been threatening for the metro to open in December 2012. I would bet on December but not on 2012. My take – The state of play of the Mumbai roads is like the fortunes of the Indian Mens hockey team – a brilliant past behind, a brilliant future ahead but a challenge in the present!!!!
Score - No change 11; Change 8
Day 17 – 3rd January –Chindian
A visit to India is never complete without a “Chinese meal”. A visit to “Mainland China” in Powai fulfilled the gastronomical need of “chilly chicken” and other Chinese dishes that you would never find in China.  My take – A visit to Bikanerwala in Delhi revealed new forms of vegetarian pasta (without cheese) and confirmed that the Indian cook’s ability to imbibe foreign foods and adapt them to the Indian palette is in sync with the times.  
Score - No change 12; Change 8
Day 18 – 4th January –Murderous Rage
When Ketki’s Punjabi Dad and Sanjana, my Oriya- Bengali niece, start to hum hand lu glass u, glass lu scotch u, you can proclaim a Tamil song (Kollaveri Di – which translated means murderous rage) to be a national hit. To my untrained ears, the song has no intrinsic merit to bestow upon it the adulation it has received nationwide. While meaningless lyrics have been popular since the days of ek do teen they have always had the “get up and shake a leg” tune to them. Kollaveri has a repetitive and simple tune but hardly one that would scream out to you to hit the dance floor. My take – The fad factory does seem to be in overdrive.
Score - No change 12; Change 9
Day 19 – 5th January – Omnipresent Oxymoron’s
While shopping for banana’s for the little one’s, I noticed a couple coming out of a Toyota Innova (expensive car!!!). They proceeded to argue with the shopkeeper and bargain for what appeared to be Rs1!!! A few minutes later, I met the same couple at a medical store and I noticed the man whip out an American Express card to make the payment. My take – Its not a matter of Rs. 1, its as if it’s a matter of intellect - the Toyota Innova is a few thousand more in EMI and every rupee saved goes towards that EMI.
Score - No change 13; Change 9
Day 20 – 6th January – Weight lifting
Ran into two little boys who were carrying bags that were atleast twice their size. I asked them if they were coming back from school and pat came the answer “no from tution”!!!. My take – Another example of the rat race…..
Score - No change 14; Change 9
My holiday experiences would suggest that India would offer itself as a perfect case study for the validity of Karl Marx’s Theory of Dialectic which has two essential tenets (from what I recall from my days at Delhi University)
1.       Peaceful Co-existence of opposites – The infrastructure of Delhi which sees wonderful roads and an excellent airport but incessant power outages is an excellent example within a city. The existence of world class airports in Bangalore, Hyderabad and Delhi alongside an apology for an airport in Mumbai is a pan India exemplification.
       2. Meeting of a thesis and an antithesis to create a new synthesis which preserves the core but allows for evolutionary changes – The demise of the scooter but the failure of the Nano is a classic example.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

The Start is the Finish



Flashback to 2003 – The venue - the Joggers park in Lokhandwala, Mumbai. 
Yours sincerely, weighing in at 92 kilos, struggling to walk two rounds i.e. about 400 metres. I was in perfect shape, the shape was round. 

There seemed to be a thin person inside me struggling to get out but was easily sedated by one of Moushumi’s meals of meat loaf washed down by half a dozen Kingfishers. 
Life went on……… Life was good.

April 2004 –The venue - the gym at the Crowne Plaza, Jakarta. Yours sincerely, weighing in at a 96 kilos and with a stomach that could pass off as a waste-basket, struggled to walk 500 metres and was left breathless walking up the stairs to his room.

Every dietician will tell you that weight loss is not about perspiration but about inspiration. I found mine in a comment by Dr. Johnny (the Unilever Indonesia Doctor) who when examining my medical report said “you are fit enough to work for Unilever Indonesia but not fit for life”. I vowed to make him eat his words in my next medical exam due in 9 months.

The rest of 2004 was dedicated to the pursuit of that one goal which I successfully attained, dropping from 96 to 72 kilos in 6 months. I knew that if I tried to lose any more weight it would find me. I also realised that nothing tastes as good as being thin feels and so the challenge was to keep the kilos off while still enjoying a steady stream of cold beers. 


The weight loss had been achieved in no small part by living life in the fasting lane – it was not a fun lane to be in. 

Hence, I decided that my next challenge would be to run the Mumbai marathon in 2006. What was I thinking when I decided to run a marathon? Clearly I was not thinking because as a Winner of the Boston marathon once famously said “Marathoning is just another form of insanity”. 

Running a marathon is an experience that is difficult to put into words. 

As you start your warm up, the feeling can only be likened to waiting outside an exam centre, waiting for it to open and for the test paper to be distributed. As the starter's gun goes off, you feel the rush of adrenaline, the crowds cheer you on – having only watched football on TV I suddenly realised why an away goal is so much more precious than a goal in a home game. The crowd factor suddenly makes sense. 

Each marathon has a character of its own – it has action, camaraderie, heroism and it has characters. I have in the last 5 years of running marathons, encountered several characters that have inspired me and motivated me.

Mumbai 2006 – It was around 1300 hours, temperature at 36 degrees Celsius and humidity at close to 75%. We had just turned onto the Marine Drive on our way back. Here I was dressed in sweat absorbent Nike running gear, when I come across an elderly gentleman running in a shirt, simple shorts and the quintessential “Bata Keds”. I started chatting with him and learnt that he was a retired Railway ticket collector who took to running at the age of 62 when his wife passed away. He ran long distances because he had nothing else to do to keep himself occupied. He was running his third Mumbai marathon and informed me he was in a hurry because he had to catch the 3 PM train to Chennai!!!! I struggled to keep pace with him but I had found my inspiration for the remaining 6 odd kilometres.

Mumbai 2007 – We were at the Bandra Sea link about to turn back (around 25 KM mark) when I noticed a woman running bare feet. I caught up with her in a few minutes and immediately noticed she was wearing a “veterans bib”. I saluted her on her effort and started chatting with her. She was a clerk at the secretariat and her daughter was in an engineering college. After about 10 minutes of chatting she suddenly increased her pace. She had spotted her closest rival who was about a kilometre back. I did not think she was the “competitive types” so I queried about it and she informed me that she was running for the money. The prize money she won would enable to pay for her daughter’s college without incurring debts. She was, by her reckoning in the lead at that point and wanted to maintain her lead. I promised to be her pace maker and did so till CST when she increased her speed and I was no longer able to keep up. It was the only time I ever ran a full marathon in under 5 hours. (I am sure the fact that Moushumi and Rina were waiting at the finish line also helped shave off a few minutes).

Delhi Half Marathon 2007 – Around India gate, I noticed that Milind Soman had just crossed me. I really needed to keep pace with him – I found my inspiration for the next 8 kilometres!

Mumbai 2008 – I had just recovered from a bout of flu and was in no shape to run a marathon but I did. At the 27 Kilometre mark, my left calf muscles just froze – the cramps had arrived. I was in terrible pain and an elderly couple on the road, were kind enough to call the ambulance. Seeing the stretcher come out, I felt guilt pangs about not completing the race. So I requested the ambulance to follow me till the Hinduja hospital – and they obliged. Once I reached the Hinduja I felt I could continue and so waved the ambulance away. 

Between Haji Ali and Jaslok hospital, I thought I saw two Japanese men running with their hands tied to each other. I was dehydrated and was hurting from the cramps so badly that I suspected my mind was doing tricks. 

It was the first time, I had seen that sight so wanted to ask them why they were doing that. When I reached them I realised that one of them was blind. I had read about him in the Times of India the previous day, but never imagined watching him in action. I found my inspiration for the remaining 10 Kilometres. I completed the marathon in excruciating pain and blanked out after receiving my medal but I had completed the race - I had found a motivation to keep me going.

Mumbai 2009 – The first year that the full marathoners were allowed to start with the half marathoners at a decent 6:30 AM timing (instead of the awful 7:40 AM start – yes it was 7:40). As we turned onto the Queen’s necklace, I heard someone in the crowd calling out – “Go Gul Panang”. It took me about a minute to realise that the woman running next to me was indeed Gul Panang – her height, or rather the lack of it, threw me off. Here was someone to keep pace with till the half marathoners turned at Worli and we the idiots carried on.

Singapore SAFRA Half Marathon 2010 – We turned into East coast park when I noticed a guy with really slim legs or no, it was only one leg that was slim. It was only when I came closer did I realise that he had an artificial leg. I had my inspiration to complete my half marathon.

Having run 6 full marathons and 11 half marathons, I can tell you that running a marathon needs only two things – self determination and self discipline. Self discipline to wake up at odd hours of the morning on weekends and go for long runs while the rest of the world is asleep and self determination to not suffer the pain, which is inevitable when running distances the human body is not intended to. 

Hyderabad Half Marathon 2006 – We landed in Hyderabad on Saturday morning and the adventure began immediately as our baggage was sent to Chennai by SpiceJet and reached us only late afternoon. Saturday night, Sonu, Jojo, Hyacinth, Moushumi and I went out for a perfect Andhra dinner – Mutton Biryani, Chicken curry, spicy fried prawns and raita. 

The next morning, the race began nice and early at 6:30 AM. At about the 19 KM mark, I developed stomach cramps – read “an urge to go to the loo”. Clearly, the body had found parts of the Mutton biryani which were not digested overnight and managed to digest it over the 19 kilometres. What followed was a series of carefully planted steps, carefully planted to ensure that the roads of Hyderabad did not receive any unwanted manure. The last 2 kilometres took me almost 20 minutes to complete and when I reached the finish line, I realised that Jojo and Moushumi had had breakfast at an Iranian joint and had fallen asleep on the “joey loungers” in Hyacinth’s house while I was up running!!!!

Completing a marathon is not an athletic or physical achievement as much as a mental achievement. When you cross the start line on the way out, you are filled with anticipation and when you cross the same line on the way back, the feeling is almost as good as having an orgasm. 

“I am the alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end” reads the Gospel during the holy week and no where is it truer than in marathons. 
The starting line is also the finishing line.


Sunday, August 29, 2010

Change is inevitable - except at the vending machine

Having spent the first 18 years of my life in Patna, 13 of which were spent in the same house, I had come to assume that stability is inevitable. 

81 Patliputra Colony is where we lived, St. Michael’s High School is where we studied, 72, Patliputra colony is where the Thomases lived, Notre Dame Academy is where the pretty girls were. Those were the parameters that defined the locus of my life within which stability was all pervasive. The contours of life were defined by a never changing set of friends – Harjot, Pranay, Rohit, Fazali, Shupro, Saurabh, Pinku et al, and a set of immovable structures including Co-operative store and Foo Chow..…. 

Alas, the next 18 years have seen me live in 6 different cities – it would have been average of 3 per location except this includes 2 stints each in Mumbai and Delhi. 

First stop outside of Patna was Delhi or should I be specific in saying Delhi University. For 3 years the only parts of Delhi that meant anything were University area (ofcourse extending from Model town to Majnoo Ka Tila) or Greater Kailash where Harjot lived, with Mori Gate and ISBT being the connecting points. From Delhi it was onwards to Ahmedabad, again more specifically Vastrapur or “management” as the auto drivers would recognise it to be…….

The next 11 years have been a whirlwind of packing, moving, unpacking and starting the cycle again…………….The cycle has reached a stage where what seems to represent 'a choice is no more than an inert reproduction of “accepted” practice'. 

There have been times Moushumi has reminded me that it made the world suck, but you know what – if the world did not suck, we would all fall off. Even if we did not, I would have more leisure, read as would be unemployed………..

The constant movement from city to city has meant that we have lost any connection with “earth”, hanging in the air, hovering in all directions, without a footprint to show in any place. 

As I thought of the title for a blog, I was reminded of one of Jojo’s many famous elocution deliveries, this one went
Departing leave behind us footprints on the sands of time
Footprints that perhaps another, sailing over life’s solemn main
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, 
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Hence, the title of the blog…………..