Friday, August 28, 2015

Gita Press - The death of an icon


https://youtu.be/uLssPDlNnE4

The demise of an icon
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My late father's bookshelves still have a lot of books from the Gita Press, Gorakhpur. From the Gita to Viveka Choodamani to Tripura Rahasyam, there have been very few works of our forefathers, that have been untouched by the Gita Press (GP, for short).
I personally try to use some of them, and find that the quality of their proof-reading is the best, especially on Sanskrit Manuscripts, though the quality of the paper they use can be better. The books are dirt-cheap, which probably explains the quality of the paper used. And also alludes to the greater objective of the press - to reach out to the masses, down to the last poor farmer, to make their books affordable.
And succeed, they did. Printing over 50 crore books over almost a century, selling upto 50,000 books a day - a feat which possibly no other publisher across the world may have achieved. With the help of 100 employees and about 300 contractors, backed by a nation-wide bookseller network, they were going along, until labour troubles overpowered the mighty organization. It is most likely that better working conditions and better pay may have been at the centre of the disputes. It is quite possible that of late, GP may have struggled to keep afloat.
Granted that in these changing times, GP does not have a web presence, and desperately needs a revenue model that would sustain the organization's great work, while taking care of the sticky points of the workers and the dealers. It certainly needs a judicious mix of web presence to cater to the growing mobile user population and simultaneously keeping the print job chugging along, to cater to the vast rural population who still buy their books in droves.
Given that GP is not exactly desperate for quarter-on-quarter Earnings-Per-Share growth, all they need is a judicious mix of Net presence and the Print media, and a revenue model that will sustain both. Difficult, but certainly not impossible. It is , therefore, obvious that sponsors will be required to keep this enterprise going, to supplement the modest revenues expected.
Which turns us to my most sticky point - where are the guardians of our culture and traditions? Why are they not stepping in to rescue what is considered as a marquee institution that does yoeman's service of keeping our culture, and tradition alive?
I do not expect the Govt ( central or state) to step in. The government may be inclined to support institutions of other faiths in the name of secularism, but will be viewed as more rightwing than ever before, if they dare to come forward. It is convenient for them to ignore this strife, since no one is going to agitate or do collective bargaining. For Arnob Goswami, this news does not even qualify as something that even merits a 30 second mention. As for the sickular Opposition, the less said, the better.
The Rastriya Sanskrit Sansthan? Well, they may not even be able to pay salaries of their own employees. Forget them.
But, I am deeply shocked and disappointed that the various ashrams, the "brand names" behind those ashrams are letting this icon die an orphan. With due respects to all of them, I find their apathy utterly abominable. Sri Sri Ravi Shankar has the wherewithal to have a cosy Ashram built outside Mysore, but no money keep GP alive. Ditto to Asaram Bapu, Satguru et al. The Sai Baba Trusts in Shirdi and Puttaparti rake in 100s of crores every year, but have no space for GP. The Shankara Mutts, all five of them, wax eloquent about the importance of Sanskrit and the need to keep the scriptures alive and thriving, have 1000s of crores each of corpus funds donated over the centuries, but no heart to spend on GP. Many more such ashrams, mutts and religious institutions, are too busy exploiting their Brand Equity, while ignoring such icons as the GP.
And what about the super rich temples of India? Tirupathi, Vaishno Devi, Sabarimalai, Guruvayoor etc... whose donations cross upwards of a thousand crores every year..... don't they have the heart to give a helping hand to our culture and tradition by keeping GP alive? After all, how much is it going to cost to maintain a certain percentage of 100+300 people ( assuming lesser number will be required, in view of a complementary Net presence)??
As they say, where there is a will, there is a way. Sadly, "Pay lip service to preserving our culture and tradition, and continue your commercial exploitation of our culture and tradition", seems to be the motto. Shame!
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Wednesday, August 26, 2015

A song on Goddess Lakshmi

உறங்காமல் உலகைக் காத்து
உய்யச் செய்வாயே
பரந்தாமன் பரந்த மார்பில்
குடிகொண்டு அருள்வாயே

உன்னைத் தேடும் தரணி மனிதர்
செழிக்கச் செய்வாயே
அன்னைப் போல என்னைக் காத்து
மலர்ச்சித் தருவாயே

நான்கு கரத்தில் வாழ்வின் கொள்கை
நல்கித் தந்தாயே
வான் புகழும் சீதை யாக
அவதரித்தாயே


uRanggaamal ulakaik kaaththu
uyyach seyvaayE
paranthAman parantha maarbil
kudikoNdu aruLvaayE

unnaith thEdum dharaNi manidhar
sezikkach seyvaayE
annaip pOla ennaik kaaththu
malarchchith tharuvaayE

n-aanku karaththil vaazvin koLkai
n-alkith thanthaayE
vaan pugazum sIthai yaaga
avathariththaayE


Friday, August 21, 2015

The Yakub Saga

The Yakub Saga
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For eight years, he awaited the noose
Full of petulence, but no remorse
He started his tricks from the TADA Court
Worked his way up to the Supreme Court.

Thank God, the laws of the land prevailed
In anticipation of the D-Day, Yakub remained jailed
Just when justice was about to be delivered
Howls of protest from the media appeared.

"Spare him, he is innocent", proclaimed Salman's court
Never mind the "conspirator" title by the Apex Court
"He is being hanged, because he is muslim", said Owaisi
Suddenly, minority politics had become all too easy.

" Time to review the death penalty" howled Tharoor
" It is inhuman, be kind to the traitor" said the media
Instead of Yakub, they almost hung the judiciary,
In all this melee, the TRP rating was the beneficiary.

Where are those guardians of humanitarianism now?
Where are those wanting to end capital punishment now?
Wait for another dastardly attack, for another Yakub to show up,
For, then, the TRP ratings again are sure to go up.

>3 D >3

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Playing adult

A very interesting anecdote from my childhood. Can't help laughing at it now.
My elder brother and I had lied to our mom and went to Regal theatre to watch "Manmadha Leelai". It was considered "adult" movie those days Quite scandalous. ( When I watch it now, it looks more like a bhakthi movie, when compared to the standards of today's movies, but that is another topic).
We sneaked in, bought the Rs.1.45 tickets for the balcony seats at the Regal Theatre in Madurai. The theatre was quite empty, and we chose the centre seats ( no seat reservations those days). The movie started.
And in walks Mr. Vaidyanathan, our school Principal, with his wife and daugther!!! Our faces became white!!! They sat right behind us... wink emoticon
We were squirming. Did not know what to do... and so, sure enough, before interval, we sneaked out in the darkness, out of the movie hall, and quietly went back home as if nothing transpired.
The next day, when we came home from school, mom pulled us up, and threatened to inform dad!! We begged her not to do so ( Appa would otherwise put his belt to good use!!!), and promised to her we would not do so again.... wink emoticon
Mrs. Vaidyanathan and my mom are good friends. So, she promptly had come home while we were away at school, and shared the "news" with mom. The good lady was kind enough and told mom " இது எல்லாம் இந்த வயசுல சஹஜம். ரொம்ப திட்ட வேண்டாம்" ( dont get worked up over this, such things are common amongst boys at this age").
OOOF!!!

Sunday, August 16, 2015

தரகர்கள்



கோவில் நடை வாசல்தனில் காலணிகள் கழற்றினேன்
நாவில் பல நாமங்களை ஜபித்தபடித் திரும்பினேன்
செருப்புதனைக் காத்திடவே காசு பல கேட்டார்கள்
மறுப்பின்றி நானும் அதை மகிழ்வுடனே கொடுத்திட்டேன்.

இடைமறித்தாள் பூக்காரி  இங்கிதமாய் போணி செய்ய
தடையின்றி அளந்திட்டாள் முழங்கையால் பூமாலை
காசுக்குப் பூ வாங்கி கடவுளுக்குச் சார்த்தினால்தான்
மாசு அற பக்தியை நான் பறை சாற்று வேனாம்.

இனியொரு தொல்லையும் இல்லை என நானும்
தனிமையிலே தியானிக்கத் தடை இருக்காதெனவே
சன்னதியில் சேவிக்க வேகமாய் உள் சென்றேன்
என்கதியோ என்னென்று உறைப்பேன் நான் இறைவா!

சிறப்பு தரிசனம் பெறச் செலவு தனிச்சீட்டு
மறுப்பு சொல்லாமல் அர்ச்சனைக்கு ஒரு தட்டு
ஐய்யனுடன் ஒன்றிடவோ இன்னும் பல இன்னல்கள்
ஐயர் எனை விரட்டி விடும் கொடுமையான கோஷங்கள்

பக்தியை விற்றிடவே  தவித்திடும் தரகர்கள்
புத்தியை மழுக்கிவிடும் பொய்யான போதகர்கள்
போதுமடா இறைவா உன் கோவில்களின் அவலங்கள்
தூது எவரும் வேண்டாம் உன் பாதம் பற்றிடவே. 

Friday, July 17, 2015

Train journeys of yore

I am a proud Railwayman's son, and that has given me some unforgettable experiences.

Rewind to year 1978. My brother had finished his SSLC just then. I had finished my 5th standard. Neither of us knew a word of Hindi, coming from Madurai, that citadel of Tamizh. My father was eligible for three "sets" of passes in 1st class in a year, and decided to send both of us , without anyone else accompanying us, to Pune, where my Perimma lived.

Now, that is not a simple point A to point B journey. It involved, firstly, and overnight travel from Madurai to Chennai by Pandian Express. Then a "M8 mini bus" ride from Egmore to Central. Then to find the correct platform at Central, what with it's 15 odd platform enough to put us in awe. Followed by a 24 hour journey by Steam Engine-pulled Dadar Express... we had the "luxury" of diesel engines only in some sections. Food was pack for those days by mother. No eating outside. Pandian express was an epitome of cleanliness. I used to die to travel in the 1st class. The cabins used to be spic and span, painted so well, with pictures of the Meenakshi Amman temple and other important places. The floors, I remember, used to shine... so clean, that it sleeping on the floor seemed perfectly fine! The exterior too used to be washed everyday, after the rakes come in, at the yard.

Booking for the entire journey was a funny experience in itself. At Madurai Junction, there was one designated counter for all first class tickets. Unlike second class, which had one counter for each sector. And then there was another counter which dealt exclusively with sending messages for onward reservations. We first stood in the first class queue, and got the Madurai-Egmore sector booked. "Booking" merely meant the booking clerk writing down the details of the "pass" in his monstrous ledger, and replicating the details of train no., date on the "pass" which was essentially an A4 sized paper, green in colour, with all sorts of silly information on it. the poor booking clerk had to laboriously write down each and every information, in the sparse free space in the pass. The final berth allocation would be known only when one arrived at the platform. Being a manual system of booking, chances of missing out one's reservation in the final "list' on board, either inadvertently or wantonly, were very high.

We then moved to the second counter, where the clerk once again wrote down a few additional "notes" in the pass, as acknowledgement of the booking. He had to essentially send out a "message", using Morse Code, telegraphically, to Madras Central, as well as to Pune Junction, for our onward and return journeys. If you have noticed poles alongside railway tracks, carrying communication lines, that is what they are for.

We embarked on that journey happy - two young boys ready to conquer the world, all alone! Thanks in no small measure to my father, who had the foresight to let us experience the world first hand, and more importantly, my mother, who was brave enough to let go of both her kids to an unknown place, unaccompanied. We, sure, completed that trip in style - and, learnt a lot, in the process. Remember, no phones those days. So my perippa sent a telegram to Madurai, from Pune, informing about our safe arrival. I am sure that until then, mom would have had her heart in her mouth!!! God has been kind enough to let me travel in many other fast trains of the world - TGV(France), ICE (Germany), SBB (Switzerland), Shinkansen (Japan), KTX (Korea), The Maglev in Shanghai etc... Even today, the sight of a train is so enticing for me- anywhere and anytime. But those good old days of steam-engine-pulled trains chugging away into the horizon, watched from a level-crossing in the villageside, were indeed a sight to behold.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

लकीरें




मेरी  हाथ की लकीरें बड़ी बेवफा निकले हैं
जिंदगी की इस मोड पे दोखेबाज़ निकले हैं‖
जब लगा कि  मेरी सारे तकलीफ़ें खतम हुई
नक़ाब को फाड कर नये लकीरें निखले हैं‖

पता नहीं था कि मेरी उलझे लखीरों को क्या करूं
सोच लिया था कि उन्हीं से बाकी जीवन सवर करूं‖
एक बीमारी के बाद फरिश्तों ने नया लकीरें दिला दी
एक पल के लिए लगा, इन लकीरों को लेके  में क्या करूं‖

है कुछ आधे, है और कुछ अधूरी, इन लकीरों में
मेरी अरमानें और ख्वाइशें छुपे थे  इन्ही लकीरों में‖
दुआ मांग रहा था उन्हें पूरी हो जाने की, मगर
खुदा ने नये लकीरें और नयी उम्मीदें दिला दी‖

अब वह कटी हुयी लकीर नयी उमंगों की निशानी है
वह  टेढी लकीर अब लगता है की उन्नति की कहानी है‖
बस कितना भी नये लकीरें कींचने दो,
भरोसा है किआनेवाला पल ज़रूर सुहानी ही सुहानी है‖

❤D❤





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