Manthan….

The last couple of months have been quite tempestuous for me. One can always feel the storm and turbulence it brings along within when it’s anything to do with fulfillment. If you are not happy, whatever be the reason, it’s bound to convulse your mind. It keeps going back to that issue. No matter what starting point of your argument is, subsequent arguments are framed to your line of thinking and you reach the same conclusion yet again but with increasing intensity.

My situation took me to extremes; there was hardly a moment when I was thinking of something else. It almost paralyzes you, so much so that I took a complete break from the situation. I then revisited the challenge. The question haunts and pounds heavily. If it’s not that intense it’s not a big real problem. One also needs to stay comfortable in that uncomfortable zone. That zone could run into days and weeks. The violent shake and prolonged stay in that zone help one carry out some real introspection. You then cannot afford to stay at the surface. You are forced to peel off layers and the process reveals deep insights. And those insights are priceless. Traditionally held notions are tossed and ones that appeared to be on sitting on the periphery make their value felt and emerge stronger. Overall you are able to differentiate between variables basis what is truly important and of value.

In this ‘mansik manthan (mental churn)’, I learned a lot. I came out awakened and alive to myself, my loved ones, and my friends. It reminds me of the ‘Samudra Manthan (churning the ocean)’ talked about in Puranas. I always saw that as pass-time folklore. I am now able to better appreciate what our forefathers were trying to convey. The jewels which Manthan released were nothing but insights. The ultimate output couldn’t have been anything else but Halahala (most lethal poison), which is akin to succumbing to the thoughts and sliding into depression, or Amrit (nectar of immortality), which I think is ‘absolute clarity or ‘truth’. ‘Truth’ and only ‘truth’ has the power to stay immortal.

The biggest of all insights was the value of my relationships. Relationships I took it for granted and at times ignored - what it means and how important it is in my scheme of life. The experience helped me re-value them. I was able to see through clearly what it meant. It made giving up big money and title a simple affair.

It was also about the confidence in oneself, the power and strength to stick to the truth, irrespective of how you get perceived at that point, the conviction in the immortality of the Truth and act on it. In my case, it was about entering into a new relationship. I could not have started on a false foundation and still believe that it would take me far. Staying with truth brought me inner peace, which is immeasurably more important than anything else. Staying with truth helped me stay comfortable with trade-offs and not repent, then or ever. Stay with Truth helps you hear ‘the inner voice’.

Life of Truth is life fulfilled. My Manthan, my Amrit.



2012...Tipping point for India

Everyone I talk to tells me that 2012 was not a good year. The never-ending scams, persistently high inflation, the slowdown in industrial activity, lay-offs, the impact of global events, and towards the end, the savage rape of a young girl. The gravity is not lost on me, but I still hold a different view, I believe it’s was a watershed year for India. It may have not have been a great year in an economic sense, but probably the best in a social sense. This year could be termed as the year of the awakening of the average Indian powered by the energy of the young. Citizens gave a titanic jolt to the ineffective political class by making its roar felt. I am certain that this year will serve as a tipping point in the modern history of this nation.

India has undergone colossal change over decades and obviously so have Indians. With the urbanization of India, the struggle and aspiration of an average Indian changed as well. New social strata called the urban (middle) class was born. They transcended the primal caste boundaries and were united by their routine drudgery of day-to-day struggle. It was slogging hard to make ends meet and generate resources to secure its future in this cut-throat world. So much so that it would typically show up on work in the very next hour of high-intensity disturbances because it couldn’t afford to and was euphemistically called as a resilient class. A good majority also got exposed to the western world and saw themselves no-less smart and intelligent and therefore worked even harder to achieve satiate its craving.

This class stayed mute for reasons above but was seen as stoic. It never really engaged with Indian political tamasha, something which Indian politicians of each shade understood very well and exploited this silent majority. The worst part is that they kept increasing the degree of insult over years and the absence of any reprisal, gave them the confidence to try out increasingly bizarre stuff including complete disregard. The bureaucracy-police which should have held its ground led itself to degenerate into a master-servant relationship and went the same way. In-fact they scratched each other's back and this nexus prospered, forcing young India to take charge of their destiny.

The past decades also witnessed changes in demographic profile. We now have a large educated young pool - energetic and restless. Two-third of India is now less than 35 years of age. They are willing to slog and earn their way to a decent life and expect leaders to do the same and not live in the world of entitlements. While economic forces saw this as an opportunity – the sales pitches identified its ‘demographic dividend’, the impact it would have in a social context was underestimated.

The problem was despite having similar thoughts, challenges, and asks nothing connected them. It’s no surprise that internet-mobile devices provided the platform for the like-minded groups to connect and share. The facebook-twitter networks started as a casual social network eventually metamorphosed into a potent force, a groundswell, a tsunami that no one could afford to ignore. This connection went beyond metros to all cities and villages. It is a bit surprising that while this played out loud and clear in the context of Arab spring, why the political elite failed to see this coming in our own country. It helped this new social class to connect and react to situations on a real-time basis. For once ‘going viral had a positive connotation. I have never been a bigger fan of this network.

And whenever this viral phenomenon hit through the course of this year, it left the incompetent political bureaucracy-police fumbling. This year, exposed the extent of ineptness. A sample bungled response to recent viral outpouring - lathi-charge and water-canons on students, Sec 144, shut-down metro, call young Indians as Maoists, urban women called as dented-and-painted, never-to-be-heard Maun-Mohan Singh living up to his reputation and woken up from slumber after 7 days only to say ‘theek-hai’, top-rung women political leadership Sushma-Mamta-Sheila-Jaya-Maya making customary statements and finally, so-called young-connected political the leadership of Gandhi-Pilot-Scindia-Deora not to be seen anywhere. Their why-should-I-go-to-you-you-come-to-me attitude smacks of entitlement mentality which this demographic profile disapproves of.

Whether it was the Anna Hazare led a protest against the corrupt-disgusting political class or impromptu getting together to express solidarity with the Delhi girl and demonstrating against sycophant-incapable bureaucracy-police, seeking justice, these events mark the coming of age of this new social class. It’s no more willing to tolerate the taken-for-granted attitude and willing to hit the streets, flexing its muscles, demanding its rights and exercising its franchise.

The rot is deep enough, hence the diseased body will need multiple such protest-therapy sessions. 2012 saw just one dose of medicine. Youth-led social surgery stands a good chance to cure the patient. Yes - it will not be easy, Yes - it will painful, Yes – it will be long-drawn but YES – it will tip the nation to its greatness and glory. Yes, we are at a tipping point and part of that historical transformation!

The ‘Arab Spring’ could very well give way to ‘Indian Summer’ and ‘Tahrir Square’ to the ‘India Gate’.

Time to welcome the new year...welcome 2013!