What a life!

Here we go again!

It has been a whirlwind four years since the last post that I had put up in 2012. That year, among the many momentous milestones, one was a meeting with a friend and his friend - a former rally champion, who had partnered with the national football team captain. Their objective was to create a brand and messages that could save lives needlessly lost on the roads. Convinced that this would be an opportunity to not just re-engage with Oman, but truly make a difference by saving lives of people, I accepted the offer to create a startup.

What a journey it was. Two years of non-stop mega-humbling action. No mean task to begin from scratch and set up everything. From branding to the organisational structure to securing sponsorships and then some. 15 hour work days, dragging myself back home and crashing on the bed with the glint of a smile in the eye, thinking that somewhere out there amongst the myriad blacktops criss crossing Oman, somebody had heard what we had to say and had maybe thought just enough to make a minor change in their driving behaviour which led to many a life being saved.

By mid-2014, life as an ongoing set of constant adrenalin pumping challenges once again intervened in a manner, wherein moving to Dubai became an option that I just could not refuse. Next thing was working with a firm completely run by Indians. UAE, its work and spend culture which I had detailed many a time before (tourist, job-hunter, philosophy), still managed to surprise me in more ways than one. From moments of sheer bliss to absolute horrifying let-downs. I shall leave it at just this - it was an eye-opener in so many ways that even my words may not have the power to make the reader fathom the impact.

Circa 2018, I am back in India for good. Hope soars as a strategy and plan to get going with my own business which began as a seed has now begun to sprout. Now, am on the cusp of getting the business started, whilst another project in nearby Kochi, keeps me more than somewhat occupied. Somewhere in the midst of all this clamour for time, space, energy, familial duties, monetary concerns, and whatnot, which not so strangely, features rather strongly in the typical life of a middle class Indian, there was this yearning to pen the words that convey my feelings out to the world.

So here, we go again. Am truly looking forward to a better future for all of us. Let's engage, chat, debate, discuss, share and care.

Chennai, what a city! It's been almost four years since I started living in this place and gawd knows, there's enough to crib about, but also loads to praise. Coming to this place with very mixed feelings, it has actually become a place which I'm so comfortable with that it sort of scares me (if that's the term!). I guess, I do have a thing about comfort zones, but more on that later...

Chennai (that was/is Madras?) tends to grow on you in ways that seems profoundly simple and direct yet illogically ephemeral. As a city, I have witnessed it change its character quite a bit in the time I have spent here, yet there is much that still remains as it has been for over a century and more.

Friday night was an interesting experience to say the least. Sitting and talking with a friend and poof the electricity supply is gone. Now, it had been raining, so the normal conclusion is it will come back in a few minutes. Unfortunately not the case. Friend decides to leaves for his house, which is just a couple of blocks away. And as we come out of the building, realisation hits us that all around us, there are lights and air-conditioners being powered away to glory and only our building has been affected. Turns out an underground cable connecting the transformer to our building had short circuited (burnt in three places as it turns out later).

Herein starts the experience. With the power on, the city felt different in that one is living in a safe and secure environment with access to water, sanitation, third party support, etc. Off goes the power and one realises Chennai's nature in full fury. Out of the all encompassing darkness come the raiders who descend on the hapless soul with precision attacking every possible part. As one of the bloggers from Chennai (see link) has asked, how dare we hoard blood, for it is the right of every bloody mosquito in the world to feast on us. Of course, it's not just blood that you are losing. Pouring streams of a saline liquid popularly known as sweat but not so popular when it starts to build and descend from that exact spot on your skull, to gather strength near the brow and together create its own version of the niagra falls! And this is but the physical manifestations. What about the mental? No more connected to the net or tv, one frantically searches through a mental checklist on what to do - can't shut the brain off, won't shut off! Phew, what a night.

Rather bleary eyed, low on the sleep quotient, one wakes up to the soulful morning with a happy realisation - the raiders have gone away for now - Yeah!! Make the best of it. Run. Jump. Scream. In joy. (Funny isn't it, how little things can give so much joy in life?). And then reality sinks in. There still is no power. One of the building's association member actually has to spend a whole day camping at the TNEB Assistant Engineer's office to ensure that somebody is actually deputed to find the fault and sort it out. Finally two people land up and oh dear, the open dug outs reminds you that beneath the surface lies so much! Every time we get a phone connection, or water connection or tv connection or a connection of any sorts, there is digging that takes place. Dig hard enough and you are bound to hit one of the wires in the dirt. Who cares, if a whole building goes without power because the rain water entered into the electricity cable through a cut/multiple cuts left during another connection being setup. Anyways, toiling industrially these two men manually sort out the whole mess and power is restored and life is back to normal.

But the brain refuses to stop thinking. In our man made heaven or mess of a city, whatever you call it, as long as everything is going in the way that leaves you happy, then all is fine. A change in that situation and the realisation dawns that nature has a way of showing you who really is more powerful (more on that later; met an interesting conservationist yesterday, check out the link to his blog too).

Chennai has evolved from a small fishing village into a giant metropolis. Have people and the place always been in tandem - absolutely not. Has the planning of the city been in tandem with the present needs, let alone future needs? Not is the sad answer. But have the people lived in tandem with each other? Yes and that is what makes this such an interesting city to live in. It grows on sub-conscious self in ways that's akin to a creeper, eventually becoming a part of your consciousness, without one even realising that it happened. But of course, a change (albeit temporary) like a power shut down leads you to realise what all. Here's wishing the best to this old lady of a city and its denizens.

What a life!

Friday 5 October 2018

Back in action

Here we go again!

Saturday 28 June 2008

Hell and Heaven!

What are we really focusing on?