Saturday, April 26, 2008

A Childless Abode of God

As of 2001 India census, Gangotri had a population of 606. Males constitute 96% of the population and females 4%. Gangotri has an average literacy rate of 89%, higher than the national average of 59.5%: male literacy is 91%, and female literacy is 48%. In Gangotri, 0% of the population is under 6 years of age.


Had to read it twice to confirm, then follow the link to censusindia.net website to confirm for sure.

Gangotri sure makes for some weak figures in terms of female and infant populace. But I won't raise an alarm over it. No bridal genocide or baby barbeque. Rather, Gangotri is on high altitudes - extreme conditions.

Moreover, nobody settles in Gangotri for reasons other than religion or business. Those with religion in mind like to do so in isolation. No familial baggage. The pundits, might come along with their families, but these families generally migrate to lower reaches in winters, and dont make up for much of femal/child population anyways.

Those with business on their mind are exclusively there to provide services. The businessman contructs hotels and restaurants and bring (majorly male) labour from the plains in mass quantities. Sometimes they will delegate this task to other people, and themselves stay in the lower regions and manage finances. Even if they arrive in Gangotri themselves, they rarely bring their families along for the tourist season is over a narrow period of time and family doesn't bring any utility. Its better to have them studying and working in the lower reaches of the mighty mountains.

Much of the female/child population must be consisting of the old folks - back when Gangotri was a small village, with a few families. Those that were raised there and came to find it at ease. Not the lone sadhu or hungry seth.

Am I missing something here? Feels like it.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Brain Damaged!

Discussion with close friends over participation in the faux farewell activities gave a good opportunity to let out some of the (contemptful) steam. Firstly, because it is self serving - we would be doing it for ourselves, no other element of NIEC involved. Secondly, because I'd not like being with people I've barely known over the past four years. Not much point in obsessing over the fact that I'm gonna be missing some strangers. Such are the distances that I can pass off my juvenile generalisations about each one of them very comfortably, like a 3rd person - no emotional baggages attached. Am yet to find out what part of NIEC I'll be missing once I graduate. Entire college life has been spent living a life away from it.

There are few that I've been in touch with - 'come to know', as they say. And among those that I've come to know, I could only loathe some. There are people being around whom you feel insulted and degraded. General frivolity is alright, but when things descend to the realm of the depraved - channeled towards the male ego that seems a threat and female vanity/dignity that seems a slap on your existence - is when I'd want to back out. Their thoughts and actions, both seem conceited and demeaning to those outside their comfort zone. There is little stopping me from smashing one such specimen against the canteen water cooler - the bastard ran over some pedestrian (suspects he killed him), only to flee away in his car and brag about it in the college since.

Then there are those who managed to trade their brain tissue for muscle tissue and feel boastful of it. Gym is cited as the epicenter of such changes. Health is not their primary concern. It is the potential to rule over the minions that gets them going. Fights are a normal outcome from such gym-inducded defeciencies. But, eh, not even that seems redeeming. They fight like babies. Totally ridiculous. The insecurities on their face visible even while they land their next greatest punch or kick - like they'd want to run away the very next instant.

And then come the converts, the people I'd hate the most. They gave up their integrity to wedge into the 'we put up a cool facade', or 'perverts united' groups. I saw potential in these people, and then they all fused into the common decaying body which we call "Batch of 2008, NIEC Delhi". Altered their lifestyle to feel appreciation/respect [that hangs by the edge of a needle]. Immediate reward. Instant gratification. Losers. Interestingly, I found this piece on Prefrontal Cortext that bears some relevance here...

Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prefrontal_Cortex
Subsequent studies, on patients with prefrontal injuries, have shown that the patients verbalized what the most appropriate social responses would be under certain circumstances, yet, when actually performing, they instead pursued behavior that is aimed at immediate gratification despite knowing the longer-term results would be self-defeating.

The interpretation of this data indicates that not only are skills of comparison and understanding of eventual outcomes harbored in the prefrontal cortex but the prefrontal cortex (when functioning correctly) controls the mental option to delay immediate gratification for a better or more rewarding longer-term gratification result. This ability to wait for a reward is one of the key pieces that define optimal executive function of the human brain.


Hm, its a pity living and competing amongst prefrontal cortex accident victims.
And I thought I was brain damaged to be ranting off like this.

Last of the college days...

Last day of the college. I won't want the feeling of associating with it rub in, so should prepare for a hasty retreat. That, or endless hours of table tennis. That tiny 9x5 ft ping pong table holds some good memories.

Have let all my guards down and have been openly expressing my disgust for the rot that set in (at least) our batch from the very first year. Serious discussions with amigos on why there's no need to participate in any of the last-day activities and create a false sense of brotherhood just for the sake of it. It seems so, because not even our juniors acknowledge our graduation. Nothing to mark our farewell. Maybe they weren't in awe of us. I could see that coming.
Horses grazing on short, green grass
Fog all around, dewdrops holding on to any surfaces they can find
A wide path running through the middle, turning sharply to the right
Something scurries along that path, a small creature
My body lying in a dry riverbed. On the stones. Face down. Have a white shirt on. It doesn't move. Seems dead. RIP

Monday, April 21, 2008

Taking some words back - lko pwns dli

Traveling from Kanpur to Lucknow by bus was enough to condition me to the change I would be expecting between the populous cities of Delhi and Lucknow. Change for the good. Started with a minor incident. The bus driver was busy with a quarrel at the time I - alongwith my baby brother - had boarded the bus. Soon enough, the quarrel got a bit loud, and we exected each side to bring out their share of expletives. Dirty, demeaning ones; and the bus drivers are so good at that. In such a situation, having a friend makes for some passive entertainment - crowds usually tend to do that instead of standing up (the you loser, me loser mentality) - but in the company of a relative, it disgusting in worse proportions. There I was, expecting a flurry of 'teri..'. But that never happened. The driver kept to his limits, winning the quarrel by sheer argument. I was surprised. It was same throughout the journey. None of his irritations came out as an undignified action.

It was comforting to know that I'd be reaching Lucknow soon - the city of 'Tehzeeb', something that would sound like a lesser-known Mughlai dish to the Delhiites. Not once in Lucknow do I recall coming across any cussing. And I'm referring to the time spent on the streets, of course. Lucknow sure is respectful. No wonder why the rich travelers end up feeling like Nawabs; the respect is so overwhelming. Leave aside the global greed and nationwide female insecurity for a while, Lucknow has its distinct charm.

Friday, April 18, 2008

A more real perception

Am writing this blogpost from Lucknow. Arrived here this morning. After little fiasco over missing the last of the metro trains, it was a relief when an autorickshaw managed to get us - me and by baby brother - to the station in time.

On one side I was miffed for being irresponsible and late. But on the other, I was thankful, for the autorickshaw ride through the anatomy of Delhi brought up a whole new feeling. Okay, it goes like this: The metro train characterises the modern side of Delhi. Easy, silent, clean commute. To follow that, we had our reservation in 3AC - something which I kinda loathe, but the parents find smart. That meant that we would've landed up in Lucknow with a sudden shock - slow pace of life, chaos, traffic madness, the perennial coat of d&g. To make it worse, Delhi's image in my short term memory would've contrasted to an extent that, upon return, it'd take a day to correct the perception. A short autorickshaw travel made sure that Delhi doesn't stick as a heaven when compared to Lucknow. It has the same human side, same demography living on the streets - people and dirt fighting for space, same cool night breeze, similar sections of damaged roads, same traffic banalities, same people looking for opportunity to make quick profits (the autorickshaw driver overcharged us on the excuse of it being too late in the night).

Plus point #2 (of missing the metro) - saved half an hour of boredom waiting at the station, had we caught the last metro train. That also made for half an hour of facebook and youtube for my brother, and convenient/relaxed travel for me.