Thursday, 15 November 2018

MY PEN NOT POINTED ENOUGH TO PUNCTURE MY LITTLE BUBBLE OF HAPPINESS





Yesterday I went to the Eden. For those of you who are not familiar with my town, Eden is the name of our shopping centre.

I wanted to buy a refill for my ball point pen. I had this Waterman pen for about 4 yrs now. When I bought it, there was one refill inside the pen and two more spares were also included. Last refill finished three day ago.

 I first went to the local stationery shop which also doubles as our Post Office. When I asked for the refill, the young shop keeper looked a bit amused and said “we stopped stocking refills. You can have a new pen for as little as 10 pence and just throw it when finished.” I did not like the look and feel of the 10 pence pen though it was writing all right.

I asked the young man “is there any other shop where I can find the refill.”

“Try the Eden, the big departmental store, it may have it.”

That was why I was in the Eden. The big departmental store did not stock it, even though they had the pen in its showcase. The pretty salesgirl with a heavy makeup suggested “Try the stationery shop W H Smith on High street.”

  In W H Smith, I asked for the refill, I was sent to isle no.5 where a lot of refills were displayed. I could not find one for my pen. I went back to the man on the counter “Can you find one for Waterman, I cannot see it”. He came with me, rummaged through the pile for a few minutes and finally found one. “Here you go”

There was no price on it. At the pay counter the computer said £7.99. I startled “seven ninety nine?” That was not much less than what I thought I paid for the new pen with two extra refills. I could not justify buying a refill for that high a price. I bought a set of 5 throwaway ones for 50 pence!

I am now a not so proud member of the throwaway society. Not only cheap pens, we get cheap cloths, cheap furniture, and cheap shoes. They are functional and reasonably comfortable. Just throw them and buy the new ones and cheaper ones when they get dirty or the fashion changes!

The price is being kept low by overseas production, robbing the workers of a decent wage and sometimes cutting the corners in implementing the local health and safety measures with connivance of the local businessmen and government officials.

By regularly throwing away and buying new products we are ultimately depleting the finite resources present on the earth. The energy needed for producing and transporting these throwaway products is mostly coming from fossil fuel increasing the global warming and air pollution. The ecologists, scientists and religious leaders all are pointing to a looming catastrophe in not so distant future. Problems of ever so increasing mountains of garbage and trash are there for all to see everywhere.

But the businessmen are happy getting more profit, the governments are happy with rising GDP, the consumers are happy to get a kick out of buying  new things at a lower cost.

Who cares for the bigger picture and the future, most of us are ecstatically happy now with our little bubbles. 

Thursday, 26 July 2018

TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING...


“Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?”    

       William Shakespeare  (As You Like it)



This week I did something which I have not been able to do for the last 40 years. Then it was a routine daily activity. Well, I did not always do it every day. Two or three times a week would be more truthful when I was in the university.  I came to England in 1977; I never did it since then, till this week.

 I do not know what you are guessing but I am talking about taking a shower with normal tap water without mixing hot water. Tap water that comes to the house from the general supply through the underground pipes is very cold here. Everyone except a few odd eccentrics mixes hot water for a bath or a shower. I have been to India many times in the last 40 years but it had always been in winter months and there also I mixed hot water before a shower as the tap water was quite cold.

 It was not that in the medical college hostel the water was warm but there was no provision for getting any hot water. This was the reason why I and many others avoided taking a daily shower. In winter the shower under the cold tap used to be a very speedy affair indeed. At least it was good for the environment, wasting less water and electricity!

In UK during summer months the temperature has gone above 300C many a times in previous years but the tap water has not been warm enough to shower.  This time it is different, the high temperature has continuously persisted for almost six weeks now. The ground has become hotter and the tap water is now warm enough to take a shower without adulterating it with hot water!

It is really lovely to have a long spell of hot and sunny weather but now it is getting hotter and hotter without any break. The grass and the meadows have all become parched and trees and shrubs looking sad and forlorn. I am watering the garden twice a day to keep the plants alive, the lawn is brown and brittle.  

UK and most of the continent is trapped into a high pressure bubble due to the Jet stream which has shifted to north. This is blocking  any cloud and rain to come in. This, with long days and the Sun high up in the sky , no wonder we are baking.

Funny thing is that despite this, technically there is not yet a drought in the UK! The official definition for a British drought is at least 15 consecutive days when there is less than 0.2 mm of rainfall. Oh well to me it feels like drought.

The Met Office forecast is for more of the same in coming weeks. In UK the hot and sunny weather is very welcome but now after six weeks the guest is outliving its welcome. Too much of a good thing...

Tuesday, 5 June 2018

MEMORY IS A WEIRD AND WONDERFUL THING!


"You are what you are only because you have the memories you have."





A few days ago I was walking along the banks of the river Wey which flows through the middle of our estate, enjoying the different shades of green leaves that have reappeared in Spring on the trees and shrubs growing on either side of the river. Suddenly a medium sized tree attracted my attention; it seemed very familiar and festive. I looked a bit closely, nothing exceptional. Bright green leaves, slightly darker stems, no flowers: pretty much like any other tree around it. I just continued my walk, stopping on the way to look at some wild flower or a bird.
That green plant kept on coming to fore in my mind like a catching tune.  It was not a strange or unique tree. It looked so common, still there must be something more to this tree than meets the eye to make me feel this way.

Next day I saw a similar tree just about hundred steps from my front door on the back of my neighbour’s house. I felt the same feeling of happiness and familiarity. I looked closely; it was the leaves that
attracted me most, a typical leaf, very symmetrical shape, one long spine in the middle with veins running at regular interval exactly parallel to each other. I took some photos on my mobile and brought some leaves home.

I put one leaf on the kitchen table and took a close-up photo of the leaf. Suddenly the penny dropped, a smile spread on my lips. Seeing the leaves in our kitchen suddenly triggered the association that was eluding me. 

 Of course this leaf has the exact pattern that my mother used to
put on the homemade cookies. When I was a child, every kitchen in our part of India had a wooden block with this pattern. It was used to decorate the sweet dough cookies before frying them in clarified butter (ghee). Colloquially these cookies were called Thekua or Khajur.

These cookies were made on most of the festive occasions and also whenever my mother was in a good mood and wanted to reward us. When I was in the medical college, I lived in a hostel. In holidays I went home. On my return she will pack a good number of these cookies for me to take back.

These leaves were associated with  all kinds of strong memories, olfactory, visual and auditory.It invoked a strong feeling of love, joy and festivity.

Memory is a weird and wonderful thing! You are what you are only because you have the memories you have.








Thursday, 8 February 2018

EYE-SIGHT TEST AND NEW GLASSES: A GESTAPO-ESQUE INTERROGATION AND A PRECIPITOUS FALL IN PERSONAL WEALTH.







A sudden blast of air on the eyeballs, particularly when you have to keep them open is unpleasant to say the least. I dread this test to check the pressure in the eye balls. Tonometry  is a compulsory part of the routine eye-sight check up. 
The normal recommendation is to get one’s eyes checked every two years but I tend to postpone it as long as it is possible to get by comfortably with my existing pair of glasses. Apart from the horror of air blast, one also have to get through the refraction test to determine the power in the glasses one needs to see properly. The optician puts different lenses in the test frame and you have to read the letter chart in the front. The optician takes over the role of a Gestapo interrogator. “Do you see clearer with this one or the previous one?”  If you answer is “this one”, he/she seems happy and the test continues. The moment you say “not sure”. The optician cuts in “Ok Sir, just say if it is better or worse”. The demeanour of the interrogator changes for the worse.

 I do want to please him but I certainly do not want to have to live with glasses worse than one I already have. “Can you put the previous one back”? He does that a bit reluctantly. I look carefully on the board “no you were right the last one was better”.  He is vindicated and smiles. I note the return of Dr. Henry Jekyll.

This goes on for quite a while and finally we both are happy that it is over.  He writes a prescription and gives it to one of the girls in the main hall. “Celina will help you to choose the frame and the glasses”.  Celina is a Dispensing optician cum sales person. Now begins the most difficult part of choosing a frame. The choice is bewildering.  The ones that feel and look good to me are the ones that my wife does not like, or they are priced as if they are made of solid gold. The frames that pass this hurdle are rejected by Cellina because they are not suitable for the lenses prescribed for me. Back to the shop floor. After a bit more toing and froing  I finally settle for the frames with a much bigger price tag than what I had in mind. 
Now we sit in the office again and time to decide the type of lenses. Again hundreds of options, millions of combinations: monofocal, bifocal, verifocal, anti reflex, clear or tinged, UV filtering, photochromatic, thin or thick, glare reducing  etc. The price almost doubling at each step up. I go a few steps higher than the middle and slightly lower than the “best combination” offered by Celina. A Middle class habit, not veering far off from the centre.
She adds all up, the printer comes alive and an invoice is there for me to sign and pay.
The specs will be ready in two weeks for the final fittings.

“Thanks a lot, see you then” I almost sprint out of the shop.  In one hour I have taken more decisions than the UN security council takes in a year!

I sincerely hope these glasses fit me and last for a very long time.