Sunday, August 25, 2013

HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO WAKE UP?


A few days back I came across this poem of Rabindranath Tagore.

I had heard about it, but never bothered to study it intensely. Which I did now.

And felt I should share it with you all.  Perhaps you have known this already. But, never mind.  This poem is a Discovery for me and  so share I must.

Here it goes:


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Where The Mind Is Without Fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
S. Ananthanarayanan.

Monday, August 19, 2013

The world of Emotions

The world of Emotions
Ten inherent emotions or sentiments established before the tenth century in the world of music in India:
1.       Karuna – Sadness, pathos
2.       Shringar – love, joy
3.       Vira – heroism, valour
4.       Hasya – laughter, comedy
5.       Raudra – anger
6.       Bhayanaka – fear
7.       Vibhatasa – disgust
8.       Adbhuta – Surprise
9.       Shanthi (peace)
10.   Shyness

Extracted by S.Ramani for the benefit of 56ers.

The joy of old Age

The joy of old Age. ( No. Kidding)
Last night I dreamed about mercury – huge, shining globules of quicksilver rising and failing. Mercury is element number 80, and my dream is a reminder that on Tuesday, I will be 80 myself.
Elements and birthdays have been intertwined for me since boyhood, when I learned about atomic numbers. At 11, I could say “I am sodium” (Element 11) and now at 79, I am gold. A few years ago, when I gave a friend a bottle of mercury for his 80th birthday- a special bottle that could neither leak nor break- he gave me a peculiar look, but later sent me a charming letter in which he joked, “I take a little every morning for my health.”
Eighty! I can hardly believe it. I often feel that life is about to begin, only to realize it is almost over. My mother was the 16th of 18 children; I was the youngest of her four sons, and almost the youngest of the vast cousin hood on her side of the family. I was always the youngest boy in my class at high school. I have retained this feeling of being the youngest, even though now I am almost the oldest person I know.
I thought I would die at 41, when I had a bad fall and broke fall and broke a leg while mountaineering alone. I splinted the leg as best I could and started to lever myself down the mountain, clumsily, with my arms. In the long hours that followed, I was assailed by memories, both good and bad. Most were in a mode of gratitude – gratitude for what I had been given by others, gratitude, too, that I had been able to give something back. “Awakening” has been published the previous year.
At nearly 80, with a scattering of medical and surgical problems, non disabling, I feel glad to be alive – “I am not dead!” sometimes bursts out of me when the weather is perfect. (This is in contrast to a story I heard from a friend  who, walking with Samuel Beckett in paris on a perfect spring morning said to him. “Doesn’t day like this make you glad to be alive?” to which Beckett answered, “I wouldn’t  go as far as that” ) I am grateful that I have experienced many things- some wonderful, some horrible- and that I have been able to write a dozen books, to receive innumerable letters from friends, colleagues and readers, and to enjoy what Nathaniel haw throne called “an intercourse with the world.”
I am sorry I have wasted (and still waste) so much time; I am sorry to be as agonizingly shy at 80 as I was at 20; I am sorry that I speak no languages but my mother longue and that I have not traveled or experienced other cultures as widely as I should have done.
I feel I should be trying to complete my life, whatever “ complete a life” means. Some of my patients in their 90s or 100s say nunc dimities – “ I have had a full life, and now I am ready to go. “For some of them, this means going to heaven – it is always heaven rather than hell, through Samuel Johnson and james Boswell both quaked at the thought of going to hell and got furious with David Home, who entertained no such beliefs. I have no belief in (or desire for ) any post-mortem existence, other than in the memories of friends and the hope that some of my books may still “Speak” to people after my death.
W.H.Auden often told me he thought he would live to 80 and then “bugger off” (he lived only to 76 ). Though it is 40 years since his death, I often dream of him, and of my parents and of former patients – all long gone but loved and important in my life.
At 80, the specter of dementia or stroke looms. A third of one’s contemporaries are dead, and many more, with profound mental or physical damage, are trapped in a tragic and minimal existence. At 80 the marks of decay are all too visible. One’s reactions are a little slower, names more frequently elude one, and one’s energies must be husbanded, but even so, one may often feel full of energy and life and not all “old. “ perhaps, with luck, I will make it, more or less intact, for another few years and be granted the liberty to continue to love and work, the two most important things, Freud insisted in life.
When my time comes, I hope I can die in harness, as Francis Crick did. When he was told that his colon cancer had returned, at first he said nothing ; he simply looked into the distance for a minutes and then resumed his previous train of thought. When pressed about his diagnosis a few weeks later, he said, “whatever has a beginning must have an ending,” what he died, at 88, he was fully engaged in his most creative work.
My father, who lived to 94, often said that the 80s had been one of the most enjoyable decades of his life. He felt, as I begin to feel, not a shrinking but an enlargement of mental life and perspective. One has had a long experience of life, not only one’s own life, but others’, too. One has seen triumphs and tragedies, booms and busts, revolutions and wars, great achievements and deep ambiguities, too. One has seen grand theories rise, only to be toppled by stubborn facts. One is more conscious of transience and, perhaps, of beauty. At 80, one can take a long view and have vivid, lived sense of history not possible at an earlier age. I can imagine, feel in my bones, what a century is like, which I could not do when I was 40 or 60. I do not think of old age as an ever grimmer time that one must. Somehow endure and make the best of, but as a time of leisure and freedom, freed from the facetious urgencies of earlier days, free to explore whatever I wish, and to bind the thoughts and feeling of a lifetime together.

I am looking forward to being 80.

Monday, July 8, 2013

HOW ARE WE BEING VIEWED


Recently I received a mail from an ex colleague of mine who is settled in Europe.  He had attended  a professional   meet soon after the Uttarakand tragedy.  Whoever he met there had lot of sympathy for people who had been caught up in Uttarakand.  Alongside was a question, asked directly or hanging there:  Why cant you, in India, do things properly?

That struck a chord.  I am sure most of you will remember that we had a book called 'Many Voices' for our English Language for our SSLC Examination.  There was an essay by Aldous Huxley on India and Indians.  That essay must have been written in 1930s  or so.  I recall that  Huxley prefaced his essay with a verse from Edward Lear:    

There was an Old Man of Thermopylae
Who never did anything properly.

Huxley went on to write that Indians are like Thermopylaeans, who never did anything properly. That was his impression of Indians. Remember he admired and befriended J. Krishnamurti and later went on to write an introduction to " The Bhagvat Gita: The Song of God" published by the Vedanta Society of Southern California.

Almost a century later, that epithet seems to continue to stick to us.

As viewed by others (foreigners) we have a higher IQ and have an amazing ability to do multitasking.  This is in direct contrast to what you observe in most countries: that their general knowledge is very limited and they just can do only one task at a time, as for example at any counter at the Bank or Shop.

However we are also seen as having a poor work culture.  Not enough dedication or attachment or pride to the work we do.  So we end up doing a sloppy work, incomplete or with inaccuracies or unverified assumptions, etc.  And to top it all, excuses for everything.  

Add to it.  We are no great team players. Generally in a team we tend to relax, in the sure knowledge that someone else in the team will make up for you!!   Remember the famous story of the Maharaja who wanted the citizens each to bring him one jar of milk, only to find the jar full of water!!

Why is this so?  Something for us to ponder.  And to reflect on what we, individually, can do to change this perception.

Please do share your thoughts.


S. Ananthanarayanan.




Monday, June 17, 2013


ONCE AGAIN WELCOME.ENTER THE CONVERSATION ROOM OF 56 BATCHERS AFTER SHAKING HANDS:

Welcome Guindy fifty sixes.shake hands and enter the world of fifty sixesrs below
REVIVE FRIENDSHIPS REBUILD BONDS REFRESH. MEMORIES RAMANI.S.Dr. 56. Guindy

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Inaugural Post

Dear Guindy 56ers,  Greetings to you all and your families.

 When we met last at Chennai, there was a common view that we should run our own Blog to keep in touch and to share views and concerns. And so here it is.

 This is christened "Guindy 56" and can be accessed at www.guindy56@blogspot.com

 The team comprising Ramki, Ramani and Ananthu have taken on the editorial responsibility.

 Your involvement is thru regularly accessing this Blog and making your contribution thru comments.

 This Blog would also feature developments and notable events in the families of our Batch. Do convey them to anyone or all the three above by mail. For ready reference their mail ids are below:


 ramki2403@gmail.com. vidyaramani2004@gmail.com. sa.ananth@gmail.com

 Here is something we should ponder.

 Recently we had a very senior (position and age) public figure displaying his dissatisfaction in a very public manner, by resigning from the positions he held as a sequel to a perceived repudiation of his views by his colleagues.

 Such an action is recognised to be the outcome of an attitude called Sulking, an attitude into which people tend to slip in when they feel they are not given such importance as they think they deserve.

 We, senior citizens, are more prone to sulking than others especially in relation to family matters and situations. Reasons are simple. Generation gap and our not having tuned our views to the present. Sulking leads to lot of tension for all around us. And certainly leaves a scar behind, even after it is resolved. We should recognise this and at all costs try and not get into this stage at all.

 What are your views? Do write and share with us.


 Editorial Team.