Monday, 29 April 2013

Moral Dilemma

Random conversations can be very interesting, giving you a glimpse how people you commute with react to situation. My write-up on moral dilemma is more about how simple situations can put you to test. It has nothing to do with people’s choices. When I travel with college students there is always a curiosity to know if they have a similar life which we had.  Technology has made life complex. Simplicity that technology offers more than often comes with complications of its own. Access and excess are hurting are life more than ever.

These incidences made me realize life never gives easy choices. It is the attitude with which you live your life that makes the difference. These are short conversations but they speak volumes. Not about the character of the generation involved, rather about the complex choice life offers them.

I came across a conversation between two friends, let us call them Kavita and Savita for sake of simplicity.
Kavita, “You told me you will not study on Sunday. How come you were able to finish the chapter?”
Sunita, “Didn’t I tell you, I was reading from Garima’s notes? I finished the notes and didn’t realize that it covered the whole chapter. Why didn’t you take a copy of these notes when I asked you?”
The reply was almost an accusation, “You did? I don’t remember that.”
Other student replied, “I did when you were sending sms to all our friends inviting them for a stroll in CP.”
Kavita was not happy with this, “How many times have I told you don’t discuss studies when I am busy with phone.”
Sunita seemed to be a gentel person, she said, “Not a problem, I have the notes and we have 30 minutes before we reach college. Here read them.”
“It is useless, I will never be able to remember all this. It’s too much of information. Can you explain the important theories?”, Kavita said.
Sunita smiled and said, “Well I can try.”
She pulled out the notes and started explain the theory to her friend. I could see from Kavita’s expression she was having a hard time understanding the concept.
She interrupted Sunita and declared, “This is very hard. I don’t think I can remember the whole stuff. Let me just write it down.”
“Good, write and then you will be able to learn faster”, Sunita offered her pen.
Kavita was annoyed, “You don’t understand I have to write it on my hand.”
Everyone was suddenly looking at Kavita intently, Sunita came to her rescue, “No, let me explain it you again.”
The train reached Rajiv Chowk and everyone started to walk towards the gate. Last heard when I saw the friend alighting the train “No, I have to write it on my hands. No I have to write it on my hands”.

Writing an exam can cause. Waiting for results always causes stress. Sometimes celebrations for success in examination can also cause stress.

The exams were over now and there were several group of students discussing the options of spending some quality time doing “masti”. Invariably the interesting conversation came from a group of girls and boys who were probably the toppers in their class with highest grades.
Boy says to the girls “Well now that results are out I think we should celebrate. Where would you want to go?”
One of the girl replied “Let us go for a movie and then pizza.”
Boy clearly didn’t like the idea “No, we will not go for a movie. We will go to the day pub in Saket.”
Another girl was annoyed by the idea “You know my mom was very nice to me yesterday because I scored so well in my exams. But she also knows that I drink when I go to these pubs. So she made me promise I will never drink again or go to a pub.”
Boy looked surprised “When did that happen. I remember telling your mom we go to day-discos and don’t drink.”
The girl in question was visibly upset “Vivek had sent me text messages teasing me for the cocktails I tried. You remember the one which was particularly nasty and left me dazed for hours all together. Mom saw the text in my inbox. She was very upset. Fortunately dad doesn’t know about it.”
Other passengers including were smiling by now and enjoying the conversation.
The girl who was playing on her Samsung Galaxy all this while, looked up uninterested in continuing the discussion, declared “Well if you have promised your Mom that you will not drink then you should not. We will go somewhere else.”
Boy was angry now “That is why I don’t like to hang out with girls. They are such a fuss. Don’t drink but at least come with us.”
In was in minority at the moment and had to lose out. All girls in his group shouted “No only movie and pizza!!.”

While they alighted from the metro somebody called out “Girls stay away from this guy, he will corrupt you!!!”


Sunday, 17 March 2013

Travelling with "OTHERS"



Every time I travel to a new city/country, I always check for the best possible transport options available there. If it is a country capital, I generally get the pleasure of traveling in metros. Often wondered if people visiting India/Delhi for the first would find our Metro convinient enough. Not that I have not seen tourists travelling in Metro, though its an occasional sighting. Also had a first hand experience of people staring at you when travelling with "goras". In fact, my niece was so nonchalant about the whole experience, it made me wonder if her India travel check list included "ignore stares and occasional pushovers". What amazed her was the amount of attention she was getting in this country. Well yes, you are a girl and a "gora", what else would you expect.

We were lucky for traveling on non-peak hours. So we didn't really encounter maddening rush. I had seen, in the past, people standing in a corner looking at the crowd. Their lost look made me wonder if the travel website sounded the alarms as so what can they expect while using public transport in India. Or may they were just being adventurous and landed themselves here. When you chat with these tourists they dont seem to be bothered. Mostly are surprised by the efficiency of Delhi metro system. They believe India has the capability but lacks the will to do things. Some are just happy with the system and some are surprised at the efficiency of the system.

The standards differ. Tourists from America or Europe feel India really needs to improve. They often wonder how can people survive in such a chaos. But those who come from lesser privileged countries such as African nations are happy to experience the efficient public transport system. I happened to speak with two women, who were pen-pals and had decided to visit India together. While the Australian lady had some valuable inputs on how to improve the Delhi metro. The African lady was very pleased with the existing system. It was a great experience for her. In her home country public transport is still not the best experience.

I have spoken to many tourists who are very comfortable traveling in Delhi metro.

Everyone knows Rajeev Chowk station is overcrowded at all times. There is not one time during the day when you can expect lesser crowd on stations. It was usual crowded morning. I looked out of the window the platform was brimming with people. I saw her standing there right at the back of the queue. My experience told me she would not be able to board this metro. Passengers alighting from the metro will make it impossible for her to board. Then I saw her pushing her way through. I was amazed. She was being pushed around by passengers. One girl rather frail in her appearance uttered the abusive word in Hindi. To her utter astonishment our Afro-American co-passenger understood the word. What followed was a sight of dismayed passengers unable to believe what they heard. Our lady in question was shouting on top of her lungs, “What are you doing Baba. What is the problem with you. Did you just abuse me by calling me a ‘Kallu’?. What was that you just called me?”. If space would have permitted, I would have been rolling on floor laughing. My first thought was “Serves her right, how dare she use the Hindi word to abuse someone”. The poor girl was petrified. She half expected a slap to follow those words. Her face had turned white. She was unable to speak.

What are the odds, one may ask. The Indian girl is short, thin and at a loss of words. On the other hand, our Afro-American passenger is at least six feet tall, athletic built and with stare that can almost reduce you to ashes with imaginary laser beam.

That very moment I saw my little Indian friend collapse in fear. She fainted. While other passengers scrambled to help her, the Afro-American lady pulled a face in disbelief and alighted from the metro.

Someone from general coach called out; “You can get up now. She has left the train. You are safe!”.