September 19, 2007
To start is like the millions of things that we as humans do, but personal findings suggest that the fuel is very expensive and of scarce availability to continue.
And one just cant start writing. No writers' block, it is the start. Trying tricks, not one but many, yet he falters in his attempts, wondering at the ingenuity of those who churn out a thousand references in their single lifetimes, all so very mystical -this job of writing, of quality writing. It is similar to scorning a housewife for doing negligent work but failing abysmally as you start doing it yourself, similar is the tryst with writing. A sputtering old diesel engine would do better.. We are on and then off and then on again, yet never fully running to full capacity.
Budding writers are all sputtering, ramshacled engines. Nowehere to go, nothing to do, nothing in sight and nothing feels right.
September 15, 2007
In being there and attending a conference that is the centrepiece of the beekeeping world, I met interesting people who are working on an idea that they believe is great. And I tended to believe them too. For it is the small things that add upto the larger schemes of income generation and sustainalble livelihoods. There was a senses of bonhomie that effectively layered the presence of animosity that may exist between players, this bonhomie was something to be proud of, for in not many occupations - a large number of people will come together and support one another.
The congress started with a bang, I must admit. There was song and dance and a show of the fire making skills of the aboriginals (Yarras???) who had traditionally lived in these parts of Victoria state in Southern Australia. That was spell binding and though it finished fast, it remain etched on my memory as the men had come out releasing sound from the didgerdoos and clicking their boomerangs together. The procedure of making fire amidst a lot of supernaturalism was spell binding. Other performers came too and the ones that stood out were the choir girls and a guy who lives out of whipping the world, that was new and the sound reminded me of the times when India had a lot of whippers and shakers. The lunch at Jasmine that morning was also special for we ate at the main Melbourne boulevard with the yarra flowing past.
Day 2 and we were at the stall, mostly I was at the stall for there were limited options for me to attend lectures which do not fall in the remotest concern of my work, though I tried and attended a number of lectures to ascertain the quality of presnters and innovation in their stage skills.
September 7, 2007
Had a thought that may not be earth shattering in its nature nor worth a nobel, but change as we see it, as Indians see it is unique in its own way. How has the nation- state changed over the past few years and how much more it can change in the coming years? First and without precedent is that fact that I am sitting in Chennai international airport waiting to take a flight out to Melbourne. Melbourne is more than 4000 km away from my house in Kanerimukku but today and by tomorrow it will be under my feet and ho… why change that arises out of working to bring about change. I am a change maker and I work to bring about revolutions in the minds of me and others. Now, suddenly, I have been swamped by change myself. The excitement to go to Melbourne is low but that fact that I am making a trip such as this shocks me. The change maker that I am, many people like me could not have attempted such a trip in their lives because of simple financial compulsions and because of their inability to leverage their good work with well meaning institutions that could fund a trip like this. Change makers have come of age and are being recognized for their worth and seeing many of them in Melbourne will not surprise in the bit. How many of us in Indian and other communities had to prove themselves to others but could not avail many changes. Well, time changes and though making a trip is costing somebody’s exchequer, I need to be wise not to extract more. Extract less as that is a virtue, for many persevere to extract more… always.
The second and aspect to strike me this evening is that fact that Chennai airport tells a story. The façade is one of architectural rigidity that was followed in the early decades of India’s independence, in as much there being the continuity of pillar design and the general overall burecrated approach to high fashion. Well, it did seem very suitable for those and for when India was a nation that needed to look everywhere before laying its anchors, infact this russianistic design speaks of our dependence upon that particular country for things real and imaginary. I, myself would have been looking around in awe if I had come here 15 years earlier… would have been too young to register one tube from another then.. but that is another matter.
The entrance to the airport is marked by a slightly strange but effective modern application that gives that appearance of entering a car wash. As we enter, the similarity of design and the ostentation of material use give rise to an image of a rich monolith. But, not bad, never bad, it was the way of the world during those days. And, this seems to change now…. Even Chennai will follow the footsteps of newly developing airports like Delhi and Mumbai. What is striking though, is the presence of so many first time travelers, not within India but internationally, many of whom are carrying their little packets of home cooked food… Change is constant