Wednesday 10 October 2007

Curacao

Who-ever had heard about a country named Curacao ? Atleast I didn't till I was almost there. This is a wonderful island country which is a Dutch colony and is part of a stretch of 5 islands called 'Netherlands Antilles' : just off the nothern coast of Venezuela. It is one of the three islands called the 'ABC of the Caribbean' (the other two neighbouring islands being 'Aruba' and 'Bonaire').


How does one relax...enjoy.....relish beaches? Well......by staying in one of these Caribbean Islands is my response. The weather here is almost the same all round the year - the beaches offer plenty of activity whether for swimmers or walkers, observers or the more action-oriented folks.


My own take away from the fortnight stay I had here was that I learnt basics of swimming here and managed to float in the sea.....and later practised at the pool and can swim for a couple of metres! Spent a couple of evenings at the Shopping streets of Punda - and couldn't help observe that a majority of them are run by Indian community (from Gujarat and Maharashtra) - just like on Osu Market at Accra, Ghana.


Had run into one Mr. Shenoy at the pleasant Hindu Temple of Curacao. He works for 'New India Assurance Co Ltd' and has been posted here for the last 4 years. Came to know that New India Assurance is No.4 in Insurance market in Curacao! Poke me with a cone ice-cream : well I never knew our India' Insurance business was so successful outside India as well!



Links to Films on Curacao -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jsIMwKXi-Aw

http://www.curacao.com/TheCuracaoDifference/AnInsidersTour.aspx


Cherished memories...

I am not sure if everyone has this yearning of having that 'been there-done that' feeling. Possibly it requires being 'sick' for a while to get this feeling ? Anyway - for me it had been a long-felt feeling of mine (sic - congenital ?) which became a conscious one when I was bed-ridden for a few months with a broken leg. And the re-read of 'The English patient' only helped seal the yearning. In this state I realised - one can only recall and relish the memoirs, regret the cancelled adventures, wonder and be glad at the same time on the apparently foolishly risky trips made........The past is like a dream - only it is true and with yourself as a protagonist.

But come on - what does truth mean? Remember the quote from 'God of small things' wherein the younger one tells the Mom - 'Mom I got a dream that I was eating lots of icecreams....it's true Mom they tasted so good......they were really big and very tasty Mom.....I really ate them Mom'. Not the same words I am sure....but I hope you get the idea. So who is to deny this child the pleasure of retaining the memory of 'really' having eaten those wonderful icecreams.....whether the meomory is from reality or a dream........As it is said - isn't reality just another dream (was it the 'Matrix'.....or was it 'The Gita'....or is it a generic drawl) ? Possibly this is what Hypnotism is all about....making one believe of events that did not happen by etching them onto the memory-disk by repetitive strokes?

Anyway my intention was not to get into the esoteric sciences. It was only to inject the drive to go out there and 'experience' life so that they are etched onto the grey-cells which may be cherished at an apparently much low-key physically challenged life at a later stage when one can only get into reveries. Would strongly recommend this book 'The English Patient' and the movie of the same title - for better insights into this aspect of 'Been There - Done That'.

What follows is the best way of summarising such memories......and this Keats poem got distilled even through some fat heads like mine only thanks to the efforts of our wonderful English Teacher Mrs Jayawardhane who had moulded our tiny hearts (cannot remember any specifics now.....only a feeling of a strange charm and wonder) so as to appreciate the beauty of the written word:

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing

Here are some of my most cherished memories....what are yours?
Nature:
* Being on top of really cold and windy mountains (Busteni, Romania and Auli/Joshimath on the Himalayas immediately spring to mind)
* Sunsets in the centre of a desert - mesmerizing view with you at the centre of a golden-brown disk having a huge Orange ball sinking at the horizon ('Sum' at Jaisalmer about sums up the feeling - or is it just Agoramania ?)
* Swimming with the turtles, dolphins and hundreds of shoals of fish. A good swim leaves a great feeling of well-being : quite comparable to the moment of great pleasure after a solid run, a rigorous exercise in some sport, a decent workout followed by a Sauna and a Steam-bath interspersed with a couple of lemon drinks !
* Skiing all day - on the snow-laden slopes with crisp air and a warm shining sun in the blue sky with some white clouds scudding along once in a while - all the while drinking in the beauty of nature. Hurling down scary steeps of snow-clad slopes while skiing - day or night, both are unique experiences
* Long walks among trees/gardens/wide-open-spaces/streets......it is something gives me a feeling of oneness with nature and makes me whole

Human:
* Movies: Watching action movies in dolby theatres....else even a good Sony with a DVD Player would do :-)
* Food n drinks: Hyderabadi Biryani ofcourse and many rounds of Irani Chai with chota samosa and osmania biscuits
* Deep Reading: and rereading each page....nay each line....nay each word of books like 'Thus Spake Zorathustra' and relish the taste better with each read - much like the quoted bee overladen with honey. Some other memorable reads were those of Ayn Rand, Fyodor Dostoevsky
* Fast reading: Tucking into some warm snacks under a cosy blanket during cold winters with eyes locked onto an Alistair Mcclean novel or a PG Woodhouse or a TinTin/Asterix-Obelix
* Playing marbles all day : even though losing streaks are generally the ones that I recall - though do recall a few occasions of overflowing marble-banks !
* Going places: Visiting different places.....absorbing and indulging in their sights, sounds and magic
* Space - The Final Frontier: Wondering about the Stars....the Universe....the speed of light....time.....To go where no man has gone before....and the amazing stories of scientific endeavours that unravel the marvel of the eternal romance of the mystery that shrouds us each night. Been a while since I lost the sense of wonder thanks to a 'professional lifestyle' and our 'neon-light cities' where star-gaze is neigh impossible. Had recently woken up to that wonderful feeling with the read of 'The Fabric of the Cosmos'

Saturday 30 June 2007

Becoming a Father....

Becoming a Father....hmm, I have a sense of Deja vu. Ofcourse this is our second kid, but I was not referring to that.


The feeling is more innate. It is very much the same as the one I have on the job.....on the critical 'Go-Live' stages of our Bank projects especially when we are faced with the final conversion. This last mile of the marathon brings out the best of all of our team members as we go through the throes of the birth of the new Banking system that would transform the Bank to 'Go-Live' on 'Production'. As one of our clients from the 'Ring of Fire' (read 'Indonesia') put it : 'Once you have gone through fire - you are ready to fight it for-ever'.


It is at this critical stage that I am generally rendered virtually helpless as I watch my technical colleague struggle with the code/tools to address the humongous un-foreseen/un-simulated problems that keep arising. During these long hours - the only solace I offer are really environmental like offering services for fetching some food/drinks......or with some wise anecdotes/banter which might cheer a toiling and wearied soul.....or put on a stupid smirk on my face which I hope would be seen as a sign of encouragement for them. It is at this stage that I begin to wonder about my luck for having found such a wonderful partner......and the realisation that nothing can really compensate this pain and efforts my partners endure....and it is at this stage I begin to wonder about my own position and about my near ineffective situation. Inability to contribute in such critical situations is I guess the worst part of life....it is not like you just jump in and 'deliver' the stuff.


The labor pains of this last stage of 'Go-Live' is essentially the critical aspect of the whole project and indeed is the culmination of the efforts till then.


Once the critical phase is over though - there are all round applauses and cheers. The night-outs that follow for the eventual nursing and teething issues are a cake walk compared to the fire that we had gone through.


With the Mission acomplished:   'We proudly look back at our accomplishments and live happily ever after..........'

Wednesday 20 June 2007

Arbeit Macht Frei ( Work Sets You Free )

Ironically, we had been to this historic spot in Poland on a rare weekend when we could extricate ourselves from from work. And we were put face-to-face with this: “Auschwitz”, the largest Nazi Concentration and death camp – now an universally recognized symbol of Genocide.


“Arbeit Macht Frei ”: This was the slogan that greeted more than 1.5 million victims at the gates of the concentration camp – many of whom were murdered en-masse in this hell. Crimes unprecedented in human history were committed here and none before had inspired such multifaceted and extensive reflection upon the morality of mankind.


The gallows of the slave coasts in Africa are indeed grim reminders of the cravenness of the Western Nations and mankind in general. But the ghettos of Auschwitz camp just jolt up the conscious and unconscious souls of ours and make us take a hard look at our very understanding of civilization and human nature.


The Nazi policy of expansion and extermination was rooted not only in a desire to achieve political domination of Europe and the world, but in plans for affecting wide-ranging demographic changes. Hitler had ordered the ‘final solution’ to the Jewish question. The extermination centers existing then would not suffice for activity on such a large scale. The German forces occupying Poland during World War II, established in May 27, 1940 on the orders of Heinrich Himmler a concentration camp at Auschwitz - chosen for its suitable location in terms of transportation and because the area could be easily isolated and concealed. The Jews were considered the eternal enemies of the German nation and were to be extirpated. The Fuhrer believed that if they were unable to destroy the biological forces of Judaism, then the Jews would one day destroy the German Nation.


The Nazis tried to confer the character of punishment for violations of camp discipline upon executions at the camps. This was mainly by shooting point-blank (in full view of the rest of the prisoners) at the back of the head of the subject, who was made to undress as well for the ceremony ! This was the economic and effectively ruthless German way of enforcing discipline among the prisoners.


Hunger, coupled with physical exhaustion was the basic method of extermination at the concentration camps. Other factors related to poor living conditions (clothing & hygiene) increased the prisoners ‘ death toll. Many of the prisoners were also used as guinea-pigs for horrendous medical experiments. This method was in contrast to the one employed at the “Extermination Centers” where the victims were murdered immediately upon arrival.


After arriving at the camp, the people were divided into two groups – men, on the one hand, and women and children, on the other. After this, in both the groups only those deemed fit for work would be selected and given camp clothes, registered in the camp records, tattooed with camp numbers, and subsequently employed at the camp for their slow death. The others ( based on statistics, around 80 % of the arrivals ) were sent to gas chambers for being murdered and cremated. The five crematoria here were capable of burning 4,756 corpses a day ! After an experimental gassing there in September 1941 of 850 malnourished and ill prisoners, mass murder became a daily routine. By mid 1942, mass gassing of Jews using Zyklon-B began at Auschwitz, where extermination was conducted on an industrial scale with some estimates running as high as three million persons eventually killed through gassing, starvation, disease, shooting, and burning ...


All that is left at the camp today though are only the photographs of thousands of victims, tales of heroic efforts of many of them, distressing and untold miseries of the lives that were snubbed here, the facilities themselves with all their horrifying detail and the gas chambers with the thousands of souls whose gasps for a breath of oxygen still echo round the place……………through the expressions of shock and disbelief from the visitors!


The memoir on stone tablets says in various languages:


“Forever let this place be a cry of despair and a warning to humanity, where the Nazis murdered about one and a half million men, women and children, mainly Jews from various countries of Europe” ---- Auschwitz and Birkenau, 1940-1945


The evil symbolized by Auschwitz neither began when the gates for the camp opened nor ended when the last crematoria were shut down. Prejudice and discrimination can still lead to mass murder. But, the revolting feeling from Auschwitz comes because of the realization that mankind is capable of genocide on such a mass, industrialized and bureaucratized scale! Yes…………..that is akin to the present day lingo: “State Sponsored Terrorism”.


Thus the Auschwitz experience paints the backdrop of a sickness in the human spirit………….and looking at the recent events back home in India – we could not help having a feeling of deja-vu. What’s more, there even seems more than just a tinge of approval from the state to the violent acts being perpetrated. This should hit us hard - especially so, when we in India are on the high pedestal of having demonstrated to the world the power of the other extreme of ‘hatred’ that Auschwitz represents: “PEACE”. And, with the glory of having as the Father of our Nation, a man who with his simplicity had wrested freedom from the fists of the most powerful Nation by moving the emotion of this entire country, many of whom are still on the lookout for the next meal !


The rising fanatics in our backyard are only cousins of the fascists of yester era - objects of abject abhorrence today. For sympathizers of these and those changing history (Sic) as it should be recorded / studied / taught, here is a warning:


“The one who does not remember history is bound to live through it again” - George Santayana



Sources:

a) Details at the Auschwitz – Birkenau Concentration Camps / Museum

b) Auschwitz : Nazi Death Camp, Second Edition, The Auschwitz – Birkanau State Museum and Douglas Selvag


PS:
Article originally written during the period of   '2002 Gujarat Violence '