Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Junk in schools

I spent the last two days working with the management, children, teachers, and parents of a major school in Itanagar in Arunachal Pradesh. Since this was my first time to the state, in fact just my second to the region (North East India) itself, there was much I had to learn and understand about the people, the culture, parental mind-sets, etc. Pros and cons of things like Inner Line Permit (ILP) started to make more sense when sitting here, rather than when reading about it on wiki lounging in my cosy couch in Bangalore. And since the place is so cut off from the rest of the country, boys and girls were very curious to find out more about me and Bangalore. ‘Are there really super cars like Maserati in Bangaore?’ one of them asked. ‘What is your height?’ was a very common question – A 6-footer like me in this land where height is not the forte of most people, must have been an amusing sight.



One of the first things that was shocking to me, both in this school and in another school in nearby Assam, is the amount of junk food that was freely available not just outside the school campuses, but even within. Small shops set up inside school campuses sell everything from frozen ice colas to multiple varieties of chips, to 2-ltr bottles of soda (Pepsi being the favorite). Kids start coming to school at around 730 after their breakfast and go home by 230. And all they have in the interim is the junk from the canteen. The schools have been doing nothing to promote good food habits.

‘It is a recent phenomenon,’ says one administrator. ‘Started probably a decade back. In-fact many adults took to colas to avoid alcohol, so in one way this is the lesser of the two evils that they are choosing.’ He was only part joking.

‘My son will be waiting for me to go home. Soon as I reach, he will tell me he is thirsty and force me to give him some Pepsi,’ complained a parent. During the breaks, it is a common sight to see kids move around carrying small packets of Kurkure or Aalu bhujia.

When me and my friends who were visiting the school pointed this out to the management, teachers, parents, and students, they immediately acknowledged the issue. What was refreshing was the Principal’s ‘First of all I am at fault here,’ attitude. He straight away declared that he should have done more and requested the help of his teachers to make things better. One common (partial) misconception that the management had was that the parents were all of no good, that they were only interested in getting rid of their kids for the major portion of the day time and that they couldn’t care less what the school did with them.

Conversation with a few parents just before the assembly started somewhat confirmed this attitude, but not all parents were like this. One father spoke vociferously about the need for parents to not just stop pandering to their children’s wants, but also spoke of the school’s responsibility to teach them good eating habits. He also spoke of how when parents organise get-togethers the standard drink was Pepsi or Coke and connected this to the addiction that children seem to have for these drinks. The school was clearly generalising parent behaviour and therefore missing out on good opportunities to engage with the willing partners.

The students themselves didn’t really understand what was happening. They were too in the moment to see the larger picture of their health getting spoilt. But many did, on probing, admit to their inability to stay even day without having any of these foods or drinks.

The last two days were very fruitful, what with representatives from different stakeholder groups getting together and figuring out ways to improve this situation both at school and at home. Parents spoke enthusiastically of their responsibilities, students wanted to first change their own habits before they would go preach the behaviour to their friends in not only their schools but also nearby schools, teachers agreed to inculcate discussions on good eating habits in their curriculum, and the management decided to work with the canteen worker and slowly phase out junk food and replace it with healthy, tasty alternatives instead. The energy in the group was palpable and the respect that everyone showed for each other was amazing. Each group went off with a clear takeaway and there was a lot of hope in that room that afternoon.


It is not easy to change habits and culture of an entire society, but it is the responsibility of a school to not blindly tow the lines of the society but to measure it acutely, and mirror only what is reasonable. It should otherwise aim to weed out the evils and to change parental mind-sets through their children. In this school the first step has been made. Hope it gets healthier soon!

Monday, June 06, 2016

Story of the Swiss knife

“But it is my item and I want it back. So please help me out here.” I was slowly losing patience with the security check personnel who insisted on destroying the sharp object he found in my toiletry kit in my small suitcase.

You are probably thinking what a fool I am to have brought it in the first place or to not check-in that small suitcase at least.

Well, I always check-in my small suitcase. But have also always wondered why I don’t carry it with me and save some time. So on that fateful day, I was quite early to the airport (4:15 am) and decided to try it out. I checked with the Air Asia counter if small bottles of soap and shampoo were allowed. 

They were ok with it, as long as I didn’t have any sharp objects. They raised their eyebrows about my drum sticks, but were eventually confident that that would pass too. I tried to remember if there were any sharp objects and couldn’t recall any but my shaving razor which I remembered when I was waiting at the security check queue.

Google expressed reasonable confidence that most safety razors would pass. As I waited on the other side of the security belt, I eagerly studied the face of the person manning the X-ray machine as my suitcase was being scanned. His bored gazed lingered a bit longer but finally he let it through. Just as I was sighing in relief, he looked at me and said ‘There is a nail clipper in there, next to the razor.’
Shit! I had totally forgotten about it. I mentally prepared a response, but he continued. ‘But that is not the issue. What is the item between your razor and nail clipper?’

I had no clue what he was talking about. ‘May I open and check?’ As if I had a choice.

‘Yes please.’

It was a bloody swiss army knife! I had put it in there about a year back and had used it exactly twice since then. I sheepishly took it out and showed it.

He shook his head sadly and said ‘Destroy karna padega.’ (Has to be destroyed)

Though I was frustrated thinking of the time I would now be spending in going back to the check-in counter, checking the bag in, and walking through the burgeoning security queues, I had already mentally prepared myself. It was only 4:30 and my boarding was not until 5:15.

‘Ok, give it back to me, let me go back and check the luggage in.’

‘It is not that easy sir. Please go and bring an airline staff with you, and I will release the item.’

That mustn’t be hard, should it. I went down to gate #5 to see Indigo boarding their passengers but there was no Air Asia staff in sight.

I went back to the security and told him that.

‘Can’t help it sir. Your flight is at 6. I will wait till then and then…’

‘Then?’

‘Destroy karna padega.’

‘Hey you can’t do that. I want to go and check it in along with my luggage. Help me out here.’

‘Ok, sir. Go to helpdesk around the corner and talk to them. They will call Air Asia staff.’

That surely must be easy! Isn’t it? And it is too. If the helpdesk staff sat in their seats. But they weren’t there.

‘Sir the helpdesk isn’t there.’ I was back at security.

‘Then you will have to wait for Air Asia staff to come. Am afraid there is no other option.’
4:40.

I moved around frantically looking for some help somewhere when I saw a person from Airports Authority of India(AAI), moving around looking important with a walkie-talkie in hand.

‘You tell me… what do I do now?’

‘Sir, please go to that last security person, he will help you call the airline.’

I walked, not slowly anymore, towards that guy and explained.

‘Sir, please bring an Air Asia staff with you.’

‘But there are none down there.’

‘Sir, there is a helpdesk…’

‘But there is no one behind the desk to help!’

‘Sir, then am afraid you’ll have to wait. At flight take-off time, it will be destroyed’

America wouldn’t have been so zealous in destroying North Korean nukes.

‘But can’t you call them?’

‘No sir, we can’t call them from here.’

4:45.

I jog to the place where I found the AAI guy, but he was probably somewhere else looking important.

My roving eyes caught a desk behind which was another important looking security personnel by the name of Chouhan (name changed for anonymity). And along with him were two junior men.
I went and explained the issue to them.

Chouhan nodded and said in broken English. ‘I try to help you. Will do my best.’

I was at my sarcastic best then and wondered how one can do anything but his best when all he has to do is make a call to the counter below.

He nodded at one of the junior guys who then made a call post which he asked me to stand near a particular security check counter as that is where the airline staff would be entering from.

4:55. 

Every airline except Air-Asia seemed to be busy.

I went back to Chouhan who said he had already made three calls to Air Asia.

‘I am going to lose this knife. For no mistake of mine!’ I muttered.

‘Mistake is not in you, sir. It was in that toiletry bag of yours.’ He was trying to be funny I guess. Bad timing, Chouhan. I was fast losing hope. I could picture the security guy laughing evilly while destroying the knife (I couldn’t help wondering how one would go about ‘destroying’ a Swiss knife. Hammer it to pieces? Beats me!). I was determined to get it back, but didn’t know how to!

5:00.

Finally, one lady from Air Asia walked in like she was leading by a slim margin in a fast walking race. When I asked her to help me out with the suitcase check-in, she looked at her watch and determined it was too late for me to do it. When I insisted, she said her colleague who was about to come along ‘any time now’ would help me and that she had to go as she was in a hurry.

5:05.

Her colleague made a call to someone and told me that the counter was closed. I could still go and try, but that she would not be responsible if I missed the flight.

‘But I have been waiting here since 4:30 for you guys. I was much ahead of time, all you had to do was sign a piece of paper that would have enabled me to take back MY knife in MY bag, back to the counter and check-it in, and all this at MY own risk of missing the flight.’

‘Sorry sir, we had duty to attend to.’

5:08

Chouhan was still leaning back and relaxing in his chair, arms folded behind his head. I told him about what was happening and he was aghast. He leaned forward a bit and vented. ‘Being here is not their duty is it?’

He called the Air Asia lady and spoke to her and tried to circumvent process a bit, but together they discussed and dismissed a couple of options. I decided to throw in the towel, and was ready to leave.

‘But you should not leave them sir. Please call them and blast them. You wait, let me call them and give you the phone. Saala no one’s on time here nowadays.’

Before I could protest, he had the number dialled, the speaker phone on, and the phone was ringing at the other end. I really didn’t want to do this now. I didn’t even know what time they were supposed to be at the boarding counter, so what was I supposed to tell them!

5:12

Thankfully no one picked up. I told Chouhan that I was going to board the flight.

‘What? You have quit? Wait a minute,’ he asked another guy (Bahadur -  name changed for anonymity) to go with me and have a look at the item.

Ok, now this was the embarrassing bit. The Swiss knife I had was very small. Probably the size of 
Bahadur’s pinky finger. So while I walked with him to the security counter where the destroyer guy had the knife, I tried to cover up a bit.

‘It is a very small knife but has huge sentimental value, you see.’

‘Oh! I see!’ All Bahadur wanted was a peaceful morning and I wasn’t exactly the meditation centre he was hoping for.

What was even more embarrassing was that the knife was right on the security table near the guard and Bahadur kept looking around for it. I had to point it out to him. He gave me a is-this-what-you-have-been-making-me-run-around-for look and took it back to Chouhan.

5:15. 

Boarding was on. My phone buzzed. It was the wife. Messaging me to forget the knife and ensure that I caught the flight instead and that she would get me a brand new knife soon.

‘When do you come back to the airport?’ Chouhan asked inspecting the piece curiously.

‘Thursday night, sir.’

‘Bahadur, tag this item, assign a tracking number, and give it to sir.’

I could not believe my ears!

Bahadur promptly took down my boarding pass details, entered something in his diary, and asked me to collect it on Thursday from the lost and found counter.

‘Give him a tracking number too,’ Chouhan reiterated.

I got the tracking number written down on the reverse of the boarding pass.

Still surprised at what just happened I shook the man’s hand for what was the firmest handshake I could recall from memory.

‘I told you I would do my best,’ he said making me feel smaller than the knife for the sarcastic attitude I had towards that statement earlier on.

‘You did, sir and you did great! And you too Bahadur,’ and shook his hand too. Nothing great about the firmness of his handshake though.

I left a happy man. It is always a pleasure to meet people that solve problems instead of re-iterating three step SOPs (1-Find the Air-Asia staff. 2-Go to helpdesk. 3-Please wait and repeat from 1). Chouhan went out of his call of duty, he broke through red-tape, he ensured I get my knife. He did one more thing. He ensured the knife now had sentimental value. Because I consider it a gift from him.

PS: I wanted to take a selfie with him and post it on Facebook and make his deed go viral (Always wanted to see how posts go viral, maybe that is an experiment I will have for another day), but I wasn’t sure if that would get him into trouble. So I refrained! 

Friday, May 27, 2016

Building blocks of Excellence

Building blocks, looked at in isolation, these small little pieces can look insignificant, but they finally add up to the magnificent whole that is a beautiful skyscraper, a car that with twin silencers, a garden and many many more. Many a kid has longingly looked at a group of blocks and a glossy sheet of paper that shows what the blocks should become into, and wondered if there was a way to quickly put it all together.

The other day I was with my drums instructor asking him to teach me how to do comping (check out the first 22 secs of this video) and he gave me a series of exercises to work upon, all of them nowhere near sounding like what this guy does here, but would eventually add up. Let me tell you, these exercises are real boring, require a lot of patience because they are tough, and take a long time to master. But the idea is that comping can be done ONLY if I master these exercises. So it is a small, boring building block, but one that ensures the larger beautiful picture is painted.

Discipline in such small things is what makes people achieve greatness eventually. There is a constant urge, a push towards the big thing too early, that you see all around in general. What this does is, it leaves the person demotivated as the goal cant be reached without its foundations being proper. You could try day after day, hour after hour, to swim the perfect lap, but unless you spend that considerable amount of time practicing your breathing, it won't happen the way you want it to. You can't write a best-seller straight up, unless you brush up on your writing basics, spend that time tossing sheet after written sheet in the dustbin because you thought you could do lot better.

After years of lifting weights in the gym (some entirely not in the right poses, I think now, in retrospect), my back finally gave way last year. I suffered tremendous discomfort due to the herniated disc for about a fortnight, and then slowly was at least on my feet able to walk. The recovery was agonizingly painful for someone like me who likes to be out of my home playing, cycling, hitting the gym and all of that. I was advised to do one thing at a time, and not to stretch it a lot. Finally now, I am back at the gym and putting in a lot of focus on doing things the right way and not as much on how much weight I lift. But more importantly, I have started doing the one thing I always kept away from - Yoga!

I know that unless I strengthen my back all the effort I put in the gym is going to come to a naught pretty soon as I am sure to get injured. So I take the pains of getting up at 430 am at least once a week  (I should be doing more ideally) and hit the 5 am yoga class. It is tough, my body isn't very flexible, getting up so early is not my cuppa, but I tell myself that unless I do it, I won't achieve my related goals in life.

So figure out those foundation blocks that are unique to the things you want to excel in in your life, and work on them. It is painful, it can be irritating at times, and ironically, might even seem like they are standing in your way of achieving your goal faster as you are spending so much time on these foundation blocks, but every minute spent is only going to take you closer to excellence. 

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Of ketchups and sports stores...

One evening, my five-year old son (Siddarth) pointed out to a Ketchup bottle and told me proudly that he and paati (grandmother) bought it at a store that day. In a burst of fatherly inspiration (the kinds that helps us folk get away fairly unscathed despite having kids), I asked...

'Do you know that Israel has banned tomato ketchups?'

He gave me a puzzled look that said 'why the hell would anyone do THAT?' but lack of vocabulary made him shorten it to a simple 'Why??'

'Cos it does not have tomatoes'.

'But it has tomatoes dad. It is TOMATO ketchup.'

'I know, son. But they feel it has more chemicals than tomatoes.'

'Oh!'

A pause. I went on setting the dinner table.

'But India has not banned it. Why?'

'Because, the Indian government feels that many kids here want tomato ketchup and so they would not be able to ban it here.'

'Really?'

'Yes, so if kids keep asking their parents for tomato ketchup everytime they go to a store, then it would never be banned and all kids in India would grow up eating chemicals.'

'Dad, we should also stop?'

'That is up to you Sid. I wont interfere. If you want to stop, you should tell mom.'

'I am going to tell Mom to stop buying it.'

'That is going to help a lot, Sid. Then slowly other kids will also want to stop, so if the government sees that tomato ketchups don't go away from the shelves at all then they are going to want to stop the wastage, and hence stop production.'

Then he realized what he had signed up for. So he quickly asked 'What about that other ketchup that doesn't come in a bottle but is in a pack instead?'

I knew he didn't want to give up on ketchup.

'You could get ketchup from Nisarga (a local organic store) instead.'

'Nisarga? Why?'

'Cos chemicals would not be much in those ketchups and it might just be real tomatoes.'

'Oh yes! I am going to tell mom to buy only from Nisarga'

Cut to an hour later, when Niel (his mom) walks in from work.

'Mom, come here, come here.' He drags her to the ketchup bottle and says, 'Don't buy this from now on. It has chemicals.'

Niel gives him and me a puzzled look and says 'ok....?'

'Let us buy it from...' he pauses. 'Decathlon!' he says emphatically. Decathlon is a popular sports store.

Niel goes 'Are you sure? Decathlon doesn't sell ketchups.'

'It does mom, dad told me just now.'

Niel looked at me and all I could do was roll my eyes.

Yet another interesting chapter in the book of parenthood!