Problems and Wishes
Sunday, October 26th, 2008Those days Amma used to make sweets, murukku, kara sev at home for Deepavali. Then came the Sri Krishna Sweets Mysorepa phenomenon. Two days back, I got a mail from my employer stating that I could collect Diwali sweets at 4th floor. The crowd on display would rival the crowd I’ve seen in Coimbatore ‘Chinathamani’ for crackers. I took it easy and decided to go for the sweets in the afternoon. The crowd had gone as expected. But what was unexpected was the size of the sweet box. It should easily exceed 2.5kgs, from Haldirams. I had several challenges now. The first was logistics. I already had my hands full with my lunch box, office machine, scribble pads, now this sweet box to be accommodated in a single bag. The second was consumption. I am not a sweet buff. Amma is n’t either. I immediately thought of our maid servant, watchman, apartment friends as potential targets.
I had another shocker when I returned to my seat. This time the mail was from my client, who is also distributing Diwali sweets. For once, there was a problem of abundance. They could’ve given the sweets to some place where people would really need it and appreciate it. Why such pampering to some folks who earn as much as IT pros?
As I was wondering came my colleague, ‘Mama, namba client sweet box size parthiya?
Me: ‘Yen idhai vida perisa?’
He: “Illai da, rembo chinnadhu.. cha at least idhey size irukkum nu nenachen..
Me: ‘Yen veedu pakkam edhuna side business poda poriya’
He: ‘Illada, veetla ellarum sweet saapidanum la?… Ippo velila vera vanganum!’
I guess his family is as big as Bharatha Vilas. What this means is that there are no easy, universally accepted solutions, even for sweet problems.
And for sure no problem has ever been solved by ‘Manidha Sangili’ on Mount road except maybe that of parliamentary election. Since someone had solved one part of that problem by sending telegrams to the Prime Minister, this is another attempt to consolidate that result and bring the matter to a logical conclusion.
Last week, I was talking to my friend about the Kashmir situation.
“Imsai nga.. Arundhati Roy article padicheengala? Pesama Kashmir ku freedom kudutha dhaan enna..Evlo loss twenty years ah…Namba oore vandaam gravanuku edhuku selavu seyyanum..Ellam namba kaasu “
He,”Adhu epdi… Idhai kudutha nalaiku Punjab venumbaan,..Hyderabad venumbaan”
“Ippove North east sila areas, Jammu vuku mela ellam map la dhaan irukku…”
He,“Ippo problem ellathukum solution irukanum nu edhavadhu irukka..? Ellam iruka dhaan seyyum….Idhellam eppadiyum prachnai dhaan.. irundhaalum prachnai kuduthaalum prachnai..indha prachnai laam solve agama irukakradhu dhaan neraya peruku aadhayam…”
Its kinda irony that people never talk of Tiananmen square nowadays. The end was relatively swift and brutal. Everybody had forgotten it. The developed nations have certainly forgotten it.
A problem should be treated like a dead body – either burn it, or bury it or preserve it like in a Pyramid. But what our governments do is akin to the aghories’ methods – they neither burn it, nor bury it, nor preserve it, but cut and consume it, piece by piece, bone by bone, as and when they feel hungry. No wonder we have epidemics.
Even as I am consuming Murukku, haldiram sweets, Someone is holding worthless currencies numbering several hundred thousand dollars in Zimbabwe, someone is getting killed in Sri Lanka, Yasin Mallik is put in jail in Kashmir, someone is planning for the forthcoming election in Mount Road, and I despite wishing all these were resolved, continue to live my life and celebrate a festival.
Wish you a Happy and safe Deepavali!




