This morning the weather was better in Gurgaon after the rains. So I went for a walk. There was a lot on my mind and I wanted to walk it off.
The first person I came across during my walk was a janitor going to work. I stopped in front of him to greet him. And immediately caught myself. This isn't Karnataka, Maharashtra or Himachal. This is Haryana. Best not to rock the caste/class boat. So I stood there silently for a second, then walked on.
In the center of Mahabaleshwar's main market is a statue of Babasaheb. Under the statue, as is customary, his degrees are listed in a sequence.
This unique custom is not followed for other Indian leaders, some of whom were also highly educated (though no one came close to his academic achievements). Probably because, for a dalit in pre Independence India to achieve these heights was fantastic, and his scholarly achievements still give pride to all Indians, particularly the bahujans.
One afternoon as we walked past this statue, I proudly showed it to my kids. The kids had just had a round of strawberries with cream. It was raining, they had been bought new raincoats, their tummies were full, and a bit of splashing in puddles was going on. All the good stuff that makes childhood such a joy. You could say that the kids were on a sugar high.
They were amused that someone could spend so much of their life in amassing degrees. This annoyed me. Then they noticed the bar-at-law and all started laughing. "Is there a bar in the court? Do they serve drinks?" I tried to explain that the bar-at-law referred to him being a barrister, or being "before the bar(rier)" in a courtroom - an officer of the court.
The kids didn't care for my explanations and kept laughing. I contained my annoyance within myself and walked silently. Later Nilay came and gave me a hug and apologised for making fun of someone who clearly meant a lot to me.
I don't know why the incident has stayed with me. Even recalling the incident is making me emotional. And yet, isn't this exactly the kind of idol/hero worship that Ambedkar rallied against all his life. I am sure that instead of me, if it was him walking with the kids that day, he would have joined in and made fun of himself, instead of being annoyed.
We make great people even greater by putting them on a pedestal. While we continue to stay small and petty ourselves.
Price of veggie Maggi at a small rainswept shop running under a tarp, at tourist spot in Mahabaleshwar reachable only by walking for a mile along a foggy path: ₹50
Price of veggie Maggi at a swanky café inside an office block in a major city: ₹50
Beautiful blue skies with soft, cottony clouds painted shades of pearl and silver. AQI 130. If you are in Gurgaon now, step out and enjoy this once in an year marvel. It's still quite hot outside. Perhaps your workplace or home has a window with a view of the sky.
Just moments ago, I realised that when food is "battered", it isn't beaten up in the kitchen before cooking. It is in fact merely covered in batter before frying.
I always thought the cook takes the vegetables and beats them with a rolling pin or something till they are softer and easier to chew.
Just yesterday I posted Stephen Fry talking about his love for language, and disdain for linguistic nazis. Yes, spelling and grammar aren't very important, and we mustn't make fun of others. And then I saw this.
I mean, if you have access to transportation by fairy, I don't think you need to bother with the realm of mortal humans, asking questions on our primitive means of mass communication (Facebook) about our primitive means of mass transportation (ferry).
Useless time wasting people of the Internet. Do something useful for a change. Listen to my friend's video, like, share and support na. Do some good this Sunday.
Facebook keeps removing the original post, which is here: https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10156066469821010&id=651746009
The picture is hastily taken. But if you zoom in, you'll see the artist has depicted the balance between industrialisation and conservation very beautifully.