Sunday, August 21, 2011

Big is Better and More Beautiful

Recently, there was a report in TOI that Starbucks has introduced a 916 ml coffee cup. Until now, coffee retailer Starbucks offered 3 sizes: ‘tall’, ‘grande’ and ‘venti’. The coffee giant is adding a new size, which will hold more than the contents of a normally full human stomach. The new ‘trenta’ size will hold 31 ounces, or 916 ml of select Starbucks beverages, and will top the current largest offering (‘venti’) by 7 oz. To put this in perspective, the average capacity of a human stomach is 900 ml. The quantity is much more than a 750ml bottle of beer.

A report states that over the past few decades, portion sizes of everything from muffins to sandwiches have grown considerably in America. In a matter of 20 years, two slices of Pizza has gone up from 500 to 850 calories, coffee from 45 to 400 cal, popcorn from 270 to 630, bagel 140 to 350, cheese burgers from 390 to 590. To top it all, when McDonald’s first started in 1955, its only hamburger weighed around 1.6 ounces; now, the largest hamburger patty weighs 8 ounces, an increase of500percent.


Consumerism has entered all facets of American life forcing the people to eat more, buy more and spend more. The disease is not just restricted to food alone; bigger cars, larger houses with no relation to the number of occupants are some of the examples of over consumption. It is reported, ‘The marketing industry is forcing children to grow up quickly. Industry research reveals that children 11 and older don't consider themselves children anymore. The Toy Manufacturers of America have changed their target market from birth to 14, to birth to ten years of age’. Similarly, ‘By treating pre-adolescents as independent, mature consumers, marketers have been very successful in removing the gatekeepers (parents) from the picture—leaving them vulnerable to potentially unhealthy messages about body image, sexuality, relationships and violence.’

At 246 pounds per capita (carcass weight), people in the United States and Hungary are the largest consumers of meat, followed by those in Australia (234 pounds) and Canada and Belgium-Luxembourg (201 pounds).USA represents 5% of the world's population, yet it consumes over 30% of its resources. Over consumption of energy, oil and other natural resources are well documented.

In his books 'The Waste Makers and The Hidden Persuaders', Vance Packard, the late journalist and social critic, suggested that Americans have been seduced and manipulated by corporations and businesses into becoming ‘wasteful, debt-ridden, permanently discontented individuals’ through the weapon of choice - too much choice -this is after all, a country which offers 400 kinds of breakfast cereal!! Manufacturers and advertisers have managed to seduce and persuade consumers to buy things they don't need and don't know they want. This including bringing in the ‘two-of- everything’ syndrome, from cars to refrigerators to television, often because it came in an upgraded version or new colour or design. Soon obsolescence, including planned or manipulated obsolescence (such as advancing the use-by date on perfectly good and usable food, medicine, and other goods) became the ‘in’ thing in persuading people to throw things out. A ‘death date’ was built into products so that they wore out quickly and needed to be replaced. By manipulating the public into mindless consumerism, Packard believed corporations made Americans ‘more wasteful, imprudent, and carefree in our consuming habits’, thus using up natural resources at an alarming rate.


While the US consumes 24% of the world's energy, the average American is said to use as much energy as 13 Chinese, 31 Indians and 128 Bangladeshis.








In all this, where is India headed? As regards consumption, we are yet to catch up with the West. No doubt, we have registered an increase in per capita consumption in various sectors in the last 20 to 30 years –but it relates primarily to our population acquiring minimum purchasing capacity for survival. Today a large number of Indian populations can afford to buy - cycles, hawaii chappals, battery torches, tooth paste, tooth brush, fans, watches, clothes etc.


Fortunately there is a ‘thread of thrift’ running in the Indian DNA. Somewhere along the evolution chain we have developed a habit of ‘making do’ with whatever we have. This spirit of adjustment has manifested itself in more ways than one. One look at our food assures us that we will not go the American way.


Masala Dosa has remained the same size – 8 to 9 inches in dia for almost 40 years – if at all, the dia may have reduced in some hotels. MTR now serves mini dosas in their thalis. Even our idli and vada has remained the same. I cannot imagine eating an idli which is five times bigger than its present size. Tea and coffee continue to be served in 120 to 140 ml size standard ‘lota’ (cup) – in fact in Bangalore we have a unique way of serving coffee – ‘one by two’ meaning one cup of coffee divided into two servings and served to two people. The term ‘one by two’ is a USP of Bangalore. Instead of increasing our consumption, we have gone around and decreased, by introducing – Mini Thalis, Plate Meals and Executive Lunches - less strain on the pocket and the stomach too.


If rice is left over, we make ‘chitra anna’ (lemon Rice) the next morning or mix it with water and have ‘kanji’ or add it to idli batter to get better texture and so on. Left over and dried bread slices are cut and made into ‘Bread Uppit’ – a remarkably tasty dish for breakfast. Nothing is wasted – refrigerator is manna from heaven for Indians – store and eat later on. Sour curd is used to make ‘majjige huli” (curd curry) with vegetables or for making ‘rava idli’ and in uppit to provide additional zing. The list is endless. In some cuisines even the inner part of the outer skin of fresh peas is used to make a tasty vegetable dish.


The other day both my Bata hawaii chappals’ strap got cut. My American cousin would have rushed to the shop and bought two new pairs. I also ran, but to a shoe repair chap and got the strap stitched – they are working fine. My washing machine is 11 years old and performing well – why go in for a newer model, which can talk, walk, sing, and dance? Talking about washing machines – all the old semi automatic washing machines are used to churn curd to extract butter in many parts of Delhi and Punjab. I find discarding good electronic computers and software, just because they have become obsolete or been overtaken by obsolescence, is a criminal act. Courtesy Mr Bill Gates and the like – it’s the ‘in’ thing today to discard and embrace new technology mindlessly. Cell phones are an excellent example of use and throw. I squeeze toothpaste and shaving cream tubes till my fingers pain or use a ball pen to sqeeze out every bit to ensure no finished product is ever wasted. Newspapers are re-used for vegetable waste collection, plastic bottles are used over and over again from storing food to growing money plants to pen holders for the kid’s room, banana leaves are used for all festivals and functions involving the feeding of larger numbers- the list is endless. The teachers in my wife’s school use old used notebooks as scrap books in which they stick important new paper cuttings that they want to share with the class. If Pepsi cans are bought at all, they are later used to collect coins in. Old perfume bottles are kept in the drawer containing ‘unmentionables’ in order to give them what’s left of their fragrance. Mugs with broken handles are used as pencil holders. I have started a campaign to make Jal Vayu Vihar Association into a paperless office.


The Tata group has recently started a budget hotel chain ‘Ginger’ which gives the basic minimum with no frills. The rooms are small, clean and having only the bare essentials. It’s a welcome change from the very opulent and exorbitantly priced five star hotels. Similarly their small car ‘Nano’ – an ideal car for Indian conditions- ‘small is savvy’.


Enrico Fabian is a German-born, Delhi-based photographer whose work is on display at the India Habitat Center. Fabian spent three months in 2008 working alongside the NGO Chintan documenting the daily life of the Kabariwala, a general term used for people in India who collect and sell recyclable materials. Some of his findings are truly astonishing and an eye opener to many. He notes” Recycling is done to make money by low-level Kabariwalas who sift through dirt, food and shit to collect plastic bottles, paper, glass, and metal”. According to Fabian, there are about 1,50,000 Kabaris total in Delhi alone who recycle about 59% of the city’s waste to support themselves and their families. Further, landfill trash- pickers collect what street-level trash-pickers miss. Over a million people in India earn their livelihood through waste recycling.


At the heart of Mumbai city - surrounded by posh, luxurious skyscrapers - is Asia's largest slum, Dharavi. It spreads over 525 acres (212 hectares) and is home to more than a million people. Recycling is one of the slum's biggest industries. Thousands of tonnes of scrap plastic, metal, paper, cotton, soap and glass revolve through Dharavi each day. Roughly 6,000 tonnes of rubbish produced each day by a swelling Mumbai continues to sustain an estimated 30,000 rag pickers, including many residents of Dharavi. The slum is also host to some 400 recycling units. Walking through Dharavi, home to an estimated 15,000 single room factories, it is difficult to find anything that is not recycled here. A new estimate by economists of the output of the slum is as impressive as it seems improbable: £700m a year.









Figure 1 Dharavi Plastic Recycling Scene


Western analysts link recycling to poverty – I am not very sure. Recycling is intrinsic to us and we need to not only continue but cherish this very valuable social habit. The danger lies in our children becoming wasteful and our industry using more packaging than is required, forsaking the environment for good looking products on super market shelves.


Hope and pray that the Indian corporate sector does not blindly follow the Americans in encouraging people to over consume and disguise chicanery as a marketing gimmick.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

A Rustic Day Out With Our Grand Children

Picnics are a great way of bonding with children. There is something elemental about any outdoor activity. Picnics give all of us an opportunity to embrace nature and bask in the glory of god’s creation. Jai and I planned a picnic with our granddaughter Samara and her very dear cousin Isha. The plan was to take them out of the house and spend a day in the rustic country side – far away from the city, its noise, crowd, cement and pollution. They were told to bring their food in Tiffin box, along with water bottle, napkin, a pair of sun glasses, hat, umbrella and a change of clothes – just in case they get wet in the rain. The girls were really excited and followed the instructions to the T. They pestered their parents and got all the items packed and ready the previous night. On our part – we carried two chairs, ground sheet, cushions, a simple lunch consisting – idly, Puliyogare (Tamarind Rice) and curd Rice, potato chips, soft drinks and other knick knacks like plates ,spoons, napkins etc. Ooops I almost forgot - ice box and restorative potion.


The original plan was to visit Thippagondanahalli Reservoir, also known as T G Halli Dam or Chamarajsagar, located at the confluence of the Arkavathy River and Kumudavathi River, 35 km west of Bangalore. After a lovely drive on the NICE Road and a very well maintained SH 85 – Magadi Road, we reached the dam area by 1200 noon. We could not go inside due to security restrictions. However, we selected a spot under a huge banyan tree and established our outdoor camp. Our driver Suresh helped us bring all the things from the car and set up the picnic.




Figure 1 – View from the Picnic Spot




Figure 2 - The ambiance "not for a million bucks"





Figure 3 - The spot from a distance




Figure 4 - Children at ease



Figure 5 - Collecting fire wood





Figure 6 - With Suresh


Best part about this kind of picnic, is its simplicity. No planning, booking, payment, check in and out and the usual rigmarole. All that one has to do is to drive out of the city in any direction and choose a quiet and clean place – preferably with a view and settle down. Make sure you have an able bodied person like Suresh with you - just in case some monkeys decide to join your picnic. All of a sudden, as if from nowhere, a hoard of monkeys descended on us. We, very politely gave away a packet of chips and biscuit. While they were busy enjoying the fare, we made a hasty retreat into the car. A pack of strays joined us post haste and chased away our ancestral cousins.


Figure 7- The proverbial three monkeys

We shifted our camp site little further away and continued picnicking. Jai read some stories, went for a walk, saw some wild flowers, talked to the locals and finally lit a camp fire. All in all the outdoor experience was great fun - ‘Bang for the Buck’. It was something very different and out of the ordinary for the children.





Figure 8- Story reading session




Figure 9 - A walk in the wilderness





Figure 10- Interacting with the locals




Figure 11 - Finally a bit of fire





Figure 12 - Photo op with the children





Figure 13 - Very well maintained Magadi Road - SH 85


We finally packed up the camp by 1600 hours – not before dispensing a bit of ‘gyan’ –from the book ‘Cheaper by the Dozen’ – wherein the author lays stress on leaving the camp site garbage free, no litter and so on. I strongly recommend readers of my blog to read this delightful novel. Time and Motion Study started with the producer of 12 children – Mr Frank Bunker Gilbreth.


A day well spent – great value for money.


Try it out.


Monday, August 15, 2011

Post Card, Inland Letter, Notes to E - Mails and SMSs


Sixty years back all matters related to life were through post cards or through an inland letter. Arrival of a new born, announcement of a marriage, an intended programme, visits, routine exchange of information and so on. Telegrams were mostly reserved to announce the passing away of an aged relative or friend. Very few owned telephones and its use was very restricted.


In those days, letter writing was an art. I still remember a distant relative – Mr Nagaraj who was famous for writing all his love letters on a scented paper with a quill. I am told he had a way with words and his handwriting conquered many hearts. For some unknown reason he remained a bachelor all his life. If he had got married, his letter writing would probably have come to a complete stop.


My MIL used to receive long letters running into several pages from her sister– How are you? We are all doing well here. How is the weather in Mumbai? It’s raining in Bangalore. We went and saw Mughal e Azam. Have you seen it? All the children are studying well; I hope it’s the same with you and would continue using the same format of Q & A for several more pages. I am told she never wasted a single bit of paper- she would write all over it – horizontally, vertically and diagonally. On the other hand my MIL wrote the cutest and shortest letters. One such letter to my son said it all “study hard or else – lots of love – yours aggi”.


People had all the time and patience in the world to sit and write long letters to their near and dear ones.


In the early sixties, having a girl friend in South Bangalore was very rare. I had made friends with a girl who wrote a very short and sweet letter to me, whilst I was attending a NCC camp in Mangalore. I was the happiest boy on earth and carried a permanent smile on my face. When I returned, I went and promptly thanked her for writing. She shook the very ground under my feet violently when she said “What letter?” and quickly walked away. Disappointed and grim faced, I returned to my gang to narrate the sad story. They were in splits as GR Mallesh, my neighbour (who went on to become an ace pilot in the IAF) owned up to the gag.


I went to the Services Selection Board (SSB) in Meerut in 1966 and got selected for the navy. I came back home and waited for my letter to join the NDA. Days passed into weeks and there was no news of the joining instructions. Every morning at 10 a.m., I used to stand near the gate and eagerly wait for Mr Narayana Swamy the post man. Our conversation was short and simple – ‘Any letters?’ I would ask and he would just shake his head sideways, indicating a big ‘NO’. Then one day, to my utter delight, he nodded his head up and down, with as great an excitement as mine.


During my courting days, I once wrote a letter to Jai which had only three immortal words – (Hic, Hic, Hic? – thank the Lord not) “I love you – I love you” written several times all over the inland letter. It was accidently opened by her mother and to make things more complicated, her strict father wanted to know what I had written. Poor MIL had to make up the contents of the letter on the spot (with her famous letter writing prowess, it was not easy) - which went as follows –“I am fine – how are you, it’s raining here – what about there? I saw a movie – Have you seen any? and on and on she went, till interrupted by FIL who is supposed to have said ‘How dreadfully boring – what is wrong with this young boy?’.


Within months of marriage I went off to the USSR leaving behind my LOH who was by then 5 months pregnant. The only way we could keep in touch with each other was through letters. The ‘monkey mail’ in Phantom comics, probably took less time to reach its destination than our mail. Jai addressed her letters to ‘Naval Headquarters, New Delhi’. The letters would then be put in a diplomatic bag and handed over to the Ministry of External Affairs. They would send it by air to the Indian Embassy in Moscow. After sorting out the mail meant for the Riga detachment, it would reach us almost a month later. A ship mate of mine Sashi Khera who was also newly married, used to receive an extraordinarily large number of letters – much to the dismay of others like me. Prem Suthan, a bachelor, was at the other end of the spectrum and received no letters at all.


When I was posted in Port Harcourt, Nigeria in early Dec 1986,I received a letter from my father, which was written almost a month earlier in November. The letter was very unusual – it advised me on how to maintain a good relationship with my only sibling, how the property was to be shared, deepest regards to my wife and the grand children – it had certain finality about it. As I sat reading the letter and wondering what prompted him to write in such a tone and tenor – I received a telephone call informing me that my father was extremely serious. The next morning, he passed away. Premonition, I guess.


When children grew up and reached adolescence, communication did pose a problem. Children were young and at an impressionable age. In the early nineties, I used to travel a lot on work and at times it was very difficult to sit and talk with the children. Timings used to clash and it became increasingly difficult to find a common time patch. The art of letter writing was fading out fast. I then devised a method wherein I used to post messages on the fridge for the children to read and hopefully follow. I have preserved these posts all these years. The children themselves have now become responsible parents and I thought it was time to make the posts public. The stickers reflect the anxieties of parents at that time. Television seems to have been ‘Enemy Number ONE’. 20 years later when I hear my children telling their children that their quota of TV for the day is over, I feel relieved. Some examples of the notes I used to stick on the fridge are given below:-

-*-

IN 12TH YOU HAVE TO DO BETTER

CAUSE IT’S YOUR BREAD AND BUTTER

PUSTAK KHOLDE

TV, TELEPHONE BUND KARDE

NAHI TO DANDA

FOR MY MUNDA


-*-


I HOPE THE MESSAGE IS LOUD AND CLEAR

MV

DOES NOT LIKE

TV

(MV meaning me)

-*-
 
WHEN ASKED WHAT DO YOU THINK OF

TV

MJ SAID

IT’S

‘DANGEROUS’

-*-

CUT THE CABLE

IT’S THE

RIGHT CHOICE

BABY

-*-

HOW DID JC ENSURE ALL HIS DISCIPLES ATE

ON THE DINING TABLE FOR THE LAST SUPPER ?

SIMPLE -

THERE WAS NO

TV!


-*-


I HAVE A BIWI

WHO SAYS NO TV

HOW ABOUT METRO

SHE SNAPS BUS KARO

WHY NOT BBC

SHE BARKS YOU GO AND SEE

WHY NOT STAR

SHE YELLS I WILL GO BAHAR

WHAT ABOUT ZEE

SHE SAYS HANJEE

IT’S CHEE CHEE

WHAT ABOUT DOOR DARSHAN

NAHI APKA DARSHAN

-*-

FAMOUS SAYINGS OF THE 20TH CENTURY


CHANGE THE CHANNEL

PUT IT ON

DON’T SWITCH OFF

INCREASE VOLUME

-*-

GIVE TV A BREAK THEY ALSO HAVE A LIFE”

BY

I .M. ELEC – TRONIX

-*-

There were other concerns too

LOVE IS

PRESERVING THE ONLY CHOCOLATE

FOR

YOUR KID SISTER

-*-

LOVE IS

PROMISING NOT TO EAT

ICE CREAM

WHEN YOUR BROTHER HAS

A COLD

-*-

NEXT BEST TO MODELLING CLOTHES

FOLDING CLOTHES

BY

I.M. COTTON

-*-

FINISHED HOME WORK?

START WITH HOUSE WORK

~ ANON

-*-

MY DEAR YOUR FEET

SHOULD BE NEAT

CHAPPAL SHOULD BE WORN

SOLE NOT TO BE TORN

THIS GENERATION, GIRLS SAY IT’S INFRA DIG

WEARING IT, THEY DO NOT CARE A FIG

IF YOU SAY NOT

YOUR FEET WILL ROT

I WILL NOT LEAVE YOU ALONE

CAUSE YOU WILL CRY WITH PAIN IN YOUR BONE

PLEASE WEAR FOOT REST

OR I WILL PROTEST

-*-

FEVER APPROVED BY ALL PARENTS, ADULTS AND DOCS ----

EXAM FEVER

-*-

IS THERE ANY LIFE AFTER SCHOOL?

YES,

NIGHT SCHOOL

-*-

I enjoyed this sticker war - a totally different way of letter writing and communication. After my retirement, I did a short stint in the merchant navy, which kept me away from the family for long durations. Letter writing once again came to my rescue. I used to write long and detailed letters from sea. Jai has preserved all the letters which I wrote from sea – they make extremely interesting reading – reflecting the thoughts and concerns of the moment.

With the arrival of E mails and SMS – the art of writing letters has taken a back seat. Letters of yesteryears represented a way of life – full of leisure, details, desire to share information, concern and expression of emotions. Whereas E mails and SMS convey sense of urgency, brevity, curtness and a sharp under tone of ‘that much and no more’. A pity, as they are deleted after reading and hence will never be looked at ten, fifteen years down the line with a nostalgic sigh, taking you back to the moments in time that you had practically forgotten.

GM, how r u imbc TC LOL CU (: