glanir bhavati bharata
abhyutthaanam adharmasya
tadaatmanam srjamy aham

15th of August 2010 we celebrate the 63rd Independence day. The generation who saw this country get the independence on 15th August 1947 are leaving behind memories of the day. With days passing by we may end up with no one from the generation physically there to explain it. But before that why should there be someone to explain it, After all a country is not about just one generation.
The independence day is a special day for us. It is the day when India emerged as a Geo-political entity. A country had to be built from its roots [I write this with the information I have read/heard from books/people which/who have recorded/witnessed the day]. If a country had to be built, then it must not have existed before. If that is the case then what was India before? What were its roots?
In today's world, by birth we belong to one country or the other. This is one decision which we have to accept whether we like it or not. Each individual (human being) on this earth has an objective (right/wrong) for his life with exceptions where people spend their entire life searching for the objective. Considering the population our country has, and the amount of objectives the confused minds in it create, it is really a hard mathematical problem to get a set of common objectives (although not impossible). In this case is there any chance to think about a common objective for the country? If “YES” Who should fix such an objective for the country? If “NO”, then as responsible citizens where are we expecting the country to move forward?
A precursor for any individual who is fixing an objective for his life, is to get inspired about it. For e.g. if the objective of my life is to become a very good engineer then such a thought should have come to my mind only because something that inspired me to become an engineer. That something can be anything like “I read an inspirational story about an engineer”, “Some one from the family is an engineer who has got fame/name/money”, “Watched a movie about an engineer who changed the world” etc. Inspiration comes as we acquire experience and information from numerous sources (parents, teachers, books, friends etc) through out our life.
Now, how does a country get inspiration to decide its objective. When I say the country gets inspiration, it means how do people in the country get inspired for the country and decide a road map for its progress. Such an inspiration for the country can be got only by speaking of its rich history and culture which has been the foundation of what we are enjoying now. A land with such a background has produced men and women the world would never forget. We being the modern citizens of the country should always remember that and feel blessed to have taken birth in this land. An environment that nurtures dynamic heroes of the future should be cultivated by us. We should teach everyone about the rich history of the country and how each individual has a crucial role in determining the road map for the country. Together we should all work together to fight the diseases plaguing the country like corruption, population, civic sense, illiteracy, poverty etc. and for the betterment of education system, civic sense, governance, disaster management etc.
It is a memorable day (15th August) as some of us think, but should we celebrate it like yet another weekend or should we brainstorm and discuss ideas which we can implement to lay a road for the colorful future of the country again to remembered for its rich past and culture some 500 years from now.
Many eminent people have started contributing in this direction significantly. I have started my very minute and negligible contribution through Education Informal with the support of my parents, family and friends. My life is complete if I can work with many such people to create a bright and colorful future for the country.
It was in July 2008, the train whistled and moved forward making it’s usual rattling sound. Although this wasn’t unusual for the train, it was for me. I woke up and the light from the Sun was just trying to explain me they were the last rays which visited the east a few minutes back, they are the first rays waking you up… I just peeped out of the window. My eyes focusing on something that it had never seen before, still focusing on it and feeling amused by the dream which it had presented to the mind. A yellow board went past, the train slowed down and the rattling sound became more dispersed… I suddenly woke up and came out of the compartment; just to make sure what I saw till now was just a dream.
I just leaped back… The train had just reached the Chilka lake station en route to
Please read the English translation of this [here].
It was exactly an year back the November Sky had peeped to see the Rocket Boys of Bangalore launch their rocket. If you wondering what i am saying, then probably you should read my previous post here.
It has been an amazing year for us as well as for the rocket. We were thinking about various modifications which we could try out. We are planning to have a better parachute which facilitates a soft landing. We have been thinking about mounting some devices aboard the rocket which can be used for experimentation.
But the most important deal our rocket has won is it has attracted so many young students. Recently we had addressed a group of students near Marathhalli, Bangalore. They were amused and excited about the project. The most wonderful thing was parents also attended the session and they in fact requested us to carry out the science sessions periodically. What better way do you need to celebrate the anniversary of the rocket launch.
Some of the photos of our session with the kids
I am talking about my grand father J Shivananda Shastry. He was a versatile person and to be frank I have never seen any person of his decade who could possibly be so active and energetic at that age. I feel truly blessed to have grown under him. It was last year when he expired at the age of 96. I am writing this article in his remembrance.
Till today I feel proud to be his grand son and I cherish the joyful moments I had with him. He was a doctor by profession. He had served so many patients across many villages through out his career. By the time I was born he had retired from his government duties and he had a clinic in Aimangala (on NH4 near Chitradurga) where he was treating his patients. Daily he used to commute in a bicycle. Even today I am amused at the energy he had because I feel so exhausted and tired when I go to office daily in a bus.
During my school days I had Sanskrit as part of my curriculum. It was difficult for me to absorb the subject. I used to take his help to translate the Sanskrit text to Kannada/English so that I can understand. He was the only person in house who had knowledge of Sanskrit. As he had practiced Ayurveda he was well versed in the subject and he used to help me out. He was a regular visitor to the City Central Library in Jayanagar 5th block. He used read a lot of books and the most amusing thing is he used to complete any book within a couple of days. At last it so happened that there were no new books in the library which he had not read. I feel sometimes very much encouraged to read books like him, but somehow laziness creeps in and it takes almost couple of months to complete one book and then I feel I need some rest before picking the next book.
He was a very good cook and when my mother was not there he used to take full responsibility of preparing food. I used to assist him even though my assistance was of little help to him. There were days when he had prepared lunch and got it packed for my school. Even at the age of 90 he never gave up is cooking. Whenever he got an opportunity he not only cooked for himself but he also cooked for me and of course he prepared delicious and healthy food. One thing I must remember about him is his ability to balance his eating habits whenever he fell ill. He used to recover very soon just by managing his eating habits. He used to suggest the same to all his patients.
He used to narrate me stories of some of the cases which he attended as a doctor. Once a villager was pierced by a bullock and his intestine had come out. My grand father being the only doctor in the village had to treat him (well if it was in Bangalore the doctor would have asked the patient to come to hospital/clinic and then would have asked for verification from police in order to ensure that it was not a murder… and at last would have hollowed our pockets). With a lot of courage he had put back the intestine and told him that he had somehow stitched the ruptured intestine and gave him some medicines which would heal the wound. My grand father had lost all the hope he had about the patient being alive after the operation. To his surprise after one year the same villager came and thanked my grand father because he was alive only because of him. Can you imagine the kind of satisfaction one would have got by saving a life?
When I was doing by Engineering in Computer Science, I had to do a lot of projects as part of my curriculum. One of the projects which I was doing was a real time simulation of the stars in the sky. I and my friend were trying to simulate the movement of Moon and we found it difficult. As my grand father was following the status of the project he came to know about the difficulty we faced. He had learnt about the mathematics behind almanac when he was young. In the almanac, some mathematical formulae are used to track the movement of moon. After so many years he had forgotten the mathematical logic behind it. It is indeed acceptable at his age because I often tend to forget things at this age!. He was rather not happy about not solving the problem and so he had not slept one full night because he was thinking what the solution to the problem was.
I used to discuss with him about what is internet, programming… He used to get amused by the technological development. He often used to ask fundamental questions which were difficult to answer, not because it was difficult to explain to him but we ourselves didn’t know the fundamentals well. He always used to question us about the status of our projects and he used to wonder why these guys take so many days to complete a single project. I really didn’t know how to put our efforts in a way he could understand. But through out my education although he didn’t teach me or preach me, he made me learn by myself. I realize the importance of it now.
I had many more wonderful moments which I am unable to script it here because they were so elaborate that I probably should write a book or I found it difficult to put it in words. I hope not only me, but anyone who has come across him would probably find it difficult to write about him.