Less Biscuits, More Mouths.

Less Biscuits, More Mouths.

While jogging at the beach this morning, I saw this interesting sight. A guy with a bag of what appeared to be Parle-G biscuits was feeding some stray dogs. As I jogged a few steps further, I saw two more parties appear at the scene. The crows and a kid. I did not want to stop and make the good man conscious, so I passed by but I could notice he was probably pulling out some biscuits out of the bag for what appeared to be a hungry kid. I guess he may not have bothered or rationed for the crows as they are anyway widely seen as scavengers. 

A moment later, I pondered what would he have done if he had limited resources at hand. What if he had just a handful of biscuits but quite a few dogs, the kid & the crows as potential consumers? No, in no way am I comparing the plight of the kid with that of the dogs and the crows. What if he had a pack of 5 biscuits but 8 dogs, the kid & the crows wanted to get some of it? Would he pick one to feed or would he pick two (or all three parties) and spread out what was available in a proportion that he deemed to be fit. And what if it was someone else in his place in the same situation?

I guess we all face similar challenges in our personal and professional lives. Resources ( Time, Money, Energy, Promotion Slots, Positions, Budgets etc.) are often limited and we need to spread them across multiple things/people that require them. Some at the exact same time. Some might (figuratively speaking) pick the kid and give him everything ( if they feel the kid needs it the most) , some might still want to give it all to the dogs (for whom the resources were originally meant), some might spilt it between the kid and the dogs, some might give it to just selected ( and not all ) dogs and yet others might also feed the crows ( after all, some of us consider them as our ancestors and feel good if a crow comes to feed from us).

None of the above ( and more such ) options are probably "wrong". The distribution of limited resources will always depend heavily on the mindset and goal of the entity ( a single person or a group ) wanting to distribute it and, hence, there will always be three perceptions that will be formed no matter what methodology/thought is used to distribute the resources. One set will feel they were short changed and got none/less of it, one set will be grateful and feel that they got the resources, probably because they deserved it and one set will be indifferent to the outcome. 

Biscuits are always limited. Allocate them judiciously if you are an entity. Cut the entity some slack if you were expecting to be a recipient.

Fazlani Nature Park Review

Fazlani Nature's Nest is a beautiful 68 acre property and one of the best we've been to as a family so far, situated outside of the city limits between Lonavla/Pune (place called Vadgaon), in a calm and serene set up.

Things to look forward to if you plan to visit:

1. Unique check-in where the staff comes to the couch you are seated on and you don't need to go to the desk.

2. Golf cart & bicycles for movement within the property.

3. A beautiful lake at one end of the property with benches (and a machan) to sit on for a nice peaceful time.

4. A horse stable where you can feed and ride the horses.

5. A goat milking activity.

6. A flora tour (we missed it so can't share much).

7. An agro tour where they have a large variety of fruits and vegetables being grown.

8. An open bird park where ducks, turkeys, pheasants and other birds move around you. They also have more caged birds in various parts of the property. 

9. A bullock cart ride.

10. A nice trek through nature, ending at a nice point on the lakeside.

11. A school and hostel on the campus for kids adopted by the founders and a hobby centre in it for kids who visit ( pottery, glass painting etc). 

12. Bonfire at night.

13. The restaurant focuses on health. Good food but with less salt and sugar. Jaggery provided as an option for tea etc.

14. The rooms were clean and decent. We took the base option. 

15. Staff is very helpful and courteous.

16. Kids play area/game zone.

Cons (which arent that bad):

1. Just 1 restaurant and a tad bit expensive. Since it's a cut off property, you cannot go out for food. The food taste needs work for sure.

2. All activities end by 6 pm. So post 6 pm you can just chill at the property.

3. A con for some but not all - the property is a no gutkha/smoke/alcohol place. They even make you sign a declaration to abide by it.

4. They don't accept Diners Black Credit Card.

5. Erm...not too cheap. But it is worth spending the amount on a night for sure! Definitely peanuts compared to the joy that your kid experiences!

A must visit place for couples and families. Our  7 year old daughter just could not control her excitement for the 27 hours we spent at this heavenly property.

...and then I heard that sound... that dreaded sound...

...and then I heard that sound... that dreaded sound that one always wishes they had not heard. The sound of a cloth getting torn... I knew the pants bought from a local vendor weren't well stitched and it wasn't just a small tear. It was a huuge tear, right between my legs.

Everyone has brilliant memories of their honeymoon and so do we. But there is an embarrassing memory as well. Embarrassing for me, amusing for the wife. 

It was February 2012, and after a mesmerizing island hopping tour at Langkawi, Malaysia, we got off from the boat and I heard the dreaded sound and I froze. Somehow, I managed to walk like a duck till our car, but we had a few more activities (including a para sail) to be done near the local market. The wife had a good laugh when I told her about what had happened. But her amusement did not end there. We reached the market and I realized there was no way I could get out of the car now. Luckily the wife had carried a towel along & so I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out, looking for a store that would sell me a new pair. While the others around in the market (Pantai Cenang I guess was the name) gave me the look and the wife couldn't stop giggling, I walked with swag to show that the wrapped towel was nothing unusual, and as if it was by plan. I was trying to play the cool tourist walking around in a towel. Somehow, we managed to find an apparel store and I was able to get out of my misery.

Puchho Zara Puchho

Scene (yesterday): Booking a hotel.

Wife: "Ask xyz, I think there is a 30% discount available".

Me: "Nope, I checked the net, no such deal".

Wife: "What's the harm in asking him?".

Me: "But why? I checked. I am sure. Let it be".

Result: There was a way to get a 30% discount which I got to know from xyz post the booking.

Loss: Money.

Scene (today): Trying to search for a misplaced object.

Mom: Ask the wife, she might have kept it.

Me: No way, she wouldn't touch it.

Mom: Just in case she  picked it and kept it somewhere?

Me: No, doesn't make sense, why will she!

Result: After wasting some time, I called my wife as a last resort and she mentioned she had kept it safely in the cabinet.

Loss: Time, Energy.

Scene (has been happening for the last 10 years): Trying to find the right way while driving.

They: Let's ask someone.

Me: No, I know the way.

They: I think we are lost, let's ask a local guy.

Me: Not needed, I'll figure.

They: What's the harm in asking?

Me: Relax, let me manage!

Result: Most of the time I end up asking at a later point or if I don't, we often land up at the place after a lot of struggle.

Loss: Time, Fuel (money), Peace 

Something that I (and probably many like me) need to still learn. It requires us to bring about a behavioural change. It's okay to ask. Asking doesn't always make us look needy/bad. Most of the time we don't ask due to silly inhibitions/egos (very true for most men, I believe, when we are driving and are struggling with directions).

This is one reason I always use Google Maps (in a way, I ask the app to help me) everytime I use my car - even if it is on my usual route to work or back from work. Coz I know the Google Maps lady is kind enough to keep nudging me with directions and better routes after assessing the traffic ahead.

Ask. It doesn't cost anything usually. You might actually get what you needed and might end up saving on money/time/anxiety/energy. The worst outcome - you won't get what you were looking for.

"Sheba is finally back at the beach!..."

"Sheba is finally back at the beach!..."

...exclaimed Neha, absolutely overjoyed! 

So around 2 weeks back, the authorities shut the Juhu beach 24x7 to arrest the spread of Covid. It was a bit of a setback for most of us who went to the beach in the mornings to stay fit, but I reckon the government has to make decisions that are in the best interest of the citizens. A couple of days later, I messaged Neha ( if you have read my post around Sheba, the three legged dog, I had mentioned her then - link to the post in comments) to ask her if she could notify me if and when she came to know that the beach had reopened. I used to see Neha & Sheba daily morning so I knew if the beach reopened, they'd be the first to know.

"Sure, I will let you know. I hope it opens up soon, Sheba is struggling a lot" she said, sounding distressed. Sheba is a 13 year old dog and is an amputee. She also suffers from arthritis & a spinal disease. Due to these conditions, she can only walk on soft sand and not on hard surfaces. The beach shut-down had stopped her walks and exercises and that was worsening her mental and physical wellbeing, Neha told me.

Yesterday evening, I again checked with Neha if the beach had reopened. While I got to know it is still shut, Neha was ecstatic to share that Sheba had got a permission from the police to walk on the beach! "How??" I asked her, intrigued. "I had heard that ACP Sudhir Kudalkar is an ardent animal lover & so I approached him with Sheba's predicament. He immediately connected me to Senior Police Inspector Sudhakar Shirsat at Juhu police station who very kindly gave permission to take Sheba to the beach so she can get her exercise therapy" she added, excitedly, like a little girl who had just found her long lost favorite doll back.

While I still wait for the beach to be thrown open to the general public so that people like me can resume their daily morning routines (especially all the wonderful senior citizens who are seen doing their fitness regime daily morning), the news that one of us, Sheba ( probably the grittiest of the morning visitors at the beach) was atleast able to get back to the beach was lovely to hear. She probably is one of those who needed the beach back the most and thanks to the compassionate police officers and her mom Neha's persistence, she finally got back the access to the beach before us all.

Thank you ACP Sudhir Kudalkar, Inspector Sudhakar Shirsat and Mumbai police for your big heart and love for our animals.

With deepest gratitude from Neha & her beautiful warrior Sheba! 

P.S.: As mentioned in my previous post, Neha is not present on any social media and hence I am unable tag her.

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"Moti, thoda sharbat daalna zara..."

 

"Moti, thoda sharbat daalna zara..." ["Moti, pour some more flavored water..."]

....we'd always say, passing a request under the viel of an instruction.

Back in the 90s, the ice gola walas were a common sight, mostly in the afternoons. 25 paise for a small gola, 50 paise for a big one and a whopping 1 rupee for a glass/chammach gola! For those not well versed with the term, the image shown might help. So if we were lucky enough to get any of these amounts from the parents on a day we spot Moti ( the golawala in our area ), we'd be able to treat ourselves to a gola (pretty similar to ice candies, which were the next best, hygienic option).

In most vacations, we'd go to a playground nearby to play cricket and that was the best market for all golawalas. After some hours of cricket, dehydrated kids would invariably go to them on their way home to quench their thirst with a gola or a sharbat. But you couldn't just buy a gola, pay him and savour it on your way home! Not immediately atleast. The idea was to get a bang for your buck!

So you first take your gola and start sucking the sharbat quickly, while waiting next to his cart. After a few moments, you do the same with all your might, till the gola turns nearly white, devoid of any sharbat. And then you shove the gola in front of Moti, demanding that the sharbat be replenished (for free, obviously). Moti would graciously pour some, without protest, as if the extra pour was part of the package. Some of us sometimes pushed our luck and asked for a repour even after that and based on Moti's mood at that moment, we'd get another pour or a piece of his mind.

Few years back I again spotted Moti pushing his cart. Age had clearly caught up with him but his sharbat bottles were still as vibrant & colorful as always. I approached him and asked him if he remembered me. Unfortunately he had no memory of me. After some small talk I asked him how he felt about our requests (for extra sharbat) and how he never declined it for the first refill... all I got in response from Moti was a hearty laugh, as he continued moving his cart.

Perhaps I too could start pouring some extra sharbat while I push my cart through the journey of life, I pondered, as I heard Moti ring his bell at a distance, enticing prospective customers to suck at something that would bring them joy....

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"Papa, please don't forget to water my plant daily..."

 

"Papa, please don't forget to water my plant daily..."

...reminded my 7 yo daughter over the phone.

The school gave a project to grow a plant & report the progress. While it's been my wish to be able to grow some vegetables at home, have not been able to do it. So I was all excited too when the assignment came. On Saturday I tried to find which plant grows the quickest (we had to report progress from day 5 onwards) but was clueless. Eventually we went to the nursery to buy a pot & soil & asked the guy there. He suggested we go with mung.

Saturday night we soaked some mung & Sunday morning we did what was instructed by the teachers. 1) Fill half pot with soil 2) Sprinkle the seeds 3) Top it off with more soil 4) Water daily. Day 1 was done.

Day 2 I saw one of the mung seeds trying to escape! So I pushed it back in & we watered it.

Day 3 I saw some soil was displaced. We had patted the soil well yet some of it moved. The kid had to go to her granny's place so before going she gave me an important responsibility - "water & look after the plant till I am back."

Day 4 I could see some signs of a plant sprouting up, but I was concerned to see that that the soil was all over the place! As if someone had tried to dig the soil out! We have cats in the society. Since a month, we have seen one of them climb up & move in the grills. I was sure this was the cat's mischief! I quickly got some soil, added it to the pot & patted it. The sprouts that were trying to come out got buried but I was sure they would grow better with more soil.

Day 5 the sprouts had sprung up a bit again but once again the soil was displaced! The cat was at it again! But this time I decided to just water it. Clicked a snap & sent it to the kid to show the day 5 progress (day 5 was to be documented).

Day 6 (today) I wake up & see this wonderful sight. Cute little greenshoots have sprung up. The soil was further displaced. I quickly took a snap and proudly reported the progress to my 7 yo boss.

It was only then it struck me that it wasn't the cat after all! From the day we planted the seeds, it was the plant that was trying to find its way out. The green shoots could not shoot out unless it displaced the finely patted soil. These tiny beings that look so feeble & vulnerable, actually have so much strength to break out of the soil, displace it & take the first steps towards growth. It is really quite incredible how they find their way out, inspite of the heavy layer of soil covering them.

Such is life. Starts off with a tiny, vulnerable form. Pushes through layers of darkness only to finally witness light. This not just applies to the 9 month journey when we take birth, but probably applies everytime we start fresh with anything - a new school, new skill, new job, new project or something that needs us to start from scratch - from the seed stage, as we prepare to displace the soil covering us to grow out & prosper in the bright sunlight.

My sincere apologies to the cat.

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