Sunday, April 20, 2008

Sunday Sundry

What comes to your mind when one says: “art exhibition”? People, champagne in hand, staring at canvass smeared with color that makes you think the artist might have plagiarized your child’s accidents with water colors, new age or classical music playing in the background? Women wearing expensive jewelry, perfumes, hair color air kissing? Or men wearing suits and wives stepping out of their dirty big German cars talking, in weird accents, about means to combat climate change? Something elitist?

Well, pictures like these would definitely flash across my mind. Not that I am against the whole elitist cliché associated with art exhibitions – I enjoy it myself at times. So, once I went to a much hyped about art (performing arts) event with a couple of colleagues of mine. I was thinking of wearing my cool blazer and leather boots, but decided against it when one of my colleagues said that she believed in art for the masses and was just gonna wear her jeans, t-shirt and flip-flops.

Today I happened to be at Jehangir Art Gallery, looking at some modern art. When you think “modern art” one would think only the elite who’d understand (or at least pretend so) what’s on show and dare to venture. But much to my pleasant surprise, the gallery was chock-a-bloc with people one might condescendingly categorize as “lower middle-class”. True, there were times that the curators had to ask the visitors not to touch the artifacts, but then it was a delight to see these people appreciating what most of the “upper middle-class” might grudgingly call elite modern fart. My activist colleague would have been proud.

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King’s Circle garden is one of the few densely green parks left in Bombay, with many tall, lush green trees. One of these trees, if I am not mistaken, has stood there for around to t
wo centuries. It is a lovely Peepal – most Hindus revere a Peepal tree as holy. The amazing part about this park is that it is actually a traffic island on an arterial Bombay road with hundreds of thousands of cars driving around its circumference on a daily basis. Inspite of the manic traffic around it, it always remains calm and peaceful inside itself. The mere sight of this park, while one is waiting for the traffic light to turn green, is soothing to the senses. Hundreds of people throng this park everyday. Correction: hundreds of people thronged this park, until last week. Today I was riding back home, admiring the lovely park, only to find the people missing. I enquired to find that the MMRDA is gonna construct a flyover over the park. Sixteen trees will be axed tomorrow to make way for the flyover. The Peepal tree too, amongst those sentenced.

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My dad just told me of a report on NDTV today. It is supposed to have said that the river Ganga might cease to exist by the year 2030. Apparently, about eight square kilometers of the mouth of the river has dried up in the past one year. The corresponding figure, the report is supposed to have said, was four square kilometers for the previous year. It is mind numbing to imagine the impact it could have, if the Ganga were really to dry up! And Al Gore will tell us that the possibility is nothing less that an inconvenient truth.

One name however, immediately crossed my mind – a gentleman by the name of Mahesh Chandar Mehta (or as many law students would know: Mr. M.C.Mehta). I told my dad, knowing how naïve it was to say it, “M.C.Mehta wouldn’t let this happen”. “What will M. C. Mehta be able to do all by himself”, my dad questioned. It was only once my dad asked that question that I could really understand what the man has done for the country so far.

Almost single handedly, with a little cooperation from the Justices of the Supreme Court, Mr. Mehta has successfully fought many an environmental battle over the past two and a half decades. A few prominent cases amongst are the CNG case, the Ganga Pollution case, the Taj Trapezium Case, the Oleum gas leak case… you could ask any law student and one would give you a seemingly endless list. That is what Mehta has been able to do, all by himself. And what’s more? Mehtaji’s integrity has never, in a mission lasting over a quarter of a century, been questioned and he hasn’t been shot dead!

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Easter Greetings


Hope it has been a great Easter weekend for you guys. It surely has been a good one for us here in India. In fact, it has been more than just good for us. India, quite infamously has very many holidays as we have very many Gods! But alas, Bombay being Bombay, isn't quite always as fortunate. However, this Easter weekend has been a nice long one for us and that is a real rarity in our city, which races with time with steel wheels on iron tracks.

This year the Gods seem to have come together and smiled upon us - we've had four consecutive holidays – Thursday was Id-e-Milad, Friday was Good Friday, Saturday was Holi (Bombay mostly works on Saturdays as well), and then today – Easter. So, it has been a great mini vacation for us!

Hope you too have had a ball of a time.

Cheers!

Saturday, February 23, 2008

some blah

There is a marked difference between being sound at something and being good at something, isn’t there? And at times one may confuse the former as not only being good, but maybe also being great at something! The founder member of the firm I work with calls it the MBA syndrome – MBA for ‘Mane Baddhu Avdeche’ (Gujrati for “I know everything).

My mentor always tells me that there are no shortcuts in any practice when I used to get hassled, everytime that I could not find something instantaneously. He always told me that the legal practice is a lot about knowledge which comes with a lot of experience that one gathers along a rather long and circuitous journey and that one must enjoy every moment of this journey. Because there are no shorcuts.


I guess that is why they call professions “practice”. Its all about practice – like cycling – one needs to internalize the balance before one can do what seem like gravity defying stunts. After all its all about balance, which comes with practice, doesn't it?