Friday, September 14, 2012

Flash back 15 years

17th September 1997 was the day when I first came to Hyderabad. An appointment letter from the World Health Organization and a suitcase in hand, I boarded the Indian Airlines flight from Chennai and reached Begumpet. Took the ambassador cab which had to be pushed by couple of others to start, only to reach the nearest petrol station where the cabbie filled all of 1.652 litres of petrol just enough to get me to Koti. It took me 2 hours to reach, since Lord Ganesh was getting his customary annual immersion and the poor soul from Pondicherry was not aware of this practice.

Anyways checked into Hotel Siddartha at Koti. Have to mention that the reception guy asked me strange questions and the bell boy gave me stranger looks. It appeared that this was the first time a young (pretty)woman checked into this hotel all by herself and probably stayed all by herself for a whole week! Ahhh…I felt like a non-pregnant Vidya Balan in Kahaani, on a mission. Technically I was on a mission too - a mission to eradicate Polio. I was given 14 districts … entire Telangana and Vizag,Vizianagaram, Srikakulam, East and West Godavari. My job?...Well .. was to set up a surveillance system for reporting cases of paralysis among children. That’s how things work. We had to have a full proof system to establish that all cases were reported. If we only trusted our Indian Govt officials and politicians to do this, we would eradicated Polio ages back… at least on paper.

Now back to the first day in office. I had to report at the Commissionerate of Family Welfare at Koti, I took the manual rickshaw (where one has to almost squat …these things are now extinct) from the hotel at 8.45 am. Reached the office at 9.00am, only to find no one there. It was a scene out of Will Smith’s ‘ I am legend’… eerie..humanless and yes there was a dog. After almost an hour there appeared some one who looked like an officer, but later I came to know he was the attender but as good as a officer, since he did most things in that office. The cleaning lady came in at 10.30 and brought out at least 50 cigarette butts from no where. The rest of the govt. guys came in between 10.45- 11.am. I introduced myself. Then at 11.30 almost everyone disappeared ... no.. not in the ordering of reporting for work ... they disappeared all at once. It was apparently the GREAT HYDERABADI TEA BREAK. Anyways I introduced myself again after the tea break. Clearly I was not welcome there since I did not know Hindi, Urdu or Telugu ... neither did I smoke nor like Irani chai.

But the next few months changed it all. A hefty salary with perks, a 540 mm Mahindra jeep, a laptop, pager, mobile and most importantly the access to control nearly 30 lakhs for training all the govt doctors works like magic. Felt powerful driving the non-power steering jeep and felt important being the second person to carry the laptop to the govt meetings, after Mr Chandrababu Naidu. Btw, both these helped to me build my biceps … yepp those days, laptops weighed 5 kgs… and I was only 45 kgs then :-( 

The next few years saw me travel to the cities, towns, districts, mandals and villages. Stayed at hotels with room tariff of Rs 100- Rs10,000/ night. There were hotels with beauty parlors, some without and one low-budget hotel in a town in Adilabad district where the door bell rang at 6.am. I opened the door and saw this middle aged, strict looking man with a bag in hand and a scowl on his face. He introduced himself  ’ Main Barber hoon, shaving karna kya?’.  Don't know who was more shocked ... me or he when he realized I was the sole occupant of the room!

I can go on and on, but you guys would get bored. So I am cutting the long story short. I thoroughly enjoyed my work in this state. People are very warm and loving here. Never thought that I would settle here permanently but I did . Andhra Pradesh not only gave me a new life ... it gave a partner as well! 

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Where do Jewellery come from?

In a recent party, one of our good friends told a joke on where jewellery comes from… and it is not the jewellery store. That where we buy it…here we are talking about where the money for the jewellery comes from. I cannot possibly put that one on this blog, so here’s an equivalent

An older, white haired man walked into a jewellery store one Friday evening with a beautiful young gal at his side. He told the jeweller he was looking for a special ring for his girlfriend. The jeweller looked through his stock and brought out a $5,000 ring and showed it to him. The old man said, "I don't think you understand, I want something very special." Then the jeweler went to his special stock and brought another ring over. "Here's a stunning ring at only $40,000," the jeweller said. The young lady's eyes sparkled and her whole body trembled with excitement.

The old man seeing this said, "We'll take it." The jeweller asked how payment would be made and the old man stated, by check. " I know you need to make sure my check is good, so I'll write it now and you can call the bank Monday to verify the funds and I'll pick the ring up Monday afternoon," he said.

Monday morning, a very Pissed-off jeweller phoned the old man. "There's no money in that account."
"I know", said the old man, "but can you imagine the weekend I had?"

Traditionally in Indian families, it is a gift from parents during the marriage. Subsequently it is from the husband depending on many variables like how much he loves her, how well she pleases him or whether he is having an extra marital affair. Of course, there are instances where women like me buy their own jewellery. Heard somewhere that jewelry is the only thing that can take a women’s mind off wrinkles.

Indian women love gold. This is a widely known fact. Last week the People Daily Online, the official online newspaper of the communist Party of China carried an article wherein it said and I quote “In India it will be impolite if women go out without any jewellery. Among all kinds of jewellery Indians prefer gold. Indians have black skin and wearing gold jewelry can highlight this feature  The thing I hate about this statement was commenting on Indian skin color in a derogatory kind of way….and the part I loved about the statement was not differentiating between North Indians and South Indians. Take note, my beloved North Indian friends, the world sees all of us Indians as dark, dusky and may be even dirty!!

Gold is just not for vanity. It also serves as an investment. A housewife could easily buy and just as easily convert it to cash. Now for some gold digging into the past. Veterans skip this part… this is for my young and new gold buyers. This list shows the trend of gold price per 10 gms in India over the last few decades... res ipsa loquitur !

1930 - Rs 18
1940 - Rs 36
1950 - Rs 99
1960 - Rs.111
1970 - Rs 184
1980 - Rs 1330
1990 - Rs 3200
2000 - Rs 4400
2010 - Rs 15000
2012 - Rs 32000

Whatever may be the source,... Ladies, go ahead and buy jewelry.!! 
And guys please take note
"All that glitters may not be gold
But gold was the first remote control, I am told"