Critisizm : A Bitter Tonic

There is a saying in ancient Hindi, “Nindak Nyaare Raakhiye Jag Ujiyaro Hoie”.

It simply means, “Keep critics or people who criticise near you, and you will understand the world better.”

But while in childhood this proverb or saying was so easy to digest, when we grow up, it is far, far more difficult to practice.

My current understanding would be that our belief systems have already formed. Any thought that goes against that belief system, we can easily deflect or just create a hard boundary around it and stay in our comfort zone. Or, in one word: “EGO”.

Our ego stops us from listening to this criticism. And to my surprise, I think in today’s world I would simply push the “Nindak” away, as it is too harsh to listen to the truth.

The next line could be my ego typing: “That sometimes I think the person criticising me has some ulterior motives, something he/she wants from me, thus criticising me. Or is simply frustrated with my behaviour or my existence itself, which might be an inconvenience to them.”

My ego thinks that because I would have done the same, the reason being that most of the time I am an introvert. Though anyone who meets me in real life will judge me as an “EXTROVERT”. My own sister says, “I AM A SOCIAL BUTTERFLY”. But in reality, I switch to an extrovert as soon as I step outside the house, or in other words, when I am exposed to others. But really, I love and find excuses to have lots and lots of “me time”.

I have the habit of blaming my parents for most of my current behaviours, but recently I learned to start reflecting internally rather than on external forces. So my current viewpoint is that I must have been a very faint-hearted kid who used to switch or change my true feelings in childhood to please my parents, teachers, classmates, or anyone who had more dominance over me. And when I was alone, I did not have to be the person others wanted me to be, so even though I looked lonely, it felt happy when I was alone.

This formula of switching personality inside and outside the house kept me and my surroundings in some version of peace. Thus, I kept repeating it day after day, time after time, to avoid confrontation.

And you reading these words might have already guessed that this formula was wrong at its core, so either “Introvert me” or “Extrovert me” was one day going to get hurt very badly. And it did. But I did not have any new formula to re-enforce it, so I still keep juggling between the two personalities.

Wow, I skipped away from the original topic I wanted to discuss in this post, and it is rightly said, WRITING is like FEELING through fingers, and it’s a good feeling. A good feeling moves us away 😀

So the reason my ego thinks that I would do the same is because I would love to live alone for as much time as possible. And sometimes, annoying persons’ viewpoints would be a hurdle to accept, and I would wish that person could go away.

So coming back to NINDAK (the criticiser). Recently I had one, though only for a few weeks, but it was quite a difficult experience. Thus, I would like to bullet point it so that I can come back to this and re-edit this post with a calm mind or more mature answers. Some of the points the current Nindak said were:

  • You speak so loud. “I am not deaf, so you need not scream.”
  • Indians are good slaves but bad bosses.
  • You are in a Tsukuyomi from the last 5 years.
  • I should keep phones away from me when the hotspot is on.
  • The current job you are doing is not important.

So in the past three weeks, I would go home and re-think the words that I heard from the Nindak. Is what he said true? If yes, what’s the reason? If no, what’s the reason? So let’s discuss these one by one.

“I am not deaf, so you need not scream.”
This, though, hit hard when I heard it for the first time, but this thought could easily penetrate my belief system. I reflected on the words said by Nindak and combined them with more data I got from my wife, that even when I whisper, I speak loudly. In college days, my loud voice was appreciated by teachers as a display of confidence. But now, the same loud voice sounds harsh or like screaming, and people don’t want that screaming noise when talking one-to-one.

More data I reflected upon was a scene from the series HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER, where the characters come out of a club and talk to people who were not inside the club, but they speak louder. Then I also got the data that older people speak louder. The common denominator between the two is: “People who cannot hear properly speak louder.”

Is this true in my case? I need to get my ears checked; only then will I know. For the next few days, I tried to speak in a lower voice, but practice of so many years won’t go away within a few days. In a calm mind, I could have just asked the Nindak to stand away from me, and that would have solved the case. I need not lower my voice, and he need not listen to me screaming. That would have been a win-win solution.

But with the original statement, “I am not deaf, so you need not scream,” it hit differently, as if it was a derogatory statement. And this type of criticism is hard to digest.

“Indians are good slaves but bad bosses.”
This statement came as a continuation of a conversation when I denied something the Nindak requested. His request was simple: could he leave 15 minutes early as he started 15 minutes early? On a normal day, the answer should have been YES. But that day was a combination of multiple statements.

On the first day, Nindak wanted to not work at all and simply stated that he could start from the second day onwards. Though the first day had its own backstory, passing on a day’s work and asking to start from tomorrow looked disrespectful towards the job. It might be my middle-class mentality talking, but I mean to say we are so eager to start a job or even have the opportunity to get a job or a chance to earn, and someone pushing that away looked unfair.

On the third day, Nindak wanted to start one hour early and leave one hour early. The next whole week, he worked two hours late start and two hours late finish, which pushed my timelines, as Nindak kept asking for favours every day, from moving items from his old house to taking him to a house inspection. So giving those 15 minutes away felt very heavy, and I denied it.

And just by denial, when I got the reply “Indians are good slaves but bad bosses,” I thought: why is the whole community being targeted just because of one action or decision I took as a response to multiple failures to adhere to set times by Nindak? I don’t even defend the Indian community blindly, as there are worse examples of terrible Indian bosses, but there are examples of good ones as well.

I am not sure which one I would be, but with that trigger statement, I was happy to get the introvert Tapish out on the road, even though it was for such a small amount of time. Quoting another comedy series, Friends, it’s better to be Chandler Bing “the boss” rather than Chandler Bing who is “the employer’s friend,” if we really need the work to be done. (Internally, I still wish people would work in a disciplined way even with the friendly Chandler Bing, but that’s just a hopeful Tapish speaking.)

“You are in Tsukuyomi from the last 5 years.”
For non-Naruto fans, I have to explain what Tsukuyomi is. But if Naruto fans are reading this post, please don’t get offended, as for the continuity of this post I am over-simplifying the GREAT TSUKUYOMI, which I am sure can be explained better as a separate post.

Taking the liberty of over-simplification, Tsukuyomi is a state of hypnosis. In Naruto, the Infinite Tsukuyomi was tailored to each and every individual of the series. Each person was so tailored to be in a hypnosis state that they accepted whatever version the villain cast as reality, and the one inside the Tsukuyomi was happy inside the hypnosis.

But in reality, we deserve more. We deserve the freedom of choice that was denied.

The reason this was said was that I did a Master’s in Biotechnology, and pre-COVID I was about to start my academic career, which had better pay and better scope of life than the current pay and work conditions I am in. But even with lower pay, I have very supportive colleagues, and though sometimes the work is painful, colleague support is what kept me going.

Okay, colleague support, along with sometimes the “KICK” we get in solving a complex issue at work, is also very satisfying. Sometimes jobs get resolved in hours, sometimes days, and sometimes months, but the day you put your mind together with all the data you collected over time and coordinate with multiple brains to finally crack the solution gives an amazing dopamine boost. Thus, I kept continuing my job, and thus the statement that I am in a Tsukuyomi and need to get out of it to reach my potential. This criticism was a bit hard to take, and it pushed me out of my comfort zone.

“I should keep phones away from me when the hotspot is on.”
This statement came while I was training the Nindak on how to do a certain task. Instead of learning the task and moving on, he kept explaining to me that keeping the phone in my pocket is harmful, or that I should keep it here or there. I know keeping the phone near you is harmful; so is heating food in a microwave, eating unhealthy food, lack of exercise, and if we start reading religious scriptures, there will be another hundred examples of what sins we are committing every moment.

But at that particular moment, the task was just to take internet from the mobile phone, pass it to the laptop, and continue a small transition I wanted to teach him. I just wanted to get the task done and move on to the next one instead of creating ideal scenarios. And it is famously said, “We first earn money by sacrificing health, and then spend all the money to gain back the health we sacrificed.” But someone pointing that out to you in a live work situation is quite difficult to absorb.

“The current job you are doing is not important.”
This was the most triggered statement, as it came after a sarcastic laugh saying, “If you have time to talk about Naruto or games at the job, then the job is not important.” According to the Nindak, jobs done in hospitals to save lives are important. Jobs done to keep the transport system running are important. But making sure a car park system is running is not important.

I went home with heavy thoughts, trying to understand if what the Nindak was saying was true. Logically, what he was saying is true. But I am not running a hospital, nor am I running a public transport system. At this stage of life, I don’t even know end-to-end how both function. But I know about PARCS (Parking Access Revenue Control Systems), and I know how to fix them. (What we know is a drop, and what we don’t know is an ocean.)

My point is, I am not running a hospital, a city, a transport system, sewage, or any other essential system. So in comparison, my job may not be important. But I can’t compare all these jobs, as I am not doing them. But then the final criticism made me think: “WHY?” Why am I not doing an important job? And who decides which job is important and which is not? And who decides who will do these important or non-important jobs?

The only solution keeping my mind silent is a line from the movie HUGO, where a boy closely examines a clock and says:
“Machines never come with any extra parts, you know. They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured, if the entire world was one big machine, I couldn’t be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.”

So the only thing remaining is to find my life’s purpose and then do it with all the effort and sincerity that is humanly possible.

As always, see you in the next post or next life, whichever comes earliest.

Signing off for now.

Tapish Dongre

WHY ?

Why? I asked, and he smiled. Ignored Probably as I was very small.
May be my age reflected an under-understaning of what I have asked.
Or the importantce beceome neglible.

Why? I asked again, at my teeange.
My rebelious age made it sound rude.
How can I ask an authority to respond to an action taken years back.

Why? I asked again in my twenties.
Tiredness and demand of Justification was there in my queery.
Hurt of Ego may be to the respondent that he dint anwer yet.

Why? I asked again, in towards my mid age.
Silly he thought, that I still needed an answer.
“I even forgot about it” was his reply.

How can you still remember? he asked,

“Axe Forgets but Tree Remembered” I replied.

Website Renewed & Predominant Thoughts

Renewed this website paying the usual $29 plus taxes Australian, so thought to, better put some words on paper to utilize this digital space.

Fresh thought in my mind is how venerable we are. I have accompanied this planet to complete 35 orbits around the sun, so at this young or old age these thoughts are so predominant in my mind. How Venerable R We?

I am not talking about the mental venerability, that the current trend is talking about. This is true and occupies 90% of my blogging. But this time I am talking about the physical one. We are most dominant species on the planet, or at least we think we are. Then our skin is made of such a elastic material that a metal like iron, copper or any other ductile element can cause a cut to our skin and if untreated we will stop spinning along with the globe.

Though I am hopeful that I could see many things past my age of 90’s living in lavish home that we always plan in our 30’s. But life is unpredictable. Anything can happen in between now and then.

Thus I plan, the stories I would put down as my legacy, would be the interesting ones.

See you in next post or next life, whichever comes the earliest.

-Tapish D

Why A.I. for Blog Generation?

I was once told, “Writing is like feeling through fingers”. And then I put my pen on paper. Typing on the keyboard gives me the same kind of pleasure. Ya, my words are instantly underlined and my friends cannot laugh at my spelling mistakes nowadays and have a long discussion about why my writing doesn’t work, “It is your spelling mistakes asshole”. These types of conversations are missed, but I still feel, really feel, and express myself while writing blogs using my fingers.

One day, dwelling on past memories, I was writing about how my mom was strict regarding pets in the house. I somehow blamed her for the “Chi-Chi” I was separated from, and I started crying a lot. My wife walked into my work desk and was surprised to see a grown-ass man crying and still continuing to type whatever was going inside my head. (Yeah then she did hug me, and started crying with me without even knowing the reason, Humans are very differently designed I guess )

So in this modern era where slowly I moved from pen and paper to digital screen, it is even harder for me to understand why people nowadays use Artificial intelligence for content production such as “writing”?

If you have come across this article searching for “how to write content using AI?” then sorry to disappoint you, this article/blog post won’t quench your thirst for that knowledge. And in mid 30’s while writing this, I am not even that old that I would completely repell the use of new technology.

Writing is more like a business these days, with more eyeballs to catch, more numbers to be made, and faster mass production of articles and stories which today are easily recognizable that they are written by a robot. I am sure in further years these AI bots will master the craft of storytelling and we will not be able to distinguish if a story is written by a human or an AI bot. But during this transition, I would like to enjoy my time expressing through my fingers what a wonderful era I was born in.

I would also like to thank the handful of readers I have now or would be ever reading this article beyond my death bed. I am glad our paths crossed and we spared a few minutes of time knowing each other’s thought process. And “hi, hello” to the future writers as well. In a time where computers are able to write a 10,000-word article in a matter of seconds, I appreciate your time to pause your life, breathe in and out, meditate, and have a slow-paced enjoyment of designing something that could create wonders in mind. Keep up the good work.

As I learn more, I am also sure I will write more about AI and how human emotions correspond to growth in new tech. But for now, at least for me, it is a slow process in a super-fast world.

See you in the next post or next life, whichever is earliest…

Signing off for now,

Tapish Dongre

Movies of LIFETIME

Some of the Movies I Really Like

Usually the movies we can relate to or really touched you in some way that you appreciate:

Kabhi Alvida Na Khena: Choosing the right partner is not a final decision that cannot be changed. Better than being stuck with the wrong person throughout our life.

Accepted (also the Hindi Remake FALTU): University acceptance doesn’t decide our acceptance as a human beings in life

Patiala House: Father can be strict on what profession/carrier a child should do, irrespective of the child’s happiness in consideration.

Ribbon: Extraordinary problems are mostly faced by ordinary men. The couple faces a very difficult to their children while dealing with their own unsolved issues.

SatyaPrem Ki Katha: Sensitive issues can be handled with excessive love and patience.

Vicky Donor: Sometimes Happiness is already present just not in the form we tailor it to be as per our needs.

OMG: Religion should not be forced on humans

OMG 2: Sex education is important at an early age. I am grateful for my parents who taught me what is right and what is not, as my school didn’t.

Saw Series: Strong motives make us do strong ugly things

Dil Dhadkne Do: Sometimes parents cannot recognize failers in themselves and force their progeny to do things to cover up their own failures.

Kapoor and Sons: Parents can be biased, and sometimes they don’t recognize it.

Dear Zindagi: We need a change in attitude toward the stuff which happened in our childhood that was beyond our control. Counseling and asking for help is a good first step.

The Flight

Usually, an airplane, a train, a bus, or simply any vehicle is just a mode of transport. But today I want to write about just a few moments before taking that transport.

For my story, we arbitrarily start the night before I was going to take my first flight to Australia. I had to catch this flight from Bombay (Mumbai as it is now called, though internationally people still remember it as Bombay), while I was living in Nagpur. Approx 800km distance in between them.

So the night before my first flight I took a Train from Nagpur to Mumbai and moments before the start of the journey, there were tremendous emotions flowing all over the place. First I was going to miss this train. And the emotional trauma still follows me to this date, that feeling of what if I will miss my first International travel opportunity only because I am going to miss this train. Randomly I get the dream that this will happen again even though I am over 10 years residing in Australia.

There were more, more emotional pieces of baggage. On one side, completely opposite side of the platform were my parents and sister who arrived at the train station before me. On another side, were in an autorickshaw on the completely opposite side of the platform trying to enter the train station while the train was already ready to leave.

At this moment I was going to get separated from my girlfriend (now wife) and there was neither time nor the opportunity for an informal goodbye kiss. And the recent time I met my parents they still remember (actually complain) that I did not say my goodbyes properly.

For the next 5 mins I ran, I ran like a maniac. Holding a fully filled 30kg checking bag while my girlfriend was running behind holding my cabin bag which actually had my passports and boarding tickets. The train has already started moving and somehow I jumped in a running train leaving so many emotions behind (as well as my checking and bag). I saw my parents, girlfriend, and probably the riksha-wala running behind me. (Ya we forgot to clear the payments for the autorickshaw and my girlfriend gave him money later on.) They all chased after me and pushed all my luggage one after the other and I did catch the last Duronto Express from Nagpur to Mumbai.

On the train, I did think I am leaving behind the frustration of joblessness, and the emotionally challenging bond that I and my girlfriend had at the time. And I am leaving behind several unsolved undiscussed conversations with my parents where I was upset or it was just teenage anger. But as soon as I boarded that train, there was some sense of relief.

Several years later if I would talk to a psychologist about this situation, I bet she will discover that I always had that fight or flight mentality where I am mostly running away from my problems rather than facing them head-on.

Some situation that night and the day I caught my flight seems so stupid now and remembering them feels so awkward. For example, in Mumbai, I met my collegemate and a very good friend Bharatlal with whom I used to share the deepest of my secrets. I took out all the Indian currency in my pocket and gave it to him saying, “What use I will have of this abroad ?” (I agree I was stupid, I did not know there are currency exchange counters at all international airports). To this day my friend remembers this dialogue “Money from one country will be just like papers in another.” Probably we both were stupid at the time. Or as a famous comedian rightly said, “ALL FRIENDSHIPS ARE DEPENDENT UPON MUTUAL IGNORENCE.”

But that time I had several issues with the people whom I was surrounded with. Bharatlal knew that. And he also knew that I am also scared to go to Australia as well. Hopeful as well as scared. Before getting inside the airport, he took out his half-broken MP3 player and gave me his headphones with a tuned-in song, “AA-ZAA-DIYA (Pairo ki Bediya)” from the movie UDAAN.

Music has the power to drill down as well as build up a person’s emotions. Thus, that is the only thing I focus and hold on to while remembering that stressful emotional rollercoaster time before my first flight. The song AA ZAA DIYA….

How was your experience on taking your first flight or first step into a new journey ???? Please do share in the comments section below.

See you in the next post or next life, whichever comes earlier.

-Tapish

Diet Plan for Myself

Current Weight 102KG

Target Weight 73Kg by the next 365 Days

PLAN for the next 10 Days – Then Big reward.

Think like Bharatlal, Cheat your brain like he did, but in reverse.

Keep Chewing Something, Buy Chewing Gums, Trick your brain that you are eating food.

Eat Healthy ONLY.

Zero Sugars, no Soda.

Lots and Lots of Water.

Tea without Sugar and Milk

Small Steps, 10 mins of Exercise per day.

Reduce Carbs.

More Proteins.

Re-do the Planning in the next 10 Days.

Peace Out !!!!

Inner Child Wounds

I struggle myself a lot to cope with a few of the below-mentioned “Wounds” but after reading the comments under the original post, I discovered I was not alone. Indians by default live under the influence that “Parents are the Perfect Beings” and thus mosty anytime I expressed this to my classmates and colleagues, they did find a fault in me in even expressing my feelings on this subject. Then I discovered more about intergenerational trauma and the ability to cope with it. It is nice to know that even other people who have faced similar issues were able to come out of their childhood traumas and live a decent life for themselves and the next generations. One of the best lines I could read in the comment section by Markus Wilson was, “I forgive him, or should I say, I forgive myself for wanting him to be more than he could be.”

Hope I could fix the repetitive stories in my head or at least give them a proper ending. For a Better Future.

Cheers

Tapish Dongre

April 2022

Inner Child Wounds. Image Courtecy Facebook “The Soul Journey with Saraha Moussa”

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