Belated Holi Mubarak

holi_dhuleti1A very happy and belated holi wishes to all of you. Delayed because I was offline almost whole of yesterday. I had taken a holi getaway, Dhuleti Mudflat hiking in the Gulf of Khambhat. Though I know of the group Diving Deep, since my friends went for a Sharad Purnima event at a farmhouse near Ahmedabad. This time I reached their event.

Day before Holi I came to know, that the day after Holika dehen happens, is called Dhuleti in Gujarat and some other northern parts of India. Now this seemed too much like ‘dhool mein litana’, rolling in the mud, literally.

We all know of, or have heard of, holi being played with dirt, cow dung or more recently with grease and enamel paint. These types of holi were often only played by ruffians, the loafers, the no good for nothings. The ijjad-dar or respected people played with gulal that could be bought at a very reasonable price at a neighbouring shop. But there where deviants in this group who would use water soluble industrial dyes which wouldn’t go off the skin for a month.

So on and so forth. We have played holi when gulal was the safe option. To the point now, when we started coming to know about all the pisonous industrial dyes they use in the gulals. And we had no choice in what the opposite person has in their small plastic thaila bag. What many people do, faced with such choices is often a clean quiet holi at home.

Diving Deep went in the opposite direction. I joined them yesterday for a Dhuleti event, in the gulf of Khambhat.
Walking the mudflats is half wading, a little bit helpless crawling, all in chocolate saucey clayey mud. Till we are all covered head to tow in a big clay pack. Once you have this extra skin, you are cool as a cucumber in the hot infant summer sun. All the experiences I had there need a lot more words, and for some I don’t have words.

And it comes back to words.I reached their event page because it was named Dhuleti, of which everyone has heard a lot of preamble.

The group included working nurses to a senior executive engineer at a machinery factory, body building fitness freak, doctors, a sweet kid in the ‘why so’ stage. When I see such a diverse bunch of people attracted to something, I know Diving Deep has touched a primal nerve point. I am sure they will further refine their experiences, all in all, very recommended.

So do I think there is benefit in rolling in dirt, on Holi? I have a few half baked ideas. What about you?

Wood Finish with edible Linseed oil

While researching on the internet for organic (non poisonous) wood finishes I came across one option which was fairly common in India. Both inside kitchens, as well as workshops, only a few decades back. Linseed is Alsi, Adsi or Tees in different parts of our country. It was used as a cooking medium wherever it was grown.

So, there began my search for cheap edible linseed oil. I could easily find small bottles of 100ml or even 500ml prized exorbitantly. These would be nicely packaged while promoting the health benefits. Even after lots of alley chasing in the old city couldn’t find one edible oil retailer. Finally on a small trip to Jaipur I got it for Rs 160 per liter.

While one can use the oil directly on wood, it takes a long time for it to dry. And all that while one has to take care preventing any dust particles to settle on the drying layer of oil. I managed to find one way, to fasten this process courtesy youtube video of linseed refining

Take some salt, some sand, water and oil in a bottle and shake it. You can keep the ratio of oil and water about equal. When you observe the chaos of the mixture you begin seeing lots of activity. Some oil particles get stuck beneath the sand, they network, get together, make a small bubble and float up. At the oil water interface, one can see cruds of whitish/yellowish stuff, which sometimes travel down, sometimes up. I have found dirty sand with dust/clay works better than very clean sand.

I leave this overnight. Overnight the mixture becomes much calmer. Still there is some activity if you shake it a bit. Yhe lighter oil on the top is thinner. As it goes down towards the water interface, strands of white slimey (maybe some bio-polymers) start to appear. They are the strongest near the water interface, making clumps. You siphon out the clear oil on the top and leave the cruddy mix behind. You can also use a cloth as a sieve and filter it out. But filtering will still make some of those sticky polymers get in.

I think it depends on individual personalities to decide when to use siphoning and when to use filtering.

I have found suphoning just the top layer gives a very good quality. This was faster drying than Camel linseed oul for oil painting prized at Rs.60 for 60ml.
Whatever the procedure you choose it is good to leave it in the sun whenever possible. Repeating this process n number of times makes it more and more refined.

While searching for natural wood finish, I came across something which was almost a surprise. It turned out Alsi or Thees or Linseed which is eaten in many parts of the country, can also be used for wood. Some oils including this one, polymerize on contact with oxygen, creating a hard cover. Though this cover is far weaker than a chemical cover like PolyUrethane (PU), on one hand you have an edible oil on the other a poison. One drawback with raw linseed oil is that it takes a long time for the polymerization process to complete. There are ways by which this time can be shortened. The video that you see is raw linseed oil mixed with water, sand and salt, and shaken not stirred. Stirred might be fine too. So much is happenig in this bottle right now. . . . . #linseed #Alsi #thees #wood #finish #woodFinish #BLO #alternative #noChemical #allNatural #natural #colloid #oil #water #mixture

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I have found experimenting with different variation of the materials, for example different kinds of water, water from RO system, water from borewell, etc. I am interested in discovering and reviving old methods of doing things. I have found they are fare more sustainable, as well as nourishing to the body. Apart from linseed there is shellacIf you know of any other natural wood finishes

Where am I headed?

Somebody a few days ago asked me,
“Anand bhai with this wood working where do you think you are headed?”
I know a lot of my friends and acquaintances might have had similar questions. So I have decided to answer this question once and for all. But before that I would like to point out all the directions I am not headed towards.

I don’t want to be the next “successful” startup founder billionaire. In my personal experience more money always brings more problems not less. Also acidity and sharts.

I don’t want to go settle in the US/Europe or any other exotic country. I have had the opportunity to visit a few places for a while but I like the chaos of our own country.

I like to work my body. Sweat each and every muscle. This may run contrary to most people’s ideology. Most people work so be able to afford not to work hard. Hire a coolie in a station. Get “better” seats in a train or a plane. Better being more comfortable to their bodies. Feel free to pamper your bodies, I will “use” my own.

A few close friends who have maybe glimpsed the slight spiritual traces I have, suggested I should go join a suitable akhada and go full monty as it where. I even once did some research, spent some time in Rishikesh. From all these experiences I have found that the saffron clad ones are probably far more attached, rather than detached. But again, if you don’t see me online/offline for a long time I might have taken the plunge.

Many of you think that I have not “used” my degree for a “better” life. For one I have a different definition of a better life than many others. I would think someone working with wood, designing structures and grinding steel is doing far more justice to a degree in metallurgy and material science than someone selling shares, or soap, or cigarettes. That is again my own personal opinion.

So where am I headed to. I have discovered that instead of knowing where you are headed to if you are sure of the next few steps, that will probably lead you to some place good. Again after doing vipassana, I have realized that all good and bad is just in ourselves. The most happy people I have seen have probably the least reason to be happy. So its all good. Have I reached that state where I can be happy in any state?
No; but that is where I am headed.

P.S. one of my friends (Vinay) pointed out that it seems I have something against CEOs and founders. Maybe I have some personal bias against some of them because thier ambition usually is so huge they have hardly any space for empathy. Also this negativity might have come because of the negativity I have faced by people who think they are doing “well”, and their’s is the only right path. Theoretically I know to each there own. But, am I in a state of mind where I can apologise all of them 100% for their negativity, maybe not. But I am headed that way.

P.P.S. Somewhere in all this mix I guess the Indian caste system is also at play. Working with your mind is the right of the higher castes. Also making other people work. Physical labour is usually is reserved for the low castes. And in todays economy, low class. I have been highly inflenced by Guru Nanak ji’s philosophy. In spiritual endeavours there is a widespread feeling against hard labour. They say it wastes Ojas. I have even read that if a spiritual seeker sweats a lot they should rub it back into their body. Guru Nanak ji I believe was ghe first who said that you can work hard and still gain liberation. He also believed that one doesn’t need to be a sanyasi to be liberated. Lots of gratitude to him to showing me the way, yesterday being guru purnima.

नाम में क्या रखा है?

मेरे पापा मेरा नाम संतोष रखना चाहते थे। मेरी माँ आनंद। संतोष रख देते तो दुनियादारी में रहता। अब किस्मत ने ही नाम आनंद दिया है तो निभाना तो पड़ेगा ही। ये नाम भी बड़ी पावरफुल चीज़ है। अब सुनिए ये वाक़्या,

कुछ बरस पूर्व हम एक समय ट्रैन में यात्रा कर रहे थे। अग्रणी टिकट लिया नहीं, फिर जनरल के दरवाज़े पे खड़े होने की जगह मिली। ऐसे अवसरों के लिए मेरे पास बस्ते में हमेशा एक न एक किताब जरूर होती है। जैसे तैसे मुस्कुरा कर, सॉरी कहकर उस भीड़ में किसी तरह बस्ते से वो किताब निकाली, फिर पढ़ने लगे. देखते देखते १-२ घंटे बीत गए.
“आप बहुत अच्छा पढ़ते हो”
हैं ? मेरे किताब के किरदारों के जमाये महल ये किसने तोडा? मुझसे कोई पांच एक साल बड़े होंगे। मुँह में मसाला। बालों में हलकी से सफेदी। सफ़ेद शर्ट के जेब में हज़ारों बिज़नेस कार्ड्स और कुछ सौ के नोट। खैर हमारी थोड़ी बातचीत हुई। अब बातचीत किस चीज़ पर हुई ये तो याद नहीं, पर करने में मुझे मज़ा आया। उनके जस्बे से ये झलक रहा था की मज़ा तो उन्हें भी आया था।
“इतनी बातें हो गयीं, आपने नाम नहीं बताया।”
“अरे पूरा नाम बताइये ना.पहले नाम से भी कुछ होता है ?” ये बात उन्होंने एक मास्टरजी द्वारा क्लास के बचे को डांटने की सी मुद्रा में कही। चलिए मान भी लीजिये उनको लगता है की पहले नाम से कुछ नहीं होता, परन्तु उन्होंने ये कैसे सोच लिया जस्ट ऐसे ही मिस कर दूंगा। पहला नाम बताया है क्योंकि यही बताने की इच्छा है। फिर उन्हें जातिवाद ने जो बिगाड़ा है उसपे ५ मिनट खरी खोटी सुना दी।
बाद में अपने गुस्से को जांचा तोह पता चला की ये नाम पूछने के ऐसे कई इवेंट्स पहले हुए हैं और ऐसे कई हैं जिन में कुछ न कुछ लोचा हुआ हो। अब तो मैने दाढ़ी अपनी बढ़ा ली है, तो कोई अँधा भी मुझे “मद्रासी है”, देखते ही कह सकता है। पर उन दिनों में काफी ‘स्टाइलिश’ हुआ करता था. MTV के एक VJ निखिल चिनप्पा की नीचे के होंठ की बीचों बीच एक बालों का छोटा सा झुरमुट, इस से में बहुत प्रभावित हुआ था. कॉलेज लाइफ में सब कुछ ट्राई करके देख लिया। तो कुल मिला के उस समय लोग ये नहीं पहचान पाते थे की में किस प्रान्त का हूँ. महाराष्ट्र में काफी लोग मुझे मराठी समझते. दिल्ली में समझ जाते की साउथ से हूँ. बैंगलोर के लोग मझे दिल्ली का समझते थे. एक तो दिल्ली के नंबर की गाड़ी और हाथ पे कड़ा. जबसे बाल बढे किये हैं और दाढ़ी बढ़ा ली, पंजाब के बहार ही नहीं कुछ कुछ जगहे तो पंजाब के अंदर भी लोग मुझे सरदार समझते हैं। तो जब में अपना नाम के ए आनंद ऐसा बताता हूँ, जो की मेरे सारे आई डी कार्ड में है, कुछ लोगों को लगता है में कंजूसी कर रहा हूँ.
“पूरा नाम बताईये न ”
“अरे सर मेरे ID कार्ड में ऐसा ही है. आप डालिये न बिंदास. ”
“अरे हमारे सिस्टम में ऐसे ही डालना पड़ता है.”
“अच्छा तोह लिखिए के यू आर यू एम्…”
क्योंकि इसके पहले कई बार झेल के ये जान गया हूँ कि ३-४ बार बताने के बाद भी स्पेल ही करना पढता है।
अब मेरे पहले नाम को ही ले लीजिये। कुरुम्बूर। कुरुम्ब माने जिद। हमारे परिवार में लोग अक्सर कहते सुना है कि चूँकि हम लोग इतने जिद्दी हैं इसी लिए कभी तो हमारा ये नाम पड़ा होगा. ऊर तो कई जगहों के नाम के पीछे लगा हुआ है. त्रिशूर, गुरुवायुर, वेल्लोर, वगेरा वगेरा. अब मैंने सोचा की जैसे पुर, वैसे ऊर. ये तोह बाद में पता चला की ऊर मतलब गांव को कहते हैं तमिल में। कॉलेज में इंटरनेट कि सहायता से ये भी पता लगा की कुरुंबूर तोह तमिल नाड का एक गांव है. अब उस गांव वाले जिद्दी होते हैं की नहीं ये तो में नहीं जानता, परन्तु इस बात का काफी भरोसा हो रखा है की पुरखे कभी उसी गांव से आये होंगे। अब देखिये नाम से पर्सनल हिस्ट्री का पता चला न? साउथ के नाम अक्सर लम्बे होने के लिए विख्यात हैं. पर ये लम्बे नाम काफी सारा डाटा लिए हुए हैं। अब लोग उस डाटा का क्या उपयोग करते हैं ये तो उनपर है.

क्या आप लोगों से उनका पूरा नाम पूछते हैं ?

Naagin Dance – Life cycle of a pop culture

It started with this song. In fact it started ages ago, starting with the pungi or been. Used for religious purposes, somewhere down the line it got associated with the snake dance. It was adopted by the saperas who encourage the idea that it is the sound of the been which keeps the snake hypnotised. Then the snake dance made its place in the public consciousness from this song, performed by Sridevi.

There is even a heavy metal version by Deciblel. Watch the cover here:

And the dance became so popular that it became de riguer for guys to perform it in baraats, to do it. Even who had not seen the Sridevi’s naagin dance came to know about it. So I was pretty amazed to see it as a main feature in brand new bollywood song.

Bing Advertisement strategy

I was looking for desktop configurations in google. Landed on a page. It showed me a Bing ad, with the same search words I had used in Google.

So the flash file of the ad picks up the search query (from where?) and uses it inside the flash file. And yeah it is animated and shows each letter being typed in. Very innovative, one search engine using a search query typed into another search engine

DIY in India

I like to do my stuff, on my own. Stuff like cleaning the house, washing my clothes, trying to repair my own gadgets, and so on. And I like to learn about how to do one’s own stuff, which means a lot of browsing through instructables, makezine, and off course youtube. I will give you a few case studies and tell you the practicalities involved.

Some time back I saw a video to cut beer bottles to make glass bottles. The idea seemed superb. An empty beer bottle destined for the garbage bin gets another life after it is cut. While we can sell it to a kabaadi vala for 2 rupees a bottle. But as a glass it would at least be worth Rs.15. More importantly doing something with your own hands and seeing the result come out, gives a satisfaction next to none. The first method I tried was the tying a string around the bottle soaked in a flammable liquid. The idea is to locally heat the bottle where you want to cut it. The challenge here was heating it only on a very narrow area, as close to a line as possible. And which is next to impossible. So the results were all haphazard cuts. Anyway, then I found another way which required a glass cutter. You think finding a glass cutter in hyderabad would be easy job? Indeed it would be for people who have business in glass. Not amateurs who want glass cutters for cutting glass bottles. After trying 5 hardware stores, I gave up. Found a cheap glass cutter on ebay and ordered it. That method did not work very well too. It required a propane blow torch, which I tried to substitute with a candle. Again the crack was much better than the string method, but still unusable.
Later found I found yet another method using jubilee clips. Here comes the next problem in hardware sourcing. Most of these niche hardware have local names. I asked around and nobody understood what a jubilee clip was. I explained describing what it was and how it was used. 4 of them said they did not have them. The fifth one too said he did not have them, but on looking around I saw it hanging in a bunch, on his shelf. Anyway, I got the jubilee clip, and using it I could make a deeper score on the bottle. And this time the cut is almost perfect.

Dastangoi – Kabirnama

One of my friends, watsapped me. A friend of hers was doing a recitation of Kabir in Mumbai. I was headed towards Mumbai from Ahmedabad, after completing a 10 day workshop in mud house building. That post is still waiting to be written and posted. I am twisting my arms right now, just for delaying that. But this post should not wait.

From SMSing how to get into the concert, and asking my friend whether “I was ankit ka dost evam do saathi”, or “Hum ankit ke dost hain”, would work at the gate. We were slightly late. The show had started. And there sitting on the stage was Beerbal telling a story about two girls named Satya and Kahani. For a moment I felt like King Akbar collectively with the rest of the audience, listening to Beerbal solve a cause. So fine a salesmanship it was, that it was very easy to forget, that you were being sold. Sold the philosophy of prem. But how would you sell ‘prem’ without seduction. And it was an act of seduction. The audience moaned collectively with vaah vaah. The symmetry between the philosophy of kabir, with the bhava on his face, was yang and yin.

Picture courtesy Ankit

I had read Kabeer earlier, here and there…once or thrice. I found them profoundly common sensical learnings. I was seeing him today in a new light. One of softly yellow lightings, and smartly dressed, tasteful crowd. There was no hint of NCPA snobbery at the Yashwant Chawan Auditorium.  The stewards were old, gentle, government employees, who pulled open doors and showed you the way.

Unfortunately couldn’t meet Ankit because his was phone was on silent. Will keep an eye out for him.

Hukus Bukus

I had goose bumps From this youtube description, the lines means this:
Tse Kus Be Kus Teli Wan su Kus
Who are you and who am I then tell us who is he the creator that permeates through both you and I

Moh Batuk Logum Deg
Each day I feed my senses/body with the food of worldly attachment and material love (Moh = attachment)

Shwas Khich Khich Wang-mayam
For when the breath that I take in reaches the point of complete purification (Shwas = Breath)

Bhruman daras Poyun chokum
It feels like my mind is bathing in the water of divine love (Bhruman = nerve center in the human brain, poyun = water)

Tekis Takya bane Tyuk
Then I know I am like that sandal wood which is pasted for divine fragrance symbolic of universal divinity. I realize that I am, indeed, divine (Tyuk = Tika applied on the forehead)