I was glad to receive a mail from Prasad Naik of Thatskannada.com telling me that they've published the story I sent them.
Here's the link : Pandu
This is just a one-off story, never aspired to write stories. So, keep in mind when you throw bricks at me!
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Two Great Films
I think I take films seriously. Films have been a great teacher, and at times, in real life, relate many times to scenes(guess lot of us do).
I haven't watched a lot of English movies, even as I hear them being the best-in-class. Nevertheless, I have treasured some of them like Forest Gump, The Terminal, Cast Away, Sound of Music, Basic Instinct, Life is beautiful...there are a few more. I shall soon compile a list of my all-time favourite movies; seems like showing off, its okay.
A colleague of mine(He is from Kerala) recently asked me why kannadigas dont watch kannada movies. Though he got a suitable reply, the real answer to the question was just not limited to the movies, it pertained to the basic mentality of *we the people*.
Our Kannada film industry has seen a big spurt in activity recently mainly gathering steam from films like Jogi and Amrutadhaare. People flocked like anything to watch them. There was a time when somebody had not watched Jogi, people would stare at him/her in disbelief. Such was the craze! Personally it left me wanting for the lack of thought that was put in it. Yana Gupta dancing out of a cart was almost nonsense. Killing brutally with machchu again and again coupled with foolishness of Jogi does not put it in good stead.
Oops, I started with telling about two great films which almost went unnoticed amidst the above noise just like they did in the theatres.
1) Haseena : Directed by Girish Kasarvalli, which won Tara the National award for the best actress this year. But, I still hear some movie-watching-kannadiga-public reacting as if its unheard of. A story of a oppressed muslim woman and her kids fighting her way in a rigid society, told in a touching manner; it is a great experience everytime I watch it.
2) Beru( The root) :
Metaphor at its best! Its director P.Sheshadri shows that he is a genious in getting a message across with a simple example of the root of a big tree destroying its owner itself. Adding subtle comedy, it won the National Award for the best Regional film this year.
Atleast getting awards makes us watch them, who cares for the rest of them! I wont talk about much about their content nor the experience for two reasons. One, my vocabulary is not strong enough to convey such strong experiences and two, its always good to look forward to a movie without knowing much about it.
Films like these wont run on PVR,Inox, or any big-banner theatres for long. I guess some popular theatres try to save themselves from the wrath of KRV by screening them in the afternoons. Another commercial reason is that the theatres are not guaranteed profits by such movies, more often they should end up in losses. Its not their fault, they are a reflection of the society which is gasping in darkness(and even in theatres). The carriers of social messages is ignored by the society itself.
But still, a brave plaudable effort was done by ellaKAVI group in Benglur. Last month they organized a show in a Preview theatre screening Beru. With proper propaganda, originally planned for two shows, they were forced to do three shows on that day. There is one more such occasion soon, talk to me or ellaKAVI group before 13th Dec if you are really interested.
All of us might wonder why we blog : Is it due to play the me-too game? Is it to create a personal virtual world? Is it to show how smart we are? Is it because we are too shy to speak out(well, there's no audience by the way to listen to you)? Is it due to utter boredom? Can be many.
But the reason for this post is a willingness to share two wonderful experiences which I hope you too would explore.
I haven't watched a lot of English movies, even as I hear them being the best-in-class. Nevertheless, I have treasured some of them like Forest Gump, The Terminal, Cast Away, Sound of Music, Basic Instinct, Life is beautiful...there are a few more. I shall soon compile a list of my all-time favourite movies; seems like showing off, its okay.
A colleague of mine(He is from Kerala) recently asked me why kannadigas dont watch kannada movies. Though he got a suitable reply, the real answer to the question was just not limited to the movies, it pertained to the basic mentality of *we the people*.
Our Kannada film industry has seen a big spurt in activity recently mainly gathering steam from films like Jogi and Amrutadhaare. People flocked like anything to watch them. There was a time when somebody had not watched Jogi, people would stare at him/her in disbelief. Such was the craze! Personally it left me wanting for the lack of thought that was put in it. Yana Gupta dancing out of a cart was almost nonsense. Killing brutally with machchu again and again coupled with foolishness of Jogi does not put it in good stead.
Oops, I started with telling about two great films which almost went unnoticed amidst the above noise just like they did in the theatres.
1) Haseena : Directed by Girish Kasarvalli, which won Tara the National award for the best actress this year. But, I still hear some movie-watching-kannadiga-public reacting as if its unheard of. A story of a oppressed muslim woman and her kids fighting her way in a rigid society, told in a touching manner; it is a great experience everytime I watch it.
2) Beru( The root) :
Metaphor at its best! Its director P.Sheshadri shows that he is a genious in getting a message across with a simple example of the root of a big tree destroying its owner itself. Adding subtle comedy, it won the National Award for the best Regional film this year.
Atleast getting awards makes us watch them, who cares for the rest of them! I wont talk about much about their content nor the experience for two reasons. One, my vocabulary is not strong enough to convey such strong experiences and two, its always good to look forward to a movie without knowing much about it.
Films like these wont run on PVR,Inox, or any big-banner theatres for long. I guess some popular theatres try to save themselves from the wrath of KRV by screening them in the afternoons. Another commercial reason is that the theatres are not guaranteed profits by such movies, more often they should end up in losses. Its not their fault, they are a reflection of the society which is gasping in darkness(and even in theatres). The carriers of social messages is ignored by the society itself.
But still, a brave plaudable effort was done by ellaKAVI group in Benglur. Last month they organized a show in a Preview theatre screening Beru. With proper propaganda, originally planned for two shows, they were forced to do three shows on that day. There is one more such occasion soon, talk to me or ellaKAVI group before 13th Dec if you are really interested.
All of us might wonder why we blog : Is it due to play the me-too game? Is it to create a personal virtual world? Is it to show how smart we are? Is it because we are too shy to speak out(well, there's no audience by the way to listen to you)? Is it due to utter boredom? Can be many.
But the reason for this post is a willingness to share two wonderful experiences which I hope you too would explore.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Combi Puzzle
PD posted this wonderful combinatorial puzzle. It was so nicely knit, really enjoyed it. Here it is :
If you have 2 numbers, if you order them using = and < there are three possible orderings
- a < b, a = b , b < a
for three numbers, this is 13
a < b < c
a = b < c
b < a < c
b < a = c
b < c < a
a < c < b
a = c < b
c < a < b
c < a = b
c < a < b
a < b = c
b = c < a
a = b = c
for four it turns out be 75.
the problem is to characterize such a number and to devise a way to calculate the number of
possible orderings with n elements.
----
Two approaches to solve it is here. Let me know when you find more.
If you have 2 numbers, if you order them using = and < there are three possible orderings
- a < b, a = b , b < a
for three numbers, this is 13
a < b < c
a = b < c
b < a < c
b < a = c
b < c < a
a < c < b
a = c < b
c < a < b
c < a = b
c < a < b
a < b = c
b = c < a
a = b = c
for four it turns out be 75.
the problem is to characterize such a number and to devise a way to calculate the number of
possible orderings with n elements.
----
Two approaches to solve it is here. Let me know when you find more.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Bangaarada manushya
We had heard the movie name right from childhood, that its a story ending in tragedy. Everybody praised it. But I had never watched it fully. From the last couple of weeks, am fully in awe of it. Films have taught me many subtleties that nobody has, and this is definitely one of them.
Songs which are there to summarise what the story narrates, the self-belief of people doing wonders, the humble want of seeing people around you prosper, pure love, the beauty of co-operative living, an example of a ideal village, a motto to live : all tuned into a beatiful narration.
It gives me mixed emotions that so few of us know about it, atleast in kannada. Yes, our previous generation had hailed it for years, but it was just another Raj Kumar movie for me. And our generation, dont have a clue about themselves in the first place.
I feel every person wanting to see a better world should watch it....more important, understand it.
Unlike portraying scenes where there is crying, emotional drama at times of problems...most times, the narrator seeks the characters to face it directly, even with the supposedly 'bad' guys. Well, there are no 'bad' guys infact, as in the real world.
It is not a usual boring success stories that these bussiness books showcase, but a far greater, far more necessary aspect of lives when man fights with destiny.
I cannot stop myself from recommending 'Nagunaguta nali nali' and 'Agadu endu' at
http://www.musicindiaonline.com/l/18/s/movie_name.2226/
You will search for the director's name(Siddalingaiah) on the net in vain. I pity you O'Internet, that you don't know about him.
Songs which are there to summarise what the story narrates, the self-belief of people doing wonders, the humble want of seeing people around you prosper, pure love, the beauty of co-operative living, an example of a ideal village, a motto to live : all tuned into a beatiful narration.
It gives me mixed emotions that so few of us know about it, atleast in kannada. Yes, our previous generation had hailed it for years, but it was just another Raj Kumar movie for me. And our generation, dont have a clue about themselves in the first place.
I feel every person wanting to see a better world should watch it....more important, understand it.
Unlike portraying scenes where there is crying, emotional drama at times of problems...most times, the narrator seeks the characters to face it directly, even with the supposedly 'bad' guys. Well, there are no 'bad' guys infact, as in the real world.
It is not a usual boring success stories that these bussiness books showcase, but a far greater, far more necessary aspect of lives when man fights with destiny.
I cannot stop myself from recommending 'Nagunaguta nali nali' and 'Agadu endu' at
http://www.musicindiaonline.com/l/18/s/movie_name.2226/
You will search for the director's name(Siddalingaiah) on the net in vain. I pity you O'Internet, that you don't know about him.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Eee hasiru siriyali
Along with friends, had been to Shivamogga last month.
Words are not enough to describe how it was....a few photos can do a better job.
Here they are :
http://www.employees.org/~vedu/Shivamogga/
Words are not enough to describe how it was....a few photos can do a better job.
Here they are :
http://www.employees.org/~vedu/Shivamogga/
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Pandu - Senior Software Engineer
Having got nothing much to do apart from watching Shewag smash, wrote this story on the long weekend. No one needs to take it personally. Any similarity with a living person is highly possible. If you are the one, I don't know you .
Pandu- Senior Software Engineer
-------------------------------
Pandu, studied at decent college to get his degree at a place near Bangalore. His branch did not matter. The computer s/w industry was booming. Everyone was making money. Pandu followed suit. Even before he knew what he was doing, he was writing programs. He enjoyed doing it though. When the lab internals got tough, there were always backup of every program on the c:\windows folder to copy from.
Classes were rarely attended. Neither were many of his teachers good enough to make students learn. Getting good grades was easy. Four years in college few. Just after that, Pandu joined a MNC in the obvious city Bangalore, making his parents proud. He got a new business card for himself, a new bank account, a set of debit, credit cards for free. It was as if he was being pampered. Everything was new ; new cubicle, computer, phone, draw...no way he could be not proud.
Pandu's english started to refine. His office was a happening place. Just after a month of joining, a few sleepy training sessions later, he got his first bug to fix.
Meantime, he was made to learn how to eat, dress and talk "socially"; it was not that he had never ate in public, he was just not social-enough. Pandu, felt, he was finally learning some etiquettes. Those taught during his childhood looked old and silly. For him, work life was everything. He had to establish himself. The people who he worked with was his "public". And, he was appreciated.
Hikes and bonuses became common in course of time. Pandu started to compare himself with his friends and classmates working elsewhere. Though we was well-off, being among the top 5% of salaried class in India, he felt at a bit of loss. Software development seemed to become more and more routine. Bugs never seemed to end, adding to the frustration. He hated looking at code written by somebody else. It seemed to be a common problem among his peers. Coding was not as enjoyable as it used to be in his college, where he would sit for days mulling over programs and deriving great pleasure thus. But this was not to be expressed, he was earning enough.
In a year and half, he could not stand. He started complaining about his job to his manager. A few of his colleagues had moved jobs for higher salaries or had left to US. His manager could see it all. Pandu, was now to be sent to US too on a new project. All of Pandu's qualms were now laid to rest. He had always nurtured his affinity towards US, though not publicly expressed it. This was the time. He had heard and seen it on TV and he was now going to live it. Going to US, (with/without reason )was a statement of Pandu's competence.
In US, his new "friends" were his coleagues with whom he shared his apartment with. Two per room. Brought up in a orthodox family which was already stifling his neck, he began to experiment new things, true to the American culture. Experiments, became habits. Weekends were the only time when they boozed and were supposed to have fun.
Impressed by the american professionalism, he started wearing things which his new friends told him as "branded". Branded dressing became synonymous with neatness.
Pandu's love for experimentation and coding were not so important now. It was how he communicated with his peers, how he impressed his bosses, which mattered.
He was supposed to have fun with sports too. After planning over a hundred e-mails, buying lots of equipment, they played cricket. Pandu was now called Pandy, sounded something like a harmless bear. It was not unusual. Padmanabh became Paddy, Joshi became Jo, Satish became Satty. It was cool to be that way.
Six chilly months later, he was flown back to Bangalore, with a box of chocolates, among others. His mates in office were dissappointed to see the same chocolates that Shyam, Raghu and others had brought earlier too.
Pandu felt a feet taller back in his home. A magnetic force was repelling his contact with the ground below. His small stay had showed him how to "keep balance with work and personal lives", as if he never felt anything personal at his work. It had never occured to this poor soul earlier.
Pandu, the taller one, had now two freshers to look after, one of them a good-looking girl. He was now becoming a lead, his priorities implicit. His thirst to learn and experiment had almost died. Nor did it matter the concepts that were shown in his computer science books. Success now meant more responsibilities, more talk, better dressing. He was not afraid of bugs anymore. He had learnt how to talk them out to be non-issues.
When he talked to his american colleagues visiting his centre now, his accent would change. He had also gone through an accent reduction course. He never missed to teach the visitors a thing or two about cricket.
Having reached the other side of the globe, he now felt increasingly part of global community. International news mattered more. Bangalore had way too traffic and dirt. The garden city had become the pub capital of India. Buses were a clear no-no. Autos were costly and rude. Pandu, now bought a Hyundai Santro. He was the only traveller in the car for months, until his parents stepped in.
At work, Pandu now got involved in discussing functional specifications, along with a lot of other documents. He learnt to Microsoft Excel and Word better. Things were lot safe and in control. Promoted to 'Senior Software Engineer' and his business card updated, Pandu now started to get offers for marraiges. Pandu had arrived.
He could associate with most of the music western. Remixes were original for him. Indian music had not kept pace with the times for him. But he himself had not kept pace nor learnt the western way of challenging and building new things. He was safe. Mediocre, but appreciated. It was good enough.
Pandu could now eat fresh vegetables as lunch, noodles with sticks!. He would also rice with toothpicks had be been taught. Tea was always machine-made with calorie-free sugar. Pepsi/coke were common until they were charged with pesticide content. 10% tip was the norm. Whatever be his personal attitude, service at hotels, banks mattered most. He hesitated to talk in his mother-tongue which would not fit his professional style. Eating without spoon/fork was impossible.
He boasted of tasty pizzas to foreign visitors when in contrary, they were bored to see the same places here. They wanted to see the rich cultural heritage we had. It surprised Pandu! Being able to drive everyday, he also felt proud when they told him they would never be able to drive in Bangalore. He expected every visiting place to have parking. The city had not kept pace with him, let alone the rest of places. They did not exist until he discovered them in the weekend trips.
Things had happened too fast for Pandu, not even giving him the time to think. He had become blind under the bright lights of his own cubicle. He did not even know when his soul and mind were taken out of him. There were scores of people like Pandu. The software industry waits for its downfall standing on such souls. It was now set to boom though.
Pandu- Senior Software Engineer
-------------------------------
Pandu, studied at decent college to get his degree at a place near Bangalore. His branch did not matter. The computer s/w industry was booming. Everyone was making money. Pandu followed suit. Even before he knew what he was doing, he was writing programs. He enjoyed doing it though. When the lab internals got tough, there were always backup of every program on the c:\windows folder to copy from.
Classes were rarely attended. Neither were many of his teachers good enough to make students learn. Getting good grades was easy. Four years in college few. Just after that, Pandu joined a MNC in the obvious city Bangalore, making his parents proud. He got a new business card for himself, a new bank account, a set of debit, credit cards for free. It was as if he was being pampered. Everything was new ; new cubicle, computer, phone, draw...no way he could be not proud.
Pandu's english started to refine. His office was a happening place. Just after a month of joining, a few sleepy training sessions later, he got his first bug to fix.
Meantime, he was made to learn how to eat, dress and talk "socially"; it was not that he had never ate in public, he was just not social-enough. Pandu, felt, he was finally learning some etiquettes. Those taught during his childhood looked old and silly. For him, work life was everything. He had to establish himself. The people who he worked with was his "public". And, he was appreciated.
Hikes and bonuses became common in course of time. Pandu started to compare himself with his friends and classmates working elsewhere. Though we was well-off, being among the top 5% of salaried class in India, he felt at a bit of loss. Software development seemed to become more and more routine. Bugs never seemed to end, adding to the frustration. He hated looking at code written by somebody else. It seemed to be a common problem among his peers. Coding was not as enjoyable as it used to be in his college, where he would sit for days mulling over programs and deriving great pleasure thus. But this was not to be expressed, he was earning enough.
In a year and half, he could not stand. He started complaining about his job to his manager. A few of his colleagues had moved jobs for higher salaries or had left to US. His manager could see it all. Pandu, was now to be sent to US too on a new project. All of Pandu's qualms were now laid to rest. He had always nurtured his affinity towards US, though not publicly expressed it. This was the time. He had heard and seen it on TV and he was now going to live it. Going to US, (with/without reason )was a statement of Pandu's competence.
In US, his new "friends" were his coleagues with whom he shared his apartment with. Two per room. Brought up in a orthodox family which was already stifling his neck, he began to experiment new things, true to the American culture. Experiments, became habits. Weekends were the only time when they boozed and were supposed to have fun.
Impressed by the american professionalism, he started wearing things which his new friends told him as "branded". Branded dressing became synonymous with neatness.
Pandu's love for experimentation and coding were not so important now. It was how he communicated with his peers, how he impressed his bosses, which mattered.
He was supposed to have fun with sports too. After planning over a hundred e-mails, buying lots of equipment, they played cricket. Pandu was now called Pandy, sounded something like a harmless bear. It was not unusual. Padmanabh became Paddy, Joshi became Jo, Satish became Satty. It was cool to be that way.
Six chilly months later, he was flown back to Bangalore, with a box of chocolates, among others. His mates in office were dissappointed to see the same chocolates that Shyam, Raghu and others had brought earlier too.
Pandu felt a feet taller back in his home. A magnetic force was repelling his contact with the ground below. His small stay had showed him how to "keep balance with work and personal lives", as if he never felt anything personal at his work. It had never occured to this poor soul earlier.
Pandu, the taller one, had now two freshers to look after, one of them a good-looking girl. He was now becoming a lead, his priorities implicit. His thirst to learn and experiment had almost died. Nor did it matter the concepts that were shown in his computer science books. Success now meant more responsibilities, more talk, better dressing. He was not afraid of bugs anymore. He had learnt how to talk them out to be non-issues.
When he talked to his american colleagues visiting his centre now, his accent would change. He had also gone through an accent reduction course. He never missed to teach the visitors a thing or two about cricket.
Having reached the other side of the globe, he now felt increasingly part of global community. International news mattered more. Bangalore had way too traffic and dirt. The garden city had become the pub capital of India. Buses were a clear no-no. Autos were costly and rude. Pandu, now bought a Hyundai Santro. He was the only traveller in the car for months, until his parents stepped in.
At work, Pandu now got involved in discussing functional specifications, along with a lot of other documents. He learnt to Microsoft Excel and Word better. Things were lot safe and in control. Promoted to 'Senior Software Engineer' and his business card updated, Pandu now started to get offers for marraiges. Pandu had arrived.
He could associate with most of the music western. Remixes were original for him. Indian music had not kept pace with the times for him. But he himself had not kept pace nor learnt the western way of challenging and building new things. He was safe. Mediocre, but appreciated. It was good enough.
Pandu could now eat fresh vegetables as lunch, noodles with sticks!. He would also rice with toothpicks had be been taught. Tea was always machine-made with calorie-free sugar. Pepsi/coke were common until they were charged with pesticide content. 10% tip was the norm. Whatever be his personal attitude, service at hotels, banks mattered most. He hesitated to talk in his mother-tongue which would not fit his professional style. Eating without spoon/fork was impossible.
He boasted of tasty pizzas to foreign visitors when in contrary, they were bored to see the same places here. They wanted to see the rich cultural heritage we had. It surprised Pandu! Being able to drive everyday, he also felt proud when they told him they would never be able to drive in Bangalore. He expected every visiting place to have parking. The city had not kept pace with him, let alone the rest of places. They did not exist until he discovered them in the weekend trips.
Things had happened too fast for Pandu, not even giving him the time to think. He had become blind under the bright lights of his own cubicle. He did not even know when his soul and mind were taken out of him. There were scores of people like Pandu. The software industry waits for its downfall standing on such souls. It was now set to boom though.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Progress??
Last month was a wonderful journey through SL Bhyrappa's eyes : 'Vamshavruksha'. Written with the imagination that would make sit and wonder whether Bhyrappa has met god! Everyday went by with a chapter or two, living the characters and their thoughts. Though he does play god in the novel, he leaves us with chilling thoughts of man's internal fights( easy to say 'dwandwa' in kannada).
Had heard somewhere that for being creative, one needs to have tolerance to ambiguity. Though it didn't sound interesting at that moment, this book really proved the point. I cannot explain. Buy it and read it.
We have become very lazy; so lazy that it can drive us out of our well-being. Lazyness was something to be desired in earlier times, and thats what made people do smarter things. It feels as if centuries of civilisation has done little to help a man live a good life. Good life was always possible, it was there to be taken and yet most of us don't have it, because of our laziness.
Our ancestors might have had a higher concept of well-being that we may now ignore as stupid rituals. There may also be areas of thought and feeling that we wouldn't have recognized at all in our lives.
Sometime back, on NDTV, they showed a guy who bent spoons, broke them with just mental power. Given that it is possible, would it not be believable that munis in ancient times could, as a curse, burn things?
We may also see that our forefathers used to do some really smart things which, in course of time, lost its meaning, and people couldn't identify reasons for doing them.
* Having lit light near gods in the evening which
a) would serve as a constant source of fire
b) would maintain a constant temperature when you sit for prayers
c) would be the best place to keep, since the place would be usually least disturbed due to wind
* Doing the parshyanchami before lunch/dinner so as to prevent insects from entering the food plate.
* Vedic mathematics which make our normal maths taught in schools silly.
* Treating animals, trees as gods, and thus protect them from destruction. ex: elephants, coconut trees etc.
* Treating a piece of paper as godess Saraswati, thus respecting it as a source of knowledge.
* Doing suryanamaskars which would keep the entire body fit
* Having to server a bit of salt before anything else is served, so that it may account for different tastes of people
* The concept of inviting friends, relatives to homes keeping a festival as a reason, making scope for socialising.
* The concept of making children join gurukulas, keeping them away from homes, in a disciplined environment and making them suitable to lead the rest of their lives.
We may never know the reasons for so many things that they used to do...but let us be open and not just discard whatever they did.
Had heard somewhere that for being creative, one needs to have tolerance to ambiguity. Though it didn't sound interesting at that moment, this book really proved the point. I cannot explain. Buy it and read it.
We have become very lazy; so lazy that it can drive us out of our well-being. Lazyness was something to be desired in earlier times, and thats what made people do smarter things. It feels as if centuries of civilisation has done little to help a man live a good life. Good life was always possible, it was there to be taken and yet most of us don't have it, because of our laziness.
Our ancestors might have had a higher concept of well-being that we may now ignore as stupid rituals. There may also be areas of thought and feeling that we wouldn't have recognized at all in our lives.
Sometime back, on NDTV, they showed a guy who bent spoons, broke them with just mental power. Given that it is possible, would it not be believable that munis in ancient times could, as a curse, burn things?
We may also see that our forefathers used to do some really smart things which, in course of time, lost its meaning, and people couldn't identify reasons for doing them.
* Having lit light near gods in the evening which
a) would serve as a constant source of fire
b) would maintain a constant temperature when you sit for prayers
c) would be the best place to keep, since the place would be usually least disturbed due to wind
* Doing the parshyanchami before lunch/dinner so as to prevent insects from entering the food plate.
* Vedic mathematics which make our normal maths taught in schools silly.
* Treating animals, trees as gods, and thus protect them from destruction. ex: elephants, coconut trees etc.
* Treating a piece of paper as godess Saraswati, thus respecting it as a source of knowledge.
* Doing suryanamaskars which would keep the entire body fit
* Having to server a bit of salt before anything else is served, so that it may account for different tastes of people
* The concept of inviting friends, relatives to homes keeping a festival as a reason, making scope for socialising.
* The concept of making children join gurukulas, keeping them away from homes, in a disciplined environment and making them suitable to lead the rest of their lives.
We may never know the reasons for so many things that they used to do...but let us be open and not just discard whatever they did.
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