Monday, November 30, 2015

A Requiem for Ancheri Sreekumar

My former colleague and friend Prof A Sreekumar is no more.  His sons took him to the US and the best doctors there, could not save him.  Cancer ultimately conquered him today in the wee hours of the morning. But he will live on in the memories of the hundreds of students and academics he touched in his life.




Though born of royal lineage of the Kochi maharajas, he was always humble; almost self-effacing.  He trained to be an engineer, became familiar with the leftist ideology in his college days and as was wont by the Keralites of his times, grew a beard. The time he spent as an MBA student of the School of Management under the tutelage of doyens like Prof MV Pylee and his merry men was another life changing experience.  Sreekumar started working in the same school as a teacher- a junior among the men who taught him but a giant intellectually. Somewhere along the line he was joined by Raji (Rajashree) his wife who lived with all the idiosyncrasies of a man in search of a different meaning in life.  Not the conventional life for him!  He then went off in search of more meaning to the Indian Institute of Management at Ahmedabad; another mind broadening experience.

Each class which he taught was an odyssey for him to plumb deeper depths.  He would spend hours in his preparation for class.  He would try to be as innovative as the circumstances would allow.  His ideas were lofty; even as his personal bearing and his clothes were modest.  Many are the academic battles in committees he has won on the mere merit of his arguments.  He would spend hours reading the answers of the students and grading them even as administrative tasks piled up and ate into his time. Truly admirable qualities.

Even when he was afflicted with the life threatening illness, he would still be on emails and Facebook keeping up with his interests on all things academic.  Even travelling after a serious surgery. Just recovering from the after effects of the surgery, he would be often commenting on events.  It was in the last two months that he became too ill to be active.  His last post on FB was a video of the NY Marathon taken from his bedroom window.  Rather symbolic for a man who ran an academic marathon for all his life- irrespective of whether he was rewarded monetarily for it or not. It didn’t matter whether he got the medal or not.  Ultimately, it was the race one ran that mattered! I guessed that things were not going well when the video came up.  There was no way he would have watched it from the bedroom window if he could have stepped down and watched it at eye level. I knew he was too ill.

A life well lived.  Proud to have known you, Sree.  Great to have learnt from you.  Wonderful to have shared life with you. And to have fought with you on matters academic. Happy to have lived life with you and laughed with you.  Go in peace, knowing that you have left the world enriched.  And given so much more than you have taken………


Bala@Goa

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Bathing With a Bucket of Water

These days, I bathe with a bucket of water.  I should say, I try to.  Why am I sharing this strange and very personal secret with you all?  It is partly as a water conservation measure and partly as a life style lesson I am hoping to adopt for the rest of my life.

My wife lived her early years in several African cities.  In the late seventies and eighties when she lived there with her teacher parents, they got posted in several towns. As a young adult she lived in Nigeria.  One commonality in all these places in those years was poor water supply to the towns.  As a University student, she had to lug water up three floors to her hostel room in jerry cans as the taps there ran dry most days. So she learnt the art of having a bath with small quantities of water.  She claims that she could have a decent bath in one small bucket of water if she was not washing her hair.  Now we have water in plenty, when she stands under the shower, she says that it is an indulgence. Just indulgence, and not essential to cleanliness.

I started having the “bucket shower” after a student of mine got severely burnt when the mixer of the shower at her home malfunctioned.  I got scared of using the showers with very temperamental mixers after that. Then I started doing this more often when I had to travel, in hotels and guest houses, where I was unsure of the efficiency of hot water mixers in the showers. Every Indian bathroom usually has a bucket and a mug and I started using that to sluice myself rather than risk getting myself scalded.    I am now convinced that I too can have a decent bath and shampoo my much shorter hair, with just one bucket of water. So far no one has mentioned that I am any less clean than in the days when I used to stand under the shower for 10 minutes or more – possibly using up several buckets of water. So a bath in one bucket of water is the order of the day.

I understand that they teach naval personnel to have something called a “Navy Shower”.  Wet yourself, stop the shower, soap yourself well all over and wash yourself clean under the shower.  On board ships where clean water is a premium that is the way to go.   My “bucket shower” is similar.  If one carefully wets oneself, one can wet the whole body with a couple of mugs of water. Soap well, shampoo the head and with the water in the rest of the bucket one is done. No need to wait for the water to boil up in the heaters.  You get the water at the same temperature as you began as one is using only one bucket.  All round, less resources being used.

How would it be if one starts using less resource for everything?  Would life be good?  I am going to try that in to the future.  Now when I buy something, I will not buy two of it if just one serves my purpose.   One pen in the pocket is good enough.  No need for that expensive one which “makes one Paul”. I am now going to wait for the shirt to really fray up before buying the next one.  Get the shoes resoled more than once.  Reuse everything in my personal life.   So the next time, if you see me with a slightly frayed collar, don’t let it bother you. Walk on because I’m trying to do my little bit to live life less wastefully.


Bala@Panaji