Tuesday, 1 June 2021

UNHAPPY HORMONES

The stress caused by lockdowns and homebound existence has rekindled interest in the “Happiness Hormones”. WhatsApp groups and Social Media posts are suddenly informing us about Endorphins, Serotonin, Dopamine and Oxytocin and advising us how to generate them in our brains – by exercising, self-gratification, praise, love, dark chocolates and thankfulness. Heretofore a domain of doctors, psychiatrists and psychotherapists, the field of hormones has been laid bare for the common man to venture into and become an expert in his own right. Well, I guess no damage is done by treading the happiness path or by overdoing the dose of happiness. It should only beget more happiness.

What set me thinking, however, was a chord that while deep and extensive study has been done on happiness hormones, which positively affect humans, research that has empowered medical professionals to address depression, sadness and anxiety, no research has been done in the opposite direction. I am sure there are unhappy hormones which not only affect the individual, but society at large and organisations, commercial and non-profit, in many subtle and unexplained ways. I present some possibilities:

The Jealousy Hormone – This affects even happy people (does it?) and is a constant obstacle in the path of healthy growth of individuals and his surroundings. The jealousy hormone makes the jealous pull down the more successful, thwart good deeds, and create an environment of suspicion and distrust in the organisation and society. It makes the patient seethe inside over some amorphous flame, which churns the stomach and burns the heart thus incapacitating the person from doing any fruitful work.

The Revenge Hormone – Revenge is different than anger. The latter is scientifically understood and there are medicines and counsellors available to address it. Revenge is a low intensity, under-the-radar warfare that goes on unnoticed in afflicted minds and erupts out of hiding to cause sudden and massive damage. It can drive the patient to cunning and destructive thoughts, where the target of the devious scheme could be an individual, a department, the whole company, or even the country. Revenge, when it manifests itself after the low-heat simmering, can destroy people, reputations, organisations, and complete nations.

The Frustration Hormone – This hormone creates a constant feeling of inadequacy, of not-having-arrived, and of underachievement in the patient. No matter how high he rises, how much money he earns, or the recognition he gets, there will always be someone higher, richer, and more famous, or at least more loved. The frustration hormone causes sullenness and grumpiness and thereby depresses performance – thus causing further frustration. This hormone is a self-catalysing chemical; a small presence of it in the brain seeds more and more of it.

Cut-throat Hormone – This hormone often coexists with the jealousy hormone and is actually stimulated by the latter. The sufferer tends to harbour a deep-seated hatred for anyone around him who works harder, smarter and achieves more. The cut-throat hormone fuels the patient to sabotage the perceived competitor. No, it is not the Indian crab, who does the pulling-down rather openly and shamelessly. Cutting throat is an act of quietly sitting in ambush and bringing about deft destruction of the other person. It is generally on play between two persons, but if left untreated, becomes an organisational trait and epidemic.

I am sure you can think up of many more brain chemicals like this, such as the Red-Tape Hormone, the Constant-Bickering Hormone and possibly the Sycophancy Hormone. But all these Unhappy Hormones have two things in common – their impact is more widespread than the Happy ones and that they have not been studied as a neurochemical challenge. Indeed, organisational experts and management gurus have merely mentioned the manifest outcome of these chemicals as negative behaviour leading to organisational dysfunction, but never as a brain study.

Understandably doctors will not venture into organisational or social issues. The area belongs to managers and business leaders, even political advisors. Has a time come to join hands and set up an Unhappy Hormones Research Foundation? Maybe if we do so, we will have the pandemic to thank one thing for.

 


 

 

 


                                                  

Sunday, 9 May 2021

हारेगा यह महाप्रलय

क्या प्रलय इसे ही कहते हैं?

प्रियजन अपनों को त्वरित छोड़ 

बिन बोलेमुँह को मूक मोड़ 

चल दिये अकेले बिन विदाई

इसके पहले कि व्यथा आई

सब स्वाहा सब कुछ भस्म हुआ

क्या नाश इसी को कहते हैं?


इसके पहले कि समझ सके

मानव थोड़ा कुछ सम्हल सके

कैसी विपदा कैसा संकट

कितना प्रचंड कैसा उत्कट

यह महाकाल का आनाक्या

विध्वंस इसी को कहते हैं?


शय्या पर लेट साँस रुकती

पर आँखें दूर-पास तकतीं

कोई भी निकट नहीं दिखता

ऐसे में जीवन क्यों टिकता

आँखों की बेबस है पुतली

ग्रीवा में है नली डली

हिचकी भी नहीं निकल पाती

अब हिलती है जीवन-बाती

बिन बोले क्या होगा प्रयाण

क्या आन पड़ा मृत्यु प्रमाण

ना शब्द विदा के निकल सके

क्यों दूर खड़े हैं विकल सगे


दो गज ज़मीन तो तय थी पर

दो गज की दूरी बहुत हुई

अर्थी को कंधा नहीं मिला

क्या इस जीवन का यही सिला

धू-धू कर जलती अग्नि है

पर निकट  भ्राता-भगिनी है

सर्वनाश संबंधों का

क्या प्रलय इसे ही कहते हैं


यह कैसा प्रबल बवंडर है

यह भय जो सबके अंदर है

क्या होगा कैसे होगा कब

यह अंधियारा जायेगा कब

क्या नष्ट हुआ मानव जीवन

टूटी सभ्यता की सीवन

क्या प्रलय इसी को कहते हैं


पर कभी तो सूरज जागेगा

यह तमस कभी तो भागेगा

मानव सहता आया प्रहार

झेले हैं इसने कई कुठार

इस बार विजय फिर से होगी

विपदा ख़त्म निश्चय होगी

बस थोड़ा धीरज और करो

प्रत्यंचा कस, बाण धरो

यह कीट चतुर है पातक है

पर शौर्य हमारा घातक है

विजय हमारी है निश्चय

हारेगा तय है महाप्रलय

हारेगा तय है महाप्रलय

Thursday, 22 April 2021

श्रीमतीजी की मुस्कान

श्रीमतीजी महीनों से मुँह फुलाये बैठी हैं। लॉकडाउन कोई मैंने तो लगाया नहीं, मोदीजी ने लगाया था, फिर सारा ग़ुस्सा मुझपर क्यों? मैंने कहा कि भागवान दो हजार चौबीस आया ही चाहता है - इस बार  मोदी जी को हरा कर ही छोड़ना। पर वो तो मुझे ही मोदी मानकर झुँझलाहट निकाल रही हैं। फिर सोचा कहीं से एक ईवीएम का जुगाड़ करके घर में ही एक मॉक वोटिंग करवा कर श्रीमती जी को इस घरेलू मोदी को हराने का संतोष प्राप्त करवाया जाये। सुना है कि कुछ लोग जीपों में ईवीएम मशीन लेकर घूम रहे हैं और इसी प्रकार के उपक्रम के लिये किराये पर दे रहे हैं। उनका फ़ोन नंबर हो तो भेजियेगा।

फिर सोचा कि दीवारों पर एशियन या नेरोलैक पेंट करवा लिया जाये। इससे दो फ़ायदे होंगे। पहला तो यह कि दीवारें बोल उठेंगी और श्रीमती जी को गप-शप करने के लिये कंपनी मिल जायेगी। दूसरा यह कि बच्चे कागज-कॉपी छोड़कर दीवारों पर आड़े-तिरछे चित्र बनाने लगेंगे, टोमेटो केचप और अचार का तेल पोतने लगेंगे। टीवी की मॉडल-माता की तरह श्रीमतीजी के चेहरे पर मुस्कान फूट पड़ेगी, और वह फ़ौरन साबुन पानी से दीवारों को साफ़ करने को लपक लेंगी और मातृत्व के सच्चे सुख में डूब जाएँगी। यहॉं तौलिया ज़रा तिरछा टाँगने पर अपने को घंटों जीवन की शिक्षा और पूर्वजों तक को उपदेश दे डाला जाता है, वहाँ बच्चे दीवार पर चाहे गोबर लेप डालें, उनपर ननिहाल से मिले गुणों का प्रमाणपत्र वार दिया जाता है। फ़र्क़ नेरोलैक पेंट का ही लगता है।


तभी सर्फ़ एक्सेल के दाग अच्छे हैं वाला संदेश याद आया। छोरा स्कूल से आते समय धूल उड़ाता, कीचड़ में लोटता, और साइकिल की चेन के काले ग्रीज़ को आस्तीन पर पोंछता घर में दाखिल हुआ नहीं कि माँ की ख़ुशी की सीमा नहीं रहती।अब सर्फ़ एक्सेल के दस रुपये के पैक के पैसे वसूल, नहीं तो डबल-रोटर और ट्रिपल फ़ंक्शन वाला वाशिंग मशीन तो है ही। माता का वात्सल्य उमड़ पड़ता है, “ऐ मेरे लाल, तूने इन चीकट कपड़ों का जो सुख मुझे दिया है वो तेरे पापा की साफ़ क़मीज़ क्या ख़ाक देगी!” कभी-कभी सोचता हूँ ये स्कूलवाले आख़िरी घंटी कपड़े गंदे करने के लिये रिज़र्व कर लें और बच्चों को तरह-तरह के कचरानुमा दाग लगाने की ट्रेनिंग दें तो गृहणियों का जीवन सफल हो जाये और दांपत्य जीवन में ख़ुशियों की बहार आ जाये।


लगता है कि मैंने श्रीमती जी के स्थाई सुख की तरकीब ढूँढ ली है, बस अमल करना बाक़ी है। लेकिन बच्चे बड़े हो गये हैं।अब दीवारों पर चित्रकारी नहीं करते, ना ही कपड़े गंदे करते हैं। अब घर सैनिटाईज़ हो गया है, और उदास भी।


Saturday, 27 March 2021

Ashoka University? Where is That?

Resignation of a certain Pratap Bhanu Mehta and another certain Arvind Subramaniam from a fledgling University, named grandiosely after the great Emperor Ashok, is supposed to have shaken the very foundations of freedom and liberal thought in the country. M/S Mehta and Subramaniam may well be great academicians as fellow intellectuals certify, but I fail to understand the arrogation of the role of the “seat of liberal thought and abode of free minds” by the Ashoka (with an extra A) University and lamentations on its subsequent fall from the high tower of our moral radar.


Set up in 2014, the Ashoka University is acclaimed to have become the very font of liberal expression in the country. Duh, really! In just six years? And, acclaimed by whom? This self-important pompous self-award of the title of “wielder of moral compass of the nation” by an infant university, as lifespans of universities go, is jarring at best and cocky grandiosity at worst. Not more than a couple of batches of students may have passed out from its portals and they have yet to leave a mark on the society they are expected to lead to great heights. Classifying such a university as a great thought leader just on the basis of a beautiful building and a clutch of liberal arts professors cobbled up from afar, is  unacedemic and unappetising.


It claims to run on free and unencumbered donations and on American level of exorbitant tuition fees, which will attract only the privileged and the elite and yet will propound theories of egalitarian social order. It cannot claim nor can it be thrust upon with the greatness of an Oxford (set up in 1096), a Cambridge (1209), or even an Al Azhar (970). The protestor gang writing copiously in English media to defend M/S Mehta and Subramanian also imply that a great seat of learning has been toppled and the free society in India is gasping for air. Well, Gentlemen and Ladies! Great seats of learning are built after centuries of honing and burnishing, unrelenting pursuit of excellence of scholarship and pedagogy. Even in the new world, the great universities of Harvard (1636) and Princeton(1746) took the long path, not the one beaten by media and cronies. Yale University, the epitome of liberal thought and dissent, a JNU to the world, was setup in 1701 and did not achieve its stardom in six years, fifty years or even a hundred.


Being new is not a disqualification by any means. In India private institutions as new as the Shiv Nadar University (set up in 2011), the Amity University (2010) and the SRM University among many others have served the society well, not only in liberal arts but also in science and technology. Even the Lovely Professional University of Jalandhar is a privately funded institution, has a far bigger campus, more beautiful buildings and larger faculty and massive student populations. But none of them claim to be leading lights of humanity. I really wonder how the Ashoka University has assumed such pompous grandiosity in just six years!


In a country, where every Tom, Dick and Harry can abuse the Prime Minister on live TV and rogue gangs of students profess breaking-up of the motherland in college campuses, I wonder what retributions challenged the conscience of M/S Mehta and Subramaniam and what stabbed the already bleeding hearts of English speaking upholders of societal values. Whatever may have ploughed these heartbreaking scars on them, the Ashoka University cannot claim to have achieved any stardom riding their backs.


I would like to suggest to the Ashoka University faculty and its backers to sit down at their tables, do some hard and gruelling academic work, publish some incisive research papers, study-documents and turn out students, year after year, who serve the humanity with humility, compassion and foresight. Mere conferences and patronages do not a great institution make. They should make a good beginning by rechristening the University the Ashok University (without the anglicising A) for that was the name of the great Emperor.

Sunday, 7 March 2021

How Long a Life is Long Enough

Three scores and ten is the ideal lifespan as the Bible puts it. Indians bless others by wishing that they live a hundred years, “Shataayu bhav.” In Japan many are already living past hundred. So it would seem that as one moves Eastward the ideal lifespan increases. Well, except the interrupting geography of maybe Syria, Iraq, Afghanistan and Pakistan, where a thirty year life expectancy would count as a blessing.

So, how long should one desire to live? Should it be five generations of automobile technology, fifty of mobile phones or five hundred security updates of Windows? On the conventional calendar should it be seventy years, or eighty, or a century? No matter what we do to prolong our lives - new generation medicines, detoxing regimen, health food, exercise and yoga - the human body slowly degenerates inside. Bones become weak, blood vessels clog up, heart muscles start to waste and neurons begin to die at an alarmingly increasing rate. Evolution has given us enough time to grow up in a society, learn speech and culture, science and philosophy, give birth to children to leave our genes behind and then prepare to die.


In the interregnum between birth and death we make friends, build relations, learn a vocation, acquire worldly things and pleasures all of which make our sojourn on the planet a fulfilling one. From the beginning of the recorded history, about three thousand years before Christ till today, we have had less than two hundred generations of humans. These two hundred have seen all the peace and wars, all the love and hate, all the diseases and misery, all the learning and all rise and fall of civilisations. Those yet to come will see more of the same, though at a much faster pace of social and technological transformations. 


Will we be happy to extend our lives while the frame continuously weakens and dependence on others gradually increases? Will a life with dentures, artificial knees, bypass arteries in our chests, transplanted kidneys and pacemakers be worth the enjoyment in the additional time that one’s wealth could buy? What if one extends one’s life using all the science and technology at hand, but the near and dear ones decide not to, or can’t afford to? Will such a lonely life be worth living?


I think that the appropriate, or the most desirable, time to depart is just when one’s children begin to grow old. Bringing them into this world, frolicking with them and raising them to be good humans and strong and independent individuals is the very fulfilment of life. But, seeing them go over the hill, grey at the temples and become even a little frail would be too painful. In the movie INTERSTELLAR the eagerly awaited, but tragic reunion of Murph, the daughter and Cooper, the father keeps haunting me. Cooper has returned after a long space-time travel and while he remains the same age, his daughter Murph, who was left behind, has aged to 99 and is on her deathbed. She breaks down on seeing her father, but tells him go away as “no parent should have to watch their own child die”. Seeing a child grow old and weak would be only a little less sad.


Of course dying is not in one’s hand and it must happen when the heavens call. But I see merit in the Sanyas Ashram prescribed in the Hindu way of life, which requires that in the last quartile of life one must move away from the world and its attachments to live a life of gratefulness, prayers and solitude. I guess Sanyas Ashram also lays down what to do when the end comes - how to welcome and embrace death. Let me read the scriptures and find out.


Watch the Interstellar scene here.

https://youtu.be/ECjYsWLgy3I