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Depression is Getting Younger!

Children these days grow up much faster than ever before. Unfortunately, they also acquire the curse of adulthood much earlier than earlier. Who would have thought in our childhood that a four year-old boy can fall prey to serious depression, only because one of his mates at the play-school talks faster, runs faster and finishes puzzles faster than him? Unfortunately for him, his parents mistake his blues for reluctance to go to school and fail to see the signals. Today the child’s future is dependent on a long and continuous medical journey.

Normally, clinical depression is a state of intense sadness, melancholia or despair that has advanced to the point of being disruptive to an individual’s social functioning and/or activities of daily living.

But if you are a parent or guardian of a child that has been identified with a neurobiological brain disorder (NBD), or mental illness, you would have to go that extra mile to best judge of your child’s special needs and particular strengths – along with the cause and the treatment of the same. It is almost always a long drawn journey.

Neurobiological disorders, neurobiological brain disorders (NBD), and mental illness are terms used for a group of brain disorders that cause disturbances in thinking, feeling, or relating. These disorders result in a substantially reduced capacity for coping with the ordinary demands of everyday life.

If you suspect your child is ill, or if a teacher or your doctor suggests that your child should be evaluated, you should seek a professional’s advice viz. a psychiatric evaluation by a child and adolescent specialist.

Modern day psychiatrists generally believe that all brain disorders have a biological underpinning. These doctors then outline the kind of treatment they believe will be most appropriate for your child. You will want to choose a professional who respects your role and views the family not as part of the child’s problem, but as a strength the child can build on. After all, don’t all parents wish their children good more than anyone else in the world?

Yes, as a parent, you are the first one to notice any changes in the behavioural pattern in your child. By instinct then, you would be the first doctor too. It is imperative for the doctor you choose to understand that truth.

As an extension of the same, exercise the right to ask and make the doctor explain all his assumptions and treatments. Simply because what he or she might be terming unusual or usual for children might not be so for your own child.
If you have been able to get an accurate diagnosis, you are well on your way. Your child’s psychiatrist may offer medication or a combination of medication and psychotherapy. The doctor may suggest that another person (such as a social worker or psychologist (provide the therapy while he overseas the medication. The therapist generally talks extensively with the child about his feelings and conflicts, his current problems, and how to establish good relationships with those around him.

As you see, it eventually builds down to building relationships with the child. Why not you be the first one to build a solid one?

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When to talk to the doctor about your child’s mental health?

Younger Children

  • Marked fall in school performance.
  • A lot of worry or anxiety, as shown by regular refusal to go to school, go to sleep or take part in activities that are normal for the child’s age.
  • Hyperactivity; fidgeting; constant movement beyond regular playing.
  • Persistent nightmares.
  • Persistent disobedience or aggression (longer than 6 months) and provocative opposition to authority figures.
  • Frequent, unexplainable temper tantrums.

Pre-adolescents and Adolescents

  • Marked change in school performance.
  • Abuse of alcohol and/or drugs.
  • Inability to cope with problems and daily activities.
  • Marked changes in sleeping and/or eating habits.
  • Many complaints of physical ailments.
  • Aggressive or non-aggressive consistent violation of rights of others; opposition to authority, truancy, thefts, vandalism.
  • Intense fear of becoming obese with no relationship to actual body weight.
  • Depression shown by sustained, prolonged negative mood and attitude, often accompanied by poor appetite, difficulty sleeping or thoughts of death.
  • Frequent outbursts of anger.

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Chaa Ki Aankh – A Reality Show by Kitli Times

The other day, all the noise created by Big Brother and its smaller Boss finally got the kitlis talking about the format of TV shows. “What’s the point of calling it a reality show when the cameras are switched off in sandaas-jhajhroo (loo).

Indians ni aakhkhi reality tyanj dekhai jaai chhe. (The real Indian-ness is generally seen in the loos only) As they say, don’t go by the suites of a 5-star hotel, go by the state of public toilets to guage a nation’s progress”.

“Alya, don’t you have enough of the ‘show’ while going to work that you want it on television too?”

“Abey, that is to remove the mask of sophistication from fake artists.”

“Chhee, VIBHATSYA (gross)”

The conversation may or may not have moved towards much sense, but it got us thinking about the truth. Yes, do we Amdavadis have any sense of public etiquette?

That the nation of India as a whole too fails on that front can’t be much of a justification, can it?

So KITLI TIMES has decided to add its bit to the subject. And with that we definitely don’t  mean donating a bit of us to public places. 😉 We wish to document and present the truth that we have always known; but have never been confronted with. Of course, keeping in mind the perennially zestful nature of KITLI TIMES, care would be taken to not take life too seriously. No one has ever come out of it alive anyway, right?

So then, here’s the story:

The KT team would be posted in FIVE of the most popular tea stalls at some of the most vantage points in western Ahmedabad. The ‘catchment area’ is arrived upon keeping in mind the fact that not only are the selected kitlis very well known and popular but also provide the best sample mix – comprising anyone between an IAS officer to a daily wage earner. Furthermore, because of logistical reasons, the magazine is presently unable to cover unknown kitlis at places like Odhav, Ghatlodia, Sarkhej or Ambli.  The areas in question are University Road, Drive-In Road, Nehru Nagar, CG Road and IIM Road for the whole of March. (Oh yes birather, you are going to be watched by the Big Birather).

If you can’t better it, make it really bad, they say. So here is League magazine, with Ahmedabad’s first-ever reality show – CHAA KI AANKH. The editor of KT first apologises to her parents and then to all Amdavadis for choosing an almost risque name for a thoroughly harmless and fun contest. The idea is to be able to live profound truths of life through laughter. Profound truth like, kitlis of Ahmedabad produce more gas than that produced by the entire Krishna-Godavari basin.

Rest assured, the KT reality show is not a bagful of convoluted gas and like ever, does not intend to raise any stink. Pun clearly unintended.;-)

The KT reality show derives its name, as it is reasonably evident, from the contest being about people being observed at kitli (chaa) stalls. The purpose, is to observe the public conduct of our super-successful sales executives, design whiz-kids, Einstein wannabes, dreamy-eyed students and, of course, the common Amdavadis who love their cup of tea at the kitlis.

The winner would be the one who:

  • Does not refer to ANYONE’s ‘pujya ma and pyari behan’
  • Does not hold, adjust or scratch his crotch
  • Does not have paunch and does not ‘spill out’ of the ‘moodhha’
  • Brings friends of the fairer sex for the most number of times
  • (Woman coming alone or women in group earn max points here)
  • Praises the world the most / Criticises the world the least

8 KT representatives (all students) are going to start their work from March 1st. They would just observe behaviour, try and hear the conversation and note it down in their notepads / or message box of their mobile. More soon.

Come, let’s sip some gyan together.

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Jonty Road ni Baithak

Somewhere, in the middle of Ahmedabad, there is a road called Jonty Road. The road takes its name from one Jayanti Desai, whom the pol kids call Jonty kaka. No one knows his age but he seems to be of the Gandhian days. Or maybe not; considering he is shrewd enough to call his kitli ‘Jonty Road Tea Center’.

The lucky person whose question was selected by Jonty Kaka this month is Jagrut Bakshi from C G Road. His question is:

Jonty Kaka, who amongst Sachin, Lara and Inzamam would have the best farewell from ODIs after the World Cup? And Why?

Jonty Kaka Replies:

“Boagghas question. The question itself shows how little you know of cricket and cricketers. The best farewell would be that of Brian Lara. (“Because he would be playing at his home ground?” – Jagrut asks) “Alya nai. Because aapda waala retire-aj kyaan thaai chhe! (When do cricketers from our part of the world ever retire?) No retirement then what farewell haara-o ne. ”

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Ahmedabad’s Not Happening

The following is an extract from I Am Ahmedabad, a collection of short stories

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Sabarmati flowing bank to bank; if only it could happen a couple of years earlier!

You know, this is almost a symbol of things. Here even the river with seven bridges is dry. Dry, that’s the word for Ahmedabad.

Yeah right, so why don’t you go back to your goddamn south Mumbai? Ahmedabad’s not happening, my foot!

Two years since, I still remember every detail of that last fight with Ritu. Though, time has ensured that thoughts about her no longer make me sad. I guess now they just add to the emptiness. Sounds funny doesn’t it, the more thoughts I have the more empty I feel!
Luckily, in our city people talk loud enough to shake anyone off his thoughts. And so did, what seemed, a newly wed couple while passing me by. I think I clearly heard the guy complain to his partner:

Badhi waar maarej kyam sharuvaat karvi pade chhe? Kyaarek tu aagad wadhi ne mane kiss nathi kari shakti? [Why is it that it’s always me who takes the lead; can’t you at times take charge and kiss me?]

You either want it or you get it. You can’t have both. I can never forget the day when my relationship with Ritu was, quite literally, sealed in public. Hugging a friend as a greeting was the norm with our group at CEPT, especially when meeting someone after a longish period. I’d just hugged Neha and Mamta and was about to hug Hanif when, suddenly, Ritu came from nowhere and kissed me full on my mouth. Amidst loud cheers and Ritu’s wicked grin, I was clearly at the receiving end of wits.

I thought today’s a nice day to go official with our thing – Ritu couldn’t help hide her glee on catching me off-guard.
Coming merely an year and a half after my falling for her from day one, I thought it was a bit too fast for me! But I guess she’d not only heard the first thud but had also come to know me well by then –

I don’t think you were ever going to do this, were you?

Of course not, you must be kidding! If only I could say even that much. But it wasn’t necessitated. Our thing was already, as she’d put it, official.

Unlike me, Ritu wasn’t unanimously popular at CEPT. Maybe because I was just a regular sports guy and kept my talking to a minimum while Ritu was the quintessential ‘you know, I think…’ kind. Now when I think about it, I suspect it might also have been because she never believed that she was ever going to stay back in the city.

Oh, the couple, by the way, has stopped just a few steps away from me, laughing, at some joke I guess. Seems they have already made up. They must be coming here everyday to share some togetherness away from the family. Whatever. But they look contented by the way they walk away, holding hands.

Thinking about me? [Ritu SMSes during a lecture]

Feel like having a walk out in the rain holding your hand. [I reply, thinking that was the first time anyone had ever told that to his girlfriend!]

Why do you always get stuck at holding hands? 😉

What have you got against holding hands?

Nothing, except that by the time your hand reaches my shoulder, it would be time to get married. 😉

So?

So… then if we are in Ahmedabad, we would be sitting on a bridge or at a roadside paav-bhaaji stall or a multiplex, like one boring married couple. And yes, we would be holding hands ….

Things were getting increasingly agonising. Can’t spend the evening like this. I rush towards my Maruti 800 and almost dangerously start speeding towards Escape, the only discotheque worth its salt in the town. It was a favourite with Ritu. She had made weekends at Escape a habit for both of us. You should’ve seen how completely at home she’d felt amidst the disc’s partly global and largely ‘me too’ populace. But then, she’d felt comfortable even with me! All thought and dismissed, even I used to look forward to the weekends. Ritu’s company and music the way I like, loud, was a heady concoction.

But today it’s feeling so different. No satin to hold on to, no fragrance to breathe, no nectar to fill my years and no bliss for my lips. Today it is just a crowded place playing music that bounces off your ears. I look around to find a friendly face, in vain. Even the in-house DJ has changed.   Back on the highway: I can’t help but think about the mails that Ritu and I have exchanged since our resolve to go separate ways. The last one was special. It carried the memoirs of our first date anniversary at the Science City, about 4 years ago. We had celebrated the day with the first ever show of an IMAX movie in Ahmedabad. The mail also recollected how she had first talked to my mom that day. And how we had almost broken off after I’d refused to streak my hair, in spite of her million requests.

And then suddenly the car engine stops humming – right in the middle of the bridge over Narmada Canal. I give a few futile shots to the ignition key. Damn! I get out of the car and kick the front wheel in despair. Not by any stretch of imagination, does it feel like the day when Ritu and I were stranded here three years ago. Of course, when you are in love, even getting stranded on a highway seems romantic. That day, we had walked down, along the side of the Canal. Those who’ve been to the Canal would know how the place hosts a few couples every hour of the day. As we walked further down, we crossed one oblivious couple after another, hugging, kissing and at times getting a little naughty.

When in Rome, do as Romans do. I clearly remember an excited Ritu’s nervous urge.

We went to the place many times after that. In fact, gradually we had found out all the possible places along the Sarkhej-Gandhinagar highway for a little intimate rendezvous under stars. But after tiding over the initial Everest of hormones, car breakdowns had become dangerously close to heartbreak.

There goes Ahmedabad’s favourite car again.

In those early days, I was too much in love with her to give any thought to such comments from Ritu. But soon, her contempt for anything Amdavadi became the crux of disagreements between us. And before we knew, heated exchanges had become a daily affair. Till we had that final big fight.

Pushing a car on a desolate, non-lit stretch of highway while thinking about a lost love, wow!

One look into the bonnet when under a street lamp and I realize that it is the same old carburetor. 11:30 PM, the car stereo clock tells me. Cursing my luck, I get down working on the darn thing.

It’s 12:30 AM. Moments ago I’d brought an end to a torturous evening. Not wanting to do anything is one thing and doing what you do anyway is quite another. So I get down to checking e-mails. Sure enough, I can see one from her.

Two years and 3 ‘happening’ boyfriends later, I’ve realized that while Ahmedabad used to invite me everywhere, Cuffe Parade wouldn’t Have … if I were different…. like you.  And the truth is, after living out every fantasy, I’m finally becoming like you. I know I am … because my friends tell me that I’m no longer happening…

… I’ll be in Ahmedabad this Navaratri, wanting to start a new life for myself. Will you come to receive me … with that ring?

God! I immediately go for my trouser pocket; and take out my wallet. Yes, my God yes, it’s still with me. I had forgotten to throw the ring in Sabarmati today.

Phew!

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Tumhe mere doodh ka vaasta, lauta doh mujhe mera raasta

With the Gujarat high court getting tough on stray cattle on roads, Jignesh’s, Jigna’s, hamari, tumhari and the nation’s mataa is left with no option but to appeal for her rights to form colonies on roads. She gets furious as she talks of all
the things that she had to do to raise us all Amdavadis.

Moo! Myself Bhuriben Chavvawala. And I am writing this to let you all know what a piece of flea-caught-in-a-dry dog-pile you are. After living at our mercy and on our milk, chhaas and cheese on pijjha, you have the cheek to throw us out of our home? I don’t know about others, but you’ll have to have a clear road over my dead body. For I ain’t going anywhere. Have you forgotten, “gaai hamari maata hai, road pe unka khaata hai?”

I was born right on this road. At 2 in the night, when my mom was crying in agony, one of you had thrown a stone at her, asking her to shut up. Do you know that the stone had actually hit me? At 2 in the night, seconds after my birth? Even though I could barely understand her – come on, I was barely born – my mom had told me plainly, “road na kutra aney lokon na pathra thhi hamesh bachi ne rehje”.

At least dogs know why they bark at us all the time. I mean I hope they do; because I’ve never been able to understand why they just keep on barking and do nothing more.

Anyway, they bark at us for territory issues or they play the dogs that they are; but what is the issue with you people? What is the issue between you and me?

You don’t want to live on the roads, do you? And as for traffic, after acknowledging for decades, our contribution towards saving on the cost of speed breakers and road dividers, why have we suddenly become a nuisance? And did you say nuisance? Saala nakhkhotia, taaru satyanash thaai. Maney nuisance boley chhe!

Carl Lewis had once said that more than the Taj Mahal, the thing that he liked was the way his car had to be stopped every other then because of cattle on the roads. I say, bring him to Ahmedabad. Make him stay at Taj Ummed and ask him to cross even the airport circle to reach the airport. I’m sure he would never want to go back only. In fact he would call Michael Jackson also. All that foreign exchange only because of us.

But that would require a little foresight. Something that you people don’t have. Have you ever realised that unless you make alternative arrangements, all the Amdavadi roads would become one garbage box full of plastic bags? Who would clean them if we don’t eat them? If you want we can give milk directly in pouches.

I don’t know anything. Either think of it as interest on my milk or my plain challenge. Either agree nicely or I know how to MOO you.

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Relations are Mere Relative Descriptions of Emotions

What do we mean by the term ‘relationship’? Or by its parent term ‘relation’? Does the meaning of either derive itself from concrete scientific explanation or do the terms reflect the ‘evolution of societal nomenclature’ over a period of centuries? Importantly, how flexible are the terms?

From ‘are you in a relationship’ being the question of life and death for a teenage boy chatting with a girl of his age on Internet, to ‘aakhir tumhara uske saath rishta kya hai’ being the bread and butter line of all Hindi film script-writers of yesteryears to a more universal ‘worsening of relations between the two faiths’ because of war on Iraq, we are surrounded by a stream of consciousness that has a central role for this all-encompassing entity called ‘relation’ or ‘relationship’.

Keeping aside Einstein’s theory of relativity and all things scientific, let’s think aloud about what do human relations stand for?

Oxford dictionary defines ‘relation’ as ‘the way in which one person is related / connected to another’ and ‘relationship’ as ‘state or instance of being related’. However the interesting one is the description of the   colloquial usage of the word ‘relationship’: ‘emotional (including sexual) association between two people’.

There you are – the modern, colloquial expression equates ‘relation’ with ‘emotion’; thereby reflecting the gradual, but definite, evolution of every aspect of human life, including its meaning itself.

Whether we consider human life to be a gift by God or we go by Darwin’s theory of evolution, one truth that emerges is that the early humans – of a particular geographic location – would have formed groups on the basis of both emotions and functional needs. The rugged ones would have formed a group and would have gone together for hunting and then later distributed the ‘booty’ to others. And so would have started their living together. Either by might or sheer attraction of their physicality, women would have later joined the ‘family’. Brothers, sisters, in-laws etc were not a part of the early vocabulary. Well, when there was no language itself, the question of nomenclature becomes redundant for that era  anyway.

‘Kinship’, another term for ‘relation’ in western societies, and defined as the most basic principle of organizing individuals into social groups, roles, and categories, was originally thought to be determined by biological descent. But American anthropologist David M. Schneider in his work on Symbolic Kinship (1984, A Critique of The Study of Kinship) had challenged that assumption. He had claimed that while anthropologists had founded the domain of ‘kinship’ on the notions of human reproduction and the biologically-defined-relatedness of their own Euro-American culture, human reproduction and notions of biological relatedness cannot be presumed to structure people’s social relationships in other cultural contexts.

In other words, ‘kinship’  may not stand for the same thing in different cultural contexts!

What explains the uniqueness of ‘relation’ with respect to a culture subset is ‘ Kinship terminology’. It  refers to the words used in a specific culture to describe a specific system of familial relationships. Translators usually find it impossible to translate directly the kinship terms of a society that uses one system into the language of a society that uses a different system.

What else is a relation – except and only except between parent(s) and child – but an emotion or expression of that emotion?

And yet, how many times have we heard that when the son grows big enough to wear his father’s shirts, the father should start treating the son as his friend? It is even more pronounced for women. The moment a girl hits puberty, her mother almost instantly becomes her biggest ‘friend, philosopher & guide’.

Functions change; thereby bringing a change, first in emotions and then in expression of those emotions.

For example, in Sudan, no two relatives share the same term. While in Hawaii, they classify only in terms of sex and generation. So, grandmother-grandfather, mother-father and brother-sister are the only names for everyone else in the family.

Clearly, if every woman of my parents’ generation is called ‘mother’ by me (as in Hawaii), there’s not much of biology involved there, right?

One can argue, and naturally so, that whatever might be the logic, biology is involved between me and my mother after all.

Yes there is, but unless you substitute a polar bear with a royal bengal tiger, even a mother would not be able to tell between her own two-minute old baby and some other baby of the same age and gender. So, if Kishore Kumar were replaced by Anup Kumar (if they were of the same age), both the ‘altered’ set of mother-son duo would have gone ahead with life the way they eventually did!

Often, the difference between the bond amongst ‘related people’ and strangers is measured in terms of the ‘acceptance of obligations’ – towards each other –  by the ‘related’. “The more I owe you, the greater we share” seems to be the whole idea. Is that how life was meant to be?

One thing that ‘relations’ do is add a sense of obligation between the ‘related’. So, even if giving respect to age does not come naturally to you, you give it to your parents because you ‘owe your life to them’. Considering how many old-age homes are springing up in Ahmedabad and elsewhere in the nation, one would assume that the obligation theory is not working too much, eh? Or the fact that parents / elders can still be seen living with their children / youth is actually a testimony to the strength of the ‘obligation’?

Hope that is not the case. Because if that were the only reason for living with our parents and / or ‘relatives’, then this world could hardly be expected to last too long. How far can an universally unhappy and compromised world go anyway?

I live with my parents because I like to live with them. So do you. We of course owe our life to them. And hence it is our ‘duty to look after them’. But it is not the reason for my love for them. I love them for what they stand for. Just as I would love your parents for the values that they stand for. If I can call both my parents and my wife’s parents ‘mummy and papa’, why on earth should I not call any and every elder by that name, if I feel like? I don’t owe my life to my wife’s parents. I won’t be owing my life to your parents too. But I can still see the ‘idea of mummy-papa’ in your parents. The birth of that idea of mine in your parents is what ‘emotion’ is all about.

Yes, every relation is basically about emotions that every human carries for the fellow humans. So, what’s the fuss all about?