Frugality.

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I have recently been at the receiving end of some confessions from some of my relatives about their childhoods and how those factors affected their attitudes to their lives in their adulthood. These relatives, now older than I am and in more or less the same financial status as mine, still live frugal lives and think that I am daft for spending my money, in their opinion, lavishly on travel, restaurants etc.

All three pointed out to me that my childhood was not one of poverty as my father was quite well off during my childhood as they had many occasions to perceive first hand. On the other hand, each of them had very poor standards of living during their childhood which impacted their attitudes to money and economy in their later lives.

On reflection, this certainly would explain my general attitude towards life as being one of abundance which reflects in my approach to money.

My life has never followed a philosophy of frugality. It has however followed flugality.

Let me explain.
Frugality: The quality of being frugal, sparing, thrifty, prudent or economical in the use of consumable resources such as food, time or money, and avoiding waste, lavishness or extravagance.

In behavioral science, frugality has been defined as the tendency to acquire goods and services in a restrained manner, and resourceful use of already owned economic goods and services, to achieve a longer term goal.

Flugality:
A fluctuating degree of frugality based on economic circumstances.(portmanteau of fluid and frugal)

Scrimping and saving when money was tight and indulging when it was in abundance.

Let me clarify before my readers conclude that I am a prodigal. Far from it. I am not a spendthrift but I do like the good things of life and do not see any reason to not spend money that I can afford on them. I will most certainly not buy a Rolex wrist watch, but will buy a good one and keep one in spare too. I will not go to a five star hotel but will most certainly stay in a service apartment facility instead of in some dive near the railway station. I do not drive a BMW but a modern and efficient car that is comfortable for me to get in and out of and gives me value for money.

I will spend money on a Mac! In fact, this post has been written using one.

I am grateful that I can be flugal.

I hope that you enjoyed reading this post on the weekly Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where eleven of us write on the same topic. Today’s topic has been chosen by The Old Fossil. The ten other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order, Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Maxi, Maria SF, Padmum, Paul, Shackman, The Old Fossil and Will. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, do give some allowance for that too!

The Jaguar Lady.

My cup runneth over.

If it is not the lion lady, it is the jaguar lady.

This is a charming young lady Justine Sophia-Rabia.

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Providence sent Justine, a professional ballet dancer trained by Gelsey Kirkland of New York City, to meet up with me at Pune earlier this afternoon. For once, I was not unduly bothered with a curtailed siesta. I was fascinated by her demeanour and with her permission decided to share one of her works with my readers called The Night Of The Jaguar.

This 11-minute ballet conceptualised and choreographed by Justine, was shot and directed by my friend Jay Ponti with who my regular readers are already familiar. This dance depicts a battle of conquest over humanity’s downfall in black and white with shadow play of good and evil. Justine says that she has tried to fuse Western ballet dance with Indian mythology and this is one such effort.

This short film will precede a film that is being produced for Peacelink.

Both Jay and Justine are disciples of Yogiraj Siddhanath who has an ashram in Pune to which Jay is a regular visitor. Hopefully Justine too will become one and I look forward to seeing both of them more often in the future too.

Hacking.

My LBC friend Delirious wrote this to the LBC bloggers when she could not access my blog.

“Does anyone know what has happened to Ramana?  I can’t get to his blog, and the email I sent came back as undeliverable.  :(”

Among the various replies she received, I think that mine and Delirious’s response triggered off the inspiration for this post.

Me : “Ramana is very much alive and kicking Delores.  He was just out visiting some friends and family for a few days in New Bombay.

His server went on the blink earlier today, but it is now up and working and his blog can be accessed without any problem.  He has not posted anything after the last Friday’s LBC post though!  He intends to tomorrow.”

Delirious : “Glad to see you around Ramana.  🙂  I thought maybe you had been hacked!”

I am using this post to assure Delirious and all other readers of my blog that no, I have not been hacked.

The Lion Lady Strikes Again.

I visited my cousin Devi and her two delightful children Meena and Sundar last Saturday at Thane. Since Devi has been indisposed for some time, the youngsters had prepared a typical South Indian lunch for me which was out of this world and I indulged myself to some extra helpings over and above my normal quantities.

Be that as it may, Devi the proud mother that she is wanted me to see an article written by Meena in an Indian magazine called Frontline. Since she could not remember the name of the magazine, she asked Sundar to get me Afzal Guru. I was taken aback with that request but before I could comment, Sundar brought this for me.

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In this magazine, Meena has written an article ‘Living With Lions’ which makes for fascinating reading.

My regular readers will remember me posting about Meena earlier about her BBC film and this article following that opened my eyes to what this young lady has been doing the past few years.

Naturally, her mother and brother are very proud of her as I am too, now that I have found out more about what she has accomplished in her chosen field which includes a PhD. I am sure that the lions must be very grateful for what she has done for their protection too.

Music That Changed My Life.

It is difficult to believe that this one song changed my life. Believe me, it did. I have given a version where there is Satchmo’s trumpet takes the center stage, but the lyrics for the song is what changed my life.

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Long way from my home
Sometimes I wish I could fly
Like a bird up in the sky
Oh, sometimes I wish I could fly
Fly like a bird up in the sky
Sometimes I wish I could fly
Like a bird up in the sky
Closer to my home

Motherless children have a hard time
Motherless children have-a such a hard time
Motherless children have such a really hard time
A long way from home

Sometimes I feel like freedom is near
Sometimes I feel like freedom is here
Sometimes I feel like freedom is so near
But we’re so far from home.

Now for how that song changed my life. This was way back in 1968 when I was dating Urmeela who subsequently became my wife. I used to go to her home in the evenings whenever I was in town, free from my touring responsibilities and we would inevitably end up having a sing song session with some other friends and her brothers joining in. Urmeela herself could play the piano but since we would be sitting out in the courtyard, she would not participate but would enjoy the sessions.

At that time, this song was one of those songs that simply would not go from my thoughts. I now understand that it is a form of tinnitus, a condition that affects one in ten of us. But while tinnitus is usually a buzzing, ringing or whistling sound in the ear, without any obvious source, in some people it could take the form of phantom music. I go through such periods even now and there is a particular tune that has bugging me the last week or so which will not go away.

To come back to my story, my late mother in law was very fond of this song and would ask me to sing this without fail and so it became my signature song as it were.

A lot of water flowed down the Musi before I discovered that the song changed my life for ever.

When Urmeela and I decided to get married the matter was discussed in a family gathering at her place when my mother in law gave her approval for the idea by saying in excellent Hyderabadi Telugu, that I was a good choice because I could sing well and particularly that song about being a motherless child.

The rest is history.

After all these years however, it has become a fact rather than just feeling sometimes like a motherless child, I am one now and so is Urmeela’s son. He became one four years ago today, as I write this post for scheduling it for the coming Friday.

I hope that you enjoyed reading this post on the weekly Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where eleven of us write on the same topic. Today’s topic has been chosen by Maria The Silver Fox. The ten other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order, Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Maxi, Maria SF, Padmum, Paul, Shackman, The Old Fossil and Will. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, do give some allowance for that too!