Showing posts with label Thoughts On Life In Japan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thoughts On Life In Japan. Show all posts

Sunday, May 14, 2023

No Sushi On Conveyer Belt Sushi

 I went to have Sushi at a Kaiten-Zushi (conveyor belt sushi) restaurant after a very long time. During the Covid-19 pandemic, we did not eat out and now it has become a regular habit to eat at home. Sushi bars have changed since pre-pandemic times. Like most changes in Japan, these changes have been made without any fanfare. If one eats out at restaurants very often, it is likely that one may not notice anything at all. But, we did because of the time that has passed since we last went out.

Here are some examples.

1. There are robots that bring you the stuff that you order. 

2. More foreigners are working at such places. They are even in charge of the cash register. They speak the standard phrases taught from their manuals fluently. This can be deceptive, as you can easily find out if you were to try and strike up a conversation in Japanese with them. Japanese customers are highly unlikely to do that, so they will be comfortable with the standard set-phrases delivered fluently. 

3. Orders are not written down at most places. There is a tablet or iPad from which one can order. Click 会計 when you want the bill. 

4. There are no sushi carrying plates on the conveyor belts as before. No more picking up the sushi one wants. Instead, there are the pictures of sushi, with prices and order numbers on small stands, going around on the conveyor belt. Even before the pandemic, people hardly picked up the sushi going around the conveyor belts because they had the option to order fresh ones using the tablets. This change is perhaps good because it prevents food waste and is more hygienic. But, I do miss a part of the old Japan. 

 

 

Monday, March 20, 2017

Happiness chastised

I was standing on the platform, waiting for my train. The express pulled in and stopped, but I was not taking that one. I was waiting for the local, that came later. As is often the case, I looked around at the people around me as if it were an idyllic pastime.  My fellow human beings often amuse and surprise me no end.

A young lady in her early twenties was  waving to her friend of a similar age and gender, who was now comfortably seated inside the train by the window. The doors closed and the train started to slowly and deliberately pull out of the station. The young lady continued to gleefully wave at her friend with a big smile on her face. She started to walk with the moving train and then jogged a little to continue waving to her friend. All the while, she was clearly away from the yellow line that demarcates the danger zone, well on the platform to be in any sort of danger. However, she received a sound reprimand from the station attendant with the wireless microphone, and publicly shamed for her act. She ignored him and left the platform as her friend and the train disappeared out of sight with only the tail lamp visible at a distance.

My childhood flashed before my eyes. How many times have I done this in the past when I saw off relatives or friends at the railway station in my own country? My parents or other adults asked me to be careful or held on to my hand when I was too small. But, never was I publicly chastised. 

Of course, I would not even dream of doing such a thing here. And, even the young lady may well stop running after her friend as she approaches her thirties. Just a tight lipped smile and a cursory wave of the hand. Maybe even turn back and start walking away before the train leaves? After all, that's all adults need... to be "happy"...

Gamagori, Japan

Monday, July 18, 2011

The Forgotten Bundle

Yesterday, when I was traveling, the bus stopped at a bus-stop and a young girl got in, went straight to the driver and asked if she could look for something she had left inside. She had forgotten a bundle when she had been on the bus on its previous trip to the station. She found her bundle and got off the bus after thanking the driver. Could this happen anywhere other than Japan? Could this happen in India in my lifetime?
※This was not the first time I experienced this type of incident. Such incidents make living in Japan a pleasant experience. I hope Japan holds on to such values till the end of time.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Fragments of goodness

1. I was on my way by bus. When the bus stopped at a bus-stop on the way, the driver announced on the speaker, "Thank you for boarding our bus. Please be careful when you step off the bus." A very old man was getting off. In Japan, when a person wants to get off, s/he has to press a button, keep sitting till the bus stops, then walk down the aisle and get off the bus after paying the fare.
※(Some buses take the fare in advance when the rate is fixed whatever distance one travels)

2. I had given some clothes to the laundry for cleaning. When I went to collect them, one of my shirts was missing and I was given some other shirt by mistake. It was the first time that such a thing happenned to me in this country (where mistakes seldom occur due to the care taken at work, and attention is given to the smallest detail). The attendant searched the entire shop and then called the washing factory after I pointed out that it was not my shirt. They checked the number of the shop sticker tag and realized they had made a mistake. Then after profound appologies, I was given a coupon to be able to get my clothes washed at half the price next time. They also delivered the shirt to my doorstep by evening of the same day, the delivery man also appologizing profusely!

Thursday, June 2, 2011

衣替え/ Moulting Season Starts In Japan!

This year it has been officially announced to start from the 1st of June and this usually continues till the end of September.
No, the Japanese people do not shed their skins but rather go for a change of clothes. The literal translation means a change of wardrobe.
This started with the Cool Biz campaign in the summer of 2005 when the then Japanese Ministry of Environment minister, Ms. Koike Yuriko proposed the idea to help reduce electric consumption in summer resulting in reduction of CO2 emission. Apparently, British and South Korean firms carried out the idea in 2006.

People wear short sleeved shirts without neckties or jackets to work and the air conditioning is set at 28 degrees. This year Aloha or Hawaiian shirts are the boom as recommended by several organizations.

Japanese society has many kinds of pressures and conformity is an absolute must. A few years ago, the dress code at the work place was almost as strictly oppressive as probably in the military. All had to be in suits. But it is very difficult to work wearing a suit in the hot evervating summer. It also requires that the air conditioning be turned on and temperatures kept low. This requires huge amounts of electricity. So it was proposed that people wear ligher clothing and the bare minimum of air conditing be used. I feel this has done a world of good to Japan where formalities can be very stifling. Japanese people try and bear all that stoically, but in the age of globalization it would not do much harm to relax rules a bit and bring in a bit of color (at least one season of it). After all, I have always felt that Japanese people are trying to be more Western than Westerners when it comes to wearing suits.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Hues

Try to imagine a place sandwiched between the verdant hills and the sea with many islands of different shapes and sizes visible on the horizon. Imagine that you only need to pull away your curtains and look out of the window. The water is so clear you can see till the very bottom! At night the stars seem so near as if you can touch them if you just stretched an extra bit.

That's how this place looks. The sea is a sparkling emerald green on crystal clear sunny days. In the evening the water turns a silver blue and as the brilliant setting sun dips lower, the silver gives way to molten bronze. As dusk settles in and the night casts her dark veil, the twinkling stars appear like winking blue diamonds; while the fully lit up passing ships seem like treasure troves of colorful glittering precious gems on display. The moon comes up casting her copper colored beams on the black water. Slowly she changes to white as the contours of the scenery come alive when the night is still young.

Monday, May 9, 2011

10 things to learn from Japan

I got this forwarded in email after the earthquake and tsunami in northern Japan. If anyone has copyright problems please let me know.
I admire the way those who suffered stoically faced their grim reality. There is a lot to learn, especially those people who are far away and safe...

A fortnight after the disaster, strong aftershocks continued to rock the affected areas down till Tokyo, and help was yet to reach many people.


1. THE CALM

Not a single visual of chest-beating or wild grief. Sorrow itself has
been elevated.



2. THE DIGNITY

Disciplined queues for water and groceries. Not a rough word or a crude
gesture.



3. THE ABILITY

The incredible architects, for instance. Buildings swayed but didn’t fall.



4. THE GRACE

People bought only what they needed for the present, so everybody
could get something.



5. THE ORDER

No looting in shops. No honking and no overtaking on the roads. Just
understanding.



6. THE SACRIFICE

Fifty workers stayed back to pump sea water in the N-reactors. How
will they ever be repaid?



7. THE TENDERNESS

Restaurants cut prices. An unguarded ATM is left alone. The strong
cared for the weak.



8. THE TRAINING

The old and the children, everyone knew exactly what to do. And they
did just that.



9. THE MEDIA

They showed magnificent restraint in the bulletins. No
sensationalizing. Only calm reportage.



10. THE CONSCIENCE

When the power went off in a store, people put things back on the
shelves and left quietly.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Hiroshima Flower Festival

The Hiroshima flower festival is held on 3rd, 4th and 5th of May every year. I was fortunate to visit this time. Held at and around the Peace Memorial park near the A-bomb dome, it is a treat I am sure many people wait for. Flowers are lined up all around the park. Huge human size paper cranes are displayed on the lawns overlooking the Sadako memorial. Yes, she is the same girl who believed that she would be cured of the after effects of radiation if she could complete making a thousand paper cranes. She could not and died. This story became famous after the WW2 bombing of Hiroshima. Now people from around the world visit her memorial and gift paper cranes in her memory. The roads are blocked for traffic and people in colorful dresses dance as tableaus appear occasionally.
Of course there are many foreigners and Japanese girls in the wildest dresses imaginable. The latter remind me of Harajuku in Tokyo.
This year too the festival was carried out in full splendour with a lot of pomp and show. I enjoyed at the festival, ate a lot at the food stalls lining the roads and also had candyfloss (a rare treat I sometimes offer myself). A lot of people around started staring though, probably thinking of me as another eccentric foreigner eating something meant for kids! The candyfloss was a bit too sweet. I washed it down with some green tea and then had buttered potatoes (boiled potatoes with a huge helping of dripping butter). The Enka guitar band of elderly men was enchanting. So were some of the youngsters. Some of them were kind enough to allow me to take pictures of their costumes. The magic show by an OB of Economics department of Hiroshima University was thrilling and so was the band of wind instruments played by junior high school girls.
I came back a bit tired and contented and although I had fun, perhaps the festival was a bit too loud for this year after the tsunami disaster being labelled as the worst calamity to have struck Japan after the WW2 bombings. Or perhaps I am being a bit cynical as many economists could tell you that spending money is the best way to revive a stuttering economy...

Sunday, March 13, 2011

And they were swept off their feet...

The massive earthquake and the tsunami in Japan was scary and left many destitute and helpless. The scenes on TV are painful (itaitashii...) to watch. Why do so many innocent people have to perish? The fury of mother nature that leaves us helpless despite the best of our technologies that we love to boast about. It is a humbling experience, sad and my heart goes out to those who lost their loved ones and all their belongings. How lucky some of us are to be alive and safe!
Images of a man who ran holding hands with his wife and kid, but the wife and kid having been washed away before they almost made it to safe territory, the crisp images of houses and trucks floating like toys, the water flooding in as people are escaping, and a lone man standing on the roof top of a building caught on camera but the cameraman was too busy to notice him during the shooting of the raging waters... these images leave footprints on our mind long after the tsunami waters recede washing away all traces of existence in some places. Why do film directors spend or rather waste millions shooting gruesome horror scenes when nature gives us aplenty and we have the technology to shoot such horrors from such close quarters in such vivid detail?

One TV channel called up a person who escaped to her sisters place, encouraging her to hold on till help arrived in earnest on the morrow while they were struggling without food, water, and with overflowing temporary toilets...

Also on TV were shown long queues of people waiting outside public telephone booths to call their near and dear ones, a scene that is rare in modern Japan...

Praying things get better soon although things will never be the same for a lot of people as power cuts continue and earthquake continues to rock northern Japan resulting in the first ever nuclear leak here...

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Japan After 2 Years

My mother and brother left me at the airport. Going back after a gap of two years. The excitement of my first visit was well behind me now and I am much older and apprehensive of my future, even having thoughts of old age from time to time. What does life have in store for me? Oh! The eternal pandoras box called life! The stop over at Singapore was brief and this time there was no time to go outside. My drowsy friend called sleep caught up with me like an old lover hesitantly taking my hands. When I opened my eyes, we had almost reached the Southernmost tip of the islands of Japan. I always try catching the first glimpse of land of the territory called Japan. I was to touch down at the Kansai international airport after 10 years! Boy, no other word can describe my feelings at that point of time as the untranslatable Japanese lexicon Natsukashii...!

An ocean of emotions welled up in my small heart as the descent began to land at the airport floating 4 kilometres away from land on the Pacific ocean. As was the case ten years ago, the aircraft circled around like a gigantic seagull, the wings looking all the more broader against the backdrop of the ocean, and then got closer and closer to the water before landing softly on the runway tarmac at the last moment.

It took a while to collect my luggage and head out of the airport where, Ms. Shinto, my homestay mother was waiting for me. As we met and talked with her over breakfast, fleeting snapshots of my first visit to her home whizzed past my inner eye like a slideshow on fast forward mode. Although we talked for more than an hour and a half, it was soon time to go...

The bullet train ride was thrilling. Few things excite me as much as the sheer speed and elegance of a Nozomi Shinkansen. (Can still remember vividly my first glimpse of a bullet train when I leaned over the safety line to take snaps angering the station attendant who tried to pull me away but was not successful till I managed to take a number of photographs, angering him even further. I got the stern rebuke I fully deserved! Nothing of that sort happened this time...)

I reached my destination in the evening. The weather was good. As I waited at the station to be picked up, a lone politician with his helper was trying to attract an audience with a rhetorical speech but no one was interested. What a contrast with India where crowds throng the places when politicians speak!

This place is wonderful as I found out the next day. The weather continued to be good although it was and is very cold. The blue sea nearby with hills all around seems to be a cut out of a scene straight from the animation Ponyo On the Cliff by the Sea. This is the first time that I am at a place without a convenient store, a supermarket, and a post office nearby. But despite all that, I must admit that this place is beautiful!

※(I have always been on the east side of the land of the rising sun and near the sea till date, this time being no exception. Am I getting superstitious?)

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Japanese Schools: The Temple Where Attitude To Work Begins

The title of this piece could well have been: “A Difference in Attitude: Why India is Lagging Behind,” but it sounded too bombastic and negative to me. I believe we can still learn if we can shrug off our laid back attitude towards our own selves. I have been visiting Japanese schools to play with the kids, interact with them, teach them Indian games or cook Indian curry with them, talk about India, teach them simple words or greetings in Hindi or Bengali, or just talk about the differences of the two lands in English or Japanese. Sometimes they too teach me Japanese games or about their school and daily lives. Japanese students learn their subjects in the Japanese language and not English. The few classes of English that they have begin from middle school. Though there have been proposals to start English from an earlier stage, it is yet to be. This is also the reason why so many English language tutorials have mushroomed all around Japan even though some of their methods of teaching are too dubious to trust any sort of improvement. That is a different story and we may come to it later.

How are Japanese schools’ different from Indian ones may be the first question. Well, most of them are quite spacious with a playground but many of our schools have that too. The only apparent differences are a swimming pool, which means compulsory swimming lessons for primary school students, music lessons, and, lunch that is provided by schools at noon. School hours are much longer and into the evening. They have more activity sessions compared to our instruction based form of learning. But if one stays on in school even after lunch, you will notice that there are other things as well.

A Problem of Attitude:

Allow me to start with a question: What would your reaction be if your son or daughter was asked to stay back after lunch in school to clean the corridors and his or her own classroom before going back home? How many parents would feel comfortable with the idea? And how many parents would at least not feel that their children are wasting time doing menial jobs that should be done by the workers in school? Japanese school children have to do it every week, every day. (They even take turns in distributing their own lunch and tifying up later.) They are keeping their own school clean. Mother Teresa once remarked that if everyone swept their own doorstep this world would be a clean place!

Well, that is one of the things which goes into making the Japanese people so diligent and hard working. During the period of economic boom in Japan, people literally worked till they would collapse. Death due to over work was common among the middle aged. People would keep working long after their office hours were over and show no signs of wanting to go back home. I do not claim it to be model for us but we are just the opposite are we not? As far as our attitude to work is concerned! (We will discuss the problem of work life in Japan later).

People all over the world have similar psychology. Allow them to live dirtily and they would pile up mountains of filth outside their own home. Why is Japan spotlessly clean? The reason is simple enough. Rules are rules for everyone. You will find it hard to believe that even in Japan there are people who spit on the street and throw cigarettes on stairs and on the pavement. I had to see it to believe it myself. Yet we find no piling up of garbage or waste strewn around everywhere. Of course, at times garbage is seen strewn at exactly those places with a forbidden sign hung up. That is another different problem. If the strict laws were not in place, Japan could become a commonplace country overnight as far as being dirty is concerned.

My own experience of participating in campus cleaning activities at my university here has been good. Students and professors and other office workers gather to collect rubbish that has accumulated at certain corners or bushes over time. There is no strict compulsion to participate though it is strongly recommended. This builds camaraderie between various people, gives you a sense of belonging to the place, eases the workload of the elderly folks who are engaged in keeping the campus clean throughout the year, and a host of other benefits together with the image of a clean university.

Garbage disposal in Japan is strict. Trash cans are there at many places and garbage has to be sorted out into plastics, combustibles, non-combustibles, raw and leftover foodstuff etc. Rules of sorting are different in different places in Japan and the city council or prefectural body mainly determine them. If you think garbage disposal rules in Japan are too strict, visit Singapore.
The wonderful thing is that even in a small town like my birthplace in India, garbage disposal has become more organized than it was a few years ago. I got a video of the whole process to show my friends in Japan about how great a garbage disposal system we have there now. The first morning I was at my home during a short visit, the tinkling of a bell at about eight o’clock in the morning surprised me. What vendor had decided to call so early? But it was the garbage disposal van. A cycle-van pedaled by a human being but very effective. Garbage has to be kept in two separate bins at your doorstep for the garbage man to collect. One for plastic waste and the other for other raw or perishable waste. The bell lets you know that your garbage is being collected. I was amazed at the development and the whole process was so quick that I did not even have time to get my camera. The next day of course, I was ready.