This is my first post after my re-location to Mumbai. It was a fairly long sabbatical, I guess. Maybe the delay was due to the fact that, I took some time to settle in. 'To get into the groove', shall we say? Well now matters have slowly and steadly set in. I am slowly establishing a pattern to my life in Mumbai. I travel to my office by 06:22 local and return home by the 15:17 local. Sounds strange ! .... I know no other place, whether a city, town or a village where such odd times have any importance. Nor have I known anyone outside Mumbai who understands the relevance of knowing time by every minute on the clock as Mumbaikars do. At every other place it would been a 06:20 or a 15:20 local, but not in Mumbai. Here people's lives are depend on such "REAL" timings. The moment a Mumbaikar wakes up, the first thought is how to plan his morning so that he catches the 08:13 or the 09:16 local. His routine, his wife's routine, his other family member's routine and even his dog's routine is planned and executed in a way so as to help the poor man, to pull it off. He will run, he will jump, he will fight, he will scream, but he will be in that 'DABBA' (compartment) of that local. If by any chance, he misses that train, he would feel wrethced and worthless. Such is a Mumbaikar, who travels to his office by a local train. Can't blame him. Catching the local at a particular time is a crucial part in the chain of events for rest of the day. People don't waste their time, even whilst travelling. I find students studying or completing journals during the travel. Elderly people read religious books. Young lovers find their time of bliss on these local trains.Some are engrossed in preparing for the days job, or reading a newspaper or reading a book (I do that). Some catch up on their lost sleep and some others listen to music. I have even seen a person practising YOGA....
Mind you, he does all the activities mentioned above, when he is packed into those compartments liked tinned sardines. He does all this when he holding on to the handle with his one hand and his nose is rubbing against the armpit of the person ahead of him. Never does he think, that his activities are strange. Never does he think beyond the set parameters of his routine.
I sometimes wonder, Is it because he does not have time to think? Or is it because he does not want to think? All said and done, I must say, Mumbaikars does have a right attitude towards life.....Keeping going guys...don't waste your time reading this blog. You might miss your 08:21 Dombivili semi-fast
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
India has Talent
Recently I happened to watch two episodes of a popular Reality TV show "India's Got Talent". All the partcipants were giving their best. Being the semi-final stage, competion was very tough, and inovativeness, creativity and spirit of the participants were obvious. But two performances stood out and made a great impact on my mind. Actually it moved me to tears.The first , was by a group called 'The Prince Dance group". They were from a nondescript town called Berhampur in Orissa. They put up a show of excellent choreography, impeccable movements and fantastic co-ordination. Its not the dance that had an influence on me. It was the spirit displayed by this group of daily wagers, which really moved me. They were a bunch of casual labourers, who were not assured of even two square meals a day. No i do not want to sympathaise with their poverty. Because that is not the intention. By doing so, I would belittle them. They were there, because they wanted to prove a point. Maybe they might have sacrificed a lot to just be there on that stage.Of them two were Polio-stricken and could not walk. Here was a group, who had nothing with them, but their talent and never-say die spirit. Infact none had any kind of formal training and that includes their team leader.The five minutes they performed mesmerized me. I really hope and pray, each one of them in this team does well on the stage called LIFE.The other performance was by the group of kids from Shaimak Davar Accademy. They were not in the competition, but gave a guest performance on the occassion of Independence Day. I must thank Shaimak Davar for bringing out the best possible performance from this group of children. Mind you, it was one of the best you can see anywhere. Shaimak Davar proved to the world, that he is one of the best in business. That he had a kind and benign heart......You would be wondering, what was the speciality of that performance??? It was special for one reason......the group of children were all affected by DOWN's SYNDROME. Normally, kids suffering from this genetic disorder find it difficult to lead a normal life. They cannot co-ordinate simple activities of life. Society shuns such kids, calling them handicapped, crazy and stuff like that. But they are special and can be as talented as any other kid. This was proved by Shaimak. You need to just care for them and believe in them. THANK YOU SHAIMAK DAVAR........thanks for trying to open the eyes of this society. GOD BLESS YOU.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Independence Day
Today is Independence Day. 15th August is a red letter day in our country’s history. I stand up and salute all the great souls who sacrificed everything to gain us the independence.Apart from the national importance, this day is of great significance to me, in my life. It is an anniversary of sorts today. It’s been a year today, since I last smoked a cigarette. 14 August 2008 11:57 is the precise time I stubbed my last fag. I know it’s not a great thing, but for me it is an achievement. I kicked a habit, cultivated over 17 years. When I threw away my last cigarette butt, I never ever thought, that I would be able to stay away for this long. Now I am confident, I can stay away forever.Today I need to thank my wife and my elder son for helping me take this decision and more importantly to help me and encourage me to stay away from fag. Thank you Aadi and Sudha. It would not have been possible without you guys.I do not regret kicking the habit, and would encourage others like me, to quit smoking…..After all SMOKING KILLS.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
How pathetic!!!!!!
Today the nation is groped by the fear of Swine Flu, and it is no doubt an pandemic. Its spreading left, right and centre. People are confused and panicky. Schools have been shut, cinema halls been shut, malls have been asked to down shutters. The government is at its wit’s end to control the situation. In my opinion, the government is helping the matter worse by its inconsistent statements and actions. The minister thinks, that few thousand cases and a few deaths is nothing compared to the epidemic spread and death in other nations. Try telling this to the families of the patients who lost the battle against this disease. Can’t we be more sensitive? A life is a life…
In this melee we have some traders and shop keepers who are selling face masks at a premium. How greedy can we get? How cynical? When I saw those sting operations on the TV, I was appalled and ashamed. My mom who is a working lady in Mumbai, had the same story to tell. She was telling me, that chemists were asking as much as Rs. 450/- per mask. She also told me that some Homeopaths and Ayurved doctors have also entered the fray, with their formulations. I wonder, if such a thing happened in countries like UK, USA and Mexico, who have also suffered due to this flu-spread. Thank God, the Government did not license the sale of TAMIFLU to civil agencies. If it had been so, we would have all chemists and druggists becoming multi-millionaires overnight.
We boast of thousand years culture and take pride in our values and beliefs. We don’t give second thought, when taking a dig at western world for their so called “immoral” culture. And we forget all this at the first opportunity of making some fast buck. And how? At the expense of poor patients. Taking advantage of their plight. How pathetic!!!!!!
When will our country grow as a nation?
In this melee we have some traders and shop keepers who are selling face masks at a premium. How greedy can we get? How cynical? When I saw those sting operations on the TV, I was appalled and ashamed. My mom who is a working lady in Mumbai, had the same story to tell. She was telling me, that chemists were asking as much as Rs. 450/- per mask. She also told me that some Homeopaths and Ayurved doctors have also entered the fray, with their formulations. I wonder, if such a thing happened in countries like UK, USA and Mexico, who have also suffered due to this flu-spread. Thank God, the Government did not license the sale of TAMIFLU to civil agencies. If it had been so, we would have all chemists and druggists becoming multi-millionaires overnight.
We boast of thousand years culture and take pride in our values and beliefs. We don’t give second thought, when taking a dig at western world for their so called “immoral” culture. And we forget all this at the first opportunity of making some fast buck. And how? At the expense of poor patients. Taking advantage of their plight. How pathetic!!!!!!
When will our country grow as a nation?
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
The Day I had an " HEART ATTACK "
This happened when I was in DR Congo, Central Africa. I was part of the UN peace-keeping mission there. I don’t remember the exact date, but it was sometime in May 2005. I had recently celebrated my birthday. It was one morning, when I skipped breakfast has I was getting late to work. I was in a mad morning rush and just had a glass of apple juice (packaged variety).
All was fine and I was going through my normal work, when at around 10 am I felt this heaviness in chest, right above my heart. It was not a pain, but it felt as if something heavy was placed on my heart. I tried to suppress the uneasiness, but could not understand, as to what was happening. I asked my boss for relief from my duty and went to my room. I tried to sleep and rest, but the heaviness never seemed to leave. I could not eat my lunch properly, in fact I was not able to eat a bit. It is then, when I realized that something serious was happening to me. Since it was the heart, I believed it must be something really bad. I wanted to talk to someone, but to whom I did not know. My roommate was fast asleep, enjoying his afternoon siesta. I was lying down on the bed, trying to tell myself, that I am fine. My HEART wanted to believe that all was fine, but the uneasiness did not permit such a thought. All kind of thoughts passed through my mind. I was certain, my DEATH was eminent. There I was in an alien land, far away from my home, my family and my new born child. Suddenly I felt like talking to all of them. I checked the balance in my phone. I had 10 dollars worth talk-time. I called up my mom, dad, my friend, my sister and finally my wife. I even talked to my 1 year old son, who could hardly speak. But I wanted to listen to his blabbering. All were surprised at me calling them, at that time of the day. I did not give any reason, just said that I felt like talking to them. The calls stopped, only when the balance exhausted. By now I was pretty sure that it was an “HEART ATTACK” and that these were my last few hours on earth.
At around 4pm, my roommate got up. I told him about my problem. He suggested I go to the medical room. I did, but that did not help, as I was not able to explain my predicament. The nurse suggested I take a stroll in open air. But I was not convinced. This went on till 7pm. I was waiting for the moment, when I would collapse and that’s it. Somehow it was not happening. Then my boss barged into my room. He enquired about my condition, I told him the sequence of events . He listened and at the end told me in his typical Tamil baritone, “ GO SPEND TIME IN THE TOILET”. I was like,” WHAT?????’’. He said, “ I am serious, go and sit, even if u don’t feel like”. Saying this, he went away. I gave it a thought, and decided to give it a try. What happened inside? need not be told here. But I came out bit relieved. Miraculously, I was feeling much better. I was thinking about it, when my Boss came in again with a packet of ENO antacid. He asked me about my condition, I told him, that I felt better. He gave this big laugh and said “it was just GAS man, and here have this Eno”. I dissolved the packet of antacid and drank it, and “burppppp burpp burp”, out went my HEART ATTACK.
All was fine and I was going through my normal work, when at around 10 am I felt this heaviness in chest, right above my heart. It was not a pain, but it felt as if something heavy was placed on my heart. I tried to suppress the uneasiness, but could not understand, as to what was happening. I asked my boss for relief from my duty and went to my room. I tried to sleep and rest, but the heaviness never seemed to leave. I could not eat my lunch properly, in fact I was not able to eat a bit. It is then, when I realized that something serious was happening to me. Since it was the heart, I believed it must be something really bad. I wanted to talk to someone, but to whom I did not know. My roommate was fast asleep, enjoying his afternoon siesta. I was lying down on the bed, trying to tell myself, that I am fine. My HEART wanted to believe that all was fine, but the uneasiness did not permit such a thought. All kind of thoughts passed through my mind. I was certain, my DEATH was eminent. There I was in an alien land, far away from my home, my family and my new born child. Suddenly I felt like talking to all of them. I checked the balance in my phone. I had 10 dollars worth talk-time. I called up my mom, dad, my friend, my sister and finally my wife. I even talked to my 1 year old son, who could hardly speak. But I wanted to listen to his blabbering. All were surprised at me calling them, at that time of the day. I did not give any reason, just said that I felt like talking to them. The calls stopped, only when the balance exhausted. By now I was pretty sure that it was an “HEART ATTACK” and that these were my last few hours on earth.
At around 4pm, my roommate got up. I told him about my problem. He suggested I go to the medical room. I did, but that did not help, as I was not able to explain my predicament. The nurse suggested I take a stroll in open air. But I was not convinced. This went on till 7pm. I was waiting for the moment, when I would collapse and that’s it. Somehow it was not happening. Then my boss barged into my room. He enquired about my condition, I told him the sequence of events . He listened and at the end told me in his typical Tamil baritone, “ GO SPEND TIME IN THE TOILET”. I was like,” WHAT?????’’. He said, “ I am serious, go and sit, even if u don’t feel like”. Saying this, he went away. I gave it a thought, and decided to give it a try. What happened inside? need not be told here. But I came out bit relieved. Miraculously, I was feeling much better. I was thinking about it, when my Boss came in again with a packet of ENO antacid. He asked me about my condition, I told him, that I felt better. He gave this big laugh and said “it was just GAS man, and here have this Eno”. I dissolved the packet of antacid and drank it, and “burppppp burpp burp”, out went my HEART ATTACK.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Happiness Of Giving
I am relocating to a new place soon. So the house things are being scrutinized and segregated into "WANT" and "DO NOT WANT" categories. WANTS have to be cleaned and packed and DO NOT WANTS have to suitably disposed off. In the latter category falls one bi-cycle and a tri-cycle, belonging to my elder son. Not that both these cycles are old and dilapidated. Infact they are pretty new. The reason they are not going is that, we wanted it to go to some poor child who could not afford them. "We could always buy another one there", said my wife. I did not give a second thought to the suggestion. It was an unaminous decision.
We thought about many ways of donating those cycles. Being my child's first major possessions, we were determined that it should not be neglected. We wanted it to go to children who would value it. Ultimately we decided it to gift it to the school, where my son studied. The school runs a home for poor, needy and orphan kids. Some of them were my son's classmates.
So, yesterday I reached the school wih those cycles. I called on the sister in charge of the home. I told her about it and she agreed to accept it for the kids. There was gratitude in her eyes. She eyed those two cylces intensely, maybe visualizing the little children playing with them. She thanked me profusely and even prayed for me and my family. She held my hands and blessed me.
When I turned back I was a changed man. I haven't felt this happy before, by giving away something in my life. I can envision the glee in those kid's faces, when they ride those cycles. And that is giving me the ultimate joy. I learnt, its just as important to decide, "WHOM TO GIVE" as it is important to decide "TO GIVE".
We thought about many ways of donating those cycles. Being my child's first major possessions, we were determined that it should not be neglected. We wanted it to go to children who would value it. Ultimately we decided it to gift it to the school, where my son studied. The school runs a home for poor, needy and orphan kids. Some of them were my son's classmates.
So, yesterday I reached the school wih those cycles. I called on the sister in charge of the home. I told her about it and she agreed to accept it for the kids. There was gratitude in her eyes. She eyed those two cylces intensely, maybe visualizing the little children playing with them. She thanked me profusely and even prayed for me and my family. She held my hands and blessed me.
When I turned back I was a changed man. I haven't felt this happy before, by giving away something in my life. I can envision the glee in those kid's faces, when they ride those cycles. And that is giving me the ultimate joy. I learnt, its just as important to decide, "WHOM TO GIVE" as it is important to decide "TO GIVE".
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
5 Minutes Management Course
These days I am mulling on doing a course in Management.With this intent I have been surfing the net, to get information on courses and institutes. While doing so I found this little piece.......Its called "5 MINUTES MANAGEMENT COURSE". I liked it and so thought should post it..
Lesson 1
A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbour. Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.' After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves. The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?' 'It was Bob the next door neighbour,' she replies. 'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?' Moral of the story - If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.
Lesson 2
A priest offered a Nun a lift. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?' The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?' The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.' Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.' Moral of the story If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.
Lesson 3
A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.' 'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.' Puff! She's gone. 'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.' Puff! He's gone. 'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch.'Moral of the story Always let your boss have the first say.
Lesson 4
An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also> sit like you and do nothing?' The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.' So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it. Moral of the story To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.
Lesson 5
A turkey was chatting with a bull. 'I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.' 'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients.' The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.. Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree. He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree. Moral of the story Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.
Lesson 6
A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him. Morals of the story
(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.
(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.
(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!
THUS ENDS THE FIVE MINUTE MANAGEMENT COURSE.....
Who says getting an MBA is tough......
Lesson 1
A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbour. Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.' After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves. The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?' 'It was Bob the next door neighbour,' she replies. 'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?' Moral of the story - If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.
Lesson 2
A priest offered a Nun a lift. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?' The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?' The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.' Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.' Moral of the story If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.
Lesson 3
A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.' 'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.' Puff! She's gone. 'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.' Puff! He's gone. 'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch.'Moral of the story Always let your boss have the first say.
Lesson 4
An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also> sit like you and do nothing?' The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.' So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it. Moral of the story To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.
Lesson 5
A turkey was chatting with a bull. 'I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.' 'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients.' The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.. Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree. He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree. Moral of the story Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.
Lesson 6
A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him. Morals of the story
(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.
(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.
(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!
THUS ENDS THE FIVE MINUTE MANAGEMENT COURSE.....
Who says getting an MBA is tough......
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Dawn
Today morning I was standing at my balcony and watching the majestic SUN rising in the far east. Just the other day I was cribbing about the boring routines of my life. "How Monotonous" I said yesterday. I was finding everything boring and useless. But when I saw the sun today.......I realised, how wrong was I ?...
Wasn't the sun rising daily from the east. And It has been doing so since the world existed. Has it ever said. "HOW BORING, HOW MONOTONOUS".
It laid to rest all my reservations and prompted me to continue with my routine...
Mahakavi KALIDASA once said....
"Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn! Look to this Day! For it is Life, the very Life of Life. In its brief course lie all the Verities and Realities of your Existence. The Bliss of Growth, The Glory of Action, The Splendor of Beauty; For Yesterday is but a Dream, And To-morrow is only a Vision; But To-day well lived makes Every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness, And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope. Look well therefore to this Day! Such is the Salutation of the Dawn! "
Wasn't the sun rising daily from the east. And It has been doing so since the world existed. Has it ever said. "HOW BORING, HOW MONOTONOUS".
It laid to rest all my reservations and prompted me to continue with my routine...
Mahakavi KALIDASA once said....
"Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn! Look to this Day! For it is Life, the very Life of Life. In its brief course lie all the Verities and Realities of your Existence. The Bliss of Growth, The Glory of Action, The Splendor of Beauty; For Yesterday is but a Dream, And To-morrow is only a Vision; But To-day well lived makes Every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness, And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope. Look well therefore to this Day! Such is the Salutation of the Dawn! "
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Canine Terrorism
Today I had to reach my office very early in the morning. I had to reach there, at a 03:00 am. I usually cover the 08 kms distance, to my office on my scooter. But driving at this unearthly hour is very rare.
The road is generally dark and deserted at this time of the night. All you will find are dogs everywhere. I call them "The Sentinels Of The Streets". These mongrels, who seem so timid and wretched in the mornings, are just as ferocious when the nocturnal chimes sounds. And they do look menacing enough, when the head-lights of the vehicle hits their eyes.
Having previous experience of, these kind of situations doesn't really help. It is still as scary as the first time (I have done this quite a few times). Today was no different. I went out of the house, with a prayer on my lips. Hoping against hope that all those canine lords are miraculously drugged or something. I reached my garage, opened it with minimum fuss, rolled out my vehicle, put it back on stand and went to close the garage door. All the while fearing for my dear life. I was trying to be mobile as fast as I could, before getting into the line of sight of any of those marauders lurking in the dark. Luckily, I started my scooter without much ado and the moment the engine revved up, there started the series of barks and howls from all directions. Before loosing my orientation, I put my vehicle into gear and just sped. From my past experiences, I have learnt that going slowly is like playing into their hands. They just jump at you and dis-balance you. Once you fall down, then its just Game, Set and Match to Mr. Dog or a Miss. Bitch. So, speeding up and being faster than these animals is your only bet. That's exactly what I did! Here I must thank my partner - MY LML Vespa scooter, for it has never betrayed me in those tricky moments. These fellas are great athletes. They follow you with all their swiftness. The sight of a open jawed dog, with its tongue out and following you.......it still gives me goosebumps. These creatures have another strange behavioural pattern. A single dog will follow you only until a point. From then on another takes over, so on and so forth. A sort of relay race, with you being the baton to be exchanged. Without any effective 'Family Planning Programmes' in place, you do have to confront many of them. So there I was racing for my life, unmindful of all the bumps and potholes on the road(and there are very many of them). You have to be watchful, as to where from the next raid is going to take place. Somehow, today i reached my office, without any mishaps. It took me only 06 minutes, to reach there (it takes about 10 to 12 minutes normally). I parked my scooter, went to the cooler. I just needed that glass of water, to cool my nerves...
The road is generally dark and deserted at this time of the night. All you will find are dogs everywhere. I call them "The Sentinels Of The Streets". These mongrels, who seem so timid and wretched in the mornings, are just as ferocious when the nocturnal chimes sounds. And they do look menacing enough, when the head-lights of the vehicle hits their eyes.
Having previous experience of, these kind of situations doesn't really help. It is still as scary as the first time (I have done this quite a few times). Today was no different. I went out of the house, with a prayer on my lips. Hoping against hope that all those canine lords are miraculously drugged or something. I reached my garage, opened it with minimum fuss, rolled out my vehicle, put it back on stand and went to close the garage door. All the while fearing for my dear life. I was trying to be mobile as fast as I could, before getting into the line of sight of any of those marauders lurking in the dark. Luckily, I started my scooter without much ado and the moment the engine revved up, there started the series of barks and howls from all directions. Before loosing my orientation, I put my vehicle into gear and just sped. From my past experiences, I have learnt that going slowly is like playing into their hands. They just jump at you and dis-balance you. Once you fall down, then its just Game, Set and Match to Mr. Dog or a Miss. Bitch. So, speeding up and being faster than these animals is your only bet. That's exactly what I did! Here I must thank my partner - MY LML Vespa scooter, for it has never betrayed me in those tricky moments. These fellas are great athletes. They follow you with all their swiftness. The sight of a open jawed dog, with its tongue out and following you.......it still gives me goosebumps. These creatures have another strange behavioural pattern. A single dog will follow you only until a point. From then on another takes over, so on and so forth. A sort of relay race, with you being the baton to be exchanged. Without any effective 'Family Planning Programmes' in place, you do have to confront many of them. So there I was racing for my life, unmindful of all the bumps and potholes on the road(and there are very many of them). You have to be watchful, as to where from the next raid is going to take place. Somehow, today i reached my office, without any mishaps. It took me only 06 minutes, to reach there (it takes about 10 to 12 minutes normally). I parked my scooter, went to the cooler. I just needed that glass of water, to cool my nerves...
Monday, June 1, 2009
Back to work
Yesterday I left Mumbai, to get back to my place of work in the North-east.
Though I have been doing it for almost 18 years now, it was different this time.
It was the first time I left home in my Father's absence. For the first time I had to leave home without touching my father's feet. A father whose blessings always gave me the inner strength to face the rigours of my professional life. The feeling that he is solidly behind me is no longer there. Achhan, I feel alone and vulnerable without you. I couldn't bear to look into my mother's eyes, for I was sure, that tears would roll down my eyes. But I am not supposed to cry.........No more Kutti-kali, alle Achha.
Though I have been doing it for almost 18 years now, it was different this time.
It was the first time I left home in my Father's absence. For the first time I had to leave home without touching my father's feet. A father whose blessings always gave me the inner strength to face the rigours of my professional life. The feeling that he is solidly behind me is no longer there. Achhan, I feel alone and vulnerable without you. I couldn't bear to look into my mother's eyes, for I was sure, that tears would roll down my eyes. But I am not supposed to cry.........No more Kutti-kali, alle Achha.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
IPL-The Great Indian Jumburie in South Africa
The IPL season came and got over. The Deccan Chargers won the trophy defeating Royal Challengers. A remarkable feat achieved by both the teams, considering they were No.8 and No.7 in the last edition. Hats off to Adam " Gilly " Gilchrist to have led his team from depths to the heights of glory.
We Indians love to analyse and comment on anything and everything under the sun. Having knowledge, understanding or even the authority, just don't matter. So being a true Indian, I am analysing the just concluded IPL in South Africa.
I am enumerating, my views of the event...Not just the cricket, a wee bit more than that.
1. The tussle between IPL governing body and the GOI over hosting of matches during the Elections gave the necessary impetus to the tournament, even before the opening ceremony began. Whatever one may say, the stand taken by Home Minister Chidambaram is praise-worthy.He in a 'no-nonsense' kind of approach spelt the priorities of the government right. "Chidu mama, your esteem has gone up in my eyes". Altough Lalit Modi and his team cried spoil-sport, it actually turned out to be a 'win win' situation for all.
2. Mr Lalit Modi, taking the IPL to South Africa was a " MASTERSTROKE" (no Mr. Mallya does not pay me, Sir). But getting everyone from the peanut-seller to the President of South Africa, to sing your praise, was absolutely boring publicity. Actually , I must say, it was a bad attempt at self-praise. Everyone from the spectators, the Cheer-girls (boy some of them were awesome),to the commentators , the camera-men, all were roped into this big "Praise Lalit Modi" campaign. That was a bit over the hill Mr.Modi. But nothing to suggest, anything derogatory about your organising skills. IPL is the best sporting event out of India. Simply put--"Grandeur Personified".
3. Shah Rukh Khan, the great SRK was 'well and truly' grounded. His team the 'KOLKATA KNIGHT RIDERS' was about anything and everything, but Cricket. The whole team seemed to hate winning. Poor fellows, they were a confused lot, thanks to all the antics on and off the field by their owner and coach. Poor Buchanan, he rubbed the Bengalis, the wrong way. He took on Dada....The 'Living Pride' of Bengal and Kolkata. I am not sure, if he would return back next year. But if he has to, wearing a 'Burkha', would not be a bad idea at all. Its better to be safe than be sorry. I guess the string of defeats in the early stages brought out the patriotism in King Khan and he returned to India, to caste his ballot. I really wonder, if that would have happened...if his team had been winning (and that's a big IF). My guess is as good as yours.
4. Mumbai Indians was the team I rooted for. As every Mumbaikar, I also wanted my team to be champs. But they disappointed big time.A friend opined, that the MIs were so near, yet so far. On the contrary, "they were never near and so they are far".Being No.7 is probably justified. They never seemed to learn from their mistakes. Loosing a match or two in close finishes is understandable, but at regular intervals and that too crucial ones, really did them in. Their temperament was suspect. Mumbai Indians had all the 'IDEA' on their jerseys, rather their brains. I am a great fan of Sachin. He is the best thing to have happened to Cricket. But, let's face it, he is not a great captain. He is an emotional man, and that doesn't help. Also as they say, "the captain is as good as his team". Except Duminy and Malinga nobody really stood out. Injured Zaheer,patchy Bajji and woefully out-of-form Jayasurya did not help matters. Sachin did not have the luxury of good domestic players. The Rajes, Takawales and the Kulkarnis were grossly inconsistent. Nayar and Rahane were good at times, but lacked big match temperament. Mrs.Nita Ambani should be poaching, the hit Mumbaikars playing in other teams.. Sorry this team did not stand up to the Mumbaikar spirit of ' never say die'. But take heart boys.You along with KKR have the best chance to lift the title next year.......Deccan Chargers and Royal Challengers should be the inspiration.
5. My all time favourites are the Rajasthan Royals. Though they were champions last year, they were still not considered the favourites this year. That's what I like about this team.They thrive being the 'UNDERDOGS'.It's somewhat romantic to watch them play.."Rags To Riches" kind of team. None give them a chance, but they still upset many a applecart.....Remember the Super-over. I think that's when the Knight Riders lost the plot.Under Warnie's excellent and inspiring leadership, this team just backs its ability and marches ahead. Enjoying all moments of the game seems to their sole motto.Shane Warne can teach many, lessons in Men-management.
6.Delhi Daredevils must be feeling cheated. If any team really deserved to be in the finals, it was them. The consistency shown by them is unmatched. But they didn't prepare for that TORNADO named GILY...Again how can anyone prepare against the TSUNAMI? The way they were going in the tournament, only a inspired innings could have done them in. That's precisely, what Gilchrist did.The best T-20 innings I have ever seen. Dilli wallo, dil chota na karo....You played excellent cricket through out.But but But....I did find a touch of arrogance in their attitude during the later half of the tourney. Maybe, it was because of their position on the table.
7. MSD's Chennai Superkings played well, but didn't deserve to win the tournament. The reason is simple-this team depended on individual performances. If not for Hayden and Raina, they wouldn't have reached the Semi-Final. The old horse Hayden-it's always a treat to watch him whack the ball. He is such a clean hitter! Raina was magnificent through out. His bowling skills surprised me. The form of these two , helped Chennai sail through. Yes, can't forget Jakati. He has good temperament and bowled excellently. All other bowlers lacked penetration. That includes the great Muralitharan. And yes, Chennai Superkings were in the running for the " Most Catches Dropped" award, but the Knight Riders pipped them to the post.
8. Yuvi and his band of Punjabis, seemed like a poor cousin of their last year's excellent outfit. They never seemed to be a threat to any team, this season. Yuvi was patchy in performance but high on attitude. I guess they missed Shaun Marsh dearly. Others in the team did nothing much, so as to write about it. The Punjabis were more in news due to their owners, than their players. Ness and Priety split during the tourney (did I hear the word HUGZZZZZZZZZ somewhere?).They had to go all the way to South Africa to realise that they were not meant for each other..Great. Well poor Ness and his friend (that Dabur guy)got beaten the shit out of them. They must have forgotten that they were in South Africa and not in India (they could get away with eve-teasing here).........@#$&%$#.
How can I write about King's XI and not mention Sreeshanth ? This fellow never seems to be out of controversies. This time taking on "big" Matt Hayden....Avishyam Undo da Mone?????? Courtsey FIP blog he has a new nick name....."APPAM CHUTIYA", and a good one at that......Made him famous.
9. " Cometh the hour, cometh the man". What more can be said about Anil "Jumbo" Kumble? He simply adores challenges. KP leaving the team was boon in disguise for the Bangalore outfit. Mr. Mallya, you searched everywhere, but never looked within. And when you did, look what you found. 5 for 5 in the opening match lifted the morale of a jaded team and 4 for 16 in the final almost won them the title. Taking on Gilly in the opening over in the finals and getting him out for a duck.....simply mind boggling..."Anil bhai you and only you could have done it". Unfortunately for them, some of their batsmen failed to deliver consistently and that hurt them dearly in the end. But must mention Ross Taylor and Manish Tiwari in here. I really liked their approach.
Mr Mallya, your team deserves more than a few cans of Beer... Actually they deserve the world. HIC HIC HURRAY!!!!!!!!
10. Team Hyderabad......'Tuma Log tho Jashn manatha honga'. This team deserved to win. They performed well as a team. Not to mention Gilly and his leadership.Whenever they lost a game, the team lost and whenever they won, the team won. Thats the hallmark of this team. RP Singh - you "Smiling Assasin". I am big fan of this lad from UP. The smile on his face, when he comes in to bowl (especially in the death overs)must have brought shivers down the spine of many. Prgyan Ojha was another notable contributor. He was just there, when the team needed him. Then that "Cavalier" Rohit Sharma. The best finisher amongst all teams. Taking a hatrick against Mumbai, his home team....was cruel. But he played excellent cricket through out. He has splendid attitude and he is the big match man, India always wanted.I hope Mrs Ambani buys him back to Mumbai. I really want her to. Venu, Suman, Harmeet, Symonds all chipped in. In short this team was a perfect "HYDERABADI HUNDI BIRYANI".
11. The SET MAX team was mediocore. Mandira looked horrible in her new hair do and add to it the poky shoulder bones...yuck. "Mandira was it an attempt to save yourselves from the SHARKS". And please please for GOD's sake don't do shows with Rameez Raja....won't say further. Mieyang Chang, you are better off singing. I loved Sivamani playing in the stadiums. The "Miss Bollywood" contestants......will they really get work in Mumbai, Mr Modi?.........???????? That pap re pap re sound created by the DJs in the stadiums were irritating.
Thanks to the sponsorship by Dr Mallya's UB group, every player from all the teams looked like "CHALTA PHIRTA WINE SHOP". Thanks to DLF a sixer has become a "DLF Maximum"...and so on and so forth. Marketing at its heights and add to it the 'Strategy Breaks'. What more can you ask for?
In the final analysis all teams displayed good cricket. The fact that all teams were in with a chance to make it to the semi-finals until the last week of the tournament, speaks well about each team (yeah yeah, I have not considered KKR). The tournament was well organised. The Super Over was a great new addition. The Cracker show was excellent.In the end all had fun and all made money and more money and money and more money (except the cricket lovers on the streets)
Any difference off opinions or add-ons and comments most welcome.
We Indians love to analyse and comment on anything and everything under the sun. Having knowledge, understanding or even the authority, just don't matter. So being a true Indian, I am analysing the just concluded IPL in South Africa.
I am enumerating, my views of the event...Not just the cricket, a wee bit more than that.
1. The tussle between IPL governing body and the GOI over hosting of matches during the Elections gave the necessary impetus to the tournament, even before the opening ceremony began. Whatever one may say, the stand taken by Home Minister Chidambaram is praise-worthy.He in a 'no-nonsense' kind of approach spelt the priorities of the government right. "Chidu mama, your esteem has gone up in my eyes". Altough Lalit Modi and his team cried spoil-sport, it actually turned out to be a 'win win' situation for all.
2. Mr Lalit Modi, taking the IPL to South Africa was a " MASTERSTROKE" (no Mr. Mallya does not pay me, Sir). But getting everyone from the peanut-seller to the President of South Africa, to sing your praise, was absolutely boring publicity. Actually , I must say, it was a bad attempt at self-praise. Everyone from the spectators, the Cheer-girls (boy some of them were awesome),to the commentators , the camera-men, all were roped into this big "Praise Lalit Modi" campaign. That was a bit over the hill Mr.Modi. But nothing to suggest, anything derogatory about your organising skills. IPL is the best sporting event out of India. Simply put--"Grandeur Personified".
3. Shah Rukh Khan, the great SRK was 'well and truly' grounded. His team the 'KOLKATA KNIGHT RIDERS' was about anything and everything, but Cricket. The whole team seemed to hate winning. Poor fellows, they were a confused lot, thanks to all the antics on and off the field by their owner and coach. Poor Buchanan, he rubbed the Bengalis, the wrong way. He took on Dada....The 'Living Pride' of Bengal and Kolkata. I am not sure, if he would return back next year. But if he has to, wearing a 'Burkha', would not be a bad idea at all. Its better to be safe than be sorry. I guess the string of defeats in the early stages brought out the patriotism in King Khan and he returned to India, to caste his ballot. I really wonder, if that would have happened...if his team had been winning (and that's a big IF). My guess is as good as yours.
4. Mumbai Indians was the team I rooted for. As every Mumbaikar, I also wanted my team to be champs. But they disappointed big time.A friend opined, that the MIs were so near, yet so far. On the contrary, "they were never near and so they are far".Being No.7 is probably justified. They never seemed to learn from their mistakes. Loosing a match or two in close finishes is understandable, but at regular intervals and that too crucial ones, really did them in. Their temperament was suspect. Mumbai Indians had all the 'IDEA' on their jerseys, rather their brains. I am a great fan of Sachin. He is the best thing to have happened to Cricket. But, let's face it, he is not a great captain. He is an emotional man, and that doesn't help. Also as they say, "the captain is as good as his team". Except Duminy and Malinga nobody really stood out. Injured Zaheer,patchy Bajji and woefully out-of-form Jayasurya did not help matters. Sachin did not have the luxury of good domestic players. The Rajes, Takawales and the Kulkarnis were grossly inconsistent. Nayar and Rahane were good at times, but lacked big match temperament. Mrs.Nita Ambani should be poaching, the hit Mumbaikars playing in other teams.. Sorry this team did not stand up to the Mumbaikar spirit of ' never say die'. But take heart boys.You along with KKR have the best chance to lift the title next year.......Deccan Chargers and Royal Challengers should be the inspiration.
5. My all time favourites are the Rajasthan Royals. Though they were champions last year, they were still not considered the favourites this year. That's what I like about this team.They thrive being the 'UNDERDOGS'.It's somewhat romantic to watch them play.."Rags To Riches" kind of team. None give them a chance, but they still upset many a applecart.....Remember the Super-over. I think that's when the Knight Riders lost the plot.Under Warnie's excellent and inspiring leadership, this team just backs its ability and marches ahead. Enjoying all moments of the game seems to their sole motto.Shane Warne can teach many, lessons in Men-management.
6.Delhi Daredevils must be feeling cheated. If any team really deserved to be in the finals, it was them. The consistency shown by them is unmatched. But they didn't prepare for that TORNADO named GILY...Again how can anyone prepare against the TSUNAMI? The way they were going in the tournament, only a inspired innings could have done them in. That's precisely, what Gilchrist did.The best T-20 innings I have ever seen. Dilli wallo, dil chota na karo....You played excellent cricket through out.But but But....I did find a touch of arrogance in their attitude during the later half of the tourney. Maybe, it was because of their position on the table.
7. MSD's Chennai Superkings played well, but didn't deserve to win the tournament. The reason is simple-this team depended on individual performances. If not for Hayden and Raina, they wouldn't have reached the Semi-Final. The old horse Hayden-it's always a treat to watch him whack the ball. He is such a clean hitter! Raina was magnificent through out. His bowling skills surprised me. The form of these two , helped Chennai sail through. Yes, can't forget Jakati. He has good temperament and bowled excellently. All other bowlers lacked penetration. That includes the great Muralitharan. And yes, Chennai Superkings were in the running for the " Most Catches Dropped" award, but the Knight Riders pipped them to the post.
8. Yuvi and his band of Punjabis, seemed like a poor cousin of their last year's excellent outfit. They never seemed to be a threat to any team, this season. Yuvi was patchy in performance but high on attitude. I guess they missed Shaun Marsh dearly. Others in the team did nothing much, so as to write about it. The Punjabis were more in news due to their owners, than their players. Ness and Priety split during the tourney (did I hear the word HUGZZZZZZZZZ somewhere?).They had to go all the way to South Africa to realise that they were not meant for each other..Great. Well poor Ness and his friend (that Dabur guy)got beaten the shit out of them. They must have forgotten that they were in South Africa and not in India (they could get away with eve-teasing here).........@#$&%$#.
How can I write about King's XI and not mention Sreeshanth ? This fellow never seems to be out of controversies. This time taking on "big" Matt Hayden....Avishyam Undo da Mone?????? Courtsey FIP blog he has a new nick name....."APPAM CHUTIYA", and a good one at that......Made him famous.
9. " Cometh the hour, cometh the man". What more can be said about Anil "Jumbo" Kumble? He simply adores challenges. KP leaving the team was boon in disguise for the Bangalore outfit. Mr. Mallya, you searched everywhere, but never looked within. And when you did, look what you found. 5 for 5 in the opening match lifted the morale of a jaded team and 4 for 16 in the final almost won them the title. Taking on Gilly in the opening over in the finals and getting him out for a duck.....simply mind boggling..."Anil bhai you and only you could have done it". Unfortunately for them, some of their batsmen failed to deliver consistently and that hurt them dearly in the end. But must mention Ross Taylor and Manish Tiwari in here. I really liked their approach.
Mr Mallya, your team deserves more than a few cans of Beer... Actually they deserve the world. HIC HIC HURRAY!!!!!!!!
10. Team Hyderabad......'Tuma Log tho Jashn manatha honga'. This team deserved to win. They performed well as a team. Not to mention Gilly and his leadership.Whenever they lost a game, the team lost and whenever they won, the team won. Thats the hallmark of this team. RP Singh - you "Smiling Assasin". I am big fan of this lad from UP. The smile on his face, when he comes in to bowl (especially in the death overs)must have brought shivers down the spine of many. Prgyan Ojha was another notable contributor. He was just there, when the team needed him. Then that "Cavalier" Rohit Sharma. The best finisher amongst all teams. Taking a hatrick against Mumbai, his home team....was cruel. But he played excellent cricket through out. He has splendid attitude and he is the big match man, India always wanted.I hope Mrs Ambani buys him back to Mumbai. I really want her to. Venu, Suman, Harmeet, Symonds all chipped in. In short this team was a perfect "HYDERABADI HUNDI BIRYANI".
11. The SET MAX team was mediocore. Mandira looked horrible in her new hair do and add to it the poky shoulder bones...yuck. "Mandira was it an attempt to save yourselves from the SHARKS". And please please for GOD's sake don't do shows with Rameez Raja....won't say further. Mieyang Chang, you are better off singing. I loved Sivamani playing in the stadiums. The "Miss Bollywood" contestants......will they really get work in Mumbai, Mr Modi?.........???????? That pap re pap re sound created by the DJs in the stadiums were irritating.
Thanks to the sponsorship by Dr Mallya's UB group, every player from all the teams looked like "CHALTA PHIRTA WINE SHOP". Thanks to DLF a sixer has become a "DLF Maximum"...and so on and so forth. Marketing at its heights and add to it the 'Strategy Breaks'. What more can you ask for?
In the final analysis all teams displayed good cricket. The fact that all teams were in with a chance to make it to the semi-finals until the last week of the tournament, speaks well about each team (yeah yeah, I have not considered KKR). The tournament was well organised. The Super Over was a great new addition. The Cracker show was excellent.In the end all had fun and all made money and more money and money and more money (except the cricket lovers on the streets)
Any difference off opinions or add-ons and comments most welcome.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Jai Hind
AN AMERICAN VISITED INDIA AND WENT BACK TO AMERICA
WHERE HE MET HIS INDIAN FRIEND WHO ASKED HIM
HOW DID U FIND MY COUNTRY???
THE AMERICAN SAID IT IS A GREAT COUNTRY
WITH SOLID ANCIENT HISTORY
AND IMMENSELY RICH WITH NATURAL RESOURCES.
THE INDIAN FRIEND THEN ASKED ….
HOW DID U FIND INDIANS ???
INDIANS??
WHO INDIANS??
I DIDNT FIND OR MEET A SINGLE INDIAN
THERE IN INDIA …
WHAT NONSENSE???
WHO ELSE CAN U MEET IN INDIA THEN???
THE AMERICAN SAID …
IN KASHMIR I MET A KASHMIRI–
IN PUNJAB A PANJABI...
IN BIHAR,MAHARASTRA, BENGAL ,TAMILNADU
I MET A BIHARI,MARATHI, BENGALI,TAMILIAN…
THEN I MET
A MUSLIM,
A CHRISTIAN,
A JAIN,
A BUDDHIST
AND MANY MANY MANY MORE
BUT NOT A SINGLE INDIAN DID I MEET
…………………………………………………………..
THINK HOW SERIOUS THIS JOKE IS…
THE DAY WOULD NOT BE FAR OFF WHEN INDEED WE WOULD
BECOME A COLLECTION OF NATION STATES AS SOME
REGIONAL ANTI-NATIONALS WANT ...
FIGHT BACK -
ALWAYS SAY
"WE ARE INDIANS"
JAI HIND…
WHERE HE MET HIS INDIAN FRIEND WHO ASKED HIM
HOW DID U FIND MY COUNTRY???
THE AMERICAN SAID IT IS A GREAT COUNTRY
WITH SOLID ANCIENT HISTORY
AND IMMENSELY RICH WITH NATURAL RESOURCES.
THE INDIAN FRIEND THEN ASKED ….
HOW DID U FIND INDIANS ???
INDIANS??
WHO INDIANS??
I DIDNT FIND OR MEET A SINGLE INDIAN
THERE IN INDIA …
WHAT NONSENSE???
WHO ELSE CAN U MEET IN INDIA THEN???
THE AMERICAN SAID …
IN KASHMIR I MET A KASHMIRI–
IN PUNJAB A PANJABI...
IN BIHAR,MAHARASTRA, BENGAL ,TAMILNADU
I MET A BIHARI,MARATHI, BENGALI,TAMILIAN…
THEN I MET
A MUSLIM,
A CHRISTIAN,
A JAIN,
A BUDDHIST
AND MANY MANY MANY MORE
BUT NOT A SINGLE INDIAN DID I MEET
…………………………………………………………..
THINK HOW SERIOUS THIS JOKE IS…
THE DAY WOULD NOT BE FAR OFF WHEN INDEED WE WOULD
BECOME A COLLECTION OF NATION STATES AS SOME
REGIONAL ANTI-NATIONALS WANT ...
FIGHT BACK -
ALWAYS SAY
"WE ARE INDIANS"
JAI HIND…
Monday, May 18, 2009
Mandate For Stability
JAI HO Indian Voters. All those people whoever thought, Indian electorate are not politically mature (including your's truly) have been forced to sit back and introspect. Such a decisive mandate for the Congress led UPA, has surprised everyone, from the poll pundits, the political analyists, etc. and even the voters themselves. My gut feeling is that even Sonia Gandhi might not have expected such an over-whelming support.
All the psephologists and the eccentric-hyperactive TV jurnos, who predicted chaos and instability can eat humble pie. BJP's slogan of "Nirnayak Sarkar, Majboot Neta" seems to have gone down well with the electorate. Only difference was they did not find BJP and NDA worth a try.
The best part of this mandate is that, the government can work peacefully. Non of the de-stabilizing jokers can push and pull or bully the PM. Whether Left, Right or Centre, all have been shown their real worth. Good bye to the Lalus and Mulayams and Karats and Behenjis and Ammas. And special congratulations to the people of Hajipur, to have made Ram Vilas Paswan bite the dust. Come to think of it, he has always been a Cabinet Minister in every government since 1996..be it a NDA one or a UPA one. How more oppurtunistic can one get. Thank God this time he and his party drew a blank. This is where I say that Indian Democracy has come of age. The rampant molestation and abuse of power by these regional parties needed to be arrested. That's exactly what this mandate has done. Stability and Governance is the message by the masses. Congress would do better, if they understand the writing on the wall. And yes, they are here, not because they are the best, but because they are better than the rest.
As far as the BJP and NDA are concerned, I always thought they never had any agenda worth its salt. Projecting a Octagenarian Advani as young and happening(they just stopped, short of, making him wear a jeans and T), hyping upon Hindutva etc. did not work with the voters. And yeah they had Modi....the star. I think Modi is much over-rated leader in India. He might be good for Gujrat, but his style of insulting opponents and calling them names is outrageously cheap. This is not a quality, attributable to a statesman.
All said and done.....the onus is on Congress and Dr Manmohan Singh to deliver.
Congratulations and All the very best.
All the psephologists and the eccentric-hyperactive TV jurnos, who predicted chaos and instability can eat humble pie. BJP's slogan of "Nirnayak Sarkar, Majboot Neta" seems to have gone down well with the electorate. Only difference was they did not find BJP and NDA worth a try.
The best part of this mandate is that, the government can work peacefully. Non of the de-stabilizing jokers can push and pull or bully the PM. Whether Left, Right or Centre, all have been shown their real worth. Good bye to the Lalus and Mulayams and Karats and Behenjis and Ammas. And special congratulations to the people of Hajipur, to have made Ram Vilas Paswan bite the dust. Come to think of it, he has always been a Cabinet Minister in every government since 1996..be it a NDA one or a UPA one. How more oppurtunistic can one get. Thank God this time he and his party drew a blank. This is where I say that Indian Democracy has come of age. The rampant molestation and abuse of power by these regional parties needed to be arrested. That's exactly what this mandate has done. Stability and Governance is the message by the masses. Congress would do better, if they understand the writing on the wall. And yes, they are here, not because they are the best, but because they are better than the rest.
As far as the BJP and NDA are concerned, I always thought they never had any agenda worth its salt. Projecting a Octagenarian Advani as young and happening(they just stopped, short of, making him wear a jeans and T), hyping upon Hindutva etc. did not work with the voters. And yeah they had Modi....the star. I think Modi is much over-rated leader in India. He might be good for Gujrat, but his style of insulting opponents and calling them names is outrageously cheap. This is not a quality, attributable to a statesman.
All said and done.....the onus is on Congress and Dr Manmohan Singh to deliver.
Congratulations and All the very best.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
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The First one
So... I have finally done this....My own Blog....I have started , what to write about is still abig mystery.....Maybe after jottings, I would become an old hat at this.
My foray into this part of the Online World, is inspired by reading my cousin Harish's blogs..Boy! How well does he write!! Impressed brother. So much so.....that I am inspired to put my own stray thoughts into words. Not that it is a path breaking event in my life, but excited nevertheless.
Aage Aaage dekho hota hai kya
My foray into this part of the Online World, is inspired by reading my cousin Harish's blogs..Boy! How well does he write!! Impressed brother. So much so.....that I am inspired to put my own stray thoughts into words. Not that it is a path breaking event in my life, but excited nevertheless.
Aage Aaage dekho hota hai kya
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