Friday, August 18, 2006
Guilt!
Yesterday, as I was walking to my home from Office, with "She's got the looks" on the lips and feet in air, I was stopped by a sudden traffic jam..Buses, auto rickshaws, cars, and bikes all honking as if that was the last moment of life on earth- the sounds were creeping into me in spite of the high volume that my iPod had been coughing out.
It took me some seconds to understand what had happened. I saw a man bleeding profusely, fighting with another man, and a woman down on the divider on the road, bleeding too. They seem to be those employed to clean the divider- to cut the grass that had grown there, to make the divider more walk able.
There was a sizeable crowd around, everyone standing on either side of the road, watching, chatting amongst themselves, tch-tching, asking to one another what had happened to the woman, while one was busy taking the two men away from each other- one was having a shovel in his hands and the other a screw driver and a cutting plier.
The woman was bleeding and was for sure unconscious. I was disturbed by the sight. None of the people around standing and watching the scene did anything to help the poor soul. The first thought was to curse everyone...I slowly took out my iPod, curled it up, secured it in my bag, then starred at the man trying to wake up the woman. He was holding her "dead" hand, pulling her, trying to get the woman back to consciousness.
I wanted to be the “Hero”, go there, ask the people to move off, create a scene, call for ambulance, call for some auto at least to take her to the hospital. The pessimist in me kept reminding me on how I don’t know the language, on how I will be able to answer the police, how I might be able to tackle the pulls and pushes of such an act, how I need to reach home to catch the “Senthamizh naadenum podehinile” in Java TV, the killing thirst, the packing that I need to do for my travel the next day.
I cursed everyone on the street- from the mute spectators, to the speeding vehicles on the other side of the road, the men who were still intent on fighting despite the blood, the tch-tching people in the bus.
I wanted to do something- should I be the one to act? Should I go there and do all that is necessary? What is the world coming to?? Why is anyone not helping the men in need?
I slowly move out of the croud..dial 100 and complain about the incident. The person on the other end doesn’t ask for my number [may be he has a caller id already- will he call me back in case I need to be the witness??]. He promises to send someone immediately. He asks for the condition of the woman. His voice was reassuring. I switch on the iPod with the satisfaction of a Hero.
In the night when I go for dinner, the place is as busy as ever.
It took me some seconds to understand what had happened. I saw a man bleeding profusely, fighting with another man, and a woman down on the divider on the road, bleeding too. They seem to be those employed to clean the divider- to cut the grass that had grown there, to make the divider more walk able.
There was a sizeable crowd around, everyone standing on either side of the road, watching, chatting amongst themselves, tch-tching, asking to one another what had happened to the woman, while one was busy taking the two men away from each other- one was having a shovel in his hands and the other a screw driver and a cutting plier.
The woman was bleeding and was for sure unconscious. I was disturbed by the sight. None of the people around standing and watching the scene did anything to help the poor soul. The first thought was to curse everyone...I slowly took out my iPod, curled it up, secured it in my bag, then starred at the man trying to wake up the woman. He was holding her "dead" hand, pulling her, trying to get the woman back to consciousness.
I wanted to be the “Hero”, go there, ask the people to move off, create a scene, call for ambulance, call for some auto at least to take her to the hospital. The pessimist in me kept reminding me on how I don’t know the language, on how I will be able to answer the police, how I might be able to tackle the pulls and pushes of such an act, how I need to reach home to catch the “Senthamizh naadenum podehinile” in Java TV, the killing thirst, the packing that I need to do for my travel the next day.
I cursed everyone on the street- from the mute spectators, to the speeding vehicles on the other side of the road, the men who were still intent on fighting despite the blood, the tch-tching people in the bus.
I wanted to do something- should I be the one to act? Should I go there and do all that is necessary? What is the world coming to?? Why is anyone not helping the men in need?
I slowly move out of the croud..dial 100 and complain about the incident. The person on the other end doesn’t ask for my number [may be he has a caller id already- will he call me back in case I need to be the witness??]. He promises to send someone immediately. He asks for the condition of the woman. His voice was reassuring. I switch on the iPod with the satisfaction of a Hero.
In the night when I go for dinner, the place is as busy as ever.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Dont get me Wrong!
Please don't get me wrong!!..If you think that having a web site will cure all your ills, then you aren't alone in this Cricket and, off late IT Crazy nation. No- Don’t pass the judgment yet. It's not that I am a cynical person to the core. Not Yet...but going by the way the Nation goes on it's 59th Independence Day, I am afraid I might be one, before the dye dries on my hair!!
Happen to read this write up by Giga Om!!..The Reuters story, as Om Says, had been picked up by many news papers around the world. I was intrigued when I saw the story. It seemed like a perfect pill for the woes of the villages. Surprised and enthused, I went to the site given in the web site. And then, all my hopes crash landed. Boom!!
Typical of all the initial hype, the website has nothing more than the history, geography, civics, social science of the village- and ofcourse, the Legislative Set up, which has only the photo and the contact details of the Hon'ble Minister of Transport, Public Health and Parliamentary Affairs, Mr. Randeep Singh Surjewala. I searched long for the Legislative Setup. I couldn't find one..I am convinced that the Minister is all that is there for the "setup". Hmmmm..
Have a look at his profile.
Happen to read this write up by Giga Om!!..The Reuters story, as Om Says, had been picked up by many news papers around the world. I was intrigued when I saw the story. It seemed like a perfect pill for the woes of the villages. Surprised and enthused, I went to the site given in the web site. And then, all my hopes crash landed. Boom!!
Typical of all the initial hype, the website has nothing more than the history, geography, civics, social science of the village- and ofcourse, the Legislative Set up, which has only the photo and the contact details of the Hon'ble Minister of Transport, Public Health and Parliamentary Affairs, Mr. Randeep Singh Surjewala. I searched long for the Legislative Setup. I couldn't find one..I am convinced that the Minister is all that is there for the "setup". Hmmmm..
Have a look at his profile.
The Congress President Mrs. Sonia Gandhi had nominated him as the President of the Indian Youth Congress in March 2000 and he held this post till year February 2005. He was the first person from Haryana to become the Indian Youth Congress President. He is the first person from Haryana to hold this office. He is again the first to hold this office for five years.
Mrs. Sonia Gandhi had appointed him as Secretary of All Indian Congress Committee and Office In- charge of Uttar Pradesh affairs in August 2004. Therefore, Mr. Surjewala became the youngest member in the team headed by Mrs. Sonia Gandhi. He was appointed as working President of Haryana. He is the youngest member in the team by Mrs. Sonia Gandhi. Mr. Surjewala was appointed as working President of Haryana Congress Committee in December 2004. He is the Youngest person in the Country to hold this office.
He takes keen interest in redressing the grievances of the people and organizing constructive activities for youth. He likes trekking, camping, long walks, listening gazals and poetry.He has been to a number of foreign countries including the USA, England, Canada, China, Taiwan, Hongkong, Philippines and Thailand. He also visited International Rice Research Institute, Phillipines.
I am convinced, he is the youngest person still alive in Indian National Congress.
Let all these rest. What is the purpose of the site? You can do all that is claimed the web site will do, without that website! I wonder how much money was spent in creating this page. I really believe, had that money been spent on even clearing the garbage on streets, it would have been more productive. No- I am not saying web pages are useless. Set your priorities right is all that I am saying.
Read a sample page:
Let all these rest. What is the purpose of the site? You can do all that is claimed the web site will do, without that website! I wonder how much money was spent in creating this page. I really believe, had that money been spent on even clearing the garbage on streets, it would have been more productive. No- I am not saying web pages are useless. Set your priorities right is all that I am saying.
Read a sample page:
I rest my case. I don't have much to say..I only wish we come out of the Magical Pill obsession.Power SupplyPower distribution timings are not stable and power cuts happen abruptly. The condition of electric wires is awesome (Emphasis added) and needs to be replaced at a number of places.
Un-employment
There are a number of unemployed youth. [Reproduced from the page]
~Cross Posted at Third Eye
Labels: Remorse
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Yuckooooo!
If you know how to read the IP details in an email...you would find it utterrly interesting- even otherwise, I have highlighted the details that you need to concenrate on. I hadn't yet come across a situation like this in any other mail accounts. I am not sure how does this happen.....May be unknown to me, others have already understood what the Internet and e-mail is all about.
May be its time for me to have my own private Internet, so that my mails are not delayed by others... You know I cant afford to have mails delayed to me! ;-)
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