The MissMe allows you to specify set of users who when send three missed called with in 30 seconds, will lead to raising of your phone volume. These set of user have to be registered by the app. The app uses the Phone book to import the contacts.
Monday, February 15, 2021
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Pune Trip
I used to be an eco (as in environment) friendly person , but with the advent of Budget airlines I am still eco friendly, though this time the tilt is towards economy. At a very cheap rate, I am contributing my 4000 odd rupee per pune trip to global warming. Sorry dear polar bears, and the farmers of flood effected maharasthra.. In here I cannot crib about absence of public transport, as there are plenty of busses available. Waiting for fuel efficient jets to come in, till then please do execuse my hypocrisy. (of-course the budget airlines offer almost no food reducing the plastic plates thus, and I also duly returned my extremely ultra compact water pack to the airlines. ).
The security measure has definitely increased in the airport. I did not visualize such an end to my three old deodorant and godrej shaving cream. After traveling me across to Europe, US and nooks and corner of India, aiding me in presenting a tolerable version of travel tired me, it met its end at the hand of airport security official. I am not sure around which garbage pile up in and around Bangalore, does it lie crumpled.. A strong lesson of life being ephemeral was handed to me. Such fortune was not bestowed on my wife, whose bag was let through (containing all the cosmetic kit that any woman would carry). I guess the official had learnt his lesson earlier, while he had disposed such a cosmetic kit earlier.
Budget airlines have really bought the feel of KG bus stand to our airport. The agents from each of the airlines were running across the spread out mass of human beings, announcing the departure of their brand of flight. (In KG stand you could hear, salem, maduri, triuchi bus reps shouting at their top of their voice, a more classy version was being played here. It was Chennai, Hyderabad, Pune etc and that too the shouters were well dressed up reps. Seems like there is a job opportunity and a carrier path for the KG bus stand shouters is in the offing). In such a budget world, where does a 50 Rs coffee stand. (Some airline offer a travel to Delhi at that cost. Now if I think of that, I would never be able to drink a coffee in airport). IMHO, we should have a complete different distribution of savories and beverages for those who are under the budget. (Perhaps a budget tag should be imprinted on every such traveler)
Entering the departure zone kick started the secretion of holiday hormone. This time, it was diluted as I had a 6 week child. But anyway the very thought that I could be on a holiday on a working day, was kicking butt.
I am happy to announce that this time, I did not have to take any smoker to task (on the non smoking zone). .
There is this person in the airport bathroom handing over hand napkins to dry your hand. While great noble man have visualized education for all, our man has his simple vision, hand napkins for all in this bathroom. I guess, an averagely intelligent person capable of relieving himself would definitely be smart enough to unroll a napkin and cut it from the supply and use it. Anybody arriving in ( I have seen this in arrival lounge also) from distant land, will definitely have a great impression of Indian hospitality ( I guess). However, the very moment our visitor is out of the airport, facing the onslaught of rickshaws, he is bought down to reality. But this man, I believe is doing his part of hospitality, for that is the bounds of world he can influence.
On hearing the announcement of departing flight, we Indians run Like a sheep of herds when doors of fence are opened, . Being Indian, intrinsically we violate any prescribed limit at least by 200%, be either house construction or size of carry on luggage size. So the rush it to ensure that you are not in the bottom 50%, that are going to scramble for over bin space. The airline made significant progress in reining the chaos, by allowing rear passenger to board first. A small step of logic is being ushered into boarding of aircraft, keep the good work folks.
The budget airline did surprise me with free biscuits and ultra mini water pack. The very size of such offering was A constant reminder that you are a budget passenger
To keep the cost low, we were instructed not to carry the inflight magazine with us. (Another budget reminder) Hmm, unless some one has lost some precious neurons in his cranium, why would anybody do that. The in flight magazine is part of this total flight experience package. The incorrectly filled sudoko, and misspelt cross word sucks any entertainment value out of these magazine. Nothing seems to accelerate the passage of time once you have lost touch with ground. But Pune is Just 1.5 hours of flight, and this magazine would fall in my line of sight, after I have read through mid-day, HT Delhi Edition, TOI international edition, Hard news (some magazine I found in my front packet).
I am news maniac. The variety of free bee newspaper attracts me a like a bee to honey. The world definitely has not shrunk, infact every movement of ever micro organism will soon be reported in one of these media, and I definitely don’t want to be ignorant of any of these actions.
I am excited about that the news explosion that our migration would bring in. Their would be news about interplanetary space disputes, illegal migration across planets, cross planet terrorism, Planetary tourism etc. The future for news looks strong and bright. I am still sure that a inter planetary budget travel, would still have the notice of inflight magazine.
Pune looked green from the top. The monsoon had unleashed new life in nature, as it displayed its form with great elegance.
Pune is becoming like Bangalore. The domestic airport is being made into international, following the bangalorean way. Change the board from domestic to international, put in customs and emigration dept, and extend the airport to accommodate an extra A320 airbus and voila the airport transforms itself to international airport. Now will it be called chatrapathi, ambedkar or indira Gandhi airport only the ruling party could say. (Definitely not Anna in this part of India). The good thing is that there is no residence near the airport, and hence there is a possibility of expansion. However, I could see few fences coming up, in the empty ground.. Few years down the lane, you would have the airport view apartment, raising high to greet the landing and departing flight. In the end it will become as international airport as Bangalore is
This place in pune that my wife resides is heaven. Full of trees, broad roads, good drainage, and cukoos koo, this is a definite heaven.
Few Quotes from RD I could remember
I enjoyed my Bosses vacation more then mine.
The security measure has definitely increased in the airport. I did not visualize such an end to my three old deodorant and godrej shaving cream. After traveling me across to Europe, US and nooks and corner of India, aiding me in presenting a tolerable version of travel tired me, it met its end at the hand of airport security official. I am not sure around which garbage pile up in and around Bangalore, does it lie crumpled.. A strong lesson of life being ephemeral was handed to me. Such fortune was not bestowed on my wife, whose bag was let through (containing all the cosmetic kit that any woman would carry). I guess the official had learnt his lesson earlier, while he had disposed such a cosmetic kit earlier.
Budget airlines have really bought the feel of KG bus stand to our airport. The agents from each of the airlines were running across the spread out mass of human beings, announcing the departure of their brand of flight. (In KG stand you could hear, salem, maduri, triuchi bus reps shouting at their top of their voice, a more classy version was being played here. It was Chennai, Hyderabad, Pune etc and that too the shouters were well dressed up reps. Seems like there is a job opportunity and a carrier path for the KG bus stand shouters is in the offing). In such a budget world, where does a 50 Rs coffee stand. (Some airline offer a travel to Delhi at that cost. Now if I think of that, I would never be able to drink a coffee in airport). IMHO, we should have a complete different distribution of savories and beverages for those who are under the budget. (Perhaps a budget tag should be imprinted on every such traveler)
Entering the departure zone kick started the secretion of holiday hormone. This time, it was diluted as I had a 6 week child. But anyway the very thought that I could be on a holiday on a working day, was kicking butt.
I am happy to announce that this time, I did not have to take any smoker to task (on the non smoking zone). .
There is this person in the airport bathroom handing over hand napkins to dry your hand. While great noble man have visualized education for all, our man has his simple vision, hand napkins for all in this bathroom. I guess, an averagely intelligent person capable of relieving himself would definitely be smart enough to unroll a napkin and cut it from the supply and use it. Anybody arriving in ( I have seen this in arrival lounge also) from distant land, will definitely have a great impression of Indian hospitality ( I guess). However, the very moment our visitor is out of the airport, facing the onslaught of rickshaws, he is bought down to reality. But this man, I believe is doing his part of hospitality, for that is the bounds of world he can influence.
On hearing the announcement of departing flight, we Indians run Like a sheep of herds when doors of fence are opened, . Being Indian, intrinsically we violate any prescribed limit at least by 200%, be either house construction or size of carry on luggage size. So the rush it to ensure that you are not in the bottom 50%, that are going to scramble for over bin space. The airline made significant progress in reining the chaos, by allowing rear passenger to board first. A small step of logic is being ushered into boarding of aircraft, keep the good work folks.
The budget airline did surprise me with free biscuits and ultra mini water pack. The very size of such offering was A constant reminder that you are a budget passenger
To keep the cost low, we were instructed not to carry the inflight magazine with us. (Another budget reminder) Hmm, unless some one has lost some precious neurons in his cranium, why would anybody do that. The in flight magazine is part of this total flight experience package. The incorrectly filled sudoko, and misspelt cross word sucks any entertainment value out of these magazine. Nothing seems to accelerate the passage of time once you have lost touch with ground. But Pune is Just 1.5 hours of flight, and this magazine would fall in my line of sight, after I have read through mid-day, HT Delhi Edition, TOI international edition, Hard news (some magazine I found in my front packet).
I am news maniac. The variety of free bee newspaper attracts me a like a bee to honey. The world definitely has not shrunk, infact every movement of ever micro organism will soon be reported in one of these media, and I definitely don’t want to be ignorant of any of these actions.
I am excited about that the news explosion that our migration would bring in. Their would be news about interplanetary space disputes, illegal migration across planets, cross planet terrorism, Planetary tourism etc. The future for news looks strong and bright. I am still sure that a inter planetary budget travel, would still have the notice of inflight magazine.
Pune looked green from the top. The monsoon had unleashed new life in nature, as it displayed its form with great elegance.
Pune is becoming like Bangalore. The domestic airport is being made into international, following the bangalorean way. Change the board from domestic to international, put in customs and emigration dept, and extend the airport to accommodate an extra A320 airbus and voila the airport transforms itself to international airport. Now will it be called chatrapathi, ambedkar or indira Gandhi airport only the ruling party could say. (Definitely not Anna in this part of India). The good thing is that there is no residence near the airport, and hence there is a possibility of expansion. However, I could see few fences coming up, in the empty ground.. Few years down the lane, you would have the airport view apartment, raising high to greet the landing and departing flight. In the end it will become as international airport as Bangalore is
This place in pune that my wife resides is heaven. Full of trees, broad roads, good drainage, and cukoos koo, this is a definite heaven.
Few Quotes from RD I could remember
I enjoyed my Bosses vacation more then mine.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Why am I Crore Pati
The process of meek inheriting the earth has started in this land of ours. Search the whole world and you would find that we stand uniquely proud, for in here we have an ex-chief minister who on 1Re salary owned half the state. Not understanding this phenomenon of inheritance, many smell corruption, when small time officers are caught in government departments possessing crores of rupees in cash. This inheritance is definitely divine as such accumulation of prosperity cannot be explained by any rational principle. A different perspective from a little bit more rational human would be that “there is nothing unnatural and unexplained on this earth; it just means that we have not understood the ways of earth”. Let us take example of “invasion of Iraq”, an act that defied the reason of ordinary intelligence. A closer look and one finds that “it was the revenge of a young boy, who saw his father’s humiliation, and wanted to pay back by force, that would awe and shock the enemy”. The dots are thus connected and a bigger picture emerges.
To summarize, we have two choices, one is two accept that theory of meek, and pray higher powers to bestow upon the status of meek (The government has started dawning this role, by declaring most of the citizens being weak and backward). Or, we could be more rational and unravel the mystery behind this phenomenon. (This requires masterful imagination (lesser intelligence) to see beyond the obvious).
I reached the house of one such bestowed soul. From the outset, no one could imagine that this house could hold riches to surprise all. But then in this land, who could have imagined that a poor humble farmer can rise up to the level of premier. The officer in sour-lime-light invited me. The imprints of unexplained were seen in the form of sandalwood furniture. Guessing my wonder, the official pronounced that the sandalwood was safe in his house rather than in the form of tree, which would create brigands like Veerappan. At a more philosophical level he was agreeing with Thomas Gray
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,And waste its sweetness on the desert air
The sandalwood in the form of tree was wasting its sweetness in the forest air, now it serves more purpose inside his house, with its fragrance soothing the body and soul.
In my fertile mind, I was foreseeing various defenses that he would offer. The best that came to mind was, “Sir, when lord Shiva drank all the poison that came out of the samudra manthan, the act was associated with that of divine, and here, I hold the root cause of all evil in my house, and everybody is crying foul. If this is not kalyug, what is?” Of course not being gifted with foresight of great visionaries, I did not realize that I was in a completely different (politically correct term for inferior) league than the official.
Giving me history of his past the official started, “I had a choice between a comfortable MNC job, as a call center executive, but then believing Robert Frost words, I choose the road less traveled”.” Who wanted to be a lowly clerk in a government office. Everyone is attracted by the quick money of MNCs. I have seen such friends having complaints of BP, Sugar. When the were 2x old they clamor for 2 BR flat, and at 3x age, the best they way they can try to reach the sky, is living on the top floor of this high rise ghetto 3 BR apartments. One room for their children and one for them. This is the where the easier road has taken them to”.
“Look at me, I am enjoying the fruits of serving the people. The golden rings on each of my fingers, is sincere appreciation of my clients, for my dedication to their cause. At the age of 2x, I possessed 2 acre of lands, on which these ghetto apartment were raised, and at the age of 3x, I am no more self centered. My wife and children all own 3 acres of land each. (Doing Public duty results in owning public property). The road less taken of course has been one to prosperity”.
“Been there and having done it, I felt that it was time to spread this message of public work driven prosperity”.” Sir, Bhagat Singh took voluntarily the noose, to arouse nationalist passion. I voluntarily subjected myself to raid and had myself caught with crores of rupees. You would of course realize, that I could have hidden this money in secret cabins in my house, but getting caught red handed was the best way to convey the message “that government jobs offers enormous potential of boundless prosperity, for every one from peon, clerk till all the way up”. I hope to see a day, when the youth of our nation, starve the MNCs of workforce, by choosing government job. Finally, it is our country, and one of the ways to serve is being part of government”.
You would now agree, that as Stephen Covey said, that there are perspectives to the same incident, and you would also nod in agreement, that logic and reasoning presented above is much superior than that offered by any political class. As per NG, some sects believe that “Judas did what ever he did, as per the instruction of Christ. He knew that even though generation would despise him to the core, he did the ultimate sacrifice, for the better of humanity”. Yes, the raid caught official” was a modern day selfless Judas” He is the author of a different kind of “Rang De Basanti”.
To summarize, we have two choices, one is two accept that theory of meek, and pray higher powers to bestow upon the status of meek (The government has started dawning this role, by declaring most of the citizens being weak and backward). Or, we could be more rational and unravel the mystery behind this phenomenon. (This requires masterful imagination (lesser intelligence) to see beyond the obvious).
I reached the house of one such bestowed soul. From the outset, no one could imagine that this house could hold riches to surprise all. But then in this land, who could have imagined that a poor humble farmer can rise up to the level of premier. The officer in sour-lime-light invited me. The imprints of unexplained were seen in the form of sandalwood furniture. Guessing my wonder, the official pronounced that the sandalwood was safe in his house rather than in the form of tree, which would create brigands like Veerappan. At a more philosophical level he was agreeing with Thomas Gray
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,And waste its sweetness on the desert air
The sandalwood in the form of tree was wasting its sweetness in the forest air, now it serves more purpose inside his house, with its fragrance soothing the body and soul.
In my fertile mind, I was foreseeing various defenses that he would offer. The best that came to mind was, “Sir, when lord Shiva drank all the poison that came out of the samudra manthan, the act was associated with that of divine, and here, I hold the root cause of all evil in my house, and everybody is crying foul. If this is not kalyug, what is?” Of course not being gifted with foresight of great visionaries, I did not realize that I was in a completely different (politically correct term for inferior) league than the official.
Giving me history of his past the official started, “I had a choice between a comfortable MNC job, as a call center executive, but then believing Robert Frost words, I choose the road less traveled”.” Who wanted to be a lowly clerk in a government office. Everyone is attracted by the quick money of MNCs. I have seen such friends having complaints of BP, Sugar. When the were 2x old they clamor for 2 BR flat, and at 3x age, the best they way they can try to reach the sky, is living on the top floor of this high rise ghetto 3 BR apartments. One room for their children and one for them. This is the where the easier road has taken them to”.
“Look at me, I am enjoying the fruits of serving the people. The golden rings on each of my fingers, is sincere appreciation of my clients, for my dedication to their cause. At the age of 2x, I possessed 2 acre of lands, on which these ghetto apartment were raised, and at the age of 3x, I am no more self centered. My wife and children all own 3 acres of land each. (Doing Public duty results in owning public property). The road less taken of course has been one to prosperity”.
“Been there and having done it, I felt that it was time to spread this message of public work driven prosperity”.” Sir, Bhagat Singh took voluntarily the noose, to arouse nationalist passion. I voluntarily subjected myself to raid and had myself caught with crores of rupees. You would of course realize, that I could have hidden this money in secret cabins in my house, but getting caught red handed was the best way to convey the message “that government jobs offers enormous potential of boundless prosperity, for every one from peon, clerk till all the way up”. I hope to see a day, when the youth of our nation, starve the MNCs of workforce, by choosing government job. Finally, it is our country, and one of the ways to serve is being part of government”.
You would now agree, that as Stephen Covey said, that there are perspectives to the same incident, and you would also nod in agreement, that logic and reasoning presented above is much superior than that offered by any political class. As per NG, some sects believe that “Judas did what ever he did, as per the instruction of Christ. He knew that even though generation would despise him to the core, he did the ultimate sacrifice, for the better of humanity”. Yes, the raid caught official” was a modern day selfless Judas” He is the author of a different kind of “Rang De Basanti”.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
I am innocent
Disclaimer: The sequence of events and the utterances below, is a reflection of authors imagnative skills. All links to any recent events is purely accidental
The other day, I was caught while crossing a red light in my bike. Being a fast learner from recent events, I immediately proclaimed “I am innocent”. These words are effective weapons used by the powerful and well connected when caught red-handed. (Color Red is no more relevant, the crime list has grown in proportion and variety. Hidden cameras, being of cheap quality, cannot tell the color of hand. The color of banned narcotic substance is typically white.) The constable fell into the psychological game plan of my reverse logic, and started to get the feeling that I was perhaps connected and powerful. On his further queries for my driver’s license and RC book, I replied again I am innocent. Such incoherent and irrelevant repetitive utterance of the same words is the prerogative of the powerful. Additionally, ordinary tax paying denizens and their progenies don’t venture into illegal possession and smoke (sorry drive) at the same time.
The seed of doubt that I earlier laid, with respect to me being some “rayees baap ka bigda baccha”, was sprouting as a sapling. Further nurturing the young sapling of doubt, my co-rider announced that he was my lawyer, and that he would do all “speaking from legal perspective”, and the third pillion rider took upon himself the role of my spokesman.
The spokesman addressed thus: “He is not a habitual offender; otherwise he would have been caught repeatedly. He would have withdrawal symptoms like, “fear of police and driving”. Additionally, Youth is the time to make mistakes and learn from them, because when you are old, you may not have time to learn”. The constable perhaps was not used to such barrage of words, let few minutes of silence pass away. The words of wise statesman did not seem to have any desired effect, the spokesman used the most effective deflector ever discovered in this country of ours, since our independent political evolution started . “This whole incident is a definite sinister game-plan of anti national forces, to tarnish our image, for reasons behind human comprehension and intelligence”. (Authors Note: The “anti national forces” mantra though being oldest in politics, is universal and absolute, and is freely used by all parties in the political spectrum.( On the negative side, the usage of this deflector , means that ship of the individual is sinking, and all his crew is on the process of launching their own ship. ) Lesser potent variety of this deflector are the utterances where in the “foreign forces” are replaced with “politically motivated forces”. In the next level of deflectors are “anti secularist forces”, “anti people forces”, “anti farmer forces”. One should realize that using the deflectors require certain status in the hierarchy of politically corrupt.)
The release of “anti national forces” mantra had an immediate effect on the constable. He knew that “arm of law has far reach”, but was strongly aware that it cannot pierce through the shield of “anti national forces” mantra. The sapling was morphing to a good plant.
My lawyer, not to be left behind, said, “A person has to be innocent first, for him to be labeled guilty. You cannot label a guilty person guilty, as he is already guilty. So my client is innocent and hence cannot be guilty”.
Imagine the state of the poor constable facing a proclaimed innocent driver, teamed with a brilliant lawyer, a wise spokesman-statesman, riding together on a bike, without helmet/RC book/license, breaking the red light. The constable was touched with fear and love by the words of elderly statesman and was confused by the truth of my lawyer’s word (Truth and lawyer, ha, ha, ha). Additionally he inferred that a lawyer-spokesman luxury is reserved for few who are rolling in rupees. And of course the repeated usage of the great one-liner along with utterance of “anti-national” mantra, is how the rich and well-connected speak, when duress descends upon them. The seed that I had laid few minutes back had nurtured into a full grown tree and dropped me its fruit, as the constable let us go free.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Few Random thougths:
1. Never complete your managers sentence, for it would mean that he/she is stating the obvious.
2. Most of the townships in banglaore are called so, for they float in water during rainy season.
3. Genius is 99% inspiraiton , 1% prespiration , where inspiration is the politically correct term of super human intelligence, and 1% prespiration is the hope that ordinary can also reach such levels.
4. Banglaore does not need road dividers as of now, for it would cause divide by zero exception.
5. Bangalore does not need road dividers, it requires roads first, followed by road multipliers.
6. Now is the moment you had been waiting for , unfortunately it has already passed, and the waiting continues.
7. If I know the last day that I am going to be on this earth, I will shift to mars a day before.
8. Life does exists after death, but not for the same person.
9. The duration of an overnight journey depends upon the class and the company you are travelling with.
10. A new airlines that offers the price of deccan and the hosptiality of king fischer would be awesome. (Courtsey: Gaurav)
2. Most of the townships in banglaore are called so, for they float in water during rainy season.
3. Genius is 99% inspiraiton , 1% prespiration , where inspiration is the politically correct term of super human intelligence, and 1% prespiration is the hope that ordinary can also reach such levels.
4. Banglaore does not need road dividers as of now, for it would cause divide by zero exception.
5. Bangalore does not need road dividers, it requires roads first, followed by road multipliers.
6. Now is the moment you had been waiting for , unfortunately it has already passed, and the waiting continues.
7. If I know the last day that I am going to be on this earth, I will shift to mars a day before.
8. Life does exists after death, but not for the same person.
9. The duration of an overnight journey depends upon the class and the company you are travelling with.
10. A new airlines that offers the price of deccan and the hosptiality of king fischer would be awesome. (Courtsey: Gaurav)
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Color Television Vs Yellow Metal: A tale of two promises
The world is full of great visionary, the greatest one felt that , "India would be considered safe, when a jewel clad woman walks, alone in the darkest of nights". Few others have viewed of times, "when education would reach child residing in the remotest corner of the country,".These are thoughts that ordinary mortal intellect resonate and find inspiring. However,Beyond the capacity of human brain's comprehension,their must be cosmic forces, that work in mysterious ways and make our leaders churn our election time visionary promises. After all there are various aspects of revolutionary leader.
One such promise is that of “color TV a house”. If you cannot solve the problem of farmer committing suicide, at least aid the better half spending her rest of years, watching the idiot box. You cannot predict the rain or the lack of it, but you can be dead assured that, the ever lasting tele-serials will last for eternity There is a definite continuity to peoples life, for even if they know, if work is available tomorrow or not, if food can be smelt for next week, one can be sure, that next part of the serial will be viewed. Just one minute of thought if I could visualize the possibilities, Extrapolate this to the interior brain of our revolutionary leaders. The neurons would be firing in fury, resulting in a volcanic eruption of why a color TV is the need of state. Slowly, I can bring a bound (For the lack of any other logical sequence of words,), to this seemingly superfluous stupid scheme. Yes our leaders are visionary, it is our narrow focus on logic, rationality that prevents us from seeing the not obvious. As we are nearing 60 years of independence, we cannot conquer poverty, illetracy, corruption, but atleast here is an idea, which is going to act as a balm. As eyes would be glued towards the messiah of messimerization, making the pain of reality, that much more tolerable. After the idea of universal franchise, that created equality amongst all the citizens of this country, the possession of color TV, would be the second symbol of vibrant democracy, ushering in the second age of equality.
I am sure, the above will be followed with neumerous copy cat scheme. (Imitation is best form of flattery.) Every, poor family will get to watch a movie of their choice in a multiplex, with a coke and choice of junk food. Private sector will share this social responsibility. As this scheme has an unfair tilt to the city dwellers, the same kind of movie, food will be distributed via Public Distributed system ( PDS would be integral part of every Mall). Village dwellers, can travel to nearest mall, in state transport, and thus are guaranteed, food, travel, action, for a day each month.
Now, when the ocean was churned by the gods and the demons, anything was bound to come. So does election. Election, churns the might of our creative political parties and out comes these visionary promises.
In the Promised Land, the government would track, marriage of every poor girl, and grace her with Yellow meta. I could theorize that, over ages (i.e next thousand of years) enough gold will be accumulated in the family, to elevate them from the grudges of poverty. Afterall, An ocean is made of tiny drops of water, taj-mahal was not build in a day. The seed of great and secured future lies embedded in this great promise.
Realize that, Enhancing education infrastructure would result in stress in girl childs life (as competition is bringing in their urban equivalent young children), and providing work opportunities would result in work related stress (as again seen in their working urban equivalent), building new roads would result in more speed related accidents, equipping the hospitals better, would spell out death blow for the tradition of black magic cure. Taking all these risks in consideration, handing gold seems to be an extremely, safe step. Additionally, to ensure misuse, i.e To prevent suicides from its consumption,a certain some amount of adulteration would be allowed.
Now, dear voters, you have seen the two contending parties of bringing in general prosperity. You would agree, the ordinary mind is at fault as it , for it finds itself, bounded by sanity. Both parties, are aiming for that state of human kind, where in state takes complete responsibility of an individuals existence, something like matrix, where in the computers did the same to Humans.
One such promise is that of “color TV a house”. If you cannot solve the problem of farmer committing suicide, at least aid the better half spending her rest of years, watching the idiot box. You cannot predict the rain or the lack of it, but you can be dead assured that, the ever lasting tele-serials will last for eternity There is a definite continuity to peoples life, for even if they know, if work is available tomorrow or not, if food can be smelt for next week, one can be sure, that next part of the serial will be viewed. Just one minute of thought if I could visualize the possibilities, Extrapolate this to the interior brain of our revolutionary leaders. The neurons would be firing in fury, resulting in a volcanic eruption of why a color TV is the need of state. Slowly, I can bring a bound (For the lack of any other logical sequence of words,), to this seemingly superfluous stupid scheme. Yes our leaders are visionary, it is our narrow focus on logic, rationality that prevents us from seeing the not obvious. As we are nearing 60 years of independence, we cannot conquer poverty, illetracy, corruption, but atleast here is an idea, which is going to act as a balm. As eyes would be glued towards the messiah of messimerization, making the pain of reality, that much more tolerable. After the idea of universal franchise, that created equality amongst all the citizens of this country, the possession of color TV, would be the second symbol of vibrant democracy, ushering in the second age of equality.
I am sure, the above will be followed with neumerous copy cat scheme. (Imitation is best form of flattery.) Every, poor family will get to watch a movie of their choice in a multiplex, with a coke and choice of junk food. Private sector will share this social responsibility. As this scheme has an unfair tilt to the city dwellers, the same kind of movie, food will be distributed via Public Distributed system ( PDS would be integral part of every Mall). Village dwellers, can travel to nearest mall, in state transport, and thus are guaranteed, food, travel, action, for a day each month.
Now, when the ocean was churned by the gods and the demons, anything was bound to come. So does election. Election, churns the might of our creative political parties and out comes these visionary promises.
In the Promised Land, the government would track, marriage of every poor girl, and grace her with Yellow meta. I could theorize that, over ages (i.e next thousand of years) enough gold will be accumulated in the family, to elevate them from the grudges of poverty. Afterall, An ocean is made of tiny drops of water, taj-mahal was not build in a day. The seed of great and secured future lies embedded in this great promise.
Realize that, Enhancing education infrastructure would result in stress in girl childs life (as competition is bringing in their urban equivalent young children), and providing work opportunities would result in work related stress (as again seen in their working urban equivalent), building new roads would result in more speed related accidents, equipping the hospitals better, would spell out death blow for the tradition of black magic cure. Taking all these risks in consideration, handing gold seems to be an extremely, safe step. Additionally, to ensure misuse, i.e To prevent suicides from its consumption,a certain some amount of adulteration would be allowed.
Now, dear voters, you have seen the two contending parties of bringing in general prosperity. You would agree, the ordinary mind is at fault as it , for it finds itself, bounded by sanity. Both parties, are aiming for that state of human kind, where in state takes complete responsibility of an individuals existence, something like matrix, where in the computers did the same to Humans.
Minutes of Man vs Mongrel Meeting
Lots of quotes around floating around dogs. The best one being “A barking dog never bites”. It holds good for the moment i.e a dog cannot bite while it is barking. You can ofcourse equally quote “ A sleeping dog never chases”, or “A dead dog cannot sneeze”. It is the same mutual exclusion principle.. Principally I don’t want to test the theory of mutual exclusion. Some weirdo dog with a gene mutation could perhaps prove me wrong. Or perhaps land up in “believe or not” with the dog, narrating the moments when the unthinkable act was performed.
Carefully look at natures construct. Birds have wings so that they can fly, king fisher have a steep dive to catch an uwary fish, snakes don’t have backbone so they can slide well . Coming back to the animal of interest, Look at the dogs canine structure, the length of their teeth, the sharpness of its edges, and you would conclude that they were meant for biting and tearing through flesh. In the jungles the packs of mongrels can hunt their prey and do justice to natures construct. But in concrete jungles, the only other species apart from holy cows that is abundantly available are human beings. Human beings are not holy or revered (Watch how motorist carefully avoid the holy cattles when they are resting on busy roads, Now substitute the cow with a human being, i.e. a human being resting on busy road, and you could visualize how killer BPO-Sumos would honk to death) . Hence the only other animal for chase and hunt, is us the human beings. QED. Dogs will take a chance to bite it off. It is only but natural,
Discovery channel is filled with programs of bravery, love, intelligence and faithfulness of this species. I however feel that nobody has the cameras ready, when the other side of this species is revealed. I of course can only vividly remember the moments of abject fear , when my paths crossed with the paths of territorial mongrels. Unfortunately on that particular night, I was being a culture vulture.. Coming from the heartland, of heat Chennai., our dress tends to be minimal and light weighted (. It is believed that the Sun god, wanted to represent his fury, for lest the human beings, would plan to send a mission and disturb his solitude, and he choose, Chennai for this honor. . In this context it is important to note that The “Rising Sun” is a major political force in Chennai, ).To feel even the slightest of wind our dress are very light weighted. Facing a heavy wind these dress, gives way to internal organ exposure.
These dresses are not typically fit for a fast motion action, for e.g. you don’t want a dog chasing you in the darkness of night. Now unlike the advanced countries, such kind of advisory caution is not printed along the dress supply material. We don’t get a brochure on the terms and conditions for using the dress. We Indians typically learn by experience and pass it on by word of mouth. Me being e-literate this is the medium of my propagation. Hence friends, being a student,-pedestrian-India-equatorite-culture-vulture on the darkest of nights, returning from the viewing a movie in sub 10 rupee ticketing theater, when a pack of mongrels are looking for some target, to practice their primal instinct (i.e hunting), brings in the nature of man-mongrel conflict, when man is at the greatest disadvantage
Discovery channel has again and again, left this imprint on mind that, by running, you would fuel the animal’s instinct for a chase. Instead of it, one should be intimating and perhaps shout back.. There is similar theory; I have learnt in self improvement classes that, when faced with a challenge our brain knows, only two things, either to run or revolt. The part of the brain that holds all theories, suddenly dwarves into a shell covered peanut. It neither revolts or runs, but a state well known panic. There is a momentary shutdown of all brain activities. Things seem to occur in slow motion. But, the shell that covers the actual peanut pops, and kicks the theory of discovery channel down the plastic covered drains. The motion of activity in brain kicks up, and instructs the feet, to push back the earth to gain sufficient rate of change of momentum.. Newton, did not illuminate the world, that rate of change of momentum produced by human beings (or any animal), is dependent on the dress they are wearing.( The reason behind animals nakedness , for the want of speed, is thus exposed) ,. . Running with the dress on, for a non seasoned culture vulture, is like baby learning to walk. It takes time and patience to synchronize the swinging motion of the dress, and the fast rythym of your pacing leg. After all human beings need to learn everything, nothing comes out of pure instinct. Not being able to foresee the interplay of time , space and my dress, I was at this point surrounded by the pack of dogs, I would identify as 5-A main , LBS Nagar gang. (Note each gang has its own, structure, leader, procreation policies. Loyality is rewarded heavily. For e..g the residents for 5-A main are given a go away by 5-A main mongrels. Further provision of food, is all the more appreciated and recognized, Two words hence are locality and loaylity).. My Aim was to reach 2nd cross, where in, I would need to face new set of mongrels, but the loyalty and locality factor would offer protection against such violent chases. So coming back, the non synchronized running, finally let off my veshti, from the hold of my waist. . The speeding were blinded for a moment. Their sole purpose to bring down the target was replaced with chaos and commotion. This occurred at the very boundary of 2nd and 5th cross, and using these precious moments of confusion, I was in my line of safety. The prize ofcourse was my veshty, the very symbol my 5000 year old culture. It lay dead and spread on the streets of 5-A cross, revealing almost my TRUE self, standing on 2nd cross. As the almost my TRUE self was entering my house, a thought came to my mind, “TRUE culture is what is with in you, not in the dress that you are wearing”
Epilogue:
While the history of dress can be traced to ancient myths, the geometric explosion of mongrels is a more recent phenomenon. Dogs being tamed and domesticated by humans is what the history tells us. Though many dogs prospered in this environment with material comfort of food, dog house. (Human beings passed on their system of caste in terms of pedigree, and the dogs were never united since then)Their was always a lingering feeling , in the heart and mind of every mongrel, of returning back to the Jungle next year. The memories of uninhibited expression of love, hunting in packs, marking territory, melted, even the hard core mongrel. A particular breed stuck to this brilliant idea of moving to streets. They felt was a good compromise between the wild and domestic. (The clinching factor favoring the movement. was getting away from neutering and conforming to theory of species propagation by Darwin). This sense of betrayal, is still lingering , The howl of a street smart on viewing a domesticated is that of anguish mixed with pain of betrayal (It sounds woooowooooooowwooooooooooooowwwwooooooooooooow)..
Carefully look at natures construct. Birds have wings so that they can fly, king fisher have a steep dive to catch an uwary fish, snakes don’t have backbone so they can slide well . Coming back to the animal of interest, Look at the dogs canine structure, the length of their teeth, the sharpness of its edges, and you would conclude that they were meant for biting and tearing through flesh. In the jungles the packs of mongrels can hunt their prey and do justice to natures construct. But in concrete jungles, the only other species apart from holy cows that is abundantly available are human beings. Human beings are not holy or revered (Watch how motorist carefully avoid the holy cattles when they are resting on busy roads, Now substitute the cow with a human being, i.e. a human being resting on busy road, and you could visualize how killer BPO-Sumos would honk to death) . Hence the only other animal for chase and hunt, is us the human beings. QED. Dogs will take a chance to bite it off. It is only but natural,
Discovery channel is filled with programs of bravery, love, intelligence and faithfulness of this species. I however feel that nobody has the cameras ready, when the other side of this species is revealed. I of course can only vividly remember the moments of abject fear , when my paths crossed with the paths of territorial mongrels. Unfortunately on that particular night, I was being a culture vulture.. Coming from the heartland, of heat Chennai., our dress tends to be minimal and light weighted (. It is believed that the Sun god, wanted to represent his fury, for lest the human beings, would plan to send a mission and disturb his solitude, and he choose, Chennai for this honor. . In this context it is important to note that The “Rising Sun” is a major political force in Chennai, ).To feel even the slightest of wind our dress are very light weighted. Facing a heavy wind these dress, gives way to internal organ exposure.
These dresses are not typically fit for a fast motion action, for e.g. you don’t want a dog chasing you in the darkness of night. Now unlike the advanced countries, such kind of advisory caution is not printed along the dress supply material. We don’t get a brochure on the terms and conditions for using the dress. We Indians typically learn by experience and pass it on by word of mouth. Me being e-literate this is the medium of my propagation. Hence friends, being a student,-pedestrian-India-equatorite-culture-vulture on the darkest of nights, returning from the viewing a movie in sub 10 rupee ticketing theater, when a pack of mongrels are looking for some target, to practice their primal instinct (i.e hunting), brings in the nature of man-mongrel conflict, when man is at the greatest disadvantage
Discovery channel has again and again, left this imprint on mind that, by running, you would fuel the animal’s instinct for a chase. Instead of it, one should be intimating and perhaps shout back.. There is similar theory; I have learnt in self improvement classes that, when faced with a challenge our brain knows, only two things, either to run or revolt. The part of the brain that holds all theories, suddenly dwarves into a shell covered peanut. It neither revolts or runs, but a state well known panic. There is a momentary shutdown of all brain activities. Things seem to occur in slow motion. But, the shell that covers the actual peanut pops, and kicks the theory of discovery channel down the plastic covered drains. The motion of activity in brain kicks up, and instructs the feet, to push back the earth to gain sufficient rate of change of momentum.. Newton, did not illuminate the world, that rate of change of momentum produced by human beings (or any animal), is dependent on the dress they are wearing.( The reason behind animals nakedness , for the want of speed, is thus exposed) ,. . Running with the dress on, for a non seasoned culture vulture, is like baby learning to walk. It takes time and patience to synchronize the swinging motion of the dress, and the fast rythym of your pacing leg. After all human beings need to learn everything, nothing comes out of pure instinct. Not being able to foresee the interplay of time , space and my dress, I was at this point surrounded by the pack of dogs, I would identify as 5-A main , LBS Nagar gang. (Note each gang has its own, structure, leader, procreation policies. Loyality is rewarded heavily. For e..g the residents for 5-A main are given a go away by 5-A main mongrels. Further provision of food, is all the more appreciated and recognized, Two words hence are locality and loaylity).. My Aim was to reach 2nd cross, where in, I would need to face new set of mongrels, but the loyalty and locality factor would offer protection against such violent chases. So coming back, the non synchronized running, finally let off my veshti, from the hold of my waist. . The speeding were blinded for a moment. Their sole purpose to bring down the target was replaced with chaos and commotion. This occurred at the very boundary of 2nd and 5th cross, and using these precious moments of confusion, I was in my line of safety. The prize ofcourse was my veshty, the very symbol my 5000 year old culture. It lay dead and spread on the streets of 5-A cross, revealing almost my TRUE self, standing on 2nd cross. As the almost my TRUE self was entering my house, a thought came to my mind, “TRUE culture is what is with in you, not in the dress that you are wearing”
Epilogue:
While the history of dress can be traced to ancient myths, the geometric explosion of mongrels is a more recent phenomenon. Dogs being tamed and domesticated by humans is what the history tells us. Though many dogs prospered in this environment with material comfort of food, dog house. (Human beings passed on their system of caste in terms of pedigree, and the dogs were never united since then)Their was always a lingering feeling , in the heart and mind of every mongrel, of returning back to the Jungle next year. The memories of uninhibited expression of love, hunting in packs, marking territory, melted, even the hard core mongrel. A particular breed stuck to this brilliant idea of moving to streets. They felt was a good compromise between the wild and domestic. (The clinching factor favoring the movement. was getting away from neutering and conforming to theory of species propagation by Darwin). This sense of betrayal, is still lingering , The howl of a street smart on viewing a domesticated is that of anguish mixed with pain of betrayal (It sounds woooowooooooowwooooooooooooowwwwooooooooooooow)..
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