The Bus Number 46 originating from Esplanade
Esplanade, College Street, College Square Bidhan Sarani, Vivekananda Road and Tegharia. That' s how the bus number 46 traversed the length and breadth of the city. It was late in the afternoon when i boarded the bus with the consolation that window seat could be easily accessed and the aisle looking less congested. The seat was comfortable and the occupants secured by the thought of bus travelling through different Puja Pandals. The most breathtaking looked to be College Square despite the fleeting glimpse all that i could capture.
THere were a host of shops on books, sweets and and some on grooming centres for men and women. Probably on Vivekananda Road i came across adda coffee hoarding atop a building followed with the tag line of coffee-cum-gossip adda. What could the city and its denizens gossip about when one is hardly left with any energy when s/he returns home in the evening after having put up with a traffic rigidity that is hard to configurate. Perhaps the attempts being made now could have been made in the past to bring a semblance of normalcy to traffic environment.
The air is thick with pollutants and there are stretches and more that define the deteriorating landscape. This landscape can be retrieved as any semblance of normalcy to traffic scenario was never thought of in the past. The city could have a likeable quotient for the affordable imprint it leaves beginning with meals, clothes to accessories. But there are areas like rentals which are not facing downwards and a traffic, despite measures like involvement of volunteers, not the best to showcase. THe attempt to step out may be tempting but tempered with the undercurrent of a traffic that is unmanageable and hitting you in the face in some areas.
The best illustration of the deterioration is the B T Road stretching from Dunlop and beyond to Sealdah and beyond. This B T Road is a living example of how authorities in the past never cared to visualise the deterioration as the comfort of being in power for over 30 years gave the establishment the authority to give a damn to traffic and the sense encircling it. Perhaps among remedial measures should be movement of shared taxis, no sole movement of any kind would be entertained, levy to be imposed on personal transport- possible by any yardstick- and a ban on movement of trucks and the accompanying entourage during the day time . Perhaps some of these measures could desist the people from taking this route.
When i reached Dum Dum, and the bus stranded underneath a flyover, walking was the best course i could employ with the reservoir of pollutants thick in the air. Mozumdar Para was the place where the idol was to be placed and the entire event to be organised by Hindustan Volunteers was the information that trickled in during my wait for the return bus.
The enduring wait for the bus in the vicinity of Dum Dum with fewer exchanges that could break the dilemma of going all the way to Birati or hang in there to get the desirable transport. Moments later i sighted the Dharmatolla bus, and lucky enough to secure a seat. The bus was at its pathetic shape of movement given the long trail of vehicles ahead. Sighthing was the best tool to employ to bide time. Kendriya Vidalaya Ordnance Factory Dum Dum was the first structure i came across. It was Jessore Road Dum Dum, and aligned along shops of battery company and the hanging board of Lecturer and Visiting Physician. There was a hoarding of LIC underscoring the policy for different age groups. This was followed by Asia Pacific Travel (Rail and Air Ticket Booking), Dreamland Coaching Centre, Kolkata Florist and Smile Dental Clinic. Perhaps the dental clinics in and around B T Road galore and herein it was no different.
The most enduring hoarding read: "Grab Jobs in Big Companies" . Followed by Aristocrat Gents Parlour . The bus takes a right turn and we are in Dum Dum Bazar Nager Road . THere is a big hoarding of Full Toss 20 per cent extra for different flavours: Jhalmuri, Green Mango Chatni, Masala Munch, Masala Kachori, Tangy Pickle. The road adjacent to Basant Sweets sees the occupant of the one seated next to me getting down. Before getting down the eye movement near the door says it all but the man on my trail seated behind gives me no room for interaction and parting is painful. But the prayer from my heart for the bong should be enough. This season of crush control is followed by more and more sighting of hoardings. One reads Somalia Air in Dum Dum New Market. Others are Medi-guard Chemist Druggist, Studio Sentos Photo Graphics and Photo Framers, Rama Krishna Wood Works (all kinds of modern furniture), Life The Passion Cyber Cafe.
Later i find collection of people along Abasik Welfare Society. As the bus moves further, there is Bhola Nath Sha Ration Shop, Prasannalya Ladies Tailor, Sankar Medical Stores, Seha Varieties( Jewellers)
There is one on Drink Tara's Special Darjeeling Tea somewhere in the Dum Dum New Market but as the bus turns towards the B T Road there is Cossipore Tel. Exc. followed by Moto Zone (next to a PCO centre). Finally there are shops/ offices like Swapan Engineering Works and on the Acharya Prafulla Chandra Road there are likes of Calcuttal Lodge followed by Indostyle (accessorise yourself) , C K Stores - The Daily ice cream and School of Computer Education/ School of Library Section. Opposite to this is University of Calcutta.
The A C Road brings you face to face with hoarding of Federation Cup 2011 Live and Exclusive on News Time, MIES - Specialist in School Service Education, Angel (care for your loved ones) .
As i near the Sealdah station with the clock showing 19: 40 . The hoarding of Allahabad Bank superimposes the Station building. One hoarding is of B.Com/LLB? Be a tax consultant. Opposite the Sealdah station is hoarding of G K Sports - Chowringhee, Ballygunje, KYD.
Having reached Maulaali Junction, there is Neogi Bylane, Hare Kumar Tagore Square as the bus inches towards Esplanade . On this stretch there are Jashoda Mishtaana Bhandar, Shubham eyecare, Lakshmi Sugandhalaya, Password and other such ones.
Sighting was the preferable tool as nothing else can be managed in the city where post meals and post tea nothing constructive happens.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
How can the traffic landscape have a breathing space
How can the traffic landscape have a breathing space
The air is thick with pollutants and there are stretches and more that define the deteriorating landscape. This landscape can be retrieved as any semblance of normalcy to traffic scenario was never thought of in the past. The city could have a likeable quotient for the affordable imprint it leaves beginning with meals, clothes to accessories. But there are areas like rentals which are not facing downwards and a traffic, despite measures like involvement of volunteers, not the best to showcase. THe attempt to step out may be tempting but tempered with the undercurrent of a traffic that is unmanageable and hitting you in the face in some areas.
The best illustration of the deterioration is the B T Road stretching from Dunlop and beyond to Sealdah and beyond. This B T Road is a living example of how authorities in the past never cared to visualise the deterioration as the comfort of being in power for over 30 years gave the establishment the authority to give a damn to traffic and the sense encircling it. Perhaps among remedial measures should be movement of shared taxis, no sole movement of any kind would be entertained, levy to be imposed on personal transport- possible by any yardstick- and a ban on movement of trucks and the accompanying entourage during the day time . Perhaps some of these measures could desist the people from taking this route.
Another way to check the traffic tirade is to limit the number of buses that run. Get the dislocated people running the buses gainfully employed in metro and other sections- metro is in expansion mode - and bring down the buses by a rational proportion. Once the numbers come down coupled with exploring options of shared taxis, the traffic tangent won't be a picture of disbelief. Had the regimes in the past cared to give metro and its expansion the thrust it deserved, the traffic nightmare would have never reared its head. More metro expansion and a solid thrust to metro - even if involves digging up or elevated stretch- should be explored.
Elevated roads from Esplanade to Sealdah (including the Maulaali Junction) should be explored. The city needs to learn a thing or two on metro upsurge as the entire project can be completed in record time.
As newspapers had this report on Esplanade section getting a new lease of life by decongesting the stretch, the vehicles and how haphazard are their movement would be known to the city residents.
The air is thick with pollutants and there are stretches and more that define the deteriorating landscape. This landscape can be retrieved as any semblance of normalcy to traffic scenario was never thought of in the past. The city could have a likeable quotient for the affordable imprint it leaves beginning with meals, clothes to accessories. But there are areas like rentals which are not facing downwards and a traffic, despite measures like involvement of volunteers, not the best to showcase. THe attempt to step out may be tempting but tempered with the undercurrent of a traffic that is unmanageable and hitting you in the face in some areas.
The best illustration of the deterioration is the B T Road stretching from Dunlop and beyond to Sealdah and beyond. This B T Road is a living example of how authorities in the past never cared to visualise the deterioration as the comfort of being in power for over 30 years gave the establishment the authority to give a damn to traffic and the sense encircling it. Perhaps among remedial measures should be movement of shared taxis, no sole movement of any kind would be entertained, levy to be imposed on personal transport- possible by any yardstick- and a ban on movement of trucks and the accompanying entourage during the day time . Perhaps some of these measures could desist the people from taking this route.
Another way to check the traffic tirade is to limit the number of buses that run. Get the dislocated people running the buses gainfully employed in metro and other sections- metro is in expansion mode - and bring down the buses by a rational proportion. Once the numbers come down coupled with exploring options of shared taxis, the traffic tangent won't be a picture of disbelief. Had the regimes in the past cared to give metro and its expansion the thrust it deserved, the traffic nightmare would have never reared its head. More metro expansion and a solid thrust to metro - even if involves digging up or elevated stretch- should be explored.
Elevated roads from Esplanade to Sealdah (including the Maulaali Junction) should be explored. The city needs to learn a thing or two on metro upsurge as the entire project can be completed in record time.
As newspapers had this report on Esplanade section getting a new lease of life by decongesting the stretch, the vehicles and how haphazard are their movement would be known to the city residents.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
As i approach Bipin Bihari Ganguly street
As i approach Bipin Bihari Ganguly Street, bustling and beaming with undiluted energy on any week day, the celebratory mood the city is in takes a toll on the commotion that defines it . With the entire city in the holiday mood, there are fewer vehicles and fewer skirmishes. Fewer are the outings as most are content to step to the nearest pandal than hop to far away ones. THat was immaculately done before the sixth day of the fest with that has a grandeur undercurrent to it.
Can't write, the cafe's kiddish fascination for movies and no proper lights.
Would have preferred to write on some pvt buswallahs and the rash configuration they operate with.
As i approach Bipin Bihari Ganguly Street, bustling and beaming with undiluted energy on any week day, the celebratory mood the city is in takes a toll on the commotion that defines it . With the entire city in the holiday mood, there are fewer vehicles and fewer skirmishes. Fewer are the outings as most are content to step to the nearest pandal than hop to far away ones. THat was immaculately done before the sixth day of the fest with that has a grandeur undercurrent to it.
Can't write, the cafe's kiddish fascination for movies and no proper lights.
Would have preferred to write on some pvt buswallahs and the rash configuration they operate with.
The city and Dharmatolla roundabout by Puneet Rajhans
The city and Dharmatolla roundabout by Puneet Rajhans
The city i reside and Dharmatolla roundabout i take a stroll won't underscore the urgency to my schedule but there have been occasions when the stay has been tempered with the nagging doubt of how i am supposed to bide time. The time that has 24 hours, with ever-widening thoughts that transcend beyond 24. In the morning i came across a movie poster titled "Seven Days". The tag line read: "One Man One Week and One Murder. "
Perhaps a lot can happen in a space of seven days and if this very period one is advised to stay in a place where mobility is not that big issue but traffic constraints on occasions proving to be more than true. The duration of stay is not a record one as this and beyond i have done it earlier; the differentiator being the venturing out i undertook in the past to a new city and then returned to the previous one. There is not much from the papers either given the scale of differences that they attempt to project and the negotiations to broker truce. All looks to be a big farce when fewer seem to be interested in dissension of whatever nature that exists in the Cabinet. Just a note from a junior functionary in the Ministry and look at the administered attempt to give a tangent of a maelstrom. If those on the non-treasury benches are trying to reap a capital out of this, it would be misguided. Because the 2G is already in the quarters of judiciary and let the courts decide on it. Just one whiff of anger from here or one alleged smell of notoriety from there won't give brownie points.
The public is not interested in these spats and sparring bouts; they would be hailing administrative decisions that check inflation and bring a semblance of functioning to government departments that have turned archaic.
As i near one week in the city i desire and long to stay, the accommodation is an issue that continues to drag me to difficulties that i have begun to take in my stride in the normal course. Though the experiences in Ahmednagar over a period of time have been somewhat patchy, the accommodation here in the city is comparatively better except for the commotion that breaks out outside the room in the middle of night or early morning. Others staying in the adjacent rooms are species momentarily dislodged from their permanent accommodation centres and yet to learn the art of tolerable commotion. These little chorus of discontent i have begun to take in the normal course, quite different from the course the Prime Mediator made out the case for. The Prime Mediator has suggested that the Govt would stay on course come what may. The visit to United Nations should not have been taken in the first place nor other govt functionaries should have visited the nation state that is yet to arrest the decline. Here we are faced with an inflation that refuses to recede - and the attempt of the government should be to curb expenditure that draws its strength from potential of people to pay taxes.
The intent should be to contain anything that makes the govt of the day splurge; and once you have done away with discretionary powers of officers and ministers, much of the room for mindless spending would be curbed. How the inflation story began is an old tale but how it would be curbed and that tamed inflation could endure is the necessity of the hour.
Someone in the govt suggested the intent to remodel the railways on the lines of high speed trains of China. Perhaps nothing would be more drastic than this attempt. Because in India it is the masses that travel by railways and let this be the engine of movement of the masses and not for those looking for seamless transition. There are airlines. You try that.
The city i reside and Dharmatolla roundabout i take a stroll won't underscore the urgency to my schedule but there have been occasions when the stay has been tempered with the nagging doubt of how i am supposed to bide time. The time that has 24 hours, with ever-widening thoughts that transcend beyond 24. In the morning i came across a movie poster titled "Seven Days". The tag line read: "One Man One Week and One Murder. "
Perhaps a lot can happen in a space of seven days and if this very period one is advised to stay in a place where mobility is not that big issue but traffic constraints on occasions proving to be more than true. The duration of stay is not a record one as this and beyond i have done it earlier; the differentiator being the venturing out i undertook in the past to a new city and then returned to the previous one. There is not much from the papers either given the scale of differences that they attempt to project and the negotiations to broker truce. All looks to be a big farce when fewer seem to be interested in dissension of whatever nature that exists in the Cabinet. Just a note from a junior functionary in the Ministry and look at the administered attempt to give a tangent of a maelstrom. If those on the non-treasury benches are trying to reap a capital out of this, it would be misguided. Because the 2G is already in the quarters of judiciary and let the courts decide on it. Just one whiff of anger from here or one alleged smell of notoriety from there won't give brownie points.
The public is not interested in these spats and sparring bouts; they would be hailing administrative decisions that check inflation and bring a semblance of functioning to government departments that have turned archaic.
As i near one week in the city i desire and long to stay, the accommodation is an issue that continues to drag me to difficulties that i have begun to take in my stride in the normal course. Though the experiences in Ahmednagar over a period of time have been somewhat patchy, the accommodation here in the city is comparatively better except for the commotion that breaks out outside the room in the middle of night or early morning. Others staying in the adjacent rooms are species momentarily dislodged from their permanent accommodation centres and yet to learn the art of tolerable commotion. These little chorus of discontent i have begun to take in the normal course, quite different from the course the Prime Mediator made out the case for. The Prime Mediator has suggested that the Govt would stay on course come what may. The visit to United Nations should not have been taken in the first place nor other govt functionaries should have visited the nation state that is yet to arrest the decline. Here we are faced with an inflation that refuses to recede - and the attempt of the government should be to curb expenditure that draws its strength from potential of people to pay taxes.
The intent should be to contain anything that makes the govt of the day splurge; and once you have done away with discretionary powers of officers and ministers, much of the room for mindless spending would be curbed. How the inflation story began is an old tale but how it would be curbed and that tamed inflation could endure is the necessity of the hour.
Someone in the govt suggested the intent to remodel the railways on the lines of high speed trains of China. Perhaps nothing would be more drastic than this attempt. Because in India it is the masses that travel by railways and let this be the engine of movement of the masses and not for those looking for seamless transition. There are airlines. You try that.
AS i inch towards Bara bazaar in search of raw perfume having covered the entire length from Kalighat, the search from Bara Bazaar is on foot. i sight Bonanza - Make money make no mistakes Opposite the Mookherjee House is Hollywood Institute of Management. As the search takes me to Tea Board, i am reminded of Jhalmuris and the alacrity shown by some.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
From the tea in Esplanade to tea in Dharmatolla by Puneet Rajhans
From the tea in Esplanade to tea in Dharmatolla by Puneet Rajhans
The search for tea has taken me to varied places in the city i stay. There are moments post half an hour sleep or sleep lasting all of three to four hours and the tea is one requirement engaging the train of thought. Deluged with offerings, given the scale to which the vendors operate, the minimal existence is traced during late afternoon when all have disappeared except those who trickle in only during this hour. There are flexible centres which operate during certain hours and fixed centres which operate round the clock given the mammoth churning of desires and taste that the city is witness to.
Seamless it may not be the attempt to secure it and vendors who were all visible the previous day remain untraced if you long to have the tea from them the following day. The meals at Lakhanlal is a must and the beginning foray has been somewhat patchy as i almost lost the steps to reach there. Lost momentarily, i found myself in the meal centre post half an hour or an hour desperate search. And this enduring search made me long for strong intake hour after hour.
The mornings begin with the need to get the requisite dosage failing which the foray to the nook and cranny is an unlimited one. Would prefer to get the tea from the nearest serving centre ; and almost get to that scale of success on majority of times. And here the CR Avenue outing has been fairly successful barring two or three occasions. Of late Esplanade East Row (adjacent to DGFT Office) has tea serving of my liking and the queries post intake has been on the tea leaves immersed in the boiling kettle . Securing Success on this likeable tea got registered almost after having spent considerable time in the city. The tea served at hot tea centre opposite one theatre adjacent to C R Avenue is equally tempting. Tempting is not only the tea that is on offer; the non-pricey part swells the audience.
Besides the tea one morning from a vendor sandwiched between House of Bearings and C K or G K Taders at Prafulla Sarkar Street was a power boost but somewhat pricey.
Ganesh Chandra Avenue and beyond have been equally explored but not to a scale where the best could be tried. Those Always On Foot or hopping from one bus to another, tea is a must and something to cheer you which no peers can do. Hope to set on sail exploration of tea and beyond as nothing else is left to be explored.
Some other noticeable teas i have had in the past:
- In the Mehsana station - kutchha one in the late 90s - when it was a barren land and train used to halt to get the requisite signal
- In the Kalka station waiting for onward journey to Shimla
- Right opposite the Kanniyakumari Women Police Station, tea vendors getting the strong content made
- In Tirumala there are a host of places where the requisite tea can be accessed provided the nature of tea one desires has been clearly spelt out.
- In the precincts of Rameshawaram Bus Stand
- In the precincts of Beowar Bus Stand on my way from Nathdwara to Ajmer
- In Bhusawal, close to the Railway Station;
And in Esplanade and the roundabout.
The search for tea has taken me to varied places in the city i stay. There are moments post half an hour sleep or sleep lasting all of three to four hours and the tea is one requirement engaging the train of thought. Deluged with offerings, given the scale to which the vendors operate, the minimal existence is traced during late afternoon when all have disappeared except those who trickle in only during this hour. There are flexible centres which operate during certain hours and fixed centres which operate round the clock given the mammoth churning of desires and taste that the city is witness to.
Seamless it may not be the attempt to secure it and vendors who were all visible the previous day remain untraced if you long to have the tea from them the following day. The meals at Lakhanlal is a must and the beginning foray has been somewhat patchy as i almost lost the steps to reach there. Lost momentarily, i found myself in the meal centre post half an hour or an hour desperate search. And this enduring search made me long for strong intake hour after hour.
The mornings begin with the need to get the requisite dosage failing which the foray to the nook and cranny is an unlimited one. Would prefer to get the tea from the nearest serving centre ; and almost get to that scale of success on majority of times. And here the CR Avenue outing has been fairly successful barring two or three occasions. Of late Esplanade East Row (adjacent to DGFT Office) has tea serving of my liking and the queries post intake has been on the tea leaves immersed in the boiling kettle . Securing Success on this likeable tea got registered almost after having spent considerable time in the city. The tea served at hot tea centre opposite one theatre adjacent to C R Avenue is equally tempting. Tempting is not only the tea that is on offer; the non-pricey part swells the audience.
Besides the tea one morning from a vendor sandwiched between House of Bearings and C K or G K Taders at Prafulla Sarkar Street was a power boost but somewhat pricey.
Ganesh Chandra Avenue and beyond have been equally explored but not to a scale where the best could be tried. Those Always On Foot or hopping from one bus to another, tea is a must and something to cheer you which no peers can do. Hope to set on sail exploration of tea and beyond as nothing else is left to be explored.
Some other noticeable teas i have had in the past:
- In the Mehsana station - kutchha one in the late 90s - when it was a barren land and train used to halt to get the requisite signal
- In the Kalka station waiting for onward journey to Shimla
- Right opposite the Kanniyakumari Women Police Station, tea vendors getting the strong content made
- In Tirumala there are a host of places where the requisite tea can be accessed provided the nature of tea one desires has been clearly spelt out.
- In the precincts of Rameshawaram Bus Stand
- In the precincts of Beowar Bus Stand on my way from Nathdwara to Ajmer
- In Bhusawal, close to the Railway Station;
And in Esplanade and the roundabout.
The city and Dharmatolla roundabout by Puneet Rajhans
The city and Dharmatolla roundabout by Puneet Rajhans
The city i reside and Dharmatolla roundabout i take a stroll won't underscore the urgency to my schedule but there have been occasions when the stay has been tempered with the nagging doubt of how i am supposed to bide time. The time that has 24 hours, with ever-widening thoughts that transcend beyond 24. In the morning i came across a movie poster titled "Seven Days". The tag line read: "One Man One Week and One Murder. "
Perhaps a lot can happen in a space of seven days and if this very period one is advised to stay in a place where mobility is not that big issue but traffic constraints on occasions proving to be more than true. The duration of stay is not a record one as this and beyond i have done it earlier; the differentiator being the venturing out i undertook in the past to a new city and then returned to the previous one. There is not much from the papers either given the scale of differences that they attempt to project and the negotiations to broker truce. All looks to be a big farce when fewer seem to be interested in dissension of whatever nature that exists in the Cabinet. Just a note from a junior functionary in the Ministry and look at the administered attempt to give a tangent of a maelstrom. If those on the non-treasury benches are trying to reap a capital out of this, it would be misguided. Because the 2G is already in the quarters of judiciary and let the courts decide on it. Just one whiff of anger from here or one alleged smell of notoriety from there won't give brownie points.
The public is not interested in these spats and sparring bouts; they would be hailing administrative decisions that check inflation and bring a semblance of functioning to government departments that have turned archaic.
As i near one week in the city i desire and long to stay, the accommodation is an issue that continues to drag me to difficulties that i have begun to take in my stride in the normal course. Though the experiences in Ahmednagar over a period of time have been somewhat patchy, the accommodation here in the city is comparatively better except for the commotion that breaks out outside the room in the middle of night or early morning. Others staying in the adjacent rooms are species momentarily dislodged from their permanent accommodation centres and yet to learn the art of tolerable commotion. These little chorus of discontent i have begun to take in the normal course, quite different from the course the Prime Mediator made out the case for. The Prime Mediator has suggested that the Govt would stay on course come what may. The visit to United Nations should not have been taken in the first place nor other govt functionaries should have visited the nation state that is yet to arrest the decline. Here we are faced with an inflation that refuses to recede - and the attempt of the government should be to curb expenditure that draws its strength from potential of people to pay taxes.
The intent should be to contain anything that makes the govt of the day splurge; and once you have done away with discretionary powers of officers and ministers, much of the room for mindless spending would be curbed. How the inflation story began is an old tale but how it would be curbed and that tamed inflation could endure is the necessity of the hour.
Someone in the govt suggested the intent to remodel the railways on the lines of high speed trains of China. Perhaps nothing would be more drastic than this attempt. Because in India it is the masses that travel by railways and let this be the engine of movement of the masses and not for those looking for seamless transition. There are airlines. You try that.
The city i reside and Dharmatolla roundabout i take a stroll won't underscore the urgency to my schedule but there have been occasions when the stay has been tempered with the nagging doubt of how i am supposed to bide time. The time that has 24 hours, with ever-widening thoughts that transcend beyond 24. In the morning i came across a movie poster titled "Seven Days". The tag line read: "One Man One Week and One Murder. "
Perhaps a lot can happen in a space of seven days and if this very period one is advised to stay in a place where mobility is not that big issue but traffic constraints on occasions proving to be more than true. The duration of stay is not a record one as this and beyond i have done it earlier; the differentiator being the venturing out i undertook in the past to a new city and then returned to the previous one. There is not much from the papers either given the scale of differences that they attempt to project and the negotiations to broker truce. All looks to be a big farce when fewer seem to be interested in dissension of whatever nature that exists in the Cabinet. Just a note from a junior functionary in the Ministry and look at the administered attempt to give a tangent of a maelstrom. If those on the non-treasury benches are trying to reap a capital out of this, it would be misguided. Because the 2G is already in the quarters of judiciary and let the courts decide on it. Just one whiff of anger from here or one alleged smell of notoriety from there won't give brownie points.
The public is not interested in these spats and sparring bouts; they would be hailing administrative decisions that check inflation and bring a semblance of functioning to government departments that have turned archaic.
As i near one week in the city i desire and long to stay, the accommodation is an issue that continues to drag me to difficulties that i have begun to take in my stride in the normal course. Though the experiences in Ahmednagar over a period of time have been somewhat patchy, the accommodation here in the city is comparatively better except for the commotion that breaks out outside the room in the middle of night or early morning. Others staying in the adjacent rooms are species momentarily dislodged from their permanent accommodation centres and yet to learn the art of tolerable commotion. These little chorus of discontent i have begun to take in the normal course, quite different from the course the Prime Mediator made out the case for. The Prime Mediator has suggested that the Govt would stay on course come what may. The visit to United Nations should not have been taken in the first place nor other govt functionaries should have visited the nation state that is yet to arrest the decline. Here we are faced with an inflation that refuses to recede - and the attempt of the government should be to curb expenditure that draws its strength from potential of people to pay taxes.
The intent should be to contain anything that makes the govt of the day splurge; and once you have done away with discretionary powers of officers and ministers, much of the room for mindless spending would be curbed. How the inflation story began is an old tale but how it would be curbed and that tamed inflation could endure is the necessity of the hour.
Someone in the govt suggested the intent to remodel the railways on the lines of high speed trains of China. Perhaps nothing would be more drastic than this attempt. Because in India it is the masses that travel by railways and let this be the engine of movement of the masses and not for those looking for seamless transition. There are airlines. You try that.
The Sleeper Coaches and beyond by Puneet Rajhans
The Sleeper Coaches and beyond
It is a common sight to see people travelling in sleeper coaches. Equally common is the sight that in these coaches passengers outnumber seats. Be it day or night it is a rarity when you would find the same number of passengers as the number of seats. On occasions when urgency of the assignment has bestowed me with the sole chance to travel by procuring a general ticket, i have travelled in these coaches by paying the difference between the general and sleeper fare. On occasions the TTI has obliged me by charging the exact fare ; and on occasions he has tried to charge me extra and refrained from issuing the receipt. Over the years i have tried to do away with this situation by taking any train which has a sleeper class availability and this followed by taking another train to my final destination. The sleeper coaches are meant to convey the angst of the commoners when despite having the confirmed ticket some are made to share the space with others who don't have a confirmed one. I won't say i have been deluged with this sort of happening as on occasions ac journey has been tried and even roadway buses option have been exercised.
When you talk about sleeper class and those who intend to travel, the underlying belief is you have to expect the unexpected turn of events. The swift turn of events may even land you in a position where you could be unseated if those bent on doing dadagiri enter the coach and do the inevitable. Millions in our country travel daily in sleeper coaches; some to visit their acquaintances and some to dissuade their acquaintances from visiting them. The aptitude of those who travel in sleeper coaches is rocksolid and equally rocksolid is their determination to complete the journey come what may. Say if you take a train ride from National Capital to Chennai, the two nights and two days in the train and that too in a sleeper coach would surely test your endurance. But there are millions who have successfully gone past this test and remained steadfast post this journey and prior to the one they are expected to take. The inhabitants of these coaches are earthy entities who have withstood the fury of nature and their neighbour. The life for them have not been topsy turvy as all turn of events in their lives are taken as inevitable progression of life . Three cheers for those who travel in sleeper coaches and yet don't lose cool as has been observed while hopping from one coach to another while on a long train ride.
Last year in the month of May when i took the early morning train from Tirupati to Secundarabad, armed with a general ticket and looking for a seat in 3AC. Knowing well that there would be more than handful of seats i approached the TTI and pleaded for a seat with the upfront payment of the difference in the fare. Having told him that postponement won't be desirable as frail health could knock me down any time soon, the TTI kept on pressurising me to either move to the general coach or abandon the journey. Seeing me not budge a bit, he offered me a seat in the 3AC with the observation that he was going out of the way to oblige me. That wasn't the correct picture given that there were large number of seats that were lying vacant. When i paid the difference, he retorted : "You have paid me the exact amount." That time i could not gauge what he meant and only later realised that he wanted to fleece me. I continued with my journey and with no interaction whatsoever. That event actually sowed the desire that it is handy to travel by a confirmed ticket than keep running around a TTI who would not oblige you with a seat unless you pay him extra. But there are millions who won't pay a bit extra come what may. Because there are a large number of vacant seats which TTI hands over to the parties with whom he has a grand and swelling understanding.
About six years ago after completing the Gir Sasan assignment as i left Ahmedabad for Ajmer, the general ticket was all i had. I took the sleeper coach as directed by TTI and paid him the difference. Having told him the writer part he desisted from any wrongdoing. But on occasions even the writer part does not the check the erratic behaviour of TTI.
The other day while taking the Pune-North Bihar Express, the journey was barely three hours but the stretch of imagination went beyond the hours spent inside the train. Having been told that i could take seat no 32, i went for the sleeper coach with bouts of apprehension coupled with the thought of journey termination. As i stepped inside, for every seat there were three to four occupants. Those having the desire to doze off saw three occupants occupy one seat. I don't know exactly how many seats a sleeper coach has but that coach was carrying a strength of over 100. Besides the seats the passengers had parked themselves next to the toilet and the adjoining areas; the area beneath the lower berth meant for luggage was equally employed for sleeping purpose; and all areas in the passage and beyond had been utilised to the hilt. Perhaps those with waiting sleeper ticket were in majority in that coach. I don't remember whether other sleeper coaches were reminiscent of this one but the train ride these passengers were supposed to take went beyond two days. Though my stay inside was for barely three hours tempered with intimidation of luggage being stolen, the experience was not a healthy one
It is nothing less than a miracle the load the Indian Railways carry each day. Equally miraculous are the powers of TTI, who are scouting for an opportunity to make easy money. To cut their fiefdom the railways need to devise a novel plan. It could go like this. In some sleeper coaches after all confirmed seats have been occupied, those with waitlisted sleeper tickets should be allowed to board and this is the normal practice. And those with general ticket waiting to get into the sleeper coach should be issued a receipt against an amount fixed by the railways- the difference between the general and sleeper fare - even if there are no vacant seats. Even if the journey is from the point of origination to the point of destination or for a duration lasting few hours, receipt should be issued against the payment made by a general ticket holder willing to go inside a sleeper coach. Though that receipt is not for a seat or seat number but a legitimate process of entry to a sleeper coach by paying the exact amount of sleeper class fare. This receipt won't get him the seat but actually a place in the aisle or nearby and thereby dethrone the chances of TTI to make easy money. That receipt would just be an entry to the sleeper coach and probably the first claimant if ever any seat goes vacant. I know as far as claim part is concerned, it can't be workable but at least the receipt would get the money that is meant for railways and not land in the pockets of TTIs for whom the railways still crave. That is the genuine way of checking the loot spawned by touts and TTIs and give the railways the resources it deserves.
As for the depleting manpower in railways, due consideration should be given for desirable candidates and nowhere attempts should be made by those forces who disrupt exams. Once the desirable manpower is there the railways would be one sector for which the common man would too care. Railways is the biggest and best sector that takes care of millions every day. Millions of prayers go for its smooth functioning.
Instead of doling out largesee for aviation and malls, the govt. needs to take care of this sector and do the needful.
It is a common sight to see people travelling in sleeper coaches. Equally common is the sight that in these coaches passengers outnumber seats. Be it day or night it is a rarity when you would find the same number of passengers as the number of seats. On occasions when urgency of the assignment has bestowed me with the sole chance to travel by procuring a general ticket, i have travelled in these coaches by paying the difference between the general and sleeper fare. On occasions the TTI has obliged me by charging the exact fare ; and on occasions he has tried to charge me extra and refrained from issuing the receipt. Over the years i have tried to do away with this situation by taking any train which has a sleeper class availability and this followed by taking another train to my final destination. The sleeper coaches are meant to convey the angst of the commoners when despite having the confirmed ticket some are made to share the space with others who don't have a confirmed one. I won't say i have been deluged with this sort of happening as on occasions ac journey has been tried and even roadway buses option have been exercised.
When you talk about sleeper class and those who intend to travel, the underlying belief is you have to expect the unexpected turn of events. The swift turn of events may even land you in a position where you could be unseated if those bent on doing dadagiri enter the coach and do the inevitable. Millions in our country travel daily in sleeper coaches; some to visit their acquaintances and some to dissuade their acquaintances from visiting them. The aptitude of those who travel in sleeper coaches is rocksolid and equally rocksolid is their determination to complete the journey come what may. Say if you take a train ride from National Capital to Chennai, the two nights and two days in the train and that too in a sleeper coach would surely test your endurance. But there are millions who have successfully gone past this test and remained steadfast post this journey and prior to the one they are expected to take. The inhabitants of these coaches are earthy entities who have withstood the fury of nature and their neighbour. The life for them have not been topsy turvy as all turn of events in their lives are taken as inevitable progression of life . Three cheers for those who travel in sleeper coaches and yet don't lose cool as has been observed while hopping from one coach to another while on a long train ride.
Last year in the month of May when i took the early morning train from Tirupati to Secundarabad, armed with a general ticket and looking for a seat in 3AC. Knowing well that there would be more than handful of seats i approached the TTI and pleaded for a seat with the upfront payment of the difference in the fare. Having told him that postponement won't be desirable as frail health could knock me down any time soon, the TTI kept on pressurising me to either move to the general coach or abandon the journey. Seeing me not budge a bit, he offered me a seat in the 3AC with the observation that he was going out of the way to oblige me. That wasn't the correct picture given that there were large number of seats that were lying vacant. When i paid the difference, he retorted : "You have paid me the exact amount." That time i could not gauge what he meant and only later realised that he wanted to fleece me. I continued with my journey and with no interaction whatsoever. That event actually sowed the desire that it is handy to travel by a confirmed ticket than keep running around a TTI who would not oblige you with a seat unless you pay him extra. But there are millions who won't pay a bit extra come what may. Because there are a large number of vacant seats which TTI hands over to the parties with whom he has a grand and swelling understanding.
About six years ago after completing the Gir Sasan assignment as i left Ahmedabad for Ajmer, the general ticket was all i had. I took the sleeper coach as directed by TTI and paid him the difference. Having told him the writer part he desisted from any wrongdoing. But on occasions even the writer part does not the check the erratic behaviour of TTI.
The other day while taking the Pune-North Bihar Express, the journey was barely three hours but the stretch of imagination went beyond the hours spent inside the train. Having been told that i could take seat no 32, i went for the sleeper coach with bouts of apprehension coupled with the thought of journey termination. As i stepped inside, for every seat there were three to four occupants. Those having the desire to doze off saw three occupants occupy one seat. I don't know exactly how many seats a sleeper coach has but that coach was carrying a strength of over 100. Besides the seats the passengers had parked themselves next to the toilet and the adjoining areas; the area beneath the lower berth meant for luggage was equally employed for sleeping purpose; and all areas in the passage and beyond had been utilised to the hilt. Perhaps those with waiting sleeper ticket were in majority in that coach. I don't remember whether other sleeper coaches were reminiscent of this one but the train ride these passengers were supposed to take went beyond two days. Though my stay inside was for barely three hours tempered with intimidation of luggage being stolen, the experience was not a healthy one
It is nothing less than a miracle the load the Indian Railways carry each day. Equally miraculous are the powers of TTI, who are scouting for an opportunity to make easy money. To cut their fiefdom the railways need to devise a novel plan. It could go like this. In some sleeper coaches after all confirmed seats have been occupied, those with waitlisted sleeper tickets should be allowed to board and this is the normal practice. And those with general ticket waiting to get into the sleeper coach should be issued a receipt against an amount fixed by the railways- the difference between the general and sleeper fare - even if there are no vacant seats. Even if the journey is from the point of origination to the point of destination or for a duration lasting few hours, receipt should be issued against the payment made by a general ticket holder willing to go inside a sleeper coach. Though that receipt is not for a seat or seat number but a legitimate process of entry to a sleeper coach by paying the exact amount of sleeper class fare. This receipt won't get him the seat but actually a place in the aisle or nearby and thereby dethrone the chances of TTI to make easy money. That receipt would just be an entry to the sleeper coach and probably the first claimant if ever any seat goes vacant. I know as far as claim part is concerned, it can't be workable but at least the receipt would get the money that is meant for railways and not land in the pockets of TTIs for whom the railways still crave. That is the genuine way of checking the loot spawned by touts and TTIs and give the railways the resources it deserves.
As for the depleting manpower in railways, due consideration should be given for desirable candidates and nowhere attempts should be made by those forces who disrupt exams. Once the desirable manpower is there the railways would be one sector for which the common man would too care. Railways is the biggest and best sector that takes care of millions every day. Millions of prayers go for its smooth functioning.
Instead of doling out largesee for aviation and malls, the govt. needs to take care of this sector and do the needful.
Impressions Of A City by Puneet Rajhans
Impressions Of A City by Puneet Rajhans
Spitting and standing on the vestibule is prohibited. This is the message etched inside the metro which moves in the north-south corridor. The other is on the duration of stay which is desirable for 30 minutes if one wants to enter and exit from the same metro station. And if one has taken the ride, the exit has to be within 90 minutes failing which the penalty would be levied on you.
As i stand in the queue to take a metro to Jatin Das Park, the token availability is not much of a problem, trigerred by functioning of more than one window. As the token is procured and the ride is taken, i am reminded of the morning ride which i completed with seeming ease given fewer vehicles on the road and fewer passengers on board. Going past Elliot Park and other destinations in the north-south divide, the ride back and forth was exhilarating; the difference being thick sheets of shower that came down during the return journey.
The chase for a cyber cafe is intertwined with the intake of a strong tea; the tea had to be specially prepared given the wholesome meals that had been tried at Lakhanlal (second time in three days) and the tea vendor that could not be located at Esplanade and roundabout. What i located was a hoarding on Benfish ISO 9001: 2008 and 22000: 2005 certified. There are interplay of forces with hoardings and hootings in and around. Perhaps a query to India Coffee House employee who spends more time outside than inside about tea availability is met with a stiff response; this followed by another guy declaring in chaste Hindi about ICH employee being secretary to some politico. And the guy who has made this declaration hoots if one hasn't acknowledged the all-pervasive influence. If this hooting was an exception, the K C Das food joint has a staff which seem to be overburdened with work- the renovation inside has made them stale stuff- and any query about sweets is met with a terse response and a wait that has no end to it. About two years ago as well when i had gone to fetch curd that could be carried to the National Capital, the exorbitant prices had stalled my effort. Equally it is true for meals including the one at Lakhanlal which on previous occasions came for Rs 25 and this time round it was Rs 34. As these experiences appear to be a mixed bag, the stay by all reckoning has been smooth and tidy. The pulse of the city reverberates with an agenda that has its feet firm to the ground, there is nothing to discredit those who are on the margins and nothing to credit those who are on a ladder. Lapped by a ladder and limos, they have to share space with commoners as huge number of buses ply and thrive. Personal transport could easily be dispensed with given the limited roads and the excessive crawling they have to do. But that is too difficult a solution to be tried. Because the Metro provides the limited North-South connectivity and rest of the territories have to be accessed by vehicles or on foot.
As these impressions take centrestage, i am reminded of the hot tea served by a vendor. The rates for special tea (full glass) Rs 12; special tea (half glass) Rs 8, ordinary Rs 2. Perhaps no other visible city in the country which has been subjected to economy catastrophe courtesy misguided liberalisation of economy can make a claim of serving tea for Rs. The tea vendor appeared to be a man of big heart and his declaration that 80 paisa for special tea (full glass) existed in the past showed the road we had traversed. From the states of Maharashtra to West Bengal, the tea quality may differ and the price as well. In Maharashtra, the tea is exceedingly sweet and in West Bengal it is somewhat tempered. Post meals tea is a necessity and braving all odds including long distance travels one is bound to have it.
Spitting and standing on the vestibule is prohibited. This is the message etched inside the metro which moves in the north-south corridor. The other is on the duration of stay which is desirable for 30 minutes if one wants to enter and exit from the same metro station. And if one has taken the ride, the exit has to be within 90 minutes failing which the penalty would be levied on you.
As i stand in the queue to take a metro to Jatin Das Park, the token availability is not much of a problem, trigerred by functioning of more than one window. As the token is procured and the ride is taken, i am reminded of the morning ride which i completed with seeming ease given fewer vehicles on the road and fewer passengers on board. Going past Elliot Park and other destinations in the north-south divide, the ride back and forth was exhilarating; the difference being thick sheets of shower that came down during the return journey.
The chase for a cyber cafe is intertwined with the intake of a strong tea; the tea had to be specially prepared given the wholesome meals that had been tried at Lakhanlal (second time in three days) and the tea vendor that could not be located at Esplanade and roundabout. What i located was a hoarding on Benfish ISO 9001: 2008 and 22000: 2005 certified. There are interplay of forces with hoardings and hootings in and around. Perhaps a query to India Coffee House employee who spends more time outside than inside about tea availability is met with a stiff response; this followed by another guy declaring in chaste Hindi about ICH employee being secretary to some politico. And the guy who has made this declaration hoots if one hasn't acknowledged the all-pervasive influence. If this hooting was an exception, the K C Das food joint has a staff which seem to be overburdened with work- the renovation inside has made them stale stuff- and any query about sweets is met with a terse response and a wait that has no end to it. About two years ago as well when i had gone to fetch curd that could be carried to the National Capital, the exorbitant prices had stalled my effort. Equally it is true for meals including the one at Lakhanlal which on previous occasions came for Rs 25 and this time round it was Rs 34. As these experiences appear to be a mixed bag, the stay by all reckoning has been smooth and tidy. The pulse of the city reverberates with an agenda that has its feet firm to the ground, there is nothing to discredit those who are on the margins and nothing to credit those who are on a ladder. Lapped by a ladder and limos, they have to share space with commoners as huge number of buses ply and thrive. Personal transport could easily be dispensed with given the limited roads and the excessive crawling they have to do. But that is too difficult a solution to be tried. Because the Metro provides the limited North-South connectivity and rest of the territories have to be accessed by vehicles or on foot.
As these impressions take centrestage, i am reminded of the hot tea served by a vendor. The rates for special tea (full glass) Rs 12; special tea (half glass) Rs 8, ordinary Rs 2. Perhaps no other visible city in the country which has been subjected to economy catastrophe courtesy misguided liberalisation of economy can make a claim of serving tea for Rs. The tea vendor appeared to be a man of big heart and his declaration that 80 paisa for special tea (full glass) existed in the past showed the road we had traversed. From the states of Maharashtra to West Bengal, the tea quality may differ and the price as well. In Maharashtra, the tea is exceedingly sweet and in West Bengal it is somewhat tempered. Post meals tea is a necessity and braving all odds including long distance travels one is bound to have it.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
The choice before the Political Class
The choice before the Political Class
Someone has suggested that right to recall and right to reject are not viable options in a democracy like ours. But you can't have men of not impeccable credentials occupying the seats of power. Understood that private sector is the root of corruption given the mammoth salaries they give and the mammoth greed it breeds. All the ailments in society emanate from some having sizeable money power and getting their dependents admitted to so-called prized institutions by paying hefty fees/capitation fees. Time has come to check this capitation culture and also the working of private schools who have no end to greed agenda. Unless you act against these private schoolwallahs nothing is going to change. You need to strike at their roots. Across board the salaries should be slashed by 30 to 40 per cent. Those taking a salary of over 5 lakh a year should be asked to pay 50 per cent tax and more.
As for right to reject and right to recall, even if it is not viable something has to be done to check the growing sentiment against the political class. First let us have the social audit of MP Local Area Fund. No resistance from any quarter should be entertained. Once the social audit begins, only those projects would be taken up where honesty is the yardstick and projects do release string of benefits for the constituents. Second in constituencies/places where the representative happens to be someone with no clean record all political parties across board should reach a consensus and put up a strong candidate. Once this experiment is carried in all constituencies having no clean representatives, the dearth of good tidings that the political class faces would be a thing of the past. The political class needs to understand the growing resentment; and needs to act fast. Failing to do so we could have a case where civil unrest breaks out and it would be difficult to control. Some other measures the political class could take are: Don't stand for polls for more than two terms from the same constituency. Don't bring in your near and dear ones unless and until they feel strongly for the people they want to represent. The Lok Sabha could well have 10 per cent of its entire strength (Say 60 of 600 members) from nominated class who have been decided by a panel of people with impeccable credentials. Just targetting the political class won't do. But political leaders who have lost support and looted the system need to hang up boots. They need to do it fast. Or the public would make them see the inevitable.
There are other sectors like NGOs and private who have done their bit for corruption growth story to grow. Once ombudsman are in place a lot of ailments including those generated by moneyed power culture would get checked if not vanish. As for those clamouring for reservations in private sector, they are simply playing vote politics and they don't understand that people can see through their designs.
The Corporate Social Responsibility is one area where earnest efforts should be made to broaden such endeavours. THere are gems are in the Private Sector and we need to encourage them. Be it Steel or Banking the Private Sector's CSR has been commendable. They need to be encouraged. But there are others who are out there to fleece the system. We need to check them.
Someone has suggested that right to recall and right to reject are not viable options in a democracy like ours. But you can't have men of not impeccable credentials occupying the seats of power. Understood that private sector is the root of corruption given the mammoth salaries they give and the mammoth greed it breeds. All the ailments in society emanate from some having sizeable money power and getting their dependents admitted to so-called prized institutions by paying hefty fees/capitation fees. Time has come to check this capitation culture and also the working of private schools who have no end to greed agenda. Unless you act against these private schoolwallahs nothing is going to change. You need to strike at their roots. Across board the salaries should be slashed by 30 to 40 per cent. Those taking a salary of over 5 lakh a year should be asked to pay 50 per cent tax and more.
As for right to reject and right to recall, even if it is not viable something has to be done to check the growing sentiment against the political class. First let us have the social audit of MP Local Area Fund. No resistance from any quarter should be entertained. Once the social audit begins, only those projects would be taken up where honesty is the yardstick and projects do release string of benefits for the constituents. Second in constituencies/places where the representative happens to be someone with no clean record all political parties across board should reach a consensus and put up a strong candidate. Once this experiment is carried in all constituencies having no clean representatives, the dearth of good tidings that the political class faces would be a thing of the past. The political class needs to understand the growing resentment; and needs to act fast. Failing to do so we could have a case where civil unrest breaks out and it would be difficult to control. Some other measures the political class could take are: Don't stand for polls for more than two terms from the same constituency. Don't bring in your near and dear ones unless and until they feel strongly for the people they want to represent. The Lok Sabha could well have 10 per cent of its entire strength (Say 60 of 600 members) from nominated class who have been decided by a panel of people with impeccable credentials. Just targetting the political class won't do. But political leaders who have lost support and looted the system need to hang up boots. They need to do it fast. Or the public would make them see the inevitable.
There are other sectors like NGOs and private who have done their bit for corruption growth story to grow. Once ombudsman are in place a lot of ailments including those generated by moneyed power culture would get checked if not vanish. As for those clamouring for reservations in private sector, they are simply playing vote politics and they don't understand that people can see through their designs.
The Corporate Social Responsibility is one area where earnest efforts should be made to broaden such endeavours. THere are gems are in the Private Sector and we need to encourage them. Be it Steel or Banking the Private Sector's CSR has been commendable. They need to be encouraged. But there are others who are out there to fleece the system. We need to check them.
Hoardings before us
Among the hoardings that i came across one was on training, grooming/portfolio. Aligned with that was the tag of model coordinator/guaranteed success. Another was one on Smoothest Writing Challenge from a pen maker. Perhaps the smoothest and seamless transition from lying idle to start writing is meant to underscore the writhing pain some are under the moment they begin to write and breathe. Before elaborating on that writing rain let's turn the focus on model coordinator cranes that are abounding in cities and towns. Who are these model coordinators and how different they are from traffic coordinator, team coordinator or job/HR coordinator.
In the times we live in and the dreams we sink in, the coordinators are meant to coordinate among prospective, present and past challengers.
In the times we live in and the dreams we sink in, the coordinators are meant to coordinate among prospective, present and past challengers.
Bananas abound in Bhusawal by Puneet Rajhans
Bananas abound in Bhusawal by Puneet Rajhans
As the crowd hadn't gathered to disperse later at one particular bar-cum-restaurant, the trajectory of collection was explained by the surging crowd at another restaurant, which served meals and had made it a policy to do away with drinks. That brought me back to the interaction of the previous day where the vendor before handing the bananas told me that they had come from Bhusawal. This Bhusawal connection reminded me of the stay in that city and the places i tried for strong tea. Once out of Bhusawal station, there are loads of lodges in acceptable range. In between lodges are provision stores and medical shops. Among them are Arogayadeep Medicals and Balaji Medicals. The road from where buses turn left to go out of the city has a large number of medical shops, provision stores and restaurants. The search for a strong tea had led me to venture out of station. Because the prepared ones are neither strong and too sweet, making it refrain types.
As you step out of station the first hoarding is of one mobile operator stressing on "Baat Mein Hai Dum". Is it so? This hoarding sighting comes with a sighting of a magic soft toy which i had tried the previous night and its movement under close scrutiny for the men it could carry in one piece and the machine driver that looked to be in a tearing hurry.
Kamal restaurant was the one where special cha was tried and given the tummy revelations it gave me the fighting right. Special Cha comes for 12 Rs and normal for five.
Lokmanya Tilak is the other lodge i spot apart from Swastik and Prem Niwas. Next to the Railway Station is the Bhusawal Nagarparishad, established in 1882. Below that is Shri Chtrapati Shivaji Maharaj Sabhagriha.
Spate of newspapers that abound are Dainik Bhaskar, Nai Duniya, Lokmat Times and others.
Post sighting of food joints and State Corporation buses, i make another move to get back to station knowing well that strong tea would be something that won't be there. As i climb stairs, lost count of the number of times since i reached Bhusawal the previous night, the surrounding is defined by a heavy rush. Mostly to do with an announcement of a train going towards Gujarat, with the local who are expected to join the Jalgaon bandwagon. As i secure a place on platform six, the wait appears to lengthen given no fresh announcements about my train. Herein i sight bananas and more bananas. The vendors outside the station were confined to a limited business but inside there are innumerable vendors who appear from nowhere to do brisk volumes the moment a new train is sighted. In all, there have been no less than 14 trains entering/leaving different platforms in a span of three hours and most insiders seem to have fascination for bananas that are in huge supply.
Bhusawal is the epicentre of banana upsurge and given the quantity that comes and disappears from the station, the banana would be defining the Bhusawal Boom. And if it can reach places that are 2000kms apart and yet remain strong and tempting, it shows the fruitful progression of Bhusawal Banana.
As the crowd hadn't gathered to disperse later at one particular bar-cum-restaurant, the trajectory of collection was explained by the surging crowd at another restaurant, which served meals and had made it a policy to do away with drinks. That brought me back to the interaction of the previous day where the vendor before handing the bananas told me that they had come from Bhusawal. This Bhusawal connection reminded me of the stay in that city and the places i tried for strong tea. Once out of Bhusawal station, there are loads of lodges in acceptable range. In between lodges are provision stores and medical shops. Among them are Arogayadeep Medicals and Balaji Medicals. The road from where buses turn left to go out of the city has a large number of medical shops, provision stores and restaurants. The search for a strong tea had led me to venture out of station. Because the prepared ones are neither strong and too sweet, making it refrain types.
As you step out of station the first hoarding is of one mobile operator stressing on "Baat Mein Hai Dum". Is it so? This hoarding sighting comes with a sighting of a magic soft toy which i had tried the previous night and its movement under close scrutiny for the men it could carry in one piece and the machine driver that looked to be in a tearing hurry.
Kamal restaurant was the one where special cha was tried and given the tummy revelations it gave me the fighting right. Special Cha comes for 12 Rs and normal for five.
Lokmanya Tilak is the other lodge i spot apart from Swastik and Prem Niwas. Next to the Railway Station is the Bhusawal Nagarparishad, established in 1882. Below that is Shri Chtrapati Shivaji Maharaj Sabhagriha.
Spate of newspapers that abound are Dainik Bhaskar, Nai Duniya, Lokmat Times and others.
Post sighting of food joints and State Corporation buses, i make another move to get back to station knowing well that strong tea would be something that won't be there. As i climb stairs, lost count of the number of times since i reached Bhusawal the previous night, the surrounding is defined by a heavy rush. Mostly to do with an announcement of a train going towards Gujarat, with the local who are expected to join the Jalgaon bandwagon. As i secure a place on platform six, the wait appears to lengthen given no fresh announcements about my train. Herein i sight bananas and more bananas. The vendors outside the station were confined to a limited business but inside there are innumerable vendors who appear from nowhere to do brisk volumes the moment a new train is sighted. In all, there have been no less than 14 trains entering/leaving different platforms in a span of three hours and most insiders seem to have fascination for bananas that are in huge supply.
Bhusawal is the epicentre of banana upsurge and given the quantity that comes and disappears from the station, the banana would be defining the Bhusawal Boom. And if it can reach places that are 2000kms apart and yet remain strong and tempting, it shows the fruitful progression of Bhusawal Banana.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
The ride from A'gar to Bhusawal by Puneet Rajhans
The ride from A'gar to Bhusawal by Puneet Rajhans
Having reached Bhusawal in the middle of night, the first thought was to search for an accommodation as the train was supposed to come late in the morning. Queries at the Bhusawal station forged my resolve to look for a place of stay in the vicinity as accommodation was hard to come by given limited options at the station. Post puffs and tea, Swastik lodge was the place to be for the night that had brought me face to face with some touts roaming in and around the station and attempting to stretch their reach to unreachable and developing stations.
The lodgewallah was helpful as he directed me to a room placed atop the adjoining building and how it could be reached and made functional were handed to me in clinical detail. Once inside all that i could manage was a sleep of three to four hours, with thoughts on onward journey encircling me now and then. Quite in contrast to the sleep inducements that i was battling with when i took the train from Manmad to Bhusawal.
Apprehensive that i won't be able to make in time for my onward journey from Bhusawal, the departure from Ahmed'gar was filled with sessions of distress as the Tata magic that i boarded and thereby enabling the driver to let 12 to 14 others board the soft toy. Once the driver was confident at Ahmed'gar that all boarding passes had been issued to all night boarders, he decided to move towards Manmad, replenishing his driving skills with observations on national politics and sarvadaliya baithak (all party meet) in the National Capital and who all had the temerity to take a stand on a resident of Ralegan Siddhi band. Sarvadaliya Baithak was the bottomline of his discussions with those willing/unwilling to be part of his entourage.
The driver of the soft toy magic wasn't soft on trucks ahead of him and despite the innumerable flow of trucks from the opposite side he made it a point to overtake that many trucks going in the same direction. Commensurate with his art of overtaking and his point of stress on sarvadaliya baithak was the sighting of a stranded train which preferred to stand at a particular spot between Ma'd and Ah'gar whether it shined or rained. Because that very day early in the morning another stranded train had been spotted, perhaps indicating the increasing load the single track had been taking. As we reached Manmad with enough time on our card, the driver before parting showed his reflex ranting by asserting that big notes won't be entertained as tv news for the past three days, which totalled 72 hours and the depleting/increasing tv craze, had been bang on target on the tainted big notes that had tainted and rocked big boats. This bit of tv news i hadn't come across but i too have been quite a worried entity whenever machines and banks dole out. My submission that he could check my note thoroughly as i carried fewer of them as big notes are the preserve of big lobbies and votes. After interventions from some other commuters including those going towards Nagpur by Vidharba Express the driver relented and i parted.
The train coming from Pune and heading towards North Bihar was the choice i was given to reach Bhusawal. As the train came, the query to the TTI about the difference of fare between General and Sleeper led him to show the fewer business he had done since the day began. The TTI was upfront: "Mein akela hoo. 16-17 coaches mein nahin ja paaonga. Jo dena yeh yehi de do." Left with no choice i could hardly raise any voice. Problems in full measure were yet to rear their head. As the Sleeper coach was flowing with numbers beyond its manageable capacity, i requested the seatwallahs to make a little space for me. They did it but managed to bring discussion to this level of intimidation that those travelling alone with a lone baggage are under tremendous threat of losing the same as one wink would be enough to see them part with their luggage. That made me more an aspirant of a tribe who has travelled and yet managed to keep his baggage safe. So whatever bouts of sleep i confronted, i took them head on and remained awake for the entire journey duration. As the train reached Bhusawal, i was told that the train won't be coming before 10 in the morning. And here i was in a lodge to renew my energy to continue my onward journey.
Having reached Bhusawal in the middle of night, the first thought was to search for an accommodation as the train was supposed to come late in the morning. Queries at the Bhusawal station forged my resolve to look for a place of stay in the vicinity as accommodation was hard to come by given limited options at the station. Post puffs and tea, Swastik lodge was the place to be for the night that had brought me face to face with some touts roaming in and around the station and attempting to stretch their reach to unreachable and developing stations.
The lodgewallah was helpful as he directed me to a room placed atop the adjoining building and how it could be reached and made functional were handed to me in clinical detail. Once inside all that i could manage was a sleep of three to four hours, with thoughts on onward journey encircling me now and then. Quite in contrast to the sleep inducements that i was battling with when i took the train from Manmad to Bhusawal.
Apprehensive that i won't be able to make in time for my onward journey from Bhusawal, the departure from Ahmed'gar was filled with sessions of distress as the Tata magic that i boarded and thereby enabling the driver to let 12 to 14 others board the soft toy. Once the driver was confident at Ahmed'gar that all boarding passes had been issued to all night boarders, he decided to move towards Manmad, replenishing his driving skills with observations on national politics and sarvadaliya baithak (all party meet) in the National Capital and who all had the temerity to take a stand on a resident of Ralegan Siddhi band. Sarvadaliya Baithak was the bottomline of his discussions with those willing/unwilling to be part of his entourage.
The driver of the soft toy magic wasn't soft on trucks ahead of him and despite the innumerable flow of trucks from the opposite side he made it a point to overtake that many trucks going in the same direction. Commensurate with his art of overtaking and his point of stress on sarvadaliya baithak was the sighting of a stranded train which preferred to stand at a particular spot between Ma'd and Ah'gar whether it shined or rained. Because that very day early in the morning another stranded train had been spotted, perhaps indicating the increasing load the single track had been taking. As we reached Manmad with enough time on our card, the driver before parting showed his reflex ranting by asserting that big notes won't be entertained as tv news for the past three days, which totalled 72 hours and the depleting/increasing tv craze, had been bang on target on the tainted big notes that had tainted and rocked big boats. This bit of tv news i hadn't come across but i too have been quite a worried entity whenever machines and banks dole out. My submission that he could check my note thoroughly as i carried fewer of them as big notes are the preserve of big lobbies and votes. After interventions from some other commuters including those going towards Nagpur by Vidharba Express the driver relented and i parted.
The train coming from Pune and heading towards North Bihar was the choice i was given to reach Bhusawal. As the train came, the query to the TTI about the difference of fare between General and Sleeper led him to show the fewer business he had done since the day began. The TTI was upfront: "Mein akela hoo. 16-17 coaches mein nahin ja paaonga. Jo dena yeh yehi de do." Left with no choice i could hardly raise any voice. Problems in full measure were yet to rear their head. As the Sleeper coach was flowing with numbers beyond its manageable capacity, i requested the seatwallahs to make a little space for me. They did it but managed to bring discussion to this level of intimidation that those travelling alone with a lone baggage are under tremendous threat of losing the same as one wink would be enough to see them part with their luggage. That made me more an aspirant of a tribe who has travelled and yet managed to keep his baggage safe. So whatever bouts of sleep i confronted, i took them head on and remained awake for the entire journey duration. As the train reached Bhusawal, i was told that the train won't be coming before 10 in the morning. And here i was in a lodge to renew my energy to continue my onward journey.
The blue towers around us
The blue towers around us
AS i come across innumerable announcements and pronouncements on grooming and training classes in and around a city to a Happy Heart Fest, the sighting of such billboards shows us as vulnerable hosts. THe lingo of Happy Heart Fest goes like this: "If you care for your heart take part." We the vulnerable denizens never know when a good tiding could actually become a no tiding given the scale of permutations and combinations we grapple with during the hours we don't sleep and the hours we intend to sleep but it doesn't come .
Post Swasteek lodge stay as i moved towards the station in Bhusawal, the tummy revelations showed the previous reach from the National Capital to Ahmednagar wasn't a smooth one. THe Mangla Express was the one i tried and the family from Faridabad too had tried the same. The ride from National Capital was somewhat therapeutic in the sense that rocksolid desire some had shown to engage in a discourse that went beyond train trajectory and focussed on economic misguided liberal factory. Equally rocksolid was the desire of the blue to go past some and let others forget the art of breaking into grin and make the emerging landscape grim.
The Umar Jaan movie poster of shoot it from your heart was the one i dare not employ as matters of rocksolid and slippery are too difficult to be dethroned in one try. The sighting post Agra hadn't lit the fire but by evening the need to reach out was a renewed desire. The seat had been vacated and the night had been spent on a berth where you could not bend. Yet the morning did not see entities like us engulfed in modern day afflictions to reach out and the blue fabric who led a carnival of 15 people disappear with no success for the maverick. The thought of leaving A'nagar was the best recipe from letting this desire reach a disproportionate proportion and the tale ended with no new sighting guaranteed. THe modern day afflictions have been quite strenuous as it not only makes whatever little thinking power you have been able to restore post one affliction here and one there recede further and shows how vulnerable we are on slippery grounds whether it is in a coach that went all the way to Manmad. Or take the case of the other bong blue that appeared from nowhere one fine morning, speaking to the father now and then and updating him on the stations that had been left behind to reach the destination that never came on time. In between the effort of updating the father on the train movement, the mobile equation showed the numbers the blue tower had fascination for and unnerving set-up it was thriving for. These are modern day affliction blues.
AS i come across innumerable announcements and pronouncements on grooming and training classes in and around a city to a Happy Heart Fest, the sighting of such billboards shows us as vulnerable hosts. THe lingo of Happy Heart Fest goes like this: "If you care for your heart take part." We the vulnerable denizens never know when a good tiding could actually become a no tiding given the scale of permutations and combinations we grapple with during the hours we don't sleep and the hours we intend to sleep but it doesn't come .
Post Swasteek lodge stay as i moved towards the station in Bhusawal, the tummy revelations showed the previous reach from the National Capital to Ahmednagar wasn't a smooth one. THe Mangla Express was the one i tried and the family from Faridabad too had tried the same. The ride from National Capital was somewhat therapeutic in the sense that rocksolid desire some had shown to engage in a discourse that went beyond train trajectory and focussed on economic misguided liberal factory. Equally rocksolid was the desire of the blue to go past some and let others forget the art of breaking into grin and make the emerging landscape grim.
The Umar Jaan movie poster of shoot it from your heart was the one i dare not employ as matters of rocksolid and slippery are too difficult to be dethroned in one try. The sighting post Agra hadn't lit the fire but by evening the need to reach out was a renewed desire. The seat had been vacated and the night had been spent on a berth where you could not bend. Yet the morning did not see entities like us engulfed in modern day afflictions to reach out and the blue fabric who led a carnival of 15 people disappear with no success for the maverick. The thought of leaving A'nagar was the best recipe from letting this desire reach a disproportionate proportion and the tale ended with no new sighting guaranteed. THe modern day afflictions have been quite strenuous as it not only makes whatever little thinking power you have been able to restore post one affliction here and one there recede further and shows how vulnerable we are on slippery grounds whether it is in a coach that went all the way to Manmad. Or take the case of the other bong blue that appeared from nowhere one fine morning, speaking to the father now and then and updating him on the stations that had been left behind to reach the destination that never came on time. In between the effort of updating the father on the train movement, the mobile equation showed the numbers the blue tower had fascination for and unnerving set-up it was thriving for. These are modern day affliction blues.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Kya Hamari Angrezi Kamjor Hai by Puneet Rajhans
English is a funny language, not yet freed from the laws of average. It is spoken in different parts of INdia, from Purulia to Araria, with 24X7 attempt to get a better grasp and in the due course finding it to be a tough task. Perhaps the biggest stress-buster in the times we live and dream in is our ability to speak. collate and sedate to the opposite side in the language we never opened our mouths with and if ever we did it in school we were done in by grammatical grid.
The English that we speak in and the English we cruise with has led to a grooming of English imparting experts who on occasions have their tv blurts . Perhaps their grasp and grind was accumulated courtesy thesaurus ; and those who failed to collect the latest edition of the same were dismissed as living on a land defined as porous and with no voice as vociferous.
Well before 1947 the people had begun to speak in the language that was alien to us and still remains alien despite attempts of tv theatres to refurbish our skills and this exercise leaves the ardent learners in a spate of ill. Having travelled across length and breadth of the country, the most visible form of attachment are the open fields where people accumulate in numbers to have the morning thrill and the discourse having the English feel. Hours later as afternoon sets in the tummy seems to be in a fine shape courtesy the English-thinking cap we worn since morning and the English prowess we droll in. Morning to evening we are caught in the crosscurrents of a language where we have made attempts to write and summarise so as to keep in line with our baiters/bartenders advice. Never since India made more than visible attempts to free from licence raj did anyone in black and white stretch the argumentative part that letters in this language are sole preserve of vilayati budhas who have the guiding support of mata raj.
When it is spoken in different parts of the county visible to the naked eye, the different inhabitants round it up their every sentence with "Mujhe Samaj Aaya (MSA) stress, underscoring the reach on the language of MSA who is yet to adorn the mantle of NSA.
Having faulted those with skills of BA and yet having the temerity to shoot letters that only mandarins of MEA could do, the line of argument from barbarians is that products of hansrajs and kiroris are miles away from getting a grasp on this language of fritter and sway.As debating circuit, tv theatres included, aim to refurbish the language spoken by those who are able to see the writing on the wall and the writing that would appear after a fresh coat of paint has been put and the weather-friendly passages they now and then shoot. Armed with dual skills a rarity in the season when they found mobocracy overtaking democracy when the congregation in the Capital was no longer a secrecy. It is the nominated and yet the firing brigade that can lay claim to having attended to all English upgradation skill classes in the National Capital and beyond and those having failed to do so receiving the much-needed taunt.
Are we to believe that those who gained entry through sports quota in the prime of their life and in the so-called prime college of the National Capital in the late 80s have fewer indulgences and are careful with all the vowel when they babble.
English is after all a funny language where the fun begins the moment they begin to speak as go becomes goo and prints of true becomes prints of blue. Hazare becomes Garware and Garware becomes Phagware as we ascend from the western belt to the northern tilt. English that we speak and the English that we reap makes most of us cringe and weep. Rona yeh hai ki English pe hamne maharathi hasil nahi ki hai aur jinho ne ki hai unhe thesauras free me mili hai. Perhaps those staying opposite IHC and other places are more inclined to the view that cattle class can't afford the language they speak and their condition can be ameliorated including those passing out from St Vimhans by enrolling for different English learning and leveraging classes in the country. After all St Vimhans is yet to begin correspondence courses given the depth of correspondences their products released from its stable long time ago are indulging in.After all English is a funny language spoken and soaked by all and sundry. From vegetable vendor to tv hunter, it is spoken at alarming length to alarm the janata that time is ripe to commit themselves to English swipe.
In the fasting times we are in
In the fasting times we are in
From reports appearing in sections of press, there are more than 400 chairs placed for mediamen to report hour to hour progression of the fast in Ahmedabad. These mediamen would be provided facilities of photocopiers to computers to file reports and update the same. When the resident of Ralegan Siddhi went on a fast, there were no such facilities for mediamen on ground and they all had to cover this in the heat of the day and in the heat of the moment. THe uncertainty that dogged the scribes during the National Capital fast was on its winding schedule; and if ever it winds up would it be too late for them to recover from the hours spent during day and night. THe assembled mediamen in Ahmedabad would report on the fasting fraternity inside the hall as well as those outside who took a pledge to fast but gave it a slip given the tummy churning trip. This way the story would float that the genuine fasters and followers are locked inside and those attempting to do so outside don't have the aptitude to do so in an environment triggered by machines.
As against National Capital the Ahmedabad babble is all about the three-day fast in the airconditioned environs so as to cut the possibility of someone blacking out or breathing out. Since the duration has been spelt out and the list of so-called luminaries declared the congregation would be to share their thoughts with the man spearheading the fast and prod others to do the same. Perhaps the resident of Ralegan Siddhi would be watching this and mocking at them for their timidity to go on a fast which he and he alone can lay siege to. Perhaps the continued coverage of the Ahmedabad fast to be followed by elaborate feast may tempt him to mock at them and say how simple he had kept the entire proceeding, by breaking with coconut water and later depositing himself in Mendatacity quarter.
This fast to fury phenomenon is sure to fire those to skip meals when they suspect its quality and the conditions in which it has been prepared. Perhaps there would be more on the highways to skip meals and declare themselves fast adherents given the meals that gives them running tummy and nose.
Are we moving to a phase when people considered to be architects of resurging and yet slowing India would skip meals at alternate hours to be followed by alternate days/nights. Because the demon of inflation can be checked if consumption of perishable product are brought down in a phase manner. This would be followed by running their electronic gadgets and ACs on alternate days and for alternate hours. With demand trimming and disappearing in all visible territories, and with cars and caravans moving less on roads and more stranded on parking boats, the fuel surcharge that the authorities levy would be a thing of the past and out would be more fasts and fewer feasts and blasts.
THose on travelling schedule and those willing and yet to step out would be carrying signboards spelling the reasons for them to reduce themselves to a fasting freak as it gives them the opportunity to skip office and scan the system that leaks. After all all fasts by forceful and faceless wonders are meant to force us to fast and create no farce.
From reports appearing in sections of press, there are more than 400 chairs placed for mediamen to report hour to hour progression of the fast in Ahmedabad. These mediamen would be provided facilities of photocopiers to computers to file reports and update the same. When the resident of Ralegan Siddhi went on a fast, there were no such facilities for mediamen on ground and they all had to cover this in the heat of the day and in the heat of the moment. THe uncertainty that dogged the scribes during the National Capital fast was on its winding schedule; and if ever it winds up would it be too late for them to recover from the hours spent during day and night. THe assembled mediamen in Ahmedabad would report on the fasting fraternity inside the hall as well as those outside who took a pledge to fast but gave it a slip given the tummy churning trip. This way the story would float that the genuine fasters and followers are locked inside and those attempting to do so outside don't have the aptitude to do so in an environment triggered by machines.
As against National Capital the Ahmedabad babble is all about the three-day fast in the airconditioned environs so as to cut the possibility of someone blacking out or breathing out. Since the duration has been spelt out and the list of so-called luminaries declared the congregation would be to share their thoughts with the man spearheading the fast and prod others to do the same. Perhaps the resident of Ralegan Siddhi would be watching this and mocking at them for their timidity to go on a fast which he and he alone can lay siege to. Perhaps the continued coverage of the Ahmedabad fast to be followed by elaborate feast may tempt him to mock at them and say how simple he had kept the entire proceeding, by breaking with coconut water and later depositing himself in Mendatacity quarter.
This fast to fury phenomenon is sure to fire those to skip meals when they suspect its quality and the conditions in which it has been prepared. Perhaps there would be more on the highways to skip meals and declare themselves fast adherents given the meals that gives them running tummy and nose.
Are we moving to a phase when people considered to be architects of resurging and yet slowing India would skip meals at alternate hours to be followed by alternate days/nights. Because the demon of inflation can be checked if consumption of perishable product are brought down in a phase manner. This would be followed by running their electronic gadgets and ACs on alternate days and for alternate hours. With demand trimming and disappearing in all visible territories, and with cars and caravans moving less on roads and more stranded on parking boats, the fuel surcharge that the authorities levy would be a thing of the past and out would be more fasts and fewer feasts and blasts.
THose on travelling schedule and those willing and yet to step out would be carrying signboards spelling the reasons for them to reduce themselves to a fasting freak as it gives them the opportunity to skip office and scan the system that leaks. After all all fasts by forceful and faceless wonders are meant to force us to fast and create no farce.
The night gone by in the National Capital was not the one to remember
The night gone by in the National Capital was not the one to remember
It has been over six years since some of us has had to put up with the dogged crminal cruise of the money power architect. The last night, his men near the gate were screaming and showering thoughts and action that effectively conveyed the system in tatters. The night sleep had long been abandoned and the morning was no different. THey made the similar demands of the urgency to nip the journo to bud, trailing their long list of failures in their inability to do so till now , they ranted and raised the pitch.
To my utter surprise, i came across the colony security guard under whose watchful eyes for over four years the combative and menace-spreading money architect had lend destruction by intruding into the house in the dead of night, knocking the gate , fiddling with the gate locks and damaging the second hand car. He along with money architect men destroyed the car to such an extent that the message could be carried forward that brutality we would be subjected to as the face of this mayhem is a man out to rob others of their peaceful stay.
When his foibles were brought to his notice, the colony security guard showed his utter contempt for the rule of law and engaged in devastation with renewed viguor. This colony security guard has the aashirwad of the money architect and whatever mayhem visits us, he is the true force. Right from intercepting our letters and couriers to tearing the receipts of bank, the colony security guard has been the true force. He checks the delivery of medicines and mithais and sees to it that all those coming to us and going out are thoroughly scanned. This colony security guard is a criminal and a blot on the system. Even today the money architect men and his servant could be seen in animated guftagu with the colony security guard whose desire is the annihilation of those who won't yield to the black to white money grinder.
But for how long the black to white money grinder can unleash mayhem riding on the support of colony security guards? This money architect has criminally transformed the mindset of those near the colony gates that no matter what attempts they make to reform themselves, they won't succeed.
It has been over six years since some of us has had to put up with the dogged crminal cruise of the money power architect. The last night, his men near the gate were screaming and showering thoughts and action that effectively conveyed the system in tatters. The night sleep had long been abandoned and the morning was no different. THey made the similar demands of the urgency to nip the journo to bud, trailing their long list of failures in their inability to do so till now , they ranted and raised the pitch.
To my utter surprise, i came across the colony security guard under whose watchful eyes for over four years the combative and menace-spreading money architect had lend destruction by intruding into the house in the dead of night, knocking the gate , fiddling with the gate locks and damaging the second hand car. He along with money architect men destroyed the car to such an extent that the message could be carried forward that brutality we would be subjected to as the face of this mayhem is a man out to rob others of their peaceful stay.
When his foibles were brought to his notice, the colony security guard showed his utter contempt for the rule of law and engaged in devastation with renewed viguor. This colony security guard has the aashirwad of the money architect and whatever mayhem visits us, he is the true force. Right from intercepting our letters and couriers to tearing the receipts of bank, the colony security guard has been the true force. He checks the delivery of medicines and mithais and sees to it that all those coming to us and going out are thoroughly scanned. This colony security guard is a criminal and a blot on the system. Even today the money architect men and his servant could be seen in animated guftagu with the colony security guard whose desire is the annihilation of those who won't yield to the black to white money grinder.
But for how long the black to white money grinder can unleash mayhem riding on the support of colony security guards? This money architect has criminally transformed the mindset of those near the colony gates that no matter what attempts they make to reform themselves, they won't succeed.
Japan has record number of centenarians. Why India despises the same by Puneet Rajhans
Japan has record number of centenarians. Why India despises the same by Puneet Rajhans
As per a report the number of centenarians in Japan has crossed 47000. This figure could be somewhat disputed but not entirely unreliable. The figure released by the Ministry whose antecedents are well known shows the level to which the people in Japan can see through different challenging transitions and yet remain unchallenged as far as final departure is concerned. The departure that is inevitable has been postponed to a fair degree and the challenges met with a fair resistance.
One should dismiss any attempt to paint this as a greying landscape as it all in all shows the peaceful environs they are blessed with and the impurities that have been driven miles away.
A study by a resident of a developing nation state would essentially count the cruise to success by the Land of Rising Sun to fewer inhabitants and fewer worries. To begin with, with the wealth concentration by few not as grave as one easily identified in a developing state, the rigidness of the system to remain timid and tepid is hardly known. THe stress of the man on the street could well be the earning quotient he gives to his family given the recent upheavals witnessed but the number of centenarians crossing 47,000 happened well before these disturbances rocked them. The peaceful fabric he adorns at home or in the vicinity is due to the no nonsense approach followed widely in the nook and cranny of the country.
The job lost is not an occasion to grieve over as opportunities do come but not entirely by snatching from the one who deserved it. WEll, spiritualism may not be the hearbeat of the entire nation but there are fewer beasts and more peaceful checked feasts. Sadistic pleasure is something they won't brim with and even if there is a constituency of one it would be nipped sooner than later.
Against this the longevity fad is yet to grip the developing state like India where crime is rampant, justice delivery system in tatters and fewer opportunities made by an average resident to make a honest living. The opportunities and destructive forces that come along make it mandatory to spread greed and make others bleed. THe gulf between the prosperous and the poor, visible today and disappeared tomorrow, stark and naked tempting the followers of kanoon raj to give it a slip and become architects of mayhem. On a macro level to deal with the subject of losing longevity in India could be attributed to mayhem all around us, beginning with the office culture that doesn't slit the option to earn less and later indulge in different forms of slugfest. At home, burdened with the rising demands from your near and dear ones to open your walletchest so that night outing and technology sighting could be availed. Here the indulgences are mammoth in scale leading to disturbances that give peace a fail.
In India some residents of private colonies are biggest architects of mayhem and the way they dispense wealth after having dispensed their brutal sons and foster domestic sons/servants for articulating the art of taming. The so-called black monopolists having monopolised the art of turning black to white resources and yet grin and bite a against a sizeable bulk with not even two times meals a day is the biggest folly of the present system. THese private citizens for years together accumulate people power from the vicinity and prod colony security guards to let mayhem do the talking. If the colony security guard has survived and destabilised those who have a faint hope to sail in the times of destruction it conveys the weight to the argument that longevity would remain a luxury in the cities of this nation state.
In effect if Japan has centenarians, it has a heart to issues to common concern and never turns the heat on those who are helpless. The economy may be in dire straits but the average outcome in a family would be fairly commensurate to the happiness index.
Let us hail this Land of Rising Sun for its Enlarging Longevity Landscape as it is comparatively free from the culture of venom and vile - and the art of histrionics can be dismissed as the privilege of nation states with destructive contents in fray.
WEll we would have one longevity and it is the latitude with which the money power has been amassed and transformed the mindset of those who were not straying and yet strayed when the black to white architect swelled and joined the fray. The money power lend destruction would never let us see peace at our doorstep and we would be hardpressed for times when we could get good sleep and a day free from those desiring to have dividends from money and money heap.
As per a report the number of centenarians in Japan has crossed 47000. This figure could be somewhat disputed but not entirely unreliable. The figure released by the Ministry whose antecedents are well known shows the level to which the people in Japan can see through different challenging transitions and yet remain unchallenged as far as final departure is concerned. The departure that is inevitable has been postponed to a fair degree and the challenges met with a fair resistance.
One should dismiss any attempt to paint this as a greying landscape as it all in all shows the peaceful environs they are blessed with and the impurities that have been driven miles away.
A study by a resident of a developing nation state would essentially count the cruise to success by the Land of Rising Sun to fewer inhabitants and fewer worries. To begin with, with the wealth concentration by few not as grave as one easily identified in a developing state, the rigidness of the system to remain timid and tepid is hardly known. THe stress of the man on the street could well be the earning quotient he gives to his family given the recent upheavals witnessed but the number of centenarians crossing 47,000 happened well before these disturbances rocked them. The peaceful fabric he adorns at home or in the vicinity is due to the no nonsense approach followed widely in the nook and cranny of the country.
The job lost is not an occasion to grieve over as opportunities do come but not entirely by snatching from the one who deserved it. WEll, spiritualism may not be the hearbeat of the entire nation but there are fewer beasts and more peaceful checked feasts. Sadistic pleasure is something they won't brim with and even if there is a constituency of one it would be nipped sooner than later.
Against this the longevity fad is yet to grip the developing state like India where crime is rampant, justice delivery system in tatters and fewer opportunities made by an average resident to make a honest living. The opportunities and destructive forces that come along make it mandatory to spread greed and make others bleed. THe gulf between the prosperous and the poor, visible today and disappeared tomorrow, stark and naked tempting the followers of kanoon raj to give it a slip and become architects of mayhem. On a macro level to deal with the subject of losing longevity in India could be attributed to mayhem all around us, beginning with the office culture that doesn't slit the option to earn less and later indulge in different forms of slugfest. At home, burdened with the rising demands from your near and dear ones to open your walletchest so that night outing and technology sighting could be availed. Here the indulgences are mammoth in scale leading to disturbances that give peace a fail.
In India some residents of private colonies are biggest architects of mayhem and the way they dispense wealth after having dispensed their brutal sons and foster domestic sons/servants for articulating the art of taming. The so-called black monopolists having monopolised the art of turning black to white resources and yet grin and bite a against a sizeable bulk with not even two times meals a day is the biggest folly of the present system. THese private citizens for years together accumulate people power from the vicinity and prod colony security guards to let mayhem do the talking. If the colony security guard has survived and destabilised those who have a faint hope to sail in the times of destruction it conveys the weight to the argument that longevity would remain a luxury in the cities of this nation state.
In effect if Japan has centenarians, it has a heart to issues to common concern and never turns the heat on those who are helpless. The economy may be in dire straits but the average outcome in a family would be fairly commensurate to the happiness index.
Let us hail this Land of Rising Sun for its Enlarging Longevity Landscape as it is comparatively free from the culture of venom and vile - and the art of histrionics can be dismissed as the privilege of nation states with destructive contents in fray.
WEll we would have one longevity and it is the latitude with which the money power has been amassed and transformed the mindset of those who were not straying and yet strayed when the black to white architect swelled and joined the fray. The money power lend destruction would never let us see peace at our doorstep and we would be hardpressed for times when we could get good sleep and a day free from those desiring to have dividends from money and money heap.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Are we to believe that jungle raj would continue to define the set-up in the National Capital?
Goons are ruling and those on the margins facing the brutality of moneyed class.
private colonies as private hideouts some of those living in private colonies and upping the private infrastructure are attending to a schedule where the rampant theme of corruption by private citizen gets unduly highlighted and they are spared given the comforts of moolah and mayhem they shower on others. here the expertise of those turning the granite and grind from black to white comes handy and their unsurpassable reach in the corridors of a private colony is something to watch out for. Not only they engage their domestic help and security guard, they are equally successful in roping in the colony security guard and the boys who come to wash their cars and caravans that visit them. They are adept in their conduct and those in the neighbourhood agile in their 24x7 breath. With each passing day their confidence is growing and their sympathisers sowing new seeds of discontent. let the countrymen know that commoners won't be cowed by them no matter whom they rope in and whom they force in. The story of survival has continued for six years with the faint hope that money power can't have the upper hand round the year.
Kya hamari angrezi kamjor hai: From the stable of Mujhe Samaj Aaye
Upbraided for not upgrading the English-speaking skills
After all English is a funny language spoken and soaked by all and sundry. From vegetable vendor to tv hunter, it is spoken at alarming length to alarm the janata that time is ripe to commit themselves to English swipe.
English is a funny language, not yet freed from the laws of average. It is spoken in different parts of INdia, from Purulia to Araria, with 24X7 attempt to get a better grasp and in the due course finding it to be a tough task. Perhaps the biggest stress-buster in the times we live and dream in is our ability to speak. collate and sedate to the opposite side in the language we never opened our mouths with and if ever we did it in school we were done in by grammatical grid.
The English that we speak in and the English we cruise with has led to a grooming of English imparting experts who on occasions have their tv blurts . Perhaps their grasp and grind was accumulated courtesy thesaurus ; and those who failed to collect the latest edition of the same were dismissed as living on a land defined as porous and with no voice as vociferous.
Well before 1947 the people had begun to speak in the language that was alien to us and still remains alien despite attempts of tv theatres to refurbish our skills and this exercise leaves the ardent learners in a spate of ill. Having travelled across length and breadth of the country, the most visible form of attachment are the open fields where people accumulate in numbers to have the morning thrill and the discourse having the English feel. Hours later as afternoon sets in the tummy seems to be in a fine shape courtesy the English-thinking cap we worn since morning and the English prowess we droll in. Morning to evening we are caught in the crosscurrents of a language where we have made attempts to write and summarise so as to keep in line with our baiters/bartenders advice. Never since India made more than visible attempts to free from licence raj did anyone in black and white stretch the argumentative part that letters in this language are sole preserve of vilayati budhas who have the guiding support of mata raj.
When it is spoken in different parts of the county visible to the naked eye, the different inhabitants round it up their every sentence with "Mujhe Samaj Aaya (MSA) stress, underscoring the reach on the language of MSA who is yet to adorn the mantle of NSA.
Having faulted those with skills of BA and yet having the temerity to shoot letters that only mandarins of MEA could do, the line of argument from barbarians is that products of hansrajs and kiroris are miles away from getting a grasp on this language of fritter and sway.As debating circuit, tv theatres included, aim to refurbish the language spoken by those who are able to see the writing on the wall and the writing that would appear after a fresh coat of paint has been put and the weather-friendly passages they now and then shoot. Armed with dual skills a rarity in the season when they found mobocracy overtaking democracy when the congregation in the Capital was no longer a secrecy. It is the nominated and yet the firing brigade that can lay claim to having attended to all English upgradation skill classes in the National Capital and beyond and those having failed to do so receiving the much-needed taunt.
Are we to believe that those who gained entry through sports quota in the prime of their life and in the so-called prime college of the National Capital in the late 80s have fewer indulgences and are careful with all the vowel when they babble.
English is after all a funny language where the fun begins the moment they begin to speak as go becomes goo and prints of true becomes prints of blue. Hazare becomes Garware and Garware becomes Phagware as we ascend from the western belt to the northern tilt. English that we speak and the English that we reap makes most of us cringe and weep. Rona yeh hai ki English pe hamne maharathi hasil nahi ki hai aur jinho ne ki hai unhe thesauras free me mili hai. Perhaps those staying opposite IHC and other places are more inclined to the view that cattle class can't afford the language they speak and their condition can be ameliorated including those passing out from St Vimhans by enrolling for different English learning and leveraging classes in the country. After all St Vimhans is yet to begin correspondence courses given the depth of correspondences their products released from its stable long time ago are indulging in.After all English is a funny language spoken and soaked by all and sundry. From vegetable vendor to tv hunter, it is spoken at alarming length to alarm the janata that time is ripe to commit themselves to English swipe.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Having reached vellore from coimbatore, the drive was shaky and the desire to continue with the onward journey quite wavering. Had to keep close to the schedule and by the time i reached Tirumala, the rains had appeared in plenty and given the pilgrims the thrill of being close to the Lord when weather was at its best
The 8.1 hours spent by Indians in office and those desiring to not even spend that
The 8.1 hours spent by Indians in office and those desiring to not even spend that
As per a report, Indians are supposed to work - pretending to work included - on an average 8.1 hours a day. This 8.1 hours a day begins once they have completed the commute from home to office marked by skirmishes and close shaves. Once inside the office and having taken the seat that has been designated for them to stay and shiver the next course is to truly spend 8.1 hours, not a minute more or less .
As for break up of 8.1 hours, it would probably go in the following format. Of 8.1, one or more than one hour is spent in an indecisive phase over the issue of whether they should begin the day in office and round it up with tea or coffee. Once having decided that the day can begin with tea to be followed by coffee and vice versa, two hours are spent in the washroom or in a place resembling to be a loo. There are no dearth of places in the office and its roundabout which have a close resemblance to a washroom. With two hours at their disposal, they take it as an opportune moment to blast the people whom they have came across ever since they decided to give a career a serious lift. The past present and prospective bosses aiming to be employers are blasted in the confines of washroom, with the assumption serving as consolation that these very bosses would have been blasted and continue to get blasted till eternity.
Once outside the washroom and on to their seats of upheaval, the remaining hours are spent in deciding on the mails they should open and the ones they should desist. Mails in order of apperance like 2, 4 and 6 are laid bare open for the entire staff to have a dekho and those mails like 1, 3 and 5 in order of appearance are left to be viewed by their foes. In the normal course the mails are to be viewed by your foes when you have left for the day and taken a circuitous route to reach the place of stay.
Having opened the mails and scrutinised each and every detail including the temerity of the sender to send such one to you, the next course of action is for how long the body would take to adjust to the fact that you have received mails and which you are supposed to respond before the company gives you a final response of stay or stray. In between the hours when the time spent in washroom is less than schedule, then you can well be called for an in house discussion in a conference room to share the plight of deteriorating traffic in the city that let to you skipping office for 15 days in a month. Solutions to the problem are spelled by those in the conference room and those willing to get in and yet barred as they haven't reached adult frame of mind. Post conference room confabulations and tea/coffeee sessions, the remaining/ shrinking time is spent ruminating on how better it would be to have a barter system than cash screech system as once the wads of notes disappear from circulation , the chances of those getting dislocated in the light of this cash circulation would trim. As a result, the 8.1 hours that one was supposed to stay in office in view of dislocation from home as wads of notes are in active display by money power generators in the neighbourhood these very 8.1 hours could be wisely spent in home with no bother whatsoever had barter system been introduced in the vicinity of place of stay.
Once out of office and the officewallahs out of sight, with 8.1 hours truly spent in office, the next search is for a place where you could have the grub with the assurance from the grubwallah that post meals, the tummy would respond in a way you desire and give you a break from office which you don't aspire.
the past
ppl
theuy
As per a report, Indians are supposed to work - pretending to work included - on an average 8.1 hours a day. This 8.1 hours a day begins once they have completed the commute from home to office marked by skirmishes and close shaves. Once inside the office and having taken the seat that has been designated for them to stay and shiver the next course is to truly spend 8.1 hours, not a minute more or less .
As for break up of 8.1 hours, it would probably go in the following format. Of 8.1, one or more than one hour is spent in an indecisive phase over the issue of whether they should begin the day in office and round it up with tea or coffee. Once having decided that the day can begin with tea to be followed by coffee and vice versa, two hours are spent in the washroom or in a place resembling to be a loo. There are no dearth of places in the office and its roundabout which have a close resemblance to a washroom. With two hours at their disposal, they take it as an opportune moment to blast the people whom they have came across ever since they decided to give a career a serious lift. The past present and prospective bosses aiming to be employers are blasted in the confines of washroom, with the assumption serving as consolation that these very bosses would have been blasted and continue to get blasted till eternity.
Once outside the washroom and on to their seats of upheaval, the remaining hours are spent in deciding on the mails they should open and the ones they should desist. Mails in order of apperance like 2, 4 and 6 are laid bare open for the entire staff to have a dekho and those mails like 1, 3 and 5 in order of appearance are left to be viewed by their foes. In the normal course the mails are to be viewed by your foes when you have left for the day and taken a circuitous route to reach the place of stay.
Having opened the mails and scrutinised each and every detail including the temerity of the sender to send such one to you, the next course of action is for how long the body would take to adjust to the fact that you have received mails and which you are supposed to respond before the company gives you a final response of stay or stray. In between the hours when the time spent in washroom is less than schedule, then you can well be called for an in house discussion in a conference room to share the plight of deteriorating traffic in the city that let to you skipping office for 15 days in a month. Solutions to the problem are spelled by those in the conference room and those willing to get in and yet barred as they haven't reached adult frame of mind. Post conference room confabulations and tea/coffeee sessions, the remaining/ shrinking time is spent ruminating on how better it would be to have a barter system than cash screech system as once the wads of notes disappear from circulation , the chances of those getting dislocated in the light of this cash circulation would trim. As a result, the 8.1 hours that one was supposed to stay in office in view of dislocation from home as wads of notes are in active display by money power generators in the neighbourhood these very 8.1 hours could be wisely spent in home with no bother whatsoever had barter system been introduced in the vicinity of place of stay.
Once out of office and the officewallahs out of sight, with 8.1 hours truly spent in office, the next search is for a place where you could have the grub with the assurance from the grubwallah that post meals, the tummy would respond in a way you desire and give you a break from office which you don't aspire.
the past
ppl
theuy
private colonies as private hideouts
private colonies as private hideouts
some of those living in private colonies and upping the private infrastructure are attending to a schedule where the rampant theme of corruption by private citizen gets unduly highlighted and they are spared given the comforts of moolah and mayhem they shower on others. here the expertise of those turning the granite and grind from black to white comes handy and their unsurpassable reach in the corridors of a private colony is something to watch out for. Not only they engage their domestic help and security guard, they are equally successful in roping in the colony security guard and the boys who come to wash their cars and caravans that visit them. They are adept in their conduct and those in the neighbourhood agile in their 24x7 breath. With each passing day their confidence is growing and their sympathisers sowing new seeds of discontent.
let the countrymen know that commoners won't be cowed by them no matter whom they rope in and whom they force in. The story of survival has continued for six years with the faint hope that money power can't have the upper hand round the year.
some of those living in private colonies and upping the private infrastructure are attending to a schedule where the rampant theme of corruption by private citizen gets unduly highlighted and they are spared given the comforts of moolah and mayhem they shower on others. here the expertise of those turning the granite and grind from black to white comes handy and their unsurpassable reach in the corridors of a private colony is something to watch out for. Not only they engage their domestic help and security guard, they are equally successful in roping in the colony security guard and the boys who come to wash their cars and caravans that visit them. They are adept in their conduct and those in the neighbourhood agile in their 24x7 breath. With each passing day their confidence is growing and their sympathisers sowing new seeds of discontent.
let the countrymen know that commoners won't be cowed by them no matter whom they rope in and whom they force in. The story of survival has continued for six years with the faint hope that money power can't have the upper hand round the year.
Upping the security blanket
Upping the security blanket
As i try to open the site, there are innumerable difficulties i come across. Foremost among them has been the message that someone has been trying to impersonate to create the unwarranted destruction to the blog space. But that should not deter to sketch the details of stay and survival in the National Capital. The National Capital is in a state of disarray and each and every resident of the city has to be on the guard coupled with a prayer from their heart that the forces out to outwit us should be defeated at all all costs. The injury and destruction that visited those in the vicinity of the court premises the other day was heartbreaking - and here we need to put a sincere prayer along with a unmatched coordination among different agencies to ensure that the probability of such acts are bare minimum.
The strategy should be among others the need to motivate the sources that vital piece of inputs are passed on time for its handy usage. Sources and those working on keeping a tab on those destructive forces need to be on guard round the year. The flights originating and departing from different airports of the country need to be thoroughly checked and any suspicion at any point of time should not be ignored. Howsoever painful it may prove for passengers, the thorough probe and drill has to be maintained. the failure to reach a logical conclusion to the attack on parliament has been widely responsible for destruction of peace in different parts of the country ; and herein any procrastination won't be desired. What the majority community should ensure is that no acts or thoughts are relayed that offends the other communities. Once the creation of skills among weaker sections of other communities are created leading to their gainful employment, much of the hatred spreading around would understandably be curbed. The employment opportunities in the state of J&K would act as a impediment to those forces out to rob us of peace and tranquility. Mere appeasement of other community for the sake of votebank politics would be fatal and here the ruling establishment needs to bear this in mind. Both the major political parties are to be blamed for the current state of affairs.
As for the ruling establishment, they need to curb wasteful expenditure and release funds for upgrading security. Discretionary powers should be done away with and all travelling by ministers and other range of politicos- yet to get into shoes of a full-fledged politician or yet to express their desire to retire for good- should be bare minimum. the vulgar display of wealth in the cities and towns should be discouraged and a cess needs to be imposed on any grand celebrations coming from any entity, big or bound to get big in the next 24 to 48 hours. further, the forces that should be dedicated for securing the nook and corners of the country should be released for that purpose instead of committing them for fashion shows, IPL, F1 race or a book-releasing function by a politico who ran a bill of over a crore during his stay in a five star property .
THe security for enterprising lots or those pretending to be enterprising like politicos, designers and fast cars drivers needs to be shrinked. The explosion of consumerism coupled with intoxication of money power has given rise to a very insensitive class, perhaps better illustrated through the appearance of ads of big cars right opposite the page that carried the reports of terror that visited the capital. Perhaps a cess on tv debates would be desirable where instead of offering some tangible solution, the participants lock themselves in a debate which is highly infectious. for all the high and mighty, huge and heavy, the time has come to shrink your presence and let the common concerns take centrestage.
As i try to open the site, there are innumerable difficulties i come across. Foremost among them has been the message that someone has been trying to impersonate to create the unwarranted destruction to the blog space. But that should not deter to sketch the details of stay and survival in the National Capital. The National Capital is in a state of disarray and each and every resident of the city has to be on the guard coupled with a prayer from their heart that the forces out to outwit us should be defeated at all all costs. The injury and destruction that visited those in the vicinity of the court premises the other day was heartbreaking - and here we need to put a sincere prayer along with a unmatched coordination among different agencies to ensure that the probability of such acts are bare minimum.
The strategy should be among others the need to motivate the sources that vital piece of inputs are passed on time for its handy usage. Sources and those working on keeping a tab on those destructive forces need to be on guard round the year. The flights originating and departing from different airports of the country need to be thoroughly checked and any suspicion at any point of time should not be ignored. Howsoever painful it may prove for passengers, the thorough probe and drill has to be maintained. the failure to reach a logical conclusion to the attack on parliament has been widely responsible for destruction of peace in different parts of the country ; and herein any procrastination won't be desired. What the majority community should ensure is that no acts or thoughts are relayed that offends the other communities. Once the creation of skills among weaker sections of other communities are created leading to their gainful employment, much of the hatred spreading around would understandably be curbed. The employment opportunities in the state of J&K would act as a impediment to those forces out to rob us of peace and tranquility. Mere appeasement of other community for the sake of votebank politics would be fatal and here the ruling establishment needs to bear this in mind. Both the major political parties are to be blamed for the current state of affairs.
As for the ruling establishment, they need to curb wasteful expenditure and release funds for upgrading security. Discretionary powers should be done away with and all travelling by ministers and other range of politicos- yet to get into shoes of a full-fledged politician or yet to express their desire to retire for good- should be bare minimum. the vulgar display of wealth in the cities and towns should be discouraged and a cess needs to be imposed on any grand celebrations coming from any entity, big or bound to get big in the next 24 to 48 hours. further, the forces that should be dedicated for securing the nook and corners of the country should be released for that purpose instead of committing them for fashion shows, IPL, F1 race or a book-releasing function by a politico who ran a bill of over a crore during his stay in a five star property .
THe security for enterprising lots or those pretending to be enterprising like politicos, designers and fast cars drivers needs to be shrinked. The explosion of consumerism coupled with intoxication of money power has given rise to a very insensitive class, perhaps better illustrated through the appearance of ads of big cars right opposite the page that carried the reports of terror that visited the capital. Perhaps a cess on tv debates would be desirable where instead of offering some tangible solution, the participants lock themselves in a debate which is highly infectious. for all the high and mighty, huge and heavy, the time has come to shrink your presence and let the common concerns take centrestage.
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