In India people are so frustrated with the timing of government busses (or lack of thereof) that recently one of top searched terms in google India was “red bus”. May be, in the hope of atleast finding it online. Or it could even be one of the smart software kids too, who is yet to learn that there cannot be any reservations done online for the citi-busses. The red busses are more like action heroes of wild wild west, with raw aggression and grit. That is even visible on the vehicle itself. Every bus usually has a few sharp edges of rusted iron body cover of the vehicle which is protruding. It resembles the sharp pikes on the wheels of the chariot in a fight scene in the Gladiator movie. Dare not stand in its way. Even the bus itself will not “stand” in the bus-stand. Now, why it doesn’t, is in itself an area more appropriately analyzed later when we speak about BMTTC drivers.
Some time ago, Yedyurappa, had launched a series of high end Citi-busses. Few of them were so sophisticated that they had a small embedded PC and internet connectivity in all seats. But they forgot to install breaks in them. And speedometers too. The reason why the drivers of those busses were able to speed so much in densely populated and habituated roads of Bangalore was because they came with equally powerful sound horns. The power of them horns was so much, the two-wheelers which were either thinly built or were 150CC or less in capacity would just fly away to the edges of the road, thereby clearing much of the road to the busses. Those two-wheeler people, with the pillion rider, who would regain balance after few seconds feel worse when they notice that there is but only one passenger sitting in the whole bus.
Now, if you have driven in Bangalore even for an hour, you will notice that you have the freedom to overtake other vehicles both from left and the right. This freedom combined with high powered sound horns together with amazing maneuvering skills of ladies on scooties is a spectacle you just cannot miss. In the mornings, the girl usually is thinking about some nice things and riding at the right of the road. Usually which part of the road is she riding, depends on the direction of her previous turn. If she has turned right into this road, then she is at right side of the road. Otherwise it is left. The bus driver sometimes honks as a precaution, because the girl has adjusted her rear view mirror so that she can see herself in it, not the vehicles behind her. As soon as she hears the honk, no matter what, she starts moving from one side of the road to other. This is irrespective of which side she was in. As rear view mirror is out of focus for her, it really does not matter. These are very few moments where the BMTTC drivers are known to make an attempt to slow down their vehicles. But he is still bound by a secret oath may be, he cannot slow down too much because there will be needy citizens who would jump out of nowhere into the moving bus, thus availing the facilities of public transport. To avoid this, the busses now come fitted with hydraulic operated doors.
Though there is so much chaos on the roads, there are a few thumb rules which when memorized you can at least be sure in what situations you have to run away from the scene and also whether you run away in current state or try to find one of your shoe which flung away, before running. In any given minor accidents, if the other person is riding a vehicle which is cheaper then yours OR if you are more well dressed than other person, then it is definitely your mistake. You have to escape as soon as both of you are standing upright on your own feet without anybody’s help. The same rule holds if other person is above 50 years of age, but in this case, the cheaper vehicle clause is not taken into account and time available to escape is reduced to half of it.
If the other person is a female, usually there is no escape. The onus lies on yourself, irrespective of vehicle, time or place. This situation has been known to escalate pretty quickly if tears are seen in the other person’s eyes or if small to medium sized scratches are seen too. If this happens, then it is advised to bear all the expenses without question and leave. During late 1990′s or early 2000′s, these kind of minor accidents were also known to induce romantic feelings, between the two parties. Those were the times when Bangalore still had greenery around and there would be cool breeze even during the day. So, this was scientifically possible too. Now with the dust and carbon thats settled on your face, there is no chance.
For all other situations you might face, to be safe, just play unconscious for few seconds after rolling on the cleaner part of the road. You can resume your normal routine once you feel someone splashing water on your face.
Until then, drive safe.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Sorprendente, Sirmione !
The open hair of a beautiful lady leaves a refreshing aroma around. I inhaled a lot of air trying to get more and more of it, with my eyes closed and face trying to find the source of it. The golden tone and a bit tanned flawless skin, the perfect set of teeth, big and sparkling blue eyes. The gaze which was as much confident as was innocent. I almost fell in love, not with that women but the imaginative power of almighty ;)Then there was another, this time I started to get a bit jealous that I dont live there and just had couple of hours. I almost felt I had a divine intervention, the world around me slowed down. It was in slow motion that the fine breeze blowing from the lake side, cleared off a strand of hair which was tickling her cheeks. The Chihuahua in her arms was as calm as an elephant sleeping.
Chihuahua BTW is a breed of dog, Tiny, about the size of a pepsi tin and fits into the ladies handbag.. Usually very active, aggressive and expressive(I meant the dog).
It had been almost couple a hours that me and Tushar were just gazing around. For first time after the vacation started, we were so busy doing nothing.As I walked back towards the cruise, I thought, that was one of most beautiful girl I had seen. But there were absolutely no ends to our suprises. Another angel walks along.
And to top it all, there was a 60 year old boyfriend with this 20 yr old !.
This time I did'nt even see her the second time.
This time I did'nt even see her the second time.
Because I was already fuming and frustrated with the inequality in this world !!, I wanted to jump into the lake!.
Why are all these beautiful people living so far off from where I live ! .. anyway Buddha's words came to mind- Desire is the main cause of misery - which had proved to be very true. Deciding not to make myself more miserable, I sailed in peace watching the endless blue waters..
TAKE-TWO:And because we did not have to rely on the cruise to get back, we thought we have all the time in the world to spend in Sirmione. It was just 45 kms from our place of camp by road.
All the 5 guys were excited. When all 5 had same opinion, and said "YESSS" to a plan then that had definitely gotto go wrong somewhere. But where could it go wrong ? the plan was so simple, drive to Sirmione, park the vehicle, roam around, have food and drive back to Munich. Nooo, as if things were really exciting the last few days this plan also had to get screwed up. There was a simple problem, there was no single parking space in 2 cities along the lake.
And more than that, traffic was moving at 2 kmph. The search for free parking turned into "Pay anything for one parking space". Still no luck. To our dismay, after roaming around the city for 3 hours, we started bac
k. 4 of 5 guys never got out of the car.
Well, Take 2 for Sirmione ended not so great. Just dragged ourselves back to Munich.
THE BEGINNING:
It had all started with me planning a trip back home, to India.
Trip to India would always mean there were some preparations probably from a week before the journey. The shopping, packing and informing friends for meetup. But more recently the excitement had died down.
Now it had come down to shoving few clothes and passport into travel bag, scanning the MacBook for any nice thin
Well, Take 2 for Sirmione ended not so great. Just dragged ourselves back to Munich.
THE BEGINNING:
It had all started with me planning a trip back home, to India.
Trip to India would always mean there were some preparations probably from a week before the journey. The shopping, packing and informing friends for meetup. But more recently the excitement had died down.
Now it had come down to shoving few clothes and passport into travel bag, scanning the MacBook for any nice thin
gs present already.. ;) You never know with the kids at home, who find all sorts of things while searching for cartoons.
Unfortunately the little preparation I had done was useless when I had to cancel the trip in the last moment. I almost started to slip into depression from the thought of spending a loooong weekend home. But the compass took a U turn, and fortunately had a chance a join my friends for camping in It
Unfortunately the little preparation I had done was useless when I had to cancel the trip in the last moment. I almost started to slip into depression from the thought of spending a loooong weekend home. But the compass took a U turn, and fortunately had a chance a join my friends for camping in It
aly .. :)
Probably for the first time we started off in time from Munich, which apparently was an indication of a not so exciting trip.
We were one short of a IPL team, 10 people with 2 five seaters. One of them was a Merc SUV, which felt like trying to kill a dog with a fighter jet.
Though you have all the power under the hood, you'll never use it. We just had 4 hours of driving to do. The other BMW seated 2 couples and a bloke from UK, who was apparently a good photographer. H
Probably for the first time we started off in time from Munich, which apparently was an indication of a not so exciting trip.
We were one short of a IPL team, 10 people with 2 five seaters. One of them was a Merc SUV, which felt like trying to kill a dog with a fighter jet.
Though you have all the power under the hood, you'll never use it. We just had 4 hours of driving to do. The other BMW seated 2 couples and a bloke from UK, who was apparently a good photographer. H
e had a tough time putting up with drunk people trying to learn british accent ;). One tip we would never forget though, how do you say butter in British Accent ? well forget the double T's always - it is Buh-er.
Atleast some kind of learning in 4 days !
BACK TO CAMPING :
At the same time I wondered, when we pay 50 Euros a night to sleep under a tree in a Van - something's gotto be wrong !
And you have trailers of al
BACK TO CAMPING :
At the same time I wondered, when we pay 50 Euros a night to sleep under a tree in a Van - something's gotto be wrong !
And you have trailers of al
l the things that make you feel home, small kitchen, small bed and small bath.
Only thing adventurous was having a bath. You hold the shower head, switch it ON, then wait until hot water starts to flow. After u are half way through, suddenly a gush of very cold water flows in it.. and make you move your arms erratically to point the shower head in other direction. And that is where you get bruises around your elbows.
Its 1 Sq mt of space you see, with lot of steel protruding.
Talking about bathrooms, when you spend less time cleaning yourself, and more time cleaning and drying the bathroom later - You're definitely in Europe.
But there's no match for a summer in Europe, enjoy while it lasts ;)
Only thing adventurous was having a bath. You hold the shower head, switch it ON, then wait until hot water starts to flow. After u are half way through, suddenly a gush of very cold water flows in it.. and make you move your arms erratically to point the shower head in other direction. And that is where you get bruises around your elbows.
Its 1 Sq mt of space you see, with lot of steel protruding.
Talking about bathrooms, when you spend less time cleaning yourself, and more time cleaning and drying the bathroom later - You're definitely in Europe.
But there's no match for a summer in Europe, enjoy while it lasts ;)
Friday, April 8, 2011
The last breath of a burning man to the last meal of a hungry nation
One befitting reward for a noble soul, Anna should have his next meal in a free India.
December 17th, 2010 Tunisia. The charred blood of a 26 year old Mohammed Bouazizi inhaled by millions of frustrated and raging for Justice citizens sparked off a revolution. It took a can of gasoline, a match stick and a life lived under corruption and bullying by the people "with connection" and in power to make his then ruler to visit him in the hospital. He had just lighted himself, everybody else woke up.
The Middle east revolutions have opened up a chapter and given faith to people. The faith that their voice can be heard too. A cry of pain can be neglected, but for how long ? .. It is that faith in the strength of middle class mass that has made all the difference. Why not in India ?
The patience of middle class has no boundaries, but its very important not to be tested. The incidents like these are like a slap in the face of society which is asleep in its own lethargy and difficulties. We need an awakening. Too many of our concerns and too many of our heroes get buried up in our day to day fight for bread and butter. How many of us have felt that pinch of a guy "with connections" overtake us ? .. How many of us have just let it go. Almost everybody.
We should just hope the anger and frustration now built up doesn't get lost in only "liking" the FB pages and watching news channels excitedly. It has to turn into action. Just inspire one more person next to you to join the force, you will have done your part, perfectly. Probably 60 years of free india has some effect on its people. Lethargy, status quo. Most of Civil services candidates interviews in magazines give out a aura of maintaining a status quo. That has been what we have spent most of our lives trying to achieve. Trying hard not to change the things. Or is it time we change ?
1.2 Billion people, but still very very less leaders for causes they believe. India has great entrepreneurs, greatest of business minds that ofcourse give birth prosperity to millions. But it just has been lacking one main corner stone. Many have been born with firm resolutions for bringing about a good social change. But most of the attempts have been getting diluted. It is getting diluted as much as value of a 100 Rupee note compared to its value 10 years back. Remember it will continue to get diluted with each crore added to pockets of corrupt.
And what else can be a perfect proof of constant degradation except for this ..
"There is no doubt that our grievances against the British Empire had a sound basis. As the painstaking statistical work of the Cambridge historian Angus Maddison has shown, India's share of world income collapsed from 22.6% in 1700, almost equal to Europe's share of 23.3% at that time, to as low as 3.8% in 1952. Indeed, at the beginning of the 20th Century, "the brightest jewel in the British Crown" was the poorest country in the world in terms of per capita income. " - (Prime minister's quote from Wiki)
I think millions would be pondering on the idea, may be it would be better if Manmohan singhji was India's dictator. He would'nt have to listen to anybody.
It is indeed time for change.
It takes a lot more than a world cup win, IPL, bollywood to bring about a change. They don't even know what the last 5 digits in their bank balance look like. It is the working class that has to make all the difference.
Some people with money and power do support the cause, but it is the middle class that has to carry the baton forward. Each one has to believe that he can make a difference. Even a line written by you, a message spread by you or one firm clasp of the jaw can still make a difference. But the best, go out there and feel it. I still wonder how many youngsters would have imagined themselves in the place of Bhagat singh, Sukhdev and Rajguru, may be not feeling so happy that they themselves did not get a chance to show the undying patriotism for the country. Now, is the chance.
Of all the things that are going on, the most wonderful thing is that Anna is a Gandhian. No amount of Violence can bring about a change so everlasting. The change has to come today, and what a way to get it. India was freed that way, and would be freed from devil that way too. It definitely has bought a new and refreshing feeling in youngsters who once felt, things are never going to change, Is desh ka kuch nahi ho saktha.
Not until we make it happen.
And one fine day we wake up into a world where once again we get to hear the Gandhian tone of "Raghupathi Raghava Raja Raam... ".
December 17th, 2010 Tunisia. The charred blood of a 26 year old Mohammed Bouazizi inhaled by millions of frustrated and raging for Justice citizens sparked off a revolution. It took a can of gasoline, a match stick and a life lived under corruption and bullying by the people "with connection" and in power to make his then ruler to visit him in the hospital. He had just lighted himself, everybody else woke up.
The Middle east revolutions have opened up a chapter and given faith to people. The faith that their voice can be heard too. A cry of pain can be neglected, but for how long ? .. It is that faith in the strength of middle class mass that has made all the difference. Why not in India ?
The patience of middle class has no boundaries, but its very important not to be tested. The incidents like these are like a slap in the face of society which is asleep in its own lethargy and difficulties. We need an awakening. Too many of our concerns and too many of our heroes get buried up in our day to day fight for bread and butter. How many of us have felt that pinch of a guy "with connections" overtake us ? .. How many of us have just let it go. Almost everybody.
We should just hope the anger and frustration now built up doesn't get lost in only "liking" the FB pages and watching news channels excitedly. It has to turn into action. Just inspire one more person next to you to join the force, you will have done your part, perfectly. Probably 60 years of free india has some effect on its people. Lethargy, status quo. Most of Civil services candidates interviews in magazines give out a aura of maintaining a status quo. That has been what we have spent most of our lives trying to achieve. Trying hard not to change the things. Or is it time we change ?
1.2 Billion people, but still very very less leaders for causes they believe. India has great entrepreneurs, greatest of business minds that ofcourse give birth prosperity to millions. But it just has been lacking one main corner stone. Many have been born with firm resolutions for bringing about a good social change. But most of the attempts have been getting diluted. It is getting diluted as much as value of a 100 Rupee note compared to its value 10 years back. Remember it will continue to get diluted with each crore added to pockets of corrupt.
And what else can be a perfect proof of constant degradation except for this ..
"There is no doubt that our grievances against the British Empire had a sound basis. As the painstaking statistical work of the Cambridge historian Angus Maddison has shown, India's share of world income collapsed from 22.6% in 1700, almost equal to Europe's share of 23.3% at that time, to as low as 3.8% in 1952. Indeed, at the beginning of the 20th Century, "the brightest jewel in the British Crown" was the poorest country in the world in terms of per capita income. " - (Prime minister's quote from Wiki)
I think millions would be pondering on the idea, may be it would be better if Manmohan singhji was India's dictator. He would'nt have to listen to anybody.
It is indeed time for change.
It takes a lot more than a world cup win, IPL, bollywood to bring about a change. They don't even know what the last 5 digits in their bank balance look like. It is the working class that has to make all the difference.
Some people with money and power do support the cause, but it is the middle class that has to carry the baton forward. Each one has to believe that he can make a difference. Even a line written by you, a message spread by you or one firm clasp of the jaw can still make a difference. But the best, go out there and feel it. I still wonder how many youngsters would have imagined themselves in the place of Bhagat singh, Sukhdev and Rajguru, may be not feeling so happy that they themselves did not get a chance to show the undying patriotism for the country. Now, is the chance.
Of all the things that are going on, the most wonderful thing is that Anna is a Gandhian. No amount of Violence can bring about a change so everlasting. The change has to come today, and what a way to get it. India was freed that way, and would be freed from devil that way too. It definitely has bought a new and refreshing feeling in youngsters who once felt, things are never going to change, Is desh ka kuch nahi ho saktha.
Not until we make it happen.
And one fine day we wake up into a world where once again we get to hear the Gandhian tone of "Raghupathi Raghava Raja Raam... ".
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Amazingly, Pathetic
Now that mother and sister of all the matches is over, I wonder what the news channels will term the FInal... some already called it Rama Vs Raavana, Ramayana-2011.. !
For last couple a days I was looking for how was Japan was doing, what's Gadaffi upto and all I could see and hear was one "salwar kameez" clad reporter with a mike, who probably ran around for a while to pump up her breathing to give an aura of excitement to her statement which she has made for 153rd time in 5 hours. Ajay Jadeja's hair has gone white answering the same questions in different ways and arriving at same conclusion each and everytime - "its just who plays better that day, that matters". Gavaskar has just few left for that matter..
Then I just fail to understand why they analyze so much..
After that come the non-cricket factors that can influence the outcome..
This match does not have a political angle to it, as compared to Indo-Pak match. So, the much lacking creativity of the media might be tested with this one. I'm sure the last option would be to start the analysis when thousands of years ago how Rama had led his team to Lanka to get his "cup".
And now, after thousands of years the cup had to be kept safe from Lankans taking it away !
"India Vs Srilanka, In Mumbai, in front of home crowd, in the World cup final which could most definately be Sachin's last, and Murali's last.. i mean it cannot
get better than this !!"
-- I can bet a bunch that we will get to hear/read above statement nearly twenty thousand times in 2 days
Media has become insanely Extremist, in the sense its just extremes nothing in-between. Either a player is hopelessly a failure who would kill himself if he watches news for an hour after a bad performance, or he is just the super human who can change everything into gold.. there cannot be just a normal player who played sensible cricket and carried his part of responsibility well.
Probably too many dreams of "aam-aadmi" get shattered in the monotonous day to day lives, that people search for a hero in someone and try make him perfect. When he fails for a moment, the frustration just flows...
On a lighter note, I sometimes wonder how the job interview of a reporter nowadays goes :
Interviewer : Do you know any superlatives ?
Candidate : Yes sir, many. "Amazing, pathetic, awe-inspiring, breath-taking, shameless, pinnacle, rock bottom, peak performance .... "
Interviewer : You'e in !
For what its worth, it will definitely be 8 hours of pure nice cricket, minus the politics this time ! ...
Have a good one !...
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