Thursday, January 2, 2014

Govt's New Year Gift : LPG price hike




When I logged into a news website, there was this news flash. 'Non-subsidized LPG costlier by Rs. 220'. 

Those few words were eye catching and heavy enough to ring a bell in mind. Reported that this is the 3rd hike in last 30 days.

There is a significance of the gas cylinder being painted red.  

And the new year had just started yesterday and may be the very popular GOVERNMENT of India (of course popular because it has been ruling India for almost a decade, not serving) was thinking of presenting a gift to the citizens of the country. And it came in the form of price hike.

Well the government might be thinking, our country is full of millionaires( out of which 22% are below poverty line, more than 70% belong to middle class)  and they are ready to pay the price whatever it might be.

Yet they are not still satisfied that, they want to suck the hard earned penny out of the pocket.  When a Prime Minister says, a person earning 35 rupees a day is above poverty line and price of onion goes up to 80 rupees, when a daily labour works the whole day for 180 rupees, more people dependent on agriculture, in that country if the price hikes go in such a way then one day the government would end on spending crores on widening the road. In ten years the prices have almost doubled.

But if the development had been doubled, this question might not have come out.

First the vegetable prices were increased; the diesel and petrol prices went high.
Now 10 to 12 times a year the gas prices are revised (only prices go up). Any way what the Govt wants? We should be able to buy vegetables, we should not go anywhere and finally we should not cook the food. Or might me here also politics is involved. I mean from political point of view if people can cook and eat, they will stay healthy, and may reach the political class protesting and ask them why they are doing it. Hence, end the root cause.

May be in a few days we will get a news that, as per '*****' Gandhi Yojana now people now can avail loan for buying Vegetables, petrol, diesel and LPG gas.  This will really be a wonderful idea.

The live joke is we have 2 very important persons in our country who are Doctors of Economy and our country is the patient.

When the Beasts who are in power will, will understand the predicament of a common man? When they enjoy the facilities that comes at an expenditure of the tax. The security, the power, the free electricity, free patrol and the luxury cars with red light they devour comes out of the tax of the common man. They cannot be called ass**** but black holes (scientifically).

Let them be stripped of all the facilities that they enjoy from the money of the people who are called common man. So that they can realize the truth. A great expectation, that if they could ever become the servant of India, rather than being the rulers. When they will end the greed that they have for power and money?

And finally the people of India should have a little common sense for tolerating all such things. Patience is good but so much of patience????????


Too much of nonsense written above, well the Indian GOVERNMENT just wanted to Wish the people of the country A Very Happy New Year.


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Sunday, August 11, 2013

Introduction to Death

         


And he is stalking you for a long time for a perfect opportunity to rip your soul apart from you….

We think and talk about love, life, job, friends and many more things every day. We do not even bring this particular idea into mind. Death. Does it exhilarate you when it comes to your mind? Are you afraid of it? Why almost no one muses about it? Is it really a very upsetting or terrifying thing? It could be to most of us. Does it bother you? Everyday a lot of people die and the close ones to them grieve.

When a baby is born parents say, the kid will live 100 years, they pray for a long life. All are optimistic. Leave the optimist and pessimist thing aside.

Death comes to us only once, and that’s why we do not like to consider it. A lot of time is spent towards a lot of things except it. Take out a few minutes of your life just to think about death, your death. Can you dare do it? You are living your life means you are brave enough. It takes a lot of courage to live, to face the challenges of life and to feel death.

 I am not saying you to die, just feel it. After death you will not know how it was like. That also depends the way you die. Will you ever know where death is waiting for you? May be on the road, or on the other side. What if you sleep and never wake up? The bus you are sitting in blows up. You get a heart attack just sitting at your office desk. Someone shoots you or stabs you, in this case you can realize you are going to die, a perfect condition to feel the thrill. You are on the balcony of 30th floor of your apartment and someone from behind pushes you. You are eating the pizza in which is poisoned. Snake bite.

                                      Death can reach you in any form. But are you prepared for it? We prepare for most of the events in life. Exams, job interview, marriage, while going for shopping, cooking, dating… etc. and for death?

Here is your chance; it is totally up to you. What changes will the kiss of death bring to you? A touch of it will transform you. Will you be so restless that you are going to die and there is a lot of unfinished business? Death is just another inevitable truth; we behave as if it is unseen. Every existing thing will come to an end one day, sooner or later. To life the end is death, like a full stop to a sentence. It just releases you from all these hectic things you have been doing unceasingly for last 50 or 60 or 70 years. And you want to go on like that for how long? All these worldly feelings, my property, my relatives, my loved ones, go away when death embraces you. You become free. Death is divine. Would not you like to be free?

Did I bother you too much? Just relax…. It was just a thought.





Sunday, June 2, 2013

On a Rainy Evening...





In the afternoon I had planned to go to Comic Con, the pop culture festival, where I could find a lot of comic characters. Real people dressed in various costumes. That would be fun; I had assumed seeing the snaps my brother had uploaded.

The day was good, partly cloudy, the sun not rude on the people. I walked along the street, to the bus stop. My mind stopped for a while, I was thinking which bus I should take, a normal bus or a Volvo. Still in confusion, I waited 2 or 3 buses I skipped, then no. I got in to a Volvo there was a seat empty by a girl and I was going to seat there, someone punched me on stomach.

It was my friend; we were together in high school. I had seen the Facebook update, he had arrived yesterday night. Hell of a coincidence. Any way I had decided to call him, as soon as I got into the bus. And he was in front of me. We were seeing each other after 4 years; otherwise the other ways of contacts had been online chatting or phone. He was going to meet one of his friends at Silk Board.

‘So, ready to start your second innings in Bangalore?’ I said.

After we saw this friend, we started for Koramangala, which was the venue of Comic Con. But he insisted on seeing the office location where he has to report the next day.  As we took a bus, it started raining. We had taken ticket up to a place and we got down.

As we were not sure of the place we started walking in the rain. Enquiring here and there, we kept on moving further. It was fun waking in the rain. In fact after a long time I was doing this. I have always loved it. We drifted almost 2km, to find a bus stop and where we found the bus stop, in front of it was the office.

Now we had taken shelter at the bus stop. There were few more people. 2 Bengali men talking and smoking, we sat there and there were 2 other man who had parked their bicycles waiting for the rain to stop. 2 sexy girls in shorts carrying umbrellas passed in front of us. There came several others too.

 We started taking about various things. Job, life in city and the life in a small Indian country side from where we had come. He had left his job to join another. When two male friends meet, one of the common topics they discuss about is girlfriend. Well, maybe it feels like some kind of achievement or some thing or trying to figure out which one of them is still not in the game. He spoke about his love, and I was the one to listen. When my turn came, as I am still not into it, I had nothing to say. The first thing he wanted to buy in Bangalore was an umbrella.

We waited for the bus, but it did not come. We saw a girl, who was in auto rickshaw yet she had opened her umbrella. How dumb she was, we thought.  We had spent almost an hour there, the bus was still awaited. We were wet and for sure, I thought I was going to catch cold. The rain continued. Finally we thought we should take an auto rickshaw.  When we got one and it started rolling on the road, and the rain water hit us, because there was nothing that could cover the open sides of it, we realized why the girl had kept her umbrella open.

While returning he said that Bangalore has become dirtier then the last time he had seen it in 2010. Of course it was true and on a rainy day it can be truly felt. Bangalore is no doubt growing but still needs a lot of improvement.  

It was still raining, when I walked back to my room from bus stop. I had to struggle to cross the road. Sometimes it becomes very difficult to walk on Bangalore road as if it is not meant for a pedestrian.






//photo source: tumblr.com

Friday, May 31, 2013

Redefining Rain-Man problem

Well seeing the title of the blog I do not think I am going to discuss about the rain man problem of physics. As a student of science I was interested in this particular type of physics problem. But today it is different.

So Bangalore is drenched with heavy rain. It has been raining incessantly for last 3 hours. When I started for home after office, it was raining. I had my umbrella in the bag, felt lucky for having it as I got a chance to utilize it. But not the same feeling remained for a long time. Here the physics did not work, angling the umbrella in the direction of rain. It is useless in heavy rain. Some people still enjoyed getting wet in the rain, some ran to save themselves. Enjoying the rain, without an umbrella is good until you do not catch cold or suffer from fever.

When I reached the bus stop I was half wet, had to take shelter. A bus came and I got inside, the road has turned into drain. There was water flowing on the road, as the buses and other vehicles moved, they splashed water on each other. People had taken shelter under the flyover.

And of course the rain and traffic are very good friends. When rain comes it brings traffic jam along with it. On fly over traffic jam….this is one of the horrible things that happen to people, when all of them try to escape office on a Friday evening, the beginning of weekend and end up in a bloody traffic jam.  

When I reached Silk Board, a place from where I had to catch another bus towards Marathalli, the roads there were below one foot of water. I tried to find a way to cross the road and get into the bus. Unfortunately, either way I had to step into water which spoiled my shoes. I felt like I was going into a pool of water. Wet shoes, socks and generally it takes half an hour for me to reach my place, but not today evening. I knew it. I took off my shoes in the bus and sat shivering in cold.

And in the half way, on Bellandur flyover there was heavy traffic, vehicles moved slowly. I have very bad experience with this. It costs me almost an hour. A car had broken down in the middle of the road. I do not understand why the hell it happens on a rainy day.  The traffic moved very slowly.  I could see long lines of vehicles along both sides of the road. Rain slows down the city.

Some people drive theirs vehicles in such a way that it splashes muddy water on the pedestrians. As the drainage systems are not good, there are several pools formed at places, on the road. A sexy woman in a black dress enjoyed riding her bike getting wet in the rain.

 I reached Marathalli after an hour. And it is muddy hell on a rainy day, Same as an idly in samber. I had to put my steps vary carefully. At a place I saved myself from falling in to mud.  My roommate was stuck near the HAL, there was water till waist level, bikes could hardly move. He reached at 10 pm, but he had started from office at 7:30.

The  rain-man problem is still to be resolved.