Being a feminist is a double edge sword and it ranges from being a conservative to a liberal one. I find myself somewhere in the middle of the two extremes. Every single instance of molestation is disheartening and mocking at our sensibility and intellect. The recent instances of women being molested will continue to recur until there is a contrast in our beliefs and our thoughts. We Indian families have a policy of silence on the major issues be it sex education or any sensitive issue for that matter. Since It is very easy to form an impression about the opposite sex (females) in era of Internet with plenty sleazy and demeaning songs. Unless and until the women themselves take the baton in their hands and shape the young minds and hearts in their houses with fearless conversations and strong point of view, there will be humiliation. Women are rebels and they have proved that consistently by being a tenacious homemaker to an ambitious career women and juggling the roles every single day. Look at your mother, sisters, daughters and spouse and you will resonate with me. Yes women are gorgeous and sensuous, the least we can do is to admire and appreciate , than make them victim of ogling, dishonoring and disparaging. Yes life is uncertain and there will be an outcome irrespective of whether you (women) were an instigator or not. It is a vicious cycle of who is to be blamed for every single heinous act committed. I strongly believe that we ( man/ women) should take responsibility for factors which are in our circle of influence, be it the place , the people and the time. Certainly condemnation is no consolation. Finally we Indian society are stuck between a Dangal ( movie ) liberation and a Pink ( movie ) decimation of a person. Can we be the change , the change we wish to see. Please do ponder.
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Let’s classify Indians in at least three buckets. First, who are least concerned about the Olympics, second, who read newspaper and criticize these athletes for lackluster performances and lastly, who expect miracles to happen.
Please be honest and look deep inside and reflect, we all know the Indian athletes aren’t going to win any medals.
To conclude, we Indians suffer from Dementia (assumed), emotional instability and Patriotic fever.
This hue, cry, emotional sway, controversies and endless tweets are here for another few days, until the next Olympics. But the fact remains, the Rome was not build in a day. If at all the Government or Individuals are serious about the medals, then make there ambition public and provide platform for the talent to unlock its potential.
My heartiest congratulations to both Sakshi and PV sindhu for their accomplishments.
You may have at the tap of an app got cosy in a taxi to your destination. All thanks to smart phones and internet . There are now Auto on demand and so is bikers. The vacuum in the value chain seems to be decreasing every single day.
The commutation problem is getting solved to a large extent and by addition of pooling by cab aggregators the pocket will also have lesser dent.
There is a front , which is yet to be resolved for .
The experience of a commuter by local buses and local trains are to be solved for.
A learning from aggregations model is bridging between the demand and supply in real time.
Most of us must have seen the Mumbai local trains at peaks hours completely choked and commuters hanging out or similar instances in the local buses.
The state governments and private players have a huge opportunity here to fill in the vaccum between demand and supply of commuters by mass transit services.
It can be an App based service , a SMS send by the commuter to the service provider ( DMRC , BMTC or BEST) who then can based on request of, from and to location arrange for buses or additional coaches , to accommodate the commuters basis the time slots chosen by the commuter to avoid the rush and overloaded buses and coaches.
It is the right time to harness the data and technologies to make commuting an easy experience then a struggle.
IRCTC , is an ideal example of usage of technology , booking tickets couldn’t have been easier then this.
Every noon during lunch we end up sitting in front of the television and for the whole duration of 15-20 minutes break , television keeps flashing breaking news with the same visuals.
If you could pause for a moment and analysis the kind of news we are seeing. You may conclude ,there is no substance but only sensationalised screams and screeches.
Any debate is nothing to do with addressing a problem but only correlating it to the past events and exchanging series of accusations.
Yes we understand the curse of capitalism and KPI of TRPs and combination of these two ,makes news distasteful.
I sometimes wonder, is there so much of chaos out there or becomes more chaotic within ourselves and in world as we watch the news.
If one had to count the events of stress, then there is refugee crisis, Syria crisis, Afghan crisis, bombs explosions in some part of world, shooting instances in US, rape instances in India and other countless instances, where human life is not spared.
Now I understand the effect of information overload, best were the days without satellite channels and Internet.
A colleague of mine said , the best news channel is Doordarshan, they report and not create.
Are today’s new channels the newest Porn of our era?
India ,celebrated 69th year of Independence yesterday on 15th August. One could see plenty of selfies on social media with the Indian flags. One thing to be critical of is ,why does the patriotism oozes out for one day alone in most of us? The Prime Minister yesterday ,pointed out that ,not a single scam has emerged in one year of being in power. I am taken aback . Late Kalam sab , your India 2020 , may remain a vision only. This monsoon session of Parliament was nothing, but mud-slinging and tax payers money was down the drain. It is high time that the Political parties be it the opposition a decade back or the opposition now ,make it a priority to let the Parliament function normally and take all the Dharna and Drama take place out side the Parliament only. In 69th year of Independence , a common man is still concerned about where to dump the garbage? , why the potholes reappear again ?,will he get a raise or not ?, will he get promotion or not ?,while choosing a representative through ballot ,who in turn is suppose to lay down the path for progress and prosperity . Sadly , a common man will have to wait until the democratic machinery works with least friction . But when ? Why not make the public servants “Accountable ” across ? An Independent agency , tracking the deliverable of each public servant ,set by the Government and same is accessible with out the hiccup of RTI . All the financial transaction open to public post the bidding on the Internet except the sensitive one’s. A quarterly report card of all the public servants against the KPI. Unfortunately , today a common man knows is a symbol or two , but not the KRA and actual deliverable of the representative of their constituency. The Irony of this India is , a policeman ,will click a photo of you violating a traffic signal but will not take a photo of pothole on the roads. The linear way of thinking has to go ,since our problems are no more simple. The honest and incorruptible either depart early like Manjunath Shanmugam or get lost in vicious cycle of transfers.Does our blood boil ? yes , for few minutes only, while munching pop corn in an recliner seat. The film makers have milked the ideology of corruption less society be it Nayak , Indian , Gabbar is back , Anniyan and Ungli among others. What should we be happy about ? Our delegation has not worked in pristine manner.”Development is not dependent on a symbol ,but on Intent”. I am just another common man and my concern for tomorrow is how will I survive a snail paced traffic until another weekend ?
Bhalai ki supply
The Yoga Guru says Breathing is essence of life . This statement seems irrelevant since we have been hijacked by numerous addictions and one such addiction is fondling with our phones. You may have noticed ( victim) or practitioner of flirting with your phones( unconsciously) , while still being in company of humans , with whom supposedly you intend to be in touch . The affair started with Facebook ,where in people were tempted to write comment on our post while we were anxiously waiting for our 15 min glory of fame. To an illiterate like me , who can’t write cheesy comments , “likes” was and is my savoir. And everything boiled down to how many comments and like? Moving on then came the era of instant messengers ,where the reaction time got drastically reduced further . Cheers ,kudos and what not with all those icons .Whatsapp . One may forget to say goodnight to there spouses but not the urge of check the Whatsapp one last time before another dawn, that should be irresistible. This new addiction came with its own features, buzzing and beeping every other second. I was trying catch up with the Facebook generation , bang another speedy means to be in touch with fellow humans . Damn ! I had to restart again , as if I am laggard and was one step behind the evolution cycle.There you saw a birth of a new group every other day . Family group , colleagues group , friends group ( from school, college) and ex-colleagues group and business partners group. Being married and employed , was not that enough to torment , that one is unleashed to wrath of infinite beeps and buzz…. I was about to choke myself , since I could not handle the pressure of the beeps and buzz , my wife came to my rescue and she silenced (settings)these beeps and buzzsssss.These days when I see advertisements of telecom companies compelling us to have more data based plans , I become numb.Days are not far when this addiction would have spread as an epidemic.#Bhalaikisupply .One may want to rewind and have those tring tring days back. Post messenger days , I have felt strongly that my life was much simple during FB days , one page to scroll and click on “likes”. Now I find myself divided among multiple groups. To conclude , trust me , it is hard to change the world. I tried to influence my wife but failed miserably. She is my motivation to be on whatsapp, while keeping me “Posted” ( verbally) about a new message is awaiting for my attention . Finally , my apologies if I have insulted you. You have “Smart” phones . I am new kid on the block.
Reading news papers in the morning seem irrelevant. Listening to music is out of question specially when Yo Yo Honey Singh is teaching us the new a b c . Life keeps churning its wheel between the to do list . The politicians have let us down , so has the cricket team overseas and movies is out of question , Bollywood is retarded , melodrama to no drama is absolutely big no. Life is on a big time holt between office , fast food ,shopping malls and online sales.All the self help books are biting dust.Listening hardship to raising a new born does put me in a fix. Just want to pull my hairs and scream , unfortunately have a military cut . Some times the petrol prices freak me , some times the increase in rent puts my heart in my mouth , some times phone bills make me crazy . Shaving and saving seems to be relevant things these days. Worsening traffic wants me to pierce dagger through my heart , don’t know about the anguish of proud owner of four wheelers and the mileage of there vehicles. In the evenings , in fact night once back from work as a zombie , find a little solace in cooking shows since most of news channel will make you pull a bullet to your temple . And If accidentally one find’s oneself alone then one can ponder about , why is he/she is here ? what is the purpose of life ? . Is one spiritual or atheist or religious , since hardly we are afraid of GOD , anymore. With evolution of us , humans , we have understood we need connections , contacts , money and booze and things can be taken care off , besides an updated LinkedIn profile.Finally the ritual of browsing FB is on decline since other people have fatigue of sharing there personal life on FB . Life seems chaos , can we fart about it. Hope there is life beyond EMIs and bigger smart phones.