Saturday, August 13, 2016
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Subramanian V/s Subramanian
Funny: Having drawn first blood in ‘Rexit’ (short for Raghuram Rajan’s exit), Subramanian Swamy appears bent on further ‘bloodbath’ by his ‘disciplined’ attack on Aravind Subramanian
Punny: Whether he will take the wind out of Aravind, only time will tell
F: He is proving to be a nightmare for BJP, giving Jaitley ‘A-run’ trying to figure out ways to stop him
P: Having ‘herald’ded his arrival to the ‘National’ scene, has the ruling party bitten more than it can chew?
F: ‘Associated’ with every ‘journal’, there is a streak of ‘devil’s advocate’ in SS
P: You mean a ‘law-unto-himself’?
F: In upping the ‘ante’ on eminent scholars on the basis their green card status, isn’t he indulging in ‘anti party’ activities?
P: Especially with a globe-trotting PM trying every trick to woo the NRIs
F: Perhaps SS is testing the ‘tolerance quotient’ of the ruling party
P: In which case, their ‘TQ’ is very high what with their kid-glove stance on the loose cannon
F: Would you then claim that ‘intolerant’ allegation was false?
In 2008, it was ‘sub-prime crises’. In 2016, we are witnessing ‘sub-swamy crises’. The sooner the ruling party realizes that SS is past his utility date, the better will it serve them Ensure ‘SSexit’ a la Rexit. Or Brexit!
Funny: Having drawn first blood in ‘Rexit’ (short for Raghuram Rajan’s exit), Subramanian Swamy appears bent on further ‘bloodbath’ by his ‘disciplined’ attack on Aravind Subramanian
Punny: Whether he will take the wind out of Aravind, only time will tell
F: He is proving to be a nightmare for BJP, giving Jaitley ‘A-run’ trying to figure out ways to stop him
P: Having ‘herald’ded his arrival to the ‘National’ scene, has the ruling party bitten more than it can chew?
F: ‘Associated’ with every ‘journal’, there is a streak of ‘devil’s advocate’ in SS
P: You mean a ‘law-unto-himself’?
F: In upping the ‘ante’ on eminent scholars on the basis their green card status, isn’t he indulging in ‘anti party’ activities?
P: Especially with a globe-trotting PM trying every trick to woo the NRIs
F: Perhaps SS is testing the ‘tolerance quotient’ of the ruling party
P: In which case, their ‘TQ’ is very high what with their kid-glove stance on the loose cannon
F: Would you then claim that ‘intolerant’ allegation was false?
In 2008, it was ‘sub-prime crises’. In 2016, we are witnessing ‘sub-swamy crises’. The sooner the ruling party realizes that SS is past his utility date, the better will it serve them Ensure ‘SSexit’ a la Rexit. Or Brexit!
Monday, December 1, 2008
Mumbai Terror
Even as we are coming to terms with the horror, some questions are likely to haunt us forever:
1. what are the recruitment procedures at these renowned hotels? were they followed at all?
2. obviously the credentials of these terrorists who managed to get the jobs at these hotels were not cross verified.
3. i still can't figure out how a few young people could get entry to these hotels walking. one would imagine that to get entry to these plush hotels, one would be expected to be either driven in a chauffeured vehicle or self-driven one. the fact that these young people were entering by foot itself should have raised alarm among the security personnel.
4. it is commonsense that security personnel,s job is to look for the 'unusual' things. that they failed to sense the 'unusual' in these young people 'walking' to gain entry to these hotels itself is beyond comprehension.
and the behavior and reactions of our politicians are sickening and frustrating. even after all this, we have yet to hear a 'let us fight terror together' from these political leaders. probably our leaders have stooped so low in public's eyes that they are incapable of sensible thinking. that they think it fit to use even such tragic occurrence to derive political mileage is a confirmation of their having attained 'reasoning menopause'.
1. what are the recruitment procedures at these renowned hotels? were they followed at all?
2. obviously the credentials of these terrorists who managed to get the jobs at these hotels were not cross verified.
3. i still can't figure out how a few young people could get entry to these hotels walking. one would imagine that to get entry to these plush hotels, one would be expected to be either driven in a chauffeured vehicle or self-driven one. the fact that these young people were entering by foot itself should have raised alarm among the security personnel.
4. it is commonsense that security personnel,s job is to look for the 'unusual' things. that they failed to sense the 'unusual' in these young people 'walking' to gain entry to these hotels itself is beyond comprehension.
and the behavior and reactions of our politicians are sickening and frustrating. even after all this, we have yet to hear a 'let us fight terror together' from these political leaders. probably our leaders have stooped so low in public's eyes that they are incapable of sensible thinking. that they think it fit to use even such tragic occurrence to derive political mileage is a confirmation of their having attained 'reasoning menopause'.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Why I Want To write?
Why I Want To Write?
Writing is my passion. I simply love to write. Playing with words gives me immense satisfaction. I always find myself driven by an infinite desire to give expression to thoughts. Whenever I lay my hands on something to read, more than the content, I measure its worth by its language, the use of words and the command with which it was written. To me, the more one played with words, the more joy I derived reading it. I like to construct lengthy & complex sentences which has led my friends often to remark that they needed second reading to comprehend them. Of course, the primary aim of writing would be to hold the attention of the reader. Make him read every bit of what I have written. Nothing gives you greater joy than when you hear the readers say that they liked a particular section very much which in itself is proof that they have gone through every bit of it. When you make someone read the whole thing and not just in bits, that is when you really feel that it was worth the efforts. You only read something when you find it interesting – ‘content’ with its contents, or the flow of language, the powerful expressions. The quality of writing can be measured by the degree of ease with which the reader is able to immediately visualize the circumstances or the description. If you are describing a horror sequence in a rainy forest, the reader must feel the sequence or the picture as though he himself is experiencing it, making him feel as if he is watching it before his eyes – when in fact he is reading it. If you are able to create such an effect on the reader, then you have made it. I have read ‘The Godfather’, by Mario Puzo. The description of sequences & characters was amazingly awesome for it made you feel them. And when I saw the movie, it was even more stunning, because, the pictures I visualized while reading the novel were ‘picture-perfect’ in movie as well!! Capturing reader’s attention throughout & make him feel the atmosphere are the real challenges for a writer. This in fact is my ambition.
Writing is my passion. I simply love to write. Playing with words gives me immense satisfaction. I always find myself driven by an infinite desire to give expression to thoughts. Whenever I lay my hands on something to read, more than the content, I measure its worth by its language, the use of words and the command with which it was written. To me, the more one played with words, the more joy I derived reading it. I like to construct lengthy & complex sentences which has led my friends often to remark that they needed second reading to comprehend them. Of course, the primary aim of writing would be to hold the attention of the reader. Make him read every bit of what I have written. Nothing gives you greater joy than when you hear the readers say that they liked a particular section very much which in itself is proof that they have gone through every bit of it. When you make someone read the whole thing and not just in bits, that is when you really feel that it was worth the efforts. You only read something when you find it interesting – ‘content’ with its contents, or the flow of language, the powerful expressions. The quality of writing can be measured by the degree of ease with which the reader is able to immediately visualize the circumstances or the description. If you are describing a horror sequence in a rainy forest, the reader must feel the sequence or the picture as though he himself is experiencing it, making him feel as if he is watching it before his eyes – when in fact he is reading it. If you are able to create such an effect on the reader, then you have made it. I have read ‘The Godfather’, by Mario Puzo. The description of sequences & characters was amazingly awesome for it made you feel them. And when I saw the movie, it was even more stunning, because, the pictures I visualized while reading the novel were ‘picture-perfect’ in movie as well!! Capturing reader’s attention throughout & make him feel the atmosphere are the real challenges for a writer. This in fact is my ambition.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
VISIONARY STUFF
VISIONARY STUFF
“Hi! There, I said, I’ve something for you”. “Out with it”. I gave him a copy of my work. I hinted that it was an article intended to tickle a rib or two, if not rib-tickling! I also instructed him to tell me it tickled his.
I felt lonely. Very lonely. I began to journey up and down the available place in my smallish joint. Nine and a half steps of ten inch each about covered a journey up. A fraction too immaterial. Well, coming back to my being lonely, I really failed to account for it. I tried to remember if I had any matter requiring my attention so that I could disengage myself from loneliness. Washing clothes, not a bad idea. But then I had done it only a couple of weeks back! No sense in indulging in that. What a colossal waste of water that is becoming more and more scarce if I did. How about a letter homewards? Not enough matter to complete a line of ten words. Famine of incidents was so extreme that the beginning of the third sentence would turn out to be a repetition of the first one. Don’t ask me what the second sentence is. Alright, if you insist, I guess I should tell you: (for your ears only) I skipped the second line.
The feeling of loneliness began to loom large. It was when I was about to place my eighth step, for the sixth time when it flashed across my mind. Why not marry? I discontinued this pacing business. I jumped at the idea. Marriage! What a tremendous sense of relief this idea brought me. Joyous tears that I shed might have filled a reasonable spoon. I could already sense loneliness clicking its pointed heels. My logic tells me that it has to be pointed because otherwise how could it click as it trotted along the tiled floor? A new chapter in my life albeit in its infancy.
No longer do I have to go to the hotels where the repetitive sight of dished succeeded in half taking away my appetite. No more do I have to swallow the messy foods in the mess. With my (beautiful) wife around, I shall be relieved of these painful exercises. I need not have to contemplate over a morning coffee. Going down all the way to a god-forsaken place for a sip of coffee in the faint hope of cheering me up a bit is something that I would be anxious to skip at the slightest excuse. To have your wife is something that does not surely fall short of the slightest excuse I alluded to. (in fact, it would go way beyond). At this juncture, I feel rather compelled to drag you back to where I mentioned going down all the way. Here I must tell you that my room is perched on the final storey of the building. Now I am sure you are able to comprehend why I have mentioned going down all the way was one hell of a journey! While at it, I may as well tell you that the building where I stayed had only two floors including the ground floor! If this is not a case of digression, I wonder what else is. Let me dart back to where I had gone off the rails. Where was that? Oh! Yes, of course, what a sight it is to see your wife bringing a tremendously refreshing cup of coffee on your waking up. I take it that my wife will always beat me to the sun. won’t you, darling? Err! Don’t mistake me, I was only addressing my (imaginary) wife. Am I enjoying the life? It seems so beautiful: my helping her in her work, doing a bit of this and a piece of that. Looking back, I have had occasions to spend countless evenings by the river side enjoying the tranquil, sylvan atmoshphere, watching young couple exchanging words ecstatically, bursting occasionally into a hearty laugh. Now that I am richer in my belongings, I intend taking her out there by the riverside. We would sit at such place as would allow us to drench ankle high and talk , talk and talk. Coming to think of it, what is it that we would talk about? An imposing question indeed! I drew blank. I wished I had a Bertie Wooster to help me out. I still remember how exceptionally ingeniously he manipulated a hopeless case of Gussie-Fink-Nottle and Madelaine Bassette into a perfectly matching pair! I wished I had a Bertie kind with me. Again I was struck by an idea. Why, of course, I would talk about my efficient work at the branch. How I had tallied Pigmy Deposit balancing in first try itself. That I made OG 73 for Rs 10.99 and Rs 100.01 being interest earned on FDs when any other employee would most certainly be tempted to credit Rs 11 and Rs 100 should prove to be a pointer to the fact that how exceptionally accurate (or miserly) I am, I would tell her! How I intend to prove myself to be indispensable to the banking industry I would chart out before her. Oh! Dear, ain’t you listening to me? Sorry, it never occurred to me that I could be boring you, Cheer up, Darling! Don’t you remember that I made a promise that I would buy you a mink coat today? Hardly had I finished saying that before I found her in my arms. I hugged her. It was then that I was brought to surface. Whom was I hugging? To be appropriate, what was I hugging? I was trying to hug air!!.
Did it tickle your rib? I asked, “May be, your next work will”, he said!!!.
“Hi! There, I said, I’ve something for you”. “Out with it”. I gave him a copy of my work. I hinted that it was an article intended to tickle a rib or two, if not rib-tickling! I also instructed him to tell me it tickled his.
I felt lonely. Very lonely. I began to journey up and down the available place in my smallish joint. Nine and a half steps of ten inch each about covered a journey up. A fraction too immaterial. Well, coming back to my being lonely, I really failed to account for it. I tried to remember if I had any matter requiring my attention so that I could disengage myself from loneliness. Washing clothes, not a bad idea. But then I had done it only a couple of weeks back! No sense in indulging in that. What a colossal waste of water that is becoming more and more scarce if I did. How about a letter homewards? Not enough matter to complete a line of ten words. Famine of incidents was so extreme that the beginning of the third sentence would turn out to be a repetition of the first one. Don’t ask me what the second sentence is. Alright, if you insist, I guess I should tell you: (for your ears only) I skipped the second line.
The feeling of loneliness began to loom large. It was when I was about to place my eighth step, for the sixth time when it flashed across my mind. Why not marry? I discontinued this pacing business. I jumped at the idea. Marriage! What a tremendous sense of relief this idea brought me. Joyous tears that I shed might have filled a reasonable spoon. I could already sense loneliness clicking its pointed heels. My logic tells me that it has to be pointed because otherwise how could it click as it trotted along the tiled floor? A new chapter in my life albeit in its infancy.
No longer do I have to go to the hotels where the repetitive sight of dished succeeded in half taking away my appetite. No more do I have to swallow the messy foods in the mess. With my (beautiful) wife around, I shall be relieved of these painful exercises. I need not have to contemplate over a morning coffee. Going down all the way to a god-forsaken place for a sip of coffee in the faint hope of cheering me up a bit is something that I would be anxious to skip at the slightest excuse. To have your wife is something that does not surely fall short of the slightest excuse I alluded to. (in fact, it would go way beyond). At this juncture, I feel rather compelled to drag you back to where I mentioned going down all the way. Here I must tell you that my room is perched on the final storey of the building. Now I am sure you are able to comprehend why I have mentioned going down all the way was one hell of a journey! While at it, I may as well tell you that the building where I stayed had only two floors including the ground floor! If this is not a case of digression, I wonder what else is. Let me dart back to where I had gone off the rails. Where was that? Oh! Yes, of course, what a sight it is to see your wife bringing a tremendously refreshing cup of coffee on your waking up. I take it that my wife will always beat me to the sun. won’t you, darling? Err! Don’t mistake me, I was only addressing my (imaginary) wife. Am I enjoying the life? It seems so beautiful: my helping her in her work, doing a bit of this and a piece of that. Looking back, I have had occasions to spend countless evenings by the river side enjoying the tranquil, sylvan atmoshphere, watching young couple exchanging words ecstatically, bursting occasionally into a hearty laugh. Now that I am richer in my belongings, I intend taking her out there by the riverside. We would sit at such place as would allow us to drench ankle high and talk , talk and talk. Coming to think of it, what is it that we would talk about? An imposing question indeed! I drew blank. I wished I had a Bertie Wooster to help me out. I still remember how exceptionally ingeniously he manipulated a hopeless case of Gussie-Fink-Nottle and Madelaine Bassette into a perfectly matching pair! I wished I had a Bertie kind with me. Again I was struck by an idea. Why, of course, I would talk about my efficient work at the branch. How I had tallied Pigmy Deposit balancing in first try itself. That I made OG 73 for Rs 10.99 and Rs 100.01 being interest earned on FDs when any other employee would most certainly be tempted to credit Rs 11 and Rs 100 should prove to be a pointer to the fact that how exceptionally accurate (or miserly) I am, I would tell her! How I intend to prove myself to be indispensable to the banking industry I would chart out before her. Oh! Dear, ain’t you listening to me? Sorry, it never occurred to me that I could be boring you, Cheer up, Darling! Don’t you remember that I made a promise that I would buy you a mink coat today? Hardly had I finished saying that before I found her in my arms. I hugged her. It was then that I was brought to surface. Whom was I hugging? To be appropriate, what was I hugging? I was trying to hug air!!.
Did it tickle your rib? I asked, “May be, your next work will”, he said!!!.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
FUNNY & PUNNY - AND THEIR NEW CLEAR DEAL
Funny & Punny – And Their New Clear Deal
Funny & Punny were dilly-dallying over this deal for quite sometime now. Their minds were exploded by the confusion over the new deal. The funny side of it is that while the Funny side appear to have a clear idea about the all new clear deal and to them it was just another new clear deal, the Punny side didn’t quite agree. It is ‘one-too-many’ they hissed. You are wrong, Punny, it is just one-two-three, Funny countered. ‘one-to-three’, what nonsense is this, it is just one-to-one, you & me, alright, Punny snapped at Funny. Punny thought he gave the ‘right’ reply – which ‘left’ Funny fuming. And was about to explode. He held back. Look, let me put it this way: it is ‘one’ to me: ‘two’ to you & ‘three’ to ‘US’. Will that make you happy? But, stuttered Punny, “Swami wrote to me ‘1-to-3’ is a non-starter”, looking even more confused. Funny then put his hand around Punny’s back and said ever so politely, ‘let us stop beating (about the) ‘bush’, let me explain step-by-step, one-two-th.., Punny broke away from Funny not allowing Funny to complete and with an all-knowing wry smile writ large on his face, muttered between teeth: ‘how dare you teach me ‘abacus’. Abacus interruptus!
And the debate on the ‘new clear deal’ continued. The Funny side were clear in their mind that it was good for the country to go ahead with the new clear deal. While the Punny side ‘left’ everyone dazed by their tactics of having ‘left’ no stone unturned in their attempt to stall the ‘new clear deal’ which they were clear that Funny side are not so clear - their claim notwithstanding - about the whole thing called ‘new clear deal’. They thought there was more to it. Not just one, two and three! To them it was a myster(y)ee. Punny side were always ‘left’ thinking on how to get the Funny side to think right. It was just when the Punny side were indulging in yet another bout of tongue-lashing – only this time lashing their tongues at ‘fish’ during a lunch break – they can never stay away from it – during a marathon ‘camaraderie’ session to get a ‘clear’ vision on the ‘new clear deal’ that they thought little bit of ‘Rice’ would go well with the fish! Just as well, because ‘Rice’ & Fish’ together jell well. It was nice to see ‘rice’ walk along with ‘fish’ and help digest not just the ‘rice’, not just the ‘fish’, but along with ‘dal’ the whole ‘deal’. And every Man, Mohan & Singh are singing ‘Singh is King’. Now the (h)air is ‘clear’. Let us be ‘all clear’. Not just that. Let us be ‘head & shoulders’ above the rest. Let us beat the ‘beast’ in us and be the Best.
Funny & Punny were dilly-dallying over this deal for quite sometime now. Their minds were exploded by the confusion over the new deal. The funny side of it is that while the Funny side appear to have a clear idea about the all new clear deal and to them it was just another new clear deal, the Punny side didn’t quite agree. It is ‘one-too-many’ they hissed. You are wrong, Punny, it is just one-two-three, Funny countered. ‘one-to-three’, what nonsense is this, it is just one-to-one, you & me, alright, Punny snapped at Funny. Punny thought he gave the ‘right’ reply – which ‘left’ Funny fuming. And was about to explode. He held back. Look, let me put it this way: it is ‘one’ to me: ‘two’ to you & ‘three’ to ‘US’. Will that make you happy? But, stuttered Punny, “Swami wrote to me ‘1-to-3’ is a non-starter”, looking even more confused. Funny then put his hand around Punny’s back and said ever so politely, ‘let us stop beating (about the) ‘bush’, let me explain step-by-step, one-two-th.., Punny broke away from Funny not allowing Funny to complete and with an all-knowing wry smile writ large on his face, muttered between teeth: ‘how dare you teach me ‘abacus’. Abacus interruptus!
And the debate on the ‘new clear deal’ continued. The Funny side were clear in their mind that it was good for the country to go ahead with the new clear deal. While the Punny side ‘left’ everyone dazed by their tactics of having ‘left’ no stone unturned in their attempt to stall the ‘new clear deal’ which they were clear that Funny side are not so clear - their claim notwithstanding - about the whole thing called ‘new clear deal’. They thought there was more to it. Not just one, two and three! To them it was a myster(y)ee. Punny side were always ‘left’ thinking on how to get the Funny side to think right. It was just when the Punny side were indulging in yet another bout of tongue-lashing – only this time lashing their tongues at ‘fish’ during a lunch break – they can never stay away from it – during a marathon ‘camaraderie’ session to get a ‘clear’ vision on the ‘new clear deal’ that they thought little bit of ‘Rice’ would go well with the fish! Just as well, because ‘Rice’ & Fish’ together jell well. It was nice to see ‘rice’ walk along with ‘fish’ and help digest not just the ‘rice’, not just the ‘fish’, but along with ‘dal’ the whole ‘deal’. And every Man, Mohan & Singh are singing ‘Singh is King’. Now the (h)air is ‘clear’. Let us be ‘all clear’. Not just that. Let us be ‘head & shoulders’ above the rest. Let us beat the ‘beast’ in us and be the Best.
Friday, October 10, 2008
GRIN & BEAR IT
Grin & Bear It
It was after a lot of debate & discussion on whether we should go for ‘snow white or maroon’ that we finally opted for ‘maroon’ color for our car. Just as well, I sighed as I looked at my car. Someone staying at the top obviously got rid of the ‘pan’ from his mouth at jet speed. And my car parked below got ‘panwashed’. What if we had gone for ‘snowwhite’? The thought staggered me. And then I was seized by anger, anger at the fact that such stupid act of spitting is being done so matter-of-factly and shamelessly, anger at my helplessness at not being able to trace the culprit. Then my anger was overpowered by the power of these words: just grin & bear it!
I eased in to the traffic and found my self at an intersection. I was waiting for the green. A road divider was in place for about 50 meters to the ‘stop’ sign painted on the road. It is not always that you find such road dividers and so I was just inwardly praising the civil authorities for their work to ensure smooth flow of traffic. My thoughts were abruptly halted on seeing in the rear-view mirror a car coming from behind and suddenly cutting lane just before the divider and coming to a screeching halt outside the ‘road divider’! And another two-wheeler snaked ahead similarly. And another….within seconds, an equal number of vehicles were waiting for the green on both sides of the road divider!! And revving up the engine to beat the traffic. Well so much for traffic manners. Just grin & bear it.
On another day, I was traveling in a bus. My co-passenger was wired all over. He was in endless conversation – unmindful of the inconvenience he is causing to the other passengers. I began contemplating that just as there is a ban on smoking at public places, there should be a total ban on speaking endlessly and loudly over mobile in public places. One would understand the need of an urgent call. But when one is indulging in endless chatting, with total disregard to the discomfort caused as a result to others, it makes sense to put an end to such nonsense. The IQ* is very high particularly when you are traveling, watching a movie in a theatre where you simply can not get away from the place. The thought of introducing a restrictive clause in the usage of mobile evaporated just as quickly because the ‘concern’ for the person next to you is not his ‘concern’. Just grin & bear it. *Inconvenience Quotient
Why blame politicians alone for being ‘opportunistic’. All of us are, in one way or the other. Go to a railway station. Even as the train is entering the platform, you see people running, pushing and shoving one another in their attempt to get in to the train. One can understand if you are boarding an unreserved coach. If you have a confirmed ticket, why should you indulge in all this ‘elbowing’ activity? If you think you would be spared of these if you are traveling by air, perish the thought. Here too, you see people rushing to get on board. Even when you are lined up, you find people extremely fidgety & twitchy, turning around frequently, craning their necks over the shoulder of the person in front, suddenly bending awkwardly throwing the persons off-balance. But the only comfort is that the degree of discomfort is slightly less. It beats me whether we are incapable of reining in such ill-mannered behavior. All this reminds me of the childhood play where on sighting the other, you would simply shout ‘statue’ and he would stop in his tracks and stand like a ‘statue’ in whatever position he is in. I feel like doing it now when I see such mindless rush. But then all I can do is just grin & bear it.
It was after a lot of debate & discussion on whether we should go for ‘snow white or maroon’ that we finally opted for ‘maroon’ color for our car. Just as well, I sighed as I looked at my car. Someone staying at the top obviously got rid of the ‘pan’ from his mouth at jet speed. And my car parked below got ‘panwashed’. What if we had gone for ‘snowwhite’? The thought staggered me. And then I was seized by anger, anger at the fact that such stupid act of spitting is being done so matter-of-factly and shamelessly, anger at my helplessness at not being able to trace the culprit. Then my anger was overpowered by the power of these words: just grin & bear it!
I eased in to the traffic and found my self at an intersection. I was waiting for the green. A road divider was in place for about 50 meters to the ‘stop’ sign painted on the road. It is not always that you find such road dividers and so I was just inwardly praising the civil authorities for their work to ensure smooth flow of traffic. My thoughts were abruptly halted on seeing in the rear-view mirror a car coming from behind and suddenly cutting lane just before the divider and coming to a screeching halt outside the ‘road divider’! And another two-wheeler snaked ahead similarly. And another….within seconds, an equal number of vehicles were waiting for the green on both sides of the road divider!! And revving up the engine to beat the traffic. Well so much for traffic manners. Just grin & bear it.
On another day, I was traveling in a bus. My co-passenger was wired all over. He was in endless conversation – unmindful of the inconvenience he is causing to the other passengers. I began contemplating that just as there is a ban on smoking at public places, there should be a total ban on speaking endlessly and loudly over mobile in public places. One would understand the need of an urgent call. But when one is indulging in endless chatting, with total disregard to the discomfort caused as a result to others, it makes sense to put an end to such nonsense. The IQ* is very high particularly when you are traveling, watching a movie in a theatre where you simply can not get away from the place. The thought of introducing a restrictive clause in the usage of mobile evaporated just as quickly because the ‘concern’ for the person next to you is not his ‘concern’. Just grin & bear it. *Inconvenience Quotient
Why blame politicians alone for being ‘opportunistic’. All of us are, in one way or the other. Go to a railway station. Even as the train is entering the platform, you see people running, pushing and shoving one another in their attempt to get in to the train. One can understand if you are boarding an unreserved coach. If you have a confirmed ticket, why should you indulge in all this ‘elbowing’ activity? If you think you would be spared of these if you are traveling by air, perish the thought. Here too, you see people rushing to get on board. Even when you are lined up, you find people extremely fidgety & twitchy, turning around frequently, craning their necks over the shoulder of the person in front, suddenly bending awkwardly throwing the persons off-balance. But the only comfort is that the degree of discomfort is slightly less. It beats me whether we are incapable of reining in such ill-mannered behavior. All this reminds me of the childhood play where on sighting the other, you would simply shout ‘statue’ and he would stop in his tracks and stand like a ‘statue’ in whatever position he is in. I feel like doing it now when I see such mindless rush. But then all I can do is just grin & bear it.
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