The Saga Of Life

We say that our government is inefficient. We say that our laws are too old. We say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage. We say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke, The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination. We say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits. We say, say and say.. What do WE do about it? Take a person on his way to Singapore . Give him a name - YOURS. Give him a face - YOURS. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best. In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores. YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are. In Singapore you don't say anything, DO WE? WE would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange in London to, 'see to it that my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else.' WE would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop,'J

It's my blog's Paper Anniversary! Yet another year into the democratic way of life! India turns 62 (the new prescribed age for retirement). Well there has not been much change in the way of life. Things looked little disciplined in between but then "Yeh Hai Hindustan Meri Jaan!!!" So some questions that still remain unanswered are as follows: Why is the media here so negative? Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements? We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse acknowledge them--- Why? We are the first in milk production. We are number one in Remote sensing satellites. We are the second largest producer of wheat. We are the second largest producer of rice. Look at Dr. Sudarshan , he has transferred the tribal village into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit. There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters. In India we on

It has been a long time since I have visited my own blog. Now you might be wondering as to what kept me away for long?(even if you are not!) The Gentlemen have really become so gentle that they have left me with no chance to criticize their habitual action of getting into the Ladies Compartment !But this time something of such a kind happened that brought me back to pen down my thoughts. I was returning by the 5:00 PM local from Hi-Tech city.The ladies compartment was a bit crowded but then I managed to find a place.A grandpa and grandson were sitting before me. This little guy reminded me of Ishant Awasthi from TZP. I was gazing at him only wondering that if Amir Khan would have seen him, he would have the preference. I just wanted to talk to him (felt like)! I initiated the conversation asking his name.He replied Akash.Then I asked him about his school. He told me the name but that din't sound familiar to me.So I kept quiet. Then his grandpa told me that he lived in Delhi and h

However, when I gave this incident a deeper thought, I grew restless. Was it true that this would once again prove to be only a way of corruption? Would this be helpful to people who would be running helter-skelter in need of blood? Would this really be given to the depressed who can never afford to buy it from a blood bank ? The two minutes I was giving blood seemed to be the best minutes of my life when I decided that I would be doing this every year. But this just lasted for a limited time. I do not know if this would take the form I envisioned but I just wish it turns out be against the people’s thought. There were many of my friends who could not do it, leave aside the other reasons. Many of them dropped just because their parents said a “NO”. I whole-heartedly wish that there comes a day, when people pour out to do something for a good cause, for the welfare of others. It’s true that some things never change!!! Whether it be, the beggars in the local, the songs sung by the little

It started with the common argument “Why on earth came the necessity to donate your blood ?” Then started the reasoning session. They said, "Students should not do such things. This is the age to study and work hard. If you donate blood , you will become weak. Then who will be responsible for your ill health". Others said – elderly people like us can donate blood, as we have no work to do. Moreover, we have tax exemption if we donate blood. The grin on that face made my blood pressure goes high. Before I could speak, they started again, “this is the josh of your youth! Therefore, you keep doing such things. You might be feeling that your blood will be useful to someone else. But let me tell you that they will sell it for a price and it’s just a bogus thing!” That statement shook me out of my slumber. India - a place where people used to give a life for other’s has reached on the verge of calling this humanity a bogus thing, a fraud! People have become so selfish that peo

It was after a long time that I was travelling by train. Things were the same. To start with there were the similar faces, the same breaking of the rule “Don’t get into the ladies compartment”, even the same beggars! I wondered how some things never changed… I was returning home after a great deal of satisfaction and enthusiasm. The reason- I had donated blood for the very first time!. I felt proud for being a ' Universal Donor '. The camp was conducted keeping in view the approaching International Women’s Day , by the Lion’s Club . I could feel the spirit of being a woman in a practical sense. All my friends had a large number of suggestions and conclusions debited in my mind. Some of them proved to be quite true. However, the feeling of helping someone surpassed my weakness and pains. I reached home very excited after the 40minute journey. My excitement withered away as I heard the arguments put forth by my people, when I told them about my blood donation.