Political conflict

I as a citizen of this country am confused. On one end, when I complain about the state of affairs, I am asked do you vote? And I say – No. Then I am asked, then you have no right to complain. I agree.

But my system asks who do I vote for? I have to spend hours following or reading or researching for a better man/woman or choose lesser of the evils from all the candidates there are. Or even better vote for the candidate who will work in my interest. I don’t know. I am not interested in politics. I sit on my elite cushion and bitch about the world and our government where as I do no shit about it except my drawing conversation. Does that mean I don’t care? Or let’s say , care enough? Does that mean I have no right to complain. Some will say yes. Maybe till something profound comes and hits on my face… I will not know or answer. Only there are some many like me the educated, empowered class who complains about a corrupt government but sits on their ass. Some level, we are the one who have created this government.

Another big confusion I have is this  Modi game – people revering a man who has caused state sponspored killings and massacres. The justification we get for the same is:

- Congress has done it. The sikh riots . They need to be brought to account. Agreed. But there needs to be  a beginning from somewhere. Right?

- He is doing so much good to the state… what is past is past. Atleast , there is development and no corruption. Is that a solace for a mas murderer.

- Some say, the circumstances were such. It was needed. Hindu’s were getting harassed. There were colonies where one could not enter… not even the cops. Isn’t that a law and order failure in a state.

The problem is in such cases.. its the innocent and the women and children who get killed. The ones at fault on both ends go free any which way. What was it – to say you did it and I am now showing you I can do it too… That’s an action of a goon and not a chief minister of a state.

 

All I say is we are constantly justifying murder and killings for some reason or the other. That’s what the terrorists also do. Our judgement is based on the fact which side are we on. Are we getting hurt in the process or it is benefitting us. Is it taking care of our fears and causing fear in us. It is all a cause an effect game and we will all face the consequences for the damage we are causing in the process.

 

Most say – for get what happened, look at the good. But if we forget the past, it will re occur in the future. Some may want it to re occur. My question is – SHOULD WE FORGET OR FORGIVE WHEN THERE IS NO ACKNOWLEGEMENT OR APOLOGY OF WHATS DONE?

 

- Quay.

 

 

‘Surprise’ Chauffer

Woman Taxi Driver

Woman Taxi Driver

Me and P reach bombay airport at 9:00 pm in the night. As we walk out to get a cab to respective destinations, we find ourselves stuck in front of a super slow = ‘snail-pace’ moving queue in front of  Merucabs. Here we are wondering what the hell… It would take us a forever to get a cab.

P came up with the bright idea of using some phone booths to book a cab the last time she was visiting. I went hunting for them in full suspect. I am not the most comfortable taking unknown cab companies in the night…. But then we are in bombay and bombay is safe at most times.

Here I find myself standing in front of 3 phones… each with a name and number. I pick the one called ‘Priyadarshini’. It connects automatically and in 3 quick seconds there is a female voice on the other end asking me about my whereabouts and where I wanted to go. She takes my number… and the minute I hang up , I get a call confirming – a cab waiting outside the airport for us.

Great ! Me and P jump…. take our stuff and go out… We follow the indicators for Priyadarshini cab service and others. As we stand amongst the sea of frustrated travellers waiting for their MERU /EASY Cabs… we get another call…A lady asked us where we are…based on our location she asks us to turn around… and lo! behold. Right there is the cab…  and there is a WOMAN chauffer waiting for us. She collects our bags… puts them in the car and got in the seat to drive. It took my 10 secs to get the hang of it… a WOMAN Taxi driver.. That is my FIRST.

More shocked than us were the people around. They watch us get into a woman driven taxi and take off while they waited for their MERU’s to come.

I could not get over it. Nor could P. We are completely smitten. I digged in to find out she has been driving for the past 4 years. It is a taxi service for women and disabled people run by an NGO. Our driver liked driving… was not worried about driving in the night ( But then u are not in Delhi). 4 years and I had no idea of  this service. …. super WOW.

I could not get over it through the journey… I kept on ranting about it till H’s house and she eventually told me to shut up. H living in bombay had no clue of this. They need to be talked about and marketed and what not.

An indication of our enthu —– P promptly booked us with them on our way back to the airport too!!!!!.

And I wish more people use their service.

- Quay !

The ‘ugly’ city.

U can wear anything, this city sucks for women.

U can wear anything, this city sucks for women.

I step out from office  around 7:30 pm in the evening. Unfortunately I did not have my car that day and I decided to walk across the road and take an auto. Dusk had just set in and there was no lights on the streets. I waited for a Delhi auto man, who would be kind enough to take me my destination. In Delhi, the auto wala’s don’t need you, u need the auto wala’s . If they are in a nice mood or like you the possibility is that they might haggle less than usual and actually take you to your destination in the shortest time possible.

Anyway, back to my point….( ranting about the Delhi auto guys would be another story completely) , I waited for an auto. I was also the only one on the road with cars, buses zipping by. Fnally I had the pleasure of a car and an auto stopping simultaneously. ( when god gives, he pours… But with a sadistic sense of humor of course). My choice was either the auto and the price he was asking or the 3 ugly looking men in a car.. who had rolled down there windows and were waiting patiently to see if I take the auto ot not. I had not felt more threatened in my life  for a while. A single girl, an empty stretch… 3 boys in a dinchak music blaring car …blatantly watching and waiting right next to the auto. I for the first time in my life did not haggle with the damn auto guy, went along with his obnoxious pricing.. Just so that I could get away as fast as I could from the white car. The minute we left, they moved ahead… I had a sick feeling in my stomach. Every bit if me felt threatened. I kept checking for half a distance if I was being followed or not. All of this in the prime south Delhi location and in the evening.

I faced it after a long time as I usually have my car or someone drops me etc. But what about the women who travel everyday… Just doing office and home and using public transport. Why are we treated as such free propertied that anyone can touch, feel or attempt anything at their will. Like women are they toys given to mankind as a gift to play with. No wonder when women travel to this city from a bombay or other countries , they cringe.

I remember how crazy it was when I was in college and had to take the local transport to college everyday. After a point , we had to become numb to the looks, leers and the brushes of the men traveling along with us. U ignore them and carry on. There was no other way to survive the city and venture out.

On top of this , instead of making the city safe, the officials that is the police and people around say – don’t go out after 11 in the night. I want to say- Mr. Policeman, make it safe for the day time office going woman to begin with … Then we will talk about the late evenings. Instead of telling the women to venture out, why don’t you do something to safeguard the city for the women. They constitute a little less than half of the population.

- quay

Anyway, back to my point….( ranting about the Delhi auto guys would be another story completely) , I waited for an auto. I was also the only one on the road withi cars, buses zipping by. Fnally I had the pleasure of a car and an auto stopping simultaneously. ( when god gives, he pours… But with a sadistic sense of humor of course). My choice was either the auto and the priced he was asking or the 3 ugly looking men in a car.. Who had rolled down there windows and were waiting to see if I take the auto ot not. I had not felt more threatened in my life  for a while. A single girl, an empty stretch… 3 boys in a dinchak music blaring car …blatantly watching and waiting right next to the auto. I for the first time in my life did not haggle with the damn auto guy. Went along with his obnoxious pricing.. Just so that I got get away as fast as I could from the White car. The minute we left, they moved ahead… I had a sick feeling in my stomach. Every bit if me felt threatened. I kept checking for half a distance if I was being followed or not. All of this in the prime south Delhi location and in the evening.
I faced it after a long time as I usually have my car or someone drops me etc. But what about the women who travel everyday… Just doing office and home and using public transport. Why are we treated as such free propertied that anyone can touch, feel or attempt anything at their will. Like women are they toys given to mankind as a gift to play with. No wonder when women travel to this city from a bombay or other countries , they cringe.
I remember how crazy it was when I was in college and had to take the local transport to
College everyday. After a point , we had to become numb to the looks, leers and the brushes of the men traveling along with us. U ignore them and carry on. There was no other way to survive the city and venture out.
On top of this , instead of making the city safe, the officials that is the police and people around say – don’t go out after 11 in the night. I want to say- Mr. Policeman, make It safe for the day time office going woman to begin with … Then we will talk about the late evenings. Instead of telling the women to venture out, why don’t you do something to safeguard the city for the women. They constitute a little less than half of the population.

Meet the perfect ‘hunk’.

Javier Bardem

Javier Bardem

I have travelled and travelled and never never ever in my life met a man like Javier Bardem in any of my travels.

Good looking, charming, sensitive, adventurous all rolled into one. WoW!!!! Where  the hell does this happen. Only in the movies … I guess.

As I sat cribbing about it, my husband goes… he is also romancing Julia Roberts and she is pretty hot herself. Ahaa…. Well !!! True.

Then there was another one.

R met her man on an airport and then they were both on the same flight, seating next to each other. Good looking guy, single, doing well in life. And this one is not even a fairy tale.

And here are we, I always seem to attract mother’s with wailing kids. I have to smile at them else they will scream in my ear. Another kind I attract is elderly couple. Once I got a guy, geek engineer, who insisted how I should go to devon street once I land in chicago. Why? Devon street is mini India. Now why would I in the world want to go to mini India in chicago when I am traveling from India. Think I killed him with eye darts and watched 5 movies straight to avoid any further conversations.

So, where were we? No cute men when we travel….. Blame it on past karma.

:)

Me ain’t  no Julia Roberts!!!!

Making eavesdropping a blogtime.

I came across this one while stumbling. The man has made an entertainment out of having to live with two girls on the floor above and the racket they create.

I dont know if the below piece of work, is out of entertainment, amusement or pure outright frustration. He is creative I must say. I like the theme, the letters, I would keep coming back to this one.

Dear girls above me

- Have fun.

Women, bring on the earthquakes!

Now this is a new one. I have heard, read stories of all kinds and nature where women led men astray…..what could the poor little man do. He has his mind and control in his pants and these women… sheeshh!!!

Now even God cannot resist  but take a peep at the scantily dressed women. And mother nature (technically referred as  a ‘she’) has turned lesbian. She unleases her unbridled sexual urges in the form of  earthquakes today, tomorrow it would be tornadoes and god knows what day after….(Hmmm… I like the tornadoes part I think!! Fits a little better)

Completely logical. I wonder how much time, currently a cleric, spends in conjuring such insights. I would love to get my hands on some detailed research he may have done in this case. Very very insightful !!! It would provide far greater entertainment and amusement then the ‘saas-bhau’ serials we get to watch on TV.

An article from BBC:

Women shake the world.

Cheers!!!!!

Puppies day!

playing ... love and affection.

playing ... love and affection.

chewing on cardboard!

chewing on cardboard!

Phew !!!!!

I finally got around it. I  spent most of day before night and the next day fretting over 5 pups. They also made me and more significantly, M, go up and down 3 floors (I live on the third floor) at least 15 times and a scary visit to the vets with one of the them.

<Flashback>

I have this street bitch who decided to ‘adopt us’ for food about a month back. She would look at you with ‘ the prettiest eyes’ one can have and u meltttt and out pops a bowl of milk, eggs and bread. Very very effective!!! She uses her assets well. :-)

She even got herself named  ’lotto’ by us, ‘ginger’ by the floor below and ‘doggie’ by another set of neighbors. And the icing to the cake – she was pregnant…… ooppppsss!!!

Like a friend K said (on hearing the news): whoa! that’s too soon for you.

(wow… thanks!!!)

So lotto has a fondness for terraces… one night in full howling and ignoring food, she delivered on the adjacent terrace.. and came back after full 2 days for FOOD and more FOOD!

For a good 2-3 weeks she had her pups tucked under the water tank to ‘beat the cold weather’ and would do her rounds of going to each household at precise eating times – 3 times a day at least.

The pups, now almost 3 weeks old decided to be adventurous in checking their surrounding and ended up coming to the edge of the stairs and then yelped their brains out in complete fright of unknown territory and the height which lay before them.

The first time, two black fuzz balls rolled down two steps and woke up the neighborhood with  their plea for safety. This too at 7 in the morning. After much debate and a bit of fight with one of the neighbours they were put back with the mother and the rest of the pups on the terrace instead of being banished to the ground floor.

A similar routine followed the second time. The third time, we had to decide what to do.. so, against our best opinions, we put them in cartons and moved them downstairs. All night went in checking on them… added more newspapers, how they are adjusting to the new place… hope they are not being attacked by other street dogs. I think between me, m and our neighbours, we must have done 10 rounds.. Up and down… up and down.

By morning, they are again at the bottom of stairs  and the mother trying to ‘train’ them to climb up. This time on our side of the building.

And we instead of not interfering with mother nature and her ways, promptly picked all 5 pups and stationed them on the terrace, in the sun… the difference was our terrace door could shut properly… so no escape.

So, proud we were of our decision and of providing a nice warm spot for them, we let the mother in and out guarding the door. At one momentary lapse of action, we left the door open and one little pup landed at the railing.

Next, we heard a thud and howling. One of the pups had fallen 10 feet to our floor, right at the door. This is when god says ‘ don’t mess with the ways of nature’ and we had intervened.

We literally died. Thankfully a quick trip to the vet, an anti shock and a check up of all bones intact ensured the pup was fine…. just quite because of the shock of falling.

In our paranoid state, all evening we set a  routine for us:  every 20 mins – go to terrace, open the door, let the mom in or out, close it.  We tried to train the mom with biscuits to come in from the other terrace and jump over the wall, so we can keep the door permanently shut… but to no avail. We decided the pups would have to go to the ground floor, we can’t take care of them.

Just when we had given up hope of letting them live safely on the terrace till they a bit older, the head  popped a blue bench lying in the terrace. We used it to block the door, so that the pups can’t go over and out and the mom can jump over and access the pups and the world.

I felt the head lighten a little of the pressure and stress it was under the whole day. A few more days and we would have to let them go.

Right now, it’s a pleasure to watch them play and try to bite your socks off !!!!!!!

-Day done… exhausted and going to turn in.

Everybody is talking about TED

There is such a buzz around the upcoming TED conference happening in Mysore this year.

There are people coming from all over the world. There are posting on various speakers and talks on facebook, on my alumni network, etc etc.

From all looks of it, I can say it would be very very exciting.

Below is a little clipping of David Gallo on the underwater creatures. Some of the creatures are beyond comprehension, some versions of the same can be seem in the ‘pirates of the caribbean’ or ‘the lord of the rings’.

Enjoy,

- Que.