More than 100 people have been killed in today's blasts in Mumbai. The financial capital of India. The strikes have been at the most affluent areas of Mumbai. If the government can't protect such areas, how can it protect less affluent and the remotest areas. What would happen if terrorists attack a small software office in Koramangala? None of the offices have the required security to defend themselves. And an average office will house at least 50 workers!
What if a terrost attack a small village in Andhra Pradesh?
What if a terrost attack a school in Orissa?
What if a terrost attack a BMTC bus in Bangalore?
I doubt anybody will even notice if the bombs have been planted in these areas. The world will know only when the bomb blasts.
Damn! I really feel insecure living in this country now.
Why don't the government stop doing everything it is doing and protect its citizens? What is of more important than life?
Fuck the politicians and their parties. Bastards. They are useless.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wacky Vakow.com
- ChaNdaN Ki Khushbu Resham Ka Haar, SawaN ki ...
- Everybody want friend sum1 special sum1 nice sum1 ...
- 1 ladki ne coin dalke apna vajan dekha ...
- 1 bar jaan mangkar dekho, 1 bar yaad ...
- Rose is famous 4 Grace... Advocate is famous ...
That's the " Most Forwarded this Week" list of messages in vakow.com. A India centric micro blogging site. On the other hand this is what Twitter's public time line looks like:
- I would hardly know - it's been a couple of years since my last indie gig!
- suddenly, waiting room is flurry of activity.
- Relaxing and chilling with on my relaxy site: http://www.thecoronabeach.com/
- @patphelan Where are you? I'm always behind the times...
A micro-blogging site like this is only useful i its subscribers are using it for some real need or utility. Jokes won't take it any further. People will find different means to entertain themselves if they don't have vakow.com.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Smoking ban
Its been 10 days since the new smoking ban came in to effect. Has it make any difference? Absolutely not. You can see smokers happily smoking everywhere as they were earlier. Where is the police to oversee the ban? There is absolutely no difference to smokers.
When India doesn't have sufficient police to control terrorism this man has introduced smoking ban.
This man Anbumani Ramadoss is talking about controlling alcohol now. bah!@#$%^&*() What's wrong with him? Someone put some sense in to this man. He is trying to act like a big moral police who wants to clean up the country on his own. We need sensible policies.
When India doesn't have sufficient police to control terrorism this man has introduced smoking ban.
This man Anbumani Ramadoss is talking about controlling alcohol now. bah!@#$%^&*() What's wrong with him? Someone put some sense in to this man. He is trying to act like a big moral police who wants to clean up the country on his own. We need sensible policies.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tax paying patterns of Indians
I am not sure if this is only Indians or others too follow this.
At the start of the year when I had to submit my tax plan to the accounts team, I said I'll invest the maximum amount possible and submitted my plan. Now at the end the year, I haven't met that plan. As a result I am having to pay huge amounts of tax in the last few months just before the closing of the financial year. This is a huge pinch on my monthly financial commitments. While I was doing this some of close friends disclosed even they are having to pay big tax. I just did a bit of probing and figured 98% of my friends are undergoing this same pattern. Very few people have met their financial goal that they set for themselves 9-10 months earlier.
I wonder what's wrong with us? All of us are well educated and do enormous amount of planning in our projects and we even succeed in that planning. Still being employed is a proof that success. But when it comes to our own planning why are we failing so miserably?
At the start of the year when I had to submit my tax plan to the accounts team, I said I'll invest the maximum amount possible and submitted my plan. Now at the end the year, I haven't met that plan. As a result I am having to pay huge amounts of tax in the last few months just before the closing of the financial year. This is a huge pinch on my monthly financial commitments. While I was doing this some of close friends disclosed even they are having to pay big tax. I just did a bit of probing and figured 98% of my friends are undergoing this same pattern. Very few people have met their financial goal that they set for themselves 9-10 months earlier.
I wonder what's wrong with us? All of us are well educated and do enormous amount of planning in our projects and we even succeed in that planning. Still being employed is a proof that success. But when it comes to our own planning why are we failing so miserably?
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Story: Two Choices
A little friend of mine forwarded this story. Instead of forwarding I chose to post it here.
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> Two Choices
>
> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,
> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the
> same choice?
>
> At a fund raising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled
> children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would
> never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and
> its dedicated staff, he offered a question: 'When not interfered with by
> outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet
> my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot
> understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of
> things in my son?'
>
> The audience was stilled by the query.
>
> The father continued. 'I believe, that when a child like Shay, physically
> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people
> treat that child.'
>
> Then he told the following story:
>
> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were
> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's
> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on
> their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed
> to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some
> confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
>
> Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not
> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance
> and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning.
> I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the
> ninth inning.'
>
> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a
> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in
> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In
> the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was
> still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a
> glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he
> was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning
> from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom
> of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the
> bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was
> scheduled to be next at bat.
>
> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win
> the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit
> was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat
> properly, much less connect with the ball.
>
> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that
> the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life,
> moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least
> make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
> The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly
> towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow
> ground ball right back to the pitcher.
>
> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have
> been out and that would have been the end of the game.
>
> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head,
> out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams
> started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had
> Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down
> the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
>
> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath,
> Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to
> the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder
> had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first
> chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the
> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so
> he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the
> third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the
> runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
>
> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
>
> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by
> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
> Shay, run to third!'
>
> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were
> on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home,
> stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam
> and won the game for his team.
>
> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,
> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity
> into this world'.
>
> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home
> and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
-------------
> Two Choices
>
> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line,
> there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the
> same choice?
>
> At a fund raising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled
> children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would
> never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and
> its dedicated staff, he offered a question: 'When not interfered with by
> outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet
> my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot
> understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of
> things in my son?'
>
> The audience was stilled by the query.
>
> The father continued. 'I believe, that when a child like Shay, physically
> and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize
> true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people
> treat that child.'
>
> Then he told the following story:
>
> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were
> playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's
> father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on
> their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed
> to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some
> confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
>
> Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not
> expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance
> and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning.
> I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the
> ninth inning.'
>
> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a
> team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in
> his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In
> the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was
> still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a
> glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he
> was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning
> from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom
> of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the
> bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was
> scheduled to be next at bat.
>
> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win
> the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit
> was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat
> properly, much less connect with the ball.
>
> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that
> the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life,
> moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least
> make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
> The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly
> towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow
> ground ball right back to the pitcher.
>
> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
> could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have
> been out and that would have been the end of the game.
>
> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head,
> out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams
> started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had
> Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down
> the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
>
> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath,
> Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to
> the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder
> had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first
> chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the
> second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so
> he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the
> third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the
> runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
>
> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
>
> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by
> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
> Shay, run to third!'
>
> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were
> on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home,
> stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam
> and won the game for his team.
>
> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,
> 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity
> into this world'.
>
> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
> forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home
> and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
PlayPumps
Extract drinking water from underground while kids are playing. Superb idea.
http://www.playpumps.org/
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