Tuesday, December 14, 2010

A day...



Again it happened!!!…..
I was on my way back from office, winding up a tiring day, silently wishing if I could jump straight to my bed without the hurdles of bus journey...But I had to keep in heart Robert Froast's famous lines “ miles to go before I sleep and miles to go before I sleep” (literally)…

Coming back to my bus journey....

Somehow, I managed to get a window seat, which was obviously a perfect mix of luck n luxury in that crowded bus... After taking the ticket, as a part of my travelling routine, I took a book and started reading...pages flipped and the cool breeze made me plunge deeply into the world of words ... Suddenly, the bus screeched to a halt … (some auto rickshaw driver tried to imitate Schumacher, I guess…)and there was loud shouting from all sides...In the earlier days I used to get shocked seeing and hearing all this… but now my shocks been reduced to boring glances as this also frames into my traveling routine… :) After a few loud harsh comments from some passengers and rickshaw driver, bus started moving slowly...I glanced outside and regained my reading posture,but this time I felt something wrong and all of a sudden a bulb flashed…I missed my stop and have crossed almost 3 stops ahead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

P.S I reached my room safe around 9 (usually 7) and I am now banned from taking any books while going to office…

Thursday, December 2, 2010

A loud knock...

Hi ,


I used to get 'n' number of forward mails...But some mails are too good that I cant even think of deleting it...This is one among my favorite ones which made me nod my head to each and every single word...

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In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question:

'What kind of man are you looking for?'

She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye & asking, 'Do you really want to know?'

Reluctantly, he said, 'Yes.



She began to expound, ' As a woman in this day & age,
I am in a position to ask a man what can you do for me that I can't do for myself?

I pay my own bills.
I take care of my household without the help of any man...
or woman for that matter.

I am in the position to ask, 'What can you bring to the table?'

The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.

She quickly corrected his thought & stated, ' I am not referring to money.
I need something more.
I need a man who is striving for excellence in every aspect of life.

He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, & asked her to explain.

She said, 'I need someone who is striving for excellence mentally because I need conversation & mental stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded man.

I need someone who is striving for excellence spiritually because I don't need to be unequally yoked...believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster.

I need a man who is striving for excellence financially because I don't need a financial burden.

I need someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded.

I need someone who has integrity in dealing with relationships. Lies and game-playing are not my idea of a strong man.

I need a man who is family-oriented. One who can be the leader, priest and provider to the lives entrusted to him by God.

I need someone whom I can respect... In order to be submissive, I must respect him.

I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive...he just has to be worthy.

And by the way, I am not looking for him...He will find me.
He will recognize himself in me.
Hey may not be able to explain the connection, but he will always be drawn to me.
God made woman to be a help-mate for man. I can't help a man if he can't help himself.

When she finished her spill, she looked at him.

He sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He said, 'You are asking a lot.

She replied, "I'm worth a lot".
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Today, I heard some of my colleagues discussing and sharing their real experience on dowry system ...I really felt pity for those girls and existing social norms that force families to give money for their daughter's wedding...

We usually tend to associate these kind of money trade as an issue concerning the lower class and lower middle class people...I don't want to discuss there stand... many a times they do that because of the lack of options and the social frame work which turned them as pure victims...

But, how can we accept the attitude of financially well settled people who consider dowry as a status symbol??
Once ,one of my relative boasted proudly that they have given 40 lakhs as dowry for their daughter's wedding to get a doctor as her husband...and asked my parents how much they will give for my groom..I was so irritated and shocked to hear that...I felt like shouting at him for considering such a social injustice as a status symbol..before I could say anything,my dad said ,"I won't give anyone money for marrying my daughter, I am damn sure that she is not that worthless that I have to pay a guy money to take her"...I felt so proud of my parents and later we all had a big time laugh mocking the pathetic look on that joker's face and how he winded up the conversation and left quickly...

This rotten system will ends only when the family start respecting their daughter's identity ....and when the society stop considering marriage as a relationship to make quick money!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Monday, November 29, 2010

A Day...

Even the computer teaches us the rule of life...

" Click Control+Alt+Delete to begin"

But we never see it....

Saturday, November 27, 2010

A Day...



I usually enjoy my "not so frequent" irresponsibility and the small troubles caused by this stupid nature...it makes me more alert and quick in finding a way out ;)...I am sure that all of my friends will definitely have one or more stories,if you ask them about my careless nature and how well I managed to get out of it ..But sometimes my tricks won't work...

Breaking my specs is not a new incident...But this time I have gone to such an extent of washing it with my bed sheet and what remained was exactly 4 pieces of my frame less favorite specs...I was so sad for one day,thinking that I have to spend 1000 bugs for buying a new one and that too in this month-end time!!!:( Even repairing the old one will little bit "difficult" because every time that repairing guy used to ask me how I break the specs in such odd ways each time!!!So this time how will I take this 4 pieces and ask him to repair it?! :(

Then, for the time being I decided to wear my colored lenses for few days...which i secretly adore for giving me, my best looks...As any one could guess i soon forget about repairing my old specs or buying a new one...I was continuously using my lens from morning 8 to night 11...(ie 15 hours a day when i was supposed to use only 9 hours!!)
One fine morning I got up to see my eyes little bit red but as i forgot to replace the broken specs I had no other option other than to wear my lens...I promised myself that I will surely go n buy a new specs in the evening after the office...but u know,evening I forgot the whole story about my eyes though irritation was there and had a nice time with my friends having my favorite chocolate brownies and bread pakodas...Only at night, after my dinner, when i felt sleepy i thought of my lens!!!


One more disastrous late revelation...

Now ,I m sitting here,with a little bit reddish eye and waiting for this nice Sunday to pass...




P.S : Still i haven't got a new specs and hopefully I ll be fine by Monday morning to wear my lens again(As per the doctor it is good to wear lens if you are using it upto 10 hours..:))..I will get my new specs only by Monday evening or Tuesday..:)

Friday, November 26, 2010

A Day...


When you are full with a chicken burger n a heavy black forest cake, the next thing that comes to your mind or heart never will be to sit in front of the system and do the “work”!!!
So in the above briefed situation I just browsed something in Google and ended up typing 20 January 1986 and hitting enter key…I was really surprised to see the news items and links that popped up…and I got to know many things starting from the list of operas played in different Opera Houses in Washington on jan 20 ,1986 to my exact age as of today !!!
…I am exactly 24 years 45 weeks 4 hours 15 minutes 19 seconds old.. .. J
My heart pumped for the first time on 7.May.1985, Tuesday.
If my hair were never cut since 20.January.1986, it would be 3.621 m. today.
If my nails were never cut since 20.January.1986, they would be 8.984 cm. today.
One interesting question for me from one of the site was:
“An apple tree seeded on 20.January.1986 bore 2,206.636 kg. apple till today. Its contribution to economy is $8,804.5 and it fed 3,702 people. We hope that in your life you, as a human being, achieved more than that poor apple tree.. “
If my dad calculated the money spends on me, I might get a heart attack today…So I assured myself by reaching a conclusion that there is no relation between the monitory aspects and human worthiness…
By the way, what is human worthiness???
Some might quote it as the social position where we stand in so called well defined social structure…
Some will try to make a hierarchy of human actions and apportion worthiness to each …
Some connect the worthiness to the birth or involuntary conditions associated with a person…
Some confine the worthiness to a simple method of believing and following religious dogmas...
Some measure worthiness with respect to knowledge…
Some value it based on the creativity and applicability of the acquired knowledge…
Some think of it on the basis of a person’s contribution to the society…
So what is it in the basic form???
If you go by word meaning it should be the value associated with a human being. Again, there we will end up with another question, “what you mean by value?”
Everyone agrees that it is subjective…subjective to our own or other’s perception and priorities…
For me, it is very simple, it is all about how useful we are…its not only about the money we have but how we make use of it… its not only about the relationship we make but how well we manage and make others happy…its not only about the fame of the family we are from but how we keep up the name… its not only about the knowledge we acquired but how well we apply it … its not only the creativity but how well we explain through our expressions…its not only our social service attitude that counts but how well we encourage others to participate and spread the concept of helping others…
Usefulness is not just about the creation of wealth, knowledge, fame or character but how we utilize it to the betterment of society and ourselves…It is an addition of value to ourselves so that we can loudly say “I m worth it”

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Rain can be a problem too..I agree..:(

Climatic changes was something that never concerned me before, but now it is the only thing that bothers me...
I never have given a second thought about my ears other than my craze about ear rings..
For the last one week I realized how much trouble this two little pieces could make when it is troubled...Have u ever felt ear pain?..that too intense one resulted from cold and ear infection...that was the horrible condition I faced...Everyday started with me getting up with hands covering the ears, face full of anger and heart full of irritation...Can't even shout because of throat pain and stupid cough...
It all started with that cyclone which hit south India (as per my doctor)...

You know I love rain...I was just out from the office and it was drizzling...I enjoyed the walk towards the bus stop ,with my ear phone playing my new favorite song from "Once upon a time in Mumbai(peeelu...)"... and the breeze caressing my hair letting me feel confident and fresh...In Bangalore, especially, when it starts to rain, the wind is so dramatically cool and nature is very much poetically beautiful...making us forget the world around....slowly the rhythm will get faster and faster changing the diamond drops to sharp needles that prick your skin ..den the wind will make you feel the real feeling of "freeze"...It was what that exactly happened that day too...

By the time I reached a shelter I was shivering and very much alive...The bus came quickly... without knowing the trauma waiting for me, I hurried into the bus with a equally shivering crowd....The very first moment I entered the bus, I cursed the one who invented air conditioner...it was like from fire to the furnace...By the time the conductor came to me, I was numb...i couldn't clutch my bag nor could take the money from it for the ticket..Seeing the passengers'condition,he asked the driver to reduce AC ...I felt okay after some time...but next day I woke up with soar throat and irritation in ear which lasted and haunted me for the next one week ...
:(
I learned few facts after that:
Wearing cotton in ear looks really funny in office except for you.....
Ear pain is something which we can never express in the truest sense because nobody mind it until the pain is for ourselves...
In some situations ,we should forget our love towards nature and rain but never ever should forget an umbrella especially when there is weather swings....
&
Don't boast too much that you are immune to cold...It will come searching for you...


Now,I don't forget to take my umbrella nor the woolen shawl..Even if i forget to take it back from my desk, without complaining ,i will go back 6 floor up... Rain can also change people...:):):)

Friday, November 12, 2010

I am here....

Helllo
After a long timee I am here....u know wat happened ?I couldnt access this site from my new office..n no connectivity at hostel...:(
I was missing this page soo much..means soooo much...really feel like back at home now...Today is saturday,just got up and still in my bed...
Evryday i will think oh i ll write diz in my page ,that in my page n finally nothing happend ..but from today am goin to write atleast one line...i made so many resolutions like diz but hopefully diz i ll keep... ;)
BYE for the time...b back after the breakfast....

Saturday, August 28, 2010

August....mix of all shades....




For the first time in my life I was not at home for Onam..

Onam was on Monday ,I had to come back to Bangalore by Monday morning...felt really really sad...
So, at home, we celebrated Onam on Sunday..:),still i was upset..hmm

Ok..then what to write..??hm...life going very fast now...Everyday i am traveling more but i think i am managing my schedules better now,though, I am getting very little time with my laptop..very rarely i check orkut n facebook ,ye blog too..i miss all this..many times I plan but as soon as I reach my room I wish to see my bed only...
:(
Thank God ,I am enjoying the work I am doing now..so all this matter less to me..I think within few days i will learn to manage my day more n den i ll have time for everything..I should learn that too,right?..After all, life is all about managing the 24 hours we got in the right way...
:)
Lot of happenings in this month by d way...new job,new place,new people,new challenges...
den a small accident(nothing happened other than the shock and the issue with the car)...
den I missed Onam (I was trying hard to hide my tears when the bus started to Bangalore ,usually I sit silently with gloomy face...)
one of my roommate buddy got married (Out of the 4 , about whom I wrote earlier ,only 2 of us remains..missing those two..:()...
..now two new smiling faces are there in my room...:)..Life is all about changes too...
den,a pretty baby girl for my best friend...:)
It's raining here..really nice weather ..I hate to carry umbrella but I have to;it looks so awkward to reach office ,drenched..:)everyday i will board my bus with a packet of popcorn n a book to read...travel seems good now(though,sometimes,the never ending traffic blocks make me go crazy )..For me,it's a time for myself..he he

I am learning to see everything in a positive way..n believe me.it do works!!!!!

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Hello.

Hi..

last post I have kept in my draft folder for more than 2 months :)..see how lazy i am...

life is changing very fast..in the new job, everything seems so different n..but,quite interesting too.
.now really busy with induction and traveling :)

Missing my friends@ office badly...hope to meet up soon..

I got one more pending promise to keep(regarding this blog only)...:)..will post it soon...:):):):)

I have to go..its already late

Byee..goodnight...

Monday, July 19, 2010

The most beautiful lines I have ever read

The most beautiful lines I have ever read. I don't have any comments to add. It’s so complete …so striking…



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A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point he asked:
‘Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it a story about me?’
His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson:
I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.’

Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn’t seem very special.
‘But it’s just like any other pencil I’ve ever seen!’

‘That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.’

‘First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will.’
‘Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpner. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he’s much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.
‘Third quality: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice.’
‘Fourth quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.’
‘Finally, the pencil’s fifth quality: it always leaves a mark. in just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action’

Source: “Like the Flowing River” by Paulo Coelho



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Friday, June 25, 2010

Missing You ..



..Today I really missed those 3....infact..I missed we 4..

I have never written anything about them, even when they have asked 100 times...
I thought I will spoil all the fun in our group if I try to put all those moments in words...Now also I feel the same but I missed them so much that I got only this page to express...

It was ,of course ,"malayalism" that clubbed us together and it was the sheer fun of being together that made us friends...It was like back in college and sometimes more.......

If I start giving words about each...Hmm...Mm....

Starting with the most loud and noisy guy I have ever seen…
Though bubbling with energy, we see him often sleeping in office…Laziness and energy,two weird combination ..thats him..
Please beware of his tongue and his wicked smile...
but when it comes to friends, no one can be more supporting than him…

Then comes the lively and sensitive one. Big brown eyes are what you first notice about her. The impression she will give everyone is of a bold girl but in truth she is very sensitive and value friendship more than anything.Being broght up outside Kerala ,her malayalam is something that have made us laugh a lot.Her accent is perfect but some words she confuse the meaning and use at most unpredicted situatons..(Scenarios not included due to fear of "consequences"!! he he)

.. The best words that suits the next one will be, with no doubt,the "most"annoying & irritating ..Don't ever go by his gentlman look !(especially girls)!he he....Mad about sweets and grumble about short breaks ,he is very caring and I think most patient one in our gang...

& finally, me, as usual, chatter box…

…2 Guys who talk only about movies and girls & 2 girls, who use to sneer, shout and scold them for whatever they speak. …We were different like 4 seasons but together we made a year full of fun...

….Our gang was noisy yet very much bonded...even if we don't talk everyday that string of bond will always be there...

If I am in some trouble, I will dial only there number...If I am upset I could call up them and talk all rubbish for hours without even once hearing an uninteresting sigh… even after 30 years it will be like that only. That’s the confidence we all got….

Change is the only thing that remains unchanged…

…2 have moved out & one got shifted to another location… I simply feel bored to be with others just because I miss my friends a lot. Its more that 2 months and my work life seems so different now..

Miss you guys..really....

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Bad Day





I hate this day.......................

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Father's Day..

Hi,

Today is Father's day!I got to know that only by evening when I got a forward message from one of my friends.

"A great man who spares his life..Hides his feelings..Ignores his happiness...Accepts the pain...Forget his comfort ..Struggles at work..All to make us comfortable and happy ...to make our life without struggle..
So don't hurt that gentle dad..Think of you dad..I 'm proud to be my daddy's kid."

I didn't forward that message to my dad though I felt like ...
Anyway,I don't need a special day to remember my dad nor to tell him that he is very special to me ..He knew it..

I am very of proud of my dad and he is my hero,from the time i can remember till now..Almost all girls will be like that only but, anyway for me, my dad and the bond we share is very special...

Everyday we will talk and not even once he missed to ask me "when are you coming?..this weekend ,eh? And every time I hear this ,I will feel like packing my bag and rushing back home ..he he

Earlier ,in college and now in office, I used to get so much comments for going home frequently..But ,I always feel good to consider myself like that...Only very few could understand in real sense the value of those attachment and sentiments which others mock as "silly home sickness"...
Almost all we see around are attached to their family but the difference is, whether they consider spending time with their family as something interesting ...Most of the people (I know) thinks opposite...
I have heard my friends saying "It is good to stay at home for 2 days,more than that,it's boring ..."
I am happy that I don't belong to that group..I am in Bangalore and in a month, more than twice I used to go home...

Oh..Wait ..I have to go now..I ll complete and post the blog after one hour...

Hey,I am back..again some problem in keeping the time..Its almost 2 days gone..:)

Keeping in mind ,my favorite quote "Better late than never", let me post this ...

Monday, June 14, 2010

What to comment?

It was mere curiosity that prompted me to know what actually happened behind the world’s biggest Industrial disaster, Bhopal Tragedy -1984, which occurred even before I was born.

From the little knowledge I have, I perceived it as a major industrial accident occurred due to some sort of negligence from the management.
But now I can’t reason all that happened under a single term “negligence” nor I can describe it in one sentence.

I will be quoting directly some text from few of the articles I have gone through because I don’t know how to put all this in my own words, without hating the country I belongs to.
So, let it be more factual……

Those were the beginning of the age when India greeted foreign investments as a part of “National & Industrial Development”. There was absolutely no question of rejecting a proposal put forward by the biggest chemical companies in the world – Union Carbide to start a plant in India.

From the day 1 of its entry, all the rules and regulations were changed to accommodate the giant fish without even giving a glimpse on the basic safety and security measures to be followed in starting a chemical plant in an urban area. India was an easy place for them to buy and start the unit because all our authorities cared for, was some extra cash in their pockets.
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As per the records:
• In 1979, zonal regulations in Bhopal were changed so that Carbide could set up a plant, manufacturing deadly pesticides in the heart of the city's most densely populated areas.
• In December 1981, a gas leak at the Union Carbide plant killed one worker.
• A year later, in January 1982, there was another gas leak in which 25 workers were hospitalized. Workers protested that there was design defect in the plant that made it unsafe but the protests were ignored.
• Two years later Union Carbide sent its US experts to do an audit. The team noticed leakage in the plant.
• Union Carbide CEO, Anderson knew about the 1982 safety audit of the Bhopal plant, which identified 30 major hazards and that they were not fixed in Bhopal but were fixed at the company's identical plant in the US
• In September 1982, UCIL de-linked the alarm from the siren warning system so that only their employees would be warned about the leakage, and not the neighboring residents.
• A year later, another leak was reported from the plant which left 100 residents hospitalized.
• On March 4, 1983, Bhopal lawyer Shahnawaz Khan served a legal notice on UCIL. But on April 29, 1983, in a written reply, UCIL's Works Manager denied the allegations as baseless.
• Between 1983 and 1984, the safety manuals were re-written to permit among other things switching off the units that cooled the Methyl Isocyanate (MIC) gas and prevent chemical reactions.
• On December 3, 1984, the disaster occurred when gas leaked in huge amounts. No warning given to the residents of the leak or what precautions to take.

For three years, Bhopal journalist Rajkumar Keswani kept warning the administration that the Union Carbide plant was unsafe. His last article Bhopal Sitting on a Volcano was published just months before the tragedy.

In fact, the then Chief Minister Arjun Singh assured the Madhya Pradesh Assembly that he personally inspected the Carbide plant, and all is well…………………



On December 3, 1984, the extremely toxic methyl isocyanate started leaking from the Union Carbide plant in Bhopal, Madhya Pradesh. Close to 800,000 people were exposed to the deadly gas, 3,800 people died and thousands became disabled, with many dying thereafter.

So this is the story about the biggest industrial tragedy in the world. There are no comments to put because the feeling this tragedy have kicked in you or me is a mixture – a mixture of shock, grief, pity, anger, fright and frustration .

Humans can easily forget and forgive, especially Indians. The great Indian value system!
So we chose to forget and keep everything to ourselves…

Going on… What happened next??

Circulation of various newspapers and magazines increased for few months with colorful cover pages. Stories after stories came with pathetic pictures of victims, debates carried out on every corner scrutinizing the reasons and impact and government busy handling to ‘normalizing’ the situation.

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Anderson flew into Bhopal four days after the gas leak. On the same day, 7 December, 1984, he was arrested on charges of culpable homicide not amounting to murder. A few hours later, Anderson was escorted like a visiting dignitary to Chief Minister Arjun Singh's plane and was flown to Delhi. Soon, he was out of India, never to return.
The United States has declined to extradite him, citing a lack of evidence!


Court actions so far:

Dec 4, 1984: A case is registered against Union Carbide. The chairman Warren Anderson is arrested but later released on bail by the Madhya Pradesh police.
1985: India claims $3.3 billion from Union Carbide in an American court.
1989: Indian government and Union Carbide strike out-of-court deal, Union Carbide gives $ 470 million
1992: Part of $ 470 million disbursed among victims. Anderson declared fugitive from law for ignoring court summons
2001: Union Carbide refuses to take responsibility for former Indian arm’s liabilities
2004: Supreme Court orders government to pay out rest of $ 470 million paid by Union Carbide as compensation
June 7, 2010: The verdict: Eight persons comprising the Indian management of UCIL convicted; Warren Anderson not named.

It took 25 years to convict eight persons, with a possible jail sentence of a maximum of just two years.

They were held guilty under Sections 304-A (causing death by negligence), 304-II (culpable homicide not amounting to murder) and 336, 337 and 338 (gross negligence) of the Indian Penal Code.

Inside Story:

A Bhopal judge ordered that Union Carbide's properties should be attached to court because their executives were ignoring court summons. Two years after,
Justice A M Ahmadi reversed that decision. The company was allowed to sell its properties. The agreement was that the money would be used to set up a trust and a 500-bed hospital which would treat victims of the tragedy at no cost to them.

CBI had filed a charge sheet against Anderson and all the other accused under Section 304(2) where the maximum punishment is 10 years. But the case was converted to 304 A - which is meant for car accidents - by then Chief Justice of India A M Ahmadi.

Two years after that, in 1998, Justice Ahmadi became the chairman of the hospital trust for life. Ahmadi claims the Supreme Court asked him to chair it. But in truth,
the appointment was made by the Trust constituted by Union Carbide.

At present, the hospital set up for the victims has become a super specialty medical facility for the rich …….


Now, all are trying to find out the person who helped Anderson to flee from the country!!

Isn’t it obvious that all the supreme authorities at that point of time were helping him?
Be it Prime Minister, Chief Minister or Chief Justice!!!
Why pointing figures on each other and try to search in dark when all know the answer?
Why rehabilitation of the suffered people still not complete?
Why we are investing crores on researching Moon & Mars when 1000s are dying here like worms?
Why are we not trying to solve the current issue rather than trying to make headlines?

• Company abandoned the polluted factory site allowing it to poison Bhopal residents.
• The company won’t disclose the composition of the poisonous gas (the company still claims this is a trade secret), thus preventing doctors from properly treating the 120,000 people who are still sick.
• Company lawyers ensured survivors only got between US$300-500 compensation each, if they were 'lucky', for their ruined lives.
• Dow Chemical took over Union Carbide in 2001 but it claims Union Carbide has 'settled' the issue of Bhopal
• Despite being wanted in India and by Interpol, Indian and the US authorities have been inactive for the last 18 years on extradition of Anderson.US authorities claimed they could not find Anderson and India has not pursued his extradition from the US for fear of damaging US investment and trade.

A US journal wrote empathetically on the situation:

“Possibly spurred by Anderson's discovery and growing protests at home, the Indian Government has formally filed an extradition request with the US. Better 18 years late than never. The order is likely to be ignored by the US and, no doubt, India hopes it can relieve pressure at home while relying on the US inaction”

This is the image the Great India reflects………

Be proud to be an Indian……

Saturday, June 12, 2010

It's raining....




How could I miss to write a line in my page when it's raining outside..


It was when my friends started teasing that I stopped writing about it in my blog..But, sorry my friends ..this time it's too tempting.. i can't stop myself..



My first memory of rain is of a day when I was small..I was making paper boats and crying when it got drowned in rain...That day my dad and brother taught me how to hold an umbrella and save my pretty little boats..I was so happy n excited to hold that umbrella .following the boats till our gate..

Then it move on to so many pictures....

Faces of my old friends...when we waited excitedly in the school varandah for the rain to stop....to start playing..

Confusing college days ..wondering whether to enjoy the feeling of the rain or to be bothered of the dress I wear...

Laziness to get up and go to office when it's raining...

Days when I forgot to take my umbrella and got drenched..(Secretly, I loved It ,though my hair looked horrible and my sneezing shocked my friends...he he )

Above all it's the longing to go home that hurts ..missing my mom's scoldings ,dad's loving voice and sweet fearsome quarrels with my brother...I don't know..Rain make me miss my home and dear ones so terribly ...

But its only thoughts that take you back to those days not the time..

Then my mind will scroll to future..plans and dreams ...100s of them ...dancing in each raindrop that I count...

It's very easy to wait and hope for good things to happen when it 's raining..

That's why I love rain so much....


Athira

Friday, June 11, 2010

Just Words....

Life is moving very fast...days flips like pages...
Sometimes I feel that I have left so many pages blank ...in my diary too...I know..that's life..We can't make everyday a part of our memory just like the people we see around ..only very few remain...

It's raining outside....Here in Bangalore ,rain is a mess...making dirty pools and traffic jams...Making everyone grumble as the sky darkens...still i love it...

Monday, April 5, 2010

Women's Reservation Bill

Women's Reservation Bill

Why people getting so worried that only elite class woman will be voted to power if the women’s reservation bill gets implemented?
...99% of the men who are currently in power are in so called “elite class”. First, ask this folks who oppose reservation to pick at least 5 politicians who are not corrupt and not in the “elite class”. Why taking only the example of Rabri Devi, how many of our male politicians are educated? What all foolish and embarrassing stunts our male politicians make everyday? Why no one is there to comment all those actions as something connected to gender?

Women in all arenas should realize this attitude as an insult and decide not to vote till this bill gets passed or to vote only for women irrespective to the political parties.

I will never consider woman as weak. But our society has built a culture that control and limits the potential of women in the name of values and customs. This should change. The slowly progressing women empowerment activities won’t make much difference in the attitude of men towards women. For that, women should be a part of ruling system. In our present day context, it will never be materialized without a strong “push”. And this bill will act as a trigger for women to participate and force men to make women participate in governmental affairs.

The bill for increasing the salary hikes for MLA’s were passed without a question and why this one taking so long? Are the male politicians getting scared to share the power?

Women should not vote till the bill gets passed. If men want the power, let them have it .If they think, women are not capable why they need our vote. Let men vote and rule. We should show our support towards the bill by not participating in election till we get the bill passed. Don’t let it be another political drama by the politicians to get vote for the next election!

Monday, February 15, 2010

Thanks...

There are days, which unknowingly set our mood in reverse mode, picturing everything as nonsense and meaningless. Unfortunately it was one of those horrible days with a late wake up alarm, unsuccessful hunt for matching dupatta that ended up in change of outfit in last minute, rushing back all the steps back to my room on 2nd floor to get the office ID and a scolding face from Cab driver for making him wait for 10 minutes!!
At office I found my system unusually slow, temperature abnormally freezing and sleep dragging me to bizarre dreams.
A scream made me jump from my sleep. I found everyone anxiously looking around. Security alarm broke the silence with its high pitched squeal .I smelt something very odd and in spilt of a second all our eyes stared to a single point. Smoke pumped in, through our door splits. First it formed a thin line showing its path, changing fast to a cluster of clouds and then spreading the semi black smoke around. Panic struck the floor. I could hear only worried shouts as we rushed to emergency exit. My wits raced for a reason.
I heard my friends calling me and pushing me towards the crowd making me realize that I was moving slow creating another crowd behind me.
Something is wrong. I couldn’t see more than the shoulder of the person who stands before me but I felt the arising tension .The emergency exit is not opening. It some how got jammed!!
Before I could think of anything I heard another scream. Big flames of fire were getting everything, our systems, chairs , papers...We all started running to the other phase .I was too occupied to get scared but my mind kept on racing .My family ,my friends, my dreams. I didn’t have any logic on what I thought. Someone was holding my hand and urging me to move fast- a girl which I didn’t like at all .Why she has taken that effort to take care of me ?She might be hoping for my support too. But I was too horror stuck even to move my little finger. Again the crowd stopped moving causing another confusion .I heard some one whisper in total fear “Its fire every where…”.My heart was beating fast. Is everything ending here? Is that life all about? So many pictures flashed in my thought, my home, my family... How they going to hear this news? My eyes filled...Will I see them again... Oh! I want everything back. I thought of 1000 promises to please the god. .But no answers I got. Loud blast of systems and electronic gadgets cracking in fire petrified me .Some shouted to break the glass window but no one could reach near it… I was too scared to cry or to speak…I thought of the fire, burns and pain. ..This cannot be real. I cannot be in this situation...I should have taken leave today…I shouldn’t have come to job at all... Why no one coming to rescue us…I felt myself choked by the harsh smell of smoke, my eyes burned …I turned around and something hard hit my hand….

I was startled to hear the laugh. Two of my colleagues were standing near me and were laughing. Just one moment ago one of them were holding a stick and trying to break the glass pane. How can he laugh now? Is everything fine now? Confused on “how”, I managed to utter “Thanks...” and smiled gratefully, they saved my life…..

It took few seconds for me to realize that I was dreaming, that too at office, dozing of by my desk!!!!!!! My friends were having a laugh of life explaining to all, how funny it was to see me waking up startled with a strange expression and then suddenly smiling delightfully saying thanks!!!!!!!!!
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Monday, February 8, 2010

life

The big old house exhaled ageing in every inch. Unkempt courtyard with a creaking gate gave me the first impression of confusion, “Do anyone stays here”? As being there, often, my mom confidently walked ahead with me tailing her quite uncertainly. It was more than 10 years since I have gone there and the picture in my memory was totally different from what I was seeing. There was an adjacent building with lot of big white pillars all around instead of walls, with polished stones coloring the floor in black, white and red, where we as children used to dance and play. At the corner there was a big statue of Krishna which made me confuse it even as a temple.
Now I found the whole structure converted as another house with a different entrance.
There were walls between the two houses; i could feel myself getting a sort of gloominess...like entering into another world...

Nothing happened when we rang the door bell except the noise of chirping birds which I hardly find musical at that moment. To my annoyance mom again rang the bell and before I could scold her I heard a feeble voice. “Who’s is there?”...The same question got repeated in different voice modulation all indicating a week body as its source…I couldn’t hear what my mom talked over that wooden window, I could hear only muffles.
“Open the front door, it is open”-I was again surprised as I obeyed my mom’s word and pushed the front door open. This was the room that made me teach the meaning of the word elegant .It is still afresh in me the moment I asked my dad why he said this room is so elegant. And from then it is always this room that comes to my mind whenever I think or compare elegance.
But now to my utter disbelief the big spacious room was made small by walls, once shining floor has been cracked, cobweb adorning the ceilings and a big table occupying most of the room with bundled up books and newspapers all over it. The only things I found familiar were the old clock that still strike the time correctly even though the faded glass make it difficult to read and the ‘tamburu’ which was kept at the corner ,sheltered partially with a dirty cloth, showing its broken strings covered in cobweb.

The startling cough drew me to a nearby room; he was there, without tooth he resembled an innocent child. His eyes twinkled with his old smile but I felt a pain .He was urging all of us to sit and was talking this n that. When silence crept in I jumped in with some silly questions …But there was moments when there was nothing to converse. Silences... Silences making us feel a drift, meaningless in talks which we carry on and I couldn’t make out the feeling I saw in that old man’s eyes – shyness of being weak, agony of being helpless and something more which I label as acceptance.

Sometimes we long for intrusions, at that moment when topics dried up there was a loud noise near the big pool. Door swing open and an old lady came in; one of his relatives who stayed there to look after him…She was fine-looking though age and life made lot of dark shades all over her face. .I found the same note of resignation and lost sparkles in her smile n words…But I was surprised to see how much care she put to make us comfortable...I can without doubt call her loving.....

I sat there sipping my tea, simply listening to my mom... she was talking and making everyone smile, telling many old stories when they all were young, how lively they were n d place …enjoying their holidays like festivals...Slowly all started to talk and smile happily again recollecting all those wonderful days, explaining to me each n everything.. Showing me the old photographs and big paintings that filled the walls...at that moment I envied my mom so much….She brought a warm happy feeling back to that small crowd...She used to go there only for vacations when she was small, still she is so close to everyone…Knowing all the people around , stories around .. Sometimes I feel she talks too much but she talks so naïve and straight that I couldn’t feel like stopping her...


When I walked back to the gate, I asked my mom what happened to them. And I got lot many strings of answers... government regulations that tied most of their land, confused siblings who struggle between traditional convictions and new world, heavy bundles of customs and culture that made them too weak to move forward, inability to break the walls made by caste n way of life, lack of exposure cocooning them to their own world..And finally she told me with a sigh, “They forgot to change with the world and finally got lost”…

Strangely I thought of that old clock which welcomed us with a foggy shadowed glass...Time is moving but no one can easily make out time correctly with that faded glass….

As we drove back home, I felt like I missed lot of things…not me alone but we, the present and future generation…
Just like my world sometimes seems both strange and amusing to my mother I too find her young life lot of different from what I had and having…I doubt if I could ever bring anyone to any place like my mom have lead me there.… A place with lot of greeneries, river, temples, ponds, birds and familiar people all round....with lot of stories and so much loving and sincere blessings…
But the journey kept on reminding me the words on my office desktop calendar which I never noticed before
“It is not the strongest of the species that survive nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change” –Charles Darwin

Ye, though very sad to admit that is life all about…

Thursday, January 21, 2010

What do you think of space? Don’t look @ sky please…
I meant personal space…
I strongly believe that we should give others space to live and we should demand space from others. I had lot of fights with this term.
Many won’t understand its importance. Even if it’s your best friend, your lover/partner, parents, siblings or celebrities, they are individual with their own unique likings, their own unique past, their own secret dreams and ambitions and their own thoughts. However close we stand, finally, they only have to live their life, only they can bring the real happiness in their life as only they knew their own unique definition of happiness.… We have to accept that fact…
If you are too judgmental we can never ask a person to open his heart…Its acceptable to have curiosity about others (whatever wonderful terms we use,on the bare mode, its human curiosity that make us listen to others (most of d times)..Don’t be ashamed, it’s this human instinct that lead to all the great discoveries and made us unravel the power of knowledge)
But being too judgmental about other’s life or action is something I loath. Very rarely I place myself in such situations as I never give a chance for some one to ask ‘What happened?’ Every thing in our life will have different versions and I used to tell the versions the listener expects and that’s it. “Satisfy the hunger, no more they will be hunting”-I read this somewhere about lions and I quiet confidently think that it is applicable to human also.
But I have seen many of my friends standing clueless, utterly confused on what they want just coz they r worried on what others will think. I will say it as quiet natural to be worried about what others’ think. To an extend we all live for recognition from others.

The point I don’t understand is why people place others on the same confusing stand when they themselves knew the agony of being there. Might be to check how strong we are on our decision... I don’t know...But personally I think, this test is too hard that many falls here crushing their dreams for others...In other way we ourselves are responsible for this situation .Only when we stop chasing other’s life ,others will move away from you …Then only you will get the space you crave for..
It’s not the term ‘privacy’ I am confusing with space .Space is Space. We all should have space to think and space to take decision about ourselves....

If a person is hurting neither you nor the society, then, why can’t we leave him/her alone.

People are getting so much crowded with other’s thoughts that unknowingly they are loosing the power to think by themselves…What this generation is lacking is the awarenss on what they want or what they can . They want to hide in their own life with all the so called fun , never bothering to observe and listen..

This should change. We should be more open to others…and lenient to ourselves…
Just like you want others to accept you, accept others too. It’s not about accepting there thoughts but accept the person as they are. And be what you really are…

Don’t change anything in your life until you are sure about why you are changing it…If you can’t find fault in what you are doing ,keep the heads up and fight. That’s the courage the world is looking for. You might be wrong….But finally you will know why you are wrong.
That do matter....Coz happiness means knowing what we are doing and why we are we doing that…In short, we should have a purpose in our life which we are fully convinced about.We should never give up an argument (to ourself or to others)until you are sure why you are agreeing...

Life might bring different twists n turns but never bend your dreams scaring to express what you believe…. Be sure of what you agreeing and make sure you are doing what you believe and not what others believe….

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

My B'Day

Hello,

Y’day was my B’day!! I turned 24...sounds a bit old na? Being totally helpless I have choose to accept the new “age count” with full excitement…Bday always make me feel young n very special... Wishes, gifts, cheers, cakes...
I had a totally different picture about me @ 24, few years back…I thought of myself being a bit more serious, matured, focused, independent. But there is not much difference I can spot other than being in a job n getting sum extra bucks to spend...Still I am the very same talkative, careless, clueless girl who thought of being in 20’s as something pretty great n wonderful…
But years do have seasoned me a bit here n there…Some for good and some still I cant set apart as good or bad...That’s d problem...We cant simply say experience done me good as I know something better than yesterday…In lot cases it is good to stay as know-nothing kid. That avoids lot of tensions n confusions …But again, we are choice less...We cant do nothing to wipe out all we have crammed in our head just to stay calm n free...It keeps on pondering …It keeps on adding …The best thing age do is, it will teach you how to “appear” calm and that’s the only thing the whole world is concerned about.

I never understood the point of asking someone’s approval/persuading them to say “its fine” when we are damn sure that they don’t really ‘like’ it (not about single occurrences nor about official stuff) .It only makes us feel good … making the other appear ‘ok’ with what u r doing…And in most cases it will makes the other confused trying to digest it as good (at least my opinion was asked!) when mind says the other way…It happens to me and of course ,I do this trick to others too …One more shortcut to happiness !!
That’s what age teach you...Tricks, tricks n lot more tricks… Some we are so used to that we consider it as well and correct…Leave it!

So, back to my Bday….It was simply great…Again proving me wrong, I am finding my life after college & school, equally or sometimes more exciting than the earlier part … Nowadays ,It never occur to me to think differently between my colleagues & classmates…a bunch of fun…Might be coz we got lot of young people around here. Anyway, I don’t think my workspace will make me think and act maturely in the way I have imagined out from books and movies...But it does made me understand the importance of being careful, being organized, being more open to other’s view points & being independent…If all this adds up as factors that contribute to maturity, I am climbing up..

My great friends@ room had dearly enjoyed my Bday…Am damn sure!! When chocolate cake n cream created maps on my face I assured myself as lucky and my friends as very sweet. But my friends took it just as a starter….
Greasing me all over with all the stuffs my room could offer including some ayurvedic oil (medicine 4 sprains I guess) which keeps my hair stink even after two days and 4 hair wash is something very rare to do. Right? Think of poor me, Next day in office with bday sweets n sticky perfumed hair...My shampoos stood helpless and I had to run for tissue to wipe the oil that wells up in my hand n face (@office)...With full oily head I was feeling so sleepy that I was trying hard not to fall from my seat…My droopy eyes made most of my colleagues think/tease that I have drunk a lot on my bday eve!!!!!!!!!!!!..(Please believe I haven’t…….)

To be very frank the only thing I longed on this whole day was “SLEEP”. I was praying hard to get over the day very fast, to make the clock tick fast and to hit the bed soon…


P.S –Thanks a lot my friends…. for the wonderful bashing Birthday eve( with b’day song ,chocolate cake ,that never forgettable “attack”, “self indulging” bath , lays n ketchup with our never ending talks...) for the beautiful flowers, nice gifts and the messages that kept my mobz beeping with “Inbox full”pop ups… Thanks a lot for the wishes…Love you all…


You have really made me feel special…