Finally! Finally! Finally!
Finally, got through the final obstacle of figuring out how to "Create a new post" to be over here. Writing in such a hurry, afraid that thoughts might slip out of my mind. Can't waste a single thought. Have to make up for the time I have lost. After weeks of deliberation and debate with myself, pondering over and over again about what to write, when to write, how to write, and after infinite frustrating postponements, I have Finally reached my much sought after destination. Just like how the UPA gave the much awaited "Big Bang Reforms", I have arrived to produce, my Big Bang Blog (Look at the superstar addressing his Thousands of Readers. :P It would be miracle if the number of readers reaches two digits. Bigger miracle - if those who make it to my page read this line and don't say, "Chalu!!")
Yes, I am pretty sure that most of those who read this page will say that word. Because just as I propagate my Chalus, I have also done justice to the Mighty word by telling my office about it. And it did have a warm reception.
Well, what else? Hmmm..... ARGH!!! This is what happens when you procrastinate. All the things that you wanted to write about bounce into your head together and you end up having absolutely no idea what to write! A writer must never procrastinate (especially one who has to look up Google to find out how to spell it!) Here, I am going to take a minute, to think about what I am going to write. Usually I hate to break the flow while I write, but today I am just too excited about writing. After such a long time naah! Nothing can kill the mood....
Alright, so we will go with her I guess. She was the first one that popped into my head. And thus, I believe, deserves to be first. And yeah, I do believe my ideas are female. After all the Sidney Sheldon I have read, although some of my friends might find it hard to believe, I have become a pucca feminist. And I know for sure that the brilliant ideas up there, in my head, are female.
Note: They are not ABOUT female!
Started reading Economic Times! Yep, I am announcing it. Annoyed? Here it comes again. Started reading Economic Times! I believe that gaining all the knowledge from all that you read and understand (note that you understand barely half of what you read), is just half the benefit you get from reading ET. The other half - is telling people about it. Well, not always in such a blunt way. Mostly by peppering words like "fiscal consolidation", "fiscal deficit" and "inflationary pressures" in every sentence you say. Just like how I use the words "Client Office" and "Statutory Auditors" in each and every sentence whenever I talk to my non CA friends.
And actually enjoying it. I mean, reading ET. Yeah, i enjoy bragging too, but lets get back to what I wanted to say. Gosh, I swore I would cut down on my Chalus atleast when I am blogging; that too about something i believe is noble. And pretty serious.
As you learn, you start having doubts. The more you learn, the more doubts you have. That is the fundamental law of every educational process. As I read economic times everyday, this one doubt keeps getting bigger in my head. As I hear Economists argue about bring the fiscal deficit down to 5.1% of the GDP and cutting down subsidies being the major reform to be taken, even though I understand that cutting down on subsidies purely justified as the Government is only denying support to the rich and powerful industries, this question bugs me. Are we seeing only India as a whole?
Step out of your house my friend. Just walk along the main road, if you don't mind the scorching heat. Because the crippled beggar doesn't. He doesn't mind that he has neither the food, nor the fingers to eat. He doesn't care about dignity. He doesn't bother about stretching his arms, or falling to the feet of every person passing by. All he probably cares about might be "The Fiscal Deficit!"
That is one person you can see. What about the millions who were displaced by dams. Those millions living in slums. No toilets. No food. No money. No education. Survival? Barely. Living? Big no! As these newspapers flood our minds and instruct us about, "What really matters?" are we forgetting what really matters? Today, and I say this with all due respect and admiration to the media, today, as the media dictates how the state should be run, as we rate the changing governments based on what the TV reporters tell us, and as the top level politicians do things only for people who can watch what they do on television, are we turning a blind eye to those millions who can't afford a television? Those who can't read the newspaper.... can't read anything at all!
When was the last time talked about them. When was the last time we thought about them. 2002 probably, because in my knowledge (which I believe is certainly wrong) that's when Arundhati Roy last wrote about them. I am not pointing fingers. But I am talking about all of our mentality. We have forgotten half the country. Those, who according to Aravind Adiga, live in the darkness.
I am a CA student, and I am trained to cater to only those who can afford to pay tax. And those who pay tax, are just 3% of the entire population, if I have my stats right. I am trained to ignore 97% of my country. The engineers are no different. Doctors, none that I know of. Who wants to spend crores on a medical seat and end up taking care of those impoverished, illiterate beggars?
When do our newspapers report on their troubles. The lady who lost her 12gram gold necklace is news. What about the lady who can't afford that much rice? Those who don't have 12gram rice.
Don't donate a lot of money. Don't go to the slums to check on them. Don't take an initiative to give them the minimum infrastructure (the biggest mall in India is for 2000 Crores, and we want more infrastructure. Wonder how much it will cost to build a few toilets?). Don't shed tears over those children whose eyes are drained out of tears. Just, spare them a thought. I did today. Thanks to "The Algebra of Infinite Justice" by Arundhati Roy. I just happened, to read about those who live below the destitution line. The refugees and all those people. And I thought, it is a shame if we live in two worlds. It is a shame if we live in a world, were we don't even know that these people exist. Just spare a thought - to the whole country
Jai Hind
Love
Finally, got through the final obstacle of figuring out how to "Create a new post" to be over here. Writing in such a hurry, afraid that thoughts might slip out of my mind. Can't waste a single thought. Have to make up for the time I have lost. After weeks of deliberation and debate with myself, pondering over and over again about what to write, when to write, how to write, and after infinite frustrating postponements, I have Finally reached my much sought after destination. Just like how the UPA gave the much awaited "Big Bang Reforms", I have arrived to produce, my Big Bang Blog (Look at the superstar addressing his Thousands of Readers. :P It would be miracle if the number of readers reaches two digits. Bigger miracle - if those who make it to my page read this line and don't say, "Chalu!!")
Yes, I am pretty sure that most of those who read this page will say that word. Because just as I propagate my Chalus, I have also done justice to the Mighty word by telling my office about it. And it did have a warm reception.
Well, what else? Hmmm..... ARGH!!! This is what happens when you procrastinate. All the things that you wanted to write about bounce into your head together and you end up having absolutely no idea what to write! A writer must never procrastinate (especially one who has to look up Google to find out how to spell it!) Here, I am going to take a minute, to think about what I am going to write. Usually I hate to break the flow while I write, but today I am just too excited about writing. After such a long time naah! Nothing can kill the mood....
Alright, so we will go with her I guess. She was the first one that popped into my head. And thus, I believe, deserves to be first. And yeah, I do believe my ideas are female. After all the Sidney Sheldon I have read, although some of my friends might find it hard to believe, I have become a pucca feminist. And I know for sure that the brilliant ideas up there, in my head, are female.
Note: They are not ABOUT female!
Started reading Economic Times! Yep, I am announcing it. Annoyed? Here it comes again. Started reading Economic Times! I believe that gaining all the knowledge from all that you read and understand (note that you understand barely half of what you read), is just half the benefit you get from reading ET. The other half - is telling people about it. Well, not always in such a blunt way. Mostly by peppering words like "fiscal consolidation", "fiscal deficit" and "inflationary pressures" in every sentence you say. Just like how I use the words "Client Office" and "Statutory Auditors" in each and every sentence whenever I talk to my non CA friends.
And actually enjoying it. I mean, reading ET. Yeah, i enjoy bragging too, but lets get back to what I wanted to say. Gosh, I swore I would cut down on my Chalus atleast when I am blogging; that too about something i believe is noble. And pretty serious.
As you learn, you start having doubts. The more you learn, the more doubts you have. That is the fundamental law of every educational process. As I read economic times everyday, this one doubt keeps getting bigger in my head. As I hear Economists argue about bring the fiscal deficit down to 5.1% of the GDP and cutting down subsidies being the major reform to be taken, even though I understand that cutting down on subsidies purely justified as the Government is only denying support to the rich and powerful industries, this question bugs me. Are we seeing only India as a whole?
Step out of your house my friend. Just walk along the main road, if you don't mind the scorching heat. Because the crippled beggar doesn't. He doesn't mind that he has neither the food, nor the fingers to eat. He doesn't care about dignity. He doesn't bother about stretching his arms, or falling to the feet of every person passing by. All he probably cares about might be "The Fiscal Deficit!"
That is one person you can see. What about the millions who were displaced by dams. Those millions living in slums. No toilets. No food. No money. No education. Survival? Barely. Living? Big no! As these newspapers flood our minds and instruct us about, "What really matters?" are we forgetting what really matters? Today, and I say this with all due respect and admiration to the media, today, as the media dictates how the state should be run, as we rate the changing governments based on what the TV reporters tell us, and as the top level politicians do things only for people who can watch what they do on television, are we turning a blind eye to those millions who can't afford a television? Those who can't read the newspaper.... can't read anything at all!
When was the last time talked about them. When was the last time we thought about them. 2002 probably, because in my knowledge (which I believe is certainly wrong) that's when Arundhati Roy last wrote about them. I am not pointing fingers. But I am talking about all of our mentality. We have forgotten half the country. Those, who according to Aravind Adiga, live in the darkness.
I am a CA student, and I am trained to cater to only those who can afford to pay tax. And those who pay tax, are just 3% of the entire population, if I have my stats right. I am trained to ignore 97% of my country. The engineers are no different. Doctors, none that I know of. Who wants to spend crores on a medical seat and end up taking care of those impoverished, illiterate beggars?
When do our newspapers report on their troubles. The lady who lost her 12gram gold necklace is news. What about the lady who can't afford that much rice? Those who don't have 12gram rice.
Don't donate a lot of money. Don't go to the slums to check on them. Don't take an initiative to give them the minimum infrastructure (the biggest mall in India is for 2000 Crores, and we want more infrastructure. Wonder how much it will cost to build a few toilets?). Don't shed tears over those children whose eyes are drained out of tears. Just, spare them a thought. I did today. Thanks to "The Algebra of Infinite Justice" by Arundhati Roy. I just happened, to read about those who live below the destitution line. The refugees and all those people. And I thought, it is a shame if we live in two worlds. It is a shame if we live in a world, were we don't even know that these people exist. Just spare a thought - to the whole country
Jai Hind
Love
