Justice Instant

Today, 6th January 2011 – A court in Delhi ruled with 2000 rupees and seven years jail for two thieves, who tried to steal Rs.20/- . Good Work – The courts are doing a well done job !

The New year was buzzed with reports Ex CJI’s relatives amassing billions…. another Ex CJI’s with billions in the Delhi Shopping Malls… (remember the demolitions of un-authrorised colonies) they were for shut shops and shop in Malls where EX’s son has a stake. Fast delivery of justice for fast bucks Good Justice. An Ex foreign minister,s son for kick back from Saddam… All Saints roam free.. EX-CJI – KGB-protects …Human rights …Phoooo They play Dalit card, political ploy etc..etc..… They are pure as white milk.

A Lady stabbed a MLA in Bihar. Instant Justice!

Binayak Sen, was given a life term. He was linked to ISI (Indian Social Institute – A Jesuits run Research Institution) for Terrorism ( ISI of Pak)Phoo.. , He was also charged for sedation- for he served as a Doctor, the marginalized, the untouchables…. Evidence.. His prescriptions to a Tribal who was branded ‘Naxal’ by the Feudal Military – Salva Judum- with license to kill the black, thin, hungry, illiterate, insolvent ‘Junglies’. Remember, the Dr. Desai… with licensing scam…He may perhaps walk out for want of evidence. You know why? Reason you can get above… Crores ? You want example Arushi’s parents ?
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Young India…. R U sleeping. Rahul went on a whirlwind tour to countryside….met whom for what ? Where is he? Is he doing anything… Or Does he still think… India is Sachin, Dhoni, Rittik, Ash & Deepika – Cricket and Film, Jyodiraditya, Sachin and Yatin Prasada – Princely inheritance for governance… Dear Rahul Ganhi, look Eastward…. There is India boiling. Act, if you can.. OR else….

Mallu Pride..... Phhhhtttto

My 2nd posting of the day shall follow with a third one.

I had once written about my Mallu Pride…. It was like a big Balloon, the more I hear about accomplished Mallus My balloon used to get inflated.

Phto…. CP Ramachandran Nair, the CEO of LIC Finance pinned my pride balloon… Now with coffers from the KGB’s corruption house, it got deflated. I shall not blow it again. KG Balakrishnan was assigned the custodian of Law of the Nation. He blasted it…..CPR was assigned with investors hard-earned crores… he played with it. Phhhtooooo….

It is the season of Large scale corruption. Koda, Raja, Kalmadi, - they say they are only the tip of the Ice Berg – Then there are the real big icebergs, behind black glasses, Cricket boards- Oh my Good God, save this country, save my God's own country from disrepute too.

40 th in Delhi

Though It is New Year, I have to report my 40th Christmas in Delhi.

It was Christmas again… The usual star cast, maha maha boring Carols… Cold Midnight Mass ! But of course, Christmas thrills. With four gulp of Royalstag and the un-comparable delicacies from Baby & Co with 11 guests from Skn family add Christmas spirit well with sharing and Merry.

Of course Baby’s cake, add my cholesterol, Nitin’s too – he is the biggest customer – Colleagues N Bus companions cherished.

A day prior to – I broke my leg, put on plaster. Baby says… it is due to my straying glances… What to do… I too think, it may be.. OR may be to remind me of my age. But blessing in disguise, Baby takes up tasks to do things on her own.

This is perhaps my 40th Christmas in Delhi… Hence, cold weather has become a routine thing. Enjoy. I was without shoes and with plaster on left foot, but no complaints. I enjoyed Christmas ! Plaster will go on till 19th Jan, if not redone.

Hope and pray to see many more Christmas… Johny Walker OR Black Label next time. Any takers ?

Those days

There was a very popular saying those days going around the clerk community that “a clerk’s life commence with a loan and ends up with another loan”.

Many of us, the Office going lot, usually want days flip through fast. This phenomenon starts normally on the tenth of the month, as the stock will be over by that time. Then on an average he look around for a ‘pick pocket’, i.e another term for borrowing from ‘rich’ colleagues. 10th is no such cut off, as many even start it from day one, for reason that the previous months picks have fully been recovered by the ‘rich’. Those who have other means, or miser to the core, live on resources available or as it comes. But I am talking about the ordinary fellow, who is lost before a type-writer for eight hours, with a break for lunch when the art of prying and bitching takes shape and other news such as power, water and DDA. You know, at times the so called misers are a very respectable community, as these lot provide the pick pocket facility. Though bitching is mainly about these people for they do not spent a pie for socialization, they are the ones in deed when in need. .

I do not know what is happening these days, as I am ‘rich’ now and do not wish the days flip by. Type-writer hardly visible. Nostalgia ! Babus have either vanished or still munching ‘mungphalis’, got pot bellied and polluting and counting days for Gratuity, and left over from PF to be ‘rich’. Things, I am certain, have changed. Youngsters are now well off. Though their spending spectrum has widened, they no more look up for a living bank.

I do miss those days, my friends in need, I remember Shri Chokharam, of DPS, my premier bank who use to freely allow me to pick pocket then K S Varghese, who is now settled in Changanassery. He lost his wife and is settled in his Palatial House, all alone, his children away on job elsewhere. C P Jopseph, was another living bank I loot, I have lost contact, for long. He may have settled in his “Manadan” House in Chalakkudy or his Vikaspuri house. There are many more, but for I do not remember, I can not mention their names.

‘Marayya’ came to Delhi when the Vijayawada stock yard closed. He was a Chowkidar at the Delhi Stock Yard of Tata Steel. I remember Marayya with a folding hand, seeking some help for his son be employed in Tata Steel. Satyanarayana joined the Company, as a Chowkidar at the Okhla Stock Yard. A post, his father, Marayya vacated by retirement. Marayya would have been on cloud nine now, as his son – within a span of 15 years – got promoted as Assistant Manager with Tata Steel. A rare achievement for Son of a Watchman. Marayya left the world, a month or two after his son got absorved in Tata Steel. Tata Steel has got four to five generations working for the Company. The Company in turn, look after their folks well. That is why people from Tata Steel proudly say, ‘ I am from TATA’. Like the Indian Army, Tata men truly belong to the Company. Mind you, it is no Corporate – It is Tata Company, always, any doubt, ask any second or third generation Tata men.

Before I forget

Blogging has given me a wonderful note pad to scribble my memories, as memories may fail to support as age goes up.

I owe a lot to two persons for my being in this city of CWG and Asiad, for the past forty years. I will write on those two souls, who are no more in this world. I will also include my friends in 1971, group of job seekers, whose names I have forgotten, but their youthful faces are still clear in my mind. All that later on.

Yes, Delhi was a sleepy – nick named ‘Babu’s city’ in the 70s. The first time it had some awakening was when the Asia 72 exhibition was held in 1972 (The Pragati Maidan was built for that). That was perhaps the first of its kind in Delhi with a gap of many years, or may be I felt it that way being a new Delhi-ite. The year 1971 ended up with the liberation of East Pakistan – renamed ‘Bangladesh’. The war was for 14 days. Those were power cut evenings–in preparation of a bomb attack from Pakistan. The fourteen days were buzzed with the screeching noise of Knat, the Airforce fighter guarding the Delhi skies. The Hindustan Times was full of stories of the advances our Vyjayanthi Tanks made in the Western Sector and the captures our Army made there.

At the end, I remember, the Hindustan Times photograph with General Niazi the Pakistani General with ninety thousand of his troupe surrender before Lt. General Jagatjit Singh Arora, The Turbened Indian General who fought the enemies in East Pakistan and defeated General Niazi. War cemented Mrs. Indira Gandhi’s seat of power and the decline of Congress. The INC (Indian National Congress) had split in 1969 with Freedom Struggle heroes Kamaraj, Nijalingappa, Morarji Desai, K C Abraham et al staying with Official Congress, and IG with artists of sycophancy forming the Congress (I). Of course, the people, as they are, stood with the more glamorous IG team. Some Historians memoired that Bangladesh was an absolute creation for Mrs Gandhi’ for her own sake. I am no historian. Things were becoming bad to worse in the country and Jai Prakash Narain called for a second liberation struggle. People came out wholeheartedly in support of JP and the movement.

The absolute power got shaken. An unnecessary emergency was declared and the Nation was under complete darkness. Thereon it was darkness in the corridors of power, IG, the sycophants and her son Sanjay ruled Delhi like Sultana and Aurangzeb. Fundamental rights were violated by the very people who was to protect them Morarji, Jaiprakash Narain, and all those seemed a threat to her were jailed and tortured. Many were vanished off the scene by all means.
Then India rose up once again. Thanks to our democratic spirit, roots and values, Mrs IG was defeated in her own pet constituency, Rae Bareilly by a lesser known Raj Narain ( He was the comic reliever in the Morarji Desai Government) in the National Elections. Congress was confined to the South, notably Kerala. Thanks to the good deeds and discipline which came with the Emergency in that part of the country. The Jan Sangh also joined hands with the fighters and formed a united Janata Party.

The rebels (so they were called) could not last long, power hungry, Charan Singh, Jagjivan Ram, Chandrasekhar, all together brought the two years old government under Mr. Morarji Desai, (one of the few all clear politicians in the Independent India). The Jansangh portion of the Janata Party also walked out of the Janata Party and formed their BJP. That very formation has disintegrated to regional parties, who horse trade in the centre whenever there is uncertain verdict. They have learned the art of splitting and staying alone.

I am no historian, hence the dates and exactness of the facts may vary. But the essence of the thing is true to the best of my memory. Back to the Bangladesh episode, much hatred were traded between politicians of both nations for their survival. In the recently concluded CWG, Pakistan contingent got the lasting applause after India. That was really heartening. Indians were not welcoming the sports persons from our neighbouring country. We were welcoming our estranged brethren. I felt very good.

Women Power - Law has changed

Indira Gandhi, Sushma Swaraj and Sonia Gandhi – three bigwigs of Indian political spectrum might have had to struggle to stay put in their position as leaders on their own merit. The men dominated political arena leave little space for women to thrive let alone hold formidable positions. But they did it. So do Indira Nooyi, Chanda Kochar and Kiran Shaw Mazumdar in their arenas of business.

The highly decorated Anglican Church has split recently, with five of its Bishops joining the Catholic Church. The Roman Catholic Church welcomed the five with stretched arms with the right to practice their own rite for sacraments. A welcome step towards the consolidation of “Holy Sea”. The Anglican Church, a creation of a British Monarch who wanted to have a mistress with canonical approval, have recently anointed women as Bishops and priests with authority to perform church services in par with the masculine gender. This is intolerable for the believers who strongly consider woman as a byproduct of the sixth rib of man, who coerced Adam to have the forbidden apple of Eden and instigate the first sin. According to Bible, woman is cursed along with Serpant, and therefore does not qualify to be the agent of God. Unable to bear the brunt of woman on the Altar, the five robed Lords switched their order.

Mary Roy, mother of ‘Pulitzer’ Arundhati Roy has earned a place in History. She won a 60 year long legal war in the judicial corridors of Kottayam to New Delhi. The toil was for an equal share of the massive wealth her father had bequeathed on her brothers, in the Rome of the East in God’s own country. The Travencore Christian succession Act, a law enacted in the 19th century, practiced by the Syrian Christian clan, depart only a sum of INR 5000/- or equivalent to the girl child as dowry, which include tythe- the church tax of 10 per cent of the dowry. Ms Roy could not accede to this archaic law. She plead for equal wealth, – crores worth in today’s valuation. Her brothers declined to part with. Church backed the brothers and provided them with arms and ammunition to fight the hapless Lady. She won the battles from the lowest to the the Apex Court of the Land. Even then,it took 25 long years, after winning the war, 1985 – 2010, for the legal fraternity to physically bestow her share of land to her. Win is a Win. Mary Roy, you stand out ! Hats off ! For those girls who are covered under The Travencore Christian Succession Act, please note the law has changed. You too change.

Appreciation unlimited

My yesterdays posting was about her, my wife ! I was planning to put up one for my mother. I need not break my head. I received a beatiful forward from a good friend. Same is copied as such, without any cuts. This registers my apreication and repentence for my mother more than what I could have thought of.

*Story of Appreciation** -
One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.
He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.

The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.

The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none".

The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.

The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.

The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.

The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.

The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: " Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"

The youth answered, " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'

The Director asked, " please tell me your feelings."

The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.

The director said, " This is what I am looking for to be my manager.I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.

Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.

A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first.
He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others.
For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement.
He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more.
If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*

You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV.
But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it.
After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters.
It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way.
You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person.
The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.

You would have forwarded many mails to many and many of them would have back mailed you too...but try and forward this story to as many as possible...this may change somebody's fate... :)