INSIGHTFUL TALKS, QUIRKY WRITINGS ON INDIA…

Train-tracks in a pickle

Traintracks in a pickle Wonder why railway lines exist, if only to be used sparingly? As they say in hindi “aachar daalna hai kya”? ” are they to be made a pickle out of, never to be used”? The case in point is the Carmelaram to Yeshwantpur, or rather, Hosur to Yeshwantpur track. A wonderful route , which could save time, traffic , pollution and so much more for so many commuters that it belies beleif. It cuts across the city from the South East to the North West. It has a journey time of less than 40 mins, which would otherwise take multiple cars about 2 hours each. But then, belying belief, the track is used by a Demu ( or a local train), only twice in the day. Once in the morning and once at night. Wow– having such a wonderful route, lying barely used . If you had to reach Yeshwantpur from the southside, a train every 30 minutes on this route would be such a blessing. Cutting the traffic and the chaos by far. But, no such luck – you ask the MLA and he blames the State Govt. Ask the State Govt and they blame the Central Govt -since the railways belong to them. Ask the Central govt and they might ask you to go jump or go to Japan, to ride their bullet trains. But we will stay this way. Sad isn’t it. Such is the sad state of Karnataka anyway. Everything, to become functional, has to have a morcha or a dharna staged. Maybe the new CM @HDKumaraswamy will take note this time....

This land, our own

This land- our own? by Aina Rao | Feb 11, 2017 | Every now and then comes a post that shakes you and makes you want to cry. A 2 year old who wants to die as a refugee ?This is so.. unbelievable – it belies belief itself. Who gives us the right to kick others out of a land, a place, a country even? Who are we to call a place our own and not that of others? Who decides what we own? It is very easy to forget that we ourselves are living on borrowed time, on land that has never been ours. We mark our territories thinking and assuming that they belong to us. When in fact nothing is ours for keeps. One fine day, we will leave this earth too.. we have to.. its not ours.. it has never been. To all the bigots out there.. the aces and the trumps.. don’t forget that you are just an insect in the vast expanse of the universe. The walls, the regulations, the restrictions you make, just a creation of your imagination. You think you rule this earth.. Read on..from Kabir, the 16th century saint : ” mati kahe kumbhar se tu kya ronde mohe ik din aisa aiyega mai rondogi tohe” ” Clay says to the potter- are you kneading me today , wait for the day when i will knead you into dust…” Regards Aina Rao www.amblingindian.com Post from CNN below http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/manitoba/manitoba-refugees-border-crossing-1.3972374 ———————————————————————————- After the quirky characters- the amblingindians and the blog, here comes… A fun story on India–Bollywood, IITs, IIMs, politics  & more, a...

A happy mother’s day

A happy mother’s day!    This mother’s day, for some reason, a thought came to mind- what about all the mothers out there who are struggling to feed, bring up and grow their children against all odds- poverty, wars and calamities? What can we do as fellow mothers to make their lives a bit easier? An organisation springs to mind. It is an organisation with a story. Many years back, I read this story and for some reason, it just stayed on in memory( some stories are indeed so powerful). Many more years ago, a lady was running a school in Lucknow, educating poor children. She saw a mother of four breaking a piece of bread into four parts to feed all of them. A piece of bread was all she could afford with her sparse earnings, as a chikankari worker. The middlemen took all the profit. The lady educator realised education was not enough. She took it on, to create a self help group for these women, to create and sell their own chikankari work directly to the buyers. Thus augmenting their income. Over years, the Self help group grew by leaps and bounds, and established itself as a known name for chikankari products. Beautifully embroidered kurtis, sarees, Dupattas and more; mostly sold through exhibitions they hold. Training, advocacy,skill building activities- everything came under their banner. Awards and accolades- including the Bharat Ratna poured in for the lady who started it all ; but the biggest award of all – in my view – is the difference she made to the lives of many mothers and their children, The organisation...
The Flavours of Service

The Flavours of Service

The Flavours of Service….   The last week was a different one. I got to taste many flavours of something for the first time. It wasn’t icecream- just something more novel.   The first flavour was at the local Canara bank. Is it imagination or something else. Whenever I walk into.a public sector undertaking can’t help get the feeling that the bubbonic plague may be more welcome here than a customer.   A simple request to open a bank account was greeted by a ping pong reply pushing us to the next and the next cashier who to our consternation was also processing cheques, deposits, new card requests, and more with a sleight of the hand that would be the envy of any magician.   With one side glance at us she declared ” No account without Aadhar or Pan Card”. Yes, dear- but this time we were prepared- having heard that oft- repeated slogan many a times. Producing the precious two documents didn’t suffice though; for she needed photocopies. And then we asked innocently ” Can you not take a photocopy in here?” which evinced a curt reply” No- it’s the customer’s duty to get the copies”.   Feathers being ruffled, I didn’t give up. ” Madam, we are customers . You are the service provider. Please understand our problem. The photocopying shop is quite far and we need to rush back “. Not much use though, for back came a quick repartee from the bank staffer “I am not your servant”. I was now truly gobsmacked. Servants, service and so on. What did these terms mean? Will...

This land- our own?

Every now and then comes a post that shakes you and makes you want to cry. A 2 year old who wants to die as a refugee ?This is so.. unbelievable – it belies belief itself. Who gives us the right to kick others out of a land, a place, a country even? Who are we to call a place our own and not that of others? Who decides what we own? It is very easy to forget that we ourselves are living on borrowed time, on land that has never been ours. We mark our territories thinking and assuming that they belong to us. When in fact nothing is ours for keeps. One fine day, we will leave this earth too.. we have to.. its not ours.. it has never been. To all the bigots out there.. the aces and the trumps.. dont forget that you are just an insect in the vast expanse of the universe. The walls, the regulations, the restrictions you make, just a creation of your imagination. You think you rule this earth.. Read on..from Kabir, the 16th century saint : ” mati kahe kumbhar se tu kya ronde mohe ik din aisa aiyega mai rondogi tohe” ” Clay says to the potter- are you kneading me today , wait for the day when i will knead you into dust…” Regards Aina Rao www.amblingindian.com Post from CNN below...
Shame on you Shoma

Shame on you Shoma

The Tarun Saga is nearing its logical conclusion. Tarun goes behind bars ? Waiting and watching with bated breaths to see what happens next. But, in all this drama, what of Shoma? Is her resignation good enough ? Should she not be behind bars as well, to have circumvented the law , with her clever ploys to ignore and slander the complainant ? If not anything else, Shoma , you are a disgrace to womankind and humankind. Not just a  rude and downright uncivil member of society. Do you realise, you have done an immense injustice to the woman in question, and also to the cause of humans at large. A woman feels safe when she can talk to another one, especially about matters so private, so personal, so humiliating. And what does she expect in return? Empathy, at least.  Being a woman yourself , the least you could have done was to recognise her complaint and act on it. Not take sides, just institute an enquiry, as the law demanded, and as common concern would have . But no, you chose the circuitous route , to dodge the law, for what joy, pray? Please , fellow peoples , the next time another one of our tribe follows the “Shoma Law” please do not spare them. Do not let them get away with just resignation or recluse as some even more clever people call it. Ostracise them , boo them , bully them and send them behind bars. For that’s where they belong.. For the cause of womankind.. for the cause of mankind.. Lets do it now. Regards , The...