16 Nov 2009

When do we draw the line?

Between Twitter and work I have been neglecting my blog. So when I came across this, I just had to post.

While I admire Intel sticking to its stand and not being intimidated by protests, I feel both are taking extreme views. The middle ground is simple. Intel: When scheduling work, understand the sentiment and budget for it. Employees: If your other colleagues are working, when you are observing the Sabbath, it only makes sense that you work when they are on holiday (like Sunday)

29 Aug 2009

Go PC

It has been a long time since I blogged. But this recent headline got my attention.

VIPs removed from X category security. More removals in the coming days. In a follow up to my previous post this is a great development for India. Let us respect these brave men and women rather than making them some ornaments of display. Let us have them working to protect the tax payers from 26/11 like incidents rather than being a status symbol for over blown egos.

Go Chidambaram!!!

14 Mar 2009

Elections are around the corner.

Well, every time you put on the news there is talk about elections. There was an article the other day about how a majority of the countries in the world will be holding elections in 2009. While an overdose of news channels has made us insensitive to many issues, this was one thing that seemed to linger in my head.

We crib; we curse; we complain that the government doesn’t do anything. But if you really go to look at it, nothing will change until we change. An awesome video on the subject was brought out by the TOI lead India team.



Another effort in this direction is the Jaago Re campaign . Started by Tata tea they help you deal will all the bureaucracy surrounding registering as a voter. They are people on a mission. So much so that they got a video made by the band Thermal and a Quarter. Nothing great but still a step in the right direction.



However, it reminds me of two videos the power of one and Micheal Jackson’s Man in the mirror.




As MJ (who, by the way, is on a comeback tour in England) says in the song:

I'm Starting With The Man In The Mirror
I'm Asking Him To Change His Ways
And No Message Could Have Been Any Clearer
If You Wanna Make The World A Better Place
Take A Look At Yourself, And Then Make A Change

So what are you waiting for? Jaago Re .

21 Feb 2009

Is this the beginning of the end?

Obama managed to push through his $ 787 Billion stimulus plan. Lots of people are talking about this being the beginning of the end of the recession.

But, according to this link his approval ratings are falling. While I have a problem with the sample size being a little too small to make such conclusions, I can't help realize that this might also be the beginning of the end of the media's love for Obama.Hate to say "I told you so"

12 Feb 2009

Latest in Reality TV

Guess who wins the prize of best reality show? Why our news channels after all. First Raj Thackeray. Now Mutalik. They have made stars of these little known people.

Is there nothing that you will stoop to in order to increase your TRP ratings?

Well. The recession is here. Jobs are disappearing and everyone is talking about how the internet generation is learning to live the way people did before the arrival of the dot com. Can we hope for the same in the media space that reverts us back to the age of 20 min news updates twice or thrice a day?

11 Feb 2009

Democracy In India

http://www.hinduonnet.com/thehindu/holnus/000200902111674.htm
Hyderabad (PTI): The Andhra Pradesh Assembly on Wednesday plunged into turmoil after 46 MLAs, including TDP leader Chandrababu Naidu, were suspended from the House and some of them clashed with marshals leaving two members injured.

The two injured members were among the MLAs belonging to the TDP, TRS, CPI and CPI(M) who faced disciplinary action after they continued to persist with their demand for a debate on the alleged money laundering by Sandur Power Company and 12 other subsidiaries promoted by Chief Minister Y S Rajasekhara Reddy's son Jaganmohan Reddy.

When the suspended MLAs refused to vacate the House, marshals (plain clothes policemen) tried to physically remove them resulting in TDP MLA Vem Narender Reddy sustaining an injury on his right wrist while his party colleague Payyavula Keshav suffered a head injury when the marshals pushed him on to a glass door that broke in the melee.

Finance and Legislative Affairs Minister K Rosaiah, however, later told the Assembly that the two TDP MLAs did not receive any injuries and they were only trying to cover-up their crime of assaulting the marshals in the House.

The Uttar Pradesh assembly had witnessed similar unruly scenes on Tuesday. Trouble began on Wednesday when some TDP MLAs rushed to the well of the House and pleaded with Speaker K R Suresh Reddy to allow a debate on the money laundering issue.

The Speaker adjourned the proceedings twice to restore normalcy but to no avail. He then named the protesting members and asked Legislative Affairs Minister to move a resolution for their suspension. Accordingly, Rosaiah moved the motion which was carried by voice vote.

By the time the resolution for their suspension was passed, the protesting TDP MLAs resumed their seats but the Speaker asked them to leave the House. As the TDP members stayed put, the Speaker called the marshals in to evict the MLAs.

At that stage, TDP MLAs Vem Narender Reddy, Devineni Umamaheswara Rao, Ch Ayyannapatrudu, Talasani Srinivas Yadav and Sayanna objected to their physical eviction from the House and tried to push the marshals away.

The marshals used force to remove some of the MLAs and then tried to evict senior MLA Nagam Janardhan Reddy. At one point, they surrounded Opposition Leader Chandrababu Naidu as well but the TDP MLAs stood as a shield and prevented his eviction.

Chief marshal Gajapati Raju pleaded with Naidu and other MLAs to leave the House but the TDP MLAs tore the agenda papers and flung them in the air. As the marshals increased force to evict the TDP MLAs, TRS MLA Harish Rao joined his colleagues and pushed the marshals aside.

With the marshals unrelenting despite pleas by the MLAs that they would leave the House after a protest, senior TDP MLA Dhulipalla Narendra Kumar attacked the chief marshal. Former deputy speaker K Harishwar Reddy uprooted a mike and tried to hit the chief marshal and others but his colleague K Atchannaidu prevented him.

As the unruly scenes continued, Speaker Suresh Reddy first ordered discontinuation of the live telecast of House proceedings and later adjourned the House for 15 minutes.

Even after the House was adjourned, the marshals tried to continue their operation but all the opposition MLAs protested in unison forcing them to retreat. The opposition MLAs then sat quietly inside the House. Panchayat Raj Minister J C Diwakar Reddy went to CPI floor leader Ch Venkat Reddy and urged him not to precipitate the situation.

As the protest continued inside the House, floor leaders of opposition parties met the Speaker in his chamber and condemned the marshals' high-handedness.

Meanwhile, the Assembly security personnel vented their ire on mediapersons who were recording the scenes in the lobbies by trying to forcibly disconnect the camera cables as the incident was being telecast live.

As the marshals forcibly tried to disperse the mediamen, they strongly protested and the issue was taken to the notice of the Speaker.

Meanwhile, the chief marshal mobilised a strong posse of marshals drawn from the city task force and all of them rounded up the suspended MLAs inside the House. With folded hands, Gajapati Raju pleaded with Chandrababu Naidu to leave the House. He also had a word with former Speaker and TDP senior leader Yanamala Ramakrishnudu following which the Opposition MLAs walked out on their own.

Enough said.

6 Feb 2009

Eulogy

The following is the text of the eulogy given by one of my cousins at the passing away of my Grandmother a few days ago. It is more to preserve her memory than anything else. However, it is a nice read when you have the time.



When I was asked to speak about Aunty Maggie this evening, I was faced with two choices.
One, I could mourn her death.
Two, I could celebrate her life.

Ladies & Gentlemen, I have chosen:

To celebrate her life;

To rejoice at the warm, loving and large-hearted person she was;

To treasure her perfectly played out roles of wife, mother, grandmother, relation and friend;

To revere the memory of her 85 years of life and 60 years of married life;

To cherish her small army of 7 children and 17 grandchildren;

To applaud her great love for both human beings and animals;

To recall the wonderful cook and gracious hostess she was;

To marvel at her monumental memory, which would readily recall not just dates of birth, but also weights at birth;

And to venerate her noble attitude of holding no grudges, and letting bygones be bygones.

Words, however finely crafted, can never pay tribute to someone like Aunty Maggie. So let me share with you some vignettes of Aunty Maggie’s life, that reveal the kind of person she was.

Aunty Maggie was a great teller of ghost stories. ‘Paulu’ and ‘Foka’ were the names of the principal ghosts who kept her grandchildren simultaneously enthralled and terrified!

Aunty Maggie’s skills at finance and bargaining were truly formidable. Her children have fond memories of how she would sit at her window at ‘Holy Cross View,’ the Empress of All She Surveyed. Along would come this fisherman and place his basket by her window. Aunty Maggie would run a critical eye over the catch, and then ask him to quote for it. He would mention a figure, say Rs 400/-. Now you or I would probably counter that with something like Rs 200/-. But Aunty Maggie was made of sterner stuff! She would come back with, hold your breath, 5 rupees! Then the hard bargaining would start, and it would end with Aunty Maggie getting the fish she wanted for the kind of price that we could only dream of. Let me just say that, had Aunty Maggie been in charge of Wall Street, there would be no global financial crisis today, except perhaps for some slight recession in the fishing industry!

One of Aunty Maggie’s outstanding features was her radiant smile. She was one of the few people who would not just talk to you, but would sit you down, hold your hand, smile at you and then speak. But let me tell you about the only recorded occasion when she did not smile! I had a small part in this episode, and as usual, played villain! A cousin of mine and I were supposed to drop Zina back to ‘Holy Cross View’ by 10 p.m., after a function. Unfortunately, we were ten minutes late. Aunty Maggie would neither smile at us nor speak to us that night. We reached Zina to the door and fled the scene furtively like two guilty culprits. Zina was thoroughly embarrassed and asked Aunty Maggie, ”Ma, why didn’t you smile at them and talk to them?” The answer was vintage Aunty Maggie: “Kashen thanchekade ulovnchen putha? Haven mujhen set galuvnk na!” (How could I talk to them child, I haven’t put my dentures)

I do not mean to be flippant, but I am sure that, more than anyone else, Aunty Maggie would not want any of us to sit in a corner with a long face today.

After Zina’s children Akil & Zara were born in Mangalore, Zina recounts how they made the journey to Bangalore on each occasion, with Aunty Maggie in the car, clutching the infant lovingly to herself, not willing to put the child down, throughout the seven or eight hours it took to reach their destination. I am quite certain that until then, and since then, no two infants have had a more comfortable journey from Mangalore to Bangalore!

Let me recite a poem, which is appropriate for today’s situation. It was written by a woman who was close to her mother who had passed away. It goes like this:

Missing Mamma

The sun came up this morning;
It wasn't very bright.
My dark mood casts a shadow;
It's hard to see the light.

We all have just one mother
Now her life on earth is done,
The emptiness and loss we feel
Make it hard to see the sun.

Gone is not forgotten;
Her love remains behind;
She's traveled a new direction -
Love knows no space or time.

We will always love her.
She’ll care for us above.
She’ll send starlight and rainbows
To remind us of her love.

Tomorrow is a brand new day;
May the pain and sadness lighten.
We will remember all her love,
And then the sky will brighten.


Let me end quoting the celebrated Italian conductor Arturo Toscanini, who constantly exhorted his musicians: Play with your hearts, not your instruments.


Ladies & Gentlemen, I unhesitatingly proclaim, that in the sweet symphony that was Aunty Maggie’s life, she played only with her heart.


Thank you.

My Grandmother
By Victoria L Payne


In my Rose Garden of memories
I see you standing there
An angel in disguise
Who taught me how to care.

I long to hear your voice
For real, not in my dreams.
I miss you so much these days
How empty my world seems.

People say time heals all wounds
Some day the pain will subside.
But Grandma I can tell you
I think they must have lied.

The days go by without you
So dreary and so bleak.
The emptiness I’m feeling now
Is strong and I am weak.

In my Rose Garden of memories
I know you’ll always be
For though you’re gone from this mortal world
In my heart you’ll always be.