Pedestrian’s path

The travel to and fro work is a big bother especially when you are in India. Well let me be a little more specific, in Bangalore. I however have the luxury of hitching a ride for now with my dad and as luck would have it my internship is not in a location that requires mental and physical preparation of 2 hrs and more as some of the unluckier few have to. India being a multitude of people and a even greater multitude of vehicles, we are faced with a severe lack of infrastructure in the terms of our road and highways. Even a simple footpath for the pedestrians is a foregone conclusion in most areas of the city. And if we do happen to see that footpath, well it is mostly occupied with everything from animals to little tuck shops to beggars to that most important cobbler to chai wallas to even two-wheelers. So where is the place for our pedestrians to exert their right of way?

This morning we almost knocked down a pedestrian who decided to take the next best thing to his footpath, the road! And yes the roads do happen to be like those obnoxiously thin friends of ours who eat and eat and yet don't become fat. Here the roads are so overcrowded with people and yet we don't seem to be waking up to the woes of a failed infrastructure system in the city and in fact for most two wheelers the footpath has become the de facto road to many. While I was out cursing the pedestrian for not using his head and walking in the middle of the road and in all certainty being at the end of his sadistic remarks as well, my dad very calmly says "What else can he do?" Looking back I realize that it was the season of the tender coconut's, who majestically were exerting their right over the footpaths as the new gods of the pedestrian's path.

Wonderful world of Microsoft

Fiddle a little into the enormous utility packages that Microsoft provides and you will realize it is an all encompassing system. My internship this summer for instance required me to prepare a project plan and I had not a clue where to start. At this cross road I come across Microsoft project, which has the complete works making my worries seem distant. Yes the presentation subsequent to that is fulfilled by Microsoft Presentation. Every work related feature is available on this amazing package. My brother for instance is extensively using the one note feature in order to plan an upcoming event at his school.

And here I now sit typing away on my blog, but wait this isn't my blog page. This is another feature within the word document allowing me to access my blog directly from my word document. Hooray for Microsoft.

A 6 year old's note

I have a really strict fameliy.
My mom is a master at yoga.
My dad worcks hard to owne mouny.
My sister is very good at worck.
And i am a very smart boy

and my nani coocks very well.
And my nana allways gives us chocklets
and when you get hurt super doctere is ther to put a bandade
and my nani feedes you to eandage on your hurt !!!!!!

A 6 year old's prayer

Note was written in school, where my uncle and aunt read it when the parents were
invited to school for the K-2 Show N' Tell

love God and me

I don't want anything from God
all I want is to protect my family.
and i want a rase car and i want a truck
and a rumort cotrol car.
and a toy gun.

(Notes from Dev Pereira)

G-MAX

I experienced the fastest, most thrilling bungy in the world at Clarke Quay called G-MAX.(http://www.gmax.co.nz/) The G-MAX was invented in New Zealand by Troy Griffin in 1995. It reaches 60 meters in the air with speeds of up to 200 kph and G Force 5. The poet in me is back talking with reference to the G-MAX seat.

So cold and forlorn on Clarke Quay
Yet every soul glancing her way
Caressing the brave few to lofty heights
With twists and turns into the night

Firm and sturdy built by man
Her metallic hide, lends a hand
The touch of steel calls a foe
Fear arrives so high and so low

With fear and doubt I am embraced
She rocks me with a mothers grace
Her vile smile at an inglorious cues
catapulting towards the velvet skies

Away and beyond I see a starry night
As it moves me in my nauseating plight
Yet beneath in the fluorescent hue
Wonder struck are the scared few

Ode To A Fallen Bird

In memory of the passengers of Air France Flight 447 who lost there lives.

All alone pretentious to the world
Beneath my gleaning wings, passing me by

Likened to a mothers womb
I Caress souls of the human kind

Gracefully across the velvet skies
Far above the oceanic tides

The gentle purring of my capacious engine
At the overtures of my rhythmic beats

Ominous signs on a distant horizon
The hail and the storm distorts my vision

Cautiously I pass through nature's might
with a prayer and a song to please its sight

A blinding light in the stormy night
The sudden swell of the oceanic skies

As silently a cat stalks its prey
Fate did strike on the precious few

Every passing moment like eternity itself
Oblivious to all, in deaths embrace

Spiraling away from the starlit skies
All in one great crimson tide

Recession - Media - Racisism

The racism row in Australia has been making the headlines for the last month. It has shown no signs of weaning its ugly head. This is a matter that has to be addressed diplomatically and on a more neutral platform. Racial attacks in the 21st century should be intolerable by law.But are we too blame as well?

The Bangalore mirror recently had a quote from an Indian living in Australia. I find great solace in knowing that Australia isn't a bad place after all and the recession has a more pandemic effect than initially purports to be. Its filthy teeth has sunk itself into our every walk of life. The quote went as follows :
"The Indians are partly to blame. They do not know how to adapt to a different countries customs."
" Indians believe that rules are meant to be broken and do so when they find no cop around"

I will not agree to this being entirely true with all Indians, but yes those few rotten apples give the rest of us a bad name. As the reports suggest that Indians being attacked are by a majority of drug addicts. A proof to the debacle in world economies. Another reason that potential attackers are racially abusing Indians is over the hype created by our Indian media. Our news channels require fodder like cattle in order to stay afloat in these times of economic down turn. Covering the down turn itself seems a farce so they resort to any and all means to keep there viewership going. This gives anti social elements in society a platform to attack us since our media has stereotyped us as people that can be attacked racially and on the side lines allow these attackers to make a quick buck by looting the victim. We do have a right to defend ourselves, but even the so called peaceful rallies will not lead to any respite from these attacks until our media decides to behave more responsibly and not turn every other story as "Breaking news", until then I pray for the safety of Indians in Australia.