March 21, 2011

So, I had planned a dinner at Sigree, Hyderabad ( and we went there.
No doubt it is an over priced restaurant. A dinner for 4 at 2000 Rs. is expensive in Hyderabad !

The food is okayish and I felt they did not really have a wide spread of vegetarian dishes one could choose from. I had eaten at Sigree in Pune a year or so ago and was probably guessing what I was getting into. The food there was okayish. Nothing really to brag about. In Pune and Hyderabad. For a change, yeah you can visit the place. The alcohol though, is terribly over priced.



God and Its formats

March 20, 2011

To know that the Gods as idols and human imagination projected as idols can be misleading. How can we be sure that the image that we see of Lord Krishna or Shiva or any other God, today, is the exact way They look ? If tradition of the Lords is to be believed who have been worshiped since eternity then there is marked difference between how Lord Shiva would have looked in the yore and how He ‘looks’ today. So if Lord Shiva had to manifest to someone, I am betting He will manifest in the way His image is seen these days, or the way He ‘looks’ these days. Which then forces me to wonder, is it our mind that is making these things up for us ?

The Muslims were clever, they never kept any photos or idols.So, no one manifesting there huh.

There are many schools of thought which say if you dedicatedly call on Him for 48 hours or so, rest assured He will manifest. I am not a doctor nor a big deal into neurotic disorders, but I am guessing, since the manifestation is of the current image of the Lord that we have made, it is our mind which is making us believe that He is here. I mean, look at it from the minds point of view. You have tortured that organ for so long. It wants some relief, so it will give you what you want. Its like mountain expeditions where the lack of Oxygen produces hallucinations. You want to see Clint Eastwood, you will see him.

Also, if the manifestation formula is to be believed, i wonder what a Buddhist sees. Nothingness ? Well, then that nothingness is manifesting everyday ! Lucky you Buddhists.

Also, if there actually is a conglomerate of the Lords, who ever decided to make the universe ? Did They divide the work ? Did They even exist before the universe was ? I am sure there was some religion and God even before Jesus Christ paid a visit. Still the man was believing in ‘something’.

The other day I was at a Christian faith healers place listening to a sermon and he was correctly pointing out a few fallacies. He was also of the opinion that one should not become an idolater and keep praying to the cross all the time. Well, after some time, it was prayer time. Where people got down on their knees and were being led by this brother.
I also went down on my knees and started praying with others, a minute into the prayer and I was shocked to hear the prayer words that were being said. I am a sinner and do not deserve mercy but my Great Lord Jesus is so great that He loves me. Lord forgive me.. I am a sinner… sinner sinner ! Damn. I could not take that anymore. I am not a sinner. I did nothing wrong! For a moment I opened my eyes and looked around and I saw people weeping. Inconsolably. I thought man, most of them look like normal everyday people, they probably have never even conned the government and people around. A few lies may have been said but they have all been due to the consequence driven fears that the society has fed us. But I only wondered if all people around me were really such murderers or killers or mother/wife beaters or evil doers that they felt so repentful about. After another minute or so, I felt like a sinner myself. For not crying with the others. ‘God save me from evil’ they said. I wondered, if evil is a force outside of God. What can one be saved from really, when everything is Him ! I wonder what mental phenonmenon can this be termed as.

To pray and to get closer to divinity is always associated with pain and suffering. Of course, praying itself really means that you have separated yourself from God and that you accept and acknowledge that there is a God who will show some mercy if you beg and plead.
If we all have ultimately made God in our images, I would really like to have a motherly image of my God. With whom I can be at peace with and who will just want me to be close and thing would be smoother.

God ?

March 20, 2011
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USPs of Religion

January 18, 2011

Comparative study of many paths will lead us to believe a few common USPs that every school of thought subscribes to and makes all it students subscribe to the same.

I will try to write in a few words what otherwise should be a size of the dictionary.

To be happy is the ultimate aim, for any human being. There is no one way that will take a man to a higher frequency of vibration that he is already vibrating at. Assuming that the highest frequency of vibration will be the ultimate state of oneness with the universe. Where the subject and object have all melted. Where the knower, the knowing and the known are One.

Of a lot of study I have done on various paths that disparate schools of thought offer, I can now, easily point out that almost all of them are just advertising themselves as ‘The path’.I am extremely pained when I see some common USPs, which I will list out later here, which are common across all schools. It is appalling to know how most of them have forgotten themselves and thus made others forget, that theirs is just a device for a man to get on to a path. Condemning other paths and even comparison may not be the right thing to do. At this point it is also extremely important for the student to know that without trying out a couple of paths, to know which is the right one or rather the suited one is a difficult choice to make.

Here is what you will hear from almost every school of philosophy you will attend. With my interlocutory injunctions.

You are a chosen one to be on this path. You have practised this in some previous life time and thus are drawn to this path.

— Yeah, if it didnt help me then,

I dont know if it will help me now. It is very fortunate of you to have chosen to walk this path, since one out of thousand think about it, one out of those thousand who think, will know about it. One amongst those thousand who know about it will actually walk it. Like you are.

— Typical feel good words given to make the mind at ease.

Dont divulge whatever is being taught to you to other people.

— why ? Is what you teach illegal ? If someone will listen to it, if
it is in sync with his thought process, will only bring more people to this path.

Everyone, almost, will try to show you down and show you another path, refuse to even listen.
— why? since we have brainwashed you and we want your money son.

Just put your faith in us and we will see to it that your process of attaining nirvana is smoothed.

— if someone could do that externally, wow.

Our guru has taken the karma of so many of his disciples and thence so many of his disciples are doing well.

— you can be sure, he aint taking none of yours !

Practising what we preach,is going to help you, your neighbors, your family and even your ancestors who are dead already.

— talk about globalisation. Relax. That aint happening.

If a person is intelligent enough, the question gets pushed one ladder up. The answer when the question cannot really be answered, is thrown behind the abstraction of a previous incarnation or karma.

The stellar award goes to the statement where things are pushed into some previous incarnation.
For ex., just out of co-incidence, if one is practising vipassana, it said approximately after 7 births of walking the path, will one become a Buddha, but, who knows which birth this is ?

It wont be out of point to understand the power of our own minds. The mind will give you what you want! Its something like its own disaster recovery system. If you are in an illusory world of feeling that being in the company of a sage you will feel lightened, your mind will make sure you get that experience, since the fella is so tired of you making yourself believe that such a phenomenon is possible.

There really is no help available from outside. We can read books and read a few stories and learn a few tricks to fool the mind. Till the time we have learned to go within and surrender to our Selves, and take shelter within, there is nothing that is going to help. Each of us are responsible for our individual beings.

Anti voting

December 15, 2010

Voting by SMS has become a very common way people vote for their favorites on TV shows. Of course, not many of us even realise how much we are being ripped by the SMSs we send.
On popular shows, there are thousands and thousands of SMS supporting a particular individual or team.

However hard it may be for me to believe that there are people actually who are spending money in airing their voice in support for their chosen one, I believe there also should be a system which lets the money spending people say which are the most despicable fellas on the same show ! Yea ? Think about it. We have A,B,C and D participating. Over time, I develop liking for C and am ready to spend money to vote for C. This is where the current format of the SMS based voting stops. Now, over this same time I developed liking for C I also had some disliking for A and tremendous disliking for D. There is no way, at the moment where I can say that C should win and D should lose, in my opinion.

Wouldn’t it be great if there was a non-vote for participants as well ? The channels and the mobile service providers could make even more money and the most deserving fellow, per me will have one vote for him/her and the most undeserving fellow, per me, will have one vote against !

Can I get some royalty for this genuine, mind-boggling, never before thought idea ? 😉

P.S: I think this idea could also snowball into the general elections for the country. I can vote for and against different parties. That would be a true demonstration of democracy. I love to use my self coined word, democrazy !! If I am allowed to vote for who will be the governing body, I should also be able to vote who should never make it to the governing body. My voice. My vote.

Green Recruiting

December 10, 2010

I don’t understand the hoopla behind conducting interviews.
Only a select bunch of fellas who, I don’t know whether they realise the power of hiring an efficient workforce, conduct interviews. Many of us including me, end up actually showing off the skills and talents we have rather than evaluating the other fella. I am improving though and have become an active and an alert listener.

My problem is with the paper used in interview(s).

Lets take a guess. On a weekend, in Hyderabad, say about 10 companies are conducting interviews. Say about 150 people turn up as the cumulative total of the interviews. So its 150 people going in for 10 interviews.So assuming each one of them takes only one resume, taking 5 pages as an average resume size, it turns out to 5 X 150 sheets of paper. Which is, 750 sheets of paper. A google shows that a tree makes 16.67 reams of copy paper or 8,333.3 sheets. So, things are still looking ‘green’. For now, I am ignoring the ‘xerox’ Photocopied certificates and photographs.
Assuming all of the candidates will go to all of the companies => 750 X 10 = 7500 sheets of paper. Whoooa. We have just helped in cutting off one tree ! Well, nearly. A tree for a day, just for evaluating people ? That is crazy behavior. Its about 4 trees a month. And about 50 trees a year. How many of us actually even plant one tree a year. Ok, one tree in 5 years ? None. The above is a bare minimum example. I have discounted too many people and too many interviews on working days.

For a few minds which want to hide behind saying the paper is already there, the tree is already killed ! I say, they are killing the trees because you want the darn paper. Stop the want for paper and the trees will live. Its high school economics. Demand and supply.

What if, we could all just digitize the entire process.Once when Hyderabad had an able leader, many offices were run paper free. Can we not just conduct paper free interviews ? How hard is it. All the candidates attending can bring in their USBs or floppy drives or CDs or DVDs. Arranging a laptop or a computer isn’t a big deal assuming the hiring is all done by IT majors. Yeah, we are assuming we have some solid anti-virus installed. And the resume could just move levels as a memory stick. How hard it can be ? All the certs could be scanned and verified too. At least for the evaluation purpose. usage of bio metrics should be used as well. Not too expensive to get finger print registering machines. Bio register the candidate. Finger print the fella. Avoid asking for photographs. This way, you can even make sure the guy joining and the guy giving the interview are the same people.

I am awfully and probably painfully surprised by the way the companies go about beating their jungle drums on being environment friendly and still overlook such simple things which can save so much of deforestation.
Its appalling to understand all the big wigs. All the big mouths. None of them could even think of this till date. If it was in our hands to save the earth and we did not even take a step for it, shame on us.

My experiences with the sea

September 23, 2010

I have never been to the sea before. The only time I remember I went there was when I was probably 7 or 8. There were only two things I distinctly remember about going to the beach. One, when the waves receded the sand below my tiny feet also went away and I reeled. Suddenly I was in my hindi language class in the school. ‘Bacho, Pairo tale zameen khisakne ka matlab hai ki chakit ho jana’. That line which the teacher used to explain the phrase roughly equivalent to loosing ground from under the feet meant to be shocked, well, almost. Damn. That teacher lied to me she doesn’t even know that the land from below feet can actually move !! Jesus Christ, I wanted to look up, whats happening to our education system. Anyway I fumbled and groped for the tall legs of people I had come with and finally felt secure. The human need of a shoulder to hang on to was very evident. Legs, in my case. The only other thing I remember from the beach are my little legs covered from their head to toe with sand. Some of it would always be stuck on the skin and would never go away, how much ever I tried. When I exclaimed this with surprise to the elders with me they replied, well, what did you expect? Your legs be covered with flowers ? Now that was a double doze for that little mind of mine to understand. I was trying to get around knowing the fact that sand on the beach can actually stick, quite literally, to my skin and then the alter thought implanted in me, feet covered with flowers. I wondered if there were beaches of flowers somewhere. I missed my dad accompanying us then. He would explain everything to this little overly inquisitive mind of mine, including why the bogies were loosely coupled to each other on a moving train. I guess, if being extremely curious about everything and repeatedly asking that to everyone till I could remember it was to be a kid syndrome, I would be the best sample the drug research labs could work on.

So, I went to Puri recently and went to the sea. The beach is fondly called the Golden beach. The old thoughts of a ‘flower beach’ suddenly resurfaced. If I were a kid still, I would have thought the beach was made of Gold! Almost effortlessly the song, fields of gold, rung in my head. The last time I heard that song, I couldn’t stop humming it everywhere. I love Sting’s songs. I anyway somehow got rid of the tune and reminded myself to be the Buddha. To be only an observer. To be aware of everything including and excluding myself. The first thing that caught my attention was the gigantic nature of the sea. It is so big! Huge waves and a lot of breeze. The other immediate thing were the birds around, crows mainly, which were on a little trip of their own.Just hanging in the air there. No flapping of the wings. No movement. Nothing. Just precariously balancing their bodies and the body’s weight just smoothly and effortlessly sailing along with the waves 0f breezes. Just suspended. Wow. So, I had tested the waters or tested the beach sand, so to say. I was prepared to get a taste of how it feels like to enter the sea on feet, at least on the shore.

Next morning, I set foot out to hit the sea. Was alone soul so all the usual asiatic doubts like, What do I wear and go, what if someone steals my clothes while I am at the sea flooded my already tsunami hit mind. Scared of such thoughts, I just set out in a swimming trunk and towel. I had nothing to be stolen from. Some peace of mind. With the gushing breeze running through my gradually balding head. I walked towards the sea excitedly, not a wee bit intimidated by the huge water body. It was time for me to enter the waters. It was a strange feeling, being a water sign and having learnt swimming in the swimming pools, I had never been to the big home of the fish, the sea.Finally, I was ready. With all the grit and research of how many people the sea can swallow and after carefully evaluating my chances of being alive I started walking towards the white waters. The first touch of a small wave was exciting. Then I looked around and saw people wading in deeper, relative to where I originally was. If they can, I can. The usually asleep competitive trait in me woke up. So I decided to be strong and dared and walked towards the sea a little more. A relatively bigger wave hit me almost trying to push me to the ground. And I stood there like a warrior. Trying to dig my feet into the sand below. I could feel the sand drifting away from below me. The old excited memories came back. The more I dug my foot in the more I felt the power of the sea pulling me inside. But I stood ground. I am a strong warrior after all. Or atleast I can act like one. But can the sea be fooled by facades of acting strong. I wondered. Then, I dared again and walked a few feet further in. A huge wave hit me and took me off my feet and nearly threw me to where I was standing originally. I was’nt hurt.
Just some water went into my mouth and I spat. Damn, so much of salt. If you had a heart, you would have blood pressure problems, I yelled within myself. I grinned at the sea and stood again. I looked around and saw a strange thing people did. Many of them would turn their backs whenever a huge wave came towards them. I wondered what purpose it served. But I am an observer at heart. So I studied them and their reactions carefully. It wasn’t too long before I had almost cracked what they felt.

So I decided to do it myself and walked back into the sea. A wave arose and it was running towards me like it wants to get me and I turned my back towards it. Nothing happened. No, I know what should happen. It was just a slight nudge. May be it was a warning to sod off. Ok, I guess may be I need a bigger wave. So I wait, watching a few little waves come and go. Then came my wave. A big one. I turned my back and held firm to the ground, I didn’t even know what to expect, in a way. And then the wave hit me and it lifted me up and gently placed me back to where I was thrown earlier. I was just floating.
Finally some respect. What a feeling. To be carried away by the waves. I wanted more of it. Now I knew what the technique was. It just took a keen observation of people, a trait I learned early in life. Now I thought the sea was at my command and I was like the old pirate with a bandana and with a cigarette in the mouth and a bottle of alcohol in another. I know what ‘size’ of a wave I needed to have the fun and moreover I thought I knew how to do it.

Alrighty, here I come, I hollered and went back in. This time there was a mightier wave. Well, multiple waves coupled together, which I realised only at the end of it all. Could there actually be so many waves rising together. Well, the moon has its own laws of attraction I guess. As I gauged a wave and turned my back to it just about when it was to hit me, it carried me. But it wasnt the way I had expected it. I wasnt on the top of the wave, like I was earlier. I was not floating. I had water all over me.I was ‘in’ the wave ! And to rub salt, ah well, to the wound, I was quite a distance from the shore. All the fears of being swept into the sea crammed in my head. Swim. As I started moving my legs and hand a huge wave smashed me down to the ground and I was bouncing quite literally towards the shore. With my chest and abdomen skin being brushed against the sand below every time I touched the bottom, I had to think fast. All my calculations went wrong. Is it the time to turn to the God. Turn. I said to myself and swiftly changed my position in one quick action, somewhat like turning parallel to the wave. So I was gently rolled back to where I had began, yet again. I quickly checked my self. No blood, thankfully. It had hurt so bad. Did the sea feel bad about my comments on it not having a heart ? I just sat where it had placed me, in a reverie that may be the sea ultimately does have a heart. It even has so many secrets. Must have one hell of a heart to hold so much! Oblivious to the wave in front of me, I just gazed long into the sea and out of no where, another high wave hit me and pushed me further from where I was. This was the farthest I was thrown so far. The power was so much that if I were sitting a tad to close, I think the waves would have thrown me back to my hotel !

Alright. Enough, I hollered. And walked back to my hotel. My legs covered with sand. Bringing back foggy photos of a childhood visit to the sea. My legs, longer than before were yet again covered with sand.Now my body had become a lot more grains of sand than what it was. I was just hoping the grains of sand dont accumulate over my tummy, over the years. Wishful thinking. I went back planning for my sojourn with the sea the next day.

The next day, I was scared, when someone told me that the current can be very strong sometimes and the sea has pulled in many a bodies. My thoughts of my silent comments to the sea the day before came seeping through. Could the sea read someones mind ? The sea will definitely swallow me today, I thought. Still, I walked back thinking of simply apologising to the sea and coming back. So I walked to the sea in all my clothing and shoes. I made peace with the sea in my heart and wanted to walk back. The moment I turned, at least one more time I can touch the waters, I thought. Who knows when I will return. So I decided to just wander in a bit and return immediately. I took my shoes off and placed them at a safe distance. No, there is no way my shoes will go missing. They are too huge for anyone to steal, so they’d be useless to steal and have mass enough so the breeze wont fly them away. I could only imagine my shoes being suspended in the air like the little birds were balancing themselves. LOL, I said. and walked towards the sea. I should take a picture of me in the waters. I was alone, so I walked towards where there were a few people. So I could request someone to click a pic for me.

As I walked away from my dear shoes, I repeatedly turned back to check if my shoes were there.They were there all the while. So, finally, someone obliged and clicked a photo. I walked back looking at the pic. How stupid can one be. He clicked the photo when my eyes were closed, in their regular natural activity of blinking. As I slid back my cam into my pockets and looked up, quite automatically, at my shoes. One of them was gone!

WTF, I said, why would anyone steal just one shoe. I quickly looked around and the place was empty with no people. Who comes to the sea at 6 am ! Then, like lightning striking the neurons of my mind inside and a stream of a single enlightening bolt hitting me, I doubted the sea and turned my head towards it.

There it was.

A huge piece of rubber just floating like 5 feet away from the shore. A huge tide must have swallowed it. Shit. I had already apologised to the sea and yet it harms me. It surely doesnt have a heart ! Then I wanted to wade in and get it. But I had my day clothes on and didnt want them to get wet since I had to leave that day and I did not have time to have them dried so I wouldnt be able to pack them. Damn. So many things a mind can think in a fraction of a second. What do I do. I had to device a way pretty quick because I could see my shoe oscillating with long strides between the shore and the sea. Damn. Was it reminding me of its own time ticking away ? The thing then I did was very childish, I requested the sea to ‘please’ return back my shoe. I wouldnt mind if its wet and I have to wear it and move about and risk warts on the fingers of my feet, which is what happens if I wear shoes on wet feet. Just that this time the shoes would be wet. I waited, and like the Good Lord listening to his kids and answering innocent little prayers, just that moment when the little prayers are answered and you think ‘shoot, should have prayed for something else’, with the next wave, the shoe was thrown ashore. It almost got the same treatment like I did yesterday. I was too delighted to get my shoe back and wore it like I would be so depressed to lose a shoe like this ! Nike. 45. I bowed my head to the sea in respect and walked away. It has a huge heart. It takes care of all the fishermen community to live for generations off it. And all it has got in return is some royal abuse. I hope I was able to give it some relief by showing some sincere gratitude to what the sea stands for, in its entirety. Good bye, Bay of Bengal. I had a ball of a time. Thank you.

The torn garments of India

August 3, 2010

India, my dear country. Is like an old woman now. Trying to cover her shame. With garments all torn and she is almost in rags. Yet she tries to cover her grace. By a few sleights of hand. Yet, she is about to be robbed of her only rags too. Alas.

India, was supposedly the golden bird once. If you go by me, it still is.

The monies flowing in and around are tremendous. This is one country where if you have the money, which will mean, you will have the clout, you can get away with ANYTHING. Just about anything. Including murders. Yeah, if you murder a high profile person, you are bound to get some media attention and the judge judging your case, will be very sad on not being able to take some money from you and let you go.
God alone knows what has happened to the taking over of the swiss accounts held by Indian politicians and to get the money back.
The recent mining scams were all silenced. That is a 70,000 Crore rupee racket, only from one state.Damn, I can’t even count the fishing zeroes ! Yes, China is buying all that we can dig up.
4k Cr. of a scam for allotting 3g spectrum to private operators. I mean, when are we going to wake up. The world has moved on to 4g and we are still dreaming of 3g !
7k Cr. of a natural reserves scam in a state which is known to be the most left behind in terms of development, Jharkhand. None is bothered about Mr.Koda.
Jagjivan Ram further raped the country, decades ago, (what a fishing libido!!) by including the caste system and reservations. Nothing, almost nothing happens by merit. Now, that led to a lot of other sub scams too. Well, we have had quite a few national rapers. One of them we even regarded, the father of our nation !!

Most recently were a few Members of Parliament caught on tape trying to quote their prices to vote for anybody to represent the house.
This, in my opinion, is the saddest part to live in a democracy. How can you expect the people representing you to pass tougher laws to check for corruption and account for black money (money earned illegally), when they themselves are the biggest of culprits. Why will they make a law of something that will get their own ass in trouble. This situation is like one of those prodigal curses on India. I am sure one of those big saints in the yore got pissed and said, to hell with you, India !! There were a few men who thought theyd bring about a change but the people of this once great country are so lost on values, that they will only vote for the candidate who can get em a bottle of whiskey and provide a few Rupees !

We are all but marching towards our own celebrated doom. It is bound to happen. I wonder what the future generations will be left with. Sorry kids.

Do you have any questions for me ?

July 28, 2010

I take interviews. Quite a few of them. For the organizations that have employed me in the recent past. I think because they trust my skills in picking up people who will be revenue generators for the organization.
So, I know. How to seperate the rice from the chaff and I ‘know’ which blokes are scalable, you know.
I dont know where this trend started from. I want to find the person who started this and then strangle him till the pain explodes inside !
If as a courtesy, I ask someone, ‘any questions’, towards the end of the interview, I am invariably bombarded with some or the other ‘off the hook’ question. How did my company do in quarter 3 ? DUDE !! Get a life man. How do you think I will know that.That figure is just a mail in one of my psts.
I dont get esops so I am not even interested to know how many percentage of a turnover year on year increased !
If there is nothing interesting, then just say, ‘no questions’. Thats it. How hard can that be.
So, I searched the net and every article and forum I came across, some one or the other said ‘hey, dont forget to ask ‘something’ or the other. But ask. Dont sound/look like a fool. You HAVE to ask something’
Man, that advice can make a few people lose an opportunity. For example, I may have really wanted my company to make an offer to someone, but just because there was a question, I was not interested in ( You can never know what I am interested in ! ) answering, I give the a person a few negative marks, just for trying to be smart. Now this jack ass would end up being the same way in client calls.. and then the client would get pissed and then the manager would ask, who da hell hired this guy, and I would have to put up a red ass. So, please, for Christ’s sake. Dont ask a question, if you dont know nothing about it.

Cheers !!

A small rant on the defense forces

July 19, 2010

A small rant on the defense forces.

I plan to make this a series. A series of my pains on just seeing how much a life of comfort they live (yeah, physical exercise was supposed to be a part of the deal in the offer letter !).

This began with some exposure to NCC. In one of their camps, I ate. For free of course. And over heard people who wanted to submit false inflated bills, for the procurement of vegetables. It was just humor for me then. Now it hurts. I pay the taxes now, exorbitant ones at that. and I am perplexed to know that my taxes aren’t helping my country but just a few con men.
The recent findings from the military forces are mind boggling.

One of their boys discovered the insurgency in Kargil way before the officials declared that there was indeed trouble. The recent findings suggest the big boys underplayed the small boy who knew of this all way before.
There are probably like a zillion land deals that are just going un noticed, from which, needless to say someone is making money.
There was a huge scam unearthed even the dealings of the coffins that would be used to bring the martyrs back home !
The bamboozled politicians are sure making a buck out of all this too. What national shame.

This probably was only for the land forces.
I went crazy hearing that the IAF has honored the master blaster (ST) with a captain’s medal.
I say I want it to. If I wasn’t able to bring glory to the country, its the fault with the management. The govt. didn’t pick me up to display my skills. I am a master blaster too, make me a captain !
What is your point in doing air shows ? Why are you burning up the public money. I hope you realize the cost of airline fuel.

The Water forces aren’t to be left behind. There were a string of sting operations carried by the television channels on replicating how the explosives were smuggled through the water route for the 92 bombings of Mumbai. And the smuggled in apples in place of bombs and no one stopped them ! God alone knows what the coast guard and the naval forces were doing. There is a lot of ground reality in knowing that a few lower ranking fellas have been selling away the ‘free’ diesel that they get to the fisherman’s steamers.
No wonder Kasab and company came along through the seas.

All the forces, I guess, are too over staffed although the publicize they are understaffed. What are the boys used for ? For decorating gardens,

sweeping the huge mansions, waxing the statues. I say make them useful for the city they are in. Let them join hands with the municipal authorities and help the city they are stationed in, for its cleanliness.

There are too many things that I would have wanted to say, but I will just write about a few.
Talking about the high handedness and the ecstatic attitude, in general, these guys carry, is baffling.
On top of that is a like a chip on their shoulder. You would have definitely witnessed these scenes in your city’s railway stations, because I have in mine and am sure this happens everywhere.
A huge truck comes and out jumps a man in a uniform. Rushes into the station, comforts his arse on the seat… and the truck goes away. Well, that bloke just spent my tax money on getting his ass from the unit to the station .. in a fishing truck ! Its another heart burning thing to know, that the railways gave him a huge discount on his travel fare. Its the same thing that repeats when that boy who went home will return. A truck will come and pick him up. I have grown up witnessing the defense drivers parking their huge ass vehicles in the city’s no parking zones ! I mean, the rules were meant to be same for everyone, and why did these guys park in the no-parking zone ? To buy fish for the colonel. And that too, they come in those huge ‘Shaktiman’ trucks to purchase a kilo of fish !

A house is a distant dream for an average Indian, isn’t it ? It is for me, so I brand it as, it is, for everyone, Since I am the common man.
For the facilities, like a house, discounted prices on products ( no fishing tax, they pay ), education for kids, booze, guns, vehicles, clubs,

golf courses, hospitals, et cetra.. so many of these things/facilities, a common man like me will probably spend his entire life struggling and saving every single penny, at times cursing the government for the rising prices and the crazily inflated inflation… these guys ‘just get it’.
Well, wait even moving around those places (other than the Military Hospitals) they will do it in that truck whose engine is just burning away my tax money.

Their families have the luxury of moving around in those fuel guzzling 4×4 Gypsies just taking a swing around the city, looking at people with disgust, like the people were an esoteric lower class set of men, they move around. where A common man burns his ass in the heat of public transport.

There are so many other facilities that are provided, which I will definitely touch base on later.

Lets get to the part when they have lived out their career of false prestige and wasted public money. Upon retiring, they are given many freebies, depending on the cadre. Free lands, petrol pumps etc. other than a fixed pension ! Did you read that right ? Can you soak that in ?

Nevertheless, the job demands sacrifice and pain and staying away from the family (for few) and all that blah blah blah.. but hey, you knew about that when you joined the fishing job!

As someone once said, as an analogy, its like keeping a pet, a dog to be precise. You have to feed him, so he will bark and protect, in all probability, when you have an intruder.

Well, I think we would save a LOT of tax money if we could probably outsource this service. The biggest portion of all budgets is mostly given to the defense forces, we will be saving tons of money through this.