my country

The President of India DR. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam's Speech in Hyderabad.


Why is the media here so negative?
Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our
achievements? We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing
success
stories but we refuse to acknowledge them. Why?
We are the first in milk production.
We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.
We are the second largest producer of wheat.
We are the second largest producer of rice.
Look at Dr. Sudarshan, he has transferred the tribal village into a
self-sustaining, self-driving unit. There are millions of such
achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and
disasters. I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was
the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place.
The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture
of a Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an
orchid and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory
details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried
among other news.
In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime. Why are
we so NEGATIVE? Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with
foreign things? We want foreign T. Vs, we want foreign shirts. We want
foreign technology. Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that
self-respect comes with self-reliance? I was in Hyderabad giving this
lecture, when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her
what her goal in life is. She replied: I want to live in a developed
India. For her, you and I will have to build this developed India. You must
proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly
developed nation. Do you have 10 minutes? Allow me to come back with a vengeance.

Got 10 minutes for your country? If yes, then read; otherwise, choice
is yours. YOU say that our government is inefficient.
YOU say that our laws are too old. YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage.
YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke,
The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their
destination. YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute
pits.
YOU say, say and say. What do YOU do about it?
Take a person on his way to Singapore. Give him a name - YOURS. Give
him a face - YOURS. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your
International best. In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat
in the stores. YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are.
You pay $5 (approx. Rs. 60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of
Mahim Causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM. YOU come back to the
parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a
restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity...
In Singapore you don't say anything, DO YOU? YOU wouldn't dare to eat in
public during Ramadan, in Dubai. YOU would not dare to go out without
your head covered in Jeddah. YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the
telephone exchange in London at 10 pounds (Rs.650) a month to, 'see to
it that my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else.'YOU would not
dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic
cop, 'Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so's
son. Take your two bucks and get lost.' YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut
shell anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia
and New Zealand.
Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo? Why don't YOU use
examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston??? We are still
talking of the same YOU. YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign
system in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will throw
papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground. If you
can be an involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country, why cannot
you be the same here in India?

Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of Bombay,
Mr. Tinaikar, had a point to make. 'Rich people's dogs are walked on the
streets to leave their affluent droppings all over the place,' he said.
'And then the same people turn around to criticize and blame the
authorities for inefficiency and dirty pavements. What do they expect
the officers to do? Go down with a broom every time their dog feels the
pressure in his bowels? In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the
job. Same in Japan. Will the Indian citizen do that here?' He's right. We go
to the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all
responsibility.
We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do
everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We
expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking
garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a up a stray piece
of paper and throw it in the bin. We expect the railways to provide clean
bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms.

We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and
toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least
opportunity. This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service
to the public. When it comes to burning social issues like those related
to women, dowry, girl child! and others, we make loud drawing room
protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? 'It's
the whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego
my sons' rights to a dowry.' So who's going to change the system?
What does a system consist of ? Very conveniently for us it consists of
our neighbours, other households, other cities, other communities and the
government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually
making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along
with our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries
far away and wait for a Mr.Clean to come along & work miracles for us with
a majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away.
Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in
their glory and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure we run to
England. When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight
out to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and
brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is out to abuse and
rape the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is
mortgaged to money.

Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a
great deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too.... I am echoing
J. F. Kennedy's words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians.....

'ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA
AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE INDIA
WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY'

Lets do what India needs from us.

lunatic mumbo jumbo

All of us............. every one of us are humans arent we. and as usuall i belive we are all fallible. we make mistakes. some big some small some of them noticeable others too insignificant. some affect the lives of others some not even ures. but the important thing is that we live on. but some times we live witht he burden of past mistakes that seem so insignificant when recited but seem to turn ure life upside down with uilt hurt and every thing else. why is it that people who love u the most can overlook ure largest discreation but become apopletic about tyhe smalest of things. why is it that the people closest to you will keep reminding of your mistakes day inday out till ure ready to give it all up and jst walk away or u become imune to wht ever they say.

any way to better ttimes and stuff.

yeaterday was Easter when "Christ the lord rose fromt he dead. we celebrated it by having our relatives over and talking havingh good food and stuff i had one of my closest friends over and and he had rought lots of movies from the campus. and we chatted dozed alzed around listend to music. in short we lazed around after a long time. any way we had loads of fun. then in the evening we went to the train station to see of a very good friend from campus who was leaving for home. we fooled around on the station took picture and the fooled around some more. on the station we met an old acquaintance from school who was a pain in the neck then too and he hadnt changed even after all these years. he is woking wiht some bombay firm and had that fake american accent and all. showing off as usual. well anyway we came back and then went shopping with my brother to buy cargos for him

all in all i had a fun day,.

gadgets

although i dont go in for changing my gadgets every day. i am a total gadget o freak. like ive got every thing ive brought.
my first phone was a sony t100 that i used for the last three years. and i loed it cause it was tough, not obnoxious like other fat cell phones and was sutied to my uses.
then ive got 2 computer at home one is a compaq desktop with an amd 64bit processor and 120 gb hardisk, a 500mb ram and a new recently added dvd writer (sony) and a "29 inch flat plasma screen". its three yrs old so i took the liberty of modifying it this jan.
now all i need is a home theater jbl sound system and to install my tv tuner card into the system (havent found time yet) and that will be my home theater come entertainment cum tv come webportal
ive got another acer system which i have used as my server since ive also recently made my house a bluetooth hot zone. n since i got my whole house bluetooth enabled and since i my old phone was getting a little too long in the tooth ive treated my self to a new motorola L6 so that i can shoot pics edit and surf net thru as my house and campus are both wi fi now
i used to cart around my old desktop (compaq) when i lived on campus but from next sem onwards i think i would like a lap top amd turion 2 ghz 64 bit wide screen dvd writer 500mb ram
carssssssss toooooo
i would really realy like to have a porsche 911 turbo any genaration would do. or if its got to be one of the latest then its got to be a the new mustang gt or a ford gt(x) preferably in white with blue stripes. these cars look absolutely gorgeous dont they and as far as bike go it has to be a mv agusta f4 senna or a zx10rr ninza would be fine too
although my current bike also a kawasaki but only 115 ccs is great too

i pods :P
and as far as i pods go i think some body has lost it. id rather buy a sony walkman phone which
was way beyond my budget incedently with all the mods that i made to the home network and my box of wonders coming from my savings which by the way are now zero.
but they are way better that ipods any day. secondly although i idolise apple products i think i pod was a waste of genius and their produts are way too highly priced in india with too low service back up, hence dreaming of the day i can have a mac of my own

come ride with me :P

ohhhhhh where were we???????
ah yes i was telling u a story.........................
but for today i will take u on a trip through jodhpur, i will tell u about some of the best roads in jodhpur, and they are the best because they are twisty, smooth for most part, have a great view, are in decent shape have minimal traffic. due toa ll of the afore mentioned conditions these roads enable me to indulge me in my favourite passion. that is ride my bike to its and my limit and beyond. on these roads i can race my self test my courage on lean ins and on most of them, even if i make a mistake i can avoid the gruesome fate of being run over by traffic coming up from behind as they are very rarely travelled. so i can make mistakes with my peace of my mind.

1. this road snakes thru the out skirts of the town behind the majestic fort. it starts from mandore and takes me thru the stone quarries to a outlying village to the kayalana lake. this road is smooth for most of the part. with minimal traffic , especially during and after the brief moonsoons as during that period the the quarries are filled with water, dotting the land scape with inumerable lakes, and stoping all mining work too. this also gives the terrain innumerable small streams making it beautifull. there are old aquaducts dotting the terrain here and there, also some very beautifull sceneary. and except for the portion where the road smakes thru the village behind the city I can carry really good pace and speed on my bike.
2. the second best road is the NH 65 that snakes thru Jodhpur. i like it because although its congested and has heavy traffic most of the time it is really smooth and a four lane road in most places. the road also has real long straight streaches and hence u can travel at really insane speeds. and out side the city especially to the north the road has some really amazing landscape.

3 the third road would be the one that goes from kayalana lake to chopasnay housing scheme. this road because for most parts it hugs the lake and hence gives a great view. although this road is narrow and dusty for most part. as it is very very rarely used so u are always riding in the ever present danger of loosing grip and skiding into the rocks. but it is real twisty and hence great fun especially if u have friends along who enjoy the same thrills. i mention company here because of two factors
a. the road is very lonely and issolated so u should have help at hand incase some thing goes wrong
b. secondly due to the very nature of the road carrying high speeds is not recomended so u need some one to scramble with, at least i do.

4. the road that winds up to the fort is fourth on my list. its is smooth, twisty has a great view. but it also has a lot of blind corners that are made more dangerous by the fact that there is constant heavy vehicle trafic to the fort. but it has a great view and is really fun with a pillon sitting behind you. going fast thru here not only is dangerous, but if u go fast you will miss most of the view too.

me my city my home my world

the city spread out beneath the fort like ball gown of a matron, the old part of the city was mostly blue with the houses painted with lime mixed with a blue dye to keep out the searing heat of the indian summer. the fort stood over the city like a ages old sentinel protecting its territory over looking all that passed beneath without expression. right next to the fort stands the masouleom of a dead king from ages past. built in marbel, right outside the gates from the kings grave stands a platform made of red sandstone which provides an excelent view of the city of jodhpur. the city, almost five hundred years old with a population that hardly counts in the larger scheme of things the city of jodhpur stands at the edge of the great thar desert, is my home ive spent all my life here with the exeption of a few months here and there spent chasing, dreams mirages vacations etc etc. i love coming to this platform and sit when ever i wnat to be alone or just sit and think. the peace i fingd here is something unparalled. from here i will tell u a short story, a story that has no heroes only ordinary people, people who make mistakes, find god in simple mercies, people who are falliable yet perfect. people who live each day thinking that they can conquer the world. every day live with the help of thier hopes, aspirations and simple gestures of other human beings. people that they call by the name of friends, family relatives or simply strangers.

heart broken nomad

hey there every body this me shanu s john many of u might or might not know me but one thing is for sure, once u do get to me knw u will have the unanimous opinion that im stark raving mad. i belive in living one day at a time, irrespective of the consequences as my friends will testify. i also love to ride fast live on the edge and lean far out into the abyss. saying that pain is my constant companion i would be an understatement. i live by twisted priorities and most of the time make a complete mess of them. thats about me. on this blog u will read alot of stuff
my amaturish attepts at poetry,
the ravings of my stark raving and throughly bonkers mind
and wht my friends will write back so enjoy and hang in for the ride

heres the first instalment
something i wrote


"do u see that"
do u see that ?
do u see the hole in my chest where my heart used to be,
it feels wierd, hurts a lot.......................
to walk around knowing that the world sees thru u
are u the one
the one who will fill the empty space inside me


shanu