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Sunday, December 27, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Last Letter from Captain Vijyant Thapar Vrc (2nd Rajputana Rifles) from Kargil
This is a letter from Captain Vijayant Thapar (second Rajputana Rifles), Martyr of Kargil War and a Real Hero in every sense....When we sleep in the night safely, We should be thankful to God and after that to our soldiers 'coz of whom we are living safely at our homes. Salute to all those who have given there presents for our future!!
JAI HIND!
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Our Leaders enjoying Democracy.. See urself!
Salary & Govt. Concessions for a Member of Parliament (MP)
Monthly Salary : 12,000
Expense for Constitution per month : 10,000
Office expenditure per month : 14,000
Traveling concession (Rs. 8 per km) : 48,000 ( eg.For a visit from kerala to Delhi & return: 6000 km)
Daily DA TA during parliament meets : 500
Charge for 1 class (A/C) in train : Free (For any number of times) (All over India)
Charge for Business Class in flights : Free for 40 trips / year (With wife or P.A.)
Rent for MP hostel at Delhi : Free
Electricity costs at home : Free up to 50,000 units
Local phone call charge : Free up to 1,70,000 calls.
TOTAL expense for a MP per year : 32,00,000
TOTAL expense for 5 years : 1,60,00,000
For 534 MPs, the expense for 5 years : 8,54,40,00,000 (nearly 855 cores)
And they are elected by THE PEOPLE OF INDIA, by the largest democratic . process in the world, not intruded into the parliament on their own or by any qualification. This is how all our tax money is been swallowed and price hike on our regular commodities. ......
Think of the great democracy we have........ .....
Monthly Salary : 12,000
Expense for Constitution per month : 10,000
Office expenditure per month : 14,000
Traveling concession (Rs. 8 per km) : 48,000 ( eg.For a visit from kerala to Delhi & return: 6000 km)
Daily DA TA during parliament meets : 500
Charge for 1 class (A/C) in train : Free (For any number of times) (All over India)
Charge for Business Class in flights : Free for 40 trips / year (With wife or P.A.)
Rent for MP hostel at Delhi : Free
Electricity costs at home : Free up to 50,000 units
Local phone call charge : Free up to 1,70,000 calls.
TOTAL expense for a MP per year : 32,00,000
TOTAL expense for 5 years : 1,60,00,000
For 534 MPs, the expense for 5 years : 8,54,40,00,000 (nearly 855 cores)
And they are elected by THE PEOPLE OF INDIA, by the largest democratic . process in the world, not intruded into the parliament on their own or by any qualification. This is how all our tax money is been swallowed and price hike on our regular commodities. ......
Think of the great democracy we have........ .....
Public Distribution System
Public Distribution System
If some ration or oil shopkeeper is not giving rations properly, you should conduct his audit by seeking his records. You should file an application under the Delhi Right to Information Act and ask for the following information from the Food Department.
Please give copies of the following registers for the months of (please specify the months here, for which you want the records) for shop No _______:
1. Card Register
2. Daily Sales register
3. Inspection register
4. Monthly stock register
5. Daily stock register
6. Copies of cash memos
After you receive these records, you should do a physical verification of what is written in records by talking to the people and by looking at their ration cards. On the basis of verification quantum of defalcation should be ascertained and complaint should be made with the concerned Assistant Commissioner, Additional Commissioner and the Commissioner for appropriate action against the shopkeeper.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Slumdog Solution by Jug Saraiya
In one of its periodic and short-lived fits of moral righteousness the Delhi government has once again proposed an official ban on begging in the
city. Henceforth, if you are caught giving alms to a beggar you will be fined Rs 1,000 for your impulse of misplaced charity. Many might see this as an example of adding financial injury to the insult of poverty. After all, it is not the alms-giver, who is being fined, who created the problem of beggars and beggary, the causes of which must be attributed to the many sins of omission and commission on the part of the government.
The ostensible reason for the anti-beggary drive is that begging, in Delhi and other cities, has become an organised criminal racket, often involving the kidnapping and mutilation of children. While there may be an element of truth in this, the real reason for sarkari wrath is that the persistence of beggary and of the related phenomena of slums, jhuggi-jhopris, pavement dwellers, bonded labour, child workers, all subject to similar and similarly futile eradication drives is a damning indictment of the government for its signal failure to alleviate poverty, and the economic and social exploitation that it inevitably entails. Sixty-plus years after Independence, and despite repeated calls of 'garibi hatao', far from obliging by getting itself hataoed, garibi is, if anything, more entrenched than ever, as testified to by social data as diverse as increasing rural indebtedness, falling calorie consumption levels below the poverty line, and the growth of slum populations.
Poverty seems to be India's ineradicable bane. Could it be turned into a boon? The huge success of Slumdog Millionaire the Hollywood movie version of Vikas Swarup's bestselling novel Q&A, about a Mumbai slum kid who through sheer grit, gumption and General Knowledge tries for a multi-million quiz jackpot suggests that rags may indeed be converted into riches. The film, which has already won 64 awards, including a Golden Globe for best original music score by A R Rahman, has once again revealed the hidden wealth that lies at the bottom of the Indian pyramid. The real message of the movie is that, properly packaged and marketed, poverty is not just a highly saleable commodity but a potential megabuck brand.
The promotion of poverty is nothing new. Mira Nair's 1988 Salaam Bombay was a cinematic salute which, briefly, turned street urchins into stars the original taare zameen par and helped establish Dharavi as an international destination for the expanding market of what is called 'slum tourism'. Even before Salaam Bombay, Dominique Lapierre had established himself as the pioneer of poverty-chic with his 1985 novel City of Joy, subsequently made into a movie
, which narrated the travails and ultimate triumph of a Calcutta rickshaw-puller. During interviews, Lapierre would caper about jingling what he claimed was a genuine rickshawalla's bell, which he carried with him wherever he went. Jingle your bell if you believe in rickshaw-pullers.
Poverty is the economic equivalent of sexual pornography, and like pornography excites voyeurism: the poor, poor things; how they suffer, and yet how ennobled and ennobling they are in their suffering. In other words, there but for the grace of GDP go we. Poverty is great. So long as it belongs to someone else, and we're safely insulated from it, like visitors to a zoo where the inmates are safely caged.
With many First World economies in recession, poverty is likely to become even more piquant as the phrase 'beggar my neighbour' takes on a new, down-home meaning. Instead of trying to sweep it under the carpet, our sarkar should flaunt our poverty and cash in on it by organising Garibi Yatras and B&B (Beggar and Breakfast) stays for foreign visitors with a taste for proxy penury.
Our Republic Day parade should feature a contingent of professional beggars and slum-dwellers, who should also be included on the list of national awards and honours. Instead of being ashamed of it, let's showcase our poverty. And say with pride, Mera Bhikhari Mahaan.
secondopinion@timesgroup.com
city. Henceforth, if you are caught giving alms to a beggar you will be fined Rs 1,000 for your impulse of misplaced charity. Many might see this as an example of adding financial injury to the insult of poverty. After all, it is not the alms-giver, who is being fined, who created the problem of beggars and beggary, the causes of which must be attributed to the many sins of omission and commission on the part of the government.
The ostensible reason for the anti-beggary drive is that begging, in Delhi and other cities, has become an organised criminal racket, often involving the kidnapping and mutilation of children. While there may be an element of truth in this, the real reason for sarkari wrath is that the persistence of beggary and of the related phenomena of slums, jhuggi-jhopris, pavement dwellers, bonded labour, child workers, all subject to similar and similarly futile eradication drives is a damning indictment of the government for its signal failure to alleviate poverty, and the economic and social exploitation that it inevitably entails. Sixty-plus years after Independence, and despite repeated calls of 'garibi hatao', far from obliging by getting itself hataoed, garibi is, if anything, more entrenched than ever, as testified to by social data as diverse as increasing rural indebtedness, falling calorie consumption levels below the poverty line, and the growth of slum populations.
Poverty seems to be India's ineradicable bane. Could it be turned into a boon? The huge success of Slumdog Millionaire the Hollywood movie version of Vikas Swarup's bestselling novel Q&A, about a Mumbai slum kid who through sheer grit, gumption and General Knowledge tries for a multi-million quiz jackpot suggests that rags may indeed be converted into riches. The film, which has already won 64 awards, including a Golden Globe for best original music score by A R Rahman, has once again revealed the hidden wealth that lies at the bottom of the Indian pyramid. The real message of the movie is that, properly packaged and marketed, poverty is not just a highly saleable commodity but a potential megabuck brand.
The promotion of poverty is nothing new. Mira Nair's 1988 Salaam Bombay was a cinematic salute which, briefly, turned street urchins into stars the original taare zameen par and helped establish Dharavi as an international destination for the expanding market of what is called 'slum tourism'. Even before Salaam Bombay, Dominique Lapierre had established himself as the pioneer of poverty-chic with his 1985 novel City of Joy, subsequently made into a movie
, which narrated the travails and ultimate triumph of a Calcutta rickshaw-puller. During interviews, Lapierre would caper about jingling what he claimed was a genuine rickshawalla's bell, which he carried with him wherever he went. Jingle your bell if you believe in rickshaw-pullers.
Poverty is the economic equivalent of sexual pornography, and like pornography excites voyeurism: the poor, poor things; how they suffer, and yet how ennobled and ennobling they are in their suffering. In other words, there but for the grace of GDP go we. Poverty is great. So long as it belongs to someone else, and we're safely insulated from it, like visitors to a zoo where the inmates are safely caged.
With many First World economies in recession, poverty is likely to become even more piquant as the phrase 'beggar my neighbour' takes on a new, down-home meaning. Instead of trying to sweep it under the carpet, our sarkar should flaunt our poverty and cash in on it by organising Garibi Yatras and B&B (Beggar and Breakfast) stays for foreign visitors with a taste for proxy penury.
Our Republic Day parade should feature a contingent of professional beggars and slum-dwellers, who should also be included on the list of national awards and honours. Instead of being ashamed of it, let's showcase our poverty. And say with pride, Mera Bhikhari Mahaan.
secondopinion@timesgroup.com
Iss Baar Nahin by Prasoon Joshi on Mumbai terror attack
The dastardlly act of terrorists in Mumbai that soaked the city of dreams into blood and tears, has moved all and sundry. The Mumbai terror attcks have shocked and hurt all humans with heart to feel something for fello human beings. There is a deep feeling of anguish, anger, grief, dispair and hopelessness among people of all walks of life.
The noted adman, lyricist and executive chairman of McCann-Erickson, Prasoon Joshi has penned a poem in the aftermath of the Mumbai attacks. Here is how the poem titled "Iss Baar Nahin", goes:
Iss Baar Nahin
Is baar jab woh choti si bachchi mere paas apni kharonch le kar aayegi
Main usey phoo phoo kar nahin behlaoonga
Panapney doonga uski tees ko
Is baar nahin
Is baar jab main chehron par dard likha dekhoonga
Nahin gaoonga geet peeda bhula dene wale
Dard ko risney doonga,utarney doonga andar gehrey
Is baar nahin
Is baar main na marham lagaoonga
Na hi uthaoonga rui ke phahey
Aur na hi kahoonga ki tum aankein band karlo,gardan udhar kar lo main dawa lagata hoon
Dekhney doonga sabko hum sabko khuley nangey ghaav
Is baar nahin
Is baar jab uljhaney dekhoonga,chatpatahat dekhoonga
Nahin daudoonga uljhee door lapetney
Uljhaney doonga jab tak ulajh sake
Is baar nahin
Is baar karm ka hawala de kar nahin uthaoonga auzaar
Nahin karoonga phir se ek nayee shuruaat
Nahin banoonga misaal ek karmyogi ki
Nahin aaney doonga zindagi ko aasani se patri par
Utarney doonga usey keechad main,tedhey medhey raston pe
Nahin sookhney doonga deewaron par laga khoon
Halka nahin padney doonga uska rang
Is baar nahin banney doonga usey itna laachaar
Ki paan ki peek aur khoon ka fark hi khatm ho jaye
Is baar nahin
Is baar ghawon ko dekhna hai
Gaur se
Thoda lambe wakt tak
Kuch faisley
Aur uskey baad hausley
Kahin toh shuruat karni hi hogi
Is baar yahi tay kiya hai
The noted adman, lyricist and executive chairman of McCann-Erickson, Prasoon Joshi has penned a poem in the aftermath of the Mumbai attacks. Here is how the poem titled "Iss Baar Nahin", goes:
Iss Baar Nahin
Is baar jab woh choti si bachchi mere paas apni kharonch le kar aayegi
Main usey phoo phoo kar nahin behlaoonga
Panapney doonga uski tees ko
Is baar nahin
Is baar jab main chehron par dard likha dekhoonga
Nahin gaoonga geet peeda bhula dene wale
Dard ko risney doonga,utarney doonga andar gehrey
Is baar nahin
Is baar main na marham lagaoonga
Na hi uthaoonga rui ke phahey
Aur na hi kahoonga ki tum aankein band karlo,gardan udhar kar lo main dawa lagata hoon
Dekhney doonga sabko hum sabko khuley nangey ghaav
Is baar nahin
Is baar jab uljhaney dekhoonga,chatpatahat dekhoonga
Nahin daudoonga uljhee door lapetney
Uljhaney doonga jab tak ulajh sake
Is baar nahin
Is baar karm ka hawala de kar nahin uthaoonga auzaar
Nahin karoonga phir se ek nayee shuruaat
Nahin banoonga misaal ek karmyogi ki
Nahin aaney doonga zindagi ko aasani se patri par
Utarney doonga usey keechad main,tedhey medhey raston pe
Nahin sookhney doonga deewaron par laga khoon
Halka nahin padney doonga uska rang
Is baar nahin banney doonga usey itna laachaar
Ki paan ki peek aur khoon ka fark hi khatm ho jaye
Is baar nahin
Is baar ghawon ko dekhna hai
Gaur se
Thoda lambe wakt tak
Kuch faisley
Aur uskey baad hausley
Kahin toh shuruat karni hi hogi
Is baar yahi tay kiya hai
Sunday, January 11, 2009
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