Poverty never affects them. They live in big cities. They talk Lambhorghini, Aston Martin, Rolls Royce, Gucci, Versace, Vogue, Mc Donalds, Hollywood, India-US Nuclear Deal, etc. They sit in plush air-conditioned rooms and read Sidney Sheldon or Jeffrey Archer or Dan Brown. They have cars with AC and other paraphernalia in it. They buy big invest big and earn big. They know that their city has a river into which all the city waste is dumped and all the factories around the city also dump their waste into it. They don't live near it, only poor labourers in thatched huts and filthy surroundings live near that black serpent like river which flows through the heart of the city. These labourers work for them as house servants or as newspaper boys or as plumbers or as delivery boys. They just go to parties never giving a second thought to their driver who must be living in a slum. They are inside their i-Pods and mobiles and have no time for anything else. They just have to maintain their social circles and put up acts and observe all the required formalities.
The factory owner doesn't care for the labourer who inhales all the smoke and lives a slow death. He has to take care of the auditors with nice good money so that they will report the factory is maintaining a good eco-friendly system. The government doctor has to get the bribe from the poor slum-dweller to operate on him. The IT professional has to please his clients and bosses everybody is busy putting up an act. The poor are busy being poor.
The actors are busy, the show goes on.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
The God who fails
The one I blogged before this one is 'Dreaming your death'. I said that the police were proud of solving a case using the modern technique of DNA fingerprinting the baby to find its father. No the lab that tested the baby did not get the wrong DNA fingerprint nor was the method of DNA fingerprinting an inaccurate one. The lab found out that the alleged culprits were not the actual ones, but the minister whose son was the actual culprit paid a good sum to see to it that the DNA fingerprint report was forged.
Christian missionaries in India are very famous. They help the poor by giving them money and food items and a promise of a better life. The money that flows in from other countries reaches India and the conversion goes on in full force. The 'fathers' of churches build convents and then recruit the poor as nuns. Children studying in 12th grade (12th standard as said in India) are also made to join. The fathers who are supposed to have no material desires are often found to have 'keeps' or mistresses in the poor slums. A hostel warden madam whom I knew became the hostel warden only after she agreed to a fathers carnal desire. Her children who had lost their father at atender age would be taught in big international schools if she stayed in the hostel and went to the father whenever he called her. The confused lady asked the bishop for advice and he told her to do it 'for the common good of her children, the father and her own future'. She had one more question for the bishop. How would the poor father manage to educate her children in big schools if he recieved only food, accomodation and a meagre amount as a salary? The bishop told her that the money the father got from the international donations was very large. She couldn't understand that too until she learned that she was not the only woman who was 'called' by the father. The reverend father 'bought' everything he needed with the international donations for christian welfare before it was sent to the poor parishoners. She couldn't believe it at first but then she came to know that not every father and bishop were like this. She lived in south India and now I do not know where she lives.
You might be puzzled as to why I talked about police and DNA fingerprinting in the first para and then came to missionaries. Sister Abhaya was a poor 11th grade student when she bacame a nun. She was only in 12th grade when she was raped and murdered for witnessing a crime scene. (What is that crime scene? nobody knows till date May 2008). The police at first covered it up as a suicide after a post-mortem report was made. The case was proved as a rape and murder later on. This proves that the police covered up the facts and the prime suspects were (discovered later on) five fathers and a nun. Wikipedia has a few things to say about it. Click this link. Many more sisters are sexually abused and murdered with the police covering it all up. Churches use only a small percentage of donations for peoples welfare and the rest are used by God knows who? and for God knows what? Click here.
Hindu ashrams ( a holy place for a hindu, like a church for a christian) are also known to prostitute women for an income and these ashrams are atleast upto an extent open about it. There is a Bollywood movie (Hindi film Industry) on the prostitution in Hindu ashrams. The website.
God fails at times doesn't he?
Christian missionaries in India are very famous. They help the poor by giving them money and food items and a promise of a better life. The money that flows in from other countries reaches India and the conversion goes on in full force. The 'fathers' of churches build convents and then recruit the poor as nuns. Children studying in 12th grade (12th standard as said in India) are also made to join. The fathers who are supposed to have no material desires are often found to have 'keeps' or mistresses in the poor slums. A hostel warden madam whom I knew became the hostel warden only after she agreed to a fathers carnal desire. Her children who had lost their father at atender age would be taught in big international schools if she stayed in the hostel and went to the father whenever he called her. The confused lady asked the bishop for advice and he told her to do it 'for the common good of her children, the father and her own future'. She had one more question for the bishop. How would the poor father manage to educate her children in big schools if he recieved only food, accomodation and a meagre amount as a salary? The bishop told her that the money the father got from the international donations was very large. She couldn't understand that too until she learned that she was not the only woman who was 'called' by the father. The reverend father 'bought' everything he needed with the international donations for christian welfare before it was sent to the poor parishoners. She couldn't believe it at first but then she came to know that not every father and bishop were like this. She lived in south India and now I do not know where she lives.
You might be puzzled as to why I talked about police and DNA fingerprinting in the first para and then came to missionaries. Sister Abhaya was a poor 11th grade student when she bacame a nun. She was only in 12th grade when she was raped and murdered for witnessing a crime scene. (What is that crime scene? nobody knows till date May 2008). The police at first covered it up as a suicide after a post-mortem report was made. The case was proved as a rape and murder later on. This proves that the police covered up the facts and the prime suspects were (discovered later on) five fathers and a nun. Wikipedia has a few things to say about it. Click this link. Many more sisters are sexually abused and murdered with the police covering it all up. Churches use only a small percentage of donations for peoples welfare and the rest are used by God knows who? and for God knows what? Click here.
Hindu ashrams ( a holy place for a hindu, like a church for a christian) are also known to prostitute women for an income and these ashrams are atleast upto an extent open about it. There is a Bollywood movie (Hindi film Industry) on the prostitution in Hindu ashrams. The website.
God fails at times doesn't he?
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Dreaming your Death
Her mother wanted to make her a Doctor. Mother took loans and pains to get her a seat in the medical college. She had been class topper all her life and she had lived in a thatched hut all her life. The roads made of cement, tar or asphalt was something she had never seen before she had come to the city where her new college was. She had just had her first train journey while coming to the city. Her father managed to collect enough money for her hostel stay. They made her understand that she shouldn't leave the hostel in any case, even for holidays because they wouldn't be able to afford it.
She met many like her in her college. Some alone had rich family background. She had the boldness and courage of any common villager. Her friends in the new hostel told her about ragging of the juniors by the seniors. The seniors would say what they wanted the juniors to do and bully them into doing it. If in case a junior disagreed, he or she was punished horribly. She knew that ragging was forbidden by law and the deans wouldn't allow it. She had vaguely heard of sons of rich men and powerful politicians who disregarded all this and then sheperded his friends to rag the first year juniors, but she didn't deem it possible. Newspaper reports never came on such matters. Papers didn't want rich, powerful and influential enemies. Even the mass media was powerless against such people in the worlds largest democracy.
She did not go for the ragging with her friends when her whole batch was asked to come to the hall in the old building. That night she was drugged and raped. Next morning she did not know anything, she had a dreamy peaceful sleep. When it became night she wanted something badly but she didn't know what. The seniors came and gave her something and the moment she had it she knew that it was exactly what she wanted. She didn't know that it was called Heroin, an addictive narcotic and illegal drug; made from opium (poppy). The seniors wanted money for giving her the 'dream thing'. She gave them her hostel fees and later on, her college fees.
Ten months later when the fees was long overdue, the parents got a call that their dear daughter was in hospital with a baby by her side, her own baby. Dean couldn't take any action, police had told him that it was the minister's son.
Media made a ruckus when the girl called up and announced her suicide.
She did what she told even before the friends in her next room could reach her after hearing the news. At long last the culprits were caught. The family of the culprits recieved lakhs from the minister's vast hoard of black money. The real culprit, the minister's son escaped without a scratch. The 'culprits' families lived happily ever after. The police solved another case using the modern method of DNA testing of the baby.
She met many like her in her college. Some alone had rich family background. She had the boldness and courage of any common villager. Her friends in the new hostel told her about ragging of the juniors by the seniors. The seniors would say what they wanted the juniors to do and bully them into doing it. If in case a junior disagreed, he or she was punished horribly. She knew that ragging was forbidden by law and the deans wouldn't allow it. She had vaguely heard of sons of rich men and powerful politicians who disregarded all this and then sheperded his friends to rag the first year juniors, but she didn't deem it possible. Newspaper reports never came on such matters. Papers didn't want rich, powerful and influential enemies. Even the mass media was powerless against such people in the worlds largest democracy.
She did not go for the ragging with her friends when her whole batch was asked to come to the hall in the old building. That night she was drugged and raped. Next morning she did not know anything, she had a dreamy peaceful sleep. When it became night she wanted something badly but she didn't know what. The seniors came and gave her something and the moment she had it she knew that it was exactly what she wanted. She didn't know that it was called Heroin, an addictive narcotic and illegal drug; made from opium (poppy). The seniors wanted money for giving her the 'dream thing'. She gave them her hostel fees and later on, her college fees.
Ten months later when the fees was long overdue, the parents got a call that their dear daughter was in hospital with a baby by her side, her own baby. Dean couldn't take any action, police had told him that it was the minister's son.
Media made a ruckus when the girl called up and announced her suicide.
She did what she told even before the friends in her next room could reach her after hearing the news. At long last the culprits were caught. The family of the culprits recieved lakhs from the minister's vast hoard of black money. The real culprit, the minister's son escaped without a scratch. The 'culprits' families lived happily ever after. The police solved another case using the modern method of DNA testing of the baby.
The game 'He' plays
He has money, because He owns many resorts, hotels, lodges, supermarkets and so on. He has minnions and goondas (his own gangmen). His minnions find a shady spot somewhere in the light green canopy of the village roads. They know how to make a low grade methanol (toxic, fatally poisinous) + ethanol (major component of alcohol) mix with locally available items. They are ready with their stuff in a week and it is in barrels. His minnions sell 'the stuff' to local 'Toddy' (liquor) shops. The sellers don't care if methanol concentration in any barrel is particularly high, they just want to get the money from Him.
The poor labourers who work on fields and buildings come in the night with their days pay to enjoy a few hours. They trot to the toddy shop like pigeons to there nest. Most of them married. If they are lucky they'll drink all they can afford and then start screaming abusive words at every one they see and cry out their miseries and daily hardships and frustrations. They reach home and lie down with no money in their hands. Their sons and daughters (mostly lesser than 14 years) would have managed to scrounge out some money during the day by doing odd jobs ranging from working in fireworks factories to room-boys in five star hotels. Their wives would have managed to get something by selling (at a higher price) whatever they can buy at a low cost like safety pins, ear buds etc. The Indian institution of marriage demands that the husband and wife should not separate whatever happens after their marriage and a lawful divorce would be unaffordable for those poor living in slums. If dowry (an Indian social evil which entitles the groom some money before the marriage, to be given by the bride's family) given to the husband is not felt as enough by the husband then he will beat his wife black and blue (ask any Indian who reads newspapers). The number of wives suiciding due to harrasment by the husbands is unimaginable.
If they are unlucky they'll get a methanol concentrated drink and will die within a few hours. Such deaths happen ocassionally and if the police manages to find anything they'll catch His minnions and not Him. In case a minnion reveals anything about Him or about all the sexual plesures available in His resorts, lodges or hotels then the police immediately contacts Him and He gives a nice fat prize to the officer who gives Him the priceless information.His goondas see to it that the great courageous minnion and his family don't see the next sunrise. The police officer will have to answer for the death of a criminal in custody but then that new car in front of the officers house is worth answering for.
He is safe always. He is protected from one and all. The long arm of law can't reach Him. A fair police officer never lives long enough to extend the arm of law upto Him.
He can even have his minnions posted as ministers and politicians. He is the Indian Don. Only God can judge Him. If God exists and that God is not Him.......
The poor labourers who work on fields and buildings come in the night with their days pay to enjoy a few hours. They trot to the toddy shop like pigeons to there nest. Most of them married. If they are lucky they'll drink all they can afford and then start screaming abusive words at every one they see and cry out their miseries and daily hardships and frustrations. They reach home and lie down with no money in their hands. Their sons and daughters (mostly lesser than 14 years) would have managed to scrounge out some money during the day by doing odd jobs ranging from working in fireworks factories to room-boys in five star hotels. Their wives would have managed to get something by selling (at a higher price) whatever they can buy at a low cost like safety pins, ear buds etc. The Indian institution of marriage demands that the husband and wife should not separate whatever happens after their marriage and a lawful divorce would be unaffordable for those poor living in slums. If dowry (an Indian social evil which entitles the groom some money before the marriage, to be given by the bride's family) given to the husband is not felt as enough by the husband then he will beat his wife black and blue (ask any Indian who reads newspapers). The number of wives suiciding due to harrasment by the husbands is unimaginable.
If they are unlucky they'll get a methanol concentrated drink and will die within a few hours. Such deaths happen ocassionally and if the police manages to find anything they'll catch His minnions and not Him. In case a minnion reveals anything about Him or about all the sexual plesures available in His resorts, lodges or hotels then the police immediately contacts Him and He gives a nice fat prize to the officer who gives Him the priceless information.His goondas see to it that the great courageous minnion and his family don't see the next sunrise. The police officer will have to answer for the death of a criminal in custody but then that new car in front of the officers house is worth answering for.
He is safe always. He is protected from one and all. The long arm of law can't reach Him. A fair police officer never lives long enough to extend the arm of law upto Him.
He can even have his minnions posted as ministers and politicians. He is the Indian Don. Only God can judge Him. If God exists and that God is not Him.......
Friday, May 9, 2008
Rays of Hope
Living among negatives is a usual thing for Indians, but there are rays of hope. This year (2008) is seeing the worlds worst food crisis and India has managed to produce 20 million tonnes of wheat. The government also increased the procuring prices (price paid to the farmer for his/her produce) this year much to the relief of those poor peasants. The government has come up with a plan to link all Indian rivers from north to south so as to provide water from the flood hit north to the drought stricken south. The IT, BPO and outsourcing industry boom, along with the stock market bull have helped the unemployed Indians to a great extent. The job creation engines of India - IT enabled services industry - is also at full blast. The Indian commercial capital (Mumbai) has seen the increase the trade and the growth rate of India has gone up to 8.79%. The inflation is quite under control and the nuclear deal with the United States seems to be progressing in the positive direction. The number of airports and airlines have increased drastically over the last five years and the number of people travelling by aeroplanes have increased manifold. The Asia's largest rail network carries 22 million people daily including 1.1 million of tonnes export and import freight. The number of metros went up from 4 to 7 in a decade and metro rail and metro-Wi-Fi-connect plans are in the pipeline. Indian entrepreneurs are more free and now are more known to the business world. The Indian rupee value has been increasing (45 Rs = 1$ in 2005 to 39.76 Rs = 1$ in 2008).World brand names are making their foray into the nation and the language barrier (since almost 18 languages are prevalent in India with 11 states speaking Hindi and rest 17 speaking a language of their own) is being broken by widespread knowledge of English. The Indian movie industry which produces 1000+ movies a year is the worlds largest. The Indian Space Research Organization (ISRO) recently sent up 12 satellites of which 2 were Indian and rest were from other countries proving that Indian rates (for launching a satellite) were competitive compared to the international private market. These are unmistakable rays of hope which cannot be missed by any Indian and every Indian can be proud of.
Innocent Children
Kalyanaraman Adukka a normal painter, not an artist but an normal painter who paints the walls of the houses and stores for a living. Like many other Indians he loves the game of cricket. Nobody thought anything ill of him and he was a decent man in all eyes. Nothing had tarnished his image in his small village and it seemed so that nothing could.A three year old girl from a house in Adukka's village suddenly fell ill and the majority of the illiterate elders decided that it was a ghost. They called in blessed saints and these so called saints whipped the poor girl and tried to get the ghost out of her. The ghost didn't look like having any plans to leave the girl. An MBBS qualified doctor who specialized in psychiatry lived in the nearby village. He visited his grandparents in Adukka's village and came to know of the 'ghost girl'. He tried to talk to the girl and after long hours of continous questioning of the girl he came to know that the girl had got afraid after her meeting with Adukka who was painting her house just before the day the ghost caught the girl.The reason for fear, Adukka had thrust something strong and hard from in between his legs into her mouth after opening his zip. It was done so many times in her bathroom that at last she felt something gooey in her mouth and then Adukka washed her mouth. The doctor reported it to the police and Adukka was arrested.After 2 days of questioning police found that Adukka oral sex with girls and boys lesser than 5 years of age whenever and wherever he could. He had done so 31 times and this case of child abuse went down into police records as the 105th in the Indian state of Andhra Pradesh that month. there are 28 states and 7 union territories in India and 12 Months in a year. Unreported cases are never in the police records.Indian newspapers and media report such police finds daily and newspapers like The New Indian Express, The Times Of India, The Hindu, The Hindustan Times , The Deccan Chronicle etc. are printed in English. Anybody with any kind of access to these newspapers can prove it to themselves. Their epaper copies are available online and a search will result in their websites. Type child abuse in their site search bar and scroll down the sponsored links to get today's papers reports and articles
Hustle and Bustle
Read the first word of the title again. Check up its meaning in the dictionary. You'll find an explanation which literally means to lure men. India has a great culture and tradition which prohibits any kind of prostitution. ( somehow tradition and prostitution rhymes doesn't it? ) The Mumbai Red Light Area is called so because police frequently 'raid' the area for such women, use them for a bribe, catch a few for a namesake and then release them after a few months with their heads shaved. The Kolkotta 'Black Hole' is named so by the locals because any women who goes in there never comes out again and any man who goes in there will go there for the rest of his life unless he is the incarnation of God. The Chennai's street vendor women and girl children are the open brochure and interested ones can choose right there. Delhi - current capital of India - a place very close to the historical cultural capitals of India is place known for its cruel rape cases and rampant hustling. The Indian gene pool is said to be prone to get affected by AIDS but I believe it is because of these 'locally known' women in any village or suburbs or townships. Ask any guy who is roaming about on the streets after 10 pm and you'll get the complete list of 'locally known' women if you know the local language. Thai people know comparatively good English but Indians don't and hence Thailand is more notorious for its flesh trade. Any state in india can win over Thailand without lifting a finger.
Now look at the second word Bustle. Check out the picture here. This is the normal peak time traffic in India (believ
e it or not) due to the Indian governments request to save energy and reduce the Indian carbon footprint. Women cannot complain when men stamp over each other to get some air resulting in men 'unknowingly touching' some of their body parts. Parties in farmhouses have drinks mixed with ketamine for women so that men really enjoy it all, unless if by fluke police enters the scene. The police have been so used to all this that when 80 men tried to molest 2 women on the Mumbai roads the police termed it as normal. Search it on google or something for proof. Here is a direct link to the news story online (it might have expired)
Now look at the second word Bustle. Check out the picture here. This is the normal peak time traffic in India (believ
e it or not) due to the Indian governments request to save energy and reduce the Indian carbon footprint. Women cannot complain when men stamp over each other to get some air resulting in men 'unknowingly touching' some of their body parts. Parties in farmhouses have drinks mixed with ketamine for women so that men really enjoy it all, unless if by fluke police enters the scene. The police have been so used to all this that when 80 men tried to molest 2 women on the Mumbai roads the police termed it as normal. Search it on google or something for proof. Here is a direct link to the news story online (it might have expired)The Indian Rupee
Perhaps the most useful currency in this world is the Indian rupee. It can be used to buy things for sure, it can be accepted in return for whatever you are going to buy in the worlds seventh largest country. But if you are an Indian you'll find many more uses. Consider a biker on the road without a helmet. Now many would be going like that but the Great Indian State Traffic Police might not see anybody else except for some unlucky biker who is going a bit slower than the others. The man will beat around the bush asking why you didn't wear your helmet and he would want to see your driving license, your vehicle ownership papers and other paraphernalia but if you said something like "Everybody else is driving without a helmet" then he would fine that biker Rs 500 and give that biker a ticket and ask the biker to attend a counseling session on driving. But if you how to put Indian rupee to good use you will slip two 100 rupee notes under your palm and leave the moment he sidelines you. In government offices you would do better if you payed a bribe to get your thing done rather than wait for 2 months and get frustrated always hearing the reply that your request is being processed. The rupee finds its biggest use in law offices of the registrar for land and real estate concerns where it can be used to pay the owner in black, so that the deal papers and taxes can be settled for a low amount. The typists will finish your paper in 10 mins if a 100 rupee note travelled under the table otherwise you always have the option waiting till the evening even if you gave it that morning.If you want to join a college the Indian rupee opens previously filled seats even if you have only managed to get 20% in your senior secondary school. The power that the Indian rupee gives you is unimaginable. You can run over 50 people with your brand new car and get away without any punishment even if the media and people of the worlds largest democracy made all the ruckus possible. If you are a ministers son then you can smash down the nearby 5-star hotel and act as if all you did was break a sand castle. You can poach endangered Chinkaras and Blackbucks and Asian Elephants to make your rupee but if you have it, you are the emperor.
Some NEWS
For those who read newspaper in India, the reports on babies going missing would be something as common as water. When some high profile crimes are solved it is natural for the state police to parade it with full page reports and media prime time coverage. These usually throw light on a gang which would surely have human trafficking added to its mammoth list of deeds. The humans they trafficked would be cheated women and innocent children. Children can be sold to drug smugglers who need them to send their drugs to different places as they will never be suspected. Gypsy gangs can always can always use these samll children for begging. People are very generous when they see unclothed and underfed children on roads and on railway tracks. 
When they grow older they become theives, anti-socials and what not. These poor children born in mansions and living in air-conditioned rooms never know who their actual parents were. Their so called parents the gypsies themselves would not know who their original parents were. This would look like an impossibility to anybody from some other country but not for a common Indian. Many of the higher class Indians in metros will never be affected by all this because they have enough money to justice or injustice as they wish and they present the developing face of India. The great Indian middle class will be the ones affected. I might sound bitter but then living in these bitter surroundings I consider myself lucky for not having to experience anything like the abovesaid.
When they grow older they become theives, anti-socials and what not. These poor children born in mansions and living in air-conditioned rooms never know who their actual parents were. Their so called parents the gypsies themselves would not know who their original parents were. This would look like an impossibility to anybody from some other country but not for a common Indian. Many of the higher class Indians in metros will never be affected by all this because they have enough money to justice or injustice as they wish and they present the developing face of India. The great Indian middle class will be the ones affected. I might sound bitter but then living in these bitter surroundings I consider myself lucky for not having to experience anything like the abovesaid.
On road
"The best noise-proof car in India is currently the Skoda Fabia, but even the sun-screened windows of that car will not protect me from the scenery outside. Yes it will not protect me from the scenery. You would like to know what the scenery is, it is of a poor beggar woman standing near the traffic signal with her barely-one-year-old baby. The seconds count down like hours and at last the red counting board displays the number 1. A second for the signal to turn green. As if on cue the woman falls down in front of the nearest moving car. She raises a hue and cry and the poor driver of the car is frightened. He opens the door of the car and steps out. The child looks like a soggy red-coloured cloth lump. He did not notice the woman pour a bottle of red paint into the cloth before she fell, in fact no one did, maybe expect me" said my friend. He saw this from the best possible angle and knew that the bottle was in the woman's rucksack. He was speechless when he saw a rag-clad man coming in to the small circle of people who had crowded there and suggesting that the driver pay for the hospital expenses of the baby. My friends driver got out of the car and asked the circle of people who had crowded there why the baby wasn't crying if it was hit. People checked up at once and found that the baby was sound asleep without any wound whatsoever. The quick ones understood the plot when the rag-clad man walked away with that woman whom my friend would have called that baby's mother hadn't the country been India.
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