Sunday, July 31, 2011
Much ado about autos !
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Does India really have checks and balances?
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Spare the Army!
Microfinance in Assam - June, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
My Life, My Way
Typically, we wish for room-mates, friends, people, or in short, the world around us to adjust ‘our way’. The origin of this being the notion, that if things churn out as we want, we’d be happier and life would be more comfortable as there would be lesser reasons to fret over. But, what we fail to realize, is that even this statement does not eventually turn out to be true. There is always the thought ‘kaash, aisa hota!’
‘Is it so hard for you to understand?’…is one question we’ve all asked, somebody or the other. But how many times have we been posed the very same query? Loads, isn’t it?
This proves, that we are all ‘inflexible’ creatures, in the heart of hearts; sometimes not listening to others; and at other times discontented, because we aren’t appreciated. In a nutshell, we are all in the same boat; yes, could be different sections of the boat, but the same vehicle at the end of the day.
The above, however is simply a brief of the problem; the problem of always living with that something which is not complete—in the ‘head’ or in the ‘heart’. Next the doubt arises: What is the solution?
It doesn’t lie in one word, neither is there a shortcut to it. But the basic key, to making one’s life comfortable, is to ‘be-the-change-you-want-to-see’. By this I simply mean, that the next time before labeling somebody under the ‘Go-to-hell’ or ‘I-hate-him’ categories, just take a moment and think, what would you have done if you were in that ‘somebody’s’ shoes? If your response is what he is doing at present, then why do you not approve of it?
That, now, is because all of us want to be treated with utmost care. We would prefer someone who values us; who is there when we need him or her to be; who supports us when we face tough times; or in short, one who we know ‘will-always-be-there’.
So, first and foremost, all of us need to ‘WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE!!’ (Or Chai, for tea-aholics like me :p) Primarily, instead of seeking support, try being supportive for once. Rather than waiting for someone to call for help, try offering it ourselves. And as a substitute of expecting the other person to amend his lifestyle, fine-tune our own attitude.
Indeed, our own life isn’t a bed of roses; hence changes aren’t easy to deal with. It is hard to solve, or for that matter, even listen to someone else’s issues, when one is going through a bad phase. But that is a fact for all, right from a roadside rickshaw-puller, to Dr. Manmohan Singh (well, with all the media pressing on him these days, it must be tougher for him :p), thus even accepting that ‘Everyone has problems’, is a big realization. Is it not?
At the end of the day, life isn’t that bad. Being an optimist is tough, but not impossible. And if u don’t believe me, the next time you feel ‘all-is-not-well’, close your eyes, and remember the last time you were really really happy. A smile is what you’ll end up with :). That doesn't solve anything, but atleast helps one lighten!!
The warning is that I haven’t myself tried all of what I’ve written till date; but am on my way. So follow at your own risk…….. :)……………………………………………………[and do comment if it helps!]
-Suhani
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Social Media and Subway Surprises
I looked down to smile at her remembering Tim Harford’s view of smiling waitresses. I realized it was part of her job to smile at weary customers and that she was remunerated for the same. Nothing unusual about that.
Concentrating on the mouth-watering picture of the sandwich, I ran my eyes over all of them displayed and mused over my choice until I heard another voice from across the order counter.
“Hi Jalnidh”
Now that wasn’t written in The Undercover Economist. Did Subway start paying them for guessing names too? I looked down to find a neatly dressed guy in black with a matching black turban, smiling gallantly. I was kinda befuddled. Let me confess I am not accustomed to people bumping into me at random places to say “Hi Jalnidh”
“I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you”, I said trying hard to recollect any scintilla of familiarity with the figure.
He introduced himself, stating his name. “So how is your project going?”
The first shock was too much to face the second one now. “Which project?” – the word project reminded me only of the depository participants and derivatives I had been working on in the stock exchange during the course of my internship these days.
“Your project – the one you are working on for quite some time…”
“Oh! Éclair* - Ah! That is going good!”
The guy turned out to be my senior at school who was working part time at the outlet. I had never met him at school and never had the faintest trace of him apart from the fact that I had accepted his friend request on facebook out of sheer courtesy and second that I had seen his comments on some on my éclair photos with the kids.
And then the perfunctory stuff I am asked, continued – “Where is it working? Can I éclair? How can I help? I really wanna contribute…” More than the sandwich, a genuine outpouring of someone’s passion for volunteering made up my day.
The sandwich was done and packed, the bill paid and receipt handed over. I realized that social media had penetrated into our lives so deeply and subtly that I should be prepared for little surprises like those around the corner. Inspiration and enthusiasm spread in fountains through social media. Today éclair owes much of its success to Mr. Zuckerburg more than anyone else.
*Éclair is a street school chain being run by the author and some of her friends that aims to get street kids, especially kids of migrant laborers enrolled in regular schools through an informal rudimentary class taught in open parks.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Is the Government subsidising the Delhi Metro?
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Parkinson's Law
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Funnynomics - Can you guess what is it?
HI. I know this is funny. There is a micro economic concept illustrated through the picture above, yes it makes perfect sense. Lets see if you can guess. Do give it a try. Good luck :)
Young Diplomacy
Just last year, I had witnessed my first college election voting. I was very keen to vote. Having heard so much about voting rights, with democracy being the buzzword, the mere thought of how my vote could contribute in how a college government would shape up, gave me an inexplicable sense of responsibility. My friend, Andrila had clearly, confessed to me about her absolute disapproval towards indulgence in elections of any sort. She maintained that “diplomacy was the best policy”.
Sadly, that’s the plight in our country among most of the youngsters and their attitude towards the Government. In India, there are many unspoken, diluted but nonetheless evils in the form of developed and orthodox mindsets, both on the sides of the generation above 30 and the generation below that. People have a natural tendency to believe that experience and at that “years of experience’ is the only viable and feasible solution to acquiring enough efficiency of skills and thought, in order to be adept enough to make concrete, changes such in the Government. Youngsters are thought to be irrational, rash and lacking in depth and stability. They are restricted to only being “cool, rebellious and happening”.
But perhaps, we can see a changing scenario, looming in the backdrop with the advent of dynamic personalities like Agatha Sangma, Sachin Pilot, Rahul Gandhi and Omar Abdullah calling the stops in the Government. . One of the most violent phases of Youth politics came with the attempted self-immolation by Rajiv Goswami, in protest against the implementation of Quota system under the Mandal Commission. Other remarkable instances to follow are - Omar Abdullah, 38, was sworn in as India’s youngest Chief Minister in the New Year. Barack Obama is just 47!
Thinking and contribution from youngsters in unhampered, devoid of manipulation, as it is not influenced by any partial view of reality. J.K. Rowling has aptly said: “Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth”. In today’s knowledge-based economy, what you have is more important than what you’ve experienced and that’s what we find in the youth.
Youth involvement would also bring in a fresh surge of new innovative ideas, and most importantly a lot of spirit and enthusiasm. Going on the lines of the Anil Kapoor Starrer – Nayak, where a 32 year old man becomes Prime minister for a day and the whole functioning of the Government changes!!
If we as a nation have to move ahead and build the country of our dreams, we have to use politics as a medium to ensure that the Government remains sensitive and accountable to the people. We need developed and young minds instead of corroded and corrupt minds.
The youth shouldn’t get perturbed by old conventions and disapproving, lashing tongues. As a saying goes- To change the system you have to be in the system”. The country desperately needs some young leaders who personify energy, enthusiasm, morality, and diligence. During Independence we have leaders from all across the country like Jawarhar Lal Nehru and BR ambedkar active on the political forefront but sadly today politics is an avenue more so for the hierarchy, and the security due to the fact than rather a venture which people want to join as a result of their driven passion for their motherland. We have a handful of young leaders who are very much within the circle of politics, hailing from big families who have built empires in politics and the work affiliated to them, presumably for this very reason lacks passion and devotion. They are driven more by an obligation to carry the family trade on then rather a morale inherent sense of duty to their country.
Youth, clearly don’t consider politics as one of the most sought after, lucrative and comforting job avenues to venture into. But at times, when the youth so actively is involved in issues like the Jessica Lal murder case and reservations, their actions and their passion for fighting the cause totally negates any illusion of disinterest harboured by them towards politics. Second reason may be that young people are not given opportunities to prove themselves claiming that they are not equipped with experience to participate actively in the governance of the country. This somehow seems relatively more plausible and a reason as the monopoly of old leaders in almost all avenues of politics is disarmingly prevalent.
What I passionately desire is that voting should be the first step to establishing an inlet for fresh blood. Youth should actively campaign for the cause and themselves should be active participants in the voting process. Last year, there was so much of hue and cry about voting, the media coverage the publicity was phenomenal, but the outcome was pathetic. In fact superstars like Priyanka Chopra and Shahid Kapoor who had actively campaign for the cause, had themselves refrained from participating in the process.
The idiosyncratic laidback attitude and apathy associated with the voters, young and otherwise should be removed. We shouldn’t forget that complaining about all the numerous problems and defects in the Government is not the only way out. We should move and fight and strive for all the change that is possible at our level. It’s only then, can we witness a change in the functioning of the country. And for most of us, who think that they really don’t care about the way things function, then I presume we should really think about all the villages which don’t have electricity, all the women who are raped and yet haven’t got justice, for all the families who have lost their loved ones and the murderers are at large, looming free. Who are we fooling... our country, our people or ourselves?
-Priyanka Dass Saharia
Monday, July 4, 2011
The Special Ones
A rather impulsive post this is!!
I recall sitting in my school bus one rainy morning last year, looking at the road. We reached Dwarka, and thanks to the water-all-over, vehicles honked more than they moved. I saw a scooty stop, a young pretty lady got off, lifted her daughter from behind, made her wear the Hannah-Montana school bag, and holding her hand, waited for her school cab. The daughter, dressed prim-n-proper, hugged her mom, and said ‘Mujhe school nahin jaana!’ .Oh Gracious! I thought, that was so me (junior version)!!
Having nothing else to do, I continued staring at them. The mother wiped off the baby’s tears, and promised to make her sweets once she returned. The child, reluctantly, but did, sit in her cab, and waved goodbye. Mommy-dear stood there till the cab was out of sight, and was off on her scooty thereafter.
It brought to mind the fuss I used to create, when forcibly sent to school. I too was promised sweets, told stories on the way, and even dropped to school at times. And now, at the age of 19(well, almost!), I have become a college girl. Blah!! Gone are the days when my maa shopped for me, n dad took me out for a movie. Times have changed, and so have I.
Living in the same house, the only ‘quality time’, we spend together as a family is at dinner. But, deep down, what we know is that we are all bound, by a strong thread, ‘Love’. A feeling, though hardly expressed, it keeps us together. What we forget is expressing it, putting it to words, bringing it to the forefront of our lives.
And this isn’t just about me, but all of us, who find it so difficult to spare a few minutes to tell their parents how special they are. They’ve taught us almost everything, about work and hope; to always do what is right; to remind ourselves what goes eventually comes back, and hence to be true to oneself throughout this journey called ‘life’. So go ahead, take a moment off, give them a hug, and let them know how much they mean to you!!
Till next time……..:)
-Suhani