Thursday, September 19, 2013
Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Creating employment - the stupid way
Why don't they just do it?
Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Tatkal woes
Excuses they make
For travelling 22-23 km to my office we burn fuel for 1.5 hours in Bangalore's broken, crowded roads.
This is called 'excuse', in my opinion. I mean the first statement :)
Thursday, August 29, 2013
The Parliamentary India
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
How to be a successful driver in Bangalore
[Will keep on updating this post]
In Bangalore's centimeters per hour traffic, here are some tips to be successful:
- Learn to multi-task: They say we should not do anything else while driving. Yes, we shouldn't. But in Bangalore only 30% of the total time we spend behind the steering wheel of our car is being used for controlling the vehicle moving forward. 70% of the time we'll be idling in traffic. So plan accordingly.
- Have a 5-Dimentional mentality:
- Look forward to see vehicles in front stopping suddenly because of pedestrians or cows in the centre of the road
- Look right to see vehicles jumping from right lane to left lane
- Look left to see vehicles changing from left lane to right lane
- Look down to see potholes
- Look up to see signals every 200m
- Offence is the best defence : However careful you are, at least once in two weeks you'll hit someone or will be hit by someone. There are proven methods of handling this situation. The one who argues first and raises his voice more(preferably animated) will be the verdict to come out unharmed, and in flying colours. You can even hit the other driver if you are successful in doing just this - and once started, helping hands will be joining from all the directions.
Monday, August 26, 2013
Politicians: A national asset
It's just my view:
Monday, July 15, 2013
Inspected with Pride
In fact I would prefer something to be inspected with 'care' or some feeling of that would allow make him to expect there can be mistakes in manufacture. Pride? Never.
Monday, June 24, 2013
The Highway Hit-And-Run
The alto guys, when saw me standing on two legs, tried to escape from the scene quickly, literally saying "see he's fine". !!!!. In his opinion I was just fine, with my aching chest and leg when I somehow managed to stand up. When I say many of the drivers on Kerala roads are no better than criminals, most won't agree. But I leave it to you, to comment on it. This was a guy considered to be very decent in his area. Anyway, since there were some of my acquaintances there I guess, the guy had to take me to the nearby hospital, from where they escaped after paying some 200 bucks for the X-Ray and initial medications, promising me to pay for the damages on the bike. And it was the last time I saw them. I reached back to the spot on another car, and took the bike to home alone, since I was able to drive it.
Then came weeks of medications and taking rest. Bathing in some medicated water, which became black colored because of the components added in it, including pepper leaves and frankincense.
But, Thank you Jesus. For the care you had for me, and the quickest of actions at the most needed times. Any of the cars or buses or trucks on the highway could've crushed me to a lifeless collection of organs, had it not been the unconditional, ever active and ever so near love of Jesus. My God is Super!!!
Started loving some SUVs ( ssh... don't tell anyone )
An SUV is haunting me in my dreams for a few days now, being a strong contender for the 'dream car' position in my heart. Maybe that's because it's a Porsche. I'd like to call the Cayenne a 'big, heavy car' instead of 'an SUV' though.
What the Cayenne started, CRV continued, and Land Rover and Q3 made to finish. Now I do love some SUVs, even though I hate most of them.
The hype called salary hike in Indian software companies
So from the context of a single employee, the salary he gets every time is the same as the offer he got when he started his career a fresher out of college. Modest gratuities and once in 5 yr hikes apart, this is the standard across the industry. If he wishes any more improvement in compensation, he needs to jump from one company to another, which draws an average of 30% hike. But company jumping needs some 2-3 yrs between them otherwise he's considered a 'frog' - someone who jumps too much.
Tuesday, July 03, 2012
Back Into Biking
Not too good was my biking experience considering the 2-3 accidents I had, 2 of which could be fatal-the one we-my brother and I had at Munnar and the one I had at Kolenchery. God saved me from danger in both cases. While the former had been due to my mistake, the latter happened to be from others' carelessness. Anyway, I found the fact - Biking Is Dangerous - and 10 times so when you're in Kerala. My mind made calculations and work-outs this way and that way, and finally decided on quitting biking. That was about 2 years ago.
For quitting, I had to sell my bike. I tried for that. Not too late, my Honda CBF150 (the 'Unicorn') was sold, with the credit of some 68000 odd kilometers on its odo. It'd done a very good service to me, that too without demanding too much for maintenance or fuel expenses or almost any complaint at all - and what more, the depreciation was just INR 12500 for 2yrs 8 months and 68000 kilometers. That's very decent, I see. Anyway, I lost him.
And thus did I bid goodbye to biking. Or so I thought.
Facts of life nailed deep into the wheel of time hesitate to fade out by the brushing of small decisions and shallow dedication of this poor and powerless man. It was poverty - or what we call the 'lack of money' - that made me buy a bike again. I was tired of borrowing, and EMIs.
My new buy was a 1yr 9 months old Black Hero Honda Karizma ZMR-one of my dream bikes. It hd clocked just less than 8000kms, and without any accidents. Mithu and I went to see the bike at Indiranagar, Bangalore and the same day decided on buying the bike, as it was a good deal. The next day we paid 75000 Rs and took it home. And thus starts my life on bike - again.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Friday, October 14, 2011
Customer satisfaction - Software Service Companies in India
Friday, September 16, 2011
A few of the things which happen daily here...
. Petrol price increases.
. Another central govt politician accused of Rs 2000 Cr. bribes
. 4 members in a family dies in road accident.
. CM must quit: Opposition
. Expressway a blow to the ecology: Studies
. PWD announces potholes on roads are due to rain
. Kerala minister calls opposition leader 'Hippopotamus'
Monday, November 22, 2010
Thursday, July 01, 2010
One Family . . Blow Horn . . One 'Chiled'
Driving in India makes a complete man. In Kerala, a perfect man.
Truly. You could learn everything if you don't mind spending a few hours regularly on Indian roads - walking or driving, or still better, riding a two wheeler. If you feel you don't have the time to do so, welcome to Kerala, for a crash course.
The faster, the better. We choose the latter.
If you want to learn what's dictatorship, watch a tipper for a while - if you can manage to. Making way for itself, respectful of no one who comes along is part of their duty.
If you haven't learned of 'hereditary dictatorship' in your political classes, watch for a private bus to pass by, followed by a Kochi city service bus. You've now learned it exempli gratia.
If you want to learn how to take chances, watch for two-wheelers here. Close your eyes if you find anyone going without a helmet. That's called 'idiocy' on wheels.
If you want to learn whatever family planning schemes India has implemented or proposed, miss no comments written behind National Permit trucks.[One Family . . Blow Horn ... One 'chiled' , We one..Stop..Ours One , We Two ..NP.. Ours Two,... ]
Don't forget to call God in emergency times, you'll be well-taught to do so, if you could read the 'Daivame...' written at least at two places on every load carrier in Kerala, including those killer tippers.
If you find it difficult to believe power 'breaks', read what's written behind mini-trucks and ambassador cars.
Interested in Romantic poetry? Watching rickshaws is your job for the day, to see what’s written on their mudflaps.
To see how bribery works and bribers don’t, just have a look at the roads in Kerala. It’s not because people not paying taxes, but the taxes we pay are going to individuals, through the government methods and institutions.
And to find how daylight robbery works, go to any petrol bunk you see around, and ask for petrol price of the day.
Thursday, March 04, 2010

Sophistication Counts. Unfortunately
Maybe it's so childish or thoughtless saying it'll work, but I feel it'll. So I'm putting it out here.
2 weeks ago I read in newspapers about the fire accident in the Carlton Towers, downtown Bangalore, along with photos of people peeping out through windows, because the building was filled with smoke. They couldn't breath. Some left their lives due to suffocation, burns and some by falling on the ground. Some jumped from the 6th floor, to their death. A few of the daring among them tried to tie their shawls to the window and get down through it.
I don't know if the building had safety systems to be used in case of such emergencies. If not, why didn't they install any? that too I don't know. But I know a method, which can save many lives in such cases, which would have saved most, or almost all the lives of those died in the Carlton Towers last week. It's not costly or rare, nor is it difficult to install. No maintenance needed either. All it lacks is a bit of 'sophistication'.
They call it 'rope'.
If they had a good rope kept somewhere in all the floors, the victims could simply tie it to the window or a pillar in case of such an emergency, just as how they tied the shawl to the window, and come down through it, in case they can't use lift or staircase or any other system inside the building. Anyone can simply tie the rope on a window, and come down it. Maybe it'll hurt your palms a bit. It may make your skin a bit reddish. In my opinion, it's better than being burnt in the safety of the building.
And then, you may say it's not a good idea to come down supporting your weight by holding a rope, from maybe 4th or 6th floor. I agree. You may say, 'for us it'll be ok, but for women and the weak it'll be difficult'. But if I remember right, even women jumped straight down to the street, or tried to come down through the shawl tied to the window of the 5th floor. You know it's much easier.
It's not easy to come down through a rope from tall buildings, but then it's better than jumping down from the same, or eating smoke. I sincerely think it's a nice idea as a last resort. And I wouldn't hesitate coming down through a rope, be it from 10th floor, if the building is on fire, and there is no escape through inside the building.
I'd have kept in my cupboard a good, strong rope, had I been in any floor above 2nd. For my safety, at least, if none else agrees with me. One day or the other, we'll have to die. That's for sure, but what I feel is being burnt is not the best method for it :)
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