• Much ado about Modi


    These days it is hard to take a stand in Indian Politics. Frankly with everyone just interested in dotting their i’s and crossing their t’s, it is difficult to say something without it being analysed to the last molecule to find out what was the intent of the person voicing that opinion.

    A case in point is the recent debate on whether Narendra Modi was promoting communalism by talking about the Burqa of Secularism. Last night every TV channel was screaming itself hoarse about why Mr. Modi alluded to a Burqa when he was criticising the Congress for indulging in Vote Bank politics. According to them, if he really didn’t want to be communal, he should have deftly avoided any reference to the topic and concentrated solely on growth and development as indicators of good governance.

    As Nirmala Seetharaman pointed out last night, any one reference by Mr. Modi that is tinged with a “communal” connotation is magnified to eternity while a similar gaffe by a Congressman is glossed over by a press that claims to be non-partisan.

    While I think all politicians are self serving and have no interest but their own at heart, I actually feel sorry for Mr. Modi. He is damned if he does and even more damned if he doesn’t. Any word that he uses has the potential for being slanderous or demeaning or vilifying the “minority” community. And as Mr. Shashi Tharoor said in an interview last night, we are all a part of a “minority” community with every person in India belonging to some sub sect of some sub caste of some region! Why can’t the Press just ignore the politicians and their silly quibbling over words and concentrate on more important matters like We the People of India. While the BJP is shouting down the new Food Security Bill, the Congress is beating this same beaten drum not realising that they have been in power for almost the entire time of post Independent India. Isn’t it a darn shame that after all these years, they have still not eradicated poverty, still not alleviated the lot of the masses, still not improved the economy, still not assured the safety of its citizens, basically still not delivered on any of the promises that it has repeatedly touted year after year after year?

    When will the people of India realise that the Congress is truly India’s worst enemy. Under the guise of being secular, they are only filling their own pockets and fooling the people with the same silly storyline they’ve been spinning for years. If I were the Press, I would harp on this rather than on whether the Congress or BJP is communal or not.

    Today when I walk down to the bhaji market past one of Mumbai‘s “poshest” neighbourhoods, I have to assiduously avoid the overflowing gutter water gushing down the slope, navigate the pot holed roads that I have to walk on to avoid stepping on the vendors , cows and beggars sleeping on parts of the pavement that is not uneven. And when I pay Rs. 60 for a kg, I see more than just the red of the tomatoes.

    The Government of the people, for the people and by the people is not tinged blue, black or purple but is made up of men of straw reflective of our own ineptitude and corruption.

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  • Today is the last day this grand old building will send out a telegram for the service of the Telegraph Department will be stopped. I wonder what it will deal with though?

    Long, long ago when Colaba Causeway abounded with Hippies and the fumes of Hash over powered the fumes of petrol, the CTO used to be crowded with dirty, scruffy foreigners picking up money from home. When prosperity came back to the Western world and the hippies found themselves and  became investment bankers, the building was cut into half, and juxtaposed with a modern tower called Videsh Sanchar Bhavan, a huge ugly monstrosity (whose loose marble cladding  often killed a hapless passerby) thus ruining the topography of the elegant  Indo Saracenic neighbourhood in the heart of Bombay.

    While many people of my generation or older would be sad that another link to the past is thus being severed, there are literally millions who don’t know the difference between a telegram and a telegraph leave alone the spelling of  the word.

    “A telegram is a communication or what you send to a person,” I remember Mrs. Downey intoning in her deep sarcastic tones, “while a telegraph is the technology or the means by which you send a telegram”, simultaneously flinging a piece of chalk at one of the boys at the back who were more interested in watching the skirt ride up high on a thigh of the girl in front of them rather than learn the subtleties of words of similar meaning.

    In the good old days when telephones were for the rich and famous ( or very important people) the telegram was the  fastest way to communicate for mere mortals like us. And it was efficient too :  I remember getting a telegram late at night from my father who was posted in  the Himalayan foothills  saying ” Leave granted. Coming by morning flight”  or a message from my Uncle asking us to meet his wife at the Railway station at at 1500 hours on Monday 24th July with a hot flask of tea and parathas for her dinner as the pan-Indian train she was traveling passed through our town on that day.

    But there are telegrams and telegrams and I often remember the story old  Mrs. Rodrigues told me. She was waiting for her luggage to arrive when she got a telegram saying ” Truck felled. Luggage Late.” The poor lady  not only spent several days in the same clothes but also mourned  the loss of her best  China that she had so carefully transported throughout the length and breadth of the country over several years and numerous postings. “But, can you believe this?” I remember her asking, ” When the luggage arrived it was all intact! When I asked the Transporter what he meant by the telegram, he said ” Oh madam, the truck broke down in the ghats.” Obviously the telegraph operator was not in Mrs. Downey’s class and didn’t know the difference between  Felled and Failed .

    Telegrams were also sent as greetings on Birthdays, Anniversaries,  Weddings ( May Heaven’s Choicest Blessing be showered on the Happy Couple), Birth announcements ( Sharda blessed with Bonny Baby Boy. Mother & child doing well) or  examination results ( Passed with Distinction)  and the telegram deliverer would wait with open hand for a tip for being the harbinger good news. I remember particularly every New Year’s day the bell would ring at 6 am and a telegram wishing my father in law ( who was in Africa those days)  a very happy birthday being thrust under my nose. Already annoyed at being woken up so early after a late night party, I would get even more mad when I was asked to shell out some money  under the pretext that the sender of the telegram had short changed the Department!!!! This was a sure way of getting the sleep out of my eyes for not only was I paying for something I didn’t ask for but I was paying for a greeting for a man who wasn’t even there!!!!

    Thus began my dislike for the telegraph department which would unfailingly show up for a tip for a service they no longer provided. So while the rest of the world may mourn the demise of telegram, I for one couldn’t be happier! This year I will have one less group of people at my door on Diwali demanding a tip .

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  • Mobile woes

    Buy Samsung Galaxy Young S6312: MobileI was the last person in my house to get a mobile phone simply because Ivalue my space and love being incommunicado. It suited me just fine that I couldn’t be contacted all the time.  However, it wasn’t long before I had to succumb to the pressure of being available  at the other end of the line especially when everyone was using travel time to catch up on gossip, news and information via the cordless, wireless and completely mobile phone. So I chose the cheapest model my argument being that completely lacking the envy factor it would never be stolen. Within days, the evil eye cast its gaze on it and the screen developed a crack making the phone even less desirable. I was happy with this phone for several years till finally I found that the replacement battery was not made any more since the model was long since phased out…. This time round there were several cast off models lying at home so I picked one of them up and used it till it died a natural death. Thus for the past several years, I have been connected albeit with a basic phone. This suited me fine as I had absolutely no use for any of the fancy features: the ear phones didn’t stick in my ears so I couldn’t  listen to the radio; the screen was so small that taking photos was pointless; I had no business to conduct so I didn’t need to email anyone or calculate numbers or maintain a schedule of “things to do”. Thus I was one of the few people who used a mobile phone purely for what it was meant to be used for primarily – call someone in an emergency.

    But all that changed when Wow Dinga came into my life. Suddenly I realised that I should be one of those hip grannies who whipped out a smart phone and proudly showed off pictures of their grandchildren. I actually took a photo of  ” the new man in my life” and proudly showed him off to my friends only to meet with their incredulous cries of ” Oh My God! Just look at that!” If you thought they were referring to Wow Dinga, you’ve got that wrong. They were referring to my mobile phone which was all of two years old ( at least in my possession). While it didn’t bother me too much, it completely offended Hubby Dear who was personally affronted by this reaction to my phone. So he took it upon himself to personally get me a suitable phone.

    Last Saturday he and Anna Shetty went out in the rain and came back with a Samsung Galaxy Young a sleek, smart phone that did it all without being so large that it covered my face. Since then I’ve been trying to figure out how it works. I realised that apart from getting slimmer and slicker, the phones also come without old fashioned manuals. I had no option but to let Anna Shetty take the lead in deciphering how to get my phone working. In between feeds she transferred some numbers from my old phone onto the new and then left me to my own devices to decipher the various icons, functions and movements.

    The first time I got an incoming call I didn’t know how to answer it so I preferred to disconnect and call back.That was after I figured out that the strange ring tone was coming from my phone! But what I really find hard to come to terms with is the size of the keys on the touch screen. They are so tiny and close together that I often have to press several times before I get the right letter. Perhaps I will have to lose weight so that my fingers are slim enough to hit the right key or then file a nail to a point so that I make no mistake!

    p.s. I was so disheartened with my “progress”  or rather lack of it that I indulged in my next favourite activity net surfing and came upon this blog……….

    .http://babafoodananda.blogspot.in/2013/07/embarrassingly-easy-nutella-coffee.html

    This is one dessert I’m definitely going to try.

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