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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUBSXc4eip7ImA9WhZVFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915774688159334775</id><updated>2011-05-27T13:14:18.932+05:30</updated><category term="Sarva Shiksha Abhiyan" /><category term="idea" /><category term="dream" /><category term="water" /><category term="water filter" /><category term="small things" /><category term="bhoomi" /><category term="terrorism" /><category term="Education" /><category term="privatization" /><title>The World Around and InTeRpReTaTiOnS</title><subtitle type="html">Thoughts, Ideas, Musings... It'z me here!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>SHREE (ಶ್ರೀ)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541927845221428283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06X1FdYKj9g/SQ82PXbN-fI/AAAAAAAADgY/YtEK6SyMBqk/S220/kaleda.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations" /><feedburner:info uri="theworldaroundandinterpretations" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUBSXc_cCp7ImA9WhZVFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915774688159334775.post-3087555771200682114</id><published>2011-05-27T12:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-27T13:14:18.948+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-27T13:14:18.948+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="privatization" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="terrorism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="idea" /><title>Great Indian Blunders</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I was going through emails of Rana / Headley revealed during Chicago  trial - It was interesting to check these mails from one Mr. Rajaram  Rege, known to Headley as PRO for Bala Thakre.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wamrqlecdEw/Td9Ru0ImxcI/AAAAAAAAERU/U8rV__ZPFCI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wamrqlecdEw/Td9Ru0ImxcI/AAAAAAAAERU/U8rV__ZPFCI/s640/1.jpg" width="494" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how well he has narrated the process of government and private tenders in  India... It was all known, or at least we had doubts - he has just  openly unfolded it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;These are the very people who rob our nation, heap up black money and become richer themselves, by making poor poorer. These people  don't have any party - they are all-pervasive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Considering that this fellow is in business since minimum 6 years, just think how much he might have robbed from India. And how many people like him India might have? What might be the amount robbed from them all? Just think, imagine - your heart is sure to stop for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So nothing can be done to stop this nonsense? Yes of course, two major things to be done by the central and state governments, and from corporates -&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2A05iHW2dxg/Td9Rx8pK0hI/AAAAAAAAERc/L8tlTudizkg/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2A05iHW2dxg/Td9Rx8pK0hI/AAAAAAAAERc/L8tlTudizkg/s640/2.jpg" width="494" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1) Make the process of tender more transparent&lt;br /&gt;
2) Get rid of middlemen in tender processes / outsourcing works&lt;br /&gt;
3) Not to award tenders to foreign companies - no one knows what kind of trap lies where.&lt;br /&gt;
4) Not to outsource works related to sensitive departments like defense and power to any company&lt;br /&gt;
5) Government should make the corruption-laden, almost-non-existent Public Works Department strong and  accountable so that public roads and infrastructure can be developed by the  government itself, no 'PPP' model that will rob people some day in future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If all these are done, where will the esteemed players of Great Indian Political League go? How will they make money? So never never will they let all these happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;To give  you three examples which I have experienced myself directly, and heard form others - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;Ad Agency&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1) While I was working for an ad agency, we had a so-called client.  Working as an area manager, he used to take the details of hoardings, FM  commercials, newspaper ads etc, and never used to get back to us. While  introspecting, we used to think bluntly, about giving best rate for  him, or about the mistake we did in presenting him the output etc. and  were thinking it was our mistake. &lt;br /&gt;
One fine day we came to know that he used to take details from us, and  was dealing with the third parties directly, avoiding us, and thus  getting the commission himself. If we had been little more clever and  able to strike a deal with him regarding the percentage, we would have  bagged projects worth crores of rupees from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TV programs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
2) We used to do a teleprogram. That had to get approvals from the  technical department of the TV, during quality check. After few initial  weeks, our programs started facing 'rejection' due to 'low quality' and  'grains' in the feed. We pondered over the reason, corrected the  shooting and editing part as much as possible, still the problem  persisted. Meanwhile we used to wonder how the programs of even more low  quality were getting telecast in same channel.&lt;br /&gt;
Finally the 'cat' was out of the bag - this cat which does quality  check, needed different kind of 'milk' - haalu in Kannada - alco-'haalu'  ! Once the cat got ample milk every week on behalf of us, there were no  more rejections for our programs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;Bharath-Rakshak&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
3) Don't ask me how I know this - We boast of having the strength of  defense missile launchers and radars - Rohini, Agni, Brahmos. All these  are constructed by private bigwigs in India. These private companies are  dependent upon UK-based or China-based (there may be other nations too)  equipments for the supporting functions. &lt;br /&gt;
Dependence is such that, one small faulty controller in a genertor set  stops whole functioning, and engineer of the foreign company which  manufactured the controller has to repair it in the spot - which is  supposed to be confidential and not accessible to the public. I know of one instance of Rohini radar used to spy Indo-pak border lying idle for more than 3 months, due to faulty spares.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How can we  trust the foreign company that provided the spares? Or such engineers who get access to the inaccessible, to repair work? There is a rule that such tenders should go to Indian-based companies,  but what is the use of this rule if the spares are foreign?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
See how vulnerable is our system. Corruption tops all other priorities.  No wonder if terror potters get easy access to our establishments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915774688159334775-3087555771200682114?l=medium-for-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations/~4/QZh1CZdJKVQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/3087555771200682114/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5915774688159334775&amp;postID=3087555771200682114&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/3087555771200682114?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/3087555771200682114?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations/~3/QZh1CZdJKVQ/great-indian-blunders.html" title="Great Indian Blunders" /><author><name>SHREE (ಶ್ರೀ)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541927845221428283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06X1FdYKj9g/SQ82PXbN-fI/AAAAAAAADgY/YtEK6SyMBqk/S220/kaleda.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wamrqlecdEw/Td9Ru0ImxcI/AAAAAAAAERU/U8rV__ZPFCI/s72-c/1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/2011/05/great-indian-blunders.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUMQno-fyp7ImA9WhZWGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915774688159334775.post-7586878366233267748</id><published>2011-05-21T17:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-21T17:48:03.457+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-21T17:48:03.457+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bhoomi" /><title>Stories of My Cutie-Pie - 1</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day my little princess was playing inside the home, near the pram. I was in the kitchen. After a while I noted that she became silent all of a sudden. I came out to check the reason.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I saw that she was chewing something. I thought it must be a piece of paper or something. She had already had her breakfast; there was nothing else I gave her to eat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;As I went near her, I could smell the pleasing fragrance of mint - I placed my finger in her mouth and dragged the thing out of her mouth - tried to figure out what it was - yes, it was a Chewing Gum!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I wondered who gave it to her... Everybody at home is aware of my reaction if at all they make her eat some junk. So it is unlikely that someone gave her that to eat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I searched all over the home. Finally found the culprit - a pink piece of&amp;nbsp; half-eaten chewing gum, know where? Firmly gummed on the little wheels of the pram, on which we take her on the road for a round in the evenings... !!! :-(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;These days we carry her out ourselves, not on pram!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915774688159334775-7586878366233267748?l=medium-for-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations/~4/5kdEkWSXQLQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/7586878366233267748/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5915774688159334775&amp;postID=7586878366233267748&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/7586878366233267748?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/7586878366233267748?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations/~3/5kdEkWSXQLQ/stories-of-my-cutie-pie-1.html" title="Stories of My Cutie-Pie - 1" /><author><name>SHREE (ಶ್ರೀ)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541927845221428283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06X1FdYKj9g/SQ82PXbN-fI/AAAAAAAADgY/YtEK6SyMBqk/S220/kaleda.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/2011/05/stories-of-my-cutie-pie-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAFRXo4fSp7ImA9Wx9UEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915774688159334775.post-7008261312381982642</id><published>2011-02-07T22:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:41:54.435+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-07T22:41:54.435+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="water" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="water filter" /><title>Water Wisdom</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever wondered what is this water filter all about? Do you still think the need to have it in your home? Then there are some insights for you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water is one precious resource on earth that doesn’t have any replacement. Though our planet is filled with 2/3 of water, most of the water is saline and not potable. Rain, ground water and rivers fulfill most of our drinking water needs. Water has never been created by man so far, but it has easily be polluted everywhere in the world by human activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rivers and ground water can be contaminated through chemicals from industries. Negligent discharge of drainage or household waste to water sources also pollutes water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spilled oil in your kitchen which you poured to the wash basin, chemicals in the detergent powder that reached your drainage from the washing machine, and all organic and inorganic waste pollutes water. Inorganic substances add various metals to the water, while organic things cause various bacteria to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is pit system for toilets with no drainage connection, nearby water bodies get easily polluted with nitrate content. Nitrates and other biological polluters like bacteria and microbes get released from human waste directly, thus making the water impure. Fertilizers also release lot of nitrate to ground water. Apart from this, there is natural pollution of water by fluorine, generally in rocky areas and in mining hubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polluted water when consumed causes numerous health hazards. For example, a bacterium named Escherichia Coli in water causes serious gastrointestinal diseases. Other water-borne diseases include amoebic dysentery, gastroenteritis, vomiting, diarrhea, malaria etc. Number of water-borne diseases increase with the quantity and intensity with which one consumes polluted water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitrate pollution of water leads to Blue Baby Syndrome in infants, a disease where an infant’s blood is contaminated resulting in death when the condition is untreated. Other ill-effects include stomach and gastrointestinal disorders. Sometimes it can result cancer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluorine contamination leads to a disease called Fluorosis. This causes awkwardly developed bones, yellow teeth with no strength and a poor health ultimately. Zinc is so poisonous that when pregnant ladies drink it they give birth to mentally challenged kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water is the base for human body, with 70 percent of human body containing water. Water is inevitable for human being, so sometimes people are compelled to drink water though it is polluted, and are on look out to use safe water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boiling the water before drinking can kill many bacteria, but nitrate concentration increases as the water boils, so the very purpose of water-purifying fails here, when water has nitrate contamination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chlorination of water is another method to treat water. Chlorination settles the dirt down, as a result water appears pure. But it also kills many useful bacteria along with harmful ones. Sometimes taking bath in chlorinated water leads to hair fall. The taste of chlorinated water is not natural. Too much of chlorinization is lethal to human beings, as it causes internal damage to the organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the alternative to get pure water? How to filter the impurities out of water? Well, this thought of filtering lead to the innovation of water-filtering technology. Today we have many technologies like Reverse osmosis, Nano-filtration, ultra filtration, micro filtration, carbon adsorption, filtration through ultraviolet radiation etc. Combination of these techniques is used to get pure water from the filter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the water distribution systems in metros of the world use large scale filtration methods, water filter is for domestic purpose, just enough to supply fresh water on daily basis. Water filters good potable drinking water whenever we want, at our disposal. Buy one today, filter out your worries with safe drinking water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915774688159334775-7008261312381982642?l=medium-for-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations/~4/2wu8TIC5vcA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/7008261312381982642/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5915774688159334775&amp;postID=7008261312381982642&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/7008261312381982642?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-23T12:19:40.380+05:30</app:edited><title>To all the Journalists...</title><content type="html">To all the Journalists who have lost hope in journalistic values inbetween corporate culture and money-minded editorial style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are tips from P.Sainath, on how to get the developmental stories noticed, published or telecast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Make yourself indispensable to your company&lt;br /&gt;2) Always remember that there are spaces even inbetween corporate-culture, where you can do what is dear to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;3) Be sharp enough to identify the space coming... and grab the right opportunity and act :)&lt;br /&gt;4) Have faith in the values you believe ( this is most important of all I believe )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heart can not feel, mind can not see.&lt;br /&gt;What the mind can not see, eye can not observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, to see a good story, passion should be part of your blood...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915774688159334775-8140710581113939764?l=medium-for-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations/~4/rbQKX0z4bSE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/8140710581113939764/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5915774688159334775&amp;postID=8140710581113939764&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/8140710581113939764?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/8140710581113939764?v=2" /><link 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nowhere</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was suggested by someone to create awareness in our program, on the roadside sellers who put a tent and sell "Ayurvedic" medicines, and promise to cure all diseases. Topic seemed quite interesting, and we started off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we got into the topic, all tent-sellers seemed like villains who indulge in anti-social activities. For the first two days we sneaked around their tents and took lot of video. Then many of their customers were interviewed. There was mixed response on the effectiveness of their medicine. There were doubts too, on their activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got to interview the sellers themselves. To our surprise, they faced the camera boldly, and told everything about themselves. Most of them come from Haridwara, Hrushikesh and parts of UP. Their forefathers used to practise native medicine, and these people have learnt that by default. They get to know about what makes a person suffer, by checking the pulse. There are people who come to them, and get their small ailments like gastrouble, acidity and muscle-catching cured. Some go to them for bigger diseases, and when they don't get relief, turn traitors to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know anything else to do, other than practising this traditional medicine system. They travel from North India to farther places in South in search of their daily bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote them, &lt;strong&gt;"Yahan pe hamare yahan jo Jadee-boothi milthe hain, vo nahin milthe. Yahan use bech diya tho thoda zyada paisa milega.. isliye hum yahan aathe hain..." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Humko yahan se bhaga denge kya behenji? Idhar nahin tho dusri jagah jayenge, lekin aap hi sochiye, hum kuch alag kaam jaanthe hee nahin, hum kyaa kar sakthe hain?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what is government doing for them, answers were like, &lt;strong&gt;"Humko yahaan se bhagaya nahi, rehne ke liye problem kiya nahi, uthna hi kaafi hai, sarkar our kya mangenge?" "Haridwar me sarkar ne ghar diya hai, bachchon ko padhayi-vadhaai ka inthzaam bhi hai, lekin hum jaise banjaare wahan kaise rahenge?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when a person is bluffing, just by looking into the eye. And I knew, they were telling the truth. I had heard about those tent-sellers who reside nearby highways, sold illegal drugs like ganja and opium, or those who indulged in robberies, or those who mediated or resorted to prostitution in the nights. Atleast those whom I met weren't among those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sellers usually choose strategic locations, near bus-stations, railway stations, near slums, near highways and ringroads. Through their attractive banners in all languages, they promise to cure Asthma, Diabetes, Arthritis, Sexual Dysfunctions etc. completely. Saying or advertising so is punishable under Drugs and Magic Remedies Act. They dont even know that. Police never has done any harm to them, because they stay away from footpaths, and their existance never obstructs movement of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, various doctors and experts were interviewed. Most of them opposed the unscientific and unhygenic way of selling medicines by roadside. But some of them were of the view that native medicine sellers sometimes have precious ancient practices and unique herbs and medicines that cure come troubles. This precious knowledge has to pass on to the next generation, officially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'z a governmental body under health department to regulate the native medicine systems. It'z called AYUSH Directorate (Ayurveda, Yoga and Naturopathy, Unani, Siddha and Homeopathy). We wanted to know what this directorate is doing. The day we went, there was a "Fake doctor" surrendering to the directorate. He din't want to face the camera. He had told in his apology letter that he'd learnt Ayurveda from his dad who'z a pundit, and practised it, and that an official of AYUSH helped him in getting the certificates necessary for practising Ayurveda. And that he's realized his mistake now, and requesting the directorate to permit him to practise if there'z a lawful means to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day we din't get interview. We waited for three days, but never got the interview of the state director, despite sending detailed questionnaire and getting the permission from Health Secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we winded up shooting session, and series was ready. First episode was based purely on the bytes of public, on roadside medicine sellers. Second episode was on the condition of the roadside sellers, their genuine problems, and the need for solutions. Third episode was on what is wrong with their practice, and the laws under which they are punishable. Fourth was on what is real Ayurveda, and what is not. Fifth was on when Home remedies will do, when to go for Ayurveda, and when Alopathy could be better option. Concluding episode warned that practising Ayurveda without proper knowledge and self-medication in Ayurveda could have side-effects, and could prove dangerous. It emphasized on the need to find a logical, humane solution to the genuine native medicine sellers who had to sit by roadside to earn their bread. Doctors and general public acclaimed our efforts. By the response we received, we know ratings too are going to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on the day we aired third episode, I got a call from one of the sellers whom I interviewed. He said people are coming and telling him that there are wrong things about them getting telecast in TV, and he asked me, &lt;strong&gt;"Behenji, aap kyun hamare pet par laath maar rahe hain? Hum sadiyon se yahee karthe aa rahe hain, ye hamaaree khaandaanee cheez hai, hum iske lava kuch nahin jaanthe... "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My efforts to explain him what we did were in vain, and he disconnected the phone by telling... &lt;strong&gt;"Hum yahan nahin tho dusree shehar jayenge, lekin yaad rakhna, aap hamaree baal-bachchon ke pet par laath mare hain...."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words lingered for a long time... I started thinking why did we put our hands to this Pandora's box. True. I'm no one to judge these poor sellers. I wonder what we telecasted can really solve problems of these poor people who belong nowhere. I know what they say is truth for them. I know that they have genuine problems to be solved. I know they have to be guided in the right direction, their kids have to be educated, they have to have right means of earning their bread. If government bothers about them a bit, they could even have a sort of do's-and-don'ts provided by a regulatory body, and a sort of licensing? But what if I know? What if I express all these? Who am I afterall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months back I had seen a printout stuck on the wall of a Unani doctor's crowded clinic. It said, &lt;strong&gt;"IF YOU HAVE A GIRL CHILD, AND IF YOU WANT A MALE CHILD, WE WILL HELP YOU TO HAVE MALE CHILD, PROVIDED YOU COME TO US WITHIN THREE MONTHS OF PREGNANCY, INSHA - ALLAH".&lt;/strong&gt; I was stunned looking at that, and at the crowd at the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are bigger fishes in the sea, who are violating laws and cheating people systematically. Do I, or anyone for that matter, dare to catch them? Does any law prevent them from what they are doing? 2007-2008 has been declared as year to spread awareness on Female Foeticide. But what has happened practically? Does anyone care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't help writing this, though I know this permeates the boundary of a blog and gets to the dilemmas of personal feelings and professional life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915774688159334775-7562100946242571420?l=medium-for-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations/~4/ZnjIFL8ApXw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/7562100946242571420/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5915774688159334775&amp;postID=7562100946242571420&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/7562100946242571420?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/7562100946242571420?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations/~3/ZnjIFL8ApXw/people-from-nowhere.html" title="People from nowhere" /><author><name>SHREE (ಶ್ರೀ)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541927845221428283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06X1FdYKj9g/SQ82PXbN-fI/AAAAAAAADgY/YtEK6SyMBqk/S220/kaleda.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/2008/03/people-from-nowhere.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUCSHY4eyp7ImA9WxZVEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915774688159334775.post-2225351867292679787</id><published>2008-02-06T21:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:34:29.833+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-23T16:34:29.833+05:30</app:edited><title>Water Woes - 2</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Problems with Water make me write again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off late there are many reports of polluted water getting supplied to residents of few areas in Bangalore... The mis-information in a sector of media on cholera outbreak... denial of the reports by BWSSB... People suffering with Gastroentitis... Few cases of confirmed Cholera too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what'z the way out? BWSSB has few water-treatment plants, which clean up the water to certain extent, supply it to the needful industries nearby, and leaving the rest of it to flow back to the rivers from which the city gets water supply. This just means that the water you drink in Bangalore could be the water that has flown from drainage nearby your home, which went back to the river and was brought back to the city... The expense for this by BWSSB is claimed to be crores of rupees per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was supposed to be a plan to treat the sewage water in the treatment plant - Tertiary Treatment - and supply it back to the city. God alone knows what happened to this plan. But the plan is good, as it saves lot of money, and the water got by this will be cleaner than the chlorinated fresh drinking water got from ThippagonDanaLLi Dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same experiment done in Cubbonpark by BDA has got positive results, with odourless clean water being got after treatment. They say the lab-test results show that the cleaned water is perfect and could be used for drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water bodies and sources are drying up day-by day. We have to accept this solution, if implemented, as there's no other go in the near future... and may be forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915774688159334775-2225351867292679787?l=medium-for-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations/~4/Ft3D-3QcFNM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/2225351867292679787/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5915774688159334775&amp;postID=2225351867292679787&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/2225351867292679787?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/2225351867292679787?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations/~3/Ft3D-3QcFNM/water-woes-2.html" title="Water Woes - 2" /><author><name>SHREE (ಶ್ರೀ)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541927845221428283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06X1FdYKj9g/SQ82PXbN-fI/AAAAAAAADgY/YtEK6SyMBqk/S220/kaleda.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/2008/02/water-woes-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ABSH0zfyp7ImA9WB5RF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915774688159334775.post-1401515855880924521</id><published>2007-06-24T22:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:52:39.387+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-24T22:52:39.387+05:30</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Life's too hectic... Can't come out of the silence here... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915774688159334775-1401515855880924521?l=medium-for-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations/~4/icL-e7rMdQI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/1401515855880924521/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5915774688159334775&amp;postID=1401515855880924521&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/1401515855880924521?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/1401515855880924521?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations/~3/icL-e7rMdQI/lifes-too-hectic.html" title="" /><author><name>SHREE (ಶ್ರೀ)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541927845221428283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06X1FdYKj9g/SQ82PXbN-fI/AAAAAAAADgY/YtEK6SyMBqk/S220/kaleda.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/2007/06/lifes-too-hectic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQEQnY6fyp7ImA9WxZVEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915774688159334775.post-7530366063968449734</id><published>2007-05-17T20:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:35:03.817+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-23T16:35:03.817+05:30</app:edited><title>Water woes....</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This wasn't the Bangalore I had stepped in during last April. I never knew Bangalore can be so hot. I used to joke with my friends that my new home I stepped in was like a fridge. It's not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know when the corporation releases water. Calling BWSSB and keeping track of that to fetch some water for cooking has become a big deal for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home town had lots of water. Lot of ground water and natural water bodies, small rivers, lot of rain. As kids we played in water, wasted so much of water. As if we owned the water and it was our right to spend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw any water problem, even in my 7 years of hostel-life, unless pump got spoilt sometimes. But was getting to know about the existing water scarcity in other parts of world, and in northern parts of Karnataka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my first job and had to move to Hyderabad. There life taught me how precious was what I wasted in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporation released 'Manjira' (it's like 'Cauvery' in Karnataka) once in two days. For half-an-hour. That was meant for drinking and cooking, and for additional needs house owner had to dig a borewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first house din't have borewell for ground water. We were dependent upon Manjira for all our needs. Since we couldn't manage, we had to shift soon to some other house with borewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second house we stayed had 2 families. Whenever Manjira came we had to fetch it. But, somehow, the water we received smelled of iron, and wasn't tasty. I don't remember how I have managed with that for about 2-3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we moved to next house, summer had stepped in. We took a rented house in ground floor. It had plenty of borewell water, and our owner aunty helped us whenver we had trouble wth catching Manjira. So water wasn't much of a problem, but we had to bear with the frenzy of Hyderabad- heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every evening we came back from office and pour bore-water to the floor of house, so that the hot floor can cool down. Then we would go to Raithbazaar, and get Mango fruits which were sold at very less price, and Palak and other green vegetables, which were meant for beating the heat of Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I used to sleep on open floor without bed, with fan running at high speed. All the windows had to be kept open to avoid the hot air. But then, mosquitoes of Hyderabad were so strong that they managed to sneak in and bite, without caring for fan..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another option too. We used to clean the terrace every evening and pour water, and sleep there. Open sky... stars... moon... old melodies played from Radio somewhere nearby... mosquitoes... and abundant of hot wind, which would cool as early morning hours neared. Still I cherish this home, bcoz of all these memories without water-woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;By this time we had become wise. We took care to move to houses with borewell and Manjira facilities. But by then, the trend of building multi-storied buildings and renting every bit of it had started in the area we stayed. The last two houses I moved belonged to this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every vessel of Manjira water, we had to stand in cue for long time, fight with those who do injustice in sharing the water and get our share. Owner aunties couldnt help much, bcoz they themselves had to fight to get water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in Hyderabad, I never saw any other area apart from Mehboobnagar. But recently in an official tour, I had the chance to visit other districts of AP like Nellore, Ongole, Guntur, Prakasam, Khammam, Vijayawada, Krishna, West Godavari etc. The coastal Andhra was greener than what I imagined, with enough water for agriculture and domestic uses. But again, the water wasnt potable in most of the areas, with excess of flourine content or excess of salinity.&lt;br /&gt;The tribals in interiors of AP din't have any access to what we call 'potable' water. They have been living like this for ages. There were too many questions haunting me, and in an effort to get answer, I drank water from a tribal's home. It did taste bit salty. But was better than what we got from local towns in bottles in the name of 'purified mineral water'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to where I belong. Bangalore. Water crisis is serious here. All the fights caused between neighbouring states are an ongoing history now. But Cauvery is a bone of contention between neighbours too. Verbal exchanges... for overflown and wasted water by switching on the pump and forgetting to switch it off in time... for the water which came silently without anybody's knowledge which nobody took note and resultant empty underground tank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many NGO's working here, to spread the awareness and inculcate the habit of rainwater harvesting, saving water etc. I'm not able to measure the impact of such small efforts, on citizen of this ever-growing metro. But one small incident I would like to share here, before signing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an event conducted in Bangalore few weeks back, with folk-dance and desi songs. Aim was to spread Environmental awareness. I went to the rpogram along with my friend and her family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way wife told husband that they should have rain-water harvesting unit in their new house, now in construction stage. Husband agreed with her and told her to speak with contractor. She said contractor is the main enemy here, he promised to have it in the building but hasn't left enough space needed for the tank. Husband promised to speak with contractor himself and settle the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether this is the result of awareness campaigns and genuine efforts, but definitely a small positive thing. An incident which makes me feel better...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915774688159334775-7530366063968449734?l=medium-for-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations/~4/dwkSvrmbaW8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/7530366063968449734/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5915774688159334775&amp;postID=7530366063968449734&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/7530366063968449734?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/7530366063968449734?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations/~3/dwkSvrmbaW8/this-wasnt-bangalore-i-had-stepped-in.html" title="Water woes...." /><author><name>SHREE (ಶ್ರೀ)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541927845221428283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06X1FdYKj9g/SQ82PXbN-fI/AAAAAAAADgY/YtEK6SyMBqk/S220/kaleda.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-wasnt-bangalore-i-had-stepped-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8GQHc8fSp7ImA9WBFbF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915774688159334775.post-5402794100652181872</id><published>2007-05-09T20:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:30:21.975+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-05-09T20:30:21.975+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="privatization" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sarva Shiksha Abhiyan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Education" /><title>The Flowers at the Feet...</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This has been boiling inside me since so many days... the education system around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiple languages, multiple religions, multiple political ideologies, multiple cultures... India is already torn into hundred and one pieces. We claim of Unity in diversity, but the fact remains to be seen by all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are very few elements that bind all Indians together, most powerful among them being Cricket. If we search for such elements, there are very rare positive instances of this country becoming united... in expressions, views, deeds etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added to this is the inequality planted by our education system, which makes privileged get good education, and underprivileged get government education. Of late I’m in dilemma... government education system is meant for whom, and what is the purpose. The rural children who are bright but don’t have access to the private schools are getting educated in government schools, deprived of the courses running the current trends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is a booming business today in this country. Too many International Schools, Residential Schools etc, with hi-fi syllabus. All the privileged kids reared to international standards. Much sophisticated, capable of speaking English and meant to go places. India’z developing finally at a faster rate!! Sounds good. Feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand there is Sarva Shiksha Abhiyan, meant to ‘universalize’ the education system across India. More of activity-oriented, performance of student measured with grades, no marks, no ranking. The idea is novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything would be fine with this system till the kids reach 10th standard. Later they will have to enter same privatized / governmental colleges. Same entrance tests for Engineering/ Medical. (No other occupation is fascinating enough for most of the Indians..!!) Same old system with examinations, marks, ranks, merit-based assessment. The novel idea dies there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear now is, these kids may not be competitive enough to deal with the system of examinations, marks and competition. A doubt, that how can a kid who doesn’t have the practise of writing any exam till 10th cope with answering so many questions in so and so time. The kids who learnt in private schools with the conventional exam-based system for 10 years would obviously be better than these..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see those innocent kids in my village who don’t know what is central syllabus or international syllabus, content with what they are learning. And the parents who are worried about the future of these kids, and how to make them competitive enough to be an engineer or medical graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids are going to end up being second-class citizen, with no white-collar, high- earning jobs. The divide is going to be bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one cares a damn. Not media. Not educationists. Not the government. The few shrill voices against the wind are not heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sarva-Shiksha Abhiyan and the privatized education look like two opposite poles to me. Sarva Shiksha Abhiyan appears like an ointment applied to a wound, keeping the thorn inside. If the media, educationists, government, and constitution can wake up so that something is done to remove the thorn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let’s not forget the flowers at our feet, while we aim high up in the sky...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915774688159334775-5402794100652181872?l=medium-for-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations/~4/qgSJnJw91KI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/5402794100652181872/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5915774688159334775&amp;postID=5402794100652181872&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/5402794100652181872?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/5402794100652181872?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations/~3/qgSJnJw91KI/flowers-at-feet.html" title="The Flowers at the Feet..." /><author><name>SHREE (ಶ್ರೀ)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541927845221428283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_06X1FdYKj9g/SQ82PXbN-fI/AAAAAAAADgY/YtEK6SyMBqk/S220/kaleda.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/2007/05/flowers-at-feet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EMQHoyeCp7ImA9WBFbFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915774688159334775.post-2019664900095166445</id><published>2007-05-07T18:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-07T19:18:01.490+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-05-07T19:18:01.490+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="small things" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="idea" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream" /><title>Sleep... Dream... and Small Things...</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;There was a time when there were expressions of what I felt, musings about everything around- about society, media, development, ideas, my own interpretations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;But then, being a nobody, there were dilemmas too... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;What'z the contribution of a small water drop to a sea...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Does a small creature count in the world too big...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;What does a small expression of one person do amidst the sea of expressions and ideas floating around...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;With all these thoughts, was fed up of 'expressions' ... tired of the journey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Wanted to sleep... And I slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;And there were Dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;So many dreams, that din't let me sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06X1FdYKj9g/Rj8tltrZ9HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oMw82cu6rMo/s1600-h/267204XeGC_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061814632127788146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06X1FdYKj9g/Rj8tltrZ9HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oMw82cu6rMo/s320/267204XeGC_w.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Dreams that showed the small drops of water that merged with sea happily to make it bigger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Dreams that familiarized those small little creatures that moved mountains...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Dreams that scrolled those small quotes and words of big people that created history...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Dreams that peeped into the world of smaller things in life which meant a lot to people, small ideas which made big difference in human history...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;I saw that Big things always started Small...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;I've slept for a long time now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Enough, now got miles to go before I sleep again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Small things, Small happinesses, Small satisfactions... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Making my world a Bigger and Better Place to Live in...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915774688159334775-2019664900095166445?l=medium-for-musings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations/~4/FD_Bpb55i3w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://medium-for-musings.blogspot.com/feeds/2019664900095166445/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5915774688159334775&amp;postID=2019664900095166445&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/2019664900095166445?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915774688159334775/posts/default/2019664900095166445?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorldAroundAndInterpretations/~3/FD_Bpb55i3w/sleep-dream-and-small-things.html" title="Sleep... 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