Yo... every one writes and every one wants to be heard.. and ofcourse they always make sense -atleast to themselves -- and they convey the feel of the reading populace-- apparently-- perfectly.
Some like few writers cause they write what the readers like to read, some writers know the color of glasses their audience wear and tone to that taste. In today's world of "me" and "my" and "I" many dont even consider what the opposing view is.
But once in a while we get to see some real gem writers who are sincere and honest, one such guy who writes some super cool stuff is Dan Froomkin. Dan is a contributing columnist for the Harvard University puppet Niemanwatchdog. Dan also contributes to one of the most interesting columns i read everyday on WashingtonPost, the White House Briefings, a very interesting and informative column that gives you a take on everyday happenings.
Writers like Dan are pearls and rare ones too. In this world of writing "bumper sticker" headlines and empty columns, Dan stands apart!!
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Monday, February 20, 2006
Danish Delight: Inclusiveness the theme of cartoons
Yo.. things are going smooth, no fresh news that really draws your attention, no not even Mr Cheney's hunting mishap... man was i relieved to see Mr Wittington (the victim of the accident) stand up and walk and talk. Now we can forget this unwanted episode and move on with some real issues that are staring this nation.
On the world front, i read an excellent column by Flemming Rose of Jyllands-Posten. Rose, the editor who commissioned the cartoons for their Danish daily, gives his REASONS for publishing those cartoons.
When i read that Washington Post column, it made sense to me, but unfortunately he may be preaching to the choi`r. The real audience who need to read his article are in the middle east, clueless what they are upto and why they are the pawns they are.
Radical Islam has no place in this world, just like Adolf Hitler had none in the earlier generation. The main reason we see these riots and kidnappings and their spin-offs are all branched from the lack of perspective that some of the middle-east governments and its citizens exhibit.
Underlining the fact that this rowdy cowards have no clue about whats going on is the fact that, the US interests and embassies getting burnt and attacked. This reeks stupidity and underscores the desperation of Muslim mullahs from the mid-east. Last i checked, these cartoons were printed in Denmark which is in Europe not North America. How this became a mid-east vs US issue is beyond me or any straight thinking induvidual.
Added to this is the forgotten fact that these cartoons were published in September 05. Why on earth this explodes in Feb 06 -- even if tempted to give credit to the fact they have a late fuse -- is not readily comprehensible. At the center of all are a pair of Imam's -- who got Danish citizenship.. but why?? -- who traveled to Mid-east and spread the cartoon.
Now, here is the discomforting fact, they have one of their own who goes about distributing -- whats technically deemed unfunny -- cartoons. And i do subscribe to the school of thought they distributed far more offenseive caricatures than that were published on the daily.
If Jyllands-Posten and its editors are under such heckling and attacks, so should the Imam's who spread the hatred.
The editor argues very well, his real intent and that was to bring to light the fact that Muslims -- the conservatives -- are bring included in the society and the society preaches the concept of maturity to handle criticism.
The funniest part of it all is the fact that those cartoons are more thought provoking than hate inducing, i have seen far more offensive material hurled against Jesus Christ and Christianity and Hinduism than what these cartoons do.
I could not believe my eyes when i was watching a news report that showed Iranian youth signing up to hurt America. Again, why exactly this is a US problem boggles me. I am certain about one thing, the religion of peace as some paint it, is far from it, that religion if anything is the factory that produces some filthy induviduals who care not for other souls and humans.
The craziest thing of all, not even a tenth of this rioting mid-easterners may have seen these cartoons, maybe if they do, they will reflect and think what all the fuss was about.. or maybe not, after all they do prefer caves than beaches and enslaving women than recognize them and corrupt the youth than let them mature.. may be the light at the end of the tunnel is too bright for them, may be like a scared beast they start running away from the light..
On the world front, i read an excellent column by Flemming Rose of Jyllands-Posten. Rose, the editor who commissioned the cartoons for their Danish daily, gives his REASONS for publishing those cartoons.
When i read that Washington Post column, it made sense to me, but unfortunately he may be preaching to the choi`r. The real audience who need to read his article are in the middle east, clueless what they are upto and why they are the pawns they are.
Radical Islam has no place in this world, just like Adolf Hitler had none in the earlier generation. The main reason we see these riots and kidnappings and their spin-offs are all branched from the lack of perspective that some of the middle-east governments and its citizens exhibit.
Underlining the fact that this rowdy cowards have no clue about whats going on is the fact that, the US interests and embassies getting burnt and attacked. This reeks stupidity and underscores the desperation of Muslim mullahs from the mid-east. Last i checked, these cartoons were printed in Denmark which is in Europe not North America. How this became a mid-east vs US issue is beyond me or any straight thinking induvidual.
Added to this is the forgotten fact that these cartoons were published in September 05. Why on earth this explodes in Feb 06 -- even if tempted to give credit to the fact they have a late fuse -- is not readily comprehensible. At the center of all are a pair of Imam's -- who got Danish citizenship.. but why?? -- who traveled to Mid-east and spread the cartoon.
Now, here is the discomforting fact, they have one of their own who goes about distributing -- whats technically deemed unfunny -- cartoons. And i do subscribe to the school of thought they distributed far more offenseive caricatures than that were published on the daily.
If Jyllands-Posten and its editors are under such heckling and attacks, so should the Imam's who spread the hatred.
The editor argues very well, his real intent and that was to bring to light the fact that Muslims -- the conservatives -- are bring included in the society and the society preaches the concept of maturity to handle criticism.
The funniest part of it all is the fact that those cartoons are more thought provoking than hate inducing, i have seen far more offensive material hurled against Jesus Christ and Christianity and Hinduism than what these cartoons do.
I could not believe my eyes when i was watching a news report that showed Iranian youth signing up to hurt America. Again, why exactly this is a US problem boggles me. I am certain about one thing, the religion of peace as some paint it, is far from it, that religion if anything is the factory that produces some filthy induviduals who care not for other souls and humans.
The craziest thing of all, not even a tenth of this rioting mid-easterners may have seen these cartoons, maybe if they do, they will reflect and think what all the fuss was about.. or maybe not, after all they do prefer caves than beaches and enslaving women than recognize them and corrupt the youth than let them mature.. may be the light at the end of the tunnel is too bright for them, may be like a scared beast they start running away from the light..
Friday, February 03, 2006
Hypocrites : Radical Islamists
Ok.. here i am watching a nice evening News Broadcast from BBC.. everything is the same.. Prince Harry wore a pink suit today and England Soccer coach getting duped by a fake sheikh..
Same ol England i thought.. when they got serious..
Anchor.." and now we are taking u to Denmark where the radical Muslims are reacting to Danish newspapers"..
hmm.. i thought.. do these gusy NOT fight anybody? or do these guys NOT have a problem with anybody..
apparently... some Newspapers published a photo of a holy GOD.. [ who till date no one has sighted by the way ] and apparently the radical Islamists don like it [ coz they really donno how he shud look ] and they were burning Danish flags...
got me laffing my ass off.. are these guys for real?
if they wanna hide in their wacko caves and wear tight robes and pink suits and cover their leaking egg-rolls on their noses with black veils.. am all for it u minions...
but u have no foot hole in an other nation.. where by the way democracy is followed and people can express their rights and feelings..
and then came the funniest bit.. a local IMAM.. [ now if this guy is so religious why did he flee Palestine in the first place? ]
he says " i WANT the Danish country to declare NEW laws.. u cannot insult us... u can have ur freedom but we wont tolerate this"
either he drinks waste-oil or leaks thru his nose.. heres some news Mr whatever..
U r in a different country.. they are not in ur fundamentalist country.. u FLEED ur country for greed and money and u begged "immigration" and became a "citizen" of denmark and now u want to turn around and cry foul?
the Americans are right.. Europeans are fools... they shud have never let the radicals into thier country.. Look at what France went thru bcos of another set of wackos?
Heres news to u Mr Imam.. u cannot be a hypocrite... u demand that we change Eurpoean and American rules for u freakin wackos to be accomodated..
[so that u can practice driving planes into buildings] on the same note will u demand ur COUNTRY to change laws so Iran n Iraq and oil-for-corruption regimes will accomodate Americans and Europeans... allow Gay marriage and allow our way of life in ur country?
answer that and take ur egg-roll nose to right where u came from.. Insa-allah
Same ol England i thought.. when they got serious..
Anchor.." and now we are taking u to Denmark where the radical Muslims are reacting to Danish newspapers"..
hmm.. i thought.. do these gusy NOT fight anybody? or do these guys NOT have a problem with anybody..
apparently... some Newspapers published a photo of a holy GOD.. [ who till date no one has sighted by the way ] and apparently the radical Islamists don like it [ coz they really donno how he shud look ] and they were burning Danish flags...
got me laffing my ass off.. are these guys for real?
if they wanna hide in their wacko caves and wear tight robes and pink suits and cover their leaking egg-rolls on their noses with black veils.. am all for it u minions...
but u have no foot hole in an other nation.. where by the way democracy is followed and people can express their rights and feelings..
and then came the funniest bit.. a local IMAM.. [ now if this guy is so religious why did he flee Palestine in the first place? ]
he says " i WANT the Danish country to declare NEW laws.. u cannot insult us... u can have ur freedom but we wont tolerate this"
either he drinks waste-oil or leaks thru his nose.. heres some news Mr whatever..
U r in a different country.. they are not in ur fundamentalist country.. u FLEED ur country for greed and money and u begged "immigration" and became a "citizen" of denmark and now u want to turn around and cry foul?
the Americans are right.. Europeans are fools... they shud have never let the radicals into thier country.. Look at what France went thru bcos of another set of wackos?
Heres news to u Mr Imam.. u cannot be a hypocrite... u demand that we change Eurpoean and American rules for u freakin wackos to be accomodated..
[so that u can practice driving planes into buildings] on the same note will u demand ur COUNTRY to change laws so Iran n Iraq and oil-for-corruption regimes will accomodate Americans and Europeans... allow Gay marriage and allow our way of life in ur country?
answer that and take ur egg-roll nose to right where u came from.. Insa-allah
Saturday, January 14, 2006
ORIGIN OF SCIENCE—A MYSTERY .. by Sriram Nathan
Days are not far away, when no one will feel lonely. Robots are a mile away to be a part of your day-to-day life activity. Technologies are burgeoning exponentially. One can travel from Chicago to Mumbai in an hour, like going in a metro (house in mumbai and work in Chicago). All these are possible in a few decades. A look back at where did science begin, does not give a solid answer.
Assumptions are a part of scientific findings Science and Math are interrelated. Scientists have assumed for convenience and have given solutions. Laws and Axioms are findings, which restrict the freedom of more findings with limitations. Aryabatta (great mathematician) assumed that, a stone as 1 and two stones as 2 and so on. How has this mathematical simplicity led to a ramification of scientific innovations. Everything in this world is going under assumption. New year eve, Languages we speak, currency we use, and so on. No one has found an answer why we exist, why are you doing a thing at some particular time, why am I typing this at this moment and so on.
Man’s destiny is unknown, so is the origin. Even though there has been failures in findings, how has man’s inventions derived a conclusion. Does this prove the existence of God. Is he helping us to derive a solution. All religions say “ Service to mankind” is the meaning for the existence of mankind. Science is doing it. So, does it suggest that Science’s destiny would be God? Whatever is the origin of science, let destiny bring more answers, of course with more assumptions. We will not fail.
Assumptions are a part of scientific findings Science and Math are interrelated. Scientists have assumed for convenience and have given solutions. Laws and Axioms are findings, which restrict the freedom of more findings with limitations. Aryabatta (great mathematician) assumed that, a stone as 1 and two stones as 2 and so on. How has this mathematical simplicity led to a ramification of scientific innovations. Everything in this world is going under assumption. New year eve, Languages we speak, currency we use, and so on. No one has found an answer why we exist, why are you doing a thing at some particular time, why am I typing this at this moment and so on.
Man’s destiny is unknown, so is the origin. Even though there has been failures in findings, how has man’s inventions derived a conclusion. Does this prove the existence of God. Is he helping us to derive a solution. All religions say “ Service to mankind” is the meaning for the existence of mankind. Science is doing it. So, does it suggest that Science’s destiny would be God? Whatever is the origin of science, let destiny bring more answers, of course with more assumptions. We will not fail.
Friday, January 13, 2006
NFL.. Playoffs
Yo.. smell it.. come on i can smell it?.. Its playoffs.. the wild-card weekend is done and now comes the most exciting 4 weeks in the Football Calendar.
The 4th of course is the superbowl, for which America pauses and rejoices.
I love NFL, nothing like it, many people get turned off by the smash mouth hits and the never-ending stoppages, not me.. for 4 quarters i see chess minds at work, i see powerful men showing their ability, i see wily coaches foxing out victories and i see incapable refrees blow calls like they are blowing into a balloon.
I love the Indianapolis Colts.. Peyton Manning, their steward and captain and symbol of class will lead ths team to victory come Febuary, i am salivating for the moment when all commentators start throwing deserved praises against the greates athelete in this game right now.
Go Peyton.. Go Colts.. Go Indy.. Its our Time and its NOW!!
The 4th of course is the superbowl, for which America pauses and rejoices.
I love NFL, nothing like it, many people get turned off by the smash mouth hits and the never-ending stoppages, not me.. for 4 quarters i see chess minds at work, i see powerful men showing their ability, i see wily coaches foxing out victories and i see incapable refrees blow calls like they are blowing into a balloon.
I love the Indianapolis Colts.. Peyton Manning, their steward and captain and symbol of class will lead ths team to victory come Febuary, i am salivating for the moment when all commentators start throwing deserved praises against the greates athelete in this game right now.
Go Peyton.. Go Colts.. Go Indy.. Its our Time and its NOW!!
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Price of $$ Dollar Menu
Yo.. " Paba pappap pan.. am luvin it.. " the most famous hum in television networks these days.
"Its a Dollar people.. and you get your stomach full".. true to word McDonald's offers some tempting stuffs, no wonder they have lasted this long.
Even though many McDonald apers have come and gone, some still stay. The single most laziness inducing industry is the Fastfood industry.
Am not blaming all hotels and restaurants, they make stuffs that are good and also difficult ot make at home, they are here to stay with reason.
But all this Fast-food mania, that sweeps the nation, drive thoughs and what-nots, with Burgers and Whoppers and Quarter-pound meals and what-nots for 99cents. They stuff you up right.. but the problem is just that, the dont use ingredients of highest-quality.
Trans-fat and what not has made the Americans baloon and their girths are bigger. Obesity and over-weight kids are there to be seen everywhere, its the habit of eating-out.. that people mistake to be cool and people mistake to be as healthy as home-cooked food thats fueling this growth of girth.
No rocket science.. but as people stuff themselves with low-quality, high-cholestrol, high-calorie, high-fat.. with trans-fat food, they inject more harmful material to their body than any other source.
Eating out is a slow poison, doing it everyday is a fad for some, most dont care to exercise it off, all the unhealthy byproducts get accumulated all over the body and people become unfit, unfit people become lazy, lay people eat more, eating more without physical work makes them fat, as they get fatter, they tend to not move, as they are non-movable, they become couch-potatoes, as they sit on the couch watching NFL, they binge n hog..
this cycle is never-ending, until it ends all. No surprises when reports show child-obesity and heart-diseases increasing. All those 99cent meals make our body unhealthy and over course of time, people have to check themselves into hospitals and weight programs. How costly is that?
When a good exercise routine would prevent all these, do we want to hurt our body and wallet?
Its our duty to take care of ourselves, taking care of one's body is not a hobby or extra activity, it should be as involuntary as breathing itself.
Lets get out exercise, reduce that belly, reduce blood sugar, reduce high blood pressure and keep off those pounds of fat.
Lets take care of ourselves, frankly.. not doing so is a sin and a crime.
"Its a Dollar people.. and you get your stomach full".. true to word McDonald's offers some tempting stuffs, no wonder they have lasted this long.
Even though many McDonald apers have come and gone, some still stay. The single most laziness inducing industry is the Fastfood industry.
Am not blaming all hotels and restaurants, they make stuffs that are good and also difficult ot make at home, they are here to stay with reason.
But all this Fast-food mania, that sweeps the nation, drive thoughs and what-nots, with Burgers and Whoppers and Quarter-pound meals and what-nots for 99cents. They stuff you up right.. but the problem is just that, the dont use ingredients of highest-quality.
Trans-fat and what not has made the Americans baloon and their girths are bigger. Obesity and over-weight kids are there to be seen everywhere, its the habit of eating-out.. that people mistake to be cool and people mistake to be as healthy as home-cooked food thats fueling this growth of girth.
No rocket science.. but as people stuff themselves with low-quality, high-cholestrol, high-calorie, high-fat.. with trans-fat food, they inject more harmful material to their body than any other source.
Eating out is a slow poison, doing it everyday is a fad for some, most dont care to exercise it off, all the unhealthy byproducts get accumulated all over the body and people become unfit, unfit people become lazy, lay people eat more, eating more without physical work makes them fat, as they get fatter, they tend to not move, as they are non-movable, they become couch-potatoes, as they sit on the couch watching NFL, they binge n hog..
this cycle is never-ending, until it ends all. No surprises when reports show child-obesity and heart-diseases increasing. All those 99cent meals make our body unhealthy and over course of time, people have to check themselves into hospitals and weight programs. How costly is that?
When a good exercise routine would prevent all these, do we want to hurt our body and wallet?
Its our duty to take care of ourselves, taking care of one's body is not a hobby or extra activity, it should be as involuntary as breathing itself.
Lets get out exercise, reduce that belly, reduce blood sugar, reduce high blood pressure and keep off those pounds of fat.
Lets take care of ourselves, frankly.. not doing so is a sin and a crime.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Coffee -- my changing taste
Wow.. here i am standing in a line.. for my morning coffee at a pretty decent coffeshop. As the line was unusually big today (hush.. generally it means i woke up late and the cascading effect is standing in such a big line)..
anyways.. this gave me the chance to mentally chose the type of coffee i wanted to have.. let me go with half & half and 1 sugar i thought.. nah... milk and 1 sugar.. ok decided..
the line was darn long.. gave me the excuse to think about the days .. when i was home with my parents and my mom made her signature coffee..
our style of coffee is very removed from the American coffee.. back home.. we had coffee with lots of milk and 2 or 3 sugars.. the best part of our home-made coffee is.. the strength of the coffee.. for a few ml of it we get such a great aroma and such darkness that its imperative we add a good amount of milk.
here sometimes when standing in Starbucks and ordering the supposedly Dark Espresso.. you can find many immigrants .. smiling wryly.. with a "what?.. dark ?.. this..? huh.. ok!!" look..
infact when i got my first American Coffee, i sweared to God.. i wil never insult my taste bud and consume another coffee like this.. no matter the cost.. no matter the effort.. i will drink the normal coffee..
but.. aah.. that feels so long back.. coz.. i love the American coffee.. believe it or not.. i sometimes have it without milk.. that was unimaginable not long back..
but truth be told.. its not a total surprise i like the American coffee now.. because i am more used to it.. more used to its texture, flavor and the tinge it leaves on the tongue.. i like that.
infact.. funny but true.. last weekend i made my original normal coffee.. to reminisce the old times i guess.. and i swear i made a good one.. but somehow my tongue disagreed..
where is the tinge .. where is the subtle darkness in the coffee.. why is it milky.. my taste-buds killed me with these questions..
i think i was amused to say the least.. my taste has gotten programmed to the American Coffee..
contrary to what people say its not aping Americans.. its merely following and appreciating what feels good..
with time and the mentality to appreciate other tastes i slowly appreciate the beauty of the other coffee.. which is my normal coffee now..
there is a lesson in this.. when you goto a new place.. never ever curse how that place or culture looks abnormal because you dont follow it.. be with an open mind and before long.. you will realise and appreciate the novelty of the other world..
aah.. time to order my coffee.. dark with half & half and 1 sugar please!!
anyways.. this gave me the chance to mentally chose the type of coffee i wanted to have.. let me go with half & half and 1 sugar i thought.. nah... milk and 1 sugar.. ok decided..
the line was darn long.. gave me the excuse to think about the days .. when i was home with my parents and my mom made her signature coffee..
our style of coffee is very removed from the American coffee.. back home.. we had coffee with lots of milk and 2 or 3 sugars.. the best part of our home-made coffee is.. the strength of the coffee.. for a few ml of it we get such a great aroma and such darkness that its imperative we add a good amount of milk.
here sometimes when standing in Starbucks and ordering the supposedly Dark Espresso.. you can find many immigrants .. smiling wryly.. with a "what?.. dark ?.. this..? huh.. ok!!" look..
infact when i got my first American Coffee, i sweared to God.. i wil never insult my taste bud and consume another coffee like this.. no matter the cost.. no matter the effort.. i will drink the normal coffee..
but.. aah.. that feels so long back.. coz.. i love the American coffee.. believe it or not.. i sometimes have it without milk.. that was unimaginable not long back..
but truth be told.. its not a total surprise i like the American coffee now.. because i am more used to it.. more used to its texture, flavor and the tinge it leaves on the tongue.. i like that.
infact.. funny but true.. last weekend i made my original normal coffee.. to reminisce the old times i guess.. and i swear i made a good one.. but somehow my tongue disagreed..
where is the tinge .. where is the subtle darkness in the coffee.. why is it milky.. my taste-buds killed me with these questions..
i think i was amused to say the least.. my taste has gotten programmed to the American Coffee..
contrary to what people say its not aping Americans.. its merely following and appreciating what feels good..
with time and the mentality to appreciate other tastes i slowly appreciate the beauty of the other coffee.. which is my normal coffee now..
there is a lesson in this.. when you goto a new place.. never ever curse how that place or culture looks abnormal because you dont follow it.. be with an open mind and before long.. you will realise and appreciate the novelty of the other world..
aah.. time to order my coffee.. dark with half & half and 1 sugar please!!
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Cell Phones.. Blah Blah Blah
Yo.. was heading home.. thoughts running/planning for what was left of the day.. hmm "gonna have fun, have a light dinner .. watch some comedy... not on FOX ofcourse.. listen to some light music and for total fun listen to Michael Kay blabber some junk on talk radio. listen to some light music and hit the sack"
great everything planned.. so here goes the implementation.. leave office, catch the subway, i like the subway.. no Not because Mayor Bloomberg goes through the same contaminated and smelly cars.. but because nobody's cell phones work on them!!
what a relief to be on a subway, i mean why cant people talk softly over the phone. Like i wanted to hear whether her dog had pooed in her neighbour's lawn and how they didnt pick it up. and that was fun as hell !!
subway is a blissful curse, u sit through shit but you dont hear no nonsense!!
aah.. but you can only be so lucky, for i am not yet so rich to stay in the Urban city, so i hop out of the smelly subway car to a higher-priced (no other option) train that takes me to my home. This train is thankfully well maintained but alas.. the cell phones work.
i mean which is the worser curse, the subway smell or the working cell phone ..
no brainer.. the working cell phone.. when people chit-chat and blabber stuffs that they wont normally talk if it werent for the free mobile-to-mobile minutes, you know how technology is misused.
For its my understanding cell phone is a tool used when necessary and its needed to be. You dont have to discuss how your neighbour's daughter is a lesbian or how your husband can motor on in such an old-age in the... public, yet not, comforts of a train.
The damn you. i dont give a rat about what you think of what i talk is apalling. cell phones are the single most abused device, i would prefer a measure on not using cell phones on public vehicle using a jammer. Unless ofcourse if its 911. All others can wait to get down from the car.. Leave others alone..
As such i have so much crammed in my brain, the last information i want to learn is about your diet schedule or how you love your girlfriend!!
great everything planned.. so here goes the implementation.. leave office, catch the subway, i like the subway.. no Not because Mayor Bloomberg goes through the same contaminated and smelly cars.. but because nobody's cell phones work on them!!
what a relief to be on a subway, i mean why cant people talk softly over the phone. Like i wanted to hear whether her dog had pooed in her neighbour's lawn and how they didnt pick it up. and that was fun as hell !!
subway is a blissful curse, u sit through shit but you dont hear no nonsense!!
aah.. but you can only be so lucky, for i am not yet so rich to stay in the Urban city, so i hop out of the smelly subway car to a higher-priced (no other option) train that takes me to my home. This train is thankfully well maintained but alas.. the cell phones work.
i mean which is the worser curse, the subway smell or the working cell phone ..
no brainer.. the working cell phone.. when people chit-chat and blabber stuffs that they wont normally talk if it werent for the free mobile-to-mobile minutes, you know how technology is misused.
For its my understanding cell phone is a tool used when necessary and its needed to be. You dont have to discuss how your neighbour's daughter is a lesbian or how your husband can motor on in such an old-age in the... public, yet not, comforts of a train.
The damn you. i dont give a rat about what you think of what i talk is apalling. cell phones are the single most abused device, i would prefer a measure on not using cell phones on public vehicle using a jammer. Unless ofcourse if its 911. All others can wait to get down from the car.. Leave others alone..
As such i have so much crammed in my brain, the last information i want to learn is about your diet schedule or how you love your girlfriend!!
Smell of New Year
Aah New Year.. dont we love it.. i mean L-O-V-E it. There is something alluring every year, when the calendar flips over. Hope and Excitement, though we have been through this cycle before, every new year brings something new and positive (we hope).
We want to believe that we will wash away our debts in Lottery and we will hit the Sports Clubs to run-off the winter belly. We believe that abstaining from having donuts for a week will reduce our blood sugar and being nice to our neigbour on new year day will wash away the curse we exchanged during our kids soccer practice.
Its the belief that wanes every late fall and ironically gathers steam in the peak of winter during the first day of a brand new year. I have grown to like this flipping every year, i mean what an excuse to forget some of our less inspiring habits.
We can always say, hey come on " i was like that last year.. not anymore".. forgetting barely 15 minutes had elapsed from the old year.
Its an excuse to come clean for few people, its an excuse to reform and an excuse to forget the sufferings. Its an opportunity to look at the future, to build on our dreams to chase and achieve.
The hope that mushrooms from the calendar flip is one of the amazing man-made creations.
I mean, we should all be happy and thank the guy who found about the earth's rotation and implemented it into our life with a calendar flip.
Consider how boring it will be, if today was Day #1002345 with no site of a brand new Day #1, consider how we cant say " honey, i promise i change this habit next year... sweetheart.. i will quit smoking next year"... instead we have to say "honey, i will get you the ring on Day #1230456".. how boring only geeks and Mathematicians would love that world.
I love it, the hope that springs eternal with every flip is a chance to tell ourselves, that we can do better in the new year.
Can you smell success? can you feel the warmth and hope? wel come '06 we have been waiting for you for sometime now..
Happy New Year!!
We want to believe that we will wash away our debts in Lottery and we will hit the Sports Clubs to run-off the winter belly. We believe that abstaining from having donuts for a week will reduce our blood sugar and being nice to our neigbour on new year day will wash away the curse we exchanged during our kids soccer practice.
Its the belief that wanes every late fall and ironically gathers steam in the peak of winter during the first day of a brand new year. I have grown to like this flipping every year, i mean what an excuse to forget some of our less inspiring habits.
We can always say, hey come on " i was like that last year.. not anymore".. forgetting barely 15 minutes had elapsed from the old year.
Its an excuse to come clean for few people, its an excuse to reform and an excuse to forget the sufferings. Its an opportunity to look at the future, to build on our dreams to chase and achieve.
The hope that mushrooms from the calendar flip is one of the amazing man-made creations.
I mean, we should all be happy and thank the guy who found about the earth's rotation and implemented it into our life with a calendar flip.
Consider how boring it will be, if today was Day #1002345 with no site of a brand new Day #1, consider how we cant say " honey, i promise i change this habit next year... sweetheart.. i will quit smoking next year"... instead we have to say "honey, i will get you the ring on Day #1230456".. how boring only geeks and Mathematicians would love that world.
I love it, the hope that springs eternal with every flip is a chance to tell ourselves, that we can do better in the new year.
Can you smell success? can you feel the warmth and hope? wel come '06 we have been waiting for you for sometime now..
Happy New Year!!
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Pain of being a FAN
Here i am staring at the TV.. looks like forever.. but only the past 3 hours.. The Yankees are playing game 5 of the first round playoffs.. Win or Go Home.. The Anaheim Angels are ahead in the score by 2 runs. In comes my hero Alex Rodriguez.. whos the best player ever to grace the game.
Derek Jeter, the Yankee captin, is leading off first-base, ARod checks with the umpire, digs in front of home-plate. He pauses, for what felt like an aeon for me, the season was standing in front of us, the yankees. I could not handle this thing, whats that.. yeah the pressure.. just too much for me to take, the whole Yankee team is on the railings of the dugout, cheering the Man, the phenom ARod. I was wearing my Yankee cap the reverse way, a superstition when your team wants to make a come-back.. its called the rally cap.. i cant believe i was this tense.. the pitcher checks in with the catcher.. the nasty Angel stadium crowd.. anything but filled with Angels.. pouring expletives at ARod.. for one they are jealous that Yankees have him but also because they find it too much tension to take.. they need an outlet..
Don worry i thought.. it will be decided one way or another.. oh jeez.. wont the bloody pitcher throw the ball over.. No.. he does not he is scared to let the ball go from his hand.. the catcher goes to the pitcher tries to calm him down .. the umpire seeing this goes to the mound asks both of them to throw the ball and not hold the game in pause..
the pitcher says he is ready.. now ARod digs in again.. the ball is hidden in the pitchers glove.. ARod was showing the calmness that you wont be faulted if u mistook him to be a saint.. the catcher flashes some hand signals like a dance teacher.. the pitcher somehow in that 2.3 seconds understood that sign and is ready.. now ARod needs time.. umpire calls timeout
ARod steps out of the batter's box.. sweat pouring from his forehead.. i was there comfortably in my room at 60 degrees.. but due to the tension of this game.. i was sweating profusely too.. the radio announcers were growing crazy.. i could not bear them anymore.. switched off the radio.. muted the TV and prayed one last time to GOD..
ARod is ready.. digs in.. umpire signals play resumption.. catcher is ready.. pitcher is ready to throw.. he kicks his leg high up in the air.. raises his arm... the hand holding the ball comes out of its hiding place.. shoulder jettisons into a swing like motion.. hand comes down from a level above his shoulder to below his shoulder.. the ball is finally released.. its on his way at 98 miles per hour.. all it has to travel is some 50 feet... it cant get sooner to ARod..
ARod's bat was there ... right there... waiting .... waiting.. the ball half way thru the distance... Yankee manager sweating like he is on a trek in sahara... i am in a kneel down position on the carpet.. Derek Jeter ready to run from first base... catcher raises his glove to catch the ball...
the ball has completed 3/4 of the path.. the whole Yankee season... on a wrap on that ball thrown at ARod.. ARod as calm as a saint.. waiting with patience..
no hurry on his part.. probably thats why he earns $25 million a year.. to show patience n cool in such a situation.. ball at 4/5 of the distance..
ARod .. ever ready.. now releases the motion that will define the 2005 season of my dear Yankees... ball comes .. ARod hits it.. ball leaves the bat.. in the direction pointed by the bat...
it was supposed to go high into the air .. far away .. atleast 400 feet .. for us (Yankees) to tie the game.. but ARod's hit was rolling on the ground..
So what.. if he can get to first base without getting run out.. next guy can win it... was my thought process..
oh damn.... there was a fielder form the enemy team.. and the ball was heading right towards him... my heart was pounding... ok not more than one guy whould be run out i hoped..
but the fielder collected the ball cleanly.. threw a bullet throw to second base.. Jeter run out at second base.. the second base guy threw to first base.. ARod OUT!!
both guys run out.... the Angel stadium erupted with joy..
ARod the saint cursed himself... cudnt blame him.. i did too.. not myself but him..
the game was gone.. the season was gone .. over.. finished..
ARod the MVP screwed up the time when we needed him the most..
the Yankee dugout was like a funeral home.. every team member face white as snow..
they showed yankee fans.. they were headed for the exit..
this was embarassing.. 5 years without a trophy..
my superstition busted.. Yanks lost.. i cursed myself.. i cursed ARod.. i cursed every single Angel player and their fans..
no use.. game over.. so is the season.. as we all get to see in 2 week's time.. some other team take our trophy..
wait.. wasnt there a 3rd out?.. but he also grounded out after another tease.. i cursed even more.. felt like an idiot.. felt like someone stole something from me.. felt numb.. felt a body blow..
oh this pain.. oh this pain.. of being a fan...
Derek Jeter, the Yankee captin, is leading off first-base, ARod checks with the umpire, digs in front of home-plate. He pauses, for what felt like an aeon for me, the season was standing in front of us, the yankees. I could not handle this thing, whats that.. yeah the pressure.. just too much for me to take, the whole Yankee team is on the railings of the dugout, cheering the Man, the phenom ARod. I was wearing my Yankee cap the reverse way, a superstition when your team wants to make a come-back.. its called the rally cap.. i cant believe i was this tense.. the pitcher checks in with the catcher.. the nasty Angel stadium crowd.. anything but filled with Angels.. pouring expletives at ARod.. for one they are jealous that Yankees have him but also because they find it too much tension to take.. they need an outlet..
Don worry i thought.. it will be decided one way or another.. oh jeez.. wont the bloody pitcher throw the ball over.. No.. he does not he is scared to let the ball go from his hand.. the catcher goes to the pitcher tries to calm him down .. the umpire seeing this goes to the mound asks both of them to throw the ball and not hold the game in pause..
the pitcher says he is ready.. now ARod digs in again.. the ball is hidden in the pitchers glove.. ARod was showing the calmness that you wont be faulted if u mistook him to be a saint.. the catcher flashes some hand signals like a dance teacher.. the pitcher somehow in that 2.3 seconds understood that sign and is ready.. now ARod needs time.. umpire calls timeout
ARod steps out of the batter's box.. sweat pouring from his forehead.. i was there comfortably in my room at 60 degrees.. but due to the tension of this game.. i was sweating profusely too.. the radio announcers were growing crazy.. i could not bear them anymore.. switched off the radio.. muted the TV and prayed one last time to GOD..
ARod is ready.. digs in.. umpire signals play resumption.. catcher is ready.. pitcher is ready to throw.. he kicks his leg high up in the air.. raises his arm... the hand holding the ball comes out of its hiding place.. shoulder jettisons into a swing like motion.. hand comes down from a level above his shoulder to below his shoulder.. the ball is finally released.. its on his way at 98 miles per hour.. all it has to travel is some 50 feet... it cant get sooner to ARod..
ARod's bat was there ... right there... waiting .... waiting.. the ball half way thru the distance... Yankee manager sweating like he is on a trek in sahara... i am in a kneel down position on the carpet.. Derek Jeter ready to run from first base... catcher raises his glove to catch the ball...
the ball has completed 3/4 of the path.. the whole Yankee season... on a wrap on that ball thrown at ARod.. ARod as calm as a saint.. waiting with patience..
no hurry on his part.. probably thats why he earns $25 million a year.. to show patience n cool in such a situation.. ball at 4/5 of the distance..
ARod .. ever ready.. now releases the motion that will define the 2005 season of my dear Yankees... ball comes .. ARod hits it.. ball leaves the bat.. in the direction pointed by the bat...
it was supposed to go high into the air .. far away .. atleast 400 feet .. for us (Yankees) to tie the game.. but ARod's hit was rolling on the ground..
So what.. if he can get to first base without getting run out.. next guy can win it... was my thought process..
oh damn.... there was a fielder form the enemy team.. and the ball was heading right towards him... my heart was pounding... ok not more than one guy whould be run out i hoped..
but the fielder collected the ball cleanly.. threw a bullet throw to second base.. Jeter run out at second base.. the second base guy threw to first base.. ARod OUT!!
both guys run out.... the Angel stadium erupted with joy..
ARod the saint cursed himself... cudnt blame him.. i did too.. not myself but him..
the game was gone.. the season was gone .. over.. finished..
ARod the MVP screwed up the time when we needed him the most..
the Yankee dugout was like a funeral home.. every team member face white as snow..
they showed yankee fans.. they were headed for the exit..
this was embarassing.. 5 years without a trophy..
my superstition busted.. Yanks lost.. i cursed myself.. i cursed ARod.. i cursed every single Angel player and their fans..
no use.. game over.. so is the season.. as we all get to see in 2 week's time.. some other team take our trophy..
wait.. wasnt there a 3rd out?.. but he also grounded out after another tease.. i cursed even more.. felt like an idiot.. felt like someone stole something from me.. felt numb.. felt a body blow..
oh this pain.. oh this pain.. of being a fan...
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
A Simple idea.. A Habit for LIFE !
Am a sports freak, i really am. My love for sports started without my knowing, before i knew what hit me, i was an avid sports fan. I have a vague idea of how it happened, credit goes to my dad. This if i remember right happened when i was 12, seeing me mostly inactive and becoming a TV-guy bothered him, he wanted me to do something useful, that could be physically and mentally useful.
He asked me to start reading newspapers, i was like yeah, those days "The Hindu" newspaper was like a mini-geography book, full of solid content, no wishy-washy or unwanted stuff, NEWS, thats all it had. Naturally, i did not warm up to it, my dad was bent on me getting started with newspapers, so he suggested me to look at pictures, hoping that would help me gain interest.But, seriously, all the newspaper had was pictures form train accidents or politicians waving their hands.
Yeah, fair to say, this picture experiment did not pan out. Then my dad, suggested, browse through the Sports section only, you can read about Kapil Dev, then mega indian cricket star. Wow, that was something that appealed to me. So i started to look at cricket related news and Sports. But, cricket is not round the year game, so during periods where there was no action i did not have much to read in that section.
Thats when i noticed a small section on Soccer, the English Premier League, it somehow was interesting to read about. And fortunately there was an EPL game that evening broadcast on ESPN, i warmed up to it, the game was between Manchester United and Liverpool, and Manchester were playing great football, the commentator was singing praises for their coach and how beautiful their game was, truth be told that game looked splendid, and they scored a few times and it all looked fun.Next day, i read about them in the sports section, this was a break through for me, i read something other than cricket.
My interest for Soccer in general started growing, so much so that i started to watch and read about it a lot. What started as a simple idea by my father, i became addicted to newspaper, slowly i read other sections politics, city life and globescan.Today, the first thing i do in the morning as i sip my coffee is read the newspaper. And when i browse through the sports section, i always get reminded of how this habit started by a simple idea from my dad. Thanks dad, you have given me a great habit that i cherish everyday!!
He asked me to start reading newspapers, i was like yeah, those days "The Hindu" newspaper was like a mini-geography book, full of solid content, no wishy-washy or unwanted stuff, NEWS, thats all it had. Naturally, i did not warm up to it, my dad was bent on me getting started with newspapers, so he suggested me to look at pictures, hoping that would help me gain interest.But, seriously, all the newspaper had was pictures form train accidents or politicians waving their hands.
Yeah, fair to say, this picture experiment did not pan out. Then my dad, suggested, browse through the Sports section only, you can read about Kapil Dev, then mega indian cricket star. Wow, that was something that appealed to me. So i started to look at cricket related news and Sports. But, cricket is not round the year game, so during periods where there was no action i did not have much to read in that section.
Thats when i noticed a small section on Soccer, the English Premier League, it somehow was interesting to read about. And fortunately there was an EPL game that evening broadcast on ESPN, i warmed up to it, the game was between Manchester United and Liverpool, and Manchester were playing great football, the commentator was singing praises for their coach and how beautiful their game was, truth be told that game looked splendid, and they scored a few times and it all looked fun.Next day, i read about them in the sports section, this was a break through for me, i read something other than cricket.
My interest for Soccer in general started growing, so much so that i started to watch and read about it a lot. What started as a simple idea by my father, i became addicted to newspaper, slowly i read other sections politics, city life and globescan.Today, the first thing i do in the morning as i sip my coffee is read the newspaper. And when i browse through the sports section, i always get reminded of how this habit started by a simple idea from my dad. Thanks dad, you have given me a great habit that i cherish everyday!!
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Let GAYS also be Gay!!
World is a maze, people try to meander through the turns and potholes, wade through troubles. As we embark on our journey called life, we accrue some priceless ideas, we learn some enlightening thoughts, we meet refreshing people, we realise.. we change and update ourselves as the world churns and as we expose ourselves more to this maze.
The journey and the accruement of knowledge never ceases, the ones who realise this are forever humble and enlightened. For some though, the learning does cease, seemingly having gained enough information and ideas about life, they are set for their journey.
Among the plethora of information we gain in this journey lies the dynamic called human relation. The love, the hate, the friendshp, the kindness, the cunning, the revenge -- sum it up .. the emotion, these are all bundled and gift-wrapped in a wonder called relationship among humans.
The beauty of these relations is the love that we are able to show and long for from our close friends and family. Family, a fascinating idea, that bonds small groups of people into a unit, a unit that fights for each other and a unit that fears for and feels for one another. The man, the woman, the family. The institution called family was defined, units were formed and they were there for one another. The "family" always operated under the premise that "unlike" poles attract, so it defined captains of the ship, the man and the woman. They steered the family through thick and thin and took care of the passengers, the children.
The premise, is and never was as rigid as the magnetism that it is based on. Only that the realization took long. The institution "family" was always assumed to have a man and a woman, the fact that both are needed for their passengers(children) made it a passable premise. The fact that something was never questioned may not always mean that it is always right. No one questioned the premise, everyone merely followed the template and life went on.
Only that, the one constant in this world -- change -- sprung up. The premise was questioned, life changed, life was magnetism .. no more. The premise was moderated, the family was changed to reflect the revolutionary thinking -- a pair is a family, and that pair can be like ilks.
Men and women, young and old, were seething.. the institution afterall is the foundation.. is the fabric.. of civilization. Questioning, the building block on which years of faith were invested was not just insulting, it was atrocious.
Ofcourse, any new idea will have to go through the test of time, the test of resistance, the test of anger and the effort of thwart. Couples, gays as they were termed, were made to wade through all these waters.
To those resisting it was a matter of angst that drove from their conscience, the feeling of breach.. a feeling of disobedience. Disobedience.. to God claim some. It is the obedience to this holy God, they claim, is the reason for resisting.... the resisting of altering the "premise" of family.
This process of redefining can be prevented no more, too much water after all have gone under the bridge. The prudent ones know, the redefining is done.. and whether the "old premise" people like it or not, the "new premise" is there to stay. Some, still resist.. argue that, a unit can only be "a man and a woman", to them "new premise" is an affront. Whether we want to acknowledge it as a new premise or not, atleast we have to relaize there co-exists a premise, where a unit, can infact be a man and a man or a woman and a woman.
The sooner we appreciate it, the better off we all are. In this effort, the resistance to thwart will go by the wayside, sooner if not later. For, we the "old premisers" have to realize, they are fellow humans with a different take in and about life.
That if we allow ourselves to realize, is fascinating. What makes the world go on and on, without boring us is the one constant -- change. The lack of it, would spell doom.. everyday we wake up to not only repeat what we know, but if possible learn and appreciate something we do not know.
Resistance will come and go, the women were never supposed to vote or never supposed to leave the house or never supposed to be leaders. Then that fascinating thing... change .. happened. We now see, those points and those "premises" as weird.
Like that, the new premise for family, will have to be accepted, for the good of so many souls that believe in it.
A good stepping stone, in this inevitable and welcome change is the effort by California Assemblyman Mark Leno to legalize the validity of "same sex" marriage, is commendable. Like any other path breaking effort, ones that require an altering of our fabric, this faces all sorts of criticisms and oppositions.
But, my dear fellow "old premisers", we are well past the time where a provision needs to be added to our premise. Let us appreciate the basic truth, that they are human beings. Let us hope that the California Governor Mr Schwarzenegger appreciates that fact and approves the bill.
Let us treat our fellow humans as just that, give them their recognition and their rights.
The journey and the accruement of knowledge never ceases, the ones who realise this are forever humble and enlightened. For some though, the learning does cease, seemingly having gained enough information and ideas about life, they are set for their journey.
Among the plethora of information we gain in this journey lies the dynamic called human relation. The love, the hate, the friendshp, the kindness, the cunning, the revenge -- sum it up .. the emotion, these are all bundled and gift-wrapped in a wonder called relationship among humans.
The beauty of these relations is the love that we are able to show and long for from our close friends and family. Family, a fascinating idea, that bonds small groups of people into a unit, a unit that fights for each other and a unit that fears for and feels for one another. The man, the woman, the family. The institution called family was defined, units were formed and they were there for one another. The "family" always operated under the premise that "unlike" poles attract, so it defined captains of the ship, the man and the woman. They steered the family through thick and thin and took care of the passengers, the children.
The premise, is and never was as rigid as the magnetism that it is based on. Only that the realization took long. The institution "family" was always assumed to have a man and a woman, the fact that both are needed for their passengers(children) made it a passable premise. The fact that something was never questioned may not always mean that it is always right. No one questioned the premise, everyone merely followed the template and life went on.
Only that, the one constant in this world -- change -- sprung up. The premise was questioned, life changed, life was magnetism .. no more. The premise was moderated, the family was changed to reflect the revolutionary thinking -- a pair is a family, and that pair can be like ilks.
Men and women, young and old, were seething.. the institution afterall is the foundation.. is the fabric.. of civilization. Questioning, the building block on which years of faith were invested was not just insulting, it was atrocious.
Ofcourse, any new idea will have to go through the test of time, the test of resistance, the test of anger and the effort of thwart. Couples, gays as they were termed, were made to wade through all these waters.
To those resisting it was a matter of angst that drove from their conscience, the feeling of breach.. a feeling of disobedience. Disobedience.. to God claim some. It is the obedience to this holy God, they claim, is the reason for resisting.... the resisting of altering the "premise" of family.
This process of redefining can be prevented no more, too much water after all have gone under the bridge. The prudent ones know, the redefining is done.. and whether the "old premise" people like it or not, the "new premise" is there to stay. Some, still resist.. argue that, a unit can only be "a man and a woman", to them "new premise" is an affront. Whether we want to acknowledge it as a new premise or not, atleast we have to relaize there co-exists a premise, where a unit, can infact be a man and a man or a woman and a woman.
The sooner we appreciate it, the better off we all are. In this effort, the resistance to thwart will go by the wayside, sooner if not later. For, we the "old premisers" have to realize, they are fellow humans with a different take in and about life.
That if we allow ourselves to realize, is fascinating. What makes the world go on and on, without boring us is the one constant -- change. The lack of it, would spell doom.. everyday we wake up to not only repeat what we know, but if possible learn and appreciate something we do not know.
Resistance will come and go, the women were never supposed to vote or never supposed to leave the house or never supposed to be leaders. Then that fascinating thing... change .. happened. We now see, those points and those "premises" as weird.
Like that, the new premise for family, will have to be accepted, for the good of so many souls that believe in it.
A good stepping stone, in this inevitable and welcome change is the effort by California Assemblyman Mark Leno to legalize the validity of "same sex" marriage, is commendable. Like any other path breaking effort, ones that require an altering of our fabric, this faces all sorts of criticisms and oppositions.
But, my dear fellow "old premisers", we are well past the time where a provision needs to be added to our premise. Let us appreciate the basic truth, that they are human beings. Let us hope that the California Governor Mr Schwarzenegger appreciates that fact and approves the bill.
Let us treat our fellow humans as just that, give them their recognition and their rights.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
The Blame Game
Unbelievable -- does that sum up what is unfolding in New Orleans? We have children crying, women exhausted with no strength left for expressing their thoughts, so many good young men -- now carrying the tag of looters. Hunger, can drive men insane-- any surprise that they became scavangers preying for water and food.
No single body is solely responsible for this catastrophe, it is a cumulative colossal failure of historical proportions, that has left a scar that is undelible. How this beautiful city unfolded into an anarchy state is totally depressing, shocking and choking.
The most distressing thing is, this was not out of the blue. The good folks at the "Weather center" had predicted a disaster of never before heard scale well in advance. Even as the nation was captivated by the "camp Casey" circa in Crawford, websites and News agencies cranked up their dual-dopler radars and showed harrowing clouds and howling winds waiting to grace New Orleans (and that they did).
As word got out that this was more than a mid-summer shower, the Mayor Ray Nagin cranked up his men and pleaded the folks of New Orleans to move out of harms way. Detention center and the Superdome were made available for the poor, needy and incapable. All prudent and enough moves, so it seemed 2 days before Katrina showed up for her date with Lousiana.
Will it be any shock if Webster adds a synonym for "bureaucracy" as "hurricane katrina". Starting from FEMA, which acted like this was anything but that. FEMA's current leaders have dubious credentials as more politicians than disaster managers. The people who have to own up to this are many in number, starting from top to bottom.
The questions, easy to come, have started coming. Why was FEMA ever under the Homeland security? Why was natural disaster management undermined in the budget? Why did it take FEMA 2 days to start the process of sending resources? Why was forced evacuation not ordered prior that would have saved more lives? Why was the US Coast guard asked to wait for orders, before flying into New Orleans? Why did no one see the reports (well before Katrina) that some levees are weakening? The answers are going to be hard to swallow.
No matter whether more questions are asked or even if they are answered, the notion that the Federal government let the poor and sick suffer on their own is depressing and distressing.
Let there now be some consensus to atleast, remove an important body like FEMA from Homeland Department, and give them sweeping powers to act when the hour calls. Not after all the bodies rot.
No single body is solely responsible for this catastrophe, it is a cumulative colossal failure of historical proportions, that has left a scar that is undelible. How this beautiful city unfolded into an anarchy state is totally depressing, shocking and choking.
The most distressing thing is, this was not out of the blue. The good folks at the "Weather center" had predicted a disaster of never before heard scale well in advance. Even as the nation was captivated by the "camp Casey" circa in Crawford, websites and News agencies cranked up their dual-dopler radars and showed harrowing clouds and howling winds waiting to grace New Orleans (and that they did).
As word got out that this was more than a mid-summer shower, the Mayor Ray Nagin cranked up his men and pleaded the folks of New Orleans to move out of harms way. Detention center and the Superdome were made available for the poor, needy and incapable. All prudent and enough moves, so it seemed 2 days before Katrina showed up for her date with Lousiana.
Will it be any shock if Webster adds a synonym for "bureaucracy" as "hurricane katrina". Starting from FEMA, which acted like this was anything but that. FEMA's current leaders have dubious credentials as more politicians than disaster managers. The people who have to own up to this are many in number, starting from top to bottom.
The questions, easy to come, have started coming. Why was FEMA ever under the Homeland security? Why was natural disaster management undermined in the budget? Why did it take FEMA 2 days to start the process of sending resources? Why was forced evacuation not ordered prior that would have saved more lives? Why was the US Coast guard asked to wait for orders, before flying into New Orleans? Why did no one see the reports (well before Katrina) that some levees are weakening? The answers are going to be hard to swallow.
No matter whether more questions are asked or even if they are answered, the notion that the Federal government let the poor and sick suffer on their own is depressing and distressing.
Let there now be some consensus to atleast, remove an important body like FEMA from Homeland Department, and give them sweeping powers to act when the hour calls. Not after all the bodies rot.
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