Honesty and Humanity: The God Informal manner of remodeling His Presence in Modern Era.

In recent times once the crime rate across the country has inflated manifold, a stunning incident transpire that regained one’s faith in honesty and humanity.

Forty four-year Chandrappa G, who has been riding automobile since a decade within the town, reached the Commissioner of police station on army unit Road in Bangalore holding a bag containing Rs. 50,000 which an old couple had left behind in his automobile. The automobile driver aforesaid the bag was left behind by the old couple who got down at Malleswaram. With the assistance of police, the couple was derived.

On Sunday morning, at around 5:30 am, Chandrappa was approached by an aged couple outside the terminal of Railway Station who wanted to hire an auto till Malleshwaram. Once dropping the senior passengers, Chandrappa was headed towards his residence in Nandini Layout to drop his spouse to the bus stand. Once he set off his automobile he found a bag choked with some garments, medicines and Rs. 50,300 cash. He came back to Malleshwaram to return the bag to that aged couple, however was unsuccessful in locating the house. The bag was taken to the Commissioner of Police where it had been checked and a list with few phone numbers was found in it. Though most of the numbers didn't work, one number was that of someone named Raghu gave the contact details of the owner of the bag, Srinivas Iyengar. Once receiving an intimation from the police headquarters relating to the lost bag, Srinivas Iyengar reached the commissioner’s workplace in the midst of his son. Inundated by the honesty of the automobile driver, Srinivas rewarded him with Rs. 5000 and aforesaid that he should be honored for his act.

This Incident simply teach us that what quantity of huge reward honesty can pay to someone and the way your one activity can simply modify a manifold perception of individuals toward honesty and humanity (The God best preached lesson to humans) .

I hope we tend to all learn from this incident and take a look to steer on a path of honesty while striving to set an example across the globe for mankind to follow the same path of honesty and humanity, as this huge hearted autowalla did.

Happy 2014 & Merry Christmas to all the reader : Please take this incident as a gift from santa and other evil powers to humanity as a trendsetter for the eve of Christmas and New Year……………………………

(Rewards and Courtesy: Information for Autoawalla and Aged Couple from - Times of India and India News)

Ego (A tiny Word with an oversized Meaning): If potential alter it.

Well this text take a dig on ME and my behavior, Like all alternative I even have an enormous ego issue downside or It appears it's the sole factor god has blessed a lot of among ME.

Well on Friday morning I used to be carrying some aluminum channel of ten feet and few hardware with ME whereas going out from my home to my industrial plant for official work. I visited taxi stand and asked a taxi guy to drive ME until mahape and he asked for Rs.300/- as a fare and that got me dismayed and I replied back to him “Meter se chalo na”, however he said no and replied me back that no taxi in navi mumbai goes on meter and then the argument started with him and went on until five min and at last I replied “aap rehne do”, I’ll find a taxi for myself.

For next half an hour I didn't received a taxi and with that long channel , hardware and Mumbai heat it was getting difficult for me manage the situation but somehow I received a taxi till mahape after 40 mins and guess what I still paid Rs.300/- as a fare to another taxi guy. Truthfully I will have lot of incidence to share where a simple situation was being mishandled because of my ego or in other words a u can keep it like this "my ego made the situation complicated".   

So the purpose of writing this is to understand that we all have a tendency of leaving heap of things in life simply because of our ego and by doing that we tingly notice that we've got done our own injury by not doing it. Thus try and alter your ego the maximum amount as potential in life to avoid mistake or miss happening in life.

With this wistful thought I would like to wish everyone a contented and prosperous Diwali……………………….

The Life across the Railway Lines

Well it appears Bombay local train has become one in every of the inspiration on behalf of me in terms of writing Blogs for different blend, even my younger brother Gaurav feels that as he complain an equivalent for my previous article on this web log, however it appears my brain and local train have some quite reference to one another in terms of generating a concept or idea for my article.

OK now, the life across railway line states on slum created across the railway tracks that I see each time I move from Vashi to CST. Now whereas coming back from CST it had been raining like cats and dogs and throughout the method I used to be enjoying the rain besides strolling all the way down to my bench. the opposite factor that grabbed my attention once rains were the slums across the railway lines wherever remarkably with the rain I saw men and women taking off of homes and sharing pakoda and vada pav with one another, aboard with a hot cup of tea as this has been one in every of the modest and also the oldest method of celebrating rains in Bharat ,On different aspect there have been children diversion through dancing in the rain like they simply won five large integer from kaun banega crorepati then there have been young women taking off in rain with their neighborhood friends for chatting and enjoying the rain and conjointly a number of the youngsters are becoming recent in exterior in rain (I don’t skills will it fells) and at last there have been some young boys WHO were able to jump in this flowing watercourse nala like they're close to dive for Olympic gold for India with hand up within the air.

See the thrill of life, all the slum unit enjoying the foremost lovely gift of god referred to as rain, without concern concerning the actual fact that someone would be observation them conjointly all of them taking off and enjoying in conjunction with one another that build the celebration even larger particularly in an exceedingly town like Mumbai wherever folks hardly have time for every other. This created Pine Tree State perceive that life is all concerning relishing each moment as bother can loom all the season however watching them I see myself an awfully lucky person and need I enjoy life at my fullest the least bit the opportunities as these guys do.

This is a tribute to any or all the railway across slums unit for his or her struggle and pleasure, that makes Pine Tree State understand concerning the actual fact that relish until the fullest at any condition as life is brief and drawback can perpetually be a lot of.

Happy Pre Monsoon shower to all the readers simply wish to mention "bheeg le"- different blend.

Money is not the only satisfaction....

Well I have always believed that Mumbai Local is always a experiences of understanding human values, as a vigid range of commuter travel every day in these locals so the experiences are amazing. The only thing as an observer you have to do is "keep your eyes and ears open" and something interesting will automatically knock you door.

This time I was heading toward CST station from Govandi and as usual till Vadala the train was jam pack and finally after Vadala station I got a place to sit, till majjid bandar everything was smooth and at majjid bandar station one 70 years old commuter entered in our box with a blue bag and lot of water bottle inside it, I assume it was almost 8 to 10 liter of water he was carrying with himself.

Suddenly he started offering drinking water to everybody who want to drink in that box and without doubt while he was offering that drinking water, a curious question blinked in my mind “why is he doing that” and till that time he came to me and asked " beta panni piyoge kya", I mean with the kind humbleness he has asked me for water ki meri pyass hi buj gayi yaar but for respect I had some water and trust me I felt amazing when I was having that water.

Within inside there was so much respect grown for that person which I can’t express in word (I mean it’s very difficult to express that felling) and this article is a courtesy salute to that gentle man. (The image is in reference from Google)

Imagine in a city like bombay where people hardly do anything for others and this gentleman is helping mankind in such a big way which can’t be described in words.  

He reminded me of my grandfather as he is used to quote “ Kisi pyase ko pani pilana poonya ka kaam hota hai”and this fellow gentleman is the perfect example for that quote.

A genuine salute to this gentleman and wish him luck and happiness for such a joyful venture.

Of Sound Body and an Imperfect Mind

If you can Play Chess, then you must know how to be Usain Bolt!

Do we, as Indians, understand sports as only a physical activity? 

Do we expect all our sportspersons to be athletic champions and marathon racers? 

If you are asking these questions on the corridors of Delhi University (DU), the answer is a thumping affirmative.

As ridiculous as it may sound, recently, a 17 year old Delhi girl, Chetna Karnani, who has been seeking admission under the sports quota of Delhi University (DU), as a chess player has moved Delhi High Court after being denied a seat because she couldn’t clear a recently-instituted physical fitness test mandated by DU. 

The physical test required her to run a distance of 1 km in 6 minutes or 50 meters in 9 seconds. Given that the game of chess requires the players to utilize their brain-power and intelligence more so than any physical stamina, the prerequisite surely baffled the young girl, who has taken this matter to the court of law for justice.

On this note, what are we expecting from generation next?  Universities and educational bodies that decide on quotas and candidature for seats need to advocate better sensibility in judging criteria and directives laid out for various sportspersons.

The probability that our country lacks passion in indoor sports and we find lesser supporters for games played without physical exertion comes from the fact that a sportsperson in India is believed to be a superhero with the ability to physically test all mandates necessary for a marathon runner. 

 As a country we need to encourage our young players, who are not just physical superheroes, but also excel in other areas of sports.  Our recent performances in the London Olympics need to be an eye opener for educational institutions to promote sportspersons with extraordinary talent. 

Hopefully this incident will help bring about a reform in the way sports is looked at in our country.

Tiempo Es Dinero

The video outlines the essence of what true Mumbai is…

The heat and the dust , the jostling and the reverberating din of one’s inner soul to “keep going” in this city; is what makes its beautiful people- the fighters.

Where else you would find someone working in the most uncomfortable posture managing to pull off a daunting task, respecting time and earning a livelihood.

These steady streams of fighters whom I meet on my daily sojourn through the length and the breadth of the city, ensures that my love and respect for these unbelievable city, grow manifold.

You may be from any part of the world, but this city makes you believe that time travels faster than anything on this planet. So the next time, whenever you feel that the time in hand you have, isn’t enough for life’s innumerable tasks, watch this video one more time and you will believe in the catchphrase



“Tiempo Es Dinero”

Writing a book is not a cup of tea :

We always say that Destiny favors our reflection to few and other just wait in queue for the same ………….

                                                                                                                                   Truth is factious and Fake is confined so if you walk through laxman rao you will find him a local chai walla but by any given chance if you stopped and started having conversations with him then you will suddenly say  “hey stop fuck this guy is genius “  because fiftyone-year-old Laxman Rao runs his own publishing house, Bharatiya Sahitya Kala Prakashan, from Vishnu Digambar Marg, ITO, Delhi.Situated between the Punjabi Academy and Hindi Bhavan, Rao prepares and serves tea from his roadside tea stall under the open sky (This happens only in India)

                                                 In his first title, Nayi Duniya Ki Nayi Kahani, he wrote in 1979, he narrated the hardships that he faced and the massive will he mustered to elevate, and then sustain himself as a writer. His play, Pradhan Mantri written in 1984, was an outcome of his encounter with then Prime Minister late Indira Gandhi at the Teen Murti Bhawan in 1984. "I completed the play in three months. The plot portrays the Prime Minister in a social set-up with her subordinates responsible for corruption. I was thinking of gifting the first published copy to her, when the news of her sudden death shocked the entire nation." He published his next novel, Ramdas, in 1992. It was sold in over 200 schools in Delhi. Recently, he was conferred with Inderprastha Sahitya Bharti Award. In Parampara Se Judi Bharatiya Rajniti, Rao has incorporated the experiences of his struggle.

Rao is the author of 18 novels, plays and political essays in Hindi, India's national language which is thought to vie with Spanish to be the world's third most-spoken mother tongue. Like most Hindi novelists he considers writing stories a calling, one he supports with the 4,000 rupees a month he makes from selling tea. "For 20 years I have made no money from my books."

                                                                       But Rao's luck appears to be changing. His novel Ramdas, about a wayward village boy who mends his ways only to drown suddenly, earned him 10 times as much money as he made from selling tea. He has handed over the running of his stall to his eldest son while he cycles around Delhi's libraries hawking his work. "I am the writer, the publisher, the salesman now," says Rao, 51. "There is a change coming even if I am too old to enjoy it."

Well this guy is certainly ready to say Buddha hoga tera baap……………….

                                       

Well maybe that’s why it is being called as “Incredible India”……………..

                                                                         

Credentials: The Economic Times