This blog is for those who want to see a change in the society be it socially or technologically.....who want to spread there thoughts and make people think about it.....its the place to do it.....share your thoughts and make this world a better place........
Sunday, July 27, 2008
???? to life......
Another bomb, 30 killed,
100s injured, it happens almost every day,
scarcely makes the headlines,
so we shrug and say
“how terrible” and go our way.
But stop. Think. Imagine it,
for it is real —
flesh splattered on walls, guts spilling,
pavements slippery with gore,
stench of blood, still warm,
flowing red in gutters,
children, limbs torn, heads severed,
dead and dying everywhere,
screams and groans. That is the reality —
lives lost or wrecked,
loved ones gone, for ever and ever,
unending loss and pain
for those who mourn
sons, daughters, sisters,
husbands, brothers, wives — who cares?
Not those who carried out this sin
against humanity, this monstrous
obscene act, so far removed
from all that’s human,
warm and good,
from laughter, light and love;
they are not human so we cannot know
what’s in their minds —
it must be hate, for it is not love,
and hate it seems whose twisted skeins
are wrapped in strands of poisoned ideology
for men are most dangerous when
obsessed by ideas, simple
and extreme. Mix in religion, then
you’ll find they’ll kill, and all in the name of God.
Pete Crowther
Saturday, July 26, 2008
I broke into silence...........
But received denial,it pained,
To bear the pain,
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
To the Top of the Ladder
Monday, July 21, 2008
A Dream...............
And I am lurking around,
Searching for a dream
To leave me astound.
A dream of a lifetime
A dream to chase,
A grip of it
Shall bring me praise.
There I saw
An aurora it appeared,
I ran like hell
But in dark i was steered.
The demon flared up
Casting fire all over,
As it looked at me
I ran for a cover.
It was late...........
I felt as if dead,
But soon i woke up
Still on my bed.
And still the same........
(This poem deals with the story of a person fighting with this world to achieve something and due to his needs drifted into criminal activities for monetory gains but gets late in realising that .............but all's well as he realises he just saw a dream and he is yet the same old person. Hope you enjoy this metaphor........)
Burgers to blame for most of the global warming
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NEW LIGHT IN COUNTRY DOOM
Reported by Waste from Planet IITD, in customary disarray
Sassi ka Dhaba, 8.30 PM, 20th January, 2008
Hi. I write this on my laptop as I wait for my plate of Maggi at Sassi, and everyone around is staring at me as if I am some peculiar specimen of alien life. Presently I light myself a smoke, and suddenly there is a collective sigh of recognition. Oh, all right, he’s one of us, they say. Us, dear reader, refers to the inhabitants of Planet IITD, and if you aren’t a member, you probably have no business reading this. (But you might as well go on and get some of your theories verified. Trust me, if you manage to reach the end of this article, you’ll be clapping yourself on the shoulder and shouting, “Hey, I was always right! IITians really are geeks from outer space!”)
Smoking kills, I know. But anyone who’s more than “just tried it out” knows that not smoking can kill just as effectively. So it’s a Catch-22 situation and so I am caught up on one side of it, so what? Well, let me tell you what. I had seven hours at college today, four of them in a workshop jammed with metal, grease and sweat, and the rest in impossibly packed antiquated classrooms. This is my third cigarette since then, and guess what, I’ve already wiped myself of half of those hours. Plus I feel curiously free, stupid as that sounds. So, Momma Mia, could I care less?
Okay, I guess that’s enough, you know I am a smoker, and you know I am an IITian (not necessarily in that order, but they sound about the same, anyway) and I know this is not really going anywhere. But then, what is? So tough luck; I’ll stay.
I am facing the main thoroughfare, and the crawl of the vehicles is slow enough for me to glimpse a face inside, every now and then. In the ghostly half-light inside their cars, some faces are happy, some are frowning, some bilious about the obvious mismanagement of road traffic (courtesy our very own PWD), some in outright rage about it, but most are just weary. Yeah, just weary. And suddenly the same ghost light switches on inside my head, as if some dormant circuit has just been joggled and juiced up. It stays for just a moment, but quite enough for me to register what it showed: I can be anyone of those faces; maybe am, already. I can’t really tell. I can’t really tell a lot of things, and that doesn’t only mean the stuff about three-phase autotransformers I was forced to swallow on this, the zillionth day I attempted to attend class. Sure, I can’t even begin on that, but who gives a flying fuck when you can pass with no mean measure of respectability with no more than getting hold of the professor’s bag of tricks? Try dangling the world’s juiciest carrot before me (like a promise of a night with Jolie, maybe) and my answer would still be “not me”.
Here’s my range of can’t-really-tells. I can’t really tell professors from Mr. Bean, and sometimes from Old Heckles who could have had birds. I can’t really tell laboratories from hockey fields, and I can’t really tell IITD from Pornographer’s
Hold up ahead, my Maggi’s arrived. I puff one last time on stick no.2 of this sojourn, and snuff it out under my sneakers, mentally admonishing the fat guy with the ear-stud who’s brought me my dinner. All for wasting a good smoke. Yeah, I am into it, neck and all, I know. I know I’ll die someday soon. I also know I am an IITian. Someone told me that kind of makes up for everything else.
More claptrap later. I have so much to say.
The
Okay, this is it. I felt I’d been too harsh on my alma-mater writing all kinds of shit about it at Sassi, but it turns out I was woefully wrong. I tried not to continue, I swear. But just as the pump turns on in ecstasy, so it sometimes does in frustrated ennui.
I am in class for a course that claims to cater to my core requirements. Sounds rich, but I tend to disagree. My girlfriend’s seated next to me, you see, and talking of core requirements, I feel positive she can take much better care.
Moments back the technological genius (who also happens to be the worst teacher on earth) uttered “squirrel cage” and I almost looked up from my reverie. Next breath he came up with “transformer”, and my head plopped back down. Now he’s going on again with something that seems to be meant exclusively for the first two rows of the lecture theater, and I feel bullwhipped into writing shit again.
A cartoon drawn on my desk catches my eye. It has a gravestone with the following epitaph: “In loving memory of the child who died waiting for this class to end”. I’ve seen that one before, but never appreciated it as much as now. It’s been done very expertly; I can tell by the strokes. I think I know who drew it, and if I am right, dear God, this piece is the righteous mother of destiny.
The guy who I figure is the artist is dead. He hung himself from the ceiling fan in his room a week back. He left a suicide note saying: “I have failed for the first time.” I wager he was being figurative, but I’d say he had solid facts to back him. He had had a remarkable first semester, and he’d been well on his way to making this semester nearly as remarkably disastrous. Until, finally, he decided to wave his final goodbye; all of which is quite reasonable, I am sure. I guess if you got an avalanche when all you asked for was a castle in the clouds, it does a number on your head.
I know I sound like a sick, twisted bastard saying it, but if this piece of art was his last work, I’d say bravo!, he made much neater use of his talent than this castle could ever have.
Look, don’t get me wrong. It’s not as if I hate being at this place; far from it, actually. I never saw no dreams about green green grass, never came expecting no palace on the plains, let alone a castle in the clouds. So no issues there. Not sure if you’ll actually believe what I am about to say after all I seem to think, but you know what? I love it here. Its one hell of a ride, maybe not one of those classic college merry-go-rounds your life is supposed to get on, but one rollercoaster of its own cast nonetheless. So baleful brickbats are not my point, provided one exists.
So why not let the spades be the spades and the king be the king? Is fun not the king, is it not the real thing? Hell, yes, it is. But hey, wait a waver, I have some more on that. What fun is a place haunted by ghosts of kids dead on account of things not excluding the place itself? You can say the kids were weak. You can say they caved in when the heat was on. You can say all that, sure, but listen up when I say they were kids nonetheless. College doesn’t suddenly turn everyone into a robust ranger or a double humped camel right out of some Persian fable you heard as a kid. Some people are still kids, some people still yearn for those fables, and when you load them with all kinds of gibberish in the name of God and technology, and maybe ride them (and whip them while at it), sometimes the knees give up and the load slips off the camel’s back. Sometimes the camel escapes, but if it’s still a kid, you manage to hold on, and whip it some more. You know what happens then? Then you have a kid one moment, and next moment you have a dead kid. That’s not fun, no sir, that’s manslaughter.
I don’t really give that much of a damn about the kid. He was a nutcase, as far as I am concerned, but maybe I am not the only one concerned. And maybe that’s the whole point.
Coming back to this lecture, I feel almost as one with him. I know what you are thinking. No, I won’t hang myself tonight. I have a pot session with some seniors, and then maybe a drinking binge. And later, if things are sober enough, some wild oats to sow. Too much to let go of, if you ask me. And too little time to live.
I know I give the impression of a confused mind, and deep inside I know it’s not just an impression. The professor’s livid with all the distracted actions around the class, and he’s singled me out a couple of times. For all my inner rebellion, I don’t like to be thrown out in front of a hundred other kids my age. So I’ll stop, and seeing how very pointless all of this seems, I don’t know if I’ll bother finishing what I wanted to say in the beginning. I’ll need some help remembering too, I will.
The Reading Room, 12.30 AM, 30th April, 2008
I guess it’s been a million years or so since I last modified this file. And one hell of a million it’s been too. Ups in drips and downs in deluges. That hardly belongs here, though. What does belong here is an end, a tail to the monster’s head I birthed one smoky, dreamy evening a long, long time ago. Seeing I am far more proficient eschatologically than academically (as it seems), I decided to deliver the knockout blow on a fitting note. I have a Major on Applied Mechanics seven and a half hours from now. I figure I could have seven and a half light years and a pumpkin pie for good measure, and I would flunk all the same. Down
Okay, so I left off in a haughty huff, or so it seemed. I am not really good at conveying the subtleties of my emotions, but you were right if you thought I was thinking I had my institute by the balls with that dead kid theory of mine. How time can make even the most stolid of statements seem gauche and sheepish. I went overboard with some things, I did. And worse I painted an utterly befuddled picture of my thoughts. Let’s do some summing up then.
I am currently seated in a corner of the legendary room of retards, also known as R2. Around me is my group of cronies, some sleeping, some chatting, some trying to come to terms with the mysteries of gravitation and rotational mechanics, a la IIT Delhi. I am writing, of course, and listening to some soul-searching death metal on my plastic monster of a cellphone. All of us buddies have one thing in common: we have given up. We might be trying, yes, for human nature fails to recognize failure until, well, until you’ve actually flunked. But deep within, naked in a vaunted realm of utter honesty, we have all accepted defeat. All done, dusted and doomed. Hail King Mechanics!
On the table next to ours, lost in the world of dysfunctionally smooth pulleys and harmlessly academic collisions, are two people who, taken in one gilded frame of common purpose, officially epitomize success in IIT Delhi. They are the king and the queen, stamped forever with the blood-red ink of genius. Ask them about the peak of the world, and they’ll say
So much for rhetoric. You might think I am green with loserly envy, but this time you’d be wrong. I actually appreciate these kids’ single-minded pursuit of whatever they think is the most important. They are the best of their lot, and that, at this place, is one lot indeed. So far, so good. I’ll bet my battered bottom they’ll set these Majors on fire, but go and ask them, pray, to tell you of their impression of a world without grades, and you’ll probably come back branded a zany jerk.
Their bad? I don’t think so. I’ll risk the cliché. I’ll risk being baked on a spit over a thousand years in fact, but I wouldn’t fall back on blaming the system for it. Yes, that’s it, that’s the alpha and the omega of it, that’s the one word that gets thrown around like rat-fink in a hurricane, and yet that’s the only word that can, though only just, bring all my babble to rhyme and meter.
Maybe I am blind, or maybe those kids’ are stupid. I do admit there is something to the “work hard” theory. But here’s another notion I borrowed with my precious ass for collateral (seem to be making a habit of it, don’t I?): if you roast your butt on a barbecue, you better do it right. Work hard, true, but work the right way.
The right way. The right way. Man, I could say that a hundred times and still not make it mine. Yes, I am blind. I was born blind. I guess everyone is. You come out crying, thrashing mad, and you come out seeing black. And then, somewhere along the way, the black turns off and you find a color for yourself. Thing is, but for the luckiest ones, you need a tuner to go. Some people never find that tuner, and they die seeing black. Some do, and they party. Sounds like cheese with a bit of salt and a bit of pepper, doesn’t it? But not to be, Buddy-O, for some people find a bad tuner, and that, for all I know and all I don’t, is the worst.
If you’ve ever been at the receiving end of a broken promise, you know what I mean. That’s exactly how the bad tuner operates. All black. And then, POOF! You suddenly see purple, and what’s more, it comes with a mouthwatering free gift of tinsel and glaze. And then, just as you begin to smile… POOF! Back to black, Jack, just kidding.
I would never admit in public, but I do hope those two darlings of our famed academia don’t turn out, in a couple of years’ time, as babes lost in woods of their own making. I think I can safely say that for all of us who share this common fate of being an IITian in
There are some others who know more of their colors now, and I risk saying they belong to the “luckiest” category I mentioned in passing. They didn’t need a tuner, and in fact, (and I say this strictly off the record) they rejected the offer from our beloved institute to be theirs. In my still blind eyes, these are the people who make a difference, the ones whose brilliance of skill and strength of character is claimed by brand IIT as its own. I state unabashedly that I have failed in my quest to be one of them, at least so far. And I know, in spite of my current state of total and absolute hopelessness, that it’s a dream I’d love to live.
And so the cat is belled. So I sign off, listening to Ozzy Osborne’s Suicide Solution on my headphones, vaguely recollective of the point where I began this ill-fated tale of a hundred hairpins and volte-faces. Around me my gang of hara-kiri hustlers from Country Doom are all snoring now, my girlfriend among them. I take her hand and stroke her hair for a bit, drawing comfort from all the affection I feel for her.
People around are staring at me as if I am an alien, again. Déjà vu? Hah, you bet! I quit smoking some time back, after I realized it’s the worst habit. It’s much like the bad tuner, showing you dreams that would most likely never be. But that’s not the only reason I keep my extraterrestrial act up. More than anything, I don’t feel the need to be one of them anymore. All that I feel about this place holds true, but I don’t really need those feelings anymore. What I need is freedom, and a little bit of peace. What I need is change. It’s time, it seems, to abandon idle prattle and step up from denouncing geeks to announcing myself in the league of extraordinary gentlemen. In other words, to be a true IITian, lost as the term sounds.
I don’t quite know whether this is still more hollow trope, only time can tell. No saving me from tomorrow’s thrashing, however. You might as well expect Atlantis to rise from the ocean, palm trees waving.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Kiran Bedi.....inspiration for all...........
During her service, she was also remained the Inspector General Prisons of Tihar Jail, - one of world's largest prison complexes, with over 10,000 inmates , from 1993 to 1995 , and her prison reforms policies lead to her winning, the 1994 Ramon Magsaysay Award.
Subsequently, she has founded two NGOs in India: Navjyoti for welfare and preventive policing in 1987 and India Vision Foundation for prison reforms, drug abuse prevention, child welfare in 1994.
In 2007, she applied for seeking voluntary retirement from service, and the application was accepted by the government.
Navajyoti (which literally means New Enlightenment), set up in 1987, and India Vision Foundation, set up in 1994, are the two major voluntary organizations established by her with the objectives of improving the condition of the drug addicts and the poor people. Her efforts have won national and international recognition, and her organizations was awarded the Serge Soitiroff Memorial Award for drug abuse prevention by the United Nations.
She also started one site named http://www.saferindia.com to log complaint regarding any crime if the police at the concerned area denies to accept complaint. Then the NGO behind this site mails complaint to the DGP of concerned area.This mail can also be used as the legal document in case of filing a case in the court of judgement.
She has written her autobiography, 'I Dare. It's Always Possible', which was released in 1998 .
Kiran Bedi has received a number of Awards, including the following:
President’s Gallantry Award (1979)
Women of the Year Award (1980)
Asia Region Award for Drug Prevention and Control (1991)
Magsaysay Award (1994) for Government Service
Mahila Shiromani Award (1995)
Father Machismo Humanitarian Award (1995)
Lion of the Year (1995)
Joseph Beuys Award (1997)
Pride of India (1999)
Mother Teresa Memorial National Award for Social Justice (2005)
THOUGHTS bring INNOVATIONS.................
-Mahatma Gandhi
THINKING...........I have always stressed upon this key word, the word which gave us the power to develop, to understand the earth and the universe and to understand GOD. We all know it but with a different name, 'DHYAAN'(Meditation), which this world has considered to be a property belonging only to those who have commited their lives to God. It is not true, we all should meditate, we all should think. Thinking gives one the power to reach the top, the chance to find the ultimate truth of life.It's thinking that created science because without thinking one cannot start doing something.
Let me share with you all a experience from my life itself............I am currently studying at IIT Delhi and live in a hostel. People are always asking me that 'What difference I find between IIT and any other college which makes IIT...IIT?' I always tell the same thing..............'IITs are IITs mostly due to the students. IIT can be thought of as a place where highly intellectual people, people who dare to think beyond today, gather, live together, study together and THINK together. Its the thinking power that seperates an IITian from the masses and that is why everybodies expectations from these students are high.'
Thousands come and go, spending their lives just in gossiping the life. You become the one who could bring a significant change. Become the one to lead the world to a better future.'Thoughts' give birth to 'Innovations'. So keep thinking...............and
BE THE CHANGE....................
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Creativity - The power of thinking
-Miles Davis
Innovation and creativity play a critical role in an organization's success. While many organizations continue to focus on downsizing, rightsizing, reengineering, streamlining, cost-cutting to achieve short-term results, the smart managers are always searching for new ways to create value for their organizations and increasing customer service. In the new land that you need the right culture and mindset for success. So what do you do?
When was the last time, your managers discussed an innovation strategy? What could an innovation strategy look like in your organization? This is a fundamental component of any innovation initiative. So what is stopping you? Times may be tough in the Forest Service, but when the going gets tough…the tough get going!
All of us have days when things just don't seem to go our way, when we face more challenges than usual. An innovation strategy is tough. You can help foster a culture that embraces innovation. So how exactly can you get going when the going is tough? Consider these ideas:
v Think of problems as possibilities for improvement…Since problems are inevitable, you might as well make the most of them. Think of them as opportunities to learn new things and improve. It's often by working through difficult situations that people discover strengths they didn't know they had.
v Remind yourself of recent successes…There is nothing wrong with giving yourself a pat on the back now and then. Don't underestimate the power of what seems like small accomplishments…they are part of your success. Remembering how you solved a problem in the past can help you feel confident, motivated and more creative.
v Remember you are not alone…Talk to your peers and colleagues…you know those trusted friends in your life. Chances are, they have experienced similar problems and can offer a new perspective, idea, useful advice, or even a helping hand.
Isn't it time to bring innovation to life in your organization? Have you planted the seeds of innovation? Have you institutionalised innovation?
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Space and Time
It is speculated that the universe started out in a disorderly state, then expand and finally collapse into the same very randomness that it started with. Physicists have been long puzzled about the two “arrows of time” which point in identical directions. In our everyday life, entities wear out over the course of time, for example, cups fall and shatter, but they never reassemble impulsively. In the expanding universe, the future is actually the direction of time when the directions of time of the galaxies are further part. Years ago, it was suggested that the arrows might be linked; this would mean that if the expansion of the universe is reversed, then the daily arrow would also reverse, which means broken cups would reassemble themselves, which might seem absurd to laymen, but is faintly possible in the eyes of a quantum physicist. Recently, the concept of arrow reversals has been incorporated into quantum physics. The arrow of time was associated with the so-called “collapse of the wave function”.
So what happens when Einstein’s laws are pushed to the limits? As one would expect, the possibility of time travel involves black holes. Since Einstein’s theory is a theory that deals with space and time, it shouldn’t comes as a surprise that black holes may offer a way to travel thorough time, as well as space. However, any black hole won’t do. A black hole formed out of a non-rotating lump of material would simply be devouring anything that comes near it. At its heart is a dot referred to as a singularity. This is where time and space supposedly cease to exist and matter is crushed to infinite density. In a rotating black hole things are a bit different, a singularity still forms, but it’s shaped like a ring, an ideal analogous to this would be mints which sport a hole in the middle.
Time travel is possible
Einstein's first major contribution to the study of time occurred when he revolutionized physics with his "special theory of relativity" by showing how time changes with motion. Today, scientists do not see problems of time or motion as "absolute" with a single correct answer. Because time is relative to the speed one is traveling at, there can never be a clock at the center of the universe to which everyone can set their watches. Your entire life is the blink of an eye to an alien traveling close to the speed of light. Today, Newtonian mechanics have become a special case within Einstein's theory of relativity. Einstein's relativity will eventually become a subset of a new science more comprehensive in its description of the fabric of our universe. (The word "relativity" derives from the fact that the appearance of the world depends on our state of motion; it is "relative.")
Everything Happens For Good............
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Humanism
Religion
Humanism clearly rejects deference to supernatural beliefs in resolving human affairs but not necessarily the beliefs themselves; indeed some strains of Humanism are compatible with some religions. It is generally compatible with atheism and agnosticism but doesn't require either of these. The word "ignostic" (American) or "indifferentist" (British, including OED) are sometimes applied to Humanism, on the grounds that Humanism is an ethical process, not a dogma about the existence or otherwise of gods; Humanists simply have no need to be concerned with such questions. Agnosticism or atheism on their own do not necessarily entail Humanism; many different and sometimes incompatible philosophies happen to be atheistic in nature. There is no one ideology or set of behaviors to which all atheists adhere, and not all are humanistic.
As Humanism encompasses intellectual currents running through a wide variety of philosophical and religious thought, several strains of Humanism allow it to fulfill, supplement or supplant the role of religions, and in particular, to be embraced as a complete life stance. For more on this, see Humanism (life stance). In a number of countries, for the purpose of laws that give rights to "religions", the secular life stance has become legally recognized as equivalent to a "religion" for this purpose.In the United States, the Supreme Court recognized that Humanism is equivalent to a religion in the limited sense of authorizing Humanists to conduct ceremonies commonly carried out by officers of religious bodies. The relevant passage is in a footnote to Torcaso v. Watkins (1961). It is often alleged by fundamentalist critics of Humanism that the Supreme Court "declared Humanism to be a religion," however the Court's statement, a mere footnote at most, clearly does not in fact do so; it simply asserts an equivalency of Humanists' right to act in ways usual to a religion, such as ceremonial recognition of life's landmarks.
Renaissance humanism, and its emphasis on returning to the sources, contributed to the Protestant reformation by helping to gain what Protestants believe was a more accurate translation of Biblical texts.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Now another SETBACK to Indian education : Resevation for professors at IIT
It has just become a joke or what for this Government of India, led by Dr.Manmohan Singh,who himself was a professor and a great scholar, to break down this growing education system of our country.The row on the reservation for students in the premier institutes haven't settled, our chosen cabinet is out again with yet another big blast "Reservation for PROFESSORS at IIT". Now even the highly respected people are under the threat of the devil called "reservation", what a pity. This step has just reified the vote policy followed by the so called democratic political parties.
Practically speaking, these people have gone nuts. How can they think of developing the undeveloped(as per them) by keeping the undeveloped as their guides? and, How can they think of further developing the already developed(also as per them) by keeping the undeveloped as their mentors and teachers? , isn't it crazy? These people , theSC,ST,OBC,Gujjars(joined recently), are really fool enough too think it as a way to develop themselves taking under consideration the question I raised at the starting of this paragraph. I believe thet either they are too innocent or they too are like these Netajan who can't see this nation developing.
In this stage I find that the "Vision of India" and "Vision 2020" seen by our very respected "Father of the Nation" and the "Missile Man of India" have been outfocused and this land has become a battle ground for the "Comrades" fighting for "reservation" as if they are fighting for the Indpendence. God please forgive these people for they don't know what they are doing.
I appeal to the 'People of India' to please spread this word and raise the awareness level of all the citizens of this country to work for the development of India and not against it. Please understand that Reservation is not the solution.
India's tsunami diplomacy:We can help ourselves,you care yourself
It is all very well to refuse foreign (read American) aid.
Stung by such patronising editorial comments in the international media, India has shot back, asserting it was perfectly capable not only of addressing the crisis on its own shores but also of lending a helping hand to its tsunami-ravaged neighbours.
"India had refused aid but was unable to take care of the consequences, are "completely misplaced."
Wondering how many actually knew that India has a full-fledged National Institute of Disaster Management, India's that time foreign secretary , Saran said, "Right from the beginning we had the capability and the resources to successfully deal with this disaster."
In what was obviously intended for an incredulous world media, the Foreign Secretary spoke at length about the well-oiled disaster management machinery India has in place and which has been put to effective use during the current crisis.
As for the foreign aid issue which has clearly rattled Western capitals, Saran said, "We do not have a dogmatic position on this. As of now we have the capability and the resources."
He, however, mentioned that at any time India feels it requires assistance from "friendly" countries "we would not hesitate to review our approach."
Saran said the rationale behind India's refusal to accept aid was that whatever international effort was being launched, of which India itself is a part, should be directed towards those affected countries unable to manage the crisis.
"Not only have we had the confidence that we can take care of the disaster that struck our own shores, we have also been confident of assisting others affected," Saran said.
Admittedly, the United States goofed up its tsunami diplomacy even as India registered a major plus. US President George Bush's early pledge of a meagre $15 million did little to flatter America's image in Asia post-Iraq.
In fact, the US raised its contribution to $350 million only after accusations of being stingy were thrown at its face.
Consequently, it committed its armed forces for relief work and initiated a charity drive to assist what clearly is one of the biggest aid efforts in history.
In contrast, India rose above the occasion, rushing aid to Sri Lanka as early as the evening of December 26 even as it was coping with the crisis on its own territory.
Determined not to stand around as a hapless victim, India swiftly became part of the core group of four countries along side big powers like the US, Japan and Australia to coordinate aid efforts in the Sri Lanka, Thailand, Maldives and Indonesia.
India's inclusion in this group, Saran said, "was a recognition that India had the capability and the resources."
Although the core group stands disbanded now that the United Nations is coordinating the crisis management, India has registered its presence in the tsunami-affected region as a compassionate power capable of helping its neighbours even when its own shores are troubled.
Saran said, "Once the UN and its disaster relief organisation, the European Union and Canada came into the picture, the focus shifted to the operational side at the ground level. There was a consensus among the four members of the core group that the UN and its organisations were well-placed to carry out relief operations at the ground level."
In the strategic context, not many missed the implication of India first rushing aid to Sri Lanka where the US had decided to send 1500 marines and an assault ship.
India's move signalled the fact that New Delhi is fully capable of maintaining its arc of influence in the subcontinent.
At a time when the United Nations is debating the expansion of the Security Council in which India envisions a permanent seat for itself, the signal New Delhi has sent the international community's way through its tsunami relief operations is unmistakable.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Taslima Nasreen:What made her what she is
Taslima Nasreen is Bengali Bangladeshi ex-physician turned author, feminist, and journalist. |
Taslima Nasreen, the controversial Bangladeshi writer, left India last Wednesday for an undisclosed destination in Europe. At London's Heathrow airport, where she was waiting for a connecting flight on Wednesday, she accused the Indian Government of forcing her out. "They are no better than religious fundamentalists," she said. Four months ago, she was hounded out of Kolkata (Calcutta) and put in a safe house in New Delhi that she described as "torture chamber." There she was not allowed to meet anybody, even specialist doctors, despite her serious cardiac condition and retinopathy. Though her visa was extended in February, she had to leave India. A piece on her website blamed India's Foreign Minister and fellow Bengali, Pranab Mukherjee, who "exerted great mental pressure," for her to exit.
Taslima's beginnings in Bangladesh were modest and held little clue to her literary talent. Sexually abused in her adolescence, she became a gynaecologist routinely examining girls who had been raped. This influenced her later writings, and calling herself a "secular humanist," she lashed out against the treatment of women in Islam. Her work, both prose and poetry, that began in the late 1980s became globally renowned in the next decade.
Her fiesty newspaper columns culminated in a book, "Nirbachito Kolam" (Selected Columns), which won her a prestigious award in India in 1992. She then penned about 30 books of novels, short stories, essays and poems, but her fiction, "Lajja" (Shame), in 1995 invited the anger of Muslim fanatics. The book was banned and she had to flee Bangladesh after Islamic groups passed a death sentence on her.
She has been living in various places since then, including Sweden and France. She returned to her country in 1998, but her books, "My Childhood" and "Wild Wind," were not only banned by Bangladesh, but also led to fresh rage and threats against her.
When she eventually sought refugee in Kolkata, saying that the city felt more like home to her, she fell foul of the West Bengal Government, which could not displease a quarter of its population, Muslims. New Delhi proved as terrible.
India's Biotech: Baby Elephant
"Now that (Indian) companies are growing and becoming more successful, we run the risk they will turn their focus on the developed-country market and lose their sense of social responsibility," Sarah Frew, a researcher at the Center for Global Health at the University of Toronto, told United Press International.
Developing-world biotechnology researchers and drug manufacturers have become the pharmacy for other low-income countries, especially when it comes to vaccines. But some industry observers worry that as those companies become more sophisticated, that will stop. Yet others say growth in developing world biotechnology sectors will only help the world's poor.
Biotechnology in India largely got its start focusing on homegrown solutions for Indian health problems, according to the report in the journal Nature Biotechnology, which studied 21 Indian biotechnology firms.
In the vaccine market, where Indian firms faced little competition, they were able to develop products that targeted diseases of the developing world, like hepatitis B and polio. Because of lower costs and process-side innovations, they have been able to sell those products at dramatically lower costs both in India and in other low-income countries.
Shantha Biotechnics, operating out of the Indian city of Hyperabad, launched a hepatitis B vaccine in 1997 that cost only $.50, compared to the import price of $15.
The reduced price, the result of a more efficient manufacturing process, enabled a much higher rate of vaccination in India. Through partnerships with UNICEF and other aid agencies, the company now also supplies 40 percent of the world's hepatitis B vaccine.
That example, and countless other success stories, have made the Indian biotechnology sector a global player, and more growth is predicted in the future, said study co-author Peter Singer, also of the University of Toronto.
"India's biotech sector is like a baby elephant," Singer told UPI. "When it grows up it will take up a lot of space."
But the outside world has begun courting Indian companies, according to the report. Partnerships between companies in India, the United States and Europe are proliferating. Some Indian firms do research on behalf of pharmaceutical giants like Merck, Pfizer and AstraZeneca, while other partnerships involve Indian firms snapping up the intellectual property of small American companies.
This increasingly global focus means that as the international market for biotechnology continues to expand exponentially, Indian firms will be poised to compete for a share with research firms and manufacturers in other countries, Singer said. But that could be to the detriment of Indians if the firms focus their research on obesity and erectile dysfunction drugs instead of rotavirus and malaria treatments.
"In a country like India, the biotech sector is an engine for health and economic development," he said. "India is researching its way out of ill health."
To make sure that remains the case, government regulation will probably be needed, the report concluded.
But other observers say the explosive growth predicted for the industry will help and not hurt health in developing countries.
The less restrictive government regulations in India, combined with the soaring number of scientists graduating each year, means that incentives to move research overseas are powerful, said Fariborz Ghadar, director of the Center for Global Business Studies at Penn State University.
Meanwhile, the changing economic landscape for drug development means that U.S. and European companies are more likely to outsource research, and research firms need more help marketing the products they develop, he told UPI. "Those kinds of alliances are basically everywhere."
Given that growth, the Indian biotechnology sector will not need to choose between domestic health needs and the global marketplace, Ghadar said. "I think the market's going to grow so rapidly in India that you're going to see all of the above."
And if the country continues to graduate researchers at the same high rate, he said, "if anything, they're going to be hard-pressed to find jobs."
Indian firms have also excelled at turning developing-country markets into sound business propositions, Michael Free at PATH, a global health organization, told UPI.
In the case of rapid diagnostic tests, he said, "Indian companies saw the markets around them. It was an opportunity to them."
Either through international aid organizations or direct marketing, India, China and Brazil -- with their understanding of developing world needs and lower costs -- almost exclusively supply vaccines and other treatments, Free said.
Indian biotechnology sector growth is "an enormous opportunity for replication of essential technology that will serve the country of origin and other parts of the developing world."
The study was partially funded by BIO Ventures for Public Health, the public health arm of the Biotechnology Industry Organization
How Indian bloggers change the way world thinks about India
India, for long was relegated to the status of a third world nation. Try as you might, year after year it was the same perception. Poverty, pity, snakes, jungles, curry and what not.
Somewhere along the way, the IT revolution, outsourcing, offshoring, IT service providers, Y2K happened and India and Indians slowly moved from the "Wheres India..." to "India has good programmers...".
BRIC, (Brazil, Russia, India, China), the ultimate acronym has lifted India beyond the orbit of India being constantly being referred to as a suffix or prefix with its friendly neighbour. With the growth in outsourcing and its economy, India is touted as a growth engine, emerging economy and a must have in any companys strategy. From good programmers, India now has a "growth economy" as well.
Because of these two factors India is slowly moving up in the eyes of the India watcher and slowly showing up in the radars of businessmen, industry, researchers and universities for whom it was hitherto invisible (or with low visibility).
There is a third level which is contributing significantly to India moving up the proverbial value chain. This, imho, is thanks to the blogging space. Blogging and bloggers are the creators, if you will, of the zeitgeist of the web today which in turn shape the perceptions and world of tomorrow. Most serious bloggers are usually economists, professors,journalists, students, venture capitalists (who I call the "idea drivers of tomorrow") with opinions, insights, contributions, research all or some of which flow into shaping up tomorrow.
Indian bloggers today contribute significantly in determining the way India is perceived tomorrow. Indian bloggers are slowly reinforcing through the blogging community about the depth of India and how it is much more than an army of coders. Indian bloggers contribute and host many a carnival(bhartiya blog mela), many a collobrative blog and write on subjects ranging from education to science to brands to technology to management to analysis to writing and youth.
If Brand India emerges more as an intellectual superpower tomorrow, we Bloggers can claim our two cents of contribution to it.
The Elephant vs The Dragon
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The embargo introduced in response to India's widely condemned nuclear tests in 1998 will be lifted, although India still refuses to sign the nuclear non-proliferation treaty on the grounds that it is "discriminatory"; in an assertion of its independence, it denies international inspectors access to more than 33% of its installations. The
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