News Papers Are Best for News

 

Many of us have lost the habit of reading daily newspapers due to many reasons. One major reason is the convenience of ‘news apps’ and portals. If you use Android phone or Edge browser, it shows latest news at the bottom of the page. We are able to scroll through the news and get updated. Plus, if you use any social media platform, it is impossible to remain disconnected with latest major news whether in our country or globally. But, this has a pitfall.

The other day, while scrolling through news headlines on my mobile browser, I came across a news where a man had killed someone from his family. I tried to avoid going into details, but the second time the same news was shown, I opened the details and found that some laborer (manual worker) had killed someone from his family. Now, is that really the kind of “news” I would bother to read? In a typical newspaper, such news get featured on internal pages, like page# 4-5. National news appear on front page for a reason. If we have less time, we can also only read the first and last pages, in order to do catch up with major news. We normally do not bother to read localized crime news. But “internet news” often shows us such news without discrimination.

I know that we have options to choose what kind of news we want to read first, but if we open our browser many times a day, it is likely that the priority news would get exhausted and hence the service provider would start showing us such mundane localized crime news.

Newspapers provide more advantages other than arranging news as per priority and relevance which I told about. Newspapers are typically published after midnight and hence they have advantage of being able to do quality reporting based on the findings gathered all through the day. Internet news, on the other hand, often show us in a “developing piece” mode, where editors keep adding to the piece all through the day, starting with almost only a headline. Internet news also breaks a news into 10 different articles, in order to engage users more, which the newspapers would not do in their publication.

Reading newspapers has one more advantage that we can get through all the “important news” in those 30 minutes of time we are reading it and within those many pages. A good newspaper will never leave any important development through the previous day and hence can be relied upon, unlike internet news which cannot be relied since it is almost unmanageable to cover in a set of time.   

Therefore, from all angles, reading newspapers is much better idea as compared to reading internet news. But, reading hardcopies of newspapers results in trees being cut for making paper and hence this is one evil side of it. This can however be overcome if we read daily newspapers “electronically”. I am talking about “e-paper”.

Therefore, I think the best thing to do is to read “e-paper” daily. This will save our time, let us have a disciplined routine, avoid us from toxicity of random internet news, and even be environment friendly. I have started reading an e-paper daily and hope to continue it as a habit.

What do you think?

- Rahul

Making Mockery of Death

 

First phase of Covid pandemic in India (Y2020) will be remembered for mass migration and huge trouble and atrocities for the poor population. It was a pathetic phase for the ‘labor class’, who lost their jobs, did not get public transportation to return to their native places, had to become beggars to get food and were hated for merely being ‘visible’. A lot will be forgotten out of convenience, but the hell India went through can’t be denied. On the contrary, the second phase/wave (Y2021) saw mass deaths of middle and upper class young people where money could not save them; rich people begging for “Oxygen beds” at hospitals, and young people dying sudden deaths, as if in a random manner. If there was an apocalyptic moment in Generation X/Y India, that was it. Everyone saw with one’s eyes that death was a possibility and it was real. Although only in a few months after the second wave passed, life returned to normalcy, as if nothing happened. Only, if you come across a few social media accounts of dead/disappeared people, you get to stop and reflect, before moving on. I would recall two such cases.

First, there was a guy whose first name was Rahul. He was an assistant movie director, a bright young handsome Gujarati guy in his 30s, lived in South Delhi; was married too. I came across his profile only when people were using his name as a ‘Hashtag’ to pay their condolences. Scrolling through few of his last posts, it was understood that first he had Covid with breathing difficulties and he wrote many social media posts asking any politician or authority to give him any Oxygen bed in a hospital. He wrote few posts in Hindi, expressing frustration, including cuss words which perhaps were because it was totally “cool” to use those. In the end he got a hospital bed with Oxygen but by that time he was not improving at all. In a couple of days at hospital, his situation became worse. He wrote a post in the morning that “I could have survived if I got a hospital bed earlier”. And then he died by evening. It was shocking, cruel and totally inhuman. Out of his last few social media posts, several had cuss words. I guess he won’t have spoken like that if he really knew he was going to die. Perhaps he thought he would recover and survive.

The second person was a girl I came across in news only today. After she died, Anand Mahindra who is always on social media had written, “your death won’t go in vein”. She was again a bright young girl like the earlier guy. Initially she was not getting a bed in hospital too and when she was admitted to a hospital, her doctor wrote a social media post appreciating her strength and zeal for life and also posted a video where she was seen waving and dancing while listening to music and sitting in her hospital bed with her Oxygen mask on. It was pathetic. What kind of a doctor (she was a lady doctor, so perhaps tried to make a good feminist story out of her female patient) would do that to her patient? The social media post was expected to get people’s prayers for her life. And then there was a reply to that post from the lady patient’s husband or some family member, writing that after 3 hours post this social media post/video, her condition deteriorated fast, and she died. Once again news portals shared the same video and picture where the girl is singing, dancing in her hospital bed, with a title that the brave girl is dead. I don’t know what benefit the patient or her doctor got by posting that video few hours before her death. It was almost making mockery of death and of medical profession too!

Why is it necessary to share social media post till our last breath? Making a social media post for help to get a hospital bed is still ok, though lot of people won’t even do that, but to share video from death bed and trying to become famous that way, seeking blessings (as if those really work), are all so wasteful. Perhaps if the girl survived, this episode won’t be seen in the wrong light but now that she died (last year this time in May month), it looks all so bad. No matter what, she should have been resting and not dancing, and her doctor should be busy thinking about her patients rather than making videos of dying patients and posting on the social media. Such things make social media appear as a dark evil place which is not good for noble people.

Hope everyone moves on and social media users are more sensible about the kind of impact their posts and videos create on their audiences’ minds. Death is supposed to have some dignity and a personal event and making mockery out of it by posting stuff on social media from those last moments is wrong.

- Rahul

Movie: Bhool Bhulaiyaa 2 is a Winner!

 

Bhool Bhulaiyaa 2 is return of the classic Bollywood magic. It is entertaining and a laughter riot. At the same time, the horror is realistic and really frightening. The combination of comedy and horror has become magical.

Kartik Aaryan has given a champion’s performance. His comedy, comic timing, dialogues, expressions, acting and dance performances, all are superb. Tabu, whom I am not a great fan of as such, has also given a very powerful performance. She is really scary as a ghost and at the same time, some of the scenes have become memorable because of her perfect acting. Sanjay Mishra has created another magic with his performance along with many other characters who make the movie so enjoyable. 

Bhool Bhulaiyaa 2 is also a family entertainer. There is not much violence or objectionable content and that is like the icing on the cake.

All the best to a winning movie from Bollywood we are all proud of.

- Rahul

Maalik!

 

Last year, around Holi time at our village, once a group of kids were passing by while I walked. There were about 20 kids, all of age around 5-7, making merry and enjoying themselves while going somewhere. And then I heard something and looked back. I saw a small kid of around 4-5 who was looking up at me and then he said, “Maalik! Pranam!” I blessed him and moved on. While I moved on, I was surprised and touched by the kid’s gesture. There was so much love and respect in his voice that I felt a bit shy. I wondered who the kid was and why he saluted me that day. I came to home and asked my mother who said he must one son of one of the laborers who work in our fields and hence paid his respect when he saw me. I forgot the incident until yesterday.

Yesterday, I was walking in front of our house when the same kid came in. He was accompanying another kid of his own age (around 5-6). The kid from last year saw me and said, “Maalik!” I looked at him and when he saw that he caught my eye, he just smiled in a way which melted my heart. This time, he did not say “Pranam” or anything else, but he just smiled looking at me. Who was this baby Krishna?

I smiled back and did not say anything. Then I saw that he took his friend towards the open field besides our house where goats and cattle graze and he showed the area to him. At times many kids come to play in that field and perhaps he was showing the field to his friend as a playground. Then the two kids returned and while they were passing besides me, I saw that his friend was continuously starring at my face as if trying to remember my face. That was touching too.

Every time I remember the kid and his “Maalik!” resonates in my mind, my heart warms up and melts a bit.

- Rahul

The Primal Influencer

 

In our village, a laborer was doing something in front of the neighboring house. There was some amount of grains which he was cleaning and keeping in a bag. I noticed that somehow a little kid, most probably his son was ‘watching’ him do the work. He would stand and look at what his father was doing. Then, the man took the husk and went to some distance to throw it away and the boy also followed him, saw him throw it away and came back. Then again he watched his father do some more work, followed him when he went to throw some dust at some distance and came back. The way this little boy of 5-6 walked behind his father and just kept watching him, without either saying a word, looked curious.

I remembered that when my son had come last time at around 4 years of age, he would do the same to me. When I came back from office, he would start following me wherever I went in the house. When I went to the bathroom and washed my hands and feet, he would enter and declare that he also wanted his feet and hands to be washed.

This phenomenon basically tells about the way small kids, especially sons are influenced by their father. And it is a lovely thing.

Three Musketeers

 

In our village, a bitch (female dog) gave birth to at least three pups recently. Kids from the village started playing with the pups and the pups also responded with equal enthusiasm. A boy hid the pups below a ‘bedhi’ (cottage for grain storage) and they made it their home for a few days. Once in a while their mother used to visit and meet them. Once I saw her approaching and even before reaching there, she sensed that the pups were safe inside the bedhi and hence went for sleep. Some kids from the village saw that and came nearby. They called the pups from inside and brought them near her so that they could start drinking milk. The mother-dog did not feel intimidated by kids and allowed them to handle her pups. After a few days, one of the three pups vanished and only two pups (in the picture above) were seen playing around. Watching them play was fun. As part of their game, they would just fall back on ground, roll over the ground and of course push each other to force the other fell down. Similarities with human kids were startling. After a few more days, those also vanished. Then, one day I saw all three of them at a nearby field and all three pups were playing. Then the bitch tried to bring one of the pups back to the original place (below the bedhi) but once the pup came nearby and saw it (as you can see in above picture), he ran back. That was the last time any one of the three pups were seen. But I am sure they are safe and playing somewhere and their mother is feeding them since they are still so small. 

Lonely Life of a Baby Bull

 

In our village recently, I saw a funny scene. A boy was being chased by a calf. He was trying to outrun it and failing in the job, when the calf was stopped in its track by someone else who shouted at it. The calf backed off and started looking here and there. Then it made a sound “baaaaan” two times. After a while, it turned back and disappeared.

Later in the evening, the boy was seen chasing the same calf by beating it with a stick. Life had turned full circle in half a day!

Later, I got to know about the whole thing. The calf was a baby ‘bull’ and here is its life story.

There was a death in one of our relatives’ families and as part of the custom, a milk giving cow and a calf were given away to Pandit ji. The Pandit lived in nearby village, so the cow and its calf were taken there. But the calf was ‘male’, which means it was of not much use to anyone. Since the bull was given away, no one could keep it or convert it into an ox. So, after a month when the ‘baby bull’ was big enough to survive by wandering, he would have been abandoned and set free to roam. Or may be the bull was supposed to be left wild as part of the custom. Now, somehow after being sent away from there, the baby bull had traced its path and come back to its old home in our neighborhood! Since this family had given it away, it could not keep it or feed it. So, the baby bull became an uninvited guest and no one’s liability.

The baby bull kept living on the land outside its original house. There were 3-4 other cows in the house who were fed and being taken care of regularly. The baby bull tried to go near them. Those cows didn’t resist; perhaps they remembered it from a month ago while it also lived here. I never saw those cows resisting or getting scared when the baby bull went near them. So, every once in a while, when the baby bull felt like, it would sneak into the cowshed and eat whatever green grass and other stuff the cows were eating. But its real enemies were the men and boys who were employed to take care of cows. They would chase the baby bull away whenever they saw it. And the baby bull would go away, make a full circle of the house and come back right where it started. It was an endless game which is going on even now.

On several evenings, I saw the baby bull walking away towards the fields and vanishing. And when it was morning, it would come back to the house. Its skin and fur which was originally so shining white, became spotted with soil here and there. Its body language was also confused though steady. The baby bull did not know its place in this world, and it was painful to watch.

One morning, the baby bull rose and went away from the house towards the fields, and then made sound “baaaaan” two-three times while looking towards the house. Then it went towards the fields and disappeared. I wondered if the baby bull had finally given up and left forever. But it came back again just after a few hours!

Although all stray bulls live a lonely life, I had a closer look at this baby bull’s lonely life only now. No one cares about it, no one feeds it, the other cows also do not interact with it, and the small boys from the village start beating it with sticks whenever they see it. On a few occasions, the baby bull attacked and dragged a few people, but so far it has not caused any real damage to anyone. I wonder how long will the baby bull live here. Certainly, it won’t be allowed to live here forever. May be, they are waiting for it to grow up more and then chase it away. Where will it go after here? Wherever it goes, will that place be better or worse than here? Will anyone really care about it in its current life?

On these thoughts, I shall leave this story open. May the baby bull get to live here for a little longer before it goes away. And may it enjoy a healthy and safe life and does not attack anyone else too. That is all I can wish.

-  Rahul

Leela Naidu on Hinduism

 

Recently, I came to know about late Leela Naidu, a former ‘Miss India’ (1954), actress and socialite. She was the daughter of Dr. Pattipati Ramaiah Naidu, a well-known nuclear physicist of his time and Dr. Marthe Mange Naidu, who was of Swiss-French origin. Leela Naidu grew up in Europe, went to an elite school in Geneva, Switzerland, and later returned to India.

I happened to read some magazine articles written immediately after her death, which focused more on her marital history (she had got married and divorced twice) and on her last years during which she suffered from alcohol addition, health issues and lived a reclusive life in Mumbai. This is natural because the readers are in that somber mood after learning about a famous person’s death and writers and journalists try to feed to his curiosity by talking more about the “last years”. I think this is a huge injustice to the deceased. When we look at a person like Leela Naidu’s whole life in totality, we would find them as winners. But if we focus on multiple divorces, drinking problem, and pitiful death in the end, we lose perspective and are deceived. Therefore, by making this argument, I am trying to dispel all the negativity that was fed into my mind by those journalists and writers who wrote sober obituaries of a splendid person like late Leela Naidu. I can say that after knowing about her life and times, I felt empathy and respect for her.

I also came across a book which was written by Leela Naidu co-authoring Jerry Pinto, titled ‘Leela: A Patchwork Life’. It is interesting to read a portion where she recalls her earliest memories and thoughts on religion. Here is a page where she describes what she thought about Hinduism and how Western people misjudged it.

Leela Naidu on Hinduism:

After reading this, we can only agree with her and feel proud that she had the courage to argue with her instructor at the Catholic school in Geneva and she came out in flying colors! How can some people from other religions brush off symbolisms in Hinduism by taking those literally and then praise their own religions’ similar practices as things of great value?

I hope you enjoyed reading above page from her book. You can find the book here.

- Rahul Tiwary

About Scams and Scamsters

Watched a documentary on Gerald Cotten and it did seem that sometimes real life stories are more interesting than fiction. You can read about it here: 

What really happened to Gerald Cotten? Netflix’s new true crime documentary, Trust No One: The Hunt for the Crypto King, looks at the millionaire’s mysterious death | South China Morning Post (scmp.com)

Attached to above article, I found below one about another scandal. Tells how we are all living in the midst of frauds. 

What happened to Sarma Melngailis from Netflix’s Bad Vegan? The former raw vegan restaurateur from Pure Food and Wine is keeping under the radar, but will she open another eatery again? | South China Morning Post (scmp.com)

Reminds me of another fraud story I read a few months back, about Anna Delvy

Who is Anna Delvey? The true story of fake socialite portrayed in Netflix’s Inventing Anna (yahoo.com)

Talking about scams and scamsters, recently a businessman tried to dupe me of a large sum of money. I was not foolish but I was not cautious too and now I am going to the court to sue him. I have thought about how I could be duped because I know that we should not easily trust people, and I have come to the conclusion that at the end of the day, I did not value money over human trust. I had a suspicion about what if the person does not return the money as promised, but I still went ahead with the transaction because somewhere I did not "value" money that much. I have tried to tell me that it is a weakness and I need to get over it. But, at the same time despite all our precautions, scamsters do scam us with their nice words and all once in a while.  

Of Crying and Cry-Babies

 

While passing through the neighborhood, I came across a small child who was with his mother and he was crying. The mother and the kid were sitting on the staircase in the shadow of their house. It looked like the kid’s "crying session" going on for some time. It reminded me of my childhood, about kids crying in general and one of the articles I had read recently about why kids cry a lot.

I think kids just start crying when they do not feel like. They are not bothered about how they look or appear in others’ eyes if they cry. Crying is an expression for them. After a while, they also use it as a tool or a weapon, to force adults into agreeing with their demands. But perhaps small kids and babies just cry when they do not feel well about anything, without applying any thought. When we are grownup, we have several other ways to express ourselves and we look at crying essentially as a sign of weakness and lack of control, and hence it is the last option if we have to exercise it. Most of adult crying is also babylike; except that it does not last long. And expect those con-artists or actors who can cry at will.

I think I was not a 'cry-baby' in my childhood; and I don’t remember myself crying  a lot when I was small. But I do have memories when I used to be very angry in childhood. When I was angry, I would stop eating. Then mother would have to try too hard, telling me stories and tricking into making me eat. But I won’t open my mouth to eat. And if forcefully fed, I would just not swallow the food but would keep it stuffed inside my mouth. My cheeks would get stretched and pained, keeping the food stuffed in my mouth for too long. I think all kids do such stuff.

World is certainly a better place since adults do not usually cry. Otherwise imagine the chaos we shall have each day. At the same time, we can envy the kids ability to cry as an act in itself, since it would take a bit of self confidence to be able to cry, not bothered about what others would think about us. In that sense, crying can be a healthy thing in kids who are growing up.

- Rahul

Some Quotes

 

Things. You can acknowledge their presence in your home. You can even express your gratitude to them for being with you during tough times. But you can't get attached to them. I remember I had a friend in college who would talk to his things. For instance, his fav earphones stopped working. He got a new pair. He simply said to his old earphones that you were of great service. Thank you for being with me for a long time through thick and thin. May you rest in peace. Then he carefully discarded them in the trash can and moved on to open the new pack. If only life was this simple.

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Twitter is more like my silent friend, which simply tells me jokes, scary stories, news, gossips, etc. I read it, sometimes process it, and try to forget my existence.

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All you can do at this point is try to fulfill your duties as much as you can.

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You are worrying to much about the future. We don't know what's gonna happen in the next 5 years. You have thought about 20 years.

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With time people change

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I love pizza and MONEY is needed to buy it.

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I believe that the minute someone insults you, JUST leave. I mean jahan respect nahi wahan you can't expect a decent relationship to grow and prosper.

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I can dissect a person just by having a conversation for like 5-10 minutes.

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He is the kind who thinks that only lazy people go through depression. But don't you think even a strong independent person needs a support system?

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If the concept of escapism exists, then it holds value to it. Nothing is useless in this universe. Everything has its meaning.

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This is your chance to shine!! Try practicing patience during such small moments. This is how you learn to remain calm and patient during difficult times.

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- Unknown

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A heartbreaking little pup story

 

I was traveling in a car and while approaching a secluded intersection, we noticed a small puppy. It was a totally black little pup, chubby and jumping around a totally white dog which should not be its mother. The dog and the pup went towards left side. When we also took left turn, we noticed that the dog and the pup were going towards something and seeing it broke our heart.

There was another small totally black puppy which was lying on the road with blood splashed over its head. And a third small black pup was sitting near it, prodding it to wake up. Now whole picture became clear. The three little black pups should be playing on the roadside when one of them got hit by some vehicle or object and died. While one pup tried to make it alive again by prodding, the other pup noticed a white adult dog nearby and went to bring it there for help.

In a glimpse, I could notice that the little pup which was dead looked as if it was just sleeping and someone had splashed red color over its head. Since it was not crushed, which is usually the scene when dogs meet road accidents. I realized that I had never seen a dog’s blood before and only now I got to know that it was also red.

We had passed by and while I was struggling to stop tears flooding my eyes, I was also angry at this world for creating such a brutality. At such episodes, we can only take note that life is so fragile. May the little puppy be safe in its next life and always live happily.

- Rahul Tiwary