Ring The Bell

This world doesn't change after differentiating good or bad. There are still the sub categories. In broader sense the good people can be divided in two groups further. Most of the good people belong to ‘Change Seekers’, who go to India gate to protest, to light candles; who burn off their frustration on social websites; or some join campaigns by going one step ahead. The second sub category plays the major role and that belongs to those people who make the changes happen. These people are few in millions, hard to highlight. But I appreciate some campaigns like Ring the bell, MARD, Indi Change, Bell bajao and few more. What I wish is that these campaigns should not be stopped after a while. The first mentioned campaign by breakthrough is donating some money to the villages in Bihar for this blog post, hence feel good while reading this.

Everyone has noticed that some monsters are again and again showing their heads in little course of time. It is not like the pillars of humanity fell in December and suddenly some found evil in them. Such things are happening from Stone Age. Even our mythology can’t deny it.  So it can be kidnapping of Sita or shameful behavior of Kauravas with Draupadi. It is a fact that some men are going crazy. Hence the need of the hour is to find some solutions to bring violence against women to a halt. Obviously I am not interested in designing cloths for women which cover head to toe. We have to brainstorm and find some practical solutions here.

The major loss I found from the back to back incidents of violence is the campaigns about saving the girl children totally stopped. People either lacked their interest or scared. First of all we have to restart these campaigns in full swing. It is a long term solution though. Let every boy in India have a sister. Let them respect and love the women from childhood. The second thing is that we should keep our next generation away from any coward incident which can leave strains on their minds. It can be small fights, but don’t display them. Better solution is not to have any fights. Here my point is children grow mostly like their parents, friends, teachers and role models. They will act like you. If you check the records of the parents of accused in recent incidents, you will find some flaws. These devils are burning Lanka with the sparks created in their surroundings. I won’t stop saying that education is the only way to bury the evil in us.

I had some long term solutions above. We have to think now to save our generation. Almost everyone is demanding for the stricter laws as correct they are. But it won’t be enough though. The mental state of the accused was not normal while playing the coward act. Stricter laws will scare them. But they will find their ways as always. I can see some ways, feeling speechless though. When you don’t have a control on one side then you have to take care of the other. Until the police, stricter laws and the above mentioned campaigns take time to hunt down the cowards, I have a message for women and that is ‘Be Strong’. Learn the self defense.The flaws start with the solution. One girl cannot tackle with the higher number. So try to stay in groups, have some trustworthy friends around with you. All my opinions or yours stop at one point when it comes to not yet women, extremely young girl children. Those incidents kill our thinking system. Here I will only request all the mothers not to leave their daughters with ANYONE until they are ready with the self defense.

So my friends, I won’t stop to think about this and expect the same from you. There are many good things to do in life than just to vote good answers on Quora. You better find your own answers and can write them in the comments below. We can have a good discussion. Or you can visit www.bellbajao.org and can go real.

It doesn't matter whether you are a male or a female, be a MARD!

You Can Live Longer!

Yes, you read it right. You can live longer nowadays. Yesterday I was reading about the technological development in healthcare and I came to find some hard to believe ways to live longer. Nowadays modern healthcare industry is growing fast and researchers are getting results for the efforts they have put in for hundreds of years.

Indians have been very innovative and brilliant in the healthcare areas from the very ancient period of Aryans and Dravidians. We can find the surgery techniques in Vedas. Yoga also grew on the roots of Indian culture. But as the centuries of years were passing on, these healthcare techniques failed to reach the common people. People were dying with shortage of facilities and more effective healthcare techniques. But past 10-15 years were really crucial in this industry and at the end some really sweet fruits ripen. Apollo hospitals bring the entire modern healthcare at our doorstep. I really want my reader friends to have well informed about some of the ways to stay updated.

                                                                                                                                                                   

Medical Tourism: Some words are always sticken with the word tourism and those are fun, friends, family and many more. But this term of medical tourism is new to world. When we successfully come out of any disease or health problems, doctors suggest us to visit some hilly places to get back on the track. This is really not a type of medical tourism. According to wikipedia, it is patient movement from highly developed nations to other areas of the world for medical care, usually to find treatments at a lower cost.

Robotic Surgery: Sounds like sci-fi. Robotically assisted surgery was developed to overcome the limitations of minimally invasive surgery and to enhance the capabilities of surgeons performing open surgery.

Yoga: It is more like a business now. And westernited added glamour to it. But it is a true face of modern Indian healthcare. You can really live longer by doing yoga. Thirty minutes a day, keeps you fresh all day.

Modern healthcare gadgets:

At the end of the day, you can prosper in life only if you have 100% clearance from your health.

You can check modern healthcare services by Apollo hospitals here!

The story of a missing ticket!

I still remember the date. It was an usual sunny day in May 2012. I was just packing my bags for the two months long summer vacations. It was also the end of my first year of engineering. I just wanted to run away from Trichy considering two things, one I was no more a junior after that day and secondly I was never a victim of forty five degree Celsius of temperature before. Packing was one of the tough job for me because my mother used to help me in such things.

I came to remember to buy some necessary things and some snacks at the last hour. Also I had to take the printout of my ticket. Though Indian railways had allowed the sms tickets from that month, you should have a backup in India as unexpected things were always waiting for us. I rushed to shopping center and got those things. When I reached at hostels, the cab driver was already there dialing my phone number again and again. Tamilians are born punctual and I had to install the ‘punctuality’ in my system later. I had only five minutes to get my all things if I wanted to reach the railway station on time. My roommate was not there in the room. So I took one paper and wrote greetings to him and sticked it on the wall and left the hostel after fifteen minutes.

The cab driver never stopped blabbering and it was actually scaring me that I would not make it. The traffic accelerated my heart beats. There was an announcement of my train when I reached. I kept the change with the cab driver and hurried towards the platform. The AC coach was too far to take chance. Hence I got into one of the sleeper coaches and started to move only after the train started to run. First I thanked my luck for getting me into the train. Finally I reached at my allotted seat and I settled the luggage. The TT came after two hours to check the tickets. I proudly took out my smartphone and showed him. He gave me a dirty glance and started blabbering in Tamil. I requested for the English and he explained me. The pan card number registered for the verification was wrong. Obviously it was! As the ticket was booked by my friend and he would have entered his number.

The TT agreed to allow me in the train only if I submitted the print copy of the ticket as a token of proof. I breathed deeply and opened a pouch to give him the ticket. Unfortunately the ticket was not there. Again I received the dirty look! He gave me some time to search the ticket till he finished all the checking. I took more than a hour but the ticket was nowhere. I checked each and every corner. I tried to remember all the things I did that day sequentially. But I was damn sure that I kept the ticket in my pouch as I believed so. The TT came again and said that he used to meet people like me everyday who try to fool the system. My throat was cold enough not to speak anything. I convinced him a lot. But as usual Tamil people who are nothing but the masters of discipline are hard to melt. I agree that discipline is necessary in our life till it looks like a punishment. The TT told me that practically I boarded the train without a ticket. So I had to pay three thousand and five hundred rupees for that booked seat of mine. I counted the cash and it was only two thousand bucks. He offered me a seat in sleeper class with a sarcastic smile like he had succeeded to find out one more fraud. Again I moved all the luggage to sleeper class. I did not even have money to buy meals. First I finished all the snacks with me. Then I controlled myself from the smell of food from the pantry car which I used to hate usually. But It was tempting that day. One old couple shared their food with me in the night. I took their phone number to express my gratitude later.

Finally I reached my home and my mother cooked delicious dishes every day. But I could not forget the incident. The two months flew away shortly and I once again returned to college with three print copies of ticket this time. As I entered into my hostel room all the things were there as before. My roommate was yet to come. The message on the wall got my attention which I had written for my roommate. “Hey, enjoy your holidays and make them memorable. So that you can pass next four months in this hell by remembering the memories. Bye. Have a happy and safe journey!” I tore that paper and whoa!!

It was my missing TICKET!