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[Contributed by: User – Ateeq Ahmed Siddiqui on 02/03/2013]
Yesterday I went to the Ramlila grounds. Like you, me too have been glued to the TV from the day the drama started. So, I wanted to get a “feel” of the happenings on the ground. More specifically I wanted to make some contribution (financially) to the cause.
I’d like to share with you what I experienced. First the donation part.
I approached the volunteer at the counter (there are two/three huge counters and help desks set up by the India Against Corruption volunteers.). “But Sir, we are not taking any donations.” Shocked; I informed him that I am not paying by cash, I have brought my cheque book. (They are extremely meticulous in maintaining their accounts. I had experienced this when I had visited their fast site at Jantar Mantar in April. Even if somebody gave them 10 Rupees, they would insist on giving a receipt with details of address, phone no. etc. This had caused long queues. They know that the scoundrels in the Govt. are just waiting to pounce on them with allegations of irregularities in accounts). “Sir, we are not accepting even cheques now. We have stopped collecting donations.”
I pulled out my copy of the Times of India of the day and showed them the report where it said they had a special cell for collecting donations. “We know it Sir, but thanks to generous people like you, we have collected enough money for our needs for the time being and since last night, we have stopped taking any more money.”
In more than 65 years of my existence, this was the first time I was coming across an NGO/ Institution/ Movement which was not taking money. I am more used to their pestering.
Just to double check, I approached a few other volunteers at different desks. Same response. But doesn’t an ongoing movement like this constantly need funds ? The response was that they will restart the collection drive in that situation. But for the time being, they had enough for their needs ! “Besides Sir, most of the activities that you see here on a large scale, e.g. water, tea, food distribution etc. are being organised by individuals / organisations. We are not doing anything on that front.”
(OK, I have made my main point and you may stop reading any further. I am just wanting to put down on paper other tit-bits that I saw, but you may not have the time to go through the same. I am not making any effort to “condense it”!)
Talking of volunteers, they are so young and well educated. Replace their “India Against Corruption” T shirts with normal office attire and you will see they fit into finest of the companies. A large no. of them indeed are from very professional organisations. Clearly overworked, they presented such a dedicated face. Not a single case of losing temper, at least as long as I was there. Some achievement, considering that a huge no. of not-so-educated people surround them at any given point of time. Some were not even getting time to sip a cup of tea. The relief on getting a chance to do so was so palpable on their face. There must have been more than a hundred of them there. The true heroes and heroines of India.
Every few minutes, a trailer van would be leaving the grounds after collecting all the litter that was filling up the large bins kept all over the ground. These bins kept getting filled up so fast because there was an enormous amount of food being distributed free by individuals and private organisations.
There were long queues at the counters distributing full meal (not just snacks). The food, served
in clean thermocole type trays and with plastic spoons was wholesome. Rice, Puri, Subji etc. They reminded one of Bhandaras orLangars ! Snacks (Parle G biscuits, Grams (chana), some bananas and sundries), water pouches, tea etc. were being so enthusiastically distributed . They were literally catching anyone passing by and handing over the same ! One such person (a Sardarji) was distributing biscuits; so I asked him if he had come all the way from Punjab. “Nahinji, I am from Faridabad”. My chest swelled with pride; people from my town were also doing their bit. Shook hands warmly, but couldn’t talk much; he was so busy.
The irony of it all was not lost on me. Here were these multitudes who had come in support of a fasting man and were being filled to the brim by rest of the society !
Reverting to the topic of litter and bins, the ground, slushy and muddy as it was, was full of litter. Despite the best efforts of the volunteers. After all, we are Indians. How can we live in cleanliness ? Then I saw a very well off, middle aged lady, the kind you will see in your (posh) neighbourhood; pick up a cane basket and get down to the task of picking up littered plates, trays, plastic pouches etc.
and transfer them to the bins. It was a strange phenomena. A high caste lady cleaning up the muck thrown around by (metaphorically speaking) Dalits and lower castes ! This was the new, emerging India. For the first time, during my stay at the Ramlila grounds, I felt so ashamed of myself.
Instinctively, I too bent down to pick up a few of these. But within 3/4 minutes, realised that my back won’t support me. The hardest thing to remove were the plastic spoons that had got embedded in the mud all around.
That was not the only place where our sense of hygiene was on full display. An artist had put up a very large no. of thoroughly enjoyable Poster Cartoons on a wall. High quality. I believe they are also on Facebook and Twitter. (For example, there was one showing one politician telling another, “How can they call us all corrupt ? When half of us haven’t even got the ministries where we can make money !”). Yet it was so difficult to stand and read all the cartoons. The Pee stink was so strong. My countrymen were merrily peeing on the adjoining wall (at right angles to the Cartoon wall), despite authorities having provided toilets just outside the gates. If that was not enough, consider this : The wall on which they were peeing was the side wall of a temple !
When you looked at eye level, you saw a sea of humanity, tricolours fluttering, massive and un-co-ordintaed slogan shouting, but when you looked down, you felt sick. Muddy and uneven grounds with pools of stagnant water every few steps (it has been raining heavily here). So difficult to walk around; often having to jump around. This was Ramlila ground, where every year, Ramlila celebrations take place on a large scale and any no. of political rallies take place every alternate week, so to speak. Could the Municipal Corporation of Delhi not pave it all these years ? You automatically turned your face down when you saw a foreigner try to negotiate the grounds. Yet, you just had to turn your face 90 degrees to see a massive (32 stories, I believe), super-modern, massive building just on the other side of the road. I was convinced it belonged to a top notch MNC. Finally, I caught hold of a smart, though grey haired Police Officer and asked him whose building was that. He was surprised, but let me know it was the MCD HQ building and has been there for a few years. What a contrast and what a shame. The rascals (MCD is currently controlled by BJP) can’t see the pathetic condition of the Ramlila grounds from their windows every moment of their working day ? And BJP is lecturing us how the entire mess in the country is because of the Congress.
Well, enough of the side-shows and tit-bits. Let’s come to the main picture. Simply amazing. Huge no. of people. I think the media is grossly under-reporting the same. They talk of the crowd size at a given point of time. A static measurement, if you please. When I was there (it was afternoon; supposed to be at its thinnest), there were at least 20,000 at any given point of time. Yet the actual crowd is far, far bigger. Probably 3 times the estimates. For, people are constantly streaming in and streaming out. Just like me. Families, the rich and the poor, handicapped people, I even saw an almost 100 year old villager, barely able to walk, just a loin cloth around him, panting very badly, come up to the main tent with the help of what I believe was his grandson. Whoever has been spreading the canard that it is a “middle class” phenomena needs to have his/her eyesight examined.
I saw far greater no. of very poor Indians from all over the country than the so-called “middle class”. The enthusiasm is amazing. Slogans, patriotic songs and Bhajans are the dominant theme. The crowd does not fall silent even for a minute. When I was there, Manoj Tiwari, a popular Bihari singer was belting one patriotic song after another. And the entire crowd was singing with him and waving with their hands raised up (no space for any horizontal movement of the hands). For full one hour. And that dynamo of a 62 year old lady called Kiran Bedi. She was waving a large size tricolour vigorously from one side to the other on the stage. For that full one hour. Try doing it for 10 minutes ! Besides them, a quite old, dark complexioned villager, looking just like your or mine grandpa was sitting cross legged on a wooden cot, wearing a constant smile and often swinging his head or clapping lightly with the music. The epicenter of it all : Anna Hazare.
While the main crowd keeps up with the Stage, there are a thousand side shows of patriotic commitment going on. Every group, some very small, enter the grounds shouting their own slogans and waving the national flag. So, in a sense, you also have a sense of cacophony. I saw a family consisting of a mother and 4 daughters (I presume) enter through a gate and immediately launch into “Vande Mataram” and other slogans. Irrespective of what slogans or songs were being sung from the stage. They had to let the world know how charged up they were. Total commitment to the cause. Huge no. of (mostly handwritten) placards and painted faces greet you.
So, overall, did I feel happy ? Or, proud ? Yes, immensely. This can happen only in India. It was an authentic Indian Mela. For a very serious cause. Where else in the world will you find such lofty ideals existing peacefully with physical filth; where else would you find feasting co-existing with fasting ; where would you have such massive crowds with no leader, yet not a single case of violence.
First time that I saw so many policemen and policewomen with not a single one carrying a lathi . Where would you find thousands to keep standing on their feet for 24 hours, for there is so little of dry space to sleep or sit. When I was on my way to the grounds, I stopped at a petrol station to fill in. I heard one attendant telling another that he had returned at 3.30 am. Presumably from the Ramlila grounds. It seems people like him are on duty upto 11 p.m. or so; then take the Metro or some other transport, go to site to support Anna and team; take the first available Metro in the morning to reach home or place of work. What commitment!!
I never saw Mahatma Gandhi (seen Vinoba Bhave though). But I got a great feel for what mass movements of those days were like. Let’s all pray that this semi-literate man’s health remains good and the SOBs in Govt. and political parties see reason. Maybe, just maybe, we might yet see within our lifetime, India move up dramatically from the 87th rank amongst the most corrupt nations in the world. And instead of Gods and Goddesses, start worshipping Anna’s team members. The likes of Arvind Kejriwal. Have brought a lost cause to center stage. With their leadership, immense hard work over the years, zeal, sacrifice in personal life and with an intelligence that has completely outwitted the entire Govt. and political class.
Till then, enjoy your TV show !
P.S. Just when I finished typing the above, I saw a news item in today’s TOI that indeed “India Against Corruption” folks have stopped accepting donations, because they have already collected “60 Lacs”. What a joke compared to what the politicians want to collect. I remember, when my state’s former Chief Minister Chauthala was charged with illegally amassing Rs. 1500 crores, his retort was “What is 1500 crores for a politician these days” ! And here are these folks saying a mere 60 lacs is enough to run this countrywide movement. Long live the new India!!!
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Mother Nature is an evil bitch that wants us dead. We know this, we accept it, we try to burn one plant a day as petty revenge against her for it and we move on with our lives. But sometimes her traps are so unsubtle, so obviously, blatantly designed to do nothing but murder human beings in the most awful ways possible that we can’t help but stand and applaud her sheer balls. In that spirit, here are five of Mother Nature’s more vicious bear traps:
#5. Tsingy de Bemaraha National Park — Madagascar
The Tsingy de Bemaraha National Park is a protected UNESCO world heritage site, but this park doesn’t need any tollbooths, rangers or even a tall, spiked fence. Why? Because it’s literally nothing but spiked fence. Tsingy is a 250-square-mile tiger trap made up of massive limestone obelisks riddled with jagged spears. And yes, they will cut your pretty face. And no, they won’t not cut your pretty face, no matter how much you cooperate.
Sometimes the Earth gives a freebie to the World of Warcraft design team.
Biologists call the area a bio-fortress. The park is so impassable and uncharted, in fact, that every time a team goes on an expedition there, they find approximately five new species. They’re literally tripping over entirely unseen life-forms — a photographer for National Geographic documented these creatures, presumably while picking crocodile-headed lizards out of his canteen and shaking bizarre, dancing crimson bugs out of his sleeping bag.
Sometimes a forest of daggers just isn’t enough.
It shouldn’t be surprising: 90 percent of all species found on Madagascar are endemic, so if we go vaulting over the Earth’s barbed-wire fence on the Island of Extremely Rare Shit, we’re probably going to see some new things. And yet despite all of that sweet groundbreaking science temptation, the vast majority of the park remains completely unexplored to this day.
So yeah. There are definitely dinosaurs in there.
That’s really a testament to how inhospitable it is: We weren’t just talking about “spikes” and “cutting” earlier because the area looks “spiky” from a helicopter. Those things really are razor-sharp. “Tsingy” is actually the Malagasy word for “where you cannot walk barefoot.” When one expedition visited, they couldn’t navigate with ordinary rock-climbing gear because (and these are actual quotes from an actual scientist) “Tsingy chewed equipment and flesh with equal ease. At times it was like climbing amid giant skewers, the consequences of a fall suggested in the mutilated trunks of toppled trees below.”
Sometimes the formations produce Yes album covers just to mess with you.
Maybe we should amend our analogy a little: It’s less like nature’s junkyard fence and more like the Earth’s teeth, where it stabs and grinds you into a fleshy pulp for easy digestion.
And just in case you still think we’re exaggerating, here’s how Steven Goodman (the quoted scientist above) ended his trip: He and his team were walking on a normal, plain, flat path, when he turned his ankle just a little bit and stumbled. That’s all — he didn’t even fall all the way; just took a brief knee.
We can’t say this would be our preferred method of climbing.
It took them two days to hobble back to a hospital to remove the limestone spike from his kneecap.
#4. The Boiling Lake — Dominica
The Boiling Lake in Dominica is remotely located, 200 feet deep and straight-up boiling, 24/7. No, it’s not “kind of warm” and “really bubbly, so it looks like it’s boiling,” like a natural hot spring. If you take a therapeutic dip in the Boiling Lake, you’ll come out poached. The water temperature at the edge of the Boiling Lake sits at 197 degrees Fahrenheit on average. That’s on the shore; no measurements at all have been taken at the center, where the water is perpetually roiling, because, well, would you want to kayak out into a giant cookpot with a thermometer?
Those who’ve braved the intense heat have fused with their boats. “Boataurs,” we call them.
Tourist sites mention that the rocks are slippery at the lake’s edge, so you should exercise extreme caution while visiting. Even more prudent: Just don’t go. There’s no cause for “clocking a few weeks out of the office” to “take the ol’ fam” down to the fucking lake that cooks human beings.
Although, hey, maybe we’re being too close-minded here. This guy went for a visit and had a pretty good time.
We hear steaming food before consumption is healthier.
He even slung up a zipline to mosey over the center of the lake. Once there, he took a water sample and boiled some eggs for lunch. You know — fun times. They “turned jet black” when submerged in the water, and nobody’s quite sure why that is, but that didn’t dissuade him; he says “they still made a pretty decent lunch.”
“Want in on these bad boys?”
#3. The Bolton Strid — Yorkshire
This is the Bolton Strid, and we have to admit, it’s a pretty innocuous-looking thing to be on a list of nature’s most dangerous booby traps. It appears to be no more than a quaint country brook.
Now, this is what the Strid looks like a bit upstream, where it’s called the River Wharfe:
All British guidebooks use “quaint” and “picturesque” at least four times a page.
That’s … a really big friggin’ river. So what happened between there and the Strid? Did the river split, or flow into a lake or something? Nope, the Strid is still the whole Wharfe; it’s just been flipped onto its side. That means that while it’s only about 6 feet across, and appears to be no more than a few feet at its deepest (as we tend to assume of all cutesy little forest streams), nobody actually knows how deep the Strid goes. We simply cannot measure it, because there’s a powerful undercurrent sweeping down into the vast, unseen caverns and massive underwater pockets that hold all of the rest of the river’s water. Though if there happens to be a bout of particularly dry weather, the waterline does start to drop, and you can just see the tops of the giant formations below.
We’re pretty sure you need someone like Gollum to navigate through here.
All of that adds up to one simple, terrifying fact: Nobody who has ever fallen into the Strid — that harmless-looking brook up there — has lived to tell about it. Swimming in the Strid has a 100 percent mortality rate. Though there are signs and placards warning about the dangerous water hazard, they’re not always seen: Here’s a news report about a couple that went for a walk near the Strid on their honeymoon and went missing.
“And yet, I’m still hungry.”
It’s relatively common for people to assume they can jump the creek, walk across its stones or even wade through it (again, just looking at it, the Strid really seems to be only knee-deep in places, and certainly not the instant, precipitous drop into a watery grave that it is). Most of the time, they never even find the body. Which means there are just dozens of corpses down there, pinned to the walls of the underground chasms, waiting for you to join them …
It’s exactly how water works in a video game: It looks all stupid and harmless, but the second your foot touches the surface, you get some bullshit drowning animation and die instantly.
“That’s it, kids, a little farther back … haha, oh, I’m such a card!”
#2. The Afar Triangle — Africa
In 2005, geologist Dereje Ayalew and his colleagues went for a nice helicopter ride, because college lied to you and being a geologist is actually all fun and games. When they landed to take a look at, like, probably some stupid rocks (buzzkill), the very Earth split open. And we don’t mean that how you think — that a little fissure started to appear. It happened like earthquakes do in movies: A yawning void suddenly broke open and ripped toward them, hungry for their bones.
And then the Earth grumbled about pant sizes being smaller nowadays.
Objectively speaking, what they witnessed was the dramatic tectonic initiation of the African continent splitting from its horn. Subjectively speaking, they saw the Earth turn into Pac-Man, and they were the little white dots.
“Quick, stop it with the power of geology!”
Since that time in 2005, the Afar Triangle has been possibly the most unstable area on the planet, with huge, gaping cracks splitting open at seemingly complete random. But if you fall in, it’s not just the drop that will kill you: The cracks are not only frighteningly deep and dark, but also fire out blasts of superheated air (around 750 degrees Fahrenheit). The sound of bubbling magma can be heard from the depths of some cracks, and plumes of sulfurous gas erupt from others. If the Tsingy park is Mother Nature’s tiger trap, the Afar Triangle is its Bond-villain-esque trapdoor of doom.
And these wiggly lines are the wavering loyalties of the Bond girl. Metaphors.
So if you ever find yourself having to visit the Afar Triangle, just make sure that you’re the absolute best at whatever you’re doing. The Afar Triangle does not tolerate … disappointment.
#1. The Corryvreckan Maelstrom — Scotland
We know that whirlpools are a thing. But we tend to think that, in the real world, they’re either relatively small-scale phenomena or, at worst, a temporary hazard — something caused by a shift in tides, or a sinking mass — that’ll eventually just go away on its own. Whatever the case, it’s certainly not like in video games or pirate movies, right? There’s no permanent watery vortex waiting to gobble you up. But nobody told that to the Corryvreckan Maelstrom: It’s a massive, eternal whirlpool off the coast of Scotland. The vortex is caused by a dramatic underwater pinnacle that rises to within about 100 feet of the ocean’s surface, and it’s directly adjacent to a large depression. Complex tidal forces and the unique geological formation combine to create an incredibly powerful, perpetually spinning whirlpool of death.
This isn’t like quicksand, which can’t actually suck you down like it does in the movies. The maelstrom behaves just as ominously as its fictional counterparts. For example, a documentary team once equipped a mannequin with a life jacket and a depth gauge, and then tossed it into the Corryvreckan. When it was eventually found, the depth gauge had a maximum reading of over 650 feet. The maelstrom hungrily grabbed that thing like an inert, water-bound Boba Fett and swallowed it straight down. The mannequin was also severely damaged, showing signs that it had either been forcefully dragged along the ocean floor or else partially digested by the sea beast that lives at its center.
Use the hero bow, Link. The hero bow!
In calm weather conditions, a local boatman can take you near the vortex for your viewing pleasure, because hey — you’ve cooked lunch on a boiling lake, summited a limestone spear forest, landed a helicopter in the planet’s gaping maw and jumped the Pleasant Brook of Death — you might as well complete the set. But remember: If a windstorm kicks up while you’re out there, the maelstrom can produce standing waves 15 feet high. And if you capsize anywhere near that thing, everybody in the water is going right down the ocean’s throat.
Everyone turn around and say “human turd!”
Wait, holy shit: The Tsingy forest chews you up, the Boiling Lake cooks you alive and the triangle, Strid and maelstrom all swallow you whole …
We knew it! The Earth is too trying to eat us. Take that, schizophrenia meds!
Budd Erickson is a freelance philosopher and writer, although he does most of his philosophy pro bono.
(source: http://www.cracked.com/article_19705_the-5-most-spectacular-landscapes-earth-that-murder-you.html#ixzz1pXmFbRBM)Mother Nature is an evil bitch that wants us dead. We know this, we accept it, we try to burn one plant a day as petty revenge against her for it and we move on with our lives. But sometimes her traps are so unsubtle, so obviously, blatantly designed to do nothing but murder human ...
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Interviewer: what is your birth date?
Sardar: 13th October
Sardar: Oye ullu ke pathe___ EVERY YEAR
Manager asked sardar at an interview.
Can you spell a word that has more than 100 letters in it?
Sardar replyed: -P-O-S-T-B-O-X.
After returning back from a foreign trip, sardar asked his wife,
Do I look like a foreigner?
Wife: No! Why?
Sardar: In London a lady asked me Are you a foreigner?
One tourist from U.S.A. asked Sardar:
Any great man born in this village???
Sardar: no sir, only small Babies!!!
Lecturer: write a note on Gandhi Jayanthi
So Sardar writes, “Gandhi was a great man, but I don’t know who is Jayanthi.
Interviewer: just imagine you are on the 3rd floor, it caught fire
and how will you escape?
Sardar: its simple. I will stop my imagination!!!
Sardar: My mobile bill how much?
Call centre girl: sir, just dial 123 to know current bill status
Sardar: Stupid, not CURRENT BILL my MOBILE BILL.
Sardar: I think that girl is deaf..
Friend: How do u know?
Sardar: I told I Love her, but she said her chappals are new
Friend: I got a brand new BMW for my wife!
Sardar: Wow!!! That’s an unbelievable exchange offer!!!
Sardar in airplane going 2 Bombay ..
While its landing he shouted: ” Bombay .. Bombay ”
Air hostess said: “B silent.”
Sardar: “Ok.. Ombay. Ombay”
Teacher: “What is common between JESUS, KRISHNA , RAM, GANDHI and BUDHA?”
Sardar: “All are born on government holidays…!!!
Sir: What is difference between Orange and Apple?
Sardar: Color of Orange is orange, but color of Apple is not APPLE
Policeman: How did you kill 50 people in a car crash ?
Santa: I was going in my car then I suddenly lost control.
Policeman: Then what happened ?
Santa: I saw 2 people on the right and a wedding on the left..you tell which would I hit ?
Policeman: The 2 people on the right of course, would cause less damage.
Santa: Exactly what I thought.
I hit the first one but then the other one ran into the wedding so I went after him !
(contributed by: kapil bamba on 14.12.2012)