Thursday, December 10, 2009

End of quality journalism


With so many news dailies and news channels available to us, the fourth-estate has entered an era of pure-play commercialism. What is appaling is the fact that this commercialism has come at the cost of quality. Each day I come across so many errors and mistakes, ranging from spellings and grammar to data and facts, in newspapers that I sometimes feel miserable about the entire state of affairs of the press. Having been associated with the fourth-estate at some point in life and the respect I have for the profession, the feeling of foreseeing the end of quality journalism is more dreadful.

These following two articles are excerpted from today's (December 10, 2009) Mumbai edition of The Economic Times (there might be more such discrepancies which I may have overlooked in the limited time I browse through the newspaper).






It's said that the way to get noticed is to do quality work - but somehow, my post brings to notice something exactly opposite.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Right to Revoke




A recent proposal at office has been the reason for much resentment as well as humour for the last couple of days. Realising that employees have started buying cars like hot-cakes and that the current parking space of over a hundered bays would not suffice with the growing demand, it has been proposed to reserve more than half the parking bays for officers above a particular grade. For the lesser mortals, the existing system of first come first park would continue to exist.

The reason for resentment revolves around the fact that why should there be a gradation in a world which is moving towards meritocracy. Why should people who reach the office early be not provided reserved parking spaces to accomodate the cars of people who come late and find it difficult to get a parking bay?


At the same time, the reason for humour revolves around the fact that people have started marveling at what could be the possible extension of this gradation - reservations in elevators and reservations in the gymnasium. Some people have also gone to the extent of imagining reservations in the wash-room and walking passages too. It was fun to see everyone laughing out loud at the rationale given by a colleague for washroom reservations - people at the higher cadre are typically of the elder generation and with age and diabetes they would have tendency to take frequent leaks!

On a serious note, I understand that the crux of the resentment is nothing but the fact that we are not acceptable to situations where the rights / privileges given to us are revoked or withdrawn. Had the same policy been there since the inception of the organisation, how many would have revolted or retaliated? This instant issue is actually an extension of what applies in our personal lives - how uncomfortable and choked we feel if people who give us certain privileges and rights to their lives / decisions / choices / preferences, revoke those privileges and rights all of a sudden and out of the blue? I guess, it is always better and comfortable not to have such privileges sooner than run the risk of being deprived and feel ackward.

It goes without saying that planning since inception of an organisation should be based on the understanding of human psyche, more than anyting else. This, for sure, goes a long way in making a great organisation.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Walk and talk...but don't drive and talk!

From November 1, 2009, Mumbai Traffic Police has banned the usage of cell phones while driving. They have started impounding the Driving License (DL) of errant drivers, who need to produce themselves before the Court and in case the Court is not satisfied with the genuineness of attending the call for emergency reasons, the DL is to be sent to the concerned RTO for making appropriate notings against the DL registration.

Yesterday, I just managed to save myself from this ordeal. To begin with, I must clarify that I make it a point not to make or receive phone calls while driving and ensure that I park the vehicle in case I need to attend a call. Sometimes though, if the call is urgent and it's difficult to park the vehicle to attend the call, I receive the call and utter "I'm driving, call u back in a while!" and hang up. I have also completely ceased to reply to any sms while driving.

But yesterday in the evening, I was stuck in traffic (no movement at all) for over 15 minutes near Safed Pool and my cell phone's ringtone played on - it was an expected and urgent call. Leave apart parking the car, I was not even in a position to move by a centimeter, it was a bumper to bumper situation. As it was destined, I received the call and even before I uttered anything, the car ahead of mine moved a bit and I saw 2 traffic sergeants staring at me. I uttered "calling you back" in the phone while one of the sergeants was waving his hand asking me to get the car aside. I realised, I was in trouble and chanted my mantra - "when in trouble, keep cool!". The sergeant guided me to a path 100 metres ahead where I parked the car and got down. Here follows the conversation:

Me: Yes, sir. How can I help you?

Sergeant (S): DL please.

Me: Sir, there was so much traffic that I did not have any place to park to attend the call. And you had seen that I hung up after saying "calling you back".

S: Receiving the call is an offence. DL please.

Me: Sir, I understand that. (handed over my business card) But you would appreciate that I am also a public servant and I expect your co-operation.

S (glanced at both sides of my b-card, one printed in Hindi and the other in English and his tone mellowed down): Sir, you'll have to deposit the DL, it's my duty.

"He has mellowed down and is addressing me as 'Sir' now; I guess, he can be managed and I need to act authoritatively now" I said to myself and handed over the DL.

S: Oh, West Bengal license. It'll have to go to that RTO for checking your records.

Me: I do not want to submit my DL. Please tell me what can I do for you and what you can do for me.

S: (started scribbling something on his challan pad) Sir, I have to meet my targets and I cannot do anything.

Me: I do not get time on weekdays so I do not want to submit my DL. I would prefer paying you the fine in cash now.

S (stopped scribbling and took out a a bundle of DLs from his pocket and started counting them): Sir, these are just 12. I have to make at least 20 cases to meet my target for the day.

Me: It's a weekend and it's just 4 pm now. By 8, you would easily find 8 more victims. You need to help me out.

S: Sir, all I can do is change the case and make it a 'no parking case' and you can collect your DL directly from Powai Police Station on Monday. I guess, you stay in Raheja or Nahar.

Me (wOw, this guy is smart - knows my current address despite the DL bearing my Kolkata address): Raheja Vihar. But I do not get time on weekdays and I do not want to get into that hassle. And if I have to send anyone from my office in BKC, you know how things in a sarkari office are. Can we settle it in cash now itself? I'm in a hurry, please.

S: Let's sit in the car. 

We sat in the car; I put on the ignition, turned on the air-conditioner and handed him the bottle of water which I invariably always carry. He sipped around 200 ml, placed the bottle back and asked me to drive towards the way to Kaju Pada road; Thereafter, I was asked to park at a place where there wasn't much crowd.

S: Sir, the fine for using cell phone is very high.

I took out a Rs. 100 note and handed it to him (wish I had currency of half it's denomination).

S: Sirr....(I interrupted!)

Me: I know the fine is Rs. 100 only and this is okay. And if I can be of any help to you in future, you can call me on the numbers mentioned on my card. Btw, I forgot to ask you your name.

S (handing over my DL to me): Vivek Sir, I'm Jadhav and I'm at Powai Police Station when not on field duty! We'll see each other again.

Me (wondered, "he would've been some Yadav but has changed it to Jadhav just to escape the vandalism of a certain regional political party :p"): Thank you, but I do not really wish to see you for this same reason again.

He...he...he....both of us giggled and he got out of the car. I drove ahead!



Okay, I know what I did was not the appropriate thing to do - I actually bribed Mr. Jadhav. But then, the rationale behind the same is that in a busy city life, why do I need to go from post to pillar to pay the same amount which I can actually settle upfront at the spot? Why doesn't the Government come out with a system for spot fine payments instead and increase the fine amount considerably to curb offences? Perhaps, the only reason I can figure out is - "How else would such Mr. Jadhavs and his colleagues make a killing, then?"

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Jinke apne ghar sheeshay ke hon....


Had captured this shot on my way to town last Saturday. After yesterday's hooliganism of Shiv Sena's men at IBN Lokmat offices, it is apt to say "Mr. Thackeray,  jinke apne ghar sheeshay ke hon, woh dusron par pathar nahi phenka karte!"


जिनके अपने घर शीशे के हों, वोह दूसरों पर पत्थर नहीं फेंका करते|

Fly, fly...

A beautiful shot, captured last weekend (currently serves as my desktop wallpaper). The pic reminds me of Celine Dion's Fly, Fly....


Fly, fly little wing
Fly beyond imagining
The softest cloud, the whitest dove
Upon the wind of heaven's love
Past the planets and the stars
Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain
And fly again.......

The Parrots

A few shots of my new-found buddies who are a good sight to watch from my room's window. 

here I am...



this is me...


there's no where else on earth I'd rather be...


here we are - still goin' strong...


right here in the place where we belong...


here I am - next to you...and suddenly the world is all brand new!

Sunday, November 08, 2009

I'm sorry!


"I'm sorry", including all it's variants ("...really sorry", "...extremely sorry", "...sooo sorry", or simply "sorie"), is the most astounding statement in English language. Yes, more astounding than even "I love you" because how often people are even sorry for loving someone.

Most often the statement -"I'm sorry"- is perceived as a magic mantra, by chanting which, all what one intends to undo is undone for ever. To my techie mind, that sounds like the closest real-life replica of the 'ctrl+z' function - commit a mistake / error / blunder and just undo it - wOw! Wish life were as simple and easy as that, but it's not, unfortunately.

The only merit I find in the statement is that it makes one feel that someone is concerned about you and has hence bothered to make that statement, at all, and a sorry serves it's purpose only if the mistake is unintentional. But does it surmount the misery, pain, hurt, loss, distress, anguish, trauma, suffering, whatever, caused? Is it the panacea which cures all ills?

Moreover, is it so easy to forgive people just by hearing them chant that mantra? And even if we do, can we forget the instances for which they were sorry? Extremely difficult, if not impossible, for 'mango people' like us to do either. That's why they say - you feel like God when you forgive someone. But how often can we play God? - not always, not too often, not everyday, not until eternity!

More importantly, do people even think and realise their mistake before they make that statement? And if at all they do, what course of action do they take not commit the same one, if not any, again? All that most do is - gear up to be sorry yet again!


To conclude, I'm reminded of the dialogue from the movie 'Sex and the City' - Steve is all about the "I'm sorry". "I'm sorry" e-mails, "I'm sorry" voice mails, "I'm sorry" flowers, "I'm sorry" cards. How about, don't do anything to be "I'm sorry" for?