The govt. "sells" water @ 15 paise per litre to Water-Bottling companies. These companies sell a 25 litre water can in the market @ Rs 50. That is Rs 2 per litre. Which means these companies get Rs1.85 per litre in this whole cycle. Approximating all the operating costs to 85 paise per litre, the companies get a net profit of 1 rupee per litre. See what it all boils down to ?
. . and remember to throw in the fact that we, the citizens have forgotten that access to safe drinking water is one of our basic rights garunteed by the constitution.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
My Soul
Disclaimer: Dont ask me if its true
| What Your Soul Really Looks Like |
You are a warm hearted and open minded person. It's easy for you to forgive and forget. You are not a very grounded person. You prefer dreams to reality. For you, it's all about possibilities. You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you. Your near future is in a very different place (both physically and mentally) from where you are right now. For you, falling in love is all about flirting and feeling playful. You couldn't fall in love with someone who took life too seriously. |
Why all the fuzz !
Yes, we are technically (and hopefully) out of the world cup.
So ?
The only thing to feel bad about this world cup is Bob Woolmer's death. Period.
So ?
The only thing to feel bad about this world cup is Bob Woolmer's death. Period.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
The importance of Nothing
No money
No ambition
No love
No dreams
No worries [:)]
So, what for am i living [:-?]
No ambition
No love
No dreams
No worries [:)]
So, what for am i living [:-?]
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Lol
The only place where an unwed man and woman can legally sleep above one another - railway compartment
[:D]
to self - Note the sense of humour has gone to abysmally low levels. but then again, after a night of starting late and rushing to catch a train, running out of petrol, getting hit by a car from behind and finally making it in big enough a margin of time to buy a bottle of water, that's not a bad way to call it a day. Icing on the cake - did not lose my temper throughout. Coool
[:D]
to self - Note the sense of humour has gone to abysmally low levels. but then again, after a night of starting late and rushing to catch a train, running out of petrol, getting hit by a car from behind and finally making it in big enough a margin of time to buy a bottle of water, that's not a bad way to call it a day. Icing on the cake - did not lose my temper throughout. Coool
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Good Morning
Ameerpet Centre, weekday 9 a.m
You definetely think "Shit" before you nose dive into the madness confronting you. There is one constable trying to control some 1000 people around him. You might feel the feeble voice of your conscience telling you to obey him. But then that is immediately lost in the cacophony of the horns blaring behind you.
I turn back and ask " Cant you see that it is the red light that is on". He says "Lite". I feel like getting down, going over and giving one tight slap. But then not wanting to add to the commotion, i simply move. He wriggles through and happily crosses the road much to the chagrin of those around. His success spawns another string of 2 wheelers to trail him. Now, the 4 wheelers start blaring their horns. I decide to go too before all hell breaks loose.
Cool, finished stage 1 a.k.a crossing the road.
Before i enjoy the taste of victory, the road is occupied by innumerous autos that block the road beside, infront and behind the lone bus out of which people keep dropping at bus stops. I push the bike through as there is no scope to shift gear. After waddling for what seems like 10 minutes, i finally emerge out of the chaos.
But the joy is short-lived. Somewhere between the second and third gear, i am forced to brake as neither of the bike,bus coming opposite look like they have the intention of doing so. Cursing again as they pass, i shift gear and go.
Then comes the stretch between the stadium and Krishna nagar. I breathe deep and plunge again. After overcoming the pedestrians who cross like the road like bolts of lightning, the goods autos with open pipes protruding a kilometre behind them, the vegetable carts with people bargaining right upto the centre of the road, the stuck bus which is intent on exhausting right into the helmets of unsuspecting riders, and the rest of the millions of other vehicles, i get to a point where the traffic thins.
Whew, from here its 10 minutes till i reach Wipro. With all educated morons trying to reach office on time oblivious to the existance of traffice rules, there is a traffic jam. After 3 traffic signal changes, dozens of efforts and 15 minutes later, i am able to get past Cyber Towers. In 5 minutes i am at office.
I have cursed 10 times , learnt a new way of manouvering the bike to scare the oncoming traffic into letting me pass, have sweat like a pig in the helmet, wrinkled my shirt and have dirt marks on my trousers.
Have a pleasant day at office.
You definetely think "Shit" before you nose dive into the madness confronting you. There is one constable trying to control some 1000 people around him. You might feel the feeble voice of your conscience telling you to obey him. But then that is immediately lost in the cacophony of the horns blaring behind you.
I turn back and ask " Cant you see that it is the red light that is on". He says "Lite". I feel like getting down, going over and giving one tight slap. But then not wanting to add to the commotion, i simply move. He wriggles through and happily crosses the road much to the chagrin of those around. His success spawns another string of 2 wheelers to trail him. Now, the 4 wheelers start blaring their horns. I decide to go too before all hell breaks loose.
Cool, finished stage 1 a.k.a crossing the road.
Before i enjoy the taste of victory, the road is occupied by innumerous autos that block the road beside, infront and behind the lone bus out of which people keep dropping at bus stops. I push the bike through as there is no scope to shift gear. After waddling for what seems like 10 minutes, i finally emerge out of the chaos.
But the joy is short-lived. Somewhere between the second and third gear, i am forced to brake as neither of the bike,bus coming opposite look like they have the intention of doing so. Cursing again as they pass, i shift gear and go.
Then comes the stretch between the stadium and Krishna nagar. I breathe deep and plunge again. After overcoming the pedestrians who cross like the road like bolts of lightning, the goods autos with open pipes protruding a kilometre behind them, the vegetable carts with people bargaining right upto the centre of the road, the stuck bus which is intent on exhausting right into the helmets of unsuspecting riders, and the rest of the millions of other vehicles, i get to a point where the traffic thins.
Whew, from here its 10 minutes till i reach Wipro. With all educated morons trying to reach office on time oblivious to the existance of traffice rules, there is a traffic jam. After 3 traffic signal changes, dozens of efforts and 15 minutes later, i am able to get past Cyber Towers. In 5 minutes i am at office.
I have cursed 10 times , learnt a new way of manouvering the bike to scare the oncoming traffic into letting me pass, have sweat like a pig in the helmet, wrinkled my shirt and have dirt marks on my trousers.
Have a pleasant day at office.
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