Today again kausar bhai is going to Chennai, 3 rd time in as many weeks, and every time to help some body in need. On one of the occasions he actually stayed there in a hospital for 18 days, taking care of a patient, who was not related to him (he just happens to be brother of his friend), who had undergone neorosurgery. During this period, he stayed awake the nights, as this was required to take care of him ... He had gone there just to see him for one day, and ended up staying for a full 18 days.
The more I think of the above the more the respect for him grows in me. I could not imagine myself giving so much time of mine, undivided, 100% attention, to somebody who is outside my immediate family - helping with money etc is one thing, and helping with 18 days, 18 precious days of your life is another, and Kausar bhai did just that.
Even today, he is going to attend to another patient, one of his neighbours, who has come to Vellore all the way from Dhanbaad.
Kausar bhai, tusi great ho.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Friday, April 14, 2006
Recently came across this article from guardian,
A tale of two Indias
http://www.guardian.co.uk/india/story/0,,1746948,00.html
Though i dont agree to it fully, as it tries to somehow put the blame of extreme poverty and farmer's suicides to globalization and liberalizaton ... but this is shockingly true that people at the helm of affairs are criminally indifferent to this suffering india ...
After reading it for the first time, i could not be normal for the next two days, and was trying to make 'havai qilas' as to how do we, in our individual capcities, help those farmers ... i mean, look at it, sole breadwinner of a family of 4 commits suicide because he had taken a 31 thousand loan, which he is unable to pay ... shame on us ...
guys / gals, see if something can be done ... may be as little as email campaign or petitiononline ... something ...
Excerpts:
Arundhati Roy could be found in the middle of a troupe of chanting, sari-clad women, who were hoping to draw attention to a terrible blight on the rural landscape: farmers' suicides. Thousands of farmers have taken their own lives, having found themselves with a debt that, in dollar terms, would scarcely buy an iPod, but which is enough to impoverish a family.
Roy likens the country's progress to two convoys of trucks: a small group that is on its way to a "glittering destination near the top of world", and a more massive pack that "melts into the darkness and disappears". "A section of India has seceded from the nation," she says.
"This project of corporate globalisation has created a constituency of very rich people who are very thrilled about it. They do not care about the hawkers being cleared from the streets or the slums that are disappeared overnight." As she sees it, India is not coming together but coming apart because liberalisation has convulsed the country at an unprecedented, unacceptable velocity. In the cities, the hammer and bulldozer are, often, noisily demolishing slum block after slum block, making way for shiny new apartments. Nowhere is this shift more profoundly felt than in the country's villages where, Roy says, "India does not live. It dies".
A tale of two Indias
http://www.guardian.co.uk
Though i dont agree to it fully, as it tries to somehow put the blame of extreme poverty and farmer's suicides to globalization and liberalizaton ... but this is shockingly true that people at the helm of affairs are criminally indifferent to this suffering india ...
After reading it for the first time, i could not be normal for the next two days, and was trying to make 'havai qilas' as to how do we, in our individual capcities, help those farmers ... i mean, look at it, sole breadwinner of a family of 4 commits suicide because he had taken a 31 thousand loan, which he is unable to pay ... shame on us ...
guys / gals, see if something can be done ... may be as little as email campaign or petitiononline ... something ...
Excerpts:
Arundhati Roy could be found in the middle of a troupe of chanting, sari-clad women, who were hoping to draw attention to a terrible blight on the rural landscape: farmers' suicides. Thousands of farmers have taken their own lives, having found themselves with a debt that, in dollar terms, would scarcely buy an iPod, but which is enough to impoverish a family.
Roy likens the country's progress to two convoys of trucks: a small group that is on its way to a "glittering destination near the top of world", and a more massive pack that "melts into the darkness and disappears". "A section of India has seceded from the nation," she says.
"This project of corporate globalisation has created a constituency of very rich people who are very thrilled about it. They do not care about the hawkers being cleared from the streets or the slums that are disappeared overnight." As she sees it, India is not coming together but coming apart because liberalisation has convulsed the country at an unprecedented, unacceptable velocity. In the cities, the hammer and bulldozer are, often, noisily demolishing slum block after slum block, making way for shiny new apartments. Nowhere is this shift more profoundly felt than in the country's villages where, Roy says, "India does not live. It dies".
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