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Month: August 2018

ANECDOTE 2: TO THE POST OFFICE.

It was the month of July and as is the case every year, there are submissions to be made to government offices. While India is trying hard to make everything online and smoothen the process it is indeed an uphill task.
There is a great hurry to make everything on-line, and like in most matters government, there is a lack of perfection in planning and execution. Add to this the teething problems of an unfamiliar system operated by employees who are unfamiliar with the computer operations along with the general attitude of carelessness and unwillingness to be an active and interested worker, there are bound to be glitches. Thus, the constant postponement of deadlines provides some solace to the citizens.
Be that as it may, the general mode was to upload the information which would then generate an OTP number, which for reasons of security is not to be disclosed to anyone.   This meant that the whole submission should not take more than 15 minutes at the most. But things never work as smooth as one wishes, and this is when the struggle begins.

MARKET OF DREAMS

Since the market came into existence through the barter system when goods were exchanged for goods right up to the present age, where money is used as the medium of exchange, the market has undergone a sea change. Right from the simple village weekly markets there is now a whole structure in existence and it is a well-connected network, where buying and selling  of different commodities and products take place . Not only that , there are different kinds of markets like the commodities market and the gold market and the share market and then there is the wholesale market and the retail market and further the real estate market and money market and the capital  market and so on and so forth.
Well mostly people know about this and this is not what I am talking about here, this is not an economic essay on different types of markets’ etc. Its more about people and their manipulation and how commerce has taken a different turn altogether.

A KNOCK ON THE DOOR – 6

I relaxed on seeing this smiling typical housewife and shaking away any misgivings I greeted her in my usual exuberant fashion, at the same time wondering what was next on the agenda. Obviously, this was an enquiry and I turned my attention to her and said, “Hello Ma’am, what brings you here today?”. She turned her attention from the flowers and acknowledged my presence and immediately launched into a series of questions. However  I could feel that something was different, but I continued answering her queries about music lessons for her child who was in middle school….but something was missing, I couldn’t quite place it…..it all seemed a little out of place. My sixth sense had alerted me to another vibe and my senses had sharpened to their presence. Still I continued answering her queries and satisfied her curiosity as best as I could.

Suddenly it struck me that she had not asked me any personal questions about my background ,or about the teachers teaching music…this sent me wondering on a different track and I now was waiting for a shift to happen…

TUG OF WAR

Over the years there has definitely been a deterioration in terms of general behavior, attitude and in actions and reactions and general perceptions in what is right or wrong. I have noticed that this change has gathered momentum and things are going from bad to worse at and increasing rate especially in India.
It’s a sad phase in the history in the making, and there seems little that can be done about it. Take the case of a simple matter of following rules. There is tremendous resistance to the same. The Traffic rules seem to make a very good example. Despite the constant reminding thru media and the various authorities and the presence of the police there is absolutely no change.