Our Life...

shift..

“ If I don’t get this done in 2 hours, you will face dire consequences”

He was screaming to RK, sitting near me.

“There is no need to get angry, I have been working hard, sitting night outs and never taking leaves. Its been 7 months since I last went to see my parents. I have done all that you have asked me to, and still you shout at me…”

RK sounded as though he was about to cry.

Just what is happening to the corporate world?
Ever since I ve started working, I ve seen people handling responsible positions behaving with no dignity and self-respect. Shouting, insulting and always taking credit for the work once it gets done. I work in the Software industry, where people get one of the best salaries in the country and work in the best environs- Air-conditioned offices, services on demand and many, many perks depending upon your post and the bargaining you did while coming in.

Still I see that most of the faces around me are disgruntled, something missing from their faces; maybe it was the cheer they had on their faces as kids. There are the few exceptional cases too, but even freshers who walked in with energy and excitement a few months back seem to have slipped into some kind of sorrow,the reason for which no one knows.
Stupid ego clashes and silly statements makes it even more stupid.And the subject in tea time conversations always revolve around the offers some one else got or another guy’s onsite opportunity and the politics behind.

Is it the long ,in disciplined working hours or the obscene salaries that’s taking away their dignity?To treat their subordinate as slaves and behave like stupid zamindars from an old era?Hey after all this is not rocket science… we all work because our ultimate boss at the top can make money and pay us ,to make a proper living .Of course the ambitious can strive more,but should they tramble over those below them?

I am reminded of a forward that I got …

"Those who sit on top can see only smiling faces when look down..
And those who sit at the bottom will see only assholes when they look up…"

People..

This happened a few months before. I was traveling along with my friends in a city bus. Our destination was E Square where the Pune International Film Festival was going on. We had booked through the Net and still had some registration formalities left. The shows started at 9:00 in the morning and we did not want to miss anything. We had started sufficiently early and were lucky enough to get a bus that started from our Point, with lots of seats. The journey was like any other Indian bus journey. The bus rattled on making noises as though it was coughing. Maybe it was complaining, for having being put to ride in that cold winter morning.

Soon the bus got crowded. The seats we were sitting on got fortified by commuters. And guarded by alert eyes whose owners were impatiently waiting for us to get down. The journey continued. Many boarded and many got down. One of the replacements that came for a disembarked block of my seat’s fortification was an old man. However he differed a lot.He was frail and possessed a quite dignity in his face.His eyes did not pry for our seats.He had a file in his hands and was wearing an old pair of pants and a sweater over his shirt.He wore spectacles that gave a glow to his eyes,eyes that had seen a lifetime Where is he going? What does the file contain?Is he fighting some old case? A million questions flew through my mind. . He stood there. Anchoring himself to the seat bars and swaying with every sway of the bus.


I got up and offered him my seat. But he surprised me and perhaps all those around us by declining the offer.

“Young man, you sit, you have a long way to go in life”

Was he making fun of me?

“We have to learn to face difficult situations, we should not take the youth for granted, being old doesn’t mean that you should always invite sympathy and help. I am old, but I am strong too, I have enough strength in me to me to hold myself up and perhaps more.” He spoke in perfect English.


I sat on my seat. Uncomfortable though.
Later when another passenger got down the old man took his seat. He still had the same dignity and peace in his eyes.
My stop came and I had to get down, I looked at him, hoping that he ill return it. But he was looking far outside…

We see all kinds of people in life.
We are a country that refuses to stand on queues, that’s rushes into buses and trains, people who don’t mind not taking railway and platform tickets, people who spit on the roads and treats public space as trash bin, Men who unapologetically sit on ladies seat and kids who don’t wait for the old.

And then there are people like him.

The Myth…

Review

Genre: Action/Adventure
Starring: Jackie Chan, Tony Leung Ka-fai, Kim Hee Seon, Choi Min Soo, Mallika Sherawat
Director: Stanley Tong

I have been an avid Jackie Chan fan from my childhood days….his stunts, antics and even his flawed English had enough charm to win my heart…Right from Canon ball to Shanghai Noon, Jackie Chan has been entertaining audiences all around the world for more than three decades….

And it was with a mind full of anticipation and heart full of excitement that I went to watch his latest flick, THE MYTH directed by Stanley Tong(remember Police story and Rumble in the Bronx??).

Jackie Chan plays Jack, an archeologist who while trying to help his scientist friend, stumbles upon a sword which links him to his past, the past which has been visiting him through recurring dreams about a beautiful princess played by Kim Hee Seon, who to be frank, looks extremely beautiful in the movie.

Looks like a promising plot?

Well that’s all it has. The film lacks continuity and the screenplay is weak. The story lacks strength and the audience leaves the theatre thinking what happened to Jackie Chan.
All of Chan’s trademark items are either missing or poorly presented in the movie…It seems Stanley Tong couldn’t decide himself whether to make it an action, romantic or a humor flick…there are a few comic scenes, which does n ’t gel with the introspective character played Chan. The Romance between Chan & Kim is one thing that has been beautifully portrayed and it stands out in the whole movie.

Mallika Sherawat plays a ridiculously dressed Indian dancer who helps Chan in his India adventure where he finds his sword. She plays the daughter of a ‘Yoga and Martial arts Master’ and wears designer sarees,sleeveless blouses and has once again proved that she has no connection to acting other than baring her skin in front of the camera.

All other actors have put up decent jobs and Chan has done full justice to his role .The Film was well marketed and was premiered at many Film festivals around the world. Mallika Sherawat was seen at Cannes grabbing more attention than Aiswariya Rai.Jackie Chan himself set out promote the movie

But I guess all this doesn’t make THE MYTH a myth to be retold….

death...!

Whoops…..!

I almost died…the blogger’s death…
I took a break from everything for three weeks ...and what do i find on coming back....
The world has changed beyond recognition....new posts,new bloggers...new links.... the world does move fast...

It was my sister's marriage and i had been to Kerala for two weeks...it was a welcome break from work..
But all along I had this thought bugging me...
When when when...when shall i post next...?
Blogging has become so important in life that everything else can wait...and in the past few days i realized how something which i started as a mere timepass a few months ago has become something about which Im deeply passionate and perhaps obsessed..

As a kid i used to have 'one day ' hobbies...like i will start collecting bus tickets one fine morning and if someone asks me ."Kutta..what are your hobbies....?"
Ill quip .."Aunty,I wanted to be the greatest Ticket collector in the world,I already have three..." and by the time i woke up the next day ill be collecting coconut husks...

Sometimes its lasted for a week... or a few months...
It was almost the same with almost everything....start...brag end...

But with time my hobbies changed along with me..They started growing with me...
numismatics...philately...antique collection...music...books...guns..
I still remember the day i bought my Gun home and wreaked havoc..
(Well that was what i brought with my first salary.. a gun...!! My mother behaved as though the world was coming to an end while my
father was proud of his son...)

I started blogging in October 2005...It would be better if i say "We started ..." It was along with my friend that i first started the experiments...

While I have been sort of a reluctant blogger she has become a very popular blogger with a large number of readers....
At first I thought.."Why the heck do people blog??"
The passion grew day by day...thoughts splashed on webpages...so many minds put open before the world...dreams..woes..fun and happiness..!!
Now whenever i see someone with a tensed face and cynical attitude..I think.."He 's got so much inside..should open up somewhere...maybe he should blog..."
Blogging seems to have remedial powers...perhaps an addictive effect too...

Now i ask ..."Why the heck dont people blog?"

Tagged again...!!

I've been tagged by My Ramblings.. and the rules are...

1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. Need to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.


Target: Female

mmmh lemme see...

The eight points -

1. should be a very very good cook...everything else can be compromised
2. should be financially independent and emotionally strong...
3. should enjoy watching news in television
4. should be able to discuss politics endlessly...
5. should be my PR & HR
6. should be able to appreciate the beauty of even a tiny speck of dust on a cricket bat
7. should love my singing and take responsibility for the consequences it brings on...
8. should love me,care for me and occasionally fight and defeat me....


i think this will do...
and here goes the name of the tagged..

anoop,
Mriga,
Chintz,
Rajesh,
Prad,
aethyr,
Accidental Fame Junkie
and
Still figurin out...

c ya...

SMS to God

Dear XXX Customer…

Its time to pray..!! XXX Makes it easy.. Now you can sent your prayer to Siddhi Vinayak temple.
Type BLESS “Oh GOD bless me.(Your message here.!) to 6868
Offer only from XXX cellular….!!

RS 3 per Prayer

This was the message to which I woke up today morning to with the Beep of my mobile ….
And it was enough to shake the sleep of me..
I mean ..what has the world come to yaar..

Its just difficult to imagine God with a cell phone…along with his trishulam,Sudarshana chakra and other paraphernalia…

Message your Girl friend, the police, the movie hall,the restaurant ,the government and now the GOD himself…Am I dreamin or something.. if this is the way maybe it wont be late when I get the message..

“ Dear Subcriber, You have been punished by God for Failing to sent the three devotional ringtones to 100 mobileless people that you promised to offer last Onam…As the punishment talktime worth Rs 100 will be reduced from your account and your phone will be put on international roaming with premium rates for three days.”

And maybe you ‘ill also start getting SMS prasadams…and blessings as acknowledgement…Obviosly you ‘ill have to pay more for personalized blessings…and the mobileless will be the sinners…

Wonder what ill happen in case of a network failure…or on the festival days when the lines will be busy with Prayers…

Start your mornings with a prayer- Moral Science Lesson no: 3 ,Third standarad.
That was 15 years ago…

I wonder if the syllabi has changed with technology… Send an SMS to God daily…if you are busy atleast put a miscall….

Am I dialing the wrong number or something…..?

Twist..

Thomas Friedman in the New York Times....

"When we were young kids growing up in America, we were told to eat ourvegetables at dinner and not to leave them. Mothers said, 'think of thestarving children in India and finish the dinner.'And now I tell my children: 'Finish your maths homework. Think of the children in India who would make you starve, if you don't. "

What do yo think?

Samadhan

“Samadhan Dattatreya Naiyik Nagre, Bahuth Lamaba naam he…” the boy quipped..

I was on my way to office and Samadhan was my pillion rider.He has asked me for a lift to the nearby junction.

We talked a lot.

I quizzed him on his school,studies and many other things lest the journey be boring….
The boy was short for his age..he said he was studying in tenth standarad.His school was near my office and and lived three kilometers away.The boy was affectionate,like a respectfull younger brother full of energy.


‘Achaa.. Samadhan,what does your father do?’

‘Don’t know,he left us and married another woman’

The reply was taut,like a candidate giving an answer for an interview.It showed absolutely no emotions.

I was taken aback.
Was the kid too ignorant to realize what had happened to his family or was he used to the question; I could n’t figure.

The journey almost fell into a silence when suddenly he asked me.”what do you do?”

‘Im an Engineer,’

'Are you a computer engineer?'

'Yes im one..'

'I too want to be one…I know it is hard.
My mother works in fields and sometimes she goes as maid servant.
She is ill but still she works,I want to end that, I will study hard and be an engineer,if possible ill be a computer engineer..'

Samadhan said as he got down from his bike…

I saw his face..there was determination and hope ,ruggedness and passion…
Images of my own not so modest childhood flashed in my mind, though my family had its share of liabilities ,my parents always strived hard to get us good education and most of all…… I had a family,a family which cared for me..and loved me..which I always took for granted.

I was ashamed.I was always like all middle class boys were..nothing was enough for me..as there were people with more always around ….but I never felt lucky to have had all that I had had in my life…

Samadhan was looking at me

I hid my face behind my helmet and shook hands with Samadhan and wished him all the best..

"You are the first computer engineer who is giving me a shake hand .One day ill be like you. ...."

he said, holding my hand with all the grace he could..

The boy left excited .
I rode on…ashamed..

Ya thats right...!!

"Some Democrats say the estimated $60 billion dollar cost of a war with Iraq could be better spent at home. When he heard that, President Bush agreed and announced plans to bomb Ohio."


Jay_Leno

The Buffalo Theory

"A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And
when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that
are killed first This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole,
because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving
by the regular killing of the weakest members.

In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells.

But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and
more efficient machine. That's why you always feel smarter after a few
beers."

moral of the story: keep drinking! cheers!

PS: but don't drink and drive - you might spill your beer

courtesy: THE NET

Buuzkrisss…!!!

Buuzkrisss…!!!

I hear this sound 2-3 times…..Daily.
First I though I was ‘hearing ‘ it…then I started realizing that I was actually hearing it.
When I touch an iron chair, a digital camera, a metal tap, the keys of my bike or a spoon.

My friends laughed at me….but that lasted only till the first one got a shock from me and I got the nick name ‘conductor’.

I was shocked,not just by static discharge through my body,but by the fact that such things could happen.
I was getting shocks, electric shocks from anything real to everything stupid.

I have read in newspapers and magazines about ‘human conductors’ who freely conduct electricity, people who can light bulbs and blow fuses,people who get a lightening to get refreshed,recharged..…living batteries.The frequency of my shocks of have been increasing since the past one month and I was sort of confused regarding my ‘Current Status” when I found the The WEIRD SCIENCE database of ELECTRIC PEOPLE

“ARE YOU AN "ELECTRIC HUMAN" IN THE SEATTLE AREA? As a Seattle resident, do you get doorknob sparks even in the summer? Zap your loved ones? Kill all computers, wristwatches and light-dimmers? If so, would you be interested in playing with different ways to stop your static charges problem? I have some ideas for cures, but no victims on which to experiment! If you live in Seattle (or Tacoma, Bellingham, etc.), contact me …”

Though Im not from Seattle, I decided to splurge in and found out that im not the only one the problem.
Thousands all over the world are victims to the strange disease of Electrical Hypersensitivity Syndrome or EHS.

More research found out that having this strange disease is quite normal and the incidence of this will increase in the coming days…means more people are going to have it…

Known variously as electromagnetic hypersensitivity, electrical sensitivity, electrosensitivity, and a host of other terms, electromagnetic sensitivity syndrome (ES) is a physiological disorder characterized by symptoms directly brought on by exposure to electromagnetic fields. ES is a serious public health concern and the incidence of ES is growing.

The common cure include:

· Changing your shoe soles to another type (try leather)
· Raising the humidity in the room
· Spraying carpets, floors, and chairs with an antistatic coating
· Installing a balanced-polarity ionizer fan
· Wearing metal-coated shoe soles (try alum. foil, but it's slippery)
· Wearing a grounded wire connected to a wrist strap

As with the car keys, the problem can also be prevented by discharging your excess body-charge in some way that doesn't cause pain. This can be done by:

· Grabbing the metal car door as you climb out of the car.
· Holding your car keys, a coin, or a metal pen, touch it to grounded metal objects.
· Knocking your knuckles against doorknobs (fewer nerve endings, less pain.)
· Wearing a metal thimble, touch it to grounded objects.
· Installing conductive carpeting, then wearing an ankle-strap w/shoe plate.

Spin Space provides more details on this.

Its really strange..isn’t it.All weird things happening in the world…

Hilarious...

You guys must have already seen it...
but i just couldn't resist the tempatation to post it....

read on...


One night a guy dropped his girlfriend at her home.

As they were about to wish each other goodnight at the front door, the guy started feeling a little in the mood. With an air of confidence, he leaned with his hand against the wall and smiling, he said to her "Honey, would you give me a kiss?"

Horrified, she replied, "Are you mad? My parents will see us!"
"Oh come on! Who's gonna see us at this hour?" He asked grinning at her.
"No, please. Can you imagine if we get caught?"
"Oh come on!
There's nobody around, they're all sleeping!".
"No way, it's just too risky!"

"Oh please, please, I love you so much?!?".
"No, no, and no. I love you too, but I just can't!".
"Oh yes you can. Please?"
"No, no. I just can't" "I'm begging you ... "

Out of the blue, the light on the stairs went on, and the girl's elder sister showed up in her pajamas, hair dishevelled, and in a sleepy voice she said,"Dad says to go ahead and give him a kiss, or I can do it. Or if need be, mom says she can come down herself and do it, but for God's sake and all of ours....

TELL HIM TO TAKE HIS HAND OFF THE DOOR BELL!!"

Not alone...

Post haah…I found that im not alone in the world of laziness..
Mriga..arzoo..and lot others commented and also personally confessed their lazy selves to me…Astounded ,I decided to do a google on this and found out this….

Which sayz

‘This is a ring for the lazy, the idle, the slothful, those who waste time, those who procrastinate, those who slack off, those who would rather be napping, those who take the elevator, and those who prefer their meals to be "instant". Instead of criticizing these lazy traits, this ring celebrates them in all their slothful glory.’

Its pretty well organized considering the fact that they got a complete members list and detailed application form for becoming the ‘sloth of the month”

I also found a couple of firms with ‘Lazy “ prefixed to their names and a lot of book and musik stores….Must have got inspired from the Albert Einestein quote saying “ Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking"

And then I hit upon this guy’s publicity for his book which he says will

‘teach you how to use your laziness constructively to find smart solutions as opposed to working long and hard.’

Fred Gratzon not only conceived and wrote down the above stuff but is also an avid practioner of the “ Lazy way to Success”.the site also sports some press endorsements and testimonials.Must have worked real hard for this..

While surfin I also found:

1.lazy blogs
2.life histories of lazy people
3.lists of famous lazy people(hope to get in it some day..)
4.scientific articles exploring laziness..

and whole host of other ‘lazy ‘ stuff…

and not to forget the lazy quotes page where I found

Progress is made by lazy men looking for easier ways to do things"

Say whatever…mankind is really the most evolved thing in the universe…

haaaah..

I’m suffering from bloggers block….
And it feels real bad when you feel like writing and you can’t..

But its not a creative dilemma that im suffering from…just lazy…

Pure unadulterated laziness..

For the past one week I was on leave from the world…closed in the confines of my room
Battling out the syllabi for an exam..

I wanted the exam to get over very badly…I prayed. I made plans..i though of topics to write on…
Things to do…movies to watch....places to go…

And now....i just can do anything…I have clothes to wash, turn to clean the room, deadlines at office..
I haven’t shaved, pressed my clothes or polished my shoes in the past two weeks…

I feel like im dropping into total chaos..

Flipside…

I like waking up late on the cold December mornings..
Taking a puff and sip coffe and read the paper..
Browse and read at the office…
Eat heavy and sleep early..

And life ‘s easy when you can.. .

Borrow your friend’s neatly ironed shirts..
Outsource your work to some new joinee who has sky-high career aspirations….
Get anything on home delivery..

Fido dido save me…

YO........!!

Yesterday was another great day at myproject ,mycompany when i came to realize and comprehend the full meaning of ' hard work pays'...As most of you might be knowing(in case u did not know...u know now..),we at myclient had a party at Le Meridian yesterday...We were invited through repeated mails,announcements,numerous instant messages's and the client team when they came to meet is..I was very happy at the prospect of one more oppurtunity of 'boozing...eating...n njoyin...'Of course...at some one else's expense..And Jackson's(no..not MIKE...but my colleague) performance was there too...so it became a much anticipated evening......when ..'ip-instant message' struck...when barely 30 mins was left for the buses to leave for the party...we got a multicast...

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Message for Very new joinees: Regarding Party in the evening,:

Myclient is inviting employees, according to the Myclient-Employee list.

Earlier message from '##### " and me were due to communication gap.

So who ever joined on or after 01-Aug-2005 will not come for the party as you joined recently and your names are not in the Myclient-Employee list.

Sorry for the inconvenience

Regards,your loving team lead

#####

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everything was gone...I had joined exactly on August 1st..but we are software engineers...we never give up...and if its for free booze......Enquires into the Devolpment team revealed that they had no such problem......Mails and ips shot from my Work Station...putting forward the case of 'unfortunate AUG 1 joinees...."arguments...requests....discussions...and at the end when only a few mins were left forthe buses to leave...another message

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message from:Team LeadREAD AUG 1 AS AUG 28

INCONVENIENCE REGRETTED

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the battle was won...but the war with bottles was still left....and after a " plunkada binkada" ride through Pune's horrible roads we reached 'LE MERIDIAN

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notice:

todays special--theme -Moroccan evening with belly dance...

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wow...!!!

but the next notice was just near.

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MyCompany DINNER AT 1ST FLOOR MAJESTIC

-turn Right and take stairs

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DEJECTED ...we sat through the meeting..but we managed to grab seats near the parlour itself.......but to be let down.....only beer was served....total dejection...low morale.....why does this world exist after all....??thoughts of various contours tunneled through my mind....why ?...why?...why?the mails,the ips's...arguments..requsets...all in vain....after all those hours of sleeping on my workstation...reading newspapers..checkin mails and.roaming around...the evening i waited for was just a formal party to congratulate people whom i did not even know...save a few exceptionally popular people like " NAIR SANTHANU SASIDHARAN'....(i know him..because he is my room mate..)names were being announced....applause...hurrahs...thronging the air...beer engil beer ....i reconciled to my fate...when suddenly..." KANNAN UDAYARAJAN'.

--------applause-------

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YES!!!!i was also a winner...a person who did it...winner of EXCELLENCE AWARD...a person who 'EMPOWERED MY DOMAIN..............it was ecstastic...motivation given on paper to all...
All those hours of sleeping, mailing...pondering....it was not in vain...I coudn't believe that sleeping over tons of documentation can eventually transform the lives ofmillion people across the world.I had empowered healthcare....The night seemed so bright...the moroccan dance too petty to bother my great thoughts about healthcare..beer gushed through my veins.....life afterall was not so bad...Later i came to know that Arun ,Bijiyos,jackson..minu..santhanu..shikha ..and a 100 others had all empowered healthcare alongwith me..in the alphabetical order ofcourse...

WHY US DESIS CAN'T BE TERRORISTS....

I got this on the net.....

1. We are always late, we would have missed all 4 flights.

2. Pretty girls on the plane would distract us.

3. We would talk loudly and bring attention to ourselves.

4. With food and drinks on the plane, we would forget why we're there.

5. We talk with our hands, therefore we would have to put our weapons down.

6. We would ALL want to fly the plane.

7. We would argue and start a fight in the plane.

8. We can't keep a secret, we would have told everyone a week before doingit.

9. We would have put our country's flag on the windshield.and last but not least...

10. We would have all lined up to get our photograph taken by one of thehostages.


though the humour is obvious...does n't it paint a picture of low self esteem and inferoirity complex?
Is that picture right?

Free...!!

What Does BARC (Bhaba Atomic Research Centre) do when it needs to sell radiation chambers?

Advertise?
Peddle on the street?
Door to door selling?
Give it free with toothpaste?

All this would have been better.

But no. They found another way.

“Buy 1 kg meat and get 100 grams FREE!! “

This “not so important news” happened in Kerala, God’s own country and the land of 100 % literacy.
120 kilos were given out and 120 families got free 100 gram meat. About a week later these 120 families were traced back and asked to fill questionnaires regarding what they felt about the free 100 grams…the pricing, quality,taste…

Curious journos found it strange and conducted a mini investigation.
What they found was startling..

The ‘free 100 grams ‘ was “Radiated meat”.

It was a joint experiment conducted by the BARC and Kerala Agricultural University to find the feasibility of using Radiation Chambers to process meat, and develop a market for radiation chambers in the food processing industry.

Further probe found out the following:

1.A Radiation chamber worth RS 30 lakhs was “ gifted” to KAU by BARC as an advance payment of services rendered.
2.Laymen, including Class 4 employees of KAU, were operating the facility.
3.No tracking system was employed to find out the actual amount of gamma rays used for radiation.
4.The 120 families to whom the meat was “gifted” were not informed about the experiment and what they had eaten.

The issue is still under debate in Kerala with KAU/BARC on one side and the people on the other side.

I decided to do a ‘ google” on this and found out the following:

It turns out that when you hit food with these enormous doses of gamma rays (usually from cobalt-80) you create molecules called "radiotoxines". The medical world calls them "radiolytic by-products" and classifies them into two categories. Known and Unknown.

The ‘known’ category includes such neat things as formaldehyde and benzene

The ‘unknown’ category is described as "unique radiolytic products" which are chemical molecules that have never been characterized and are not found anywhere in nature.

Does it harm ?

Of course. About 30% of Vitamin C is destroyed. Milk is known to lose 70% of Vitamin A, B1 and B2 when radiated. Vitamins E, K, the entire B group, amino acids and essential fatty acids, are all known to be adversely affected.

And on eating....

Animal studies are clear. When up to 35% of the lab-animal diet was radiated, feeding studies had to be abandoned because the animals died or were unable to eat.

At the University of Illinois, the Department of Medicine fed radiated food to mice. Seventeen percent had to be killed or died because of respiratory problems so severe they couldn’t even move around their cages. They did autopsies. The hearts of the mice had enlarged to twice to three times normal, and in some cases had burst.
Researchers at the Medical College of Virginia fed rats radiated beef. All the male rats died of hemorrhagic syndrome within 34 days. They investigated the effect of hormones by castrating a group of male rats and then feeding them with radiated beef. They all died within 63 days--as did all the female rats.

So why is this happening here?

Apparently the BARC is eyeing the huge food processing industry in India. They are projecting radiation chambers as the one stop solution towards “debacterization” of food. But the interesting fact here is that BARC itself says that radiated food may get infected again if not stored in a chill tray..!!

And for this they are using their own country men as guinea pigs….even when the UN has passed resolutions against using humans for food and drug testing.

Prestigious Universities and eminent scholars all over the world have conducted research and completely disposed the idea of radiated food. Attempts to sell radiated food have been met with strong protests all over the world.

Yet in India, all this sums up to crap.... .Isn’t it time we did something?

Really??

Alcohol, hashish, prussic acid, strychnine are weak dilutions.
The surest poison is time.

Emerson,
Society and Solitude

I have been tagged....!

Shikha tagged me.....

Seven things that I plan to do

1.Learn kalaripayatt…

2. Be a professional shooter

3. Globe trotting

4. Own a farmhouse,ofcourse with a big farm

5. Start my own newspaper

6. Act in a movie

7. Makes lots and lots of money…

Seven things I can do

1. I can shoot Bulls eye

2. Cook

3. Fight

4. Daydream

5. Work hard and harder

6. Play the violin

7. Sing without botherations

Seven things I can't do

1. remember faces

2. Enjoy wrestling

3. Maths

4. make fun of people

5. Procrastinate sleep

6. being passive

7. live without reading the newspaper

Seven things I say most often

1. Hamme !!!

2. Che…

3. Dei..!!

4. Di..

5. Thanne!!

6. mmh..

7. Entammoo…!!!!.

Seven people I want to tag

1. Khizzy

2. Nicole

3. Sunrise

4. Mriganayani

5. Jammy

6. Rajesh

7. Chintz