In dependent India ?

We Indians were under the control of British for more than 200 years, and History says that we were freed from British Rule by August 15,1947.
What ! Are we Free ? Are we Independent ?

Indians were treated as Slaves by the British Rulers. Few of the Indians were highly paid since they were unlawful to the soil and kept their Head and Voice Low.

Many British officers were amazed and caught hold of the resources available in India. They amazed when they couldn't find even a single poor person. They were amazed to see each and every person self- employed. They were amazed to see people following their culture and customs as their principle of life. They believed that only way to degrade us is to impose their customs and culture and make us feel that they are superior to us. And they made it so easily. From that day we started tasting slavery and after few decades we were used to the taste.

After Independence, we say that India has improved a lot. But what about the freedom, are we really free?
The improvement would have been doubled, if India has been under the Rule of British so far.

India's revenue has reached heights over the past few years. One of the reason is IT industry.From a base of 6,800 knowledge workers in 1985-86, the number increased to 522,000 software and services professionals by the end of 2001-02. It is estimated that out of these 522,000 knowledge workers, almost 170,000 are working in the IT software and services export industry; nearly 106,000 are working in the IT enabled services and over 220,000 in user organizations.

We are still slaves !!! Over the period of time we have stopped thinking of serving our own soil. Even people have the mindset to be proud getting placed as a "Software Engineer" in MNC. We say in IT Industry, "White Collar Job". "We are Highly paid". We need to be clear that we are "Highly paid Koolees", who make use of the resources in India and Serve other Nation.

We send forwarded emails with a Subject "Be proud to be an Indian" and the contents provides a statistics about the percentage of Indians who work for Concerns in other part of the world (Microsoft,Dell,ORACLE,Google and all other MNC'S)other than India. Do we really need to be proud of this.

We know that most of the MNC's are cultivating because of Indian Brains.
Why don't these brain work togehter and serve our nation and take India to heights and rebuild a nation from being IN DEPENDENT to a nation that is completely INDEPENDENT.

Let's work together and impose integrity in our nation.
Let's serve our country with all our love.
Let's make each and every Indian to be proud about his mother nation
Let's make our nation Independent.
Let's make our nation fly at heights.

A Bad Idea

Few years before Chennai was famous for three features
1. Hot Sun
2. Water scarcity.
3. Koovam River (Chennai Drainage System)

The second issue was solved partly because of the natural calamities.
Two natural personalities visited chennai aiming at Cleaning Chennai

1.Tsunami
2.Natural Rain

The impact of the first hit of Tsunami took many lives and it took months for people to come back to their normal life.

The second impact was due to heavy rain that made chennai to Float. Due to this almost all of the subways and roads were filled with water and caused much suffering to public.

Government declared Holidays to School. But what about Private Organizations ? No Holiday, you got to go office by any means even though if you do not have any means of Transportation.

Most of the roads were blocked because of the water which sustained in the Subways. And to make a note most of the subways in chennai have concrete roads.There are some pits and cracks which is not sufficient for the huge volume of water to get drained.

Government is investing bulk amount of money in Laying roads, instead of making use of Blocked Concrete slabs to construct roads, why don't they make use of perforated concrete slabs. These perforated concrete slabs are as stronger as blocked concrete slabs and also helps water to drain instantly.It is not that the complete road has to be constructed with this perforated concrete slabs. Water is getting accumulated only in the middle of the subway, so it is sufficient that if four blocks of perforated concrete slabs is used.

I believe there is no harm in implementing this idea, at the same time it helps in Cost Cutting.

Profile

School Profile :

Getting late every morning.
Having a cup of coffee from my mom and blames for not having my breakfast, before I Leave to school. Hurrying up to school without having breakfast. Have fun in school, doing all mischievous things except studying. Shooting parked vehicle's rear mirrors with Nilavamuthan's Air Gun.Bunking classes and move to forest college, watch movies.Collecting money for buying cake in bakery and sharing it with my friends.Playing cricket inside the classroom targeting our class girls, to get rid of them. Looking at other college girls,and senior girls in our school. Then coming back to home in the evening, have some refreshment and go back to Ananth's house. Play cricket till 7.00 p.m and come back to home as if I'm returning from physics tuition. Standing for hours in front of mirror and preparing myself to attend mathematics tuition ,where Avila convent girls used to come. Playing cricket in exam holidays and chasing question papers for Higher Secondary Exams. Exams over, Results came, School friends splitted into various colleges.

College Profile:

Getting late every morning.

Having a cup of coffee from my mom. Hurrying up to college without having breakfast. Going late to bus stop , miss S12 bus , make my brother to drop me in next stop. Getting into S12 bus in the move, sitting near Balaji, Sleeping in the bus with Balaji. Fighting with balaji for Window seat. Being a regular late comer to class. Bunking the classes, going around with Nishikanth, Balaji, Gunaseelan , playing Table Tennis with Nishikanth, who taught me to play Table tennis. Riding bike to Thondamuthur, Narasipuram, and enjoying the peace, silence, even though the sun is red-hot. Met with bike accidents, over speeding and escaping from Traffic police. Caught for overspeeding and triples on my birthday, waiting for two hours in Crime Branch, R S Puram and finally getting back the bike without paying fine. Sleeping in Nair's Sir's Class, giving comments for his questions. Mixing hard water into Resin in Chemistry Lab. Riding bicycle with Balaji, like a mad guy from vadavalli to Kanuvai. Having paani puri regularly near vadavalli bus stop. Preparing for the semester exams after wasting all the exam holidays. Discussing all stupid matters at the time of semester exams with Nishikanth, Prabhu, Dass, Rajaram and feeling really sick when some of our classmates say "You have prepared a lot as a group",they used to say "Padathe Podreenga da". Meeting with Librarian Sir and chatting with him for hours and coming back home without entering into Library. College days got over as our semester exams got over and everyone got into various Industry.

My current profile:

I wake up late every morning. My mom is not here to give me coffee and to blame me for not having my breakfast. I Go late to office, no staff is there to punish me.I Sit in front of system. Development, Validation, Testing, Deliverables, Issues, UAT, Bug fixing, Enhancement. I Come back home, have dinner ,then sleep.I chat with my friends for few minutes, with whom i spent 13 Hrs a day.I have credit cards, but no mind and to get cakes from a bakery and no friends to share with.I play cricket in computer, which I used to play in red-hot,sunny ground. I have 10 cups of coffee a day, not prepared by mom, but by Coffee-Maker.I used to speak with my friends for hours, but now I open my mouth to yarn and to have food. I walk to my room and to office, no bike, no bicycle. I sleep in front of my system, no Nair's Sir's class. I get salary for my work and give it to my parents.I can recollect all the moments and not the days.

I Miss those moments.
I miss my mom , I miss all my mischievous
actions, I miss my character, I miss Nair's sir Lullaby, I miss the journey in S12 bus. Even though I have many friends
around me... I still feel lonely.


Hope everyone will have their own Profiles.

ARE WE PILLARS ?

India :
Population on March 1950 : 347340000
Population on July 2006 : 1095351995

As the years passed by we have great increase in population as well as in the rate of youngsters.
The count of youth has reached millions.
India, Ranking first among the top 10 countries where 15-25 year old live.

Statistics :
Scale in Millions.
Source : US Bureau of census,2005.

Do we remember the saying "Youngsters are Future Pillars of India". Are We The Pillars?
The above saying is almost 60 Yrs old.There are many lives that gave life for our mother country.
Known personalities
Shaheed Bhagat Singh,Rajguru,Sukhdev.They contributed their life for our nation.
And all the three were 23 yrs old when they were hanged and had their last breath.
Their bodies were cut into pieces, burnt into ashes and thrown into river without mercy.
Among us many of them are 23 yrs and above and we still live in this country.
The contribution of lives doesn't end with these three, it still continues.
Don't know How many Bhagat Singh, Rajguru, Sukhdev are still dying for our country.(Serving in BSF [Border Security Force]).

India is having the highest count of young minds (115.3 Millions).But Still, Where in we stand ?It is not that we have to die for our country.

If someone say "I DIE FOR MY COUNTRY"
We can proudly say "I LIVE FOR MY COUNTRY".
But.. Is that worth living ?
Does our life serve atleast one life ?
For the least, Have we planted a tree that'll serve it's purpose ?
With what do we identify ourself ?
Have we done something that is worth to our mother nation ?

So...Are we the pillars among the millions ?
Do we care for our mother nation - INDIA ?

RED SALUTE TO INDIAN SOLDIERS

SIACHEN GLACIER :

At 6,300 meters (20,700 feet) India controls these breathless heights at an estimated cost of up to $1 million a day and is reluctant to back off for fear Pakistan.

After partition in 1947 no one bothered to extend the line of control between Pakistan and India up to Siachen because no one thought it was worth bothering about.

The Siachen Glacier is located in the eastern Karakoram Range in the Himalaya Mountains, at approximately 35.5° N 77.0° E. It is the longest glacier in the Karakoram and second longest in the world's non-polar areas.It ranges from an altitude of 5753 m (18,875 ft.) above sea level at its source at Indira Col (pass) on the China border to its snout at 3620 m (11,875 ft.)

The Siachen Glacier lies south of the great watershed that separates Central Asia from the Indian subcontinent.

Toothpaste freezes in its tube,speech can be blurred,
frostbite and chilblains are common and plummeting
temperatures can leave scores dead.You can't breathe normally. There is less oxygen there. The air is rarified.The lungs scream for oxygen. The blood vessels cry for oxygen. At 20,700 feet, you are not normal. You cannot be. The human body is attuned to a certain altitude.


And that's where our soldiers are. Fighting the enemy. Facing the bullets. Dying alone in the snow. Falling to death from the high ridges. No one hears their scream. It's such a lonely death. A tiny piece of metal is all what it takes to die.

They are our infantrymen. The finest in the world. No other soldier has ever fought at these heights. At 15000ft, they can't move with ease. There are no tracks. Climb. Clamber. Crawl. A soldier carries a week's ration, ammunition, a 5.56mm assault rifle or a mortar or a rocket launcher. He carries over 20 kgs on his back as he pulls himself up on this rugged, cruel terrain.

He doesn't sleep. He doesn't have time to eat. He doesn't have time to urinate. Life is not what it is. Life is a shell. It is the terror of death. It is the courage of facing it. It is fear, raw, unalloyed, unrelenting.... the enemy is up there, somewhere hidden. It can see you, can track you down like a rat, can pick you out so effortlessly...and yet these men move, slowly but with determination to fight for the nation. To die for the nation.

You know how it feels to be up there in the cold, cold mountains, carrying a heavy backpack with a gnawing fear that you will never see your eight-year-old daughter. That sweet little thing with a ponytail and a smile that lights up your world. You may not hear her giggles, see her climb your shoulder, run around, throw her dolls in anger, paint the walls in doodles.... You will not be there for her.

You know what fear is. That is the fear. Not being there. Death is not what matters. What matter is that you will not matter anymore. And yet the soldiers go up the hills, like the charge of the light brigade, never asking questions, never expecting an answer. They know they have a duty, they have a pledge, they have a promise to keep. Their tryst with destiny.

It is not easy to imagine a soldier, an infantry man's life up there, where the wind can sear your windpipe, chill your brains, make your eyes weep with pain and lungs cry out in sheer exhaustion.

Brave. That is what these soldiers are. Brave in the face of death. Brave in the face of fear. Facing bullets. Death count in thousands and more. Many more will die.
"Let not their death go waste, unacknowledged."


Say it aloud , "JAI HIND!" and be proud to be an Indian. Let Salute our Indian Soldiers !