Sunday, April 6, 2008

Ask What You can do for India - APJ Abdul Kalam


Hello friends,
This is a speech made in Hyderabad by our former President, Dr. Abdul Kalam Azad.
Most Indians would agree he was one of the best the country has had.
This speech was made during the period he was the President

Radheshyam


PRESIDENT OF INDIA DR. KALAM ASKS why? why? why?

”Why is the media here so negative?
Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements?
We are such a great nation.
We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them.
Why?
We are the first in milk production.
We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.
We are the second largest producer of wheat.
We are the second largest producer of rice.
Look at Dr. Sudarshan, he has transferred the tribal village
into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit.
There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed
in the bad news and failures and disasters.
I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper.
It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and
deaths had taken place.
The Hamas had struck.
But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a
Jewish gentleman who in five years
had transformed his desert into an orchid and a granary.
It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to.
The gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the
newspaper, buried among other news.
In India we only read about death, sickness,terrorism, crime.
Why are we so NEGATIVE?
Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things?
We want foreign T.Vs, we want foreign shirts.
We want foreign technology.
Why this obsession with everything imported.
Do we not realize that self-respect comes with self-reliance?
I was in Hyderabad giving this lecture, when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph.
I asked her what her goal in life is. She replied: I want to live in a developed India.
For her, you and I will have to build this developed India .
You must proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed nation.
Do you have 10 minutes? Allow me to come back with a vengeance.
Got 10 minutes for your country? If yes, then read; otherwise, choice is yours.
YOU say that our government is inefficient.
YOU say that our laws are too old.
YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage.
YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke,
The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination.
YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits.
YOU say, say and say. What do YOU do about it?
Take a person on his way to Singapore . Give him a name - YOURS.
Give him a face - YOURS. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best.
In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores.
YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are.
You pay $5 (approx. Rs. 60) to drive through Orchard Road
(equivalent of Mahim Causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM.
YOU come back to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have
over stayed in a restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity...
In Singapore you don't say anything, DO YOU?
YOU wouldn't dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in Dubai.
YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in Jeddah.
YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange
in London at 10 pounds ( Rs.650) a month to, 'see to it that my STD and
ISD calls are billed to someone else.
'YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and then
tell the traffic cop, 'Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I
am so and so's son.
Take your two bucks and get lost.
' YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than
the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New Zealand .
Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo ?
Why don't YOU use examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston???
We are still talking of the same YOU.
YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system in other
countries but cannot in your own.
You who will throw papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground.
If you can be an involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country,
Why cannot you be the same here in India ?
Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of Bombay , Mr.Tinaikar,
had a point to make. 'Rich people's dogs are walked on the streets to leave their
affluent droppings all over the place,' he said.
'And then the same people turn around to criticize and blame the
authorities for inefficiency and dirty pavements.
What do they expect the officers to do?
Go down with a broom every time their dog feels the pressure in his bowels?
In America every dog owner has to clean up after his
pet has done the job.
Same in Japan .
Will the Indian citizen do that here?'
He's right.
We go to the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility.
We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do
everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative.
We expect the government to clean up but we are not going to
stop chucking garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a
up a stray piece of paper and throw it in the bin.
We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms but
we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms.
We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and toiletries
but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity
This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service to the public.
When it comes to burning social issues like those related to women, dowry,
girl child! and others, we make loud drawing room
protestations and continue to do the reverse at home.
Our excuse?
'It's the whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego
mysons' rights to a dowry.
' So who's going to change the system?
What does a system consist of ?
Very conveniently for us it consists of our neighbours, other households,
other cities, other communities and the government.
But definitely not me and YOU.
When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we lock
ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look into the
distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr.Clean to come along & work
miracles for us with majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away.
Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in
their glory and praise their system.
When New York becomes insecure we run to England .
When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out to the Gulf.
When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home by the Indian government.
Everybody is out to abuse and rape the country.
Nobody thinks of feeding the system.
Our conscience is mortgaged to money.
Dear Indians,
The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a
great deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too.... I am echoing
J.F. Kennedy's words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians.....
'ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA
AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE INDIA
WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY'
Lets do what India needs from us.
Thank you,

Dr. Abdul Kalaam
(PRESIDENT OF INDIA )

Dear Goethalites,


In accepting Mr. Radheshyam Sharma's kind invitation, I have consented to become a contributing member to the gms blogspot; it will no doubt take some time for me to master the technicalities of "blog posting".....so please bear with me. This is a trial post........here's a shot on the "Quadrangle" at St. Paul's (2006).


Your suggestions and comments would be very welcome!


Do All Things Well!

Dr. Viraj P. Thacker.
Goethalite 1981
Paulite 1984

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Msgs from Old Boys 16

Msg From Dr. Viraj Thacker

Dear Viraj,

Thanks for accepting my offer.
I have already posted an official invitation from our blog.
First of all you will have to have a google mail account.
It is quite simple to open the account and the invitation will explain how to do it.
Google mail gives you a 6 GB mailbox. I have been using it for 2 years and only 4% of my mailbox has been used.
By using the the same g mail User ID and Password you can access the blog also.
After you become a member, I'll explain how you can post articles and pictures, we don't have to wait till May, its quite simple

Radheshyam


Dear Mr. Sharma,

Thanks for your prompt response, kind appreciation and generous offer; it would be a privilege to contribute to this excellent creation of yours! Yes, I share your enthusiasm and steadfastness when it comes to matters relating to GMS and the Darjeeling District. My father was a Paulite of your vintage (OP’1957) and our family ties with the schools and the Darjeeling District span almost four generations! I lost my father 20 years ago but have tried to keep that old flame burning…….in Australia, I caught up with some Paulites from the 40s and 50s (including some known to my father)…..we’ve become like family (I am like a son/grandson to these distinguished gentlemen).
Please go ahead and include me as a contributor……I will do my best to serve. You could explain the technicalities when we meet in Calcutta, if you like.
Thanks & Warm Regards,
Viraj.



Msg from Charles H Tresham

Hello Charles,
Thanks for sending your calculator.
I retired two years ago and am now on bonus but I am sure all our boys will appreciate your gift.

Radheshyam

Hi Rad,
I was very depressed when I did this.
The attachment is an Excel file. So, if you don’t have spreadsheet software which can handle an .xls file I'm afraid you won't be able to open it!

Charles Hilary Tresham


Hello Charles,
Willy Wu is from the 1971 batch.
He sends mails quite often.
I am attaching your clip this Saturday.
We do love the mango season. Your mentioning it means you too miss it.
In India we are blessed with all types of climates and all types of soil.
While others know only 4 seasons, we India have 6 seasons.
Grisma (Summer), Barsha(Monsoon), Sarath, Hemanta (Autumn), Sheeth (Winter), Basantha (Spring).
There is no equivalent for Sarath.
India is the land of gods and godesses.
Do keep writing
Radheshyam

Hi Rad
Thanks for all the news. I hope to send the form soon.
I enjoyed the pictires of the trains. I'm not sure whether it was from Willy Wu who was in my class or from his son who shares the same name.
I thought I would contribute to the readers' amusement by sending a short video clip which should leave a few of the sports finatics with red faces!
It should open in Windows Media Player or most other players.
Keep well and enjoy the forthcoming mango season.

Regards

Charles Hilary Tresham


Msg from Jitendra Agarwal

Dear All,

Season Greetings.

After the great Centenary Celebrations, we the Kolkata Chapter have not been able to meet and relive the great feelings. To relive the lovely memories & feelings we are planning a get-together of the Kolkata Chapter on 19 April 2008.

The venue & contribution details would be sent to you all at the earliest. Would request you to confirm your participation as a reply to this mail on this id not my official id.

If you require any further information, please feel free to contact us.

Regards,

Jitendra Agarwal
1990
9830326996

Msg from Manish Anand

Hello sir....
I would like to know if any of the ex- goethalites are associated with the garment industry...
Thank you,
MANISH

Friday, April 4, 2008

Photographs '81

Dear Mr. Sharma,
To keep the nostalgia flowing…..here’s a picture that surfaced after 26 years and my message below puts the same in perspective!
Attached also is a couple of shots from 2006; one with Mr. Binod Chettri, Mr. Fernandez, Mahesh Chettri (81) and Mrs. Dasgupta at Goethals.

Warm Regards,

Viraj.


The '81 batch is lucky in having Dr. Viraj Thacker, who is slowly opeing up his treasured photographs to revive memories.
Thank you Viraj.

Radheshyam






Greetings Mates!
Great shot that…….the fourth form (class 10B)…..our long awaited trip to the Makaibari Gardens. It was a crisp Autumn day as I remember it, with a measured mix of sun and cloud…..and a welcome breeze that soothed our unbridled enthusiasm! After a general run about and an useful introduction to the ingenious orchestration of leaf and machine, we were generously gifted with an ample sampling of the fine stuff. The brew was sipped (during the holidays) with due appreciation of the subtle brilliance that captured the unsurpassed essence of the Darjeeling leaf!
Amazingly, I managed to recapture some of that old “flavor” when I stopped for a quick “cuppa” at the Gov. of West Bengal Tourist Resort (directly across from St. Helen’s) and was served a steaming pot of “Makaibari”! Wonderful stuff……..the nostalgia and all……after a span of 26 years!!
Best Wishes to all of you.
Keep writing chaps.
Warm Regards,

Viraj.

Reunions Continue ...

From: Richard Johnson

For me, the 2007 reunion started with the emails I referred to in my previous Blog message and continued with recollections and stories. They still continue. Recently, we had a get-together at Bruce Wallace’s place. Bruce attended the Kurseong reunion with his wife Christine and daughter, Emily. We thought we’d get together with a few others who would be interested in the photos and videos of the Kurseong reunion. In the picture below, from the left, there’s Bruce and Sydney Wallace, then Peter Lardner (’61), Patrick Wallace (’62) and Eugene Roberio (’62). The stories were really flowing. I mentioned that I met Wendy (St Helen’s ’62) at the reunion and at the time, I could not recall why I felt I knew her quite well – she couldn’t recall either. Well, at the mention of her name Eugene and Patrick almost fell off their respective chairs. She was Eugene’s girlfriend and Patrick knew her quite well too – “How did she look? Didn’t you remember …”. Names set off flashes of memory. I am sure fantasy played an important part! So there we were, as a direct result of the 2007 reunion, sitting there, reminiscing about years gone.












Is Eugene breathing in? …. I wonder why…

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Nine Rules to Live By

Hello friends,
We all know that All Work and No Play make Jack a Dull boy.
But even you will agree that these nine rules to live by is carrying the adage too far.

Radheshyam


1 - Live to relax!

2 - Love your bed, it is your temple!

3 - Relax in the day, so that you can sleep at night!

4 - Work is holy, so don't attack it!

5 - Don't do something tomorrow, that you can do the day afterwards!

6 - Work as little as possible. Let the others do what needs to be done!

7 - Don't worry, nobody died from doing nothing, but you could get hurt at work!

8 - If you feel like doing work, sit down and wait until that feeling goes away!

9 - Don't forget: working is healthy! So leave it for the sick
people!

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Smileys

Hello friends,

Some of the boys have remarked that our blog has become too serious.
Well to lighten it here are some incidents which are not that serious.
Hope you do not complain now.

Radheshyam


Adam or Eve, who came first?

Wandering dejectedly in The Garden of Eden, Eve told God, "I'm lonely and tired of eating apples by myself."
"Okay," God said, "I'll create a man for you."
Eve said, "A man! What's that?"
"He's a creature with aggressive tendencies and an enormous ego. He won't listen very well, he'll get lost easily, but never stop to ask for directions. However, he is big and strong, he can open jars and hunt animals. And he'll be fun in bed."
"Sounds great!" said Eve.
"Oh, and one more thing," God said. "He will want to believe that I made HIM first."


Easter Bunny

Once upon a time there was a man who was peacefully driving down a windy road. Suddenly, a bunny skipped across the road and the man couldn't stop. He hit the bunny head on. The man quickly jumped out of his car to check the scene. There, lying lifeless in the middle of the road, was the Easter Bunny.
The man cried out, "Oh no! I have committed a terrible crime! I have run over the Easter Bunny!"
The man started sobbing quite hard and then he heard another car approaching. It was a woman in a red convertible. The woman stopped and asked what the problem was.The man explained, "I have done something horribly sad. I have run over the Easter Bunny. Now there will be no one to deliver eggs on Easter, and it's all my fault."
The woman ran back to her car. A moment later, she came back carrying a spray bottle. She ran over to the motionless bunny and sprayed it. The bunny immediately sprang up, ran into the woods, stopped, and waved back at the man and woman. Then it ran another 10 feet, stopped, and waved. It then ran another 10 feet, stopped, and waved again. It did this over and over and over again until the man and the woman could no longer see the bunny.
Once out of sight, the man exclaimed, "What is that stuff in that bottle?"
The woman replied, "It's harespray. It revitalizes hare and adds permanent wave."


FIVE JEWISH MEN

Five Jewish men influenced the history of Western civilization.

Moses said the law (10 commandments) is everything.
Jesus said love is everything.
Marx said capital is everything.
Freud said sex is everything.
Einstein said everything is relative


The Story of Two Bills

A well-worn one dollar bill and a similarly distressed twenty dollar bill arrived at a Federal Reserve Bank to be retired. As they moved along the conveyor belt to be burned, they struck up a conversation.
The twenty dollar bill reminisced about its travels all over the county. "I've had a pretty good life," the twenty proclaimed. "Why I've been to Las Vegas and Atlantic City, the finest restaurants in New York, performances on Broadway, and even a cruise to the Caribbean.""Wow!" said the one dollar bill. "You've really had an exciting life!"
"So tell me," says the twenty, "where have you been throughout your lifetime?"
The one dollar bill replies, "Oh, I've been to the Methodist Church, the Baptist Church, the Lutheran Church ..."
The twenty dollar bill interrupts, "What's a church?"


Baptizing a Bear in woods

A priest, a Pentecostal preacher and a rabbi all served as chaplains to the students of Northern Michigan University in Marquette. They would get together two or three times a week for coffee and to talk shop.
One day, someone made the comment that preaching to people isn't really that hard. A real challenge would be to preach to a bear. One thing led to another, and they decided to do a seven-day experiment. They would all go out into the woods, find a bear and preach to it.
Seven days later, they're all together to discuss the experience. Father O'Flannery, who has his arm in a sling, is on crutches, and has various bandages, goes first.
"Wellll," he says, in a fine Irish brouge, "Ey wint oot into th' wooods to fynd me a bearr. Oond when Ey fund him Ey began to rread to him from the Baltimorre Catechism. Welll, thet bearr wanted naught to do wi' me und begun to slap me aboot. So I quick grrabbed me holy water and, THE SAINTS BE PRAISED, he became as gentle as a lamb. The bishop is cooming oot next wik to give him fierst communion und confierrmation."
Reverend Billy Bob spoke next. He was in a wheelchair, with an arm and both legs in casts, and an IV drip. In his best fire and brimstone oratory he proclaimed, "WELL, brothers, you KNOW that we don't sprinkle...WE DUNK! I went out and I FOUND me a bear. And then I began to read to him from God's HOOOOLY WORD! But that bear wanted nothing to do with me. I SAY NO! He wanted NOTHING to do with me. So I took HOOOLD of him and we began to rassle. We rassled down one hill, UP another and DOWN another until we come to a crick. So I quick DUNK him and BAPTIZE his hairy soul. An' jus like you sez, he wuz gentle as a lamb. We spent the rest of the week in fellowship, feasting on God's HOOOOLY word."
They both look down at the rabbi, who was lying in a hospital bed. He was in a body cast and traction with IV's and monitors running in and out of him.
The rabbi looks up and says, "Oy! You don't know what tough is until you try to circumcise one of those creatures


SECOND OPINION

A guy was climbing a tree when suddenly he slipped. He grabbed at a branch and was hanging in mid air. After an hour, he felt himself getting exhausted and looked up to the heavens and cried out: "God, help me! Please, help me!"
All of a sudden the clouds parted and a voice boomed out from on high. "Let Go!" said the voice.
The guy paused, looked up at heaven once more, and said: "Is there anyone else up there?"


MY FIRST CONFESSION

A parish priest was being honored at a dinner on the twenty-fifth anniversary of his arrival in that parish. A leading local politician, who was a member of the congregation, was chosen to make the presentation and to give a little speech at the dinner, but he was delayed in traffic, so the priest decided to say his own few words while they waited.
"You will understand," he said, "the seal of the confessional can never be broken, however I got my first impressions of the parish from the first confession I heard here. I can only hint vaguely about this, but when I came here 25 years ago I thought I had been assigned to a terrible place. The very first chap who entered my confessional told me how he had stolen a television set, and when stopped by the police, had almost murdered the officer! Further, he told me he had embezzled money from his place of business and had an affair with his boss's wife. I was appalled! But as the days went on, I learned that my people were not all like that, and I had, indeed, come to a fine parish full of understanding and loving people."
Just as the priest finished his talk, the politician arrived full of apologies at being late. He immediately began to make the presentation and give his talk.
"I'll never forget the first day our parish priest arrived in this parish," said the politician. "In fact, I had the honour of being the first one to go to him in confession."


Desclaimer: None of these Jokes are my original stuff.
They are a collection from other sources to lighten your day or night, whenever you read them.