Dont think PAN as "Pan Beeda"

Dear Friends,
If the Governments proposals are implemented all the households with a
PAN card holder as head of the family shall have to pay an additional
sum of Rs. 210 for each refilling of LPG cylinders. A day may not be
too far when the ordinary home makers might insist for surrendering
the PAN card that burns big hole in the pocket.
But I feel it is a good move to remove subsidy on LPG, but through PAN
card route does not seem to be correct. Let Income be the basis
instead of PAN card which has become as common as pan(beeda)

THE PARADOX OF OUR AGE

We have bigger house and small families;
more convenience, but less time;
we have more degrees, but less sense;
more knowledge, but less judgement;
more experts,but more problems;
more medicines, but less healthiness.

We have been all the way to moon and back,
but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour.

These are time of fast foods and slow digestion.
Tall man, short character.
Steep profits and shallow relationships.

It is time when there is much in window and nothing in the room.

One hour @ railway platform

The moment the train halted, my feet touched the platform. I was aware that I would have to pass one hour or sixty minutes or 3600 seconds of my precious life in waiting for another train still I jumped out of the train in such a hurry as if its one of the local trains of Mumbai targeted by LeT on 11th July 2006.

Though Indian Railway has been incurring heavy expenditure in constructing overbridges, I crossed the tracks like the participants of “FEAR FACTOR”.

The platform was representing the true India, people of different races, with different faces, in different dresses, of different shapes, of different complexions, still I did not find anybody familiar. So I started looking for my best friend whom you will find in most of the railway stations with “WHEELER”.

I was feeling thirsty. I bought a bottle of packed drinking water ignoring the reports of CSE about the pesticides. Opened the cap, quenched my thirst and put the cap back. I was careful enough not to drop a single drop of water, after all I had paid for it a price at which we were buying milk few years back.

Then I felt that my legs are paining as if I had just defeated P.T.Usha. I started looking for a place to sit. (Indians can sit anywhere, depending upon their social status.) Luckily I found a place suitable for me, but like a true Indian did not thank the person who was occupying it before I captured it as soon as he vacated. For me one square foot was sufficient, yet I tried my best to spread as much as I can. After all I was not traveling W.T.

I started enjoying the horns, the sound of the engines, the barking dogs and the voice of the announcer. I was avoiding eye contacts with people around me. They might ask me to share my “SINHASAN” . In stead my eyes were on the ox who was wandering without a platform ticket. It reminded me of our railway minister who loves the cattle very much. Also my eyes were on my luggage and looking