Showing posts with label india. Show all posts
Showing posts with label india. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 04, 2017

Indian journalism cred at a low

Got reading an article on Indian news channels, on why they are disappointing (to the author, and a thought which I agree with, of late): Why are Indian News Channels so Disappointing?

It summarises the situation as
India has killed television by legislating the subscription model to death. This is leading to a serious lack of ambition and a curbing of creative juices, since recovering investments is impossible
The author of the article, Mr. Ashok Malik, has rightly (so I feel) claimed that our news channels have forgot to be the role of distributor of latest affairs, and more like a platform for shallow idealism and uncritical entertainment. Shallow idealism and uncritical entertainment is, coincidentally, the most common reason why Indians sit in front of the tele, and our news channels are trying to capitalize on capturing that audience, which means they not only miss out on sincere reporting, but stand in opposition at the (deeper) ethical front as well.

Here's another illuminating article: Five Ethical Problems that Plague Indian Journalism
- Paid News
- Opaque private treaties
- Blatant blackmail
- Widening legal regulatory gap
- Flawed measurements of audience reach and readership

News, or live reporting of the world, should be straight forward. The active world out there, which they report about, is a dynamic system that is difficult to fit into simple narratives. It is worse when the 'simple' narratives become 'sensationalist' and 'political'.
Even historical analysts - armed with all data and not only the events but their outcomes - fail to be precise in why and how something happened in the past, or at making future projections. Even governments fail to understand the implications of events. And yet, these people have a panel of experts who derive and present overreaching narratives, to gain ratings through crass debates that are lie-and-lampoon contests. "Infotainment" is a hot thing.

Things like News channels and educational institutions being the new business opportunity is a sad fact of our cultural and economic landscape. Everything that prospers needs to have a "market potential" to begin with, that is, something which can be run as a business. As with all businesses, money plays the biggest influencer in decision-making. Nobody gives a damn about how it hurts the system or the nation. To make it worse, this is not just an Indian trend. You have a planet where people are fooled into believing that news is their window to the world, when in fact it is a window only into the selfish plans of other people who want to spread toxic and self-gratifying worldviews and narratives.

Saturday, February 04, 2017

Oil spills, wetlands, and Flamingos

It happened a few days back (Jan 28), but only today does the news of a massive oil spill on the Indian coasts trickle down to my eyes through conventional news channels. A cleanup effort ensued, which has taken care of the most of it. It is good to see volunteers in action - would've liked be one meself.
So it happened off the Kamarajhar Port (Ennore coast), off the coast of Chennai, in Tamil Nadu the southernmost Indian state (title shared with Kerala state).
A massive clean-up operation was launched in Tiruvallur, Chennai and Kancheepuram Districts by engaging more than 2000 persons at various sites including Ernavur, Chennai Fishing Harbour, Marine Beach, Besant Nagar, Kottivakkam, Palavakkam, Neelankarai and Injambakkam beaches.  
Merchant shipping fail, this. The spillage exceeds 200 tonnes, and has been under-reported to be around 20 tonnes.The general mode of our business is evasive/thrifty/lying. Being honest is the least they could do in this case. A proportional (legally instituted) fine is the most nominal punishment, for we do not realize to what extent of damage such events have on the nature. There is no way or no amount of money that can thwart the ecological cascade that might ensue.

Just a day back, we celebrated the World Wetlands Day 2017 , which wasn't really celebrated anywhere but had a few articles written about it. No representation among the masses for valuable, massive ecological zones providing our communities with sustenance - by the way of fresh water, food, flood control - for generations  - called Ramsar sites - under threat because of (who but) us.

For those who don’t know what a wetland is, it is a land area that is saturated with water, either permanently or seasonally, such that it takes on the characteristics of a distinct ecosystem.
They are also very important for animals and plants to survive. Actually, they are one of the most vital and productive ecosystems on the planet. Unfortunately, this valuable asset of the planet are slowly getting lost at an alarming rate in many regions of the Earth. According to a report, at least 64 per cent of wetlands have diminished since 1990.
In the month of November, I found myself very lucky to be in Begusarai for some survey work. Lucky, because Begusarai district was home to the Kanwar Bird Lake Sanctuary, housing Asia's largest oxbow lake - 3 times that of Bharatpur, where I had already been to and returned impressed at its immensity. Super eager, I asked around for directions, to come to know that it was only a small lake, and nothing much was to be enjoyed there. Being a skeptic about other's perceptions (esp when it comes to natural wealth), I looked it up online, to find that the place really was now an unimpressive waterhole, far from what it once was.

As a 2008 study by Pollution Research states
In the present study the pollution of a major North Bihar lake, the Kawar Wetland was studied with special reference to their effects on flora, fauna and local human population. The water of the lake is turbid, acidic and is having higher conductivity. The dissolved oxygen level was estimated as 7.6 mg/L, free CO2 6.3 mg/L, bicarbonate 80 mg/L, hardness 90 mg/L, chloride 17.0 mg/L.
A coupla years back, in the February of 2015, I had suffered a similar setback on a morning, when after adventurously breaking a journey (a roadtrip in a Tata Sumo with a friend) next to a huge lake, imagining creatures and phenomenon unseen, we woke up to find that the massive lake was now an empty trough, all its water drained for construction projects (esp a massive college complex in vicinity) - I best enjoyed that morning exploring a graveyard next to the lake that separated it from a village, a symbolic image to take back in my state of shock and mourning. This was near Hyderabad, in the state of Andhra Pradesh.

Population pressures on the Indian ecosystem are colossal. Things are already depressing, and we make no efforts to change. Bangalore and Chennai are prime examples of destruction of wetlands, to the extent that they (the related wetland ecosystems) have disappeared. Corruption - by the way of bribes and complacency - is rampant everywhere. In this state of affairs, the nature is no way on the track of winning.

This is the range of flamingos across our planet. See that strip on the left - that's the Indian subcontinent. The bird is supposed to exist everywhere along our western coastline in the migratory season. Yet, now it is only left with a few spots to camp at, namely in the state of Gujarat (like the RoK). This morning, I was surprised to find Mumbai on the map as well through a cousin, learning the existence of Sewri Flamingo Point, which I would've been to had I known during my stay there. Now I wait for an opportunity.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Indian Hot Shorts

only scratched the surface here.. much more indigenous perv lurks. have had a resurgent interest due to recent experiences - not as myself, but as the objectified gender. seems like we have all taboos addressed and somebody patient enough will find their kink, in the comfortable expanse of youtube.
wow, and how, to endorse the indian psyche!

कमसिन सेकेट्री और BOSS

बदचलन बेटी मजबूर बाप

छिनार

सेक्सी चाची की चासनी

INDIAN सेक्सी हाउसवाइफ

रात भाभी का बिस्तर गिला हो गया

मदहोश किरायेदारनी

बीबी का नाजायज़ रिस्ता

गर्लफ्रेंड सेक्सी सबिता

16 की उम्र में जिस्म की चाहत || Bazaroo Aurat

जिस्म की भूख

Akeli Bhabhi Dewar Romance

सेक्सी मालकिन का गरम समान

नौकरानी की प्यास बुझा दी

Tailor Master Ka

 गावं वाली लड़की के साथ रोमान्स

Hot नेपाली भाभी

सेक्स के शौकीन HOT BHABHI ##Jism Ke Shikar

प्रेमी ने प्रेग्नेंट करके छोड़ दिया

फिल्म डायरेक्टर और हीरोइन के सम्बन्ध

16 साल की सेक्सी लड़की को AIDS हो गया

AIDS KA TOHFA

भाभी ने ननद को करते हुए पकड़ा

Balatkari Pandit

हट सबज़ वल क टग उठल

अनध हवस हवस क पयस लड़क

Wednesday, November 04, 2015

Crackin' Intolerance

India is such a huge nation, that to see trash opinions being doled out by the political class, amplified by the media class, and reacted to by the cattle class is terrifying. Intolerance is the latest "in" thing, and we are made to believe that the government that has in past gained huge vote banks on intolerant lines has nothing to do with encouraging these intolerant opinions, and it is not in protocol to give an open condemnation; that this tolerance of intolerant opinions is coincidental; and that we should all agree, without protest, that there is no intolerance in our society whatsoever, and call it a "jolly good day" every waking hour.

Five minutes of listening to these opinions have shut down my pyloric valve. Severe constipation might follow, a psychosomatic response to the verbal diarrhea from these protostomes that encapsulate several prejudices in a pithy dispatch - such viscerally vicious statements should be met with body's autonomous response and nothing else.

People in this country have a very limited thought space, as is, and yet others litter that space with garbage with existential abandon, and make one completely resign to not thinking at all, or giving them a cleanup job that leaves no time to think. It reflects our cultural attitude towards  garbage - there is so much of it generated that we just quit thinking about it instead of formulating wise civic policies to handle that menace. Our streets and neighbourhoods reek of it sometimes, but that is okay, we can always insulate ourselves further, and even mislead our guests about our standards of sanitation and hygiene.

The only intolerance we should show is towards time. Time, that is finite, will not wait while we sit and discuss or try to understand the nature of our politicians and our politik, - their understanding of religion, their definition of patriotism, and the ulterior motives behind foisting such retrograde constructs on a contemporary society that is trying to match shoulders with mature, diversified, and tolerant societies. Time wants to talk about progressive concepts, breakthrough research, and here we are squandering our money, and airtime on whose shit stinks more. One could derive through calculations the money circulated in the system over our daily fix of offensive garbage, and wonder how they - the common man - is never in loop of that money circulation, and if such spending could have - rather unjudiciously - simply been doled out to some community in death throes, on the verge of losing their art, their culture, their tolerant heritage, their song and their science.

Even my last hour of the daylight, on the 11,091st day of my life was irresponsibly spent in this reaction. FML. FMP.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

One handsome Giant Leaf-footed Stink-bug (Acanthocephala Declivis)


With a quick mail exchange with Ted (of Beetles in the Bush), my hour was to go into looking up ID of this phantasm that was spotted one lucky afternoon in 2008.

With an even lesser of a foundation in ID back then, my trail went in a wrong direction, into Phasmatodea (erring right at the level of Order).
Where I was supposed to go, was Hempitera. And thereon to Hemiptera > Heteroptera > Pentatomorpha > Coreoidea > Coreidae.

As sure as Ted was with his ID (replying inside minutes of my asking), I wasn't, even after landing on the Coreidae page on Wikipedia. As an amateur, much of my identification is visual than morphological. But reading up the bit on morphology was helpful
Morphology
The general morphological features of the Coreidae are an oval-shaped body, antennae composed of four segments, a numerously veined fore wing membrane, a metathoracic stink gland, and enlarged hind tibiae. Many species are covered with spines and tubercles
Considering Ted's comment on the horns, morphological adaptations came to mind, which could result in differently proportioned features. That consideration helped look for a more accurate match.


Which is an Acanthocephala, like one found here:
Giant Leaf-footed Stink-bug, Acanthocephala declivis
Photo courtesy Pete Williams, Gulf Breeze, Florida
December 12, 2006

Copyright (C) 2006 Pete Williams


This was the closest match, and reading on its ID solved the puzzle
Identification
Humeral angles of pronotum broadly expanded, extending laterally well beyond maximum lateral abdominal margin.
Next I went into an expanded/elongated pronotum frenzy. While Acantocephala has 27 subspecies, A. declivis seems a sure match, since its size and distribution both match.

A cursory search for related keywords on Google Images didn't throw a more beautiful specimen as this one. Makes me feel kinda swell, and lucky.

Friday, September 04, 2015

Monday, April 06, 2015

Jat crazy

I have been feeling very cool to share the ancestral background of Jats. They mostly make it in the news for wrong reasons, or for reasons of having been wronged (mostly under political acumen). While the former is surprising, - but predictable, depending on planning and social welfare measures - the latter is historically accurate.

The Jats - historically speaking - are a symbol of resilience and cultural simpleness that we so seek whenever we are on travel. They are some travelers themselves. Today's Jat will be seen traveling around the city in SUVs with volume cranked up, without knowing the journey their forefathers would've taken in days with thin political boundaries. Their clan has traveled from the central Asian regions, in what makes today's Xinjiang Uighur Autonomous Province, that makes fore NorthWesternmost occupation of China. Xinjiang is, today, largest Chinese administrative division, and 8th largest such in the world.
During the 14th century the inhabitants of Moghulistan were known[by whom?] as "Jats" and the area they occupied was called "Jatah". This term is also used by numerous people in South Asia - in Pakistan and in parts of western India.
Not just that, they stuck out as a community for the longest while. While the rest of the Mongols turned to Moghuls (everything starts with the Mongols, esp that guy Genghis), through conversion, the Jats stuck to their pastoral and agricultural lifestyle. They loved their cattle, and stood for it. It was only upon persecution that they migrated down to the Sindh valley, which is in erstwhile Pakistan, and became a part of that culture. They migrated further to reach the Northern Plains of India, too, to Delhi and Haryana. Funny that the identity of the Jat that we relate to is the last one.

Friday, September 06, 2013

Presenting: The Wolf Spider

(Jun 20, 2013): This spider hanging around where I'm presently seated. About the size of the mouth of a Gatorade bottle.


Update: Well, it was fortuitous to bump into this famous species, the Wolf Spider. FYI, it is one of the top 10 most dangerous spiders (not venomous, though) on the planet. If it wasn't for Kru's observation, I'd have not even tried to identify that fuzzy design on its back, which later turned to be tiny spider babies clinging on to its mother's abdomen. The gray-colored species is rarer, as a quick google search proves.


On further fact-finding, what's awesome about a Wolf Spider is:
  • It lives and hunts alone; never in packs. It goes against the intuitive naming as "wolf".
  • It doesn't spin a web. It goes out in the night and hunts its prey in realtime, like a true predator.
  • Since it doesn't spin any web, a mother is either found carrying its egg-sac under its abdomen, or having buried it in a tunnel.
  • It has beautiful 8 eyes in the pattern of 4-2-2. The central ones are prominently large.
  • It can run fast, climb, and swim. Like a boss.
  • It has a good vision, unlike the other spider species.

Monday, October 15, 2012

High Hopes

The biggest developing news in our country is another political embezzlement scandal, the rape of a NLSIU (Bangalore) student inside the univ campus, and a celebrity wedding ("sangeet ceremony was a star-studded ball", one should revel in that fact). Now I know what India would be busy in the coming week - more protests - or, asses complaining about other asses, as it has come to be.

Meanwhile, in world, Felix Baumgartner jumped from the Earth's stratosphere to become the first skydiver to break the sound barrier, a feat unimaginable (or 'mystic') to a majority of India's populace. We are so up our own ass that we never really see any such cherished moments in our timeline anymore. Independence was it. (and my friends circles, enlightened by conspiracy theories, tell me that even that period wasn't one to feel inspired of) To find larger-than-life inspiration outside our history books is really difficult. If one looks to current affairs, the 'difficult' transforms into 'depressing'. Somebody balancing a watermelon on a 40ft pole situated on his roused privates on one of those talent shows is pretty much the best there is. Shabash!

Sunday, August 12, 2012

liveblogging wrestling

Congrats to Sushil Kumar who ended with a 66kg wrestling bronze in the Olympics. The match just ended, and it'll be hard to get the image of the Japanese wrestler rocketslamming our Indian guy into the floor, a moment which pretty much announced the result. Sad to realise that the most-watched match of our greatest wrestler would be the one where he lost. Surprised to see talent surviving in these ancient arts of India, which exist in rare pockets, like the one in Najafgarh where Sushil came from, or one in Bhiwani where Geeta Phogat came from (regardless that she didn't win anything). India still needs a lot of discipline.

I hope the terrorists of Haryana and Punjab, who terrorise Dilliwala youth like me whenever we drive into the suburbs, or enter clubs, or hang out in the company of the female gender, or got out with a fancy camera into fields, or with a shiny bike into the grimy offroads, would learn from the likes of Sushil Kumar and love to keep their aggression for their country than to the satisfaction of their dicks (for those guys everything is hardwired to their dicks, trust me).

LOL I'm liveblogging, which is rare. Also that I'm giving a damn about Olympics, which is rarer. [Last I remember going live during the Higgs Boson's announcement]

Learnt its the last day of the Olympics. I was there during the first week, and then vanished into thin air (of 14000ft) in the second, and returned to be oblivious to another disaster story they'd turned out to be in the third week. Today, I learn, that its all gonna be over. I'll probably miss the closing ceremony as well. Gah, where's my lympics love potion?

Monday, July 02, 2012

The Hindu : Committed patriot of the Indian jungle

"The identity of a country depended not so much on its mutable human culture as on its geomorphology, flora and fauna, its natural basis." - M. Krishnan

The Hindu : Opinion / Op-Ed : Committed patriot of the Indian jungle

Said M.K. Gandhi: "A nation's greatness is measured by how it treats its weakest members."
Even though the above quote seems inspired from it, let us not forget guys like M. Krishnan, who were one step closer towards my personal idol.

Speaking of personal, having Krishnan's 100th anniversary coincide with the dream I woke up to is quite shaking -

... I start to set the steam, starting with venerating kisses on her thighs and leg, taking her stocking off in the process. To my amusement, her face suddenly turns pale, and her mouth open, as if she's trying to scream. I assume she's a bit mental and try consoling her. Her eyes are fixed on something, her face contorted in a look of terror that I find so alien for this moment. She limply raises a hand to point to the doorway.
I turn around, to find a black panther sitting, wide-eyed. The door he must've come in from, is now blocked, and even the animal seems confused in planning its escape. It settles to the right edge of the bed, a mere few feet from us, crouched, snarling.

I don't panic, and stand up on the bed. I'm instructing P to be calm and move to far end of the bed, but she's too scared to do anything.
I repeat myself loudly. The panther replies with a threatening growl. It then jumps onto a table at the far end in its own panic. I try shifting to a position where I could have access to the door, but the panther has some ideas of its own - trying to reach for the door, it skirts the edge of our bed, where it gets tangled in the same blanket that P is under.

Drama ensues. Shrieks and growls fill the room. I give blanket a tight shrug which not only makes the panicked feline spring itself free, and back onto the table, growling, but also gives me a chance to access the door. I carefully open the door. After anxious few seconds, the panther is driven out.
I follow the feline to the hallway, where I find a full-grown deer (बारासिंघा) startled by the sight of a predator scurrying past, and darts off opposite to the direction the panther went in ...

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Kickass Rangoli streak




All moi.
And oh, Happy Diwali, world.

To append to the day, was a dream where I had forgot where my office was, and was walking while suspiciously eyeing an office complex. Eyes met with a svelte girl walking next to me, who was welcome to our exchange. She felt stupid why we were walking this way. Then she made for the exit of that complex, and sure thing, I stayed with her. Now she felt weird about herself, firstly coz it was her first day back in the office after some time abroad, and secondly coz her actions and eyes and movement were a mirror to mine. I assured her that there was nothing weird about it. She turned out to have a tounge-twisting South Indian name. I asked her to go out with me, and she replied in affirmative.
Whoo!

Monday, September 12, 2011

Sunday, August 21, 2011

U.P. highway nightmare

सडकें जनसमुदाय को स्वतन्त्र और आसान गमन की सुविधा प्रदान करती है| परन्तु यू.पी. में सड़कों का नेटवर्क उनके लिए सुविधा है जिनको बन्दूक का लायसेंस लिए बिना दूसरों को मारने की ख्वाहिश है|
सिर्फ 90km, और यू.पी. की सडकों पर मेरी फट चुकी है| इन दो घंटों में मुझे कई लोगों ने मार डालने की कोशिश की| मैं आगबबूला तो हूँ किन्तु एक तरह से मैं इसे यू.पी. के अपनापन जताने की निशानी देखता हूँ |

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Indian Met Dept's pride


Behold this amazing graphic. Study it carefully for a few seconds. It is so detailed that I decided to add a border around it, like a picture-frame at Musée du Louvre.
Purple color clouds! More clouds of teal color, ash color, and yellow/red lighting rods. Raindrops the size of 50 calibre bullets.

This was dug up on the Indian Meteorological Dept's website. Apparently it's an icon to represent 'thunderstorm with clouds' situation. It managed to exceed its meaning and seems rather an icon for "holy fuck, run away from this city!" - something that I would plant on websites before doomsday.

I would suspect the IMD needs a color chart. Perhaps we could all contribute for sending them a picture book as well.

However I won't be surprised with this. Being a government facility, I could imagine people in the wrong places. Color-blind war veterans being assigned the post of creative arts at the met dept. Or war widows of our शहीद जांबाज़ रक्षक सैनिक who have to switch from the artful Chef's Knife to the inconvenient computer mouse everyday...

Met. Dept. Scientist: "Yeah, so we need a graphic for thunderstorm with rain: cumulonimbus clouds in a squall line formation, accompanied with streaks of cloud-to-ground lightning"
Creative officer: "वो क्या होता है जी????"
Met. Dept. Scientist: "eh, आप... आप बस कुछ रंग बिरंगे बादल बना दो वो mspaint software में"