The republic and the comrade

So, the Republic of India celebrates yet another year, passing away in the midst of chaos, and confusion, more by the inflation, rather than terrorism. The recent surge in the prices of the daily commodities has indeed struck terror in the minds of the unsuspecting common man, and the fear is likely to prevail in the coming financial year as well.
 
  That aside, there were some notable happenings that took place in the past few days; the demise of Comrade Basu being one of the most highlighted. As much has already been discussed about, in various newspapers, bulletins and forums; I wouldn't say much, except for the acknowledgement of one thing he really did right. (although he remained on the left, for most of his life!) And that was donating his body for dissection to a medical research institute (IPGMER, if I'm not wrong)

 Now, that inspired me to do the same as well, along with hundreds or more!) of other comrades, in Bengal and elsewhere. A noble deed such as this needs to be publicized as  much as possible, so that more and more people come out and donate their organs/bodies, so that they could be put to better use, their death, rather than just taking up valuable land, scarce firewood.

 That would even reduce the land/wood/emissions problems along with addressing the more important issues like scarcity of cadaver/organs for medical purposes.

 Can't help but thinking that Jyoti da might have triggered off a new awakening already, albeit this time, from the heavens above.

 Adios... amigo.

A new beginning..

Finally we are there..

The first decade of the millennium is almost over now.(except for a few days of course!)
And I thought I might not be able to make it, in one-piece!

With so many strange things happening with me yesterday (It is nothing new for me, as the the ol' cronies would agree..) I decided I'd be better off sending this mail well after the new year has turned stale (i.e. after the first 24 hrs have passed already!)

It has been a unique year indeed. (as if that is an exception!) memorable at times, and at times, plainly forgettable. It had given me joy, along with a few tears.. (I'll be using Johnson & Johnsons' from the next year! ;-)

Tragic at times, and at certain places, humorous (Now that is something different from the para above!)

I've learned from this year, the following lessons:

1. You can end up in the worst of situations with the best of intentions.
2. Time, tide and trains wait for none..
3. When you realize that you're going through a 'bad-day at the office', just take an half-day, instead of trying to convert it into a 'good-day'

And the following are the gems that I picked up during these 12 months:

1. Context is as important as the text itself.
2. The only person you can always bank upon is yourself.
3. The only stupid question is the one you fail to ask. (and get yourself in trouble later on!;-)

It is always better to finish things off before they become an albatross in your neck, that's why I'm ending this off right away, rather than mulling over it for another day..

Till then,