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Bombay Medical Aid Foundation is a non-governmental organisation
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was started in 1979 on a small scale with limited objectives of
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then it has grown significantly & is offering wider range of
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Indian Mujahadeen: Lapping up the lies

The court is Mumbai has left the “mastermind of the July 2006 train blasts in Mumbai free. The Anti-terror squad apparently provided no proof. All this after the media splashed the photos of these young boys on tv and in print and also of their families, accusing them of killing dozens of people. In fact, a police team in Delhi even managed to neutralise a few of these boys in the Batla House encounter. And now they tell us, it wasn’t these boys who did it.Then who was it? Does it mean no one will be held accountable again?
When the name of this group cropped up, I could’ve bet my life that they culdn’t have pulled it off in a million years. The proof that the security agencies had was shoddy and contradictory — and to say the least, could’ve been manufactured.
Also, last week, the court released a few SIMI members — a group that had been banned by the government after the Malegoan blasts where right wing hindu fundamentalist group were much later held responsible and were being probed.
Shame on the media for buying the government propoganda and lapping up stories about fictitious groups. Shame on them for not uncovering the truth behind tha facade. Shame on them for not even questioning and attending press conference after press conference, lapping up the lies.
If you look a the larger picture, people are being misled. If it wasnt the Indian Mujahidin who orchestrated the Mumbai train blasts which were massive, then who was it? Why is the government trying to implicate them? And who is being protected here? As a journalist, these are the answers I’m seeking. As citizens, dont be afraid to ask. And be not afraid to criticise the media and the government when required. Isn’t that a healthy component of a functional democracy that we claim to be?


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The Futile Pursuit of Happiness

By Jon Gertner, NYT
If Daniel Gilbert is right, then you are wrong. That is to say, if Daniel Gilbert is right, then you are wrong to believe that a new car will make you as happy as you imagine. You are wrong to believe that a new kitchen will make you happy for as long as you imagine. You are wrong to think that you will be more unhappy with a big single setback (a broken wrist, a broken heart) than with a lesser chronic one (a trick knee, a tense marriage). You are wrong to assume that job failure will be crushing. You are wrong to expect that a death in the family will leave you bereft for year upon year, forever and ever. You are even wrong to reckon that a cheeseburger you order in a restaurant — this week, next week, a year from now, it doesn’t really matter when — will definitely hit the spot. That’s because when it comes to predicting exactly how you will feel in the future, you are most likely wrong.

A professor in Harvard’s department of psychology, Gilbert likes to tell people that he studies happiness. But it would be more precise to say that Gilbert — along with the psychologist Tim Wilson of the University of Virginia, the economist George Loewenstein of Carnegie-Mellon and the psychologist (and Nobel laureate in economics) Daniel Kahneman of Princeton — has taken the lead in studying a specific type of emotional and behavioral prediction. In the past few years, these four men have begun to question the decision-making process that shapes our sense of well-being: how do we predict what will make us happy or unhappy — and then how do we feel after the actual experience? For example, how do we suppose we’ll feel if our favorite college football team wins or loses, and then how do we really feel a few days after the game? How do we predict we’ll feel about purchasing jewelry, having children, buying a big house or being rich? And then how do we regard the outcomes? According to this small corps of academics, almost all actions — the decision to buy jewelry, have kids, buy the big house or work exhaustively for a fatter paycheck — are based on our predictions of the emotional consequences of these events.

Until recently, this was uncharted territory. How we forecast our feelings, and whether those predictions match our future emotional states, had never been the stuff of laboratory research. But in scores of experiments, Gilbert, Wilson, Kahneman and Loewenstein have made a slew of observations and conclusions that undermine a number of fundamental assumptions: namely, that we humans understand what we want and are adept at improving our well-being — that we are good at maximizing our utility, in the jargon of traditional economics. Further, their work on prediction raises some unsettling and somewhat more personal questions. To understand affective forecasting, as Gilbert has termed these studies, is to wonder if everything you have ever thought about life choices, and about happiness, has been at the least somewhat naïve and, at worst, greatly mistaken.

The problem, as Gilbert and company have come to discover, is that we falter when it comes to imagining how we will feel about something in the future. It isn’t that we get the big things wrong. We know we will experience visits to Le Cirque and to the periodontist differently; we can accurately predict that we’d rather be stuck in Montauk than in a Midtown elevator. What Gilbert has found, however, is that we overestimate the intensity and the duration of our emotional reactions — our ”affect” — to future events. In other words, we might believe that a new BMW will make life perfect. But it will almost certainly be less exciting than we anticipated; nor will it excite us for as long as predicted. The vast majority of Gilbert’s test participants through the years have consistently made just these sorts of errors both in the laboratory and in real-life situations. And whether Gilbert’s subjects were trying to predict how they would feel in the future about a plate of spaghetti with meat sauce, the defeat of a preferred political candidate or romantic rejection seemed not to matter. On average, bad events proved less intense and more transient than test participants predicted. Good events proved less intense and briefer as well.

Gilbert and his collaborator Tim Wilson call the gap between what we predict and what we ultimately experience the ”impact bias” — ”impact” meaning the errors we make in estimating both the intensity and duration of our emotions and ”bias” our tendency to err. The phrase characterizes how we experience the dimming excitement over not just a BMW but also over any object or event that we presume will make us happy. Would a 20 percent raise or winning the lottery result in a contented life? You may predict it will, but almost surely it won’t turn out that way. And a new plasma television? You may have high hopes, but the impact bias suggests that it will almost certainly be less cool, and in a shorter time, than you imagine. Worse, Gilbert has noted that these mistakes of expectation can lead directly to mistakes in choosing what we think will give us pleasure. He calls this ”miswanting.”

”The average person says, ‘I know I’ll be happier with a Porsche than a Chevy,’ ” Gilbert explains. ” ‘Or with Linda rather than Rosalyn. Or as a doctor rather than as a plumber.’ That seems very clear to people. The problem is, I can’t get into medical school or afford the Porsche. So for the average person, the obstacle between them and happiness is actually getting the futures that they desire. But what our research shows — not just ours, but Loewenstein’s and Kahneman’s — is that the real problem is figuring out which of those futures is going to have the high payoff and is really going to make you happy.

”You know, the Stones said, ‘You can’t always get what you want,’ ” Gilbert adds. ”I don’t think that’s the problem. The problem is you can’t always know what you want.”

gilbert’s papers on affective forecasting began to appear in the late 1990’s, but the idea to study happiness and emotional prediction actually came to him on a sunny afternoon in October 1992, just as he and his friend Jonathan Jay Koehler sat down for lunch outside the psychology building at the University of Texas at Austin, where both men were teaching at the time. Gilbert was uninspired about his studies and says he felt despair about his failing marriage. And as he launched into a discussion of his personal life, he swerved to ask why economists focus on the financial aspects of decision making rather than the emotional ones. Koehler recalls, ”Gilbert said something like: ‘It all seems so small. It isn’t really about money; it’s about happiness. Isn’t that what everybody wants to know when we make a decision?’ ” For a moment, Gilbert forgot his troubles, and two more questions came to him. Do we even know what makes us happy? And if it’s difficult to figure out what makes us happy in the moment, how can we predict what will make us happy in the future?

In the early 1990’s, for an up-and-coming psychology professor like Gilbert to switch his field of inquiry from how we perceive one another to happiness, as he did that day, was just a hairsbreadth short of bizarre. But Gilbert has always liked questions that lead him somewhere new. Now 45, Gilbert dropped out of high school at 15, hooking into what he calls ”the tail end of the hippie movement” and hitchhiking aimlessly from town to town with his guitar. He met his wife on the road; she was hitching in the other direction. They married at 17, had a son at 18 and settled down in Denver. ”I pulled weeds, I sold rebar, I sold carpet, I installed carpet, I spent a lot of time as a phone solicitor,” he recalls. During this period he spent several years turning out science-fiction stories for magazines like Amazing Stories. Thus, in addition to being ”one of the most gifted social psychologists of our age,” as the psychology writer and professor David G. Myers describes him to me, Gilbert is the author of ”The Essence of Grunk,” a story about an encounter with a creature made of egg salad that jets around the galaxy in a rocket-powered refrigerator.

Psychology was a matter of happenstance. In the midst of his sci-fi career, Gilbert tried to sign up for a writing course at the local community college, but the class was full; he figured that psych, still accepting registrants, would help him with character development in his fiction. It led instead to an undergraduate degree at the University of Colorado at Denver, then a Ph.D. at Princeton, then an appointment at the University of Texas, then the appointment at Harvard. ”People ask why I study happiness,” Gilbert says, ”and I say, ‘Why study anything else?’ It’s the holy grail. We’re studying the thing that all human action is directed toward.”

One experiment of Gilbert’s had students in a photography class at Harvard choose two favorite pictures from among those they had just taken and then relinquish one to the teacher. Some students were told their choices were permanent; others were told they could exchange their prints after several days. As it turned out, those who had time to change their minds were less pleased with their decisions than those whose choices were irrevocable.

Much of Gilbert’s research is in this vein. Another recent study asked whether transit riders in Boston who narrowly missed their trains experienced the self-blame that people tend to predict they’ll feel in this situation. (They did not.) And a paper waiting to be published, ”The Peculiar Longevity of Things Not So Bad,” examines why we expect that bigger problems will always dwarf minor annoyances. ”When really bad things happen to us, we defend against them,” Gilbert explains. ”People, of course, predict the exact opposite. If you ask, ‘What would you rather have, a broken leg or a trick knee?’ they’d probably say, ‘Trick knee.’ And yet, if your goal is to accumulate maximum happiness over your lifetime, you just made the wrong choice. A trick knee is a bad thing to have.”

All of these studies establish the links between prediction, decision making and well-being. The photography experiment challenges our common assumption that we would be happier with the option to change our minds when in fact we’re happier with closure. The transit experiment demonstrates that we tend to err in estimating our regret over missed opportunities. The ”things not so bad” work shows our failure to imagine how grievously irritations compromise our satisfaction. Our emotional defenses snap into action when it comes to a divorce or a disease but not for lesser problems. We fix the leaky roof on our house, but over the long haul, the broken screen door we never mend adds up to more frustration.

Gilbert does not believe all forecasting mistakes lead to similar results; a death in the family, a new gym membership and a new husband are not the same, but in how they affect our well-being they are similar. ”Our research simply says that whether it’s the thing that matters or the thing that doesn’t, both of them matter less than you think they will,” he says. ”Things that happen to you or that you buy or own — as much as you think they make a difference to your happiness, you’re wrong by a certain amount. You’re overestimating how much of a difference they make. None of them make the difference you think. And that’s true of positive and negative events.”

Much of the work of Kahneman, Loewenstein, Gilbert and Wilson takes its cue from the concept of adaptation, a term psychologists have used since at least the 1950’s to refer to how we acclimate to changing circumstances. George Loewenstein sums up this human capacity as follows: ”Happiness is a signal that our brains use to motivate us to do certain things. And in the same way that our eye adapts to different levels of illumination, we’re designed to kind of go back to the happiness set point. Our brains are not trying to be happy. Our brains are trying to regulate us.” In this respect, the tendency toward adaptation suggests why the impact bias is so pervasive. As Tim Wilson says: ”We don’t realize how quickly we will adapt to a pleasurable event and make it the backdrop of our lives. When any event occurs to us, we make it ordinary. And through becoming ordinary, we lose our pleasure.”

It is easy to overlook something new and crucial in what Wilson is saying. Not that we invariably lose interest in bright and shiny things over time — this is a long-known trait — but that we’re generally unable to recognize that we adapt to new circumstances and therefore fail to incorporate this fact into our decisions. So, yes, we will adapt to the BMW and the plasma TV, since we adapt to virtually everything. But Wilson and Gilbert and others have shown that we seem unable to predict that we will adapt. Thus, when we find the pleasure derived from a thing diminishing, we move on to the next thing or event and almost certainly make another error of prediction, and then another, ad infinitum.

As Gilbert points out, this glitch is also significant when it comes to negative events like losing a job or the death of someone we love, in response to which we project a permanently inconsolable future. ”The thing I’m most interested in, that I’ve spent the most time studying, is our failure to recognize how powerful psychological defenses are once they’re activated,” Gilbert says. ”We’ve used the metaphor of the ‘psychological immune system’ — it’s just a metaphor, but not a bad one for that system of defenses that helps you feel better when bad things happen. Observers of the human condition since Aristotle have known that people have these defenses. Freud spent his life, and his daughter Anna spent her life, worrying about these defenses. What’s surprising is that people don’t seem to recognize that they have these defenses, and that these defenses will be triggered by negative events.” During the course of my interviews with Gilbert, a close friend of his died. ”I am like everyone in thinking, I’ll never get over this and life will never be good again,” he wrote to me in an e-mail message as he planned a trip to Texas for the funeral. ”But because of my work, there is always a voice in the back of my head — a voice that wears a lab coat and has a lot of data tucked under its arm — that says, ‘Yes, you will, and yes, it will.’ And I know that voice is right.”

Still, the argument that we imperfectly imagine what we want and how we will cope is nevertheless disorienting. On the one hand, it can cast a shadow of regret on some life decisions. Why did I decide that working 100 hours a week to earn more would make me happy? Why did I think retiring to Sun City, Ariz., would please me? On the other hand, it can be enlightening. No wonder this teak patio set hasn’t made me as happy as I expected. Even if she dumps me, I’ll be O.K. Either way, predicting how things will feel to us over the long term is mystifying. A large body of research on well-being seems to suggest that wealth above middle-class comfort makes little difference to our happiness, for example, or that having children does nothing to improve well-being — even as it drives marital satisfaction dramatically down. We often yearn for a roomy, isolated home (a thing we easily adapt to), when, in fact, it will probably compromise our happiness by distancing us from neighbors. (Social interaction and friendships have been shown to give lasting pleasure.) The big isolated home is what Loewenstein, 48, himself bought. ”I fell into a trap I never should have fallen into,” he told me.

Loewenstein’s office is up a narrow stairway in a hidden corner of an enormous, worn brick building on the edge of the Carnegie-Mellon campus in Pittsburgh. He and Gilbert make for an interesting contrast. Gilbert is garrulous, theatrical, dazzling in his speech and writing; he fills a room. Loewenstein is soft-spoken, given to abstraction and lithe in the way of a hard-core athlete; he seems to float around a room. Both men profess tremendous admiration for the other, and their different disciplines — psychology and economics — have made their overlapping interests in affective forecasting more complementary than fraught. While Gilbert’s most notable contribution to affective forecasting is the impact bias, Loewenstein’s is something called the ”empathy gap.”

Here’s how it expresses itself. In a recent experiment, Loewenstein tried to find out how likely people might be to dance alone to Rick James’s ”Super Freak” in front of a large audience. Many agreed to do so for a certain amount of money a week in advance, only to renege when the day came to take the stage. This sounds like a goof, but it gets at the fundamental difference between how we behave in ”hot” states (those of anxiety, courage, fear, drug craving, sexual excitation and the like) and ”cold” states of rational calm. This empathy gap in thought and behavior — we cannot seem to predict how we will behave in a hot state when we are in a cold state — affects happiness in an important but somewhat less consistent way than the impact bias. ”So much of our lives involves making decisions that have consequences for the future,” Loewenstein says. ”And if our decision making is influenced by these transient emotional and psychological states, then we know we’re not making decisions with an eye toward future consequences.” This may be as simple as an unfortunate proclamation of love in a moment of lust, Loewenstein explains, or something darker, like an act of road rage or of suicide.

Among other things, this line of inquiry has led Loewenstein to collaborate with health experts looking into why people engage in unprotected sex when they would never agree to do so in moments of cool calculation. Data from tests in which volunteers are asked how they would behave in various ”heat of the moment” situations — whether they would have sex with a minor, for instance, or act forcefully with a partner who asks them to stop — have consistently shown that different states of arousal can alter answers by astonishing margins. ”These kinds of states have the ability to change us so profoundly that we’re more different from ourselves in different states than we are from another person,” Loewenstein says.

Part of Loewenstein’s curiosity about hot and cold states comes from situations in which his emotions have been pitted against his intellect. When he’s not teaching, he treks around the world, making sure to get to Alaska to hike or kayak at least once a year. A scholar of mountaineering literature, he once wrote a paper that examined why climbers have a poor memory for pain and usually ignore turn-back times at great peril. But he has done the same thing himself many times. He almost died in a whitewater canoeing accident and vowed afterward that he never wanted to see his runaway canoe again. (A couple of hours later, he went looking for it.) The same goes for his climbing pursuits. ”You establish your turn-back time, and then you find yourself still far from the peak,” he says. ”So you push on. You haven’t brought enough food or clothes, and then as a result, you’re stuck at 13,000 feet, and you have to just sit there and shiver all night without a sleeping bag or warm clothes. When the sun comes up, you’re half-frozen, and you say, ‘Never again.’ Then you get back and immediately start craving getting out again.” He pushes the point: ”I have tried to train my emotions.” But he admits that he may make the same mistakes on his next trip.

Would a world without forecasting errors be a better world? Would a life lived without forecasting errors be a richer life? Among the academics who study affective forecasting, there seems little doubt that these sorts of questions will ultimately jump from the academy to the real world. ”If people do not know what is going to make them better off or give them pleasure,” Daniel Kahneman says, ”then the idea that you can trust people to do what will give them pleasure becomes questionable.” To Kahneman, who did some of the first experiments in the area in the early 1990’s, affective forecasting could greatly influence retirement planning, for example, where mistakes in prediction (how much we save, how much we spend, how we choose a community we think we’ll enjoy) can prove irreversible. He sees a role for affective forecasting in consumer spending, where a ”cooling off” period might remedy buyer’s remorse. Most important, he sees vital applications in health care, especially when it comes to informed consent. ”We consider people capable of giving informed consent once they are told of the objective effects of a treatment,” Kahneman says. ”But can people anticipate how they and other people will react to a colostomy or to the removal of their vocal cords? The research on affective forecasting suggests that people may have little ability to anticipate their adaptation beyond the early stages.” Loewenstein, along with his collaborator Dr. Peter Ubel, has done a great deal of work showing that nonpatients overestimate the displeasure of living with the loss of a limb, for instance, or paraplegia. To use affective forecasting to prove that people adapt to serious physical challenges far better and will be happier than they imagine, Loewenstein says, could prove invaluable.

There are downsides to making public policy in light of this research, too. While walking in Pittsburgh one afternoon, Loewenstein tells me that he doesn’t see how anybody could study happiness and not find himself leaning left politically; the data make it all too clear that boosting the living standards of those already comfortable, such as through lower taxes, does little to improve their levels of well-being, whereas raising the living standards of the impoverished makes an enormous difference. Nevertheless, he and Gilbert (who once declared in an academic paper, ”Windfalls are better than pratfalls, A’s are better than C’s, December 25 is better than April 15, and everything is better than a Republican administration”) seem to lean libertarian in regard to pushing any kind of prescriptive agenda. ”We’re very, very nervous about overapplying the research,” Loewenstein says. ”Just because we figure out that X makes people happy and they’re choosing Y, we don’t want to impose X on them. I have a discomfort with paternalism and with using the results coming out of our field to impose decisions on people.”

Still, Gilbert and Loewenstein can’t contain the personal and philosophical questions raised by their work. After talking with both men, I found it hard not to wonder about my own predictions at every turn. At times it seemed like knowing the secret to some parlor trick that was nonetheless very difficult to pull off — when I ogled a new car at the Honda dealership as I waited for a new muffler on my ‘92 Accord, for instance, or as my daughter’s fever spiked one evening and I imagined something terrible, and then something more terrible thereafter. With some difficulty, I could observe my mind overshooting the mark, zooming past accuracy toward the sublime or the tragic. It was tempting to want to try to think about the future more moderately. But it seemed nearly impossible as well.

To Loewenstein, who is especially attendant to the friction between his emotional and deliberative processes, a life without forecasting errors would most likely be a better, happier life. ”If you had a deep understanding of the impact bias and you acted on it, which is not always that easy to do, you would tend to invest your resources in the things that would make you happy,” he says. This might mean taking more time with friends instead of more time for making money. He also adds that a better understanding of the empathy gap — those hot and cold states we all find ourselves in on frequent occasions — could save people from making regrettable decisions in moments of courage or craving.

Gilbert seems optimistic about using the work in terms of improving ”institutional judgment” — how we spend health care dollars, for example — but less sanguine about using it to improve our personal judgment. He admits that he has taken some of his research to heart; for instance, his work on what he calls the psychological immune system has led him to believe that he would be able to adapt to even the worst turn of events. In addition, he says that he now takes more chances in life, a fact corroborated in at least one aspect by his research partner Tim Wilson, who says that driving with Gilbert in Boston is a terrifying, white-knuckle experience. ”But I should have learned many more lessons from my research than I actually have,” Gilbert admits. ”I’m getting married in the spring because this woman is going to make me happy forever, and I know it.” At this, Gilbert laughs, a sudden, booming laugh that fills his Cambridge office. He seems to find it funny not because it’s untrue, but because nothing could be more true. This is how he feels. ”I don’t think I want to give up all these motivations,” he says, ”that belief that there’s the good and there’s the bad and that this is a contest to try to get one and avoid the other. I don’t think I want to learn too much from my research in that sense.”

Even so, Gilbert is currently working on a complex experiment in which he has made affective forecasting errors ”go away.” In this test, Gilbert’s team asks members of Group A to estimate how they’ll feel if they receive negative personality feedback. The impact bias kicks in, of course, and they mostly predict they’ll feel terrible, when in fact they end up feeling O.K. But if Gilbert shows Group B that others have gotten the same feedback and felt O.K. afterward, then its members predict they’ll feel O.K. as well. The impact bias disappears, and the participants in Group B make accurate predictions.

This is exciting to Gilbert. But at the same time, it’s not a technique he wants to shape into a self-help book, or one that he even imagines could be practically implemented. ”Hope and fear are enduring features of the human experience,” he says, ”and it is unlikely that people are going to abandon them anytime soon just because some psychologist told them they should.” In fact, in his recent writings, he has wondered whether forecasting errors might somehow serve a larger functional purpose he doesn’t yet understand. If he could wave a wand tomorrow and eliminate all affective-forecasting errors, I ask, would he? ”The benefits of not making this error would seem to be that you get a little more happiness,” he says. ”When choosing between two jobs, you wouldn’t sweat as much because you’d say: ‘You know, I’ll be happy in both. I’ll adapt to either circumstance pretty well, so there’s no use in killing myself for the next week.’ But maybe our caricatures of the future — these overinflated assessments of how good or bad things will be — maybe it’s these illusory assessments that keep us moving in one direction over the other. Maybe we don’t want a society of people who shrug and say, ‘It won’t really make a difference.’

”Maybe it’s important for there to be carrots and sticks in the world, even if they are illusions,” he adds. ”They keep us moving towards carrots and away from sticks.”

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Culture vulture

Enough has been said about the Mangalore pub incident. But what is even more appaulling is the reactions of so many — who claim to be experts on Indian culture and “values”. The question that needs to be asked at this point is: What are Indian “values”? Who determines these? Does this mean we dress up like characters from ancient epics? Should we go back to cattle driven modes of transport? In that case (for those familiar with Mr Tharoor’s work), we should also go back to a matriarchal, polygamous society? No?
Politicization of non-issues has driven this country to ground. It would be folly to fan these fires. One can engage in a debate with people who have a point to prove — not with criminal elements with right wing alingnment.


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What freedom of speech?

http://gauravsabnis.blogspot.com/2009/01/ndtv-self-righteous-ill-advised-or-both.html
By now, anyone who has any exposure to blogs or twitter must know about
the Kunte-NDTV flap. Chetan Kunte wrote a blog post criticizing NDTV’s
and particularly Barkha Dutt’s coverage of the 26/11 Mumbai terror
attacks (the blogpost is only available through Google cache). The post is gone from Kunte’s blog, and instead we see this apology that makes for a very sad reading.


It
does not take a PhD in reading between the lines to guess what
happened. NDTV probably sent Kunte a legal notice, asking him to pull
the post down, apologize, never write about them again, and pay an
absurdly massive amount of money. Remember this legal notice from a few years back? Seems like NDTV might have used the same basic wording.


And
here’s my guess of what might have happened next. NDTV probably sent
the legal notice. Kunte, probably satisfied that the post had done its
job by raising awareness, must have agreed to take the post down. But
NDTV lawyers, or maybe even Barkha Dutt herself (I don’t know for sure)
might have insisted that unless he issues a sniffling apology, they
will take him to court and demand crores and crores. And who knows,
since they seem to have been following the IIPM playbook so closely,
maybe they even tried to contact his employers to pressure him (again,
I don’t know if this is true…. just speculating).

I don’t know which of these opinions I feel more strongly -

a)
NDTV should be ashamed of browbeating a lone blogger using legal
threats. They can dish out rough stuff, but clearly can’t take it. Some
humility might take NDTV and Dutt a long way. Sadly, the media, the
watchmen of the society seem to consider themselves more equal than
others. This self-righteousness and goonda-ism using legal cells is not
something one would have expected from a news organization.

b)
Forget the rights and wrongs, but NDTV has made such a big mistake
tactically. Even if they didn’t like what Kunte wrote, forcing him to
post an apology was extremely ill-advised. Obviously, bloggers and
tweeters and facebookers would pick up on it, and the blowback to NDTV
would spread all over the internet. And it seems to have started
already. Influential and widely read bloggers such as Shripriya, Patrix, Rohit, Prem Panicker, Sandeep
among others have already written about this. The contents of the post,
and further criticism and “shame on you”s for NDTV will receive greater
publicity and attention than Kunte’s original post ever did.

What
remains to be seen is, how will the other news channels, i.e. NDTV’s
competitors handle this news? Since their own 26/11 coverages didn’t
exactly receive bouquets, will they take a “chor-chor mauserey bhai”
approach and ignore this story in solidarity with NDTV? Or will the
competitors actually report on this and take the opportunity to claim
they are better than that? Can’t you just picture Rajdeep Sardesai on
screen talking about this story at the top of his voice, probably with
Mahesh Bhatt, saying “CNN-IBN is mature enough to take criticism in its
stride. Mahesh Bhatt, why do you think our competitors are making an
issue out of one blogger’s opinion? Your response??” And how will the
newspapers react? There are enough interconnections between TV channels
and newspapers to kill the story everywhere but on the internet.

No
matter which way you spin it, the story does not reflect well on Barkha
Dutt and NDTV. If by some minuscule chance they are reading this, my
suggestion to them, based on having lived through a similar situation -
just apologize to Kunte, praise free speech, blame the matter on some
misunderstanding or miscommunication with your legal cell, save face
and move on.

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THE BICYLCE PROJECT - Give your old bicycle to a village school child

THE BICYLCE PROJECT
Give your old bicycle to a village school child



In villages located a couple of hours outside Mumbai, there are

several children walking miles to get an education. This is the

generation that will bring about a change for the better ' for their

families, their villages, and who knows, maybe even the country and

some day, the world!

Going to school is the most important thing for these kids ' and they

know that. Which is why no distance is too long ' and walking for

hours is normal because missing school is not an option. Whether rain

or shine, blistering heat or freezing cold, these children do their

best to get to school on time, everyday.



We’re asking you to help these children by being part of

the bicycle project.



What is the bicycle project?

We’re collecting your old bicycles, which are probably of little use

to you now and lie rusting on the terrace or behind the garage. After

giving them a new lease of life, we’re going to deliver these bicycles

to the village kids in and around Maharashtra.

Phase 1 of this project will help children in the villages of Pada,

Wadi and Vikramgarh.

You will be able to come and visit these children at any time if you

wish to see how your simple gift of an old bicycle can make a huge

difference to their lives.



Why should you bother helping?

Well, we’re hoping it’ll give you that warm fuzzy feeling inside that

comes from helping those less fortunate than you. But honestly, if you

care about the state of our country, its easy to see that children’s

education is a number one priority right up there with the nutritious

food, clean water and unpolluted air ' things that children all over

the world rightfully deserve. Your bikes, bought for a number of

reasons, are lying useless and gathering rust. That same bike can get

a child to school ' a child who might turn out to be a doctor, lawyer,

teacher or even a scientist some day.



What do you have to do?

You could pick up the phone and call Hemant or Sangeeta Chhabra on

these numbers 65701730 or 9820149022 or you could email them at

sangi2007@hotmail.com. They’d be happy to have the bikes picked up and

refurbished at their own cost, after which they will pass them on to

deserving village children.



Who are these people?

Hemant and Sangeeta believe in the strength of togetherness and

community ' they want to make a difference in gentle and practical

ways. One of them is by building an organic, sustainable

environmentally friendly farmhouse called HideOut in Jhadpoli village.

This has been the base for several camps where city kids are exposed

to the nuances of rural life and are gently reintroduced to the

concept of nurturing nature. Adults too are welcome here to relax, to

reconnect with themselves and to de-stress from the rush and push of

daily life.



Why are they going to all this trouble?

After interacting with their tribal and villager neighbours over the

last 10 years, this couple have been wanting to give back in as many

ways as possible, to these simple folk. This was the germ of the idea

behind the Bicycle Project. This is not about collecting funds,

starting an NGO or roping in celebrities to get media attention. They

just want these kids to stay in school and secure a chance for a

brighter future. Wouldn’t you?

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Gooooobama

The 44th president of the United States is an African American. Yes, there’s Hope for those who strive to work past generations of oppression and tyranny. Now, there’s Hope for all those who disbelieve in non-violent struggles. It’s not easy to overcome, but it is possible. Freedom might seem a distant dream, but it is achievable… even inevitable. Now, there’s Hope. Hope for all the stifled voices, all the tortured bodies, all those denied justice, all those who lost hope ages ago, all the orphaned children, all those denied basic necessities, all those denied education, all those who succumbed to insanity. Now, there’s hope. And hope is good. It keeps you going. Busy. Motivated. Strong. Unstoppable. Thank God for Hope. If there’s Hope, there can be Peace.
So here I am, Hoping for Peace.



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hello people

hey guys, sorry i bailed out on you guys for far too long…. kya karein… life isn’t predictable. But the good news is Im back :-) Hope everyone has been well (and many, i can see still writing..). Do let me know how things are with y’all.Lookin fwd to some serious blogging :-)


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No mood for revenge

Just thought I’d share this…
If you knew the secret history of those you would like to punish, you
would find a sorrow and suffering enough to disarm your hostility.
? Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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And still we stand tall…

The death of an Editor
Having been at meetings all morning, I heard about the brutal attack on
courageous editor Lasantha Wickramatunga only around 12.30 pm on Thursday,
January 8 - almost two full hours after it happened. At that moment, doctors

were desperately trying to save his life at a public hospital just two
kilometres from our office.

My colleague Manori, who passed on the shocking news, added hopefully: “If I
know anything about Lasantha, he’s a fighter.” We both clung on to the slim

chance that he would somehow make it. Across the nation, thousands
collectively held their breath.

Just past 1 pm, I phoned my friend Dilrukshi, one of Lasantha’s deputy
editors. She wasn’t answering so I didn’t persist. But she phoned back a few

minutes later to say Lasantha was in a ‘critical condition’ - doctors
won’t/can’t say anything else. She briefly described what she knew and saw -
details that would soon be reported by a myriad news outlets across the

media spectrum. Lasantha and his team always knew how much of a marked man
he was. Their worst fears were now unfolding…

Having spent a couple of hours at the Kalubowila Hospital, Dilrukshi was
heading back to their newspaper office in Ratmalana. Thursday was typically

the busiest day of the week for the folks at The Sunday Leader. “We have to
put the paper together, no matter what,” she said in a strained voice laced
with determination. “He would expect nothing less.”


The grim news came barely an hour later: Lasantha had lost his final battle.

I decided to leave Dilrukshi and team to do their job. Later that afternoon,
I sent her a text message, saying: “I am so very sorry. Been in tears most

of this pm. Suggest you print Pastor Niemoeller as a caution to our zombies
who still cheerlead blood thirsty war heroes.”

Before the sun went down that day, I also wrote a brief blog post in memory
of my one time colleague:

http://movingimages.wordpress.com/2009/01/08/lasantha-wickramatunga-in-memoriam/

By coincidence, I had already invoked the famous words (”First they came for

the Jews…”) by the German theologian, Martin Niemoeller, in a blog comment
protesting the attack on Sirasa/MTV,  the country’s largest private
broadcaster, on the night of January 6. The two attacks both aimed to

silence independent voices that were not tamed by the rhetoric of patriotism
and Sinhala nationalism. What I didn’t know at the time was that Lasantha
had been fond of these very words of Niemoeller, and quoted it often.


And Niemoeller figures prominently in - and provides the apt heading for -
the very last editorial to be signed under Lasantha’s name, which appears in
today’s edition of The Sunday Leader, produced and delivered to the

newsstands to the same standard as day broke. I have no idea which one - or
several - of his team members actually penned it, but I can’t find the
slightest difference in style. Therein lies our only hope: their mentor lies

fallen in a casket, but his spirit and passion are out there…

So here it is, the one and only Lasantha Wickramatunga for the last time:

http://www.thesundayleader.lk/20090111/editorial-.htm

The Sunday Leader Editorial: 11 January 2009
And Then They Came For Me

No other profession calls on its practitioners to lay down their lives for
their art save the armed forces and, in Sri Lanka, journalism. In the course

of the past few years, the independent media have increasingly come under
attack. Electronic and print-media institutions have been burnt, bombed,
sealed and coerced. Countless journalists have been harassed, threatened and

killed. It has been my honour to belong to all those categories and now
especially the last.

I have been in the business of journalism a good long time. Indeed, 2009
will be The Sunday Leader’s 15th year. Many things have changed in Sri Lanka

during that time, and it does not need me to tell you that the greater part
of that change has been for the worse. We find ourselves in the midst of a
civil war ruthlessly prosecuted by protagonists whose bloodlust knows no

bounds. Terror, whether perpetrated by terrorists or the state, has become
the order of the day. Indeed, murder has become the primary tool whereby the
state seeks to control the organs of liberty. Today it is the journalists,

tomorrow it will be the judges. For neither group have the risks ever been
higher or the stakes lower.

Why then do we do it? I often wonder that. After all, I too am a husband,
and the father of three wonderful children. I too have responsibilities and

obligations that transcend my profession, be it the law or journalism. Is it
worth the risk? Many people tell me it is not. Friends tell me to revert to
the bar, and goodness knows it offers a better and safer livelihood. Others,

including political leaders on both sides, have at various times sought to
induce me to take to politics, going so far as to offer me ministries of my
choice. Diplomats, recognising the risk journalists face in Sri Lanka, have

offered me safe passage and the right of residence in their countries.
Whatever else I may have been stuck for, I have not been stuck for choice.

But there is a calling that is yet above high office, fame, lucre and

security. It is the call of conscience.

The Sunday Leader has been a controversial newspaper because we say it like
we see it: whether it be a spade, a thief or a murderer, we call it by that
name. We do not hide behind euphemism. The investigative articles we print

are supported by documentary evidence thanks to the public-spiritedness of
citizens who at great risk to themselves pass on this material to us. We
have exposed scandal after scandal, and never once in these 15 years has

anyone proved us wrong or successfully prosecuted us.

The free media serve as a mirror in which the public can see itself sans
mascara and styling gel. From us you learn the state of your nation, and
especially its management by the people you elected to give your children a

better future. Sometimes the image you see in that mirror is not a pleasant
one. But while you may grumble in the privacy of your armchair, the
journalists who hold the mirror up to you do so publicly and at great risk

to themselves. That is our calling, and we do not shirk it.

Every newspaper has its angle, and we do not hide the fact that we have
ours. Our commitment is to see Sri Lanka as a transparent, secular, liberal

democracy. Think about those words, for they each has profound meaning.
Transparent because government must be openly accountable to the people and
never abuse their trust. Secular because in a multi-ethnic and
multi-cultural society such as ours, secularism offers the only common

ground by which we might all be united. Liberal because we recognise that
all human beings are created different, and we need to accept others for
what they are and not what we would like them to be. And democratic… well,

if you need me to explain why that is important, you’d best stop buying this
paper.

The Sunday Leader has never sought safety by unquestioningly articulating
the majority view. Let’s face it, that is the way to sell newspapers. On the

contrary, as our opinion pieces over the years amply demonstrate, we often
voice ideas that many people find distasteful. For example,  we have
consistently espoused the view that while separatist terrorism must be

eradicated, it is more important to address the root causes of terrorism,
and urged government to view Sri Lanka’s ethnic strife in the context of
history and not through the telescope of terrorism. We have also agitated

against state terrorism in the so-called war against terror, and made no
secret of our horror that Sri Lanka is the only country in the world
routinely to bomb its own citizens. For these views we have been labelled

traitors, and if this be treachery, we wear that label proudly.

Many people suspect that The Sunday Leader has a political agenda: it does
not. If we appear more critical of the government than of the opposition it

is only because we believe that - pray excuse cricketing argot - there is no
point in bowling to the fielding side. Remember that for the few years of
our existence in which the UNP was in office, we proved to be the biggest

thorn in its flesh, exposing excess and corruption wherever it occurred.
Indeed, the steady stream of embarrassing expos‚s we published may well have
served to precipitate the downfall of that government.

Neither should our distaste for the war be interpreted to mean that we

support the Tigers. The LTTE are among the most ruthless and bloodthirsty
organisations ever to have infested the planet. There is no gainsaying that
it must be eradicated. But to do so by violating the rights of Tamil

citizens, bombing and shooting them mercilessly, is not only wrong but
shames the Sinhalese, whose claim to be custodians of the dhamma is forever
called into question by this savagery, much of which is unknown to the

public because of censorship.

What is more, a military occupation of the country’s north and east will
require the Tamil people of those regions to live eternally as second-class
citizens, deprived of all self respect. Do not imagine that you can placate

them by showering “development” and “reconstruction” on them in the post-war
era. The wounds of war will scar them forever, and you will also have an
even more bitter and hateful Diaspora to contend with. A problem amenable to

a political solution will thus become a festering wound that will yield
strife for all eternity. If I seem angry and frustrated, it is only because
most of my countrymen - and all of the government - cannot see this writing

so plainly on the wall.

It is well known that I was on two occasions brutally assaulted, while on
another my house was sprayed with machine-gun fire. Despite the government’s
sanctimonious assurances, there was never a serious police inquiry into the

perpetrators of these attacks, and the attackers were never apprehended. In
all these cases, I have reason to believe the attacks were inspired by the
government. When finally I am killed, it will be the government that kills

me.

The irony in this is that, unknown to most of the public, Mahinda and I have
been friends for more than a quarter century. Indeed, I suspect that I am
one of the few people remaining who routinely addresses him by his first

name and uses the familiar Sinhala address oya when talking to him. Although
I do not attend the meetings he periodically holds for newspaper editors,
hardly a month passes when we do not meet, privately or with a few close

friends present, late at night at President’s House. There we swap yarns,
discuss politics and joke about the good old days. A few remarks to him
would therefore be in order here.

Mahinda, when you finally fought your way to the SLFP presidential

nomination in 2005, nowhere were you welcomed more warmly than in this
column. Indeed, we broke with a decade of tradition by referring to you
throughout by your first name. So well known were your commitments to human

rights and liberal values that we ushered you in like a breath of fresh air.
Then, through an act of folly, you got yourself involved in the Helping
Hambantota scandal. It was after a lot of soul-searching that we broke the

story, at the same time urging you to return the money. By the time you did
so several weeks later, a great blow had been struck to your reputation. It
is one you are still trying to live down.

You have told me yourself that you were not greedy for the presidency. You

did not have to hanker after it: it fell into your lap. You have told me
that your sons are your greatest joy, and that you love spending time with
them, leaving your brothers to operate the machinery of state. Now, it is

clear to all who will see that that machinery has operated so well that my
sons and daughter do not themselves have a father.

In the wake of my death I know you will make all the usual sanctimonious
noises and call upon the police to hold a swift and thorough inquiry. But

like all the inquiries you have ordered in the past, nothing will come of
this one, too. For truth be told, we both know who will be behind my death,
but dare not call his name. Not just my life, but yours too, depends on it.


Sadly, for all the dreams you had for our country in your younger days, in
just three years you have reduced it to rubble. In the name of patriotism
you have trampled on human rights, nurtured unbridled corruption and

squandered public money like no other President before you. Indeed, your
conduct has been like a small child suddenly let loose in a toyshop. That
analogy is perhaps inapt because no child could have caused so much blood to

be spilled on this land as you have, or trampled on the rights of its
citizens as you do. Although you are now so drunk with power that you cannot
see it, you will come to regret your sons having so rich an inheritance of

blood. It can only bring tragedy. As for me, it is with a clear conscience
that I go to meet my Maker. I wish, when your time finally comes, you could
do the same. I wish.

As for me, I have the satisfaction of knowing that I walked tall and bowed

to no man. And I have not travelled this journey alone. Fellow journalists
in other branches of the media walked with me: most of them are now dead,
imprisoned without trial or exiled in far-off lands. Others walk in the

shadow of death that your Presidency has cast on the freedoms for which you
once fought so hard. You will never be allowed to forget that my death took
place under your watch. As anguished as I know you will be, I also know that

you will have no choice but to protect my killers: you will see to it that
the guilty one is never convicted. You have no choice. I feel sorry for you,
and Shiranthi will have a long time to spend on her knees when next she goes

for Confession for it is not just her owns sins which she must confess, but
those of her extended family that keeps you in office.

As for the readers of The Sunday Leader, what can I say but Thank You for
supporting our mission. We have espoused unpopular causes, stood up for

those too feeble to stand up for themselves, locked horns with the high and
mighty so swollen with power that they have forgotten their roots, exposed
corruption and the waste of your hard-earned tax rupees, and made sure that

whatever the propaganda of the day, you were allowed to hear a contrary
view. For this I - and my family - have now paid the price that I have long
known I will one day have to pay. I am - and have always been - ready for

that. I have done nothing to prevent this outcome: no security, no
precautions. I want my murderer to know that I am not a coward like he is,
hiding behind human shields while condemning thousands of innocents to

death. What am I among so many? It has long been written that my life would
be taken, and by whom. All that remains to be written is when.

That The Sunday Leader will continue fighting the good fight, too, is

written. For I did not fight this fight alone. Many more of us have to be -
and will be - killed before The Leader is laid to rest. I hope my
assassination will be seen not as a defeat of freedom but an inspiration for

those who survive to step up their efforts. Indeed, I hope that it will help
galvanise forces that will usher in a new era of human liberty in our
beloved motherland. I also hope it will open the eyes of your President to

the fact that however many are slaughtered in the name of patriotism, the
human spirit will endure and flourish. Not all the Rajapakses combined can
kill that.

People often ask me why I take such risks and tell me it is a matter of time

before I am bumped off. Of course I know that: it is inevitable. But if we
do not speak out now, there will be no one left to speak for those who
cannot, whether they be ethnic minorities, the disadvantaged or the

persecuted. An example that has inspired me throughout my career in
journalism has been that of the German theologian, Martin Niem”ller. In his
youth he was an anti-Semite and an admirer of  Hitler. As Nazism took hold

in Germany, however, he saw Nazism for what it was: it was not just the Jews
Hitler sought to extirpate, it was just about anyone with an alternate point
of view. Niem”ller spoke out, and for his trouble was incarcerated in the

Sachsenhausen and Dachau concentration camps from 1937 to 1945, and very
nearly executed. While incarcerated, Niem”ller wrote a poem that, from the
first time I read it in my teenage years, stuck hauntingly in my mind:


First they came for the Jews

           and I did not speak out because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for the Communists

           and I did not speak out because I was not a Communist.


Then they came for the trade unionists

           and I did not speak out because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for me

           and there was no one left to speak out for me.

If you remember nothing else, remember this: The Leader is there for you, be

you Sinhalese, Tamil, Muslim, low-caste, homosexual, dissident or disabled.
Its staff will fight on, unbowed and unafraid, with the courage to which you
have become accustomed. Do not take that commitment for granted.  Let there

be no doubt that whatever sacrifices we journalists make, they are not made
for our own glory or enrichment: they are made for you. Whether you deserve
their sacrifice is another matter. As for me, God knows I tried.



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