Better Infrastructure for Mumbai...Really?

Just got thinking the other day, as I was driving on a Sunday, and I saw cars whiz past me, sorry ZOOM...past me and as I saw infrastructure around getting built , and I saw cars flouting every traffic signal and some drivers delivering insults and some cars signaling me to flout some rules; Do we Indians deserve better infrastructure. As far as I think…we don’t. We don’t deserve it a bit. I am happy with the state of infrastructure now because we don’t respect it. Take the eastern express highway for instance and as you see Michael Schumacher wannabes zoom past and your mind goes to the reports of the number of deaths on that road due to speeding vehicles… I realize had this been a traffic infested road, the least people would have got away with are scrapped cars…so I guess in order to save a few lives we need the traffic.; because give an empty road and we have people driving as if a wild boar or a wild elephant is chasing them.
Just today I had a car blaring into my ears cause I stuck to the speed limit of 50 on a flyover and still a heavy jumbo car wanted to zoom ahead and wanted me to shift lanes though it clearly specifies no overtaking.
Take the Worli sea link and you realize with the initial set of reports before they put a hundred speed breakers on it, did we deserve it? Did we even respect this piece of infrastructure , which should have made our lives easier but only took a couple of lives; at first we complained, that it took a million years to built and then when it gets built, Do we even care to act like civilized human beings and drive on it.
I guess I am fine with the state of infrastructure..because I know we mumbaites don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve it, nobody staying here does. Nobody with a car and no patience does.

Graceful loser.

Why can’t a human accept defeat gracefully….why does it always have to be about his ego and why is that we have conditioned our minds to win, that we brand ourselves as losers, if we don’t win. When we win whom are we pleasing and for how long.
I was in between a cricket match yesterday and I couldn’t believe what I saw at the end of 4 over’s, and the loss of 5 wickets when the batsmen lost all control and started accusing the bowlers of cuss words and then alleged that the opposing team had an outsider and then demanded a rematch. And the fight that ensued went on for 2 hours, and all this for what; A champion trophy that no one will care about the next day. This event got me thinking about what is it that gets people so crazy about being victorious all the time that when the time comes to lose they just can’t take it.
Till today we have books, fables, one liners and proverbs telling and us how to be winners. Why is there no such thing teaching us to be graceful losers? Why is that it always is about winning…in a population of million..How is that everyone can win, some people have to lose.
Who and what will teach us to accept that we can’t always win and that when we lose…we don’t necessarily become a looser.
Yeah I have a problem with the saying…failure is a stepping stone to success…not necessary. We can keep failing and not win..I guess the important part is that we tried and put in our best effort. A looser would be the person who was embarrassed enough to try.
But I guess the worst looser is the one with no sportsmanship, and make excuses for losing a game and threaten to walkout, instead of even making an attempt to try.
We have to lose …because in case we win it won’t feel that good. I mean if you were an A student throughout its so expected of you to score that way all through, the fun is when we watch a student who failed a year in school and then he works hard and goes on to pass the next year with 1st class marks. See what I mean ?????????????????????

I LOVE THAT LOVE IS BLIND

i once asked my love what he found the most attractive in me and i was expeting the most cliche of the answer..its your eyes....convienient....i mean if he was to ask me that i would have said "darling its your eyes"....but he said ..its your nose........and i guess thats when i realised that love was blind ...indeed 100 % blind...cause if you ever saw my nose ....well lets say there's nothing to describe there...and my love felt that the most imperect part of me was what he found cool..

i grew up with everyone ...(when i mean everyone it means the section of society which places the physical attributes before anything else and which primarily also includes my mom) giving me tips of achieving a nicole kidman nose , "try massaging your nose this way sraight down the bridge of your nose"...."try surgery...(my mom almost fixed an appointment which a rhinoplastery surgeon" ...."i can only see your nose on your ace".. and i had grown to detest the mirror for i thought it was true..... i could only see my nose...cause it was imbedded in my head that i had a large nose...occupying 3/4 of my face and as much as i hated it, i knew in my heart that i am not touching or mending the way god made me ......


a few years down the line ..the man of my dreams tell me that he loves my nose...well done God ....you have a purpose in placing everything at its right place.....

love the way god made you ....he has a reason in doing so....it could be your chinky eyes, your thin lips , your heavy frame, your thin frame. and if he wants to alter you..then he is definitely NOT THE ONE.