Bravo! Baichung!

Baichung Bhutia refuses to carry Olympic torch-India-The Times of India

Baichug Bhutia, as a Buddhist, has not compromised his ideals and has protested against the Chinese government's acts in a significant way. He has also shown up the UPA government (I don't think NDA would have done better here, just for the record) for the spineless entity it is - kowtowing to Communist China's muscle while being hurt internally by the Communists of Greater China India.

Baichung's act might lead him to the status of a political pariah - ostracized by the government for voicing his conscience. I won't be surprised if he loses his football captaincy.

However, the Dalai Lama has been in India for a long time now. And, significantly, the Chinese government did not invite any envoys from India as part of the international delegation to tour affected parts of Tibet. Hopefully, this shows that our government is standing up well to China.

But what is worse than the Chinese government's act is its shameless endorsement by Communist comrades in India who are stuck I don't know where. Internal matter, indeed! They bat more for the PRC than for India. Where are the holier-than-thou armchair human rights activists now? Their silence on the matter is indeed deafening.

Considering what the others have not done and what Baichung has actually done, the least I could do is to write this post and exclaim, "Bravo! Baichung!"

About a few things and generally nothing

It was when I typed the name of my blog in the browser that I realized how long it had been since I had blogged. The fact that the history/auto-complete feature did not complete the name of this blog caused this realization.

This is probably my second post in all of 2008 so far, which is amazing considering that I had 57 posts in all of 2007, averaging a post a week. January 2008 signaled the beginning of a very hectic period at work and it looks like it will be like this for the rest of the year as well. Steeped in this work-well as I am, I wonder how I wrote so many posts last year at all! In fact, 57 posts in 2007 makes me feel guilty now!

Anyhow, it is a very pleasant March in Bangalore with the mercury still pegged down at a comfortable level.

My daily commute, unchanging everyday, cuts through Bangalore with a slightly irregular monotony. The leaves fell off the trees in Cubbon Park and are back heralding in a new season. Traffic jams still occur and my cursing my co-commuters has come down. When some one cuts across in front of me, I give them a sympathetic smile now. (Poor guy, must have an urgent meeting to attend!)

I managed to read a few books in this forced hiatus.

Bhyrappa's Bhitti was completed leaving me wondering if Bhyrappa is really free of human frailty as his book shows. He comes across as this struggler and fighter in the initial part and how he came to be a writer was also brought out quite well. But I did not see a single incident where he commits a gaffe or where somebody proved him wrong. I got to know from somebody else (who has interacted with Bhyrappa personally) that my thinking was on the right track. Very difficult struggles in the initial part of his life (something that nobody should have to go through, IMO) seem to have hardened him in a few ways. Of course, his sensitivity as a writer and artist have remained as responsive as ever. That also made me wonder that if not for his struggles, would Bhyrappa have been a run-of-the-mill professor in a suburban college of Karnataka instead of this path breaking, philosophical novelist?

And then, of course, Kanthapura. Raja Rao has woven a fascinating, albeit distressing tale about a town that is no more. I don't know where Raja Rao's political inclinations lay - but his writing shows a distinct distaste for political maneuvers of all kinds - be it the imperialistic British or the ahimsa of Gandhi. The idealist Shankar is mocked for all his wide-eyed optimism. All his satyagrahas were finally to what end? Raja Rao's English has a distinct fragrance of Malnad Kannada and it is wonderful that his narration comes quite believably from an old lady. That voice of innocence is spread through the novel and at the end it makes the reader quite sad. It is as if my grand mother is narrating a tale on a rainy overcast afternoon after serving me a tasty and heavy meal. I could hear the rain drops pattering when I turned the page.

"The Razor's Edge" by Somerset Maugham is set in the ten-fifteen year period around the Great Depression of 1929. This was my first Maugham novel and my main reason in picking up a second hand copy from Blossoms was a mention I had heard somewhere about Ramana Maharshi. A character very close to Sri Ramana makes its presence in a narrative by one of the principal characters towards almost the end of the novel. Maugham's characterization elicits sympathies for all its characters and you feel convinced that each character did what it would exactly do under the circumstances. Larry Darrell, Elliott Templeton and Isabel are the chief characters and their ways are all completely different. I felt more sorry for Elliott than the others. Somerset Maugham as the narrator and a minor character in the novel is an interesting way - as either the narrators usually are the protagonists in novels with first person narratives. It is interesting but I feel it could have been better without it. But of course, it just tells the reader what the author saw and leaves the reader to fill in the gaps. Apparently, this is not the author's best work. So, I would have to read a couple more of his books. An interesting read is what I would call this.

While each of the above took a while to take in, the fat "Prometheus Deception" by Robert Ludlum took me a few hours to run through. It had been a long time since I had indulged in any pulp-fiction and this was a refreshing roller coaster ride with all the usual masala - international intrigue, a formidable protagonist, espionage, gizmos and beautiful women thrown in for good measure. I enjoyed the change. While the others are more of nutritious food, this was more like fast food - something you enjoy eating anytime but should show moderation in.

I managed to barely enter a couple of other books - but slow paced as the readers need to be - they need to be given a nice cushion of time. bhoja's chaMpU-rAmAyaNam and kuveMpu's rAmAyaNa-darshanam. Both of them poetic works on the rAmAyaNa and yet they make you feel as if you are reading completely different things. I will contrast them later - but both are immensely enjoyable.

I will see if I can write more later - on several interesting things that have happened in the meanwhile - the IPL hungama, India's famous and notorious cricketing and non-cricketing exploits Down Under, elections in Karnataka that seem forever on the horizon, the looming threat of terrorism in normally peaceful South India, the interesting possibility of a US president of African-American heritage and on so on.

Till then, take care.

ಪೂಜೆಯ ಹೂಗಳು

ನಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಯ ವಿಸ್ತೀರ್ಣ ಅಷ್ಟು ದೊಡ್ಡದಲ್ಲ. ಆದರೆ ಗಿಡಗಳೂ ಹೂಗಳೆಂದರೆ ನಮ್ಮ ತಾಯಿಗೆ ಬಹಳಷ್ಟು ಪ್ರೀತಿ. ಆದ್ದರಿಂದ ಮನೆಯ ಮೇಲ್ಛಾವಣಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲವು ಹೂವಿನ ಕುಂಡಗಳನ್ನು ಇಟ್ಟಿದ್ದೇವೆ. ದೇವರ ಪೂಜೆಗೆ ಆಗುವ ಅರ್ಧದಷ್ಟು ಹೂವು ಇಲ್ಲಿ ನಿತ್ಯವೂ ಸಿಗುತ್ತದೆ. ಬೇಸಗೆಯಲ್ಲಂತೂ ಸಾಕಷ್ಟು ಸಿಗುತ್ತದೆ.

ನಾನು ಮನೆಯ ಮೇಲ್ಛಾವಣಿಗೆ ಹೋಗುವುದು ಅಪರೂಪ. ತಿಂಗಳುಗಟ್ಟಲೆ ಆಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಹೋಗದೇ ಇದ್ದೇನೆ. ಏಕೆಂದರೆ ಅದು ನನ್ನ ಡಿಪಾರ್ಟ್ ಮೆಂಟ್ ಅಲ್ಲ. ಹೋದರೆ ಈಗೊಮ್ಮೆ ಹಾಗೊಮ್ಮೆ. ಹೋದಾಗ ಆ ಹಸಿರು, ಆ ಬಣ್ಣದ ಹೂಗಳನ್ನು ನೋಡಿ "ಇಲ್ಲೇಕೆ ಪದೇ ಪದೇ ಬರಬಾರದು?" ಎಂಬ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆ ಮೂಡುತ್ತದೆ. ಅದಾದ ಮೇಲೆ ಒಂದೆರಡು ದಿನ ಅಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಹೋಗುವುದೂ ಆಗುತ್ತದೆ. ಆಮೇಲೆ ಮಾಮೂಲು ಕೆಲಸ. ಮನೆಯ ಮೇಲಿನ ಹಸಿರಿನ ಮೇಲೆ ಗಮನವಿರುವುದಿಲ್ಲ.

ಹೀಗೊಮ್ಮೆ ನಾನು ಮೇಲೆ ಹೋದಾಗ ನನ್ನ ಪಾಲಿಗೆ ಗಿಡಗಳಿಗೆ ನೀರುಣಿಸುವ, ಜೊತೆಗೆ ದೇವರ ಪೂಜೆಗೆಂದು ಹೂಗಳನ್ನು ಆರಿಸುವ ಕೆಲಸಗಳು ಬಂದವು. ಹೋದಾಗ ಬೆಳಗಿನ ಸುಮಾರು ಏಳರ ಸಮಯ. ತಣ್ಣನೆಯ ಗಾಳಿ ಬೀಸಿತ್ತು. ಪೂರ್ವದಲ್ಲಿ ಭಾಸ್ಕರನು ಮೇಲಕ್ಕೆ ಬರುತ್ತಿದ್ದ. ಹಾರಿದ್ದ ನಿದ್ದೆಯ ಮಂಪರಿನ ನನಗೆ ಗಿಡಗಳು ಶಾಲೆಗೆ ಬರುವ ಅಪರಿಚಿತನನ್ನು ಆಶ್ಚರ್ಯ-ಸಂತೋಷಗಳಿಂದ ಕಾಣುವ ಪಾಠದ ಕೋಣೆಯಲ್ಲಿರುವ ಮಕ್ಕಳ ಹಾಗೆ ಕಂಡವು. ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಆಹ್ಲಾದವಾಯ್ತು.

ನೀರುಣಿಸುವುದೋ ಹೂವನ್ನು ಬಿಡಿಸುವುದೋ ಎಂಬ ಯೋಚನೆ ಬಂದಿತು. ಅದರ ಆಹಾರವನ್ನು ಕೊಟ್ಟು ನಂತರ ಅವುಗಳಿಂದ ಪಡೆಯೋಣವೆಂದು ನೀರನ್ನು ಕೊಳವೆಯ ಮೂಲಕ ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದು ಕುಂಡಕ್ಕೂ ಬಿಡುತ್ತ ಬಂದೆ. ಆ ಕುಂಡಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ನೀರು ಆರಿ ಮಣ್ಣು ಒಣಗಿಹೋಗಿತ್ತು. ಹಸಿವಾದವನ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಯೊಳಗೆ ಹೋಗಿ ಎಲೆಯಿಂದ ಖಾಲಿಯಾಗುವ ಊಟದ ಹಾಗೆ ನೀರೆಲ್ಲವೂ ಇಂಗುತ್ತ ಹೋಯ್ತು. ಇವೆಲ್ಲವೂ ಸರ್ವೇ ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯವಾದರೂ ಕೆಲಸದ ಕಗ್ಗಂಟಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಕಟ್ಟಿಹೋಗಿದ್ದ ನನಗೆ ಹೊಸದಾಗಿ ಸುಂದರವಾಗಿ ಕಂಡಿತು.

ತನ್ನ ಸಂತತಿಯನ್ನು ಮುಂದುವರೆಸುವುದು ಎಲ್ಲ ಜೀವಿಗಳ ಲಕ್ಷಣ. ಒಂದೇ ಜೀವಕೋಶದ ಅಮೀಬಾದಿಂದ ಹಲವು ಟನ್ನುಗಳಷ್ಟು ತೂಗುವ ತಿಮಿಂಗಿಲದ ವರೆಗೂ ಇದೇ ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯದ ಅಂಶ. ಸಸ್ಯಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಇದಾಗುವುದು ಮುಖ್ಯವಾಗಿ ಹೂಗಳಿಂದ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ? ಹೂಗಳು ತಮ್ಮ ಬಣ್ಣಬಣ್ಣದ ದಳಗಳಿಂದ ಚಿಟ್ಟೆ ಮುಂತಾದ ಕೀಟಗಳನ್ನು ಆಕರ್ಷಿಸಿ ತನ್ನ ಸಂತತಿಯನ್ನು ಮುಂದುವರೆಸಲು ಕಾರಣವಾಗುತ್ತದೆಯಲ್ಲವೇ? ಇದೇ ಹೂವು ಹಣ್ಣೂ ಆಗಿ ಬೀಜಗಳ ಮೂಲಕ ದೂರ ಹರಡಿ ತನ್ನ ಸಂತಾನದ ವೃದ್ಧಿಗೆ ಕಾರಣವಲ್ಲವೇ?

ಈ ಯೋಚನೆಗಳ ನಡುವೆ ಹೂವನ್ನು ಬಿಡಿಸುವ ಸರದಿ ಬಂದಿತು. ಪೂಜೆಗೆ ನಿತ್ಯವೂ ಹೂವನ್ನುಪಯೋಗಿಸುತ್ತೇವೆ. ಆದರೆ ಅಂದು ಗಿಡದ ಮೇಲೆ ನಗುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ಆ ಹೂವನ್ನು ನಮ್ಮ ದೇವರ ಪೂಜೆಗೆ ಕೊಯ್ಯುವುದು ನನಗೆ ಅಷ್ಟು ಹಿತವೆನಿಸಲಿಲ್ಲ. ದೇವರು ನಿತ್ಯತೃಪ್ತನು. ನಮ್ಮ ಪೂಜೆಯ ಮೂಲಕ ಅವನನ್ನು ಮೆಚ್ಚಿಸುತ್ತೇವೆ ಅನ್ನುವುದು ಹಾಸ್ಯಾಸ್ಪದವೇ ಸರಿ. ಅಂಥ ದೇವನ ಪೂಜೆಗೆ ಅವನದೇ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಯಾದ ಹೂವನ್ನು ಅವನ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಯೇ ಆದ ನಾವು ಉಪಯೋಗಿಸುವುದು ಒಂದು ರೀತಿ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿಯೇ ಕಂಡರೂ ("ಕೆರೆಯ ನೀರನು ಕೆರೆಗೆ ಚೆಲ್ಲಿ") ಇದರ ಅರ್ಥವೇನು ಎಂದು ಅನ್ನಿಸದೇ ಇರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಹೂವನ್ನು ಬಿಡಿಸಿದ ತಕ್ಷಣ ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಪ್ರಾಣವೇನಿದ್ದರೂ ಇಲ್ಲವಾಗುತ್ತದೆ. ಆ ನಿರ್ಜೀವಕುಸುಮಗಳಿಂದ ನಾವು ದೇವರ ಪ್ರತೀಕವನ್ನೋ ಮನೆಯನ್ನೋ ಸುಂದರ ಸ್ತ್ರೀಯೊಬ್ಬಳ ಕೃಷ್ಣಕಬರಿಯನ್ನೋ ಅಥವಾ ನಿರ್ಜೀವವೇ ಆದ ಗತಪ್ರಾಣವಾದ ದೇಹವನ್ನೋ ಅಲಂಕರಿಸುತ್ತೇವೆ. ಎಂಥ ವಿಪರ್ಯಾಸ!

ಆ ಹೂಗಳ ಅಸ್ತಿತ್ವ ಇದಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಹೆಚ್ಚಲ್ಲವೇ? ನಮ್ಮ ನಯನಮನೋಹರಣಕ್ಕಾಗಿಯೇ ಇವಿರುವುದು?

ಯಜ್ಞಗಳ ನೆನಪು ಬರದೇ ಇರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಅಲ್ಲೂ ಹಿಂದೆ ಪಶುವಧೆ ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯವಾಗಿತ್ತು. ಯಜ್ಞಪಶುವು ಸ್ವರ್ಗಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋಗುವುದೆಂದು ಋತ್ವಿಜರ ನಂಬಿಕೆ. ಹಾಗೆಯೇ ಹೂವಿನ ಕೃತಕೃತ್ಯತೆ ದೇವರ ಪ್ರತೀಕದ ಸ್ಪರ್ಶಾಲಂಕಾರಗಳಲ್ಲಿಯೇ ಇರುವುದೆಂದು ನಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ ಬಹಳ ಜನರ ನಂಬಿಕೆಯಲ್ಲವೇ? ಹೂವು ದೇವರನ್ನು ಸೇರಿದರೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಪುಣ್ಯವೆಂದು, ಹಾಗೆ ಮಾಡಿದಾಗ ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಮಾಡಬಹುದಾದಂಥ ಎಲ್ಲ ಉಪಕಾರವನ್ನು ಮಾಡಿರುವುದಾಗಿಯೇ ನಮ್ಮ ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯ ಚಿಂತನೆ. ನಮ್ಮಿಂದ ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಮಾಡಲಾಗದ ವಸ್ತುಗಳಿಂದ ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಮೀರಿದ ಒಂದು ಕಲ್ಪನೆಯನ್ನು ಆರಾಧಿಸುತ್ತೇವೆ.

ಯುದ್ಧವೂ ಪೂಜೆಯಲ್ಲವೆ? ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಆರಾಧಿಸಲ್ಪಡುವ ದೈವ ಅವರವರ ದೇಶ/ಮತ ಅಥವಾ ಆ ಯುದ್ಧಗಳ ಧುರೀಣರ ಅಹಂಕಾರ. ಪೂಜೆಯ ಹೂಗಳೋ ಯುದ್ಧಮಾಡುವ ಸೈನಿಕರು. ಒಂದೇ ವ್ಯತ್ಯಾಸವೇನೆಂದರೆ ಗೆದ್ದರೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ಪೂಜೆ ಸಂದ ಹಾಗಾಗುವುದು. ಇಲ್ಲವೆಂದರೆ ಯುದ್ಧವೆಂಬ ಪೂಜೆ ನಿರರ್ಥಕವಾಗಿಬಿಡುವುದು. ನಿತ್ಯದ ಪೂಜೆಯಾದ ಮೇಲೆ ಆ ದಿನ ಮಾತ್ರ ದೇವರ ಮೇಲೆ ಹೂವಿರುತ್ತದೆ. ಇಂದಿನ ಪವಿತ್ರ ಹೂಗಳು ನಾಳಿನ ನಿರ್ಮಾಲ್ಯವಾಗಿ, ಗೌರವಕ್ಕೆ ಅರ್ಹವಾದರೂ, ವಿಸರ್ಜಿಸಬೇಕಾದುವು. ಯುದ್ಧದಲ್ಲೂ ಹಾಗೆಯೇ ಅಲ್ಲವೆ?

ಹೀಗೆ ಸಾಗಿದ ಯೋಚನೆಯ ಯಾನಕ್ಕೆ ರಸ್ತೆಯ ತಡೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿತು - ಕೆಳಗಿನಿಂದ ಮನೆಯವರ ಕೂಗು ಬಂದಿತ್ತು. ಆ ವೇಳೆಗೆ ಹೂವುಗಳನ್ನು ಬಿಡಿಸಾಗಿತ್ತು. ಕೆಲಸಕ್ಕೆ ಹೊತ್ತಾಗುತ್ತದೆ ಎಂದು ಬಗೆದು ಸರಸರನೆ ನಡೆದೆ.

ವಿ. ಸೂ - ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಹೊಸ ೨೦೦೮ರ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು. ಕೆಲಸ ಹೆಚ್ಚು. ಬರೆಯಲು ಸಮಯವೇ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಮೇಲಿನ ಬರಹದ ಸಂಗತಿಯಾಗಿ ಒಂದು ತಿಂಗಳಿಗೂ ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಕಾಲ ಕಳೆದಿದೆ. ಈಗ ಮೇಲೆ ಹಾಕಲು ಸಮಯ ಬಂದಿತು. ಕೆಲಸದ ಮಾತನ್ನು ಬಿಡಿ - ಎಂದಿನಂತೆ ಹೆಚ್ಚಾಗಿಯೇ ಇದೆ :)

Ready for a tough lesson?

Water turns poison in Punjab villages-Chandigarh-Cities-The Times of India

This makes for sad reading. Really sad reading. The health of the people of several villages is on the line here because of industrial waste dumped into the drain which has now leaked into the ground water supply. I have heard of similar cases in northern Karnataka also.

We haven't done an analysis like this in Bangalore. If we do, we will most likely find similar heavy metal concentrations in the ground water here also. New water purifiers that remove the heavy metal content from water have come out. But these are expensive and who knows what by-products they generate?

The callousness towards our own lives shown by scant regard for the environment never ceases to amaze me. People, you are digging the graves of your own grand children by greedily grabbing whatever resource is left!

In Bangalore, I am appalled at the way ground water gets carted away in multiple tankers. I know of a case where 50 tankfuls of water (probably 50-100,000 litres) are pumped out every day. The residents of that locality were clueless in the beginning. Now, their borewells are dry! The borewell just became deeper! This also increases the chances of heavy metals entering drinking water.

Whenever I mentioned rain water harvesting, I used to be met with laughs and derisive smiles from the know-alls. I was an idealist in their eyes. And my own family is split on the extent of doing it. Some feel that there is no need to be alarmed at these media items. Though RWH is mandated in Bangalore, I don't see many people doing it out of need. They try to just be compliant. Of course, even that helps!

So, should I be an optimist or pessimist in these matters?

The media have always been alarmist on these matters. They like to scream "The end is nigh" at the top of their voices every time they print something. And they have done so ever since man learnt how to communicate. So is it any different this time? When they say the Himalayan glaciers will disappear in 50 years, are they being serious? Scientists themselves are mixed on this.

However, having seen the quality of air deteriorate in the past ten years and all the tanks and borewells actually go dry, we can all safely say that the environment has not been paid the same importance as it is entitled to.

I sometimes feel (in spite of being a human myself) that Nature should teach all of us such a hard lesson that will never be forgotten for thousands of years. I dread the lesson, but as we say in Kannada "daDDanige doNNe peTTu" (A stick-blow for the fool), so let us all not be fools. Let us learn from our mistakes and thus hopefully avoid Nature's harsh lesson.

To end on a lighter note (paraphrasing a cliched email signature) - this blog is coming to you via recycled electrons.

Burn Bangalore, Burn IT - says Dr CNR Rao

'If IT Is Going To Take Away Our Values, Burn Bangalore, Burn IT' : outlookindia.com

If you read this spirited statement from Dr. CNR Rao, celebrated scientist and educationist, you would either completely agree with him or disagree with him. As a born and raised Bangalorean, I agree sadly to what he says in this piece, in spite of my having benefited from the IT Boom.

Bangalore is not what it was ten years ago; let's not even talk about the city twenty years ago. I undergo the ordeal of a three hour commute every day and it is quite often that I recall those days when I could have made the same trip in a public bus in half the time before.

Malleswaram is an area that has been close to my heart. Having spent north of ten years studying in the schools and colleges of that area, it still evokes warm nostalgic feelings in me. But unfortunately, Malleswaram has become that place "where fools rush in and angels fear to tread". Gone are those lazy afternoon strolls and quite empty streets that were the norm even fifteen years ago. Not one road is spared from the angry honk of a driver that wants to get someplace. Old palatial homes have made way to high rises. Culture is dying a slow death and consumerism has already raised its ugly head. Can we not see a happy balance?

Kannada is already gone. If you speak in Kannada, you are seen either as a hero (as no other dared to speak in Kannada) or as a loser local. I make it a point to talk in Kannada everywhere. English (a pretty bad strain of it, to add) is heard almost everywhere. Che, hEgiddiddu hEgAgide!

The other important point that he brings up as a scientist is the lure of the IT profession. Several intelligent children are all starry eyed when it comes to the mention of a "Software Engineer". I did an informal survey once ; I asked a bunch of children what they wanted to be when they grew up. Barring a couple, the answer was frighteningly uniform - "Software Engineer". My only grouse is that they don't want to be software engineers for love of the profession but they crave to be so for the sheer love of lucre. As a result, what could have been a great brain theorizing and experimenting on the difficult problems of basic science, becomes ready to be a code jockey. I am really really sorry to use this phrase as I am belittling a fantastic job profile - there is tremendous joy in coding. But the love for anything but money is gone. If the IT profession takes some kind of a correction where salaries come closer to the ground, I wonder if all these kids would be as eager then.

It is because of this that whenever I hear a child say that he/she wants to be a teacher/lawyer/scientist/pilot/policeman (anything other than SW engineer), I grin from side to side and heartily congratulate the child and his/her parents.

Will a return to basics solve Bangalore's woes?