Friday, 9 December 2016

A Hitler Story

Important
It has been brought to my notice that my post 'A Hitler Story' is fallacious. The correct story can be found here http://occoffeestop.com/Stalin_and_the_Chicken.html

Once Hitler, came to one meeting with a live chicken. He started to pluck its feathers one by one off.

The chicken quacked in pain, blood oozing from its pores. It gave out heartbreaking cries but Hitler continued without remorse plucking feather after feather until the chicken was completely naked. After that, he threw the chicken on the ground and from his pockets, took out some chicken feed and started to throw it at the poor creature. It started eating and as he walked away, the chicken followed him and sat at his feet feeding from his hand.

Hitler then told members of his party "This chicken represents the people, you must disempower them, brutalise them, beat them up and leave them. If you do this and then give them peanuts when they are in that helpless and desperate situation, they will blindly follow you for the rest of their life.They will think you are a hero forever. They will forget that, it is you who brought them to that situation in the first place."
Does this sound familiar?

IMPORTANT
It has been brought to my notice that this story happened with Stalin and not Hitler. I am reproducing it below:



Stalin and the ChickenLessons in Brutal Capitalism from a Communist


In the late summer of 1934 Russia was in the midst of a period of extreme upheaval and change

known as the purges.  Under the guise of progress and modernization the self promoted leader of the

communist party, Joseph Stalin, was systematically killing millions of his own people.  Those whom he did

not kill he left broken and scared, striped of their lands, possessions, food, and freedom.  Few outside of

Russia seemed aware or concerned about what he was doing.  State news reports at the time touted the

dramatic evolution of such a large and backward country into a modern industrial society.  The massive

government work projects moved mountains and changed the course of rivers, industrial factories began

to produce a limitless supply of modern goods, and endless oceans of wheat grew upon the arid farm land

of the western step under the direction of authoritative state owned collectives.  Stalin himself was lifted up

as the model of a strong leader.  Every where he went there where large crowds cheering him as he struck

impressive and stoic poses for the media.  Numerous events were staged to demonstrate the triumph of

communism over poverty, ignorance, and corruption and to portray Stalin as the firm benevolent father.

At one such event a small group of state and visiting western media were gathered to document Stalin as a

man of the people. He was to tour a local farm, interact with the workers, and answer questions from the

press.  All had gone as planned.  The farm was perfectly staged for pictures.  The workers were hand

picked and prepared for their performance.  Stalin’s presence was undeniable as he answered every one

of the prescribed questions given to the media.


Stalin walked casually through the barnyard answering questions and spreading grain to a group of

chickens.

“Yes, domestic agricultural output has increased by four hundred percent since we nationalized

agricultural production.” answered Stalin.

“Through the implementation of modern farming methods and state control there is more grain, more

cabbage, and more carrots.” He continued, “Even these chickens have increased egg production” He half

joked.

The media and his aides nodded and smiled in agreement.  Everything was wonderful in Russia.

Everyone agreed and that’s all there was to know.  That is until one typically skeptical American journalist

dared to ask an unprepared question; an honest and informed question.

“Mister Premier,” the journalist said “How long do you think you can keep up this charade?”

To which there was no reply.  Stalin just continued spreading grain.

The journalist asked again, “What makes you think you can starve and torture and kill your people and

they won’t rise up against you?”

The local media stood dumbstruck with fear and his aides in a panic attempted to shuffle off the question

and the journalist.  Stalin motioned for them to stop and for the cameras to be put away.  He then reached

down and picked up one of the chickens and held it tight under his arm so it could not move.


Stalin then continued in reply to the journalist’s question as calm and as confident as before.  He said, “We

have more grain because we have nationalized farming and so we can sell the grain for capital in order to

build factories to produce the things the people need.”  As he spoke he began to rip the feathers off the

chickens back in great handfuls.


He continued, “The people have need of many things that we are now giving them.”  The poor bird

squawked and screeched in agony.  Stalin’s grasp tightened.  His iron grip held the bird firm as he calmly

turned to the journalist and spoke.  “It is a testament to the ability of man in this modern age that through

the state we have overcome the individual weaknesses of greed and selfishness that have kept us from

solving our problems.”


The journalist could hardly speak.  He stared in horror as Stalin savaged the chicken.  The bird nearly

limp, convulsed slightly as Stalin placed it back on the ground.  It staggered clumsily away, unlikely to have

been able to process what was just done to it.  A feeling of disgust covered over by fear was palpable

upon the barnyard.  Stalin reached into his pocket for a handful of grain and continued on as before to

feed the chickens who flocked around him.


The journalist stammer, “What… Why…?”


Stalin continued in response, “We are solving these problems.”  Seemingly oblivious to the journalist’s

questions.  He was remarkably unaffected by his own actions or the journalist’s response to it.  He said, “In

Russia, as it should be in all the world, from each according to his abilities and too each according to his

need.”


Stalin, identifying the wounded chicken he had just damaged creeping back toward the edge of the flock to

peck at the bits of grain remaining on the ground, reached again into his jacket pocket and pulled out a

fresh handful of grain.  He knelt down a bit and held out his hand toward the injured animal.  The bird

looked for a moment, cocked its head to the slide a bit, and then timidly step toward Stalin.  In a moment, it

was eating the food right out of the hand that minutes before had torn the feathers right off it’s back.

Stalin dropped the remaining grain on the ground stood and turned toward the journalist.  Did that answer

your question, he said.


The journalist hesitated, locked in a momentary state of emotional and mental chaos.  He responded, “Yes

sir, thank you.” as the full impact of the situation became clear in his mind.

The Point:The point is there is no point.  People do things because they can.  Both good and bad.  This is a difficult

concept to understand and even more difficult thing to accept without generally destroying most people’s

basic understanding of the world.  Our interaction with the world is based on perception and perception is

the act of drawing internal conclusions based upon external stimuli.  We take what is on the outside

bounce it off of what is on the inside and try to figure out how they relate.  This is why people can have

widely varied opinions.  What is on the inside is never exactly the same.  The problem is that most people

tend to think that everyone else thinks the same as they do.  If you have ever heard the expression, “think

out of the box”, this is what that is talking about.  The bigger problem is that in general, we do all think the

same or at least in a similar enough manner to get by.  As much as we are different we are the same

grouped along varied trains of thoughts.  There are liberals and conservatives, aggressives and passives,

intellectuals and physicals all gravitated together in sub categories within the general human experience.

So when an abnormality presents itself, such as a serial killer, we don’t know how deal with it.  They are

outside of our general understanding.  When confronted with things outside of our individual and general

experience we waste precious time trying to explain it in a way that reconciles with our understanding or

perception.


The result is that when you are confronted with this.  The best thing to do is to simply identify the situation

and then determine what response is in your best interest.  Do not waste time trying to figure out why, you

can do that at a later time.  Trying to understand often leads to anger, confusion, frustration, and delay.

All of which can impair your ability to act or act wisely.

The Lesson to Learn:Jee’s just re-read the story.  The lessons to learn from this story about human nature, business, and social

interaction are near endless.  OK, here is an example of a lesson about human nature.  This story

illustrates both of the far sides of the human experience.  Man is corrupt anyone who tells you differently is

likely attempting to delude themselves in order to deal with the world in a manner that they can handle.  By

pretending that the world and people are good and just need a chance to do what is right they feel safer.

But man and the world are neither good nor safe and by recognizing this you can take better actions to

protect yourself, those you are responsible for, and your stuff.  It is easy to see how Stalin was corrupt

always dominating, control, and ruling by fear.  The image of him as an aggressor brutalizing the poor

weak bird is a caricature of the strong over the weak.  This is an obvious example but given the choice, I

would choose the obvious evil over the hidden.  I can fight it or at least avoid it.  You can’t avoid what you

can’t see.  Besides the very principle of strong over the weak is the basis of survival and for the non

religious reader who denies the Biblical account of the fall and the corrupt (sin) nature of man it is also the

basis of the Darwinian model of evolution.  Strong over the weak for the purpose of survival via

propagation of dominant traits.  So don’t get upset when a bum beats the crap out of you in an alley

because you think it is wrong to carry a gun.


The less obvious corruption is that on the opposite side of the pool from Stalin, the chicken is just as

corrupt.  It shows no moral courage, no strength of character taking hand outs and charity.  It

demonstrates no advanced thought or ingenuity in the pursuit of its subsistence.  It puts forth no real

defense to the aggression forced upon it and having been abused it does not rise to a higher status of

purpose with the knowledge and understanding gained by its experience.  It simply comes back for more…

it is meat.  It is fodder for the energies of those who take action.  It is the potential corruption of ---- that lies

at the shallow end of the pool.  It is the evil that exists and we don’t see it as evil for pity’s sake.  But in

being a victim it exists as a temptation to the strong like a glass of whiskey is a temptation to a recovering

alcoholic.  And what about everything in between these two extremes? Think of the state media and Stalin’

s handlers, or the farm workers, or even the journalist; all were complacent in the situation and the

system.  Each singly looked out for themselves in order to get by.  Is Stalin any worse then anyone else in

this story, well yes, but he is a shark and a shark is a shark and a chicken is a chicken and if a chicken

falls into the shark tank can anyone blame the shark for eating it.  Stay away from the tank, if you are a

chicken.  If you’re not a chicken then take your chances as you see fit but don’t expect us to cry for you if

you jump into the tank and end up bloody.

The Short Lesson:People are bad and will hurt you to get what they want.  People are weak and stupid and will keep coming

back to harmful situations if they don’t learn.

The Brutal Truth:There are bad people out there and I mean really bad; evil.  There are a lot more of them then you think

and they look just like you and me.  They can and will hurt you.  They will hurt you financially, mentally,

emotionally, and physically.  It does not matter why but most will do it as a simple unconscious exercise of a

choice between them or you.  Then there are others who will hurt you on purpose because they don’t like

you or they feel threatened by you.  And finally some will hurt you just because they can.
Word Count: 1989

Wednesday, 30 November 2016

FIFTY FOUR YEARS LATER.........

September 2016

My 54th birthday was coming up in October and I was a little excited. But before that on September 8 it was my  friend from college days, Zulfiqar Jariwala's birthday. I called to wish him. Spoke at length, reminiscing about the 37 years of our friendship. I knew him to be a busy man on a working day (he being a successful advocate). Hence I tried to conclude the telecon, but he was in no hurry that day.

At some point our conversation veered to where we were born. And it turned out that the place where our mothers had delivered us was Dholkawala Hospital on Mohamed Ali Road, Mumbai, then Bombay. Just a coincidence I thought. But already there was a bell ringing in my mind. We both had very weak, highly myopic eyesight with multiple surgeries done on both eyes.

I came home and sent messages to my brothers and sister. Where were they born? My eldest brother Shamun who lives in Thane was born in Godhra. So also my special needs sister Rukaiya who lives with me under my care. My second sister Rafika. my dentist brother Shabbir and I, the youngest of all were born in Mumbai (Bombay). At Dholkawala Hospital, Bombay (Mumbai) !  All three of us have or have had high myopia since birth. There is no family history of myopia, my study of the family tree revealed. In fact, it showed my parents and grand parents having good normal eyesight until old age. It led me to a fair hypothesis that there was/were act/s of commission or omissions at the time of childbirth/delivery in all our cases - Rafika, Dr,Shabbir, Zulfiqar and I, that has resulted in weak, highly myopic eyesight. The implications are enormous and shocking. I met a judge's son whose nephew born in Dholkawala Hospital, Mohemadali Road and he too had severe eye problems

If these facts are any indicators, then it would seem that the fairly assumed acts of ommission or commission during effecting delivery of babies by Dholkawala Hospital are / were tantamount to medical negligence, and if so, the doctors there should be held liable for it.

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Thursday, 24 November 2016

The Beginning



It is with many insights gained over the past few months that I write once again. With some personal and few worldly insights of what has happened in the past from time to time and what is happening now,

I was born in Dholkawala Hospital, Mohamed Ali Road, Mumbai on 7th October 1962. I was born with weak eyes / imperfect eyesight. No one knew why. At that time medical practices were not so advanced to diagnose my eyesight problems. So I spent the first formative years of my childhood looking at the world in hazy, undefined images, as in a dream sequence in a Bollywood film.

So it was natural for me to rely, use my my ears / hearing sense more, which is probably why I came to be fond of music and honed my listening skills acutely, right since an early age. Good listening skills eventually led to greater and accurate skills of speech and learning languages. I came to learn English, Hindi and Marathi with a fair degree of fluency. Later when I travelled in my first work assignment, this skill helped me to pick up the local lingo quite fast. But more about that later.

When I had learned how to count and the alphabet, my number could be ascertained by an optometrist. I do not remember my numbers but they were minus - high myopia. Later I do remember them being -13 at one point. Despite this I was an average, then a good student.

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Saturday, 20 February 2016

http://www.afternoondc.in/city-news/finding-sydney-in-mumbai/article_160363

FINDING SYDNEY IN MUMBAI!

Thursday, February 11, 2016
By Asif Rizvi
Friends for 35 years, leave no stone unturned to locate their missing friend
A 35 year old friendship amongst 5 college time friends suddenly faced its toughest moment when one of the five thick friends, Sydney Miranda (56), a freelance teacher by profession went missing from Churchgate station on October 14, 2015.

Months have passed and there has been no leads or luck for his friends who have ingrained their search for Sydney into the core of their daily lives....  Sydney Miranda (56) went missing in October of 2015. He was last known to be at Churchgate station. On learning of his disappearance his friends including Shakir Virpurwala, an educator by profession and advocates Zulfikar Zariwala and Harsh Desai and others have been trying everything to trace their friend. “It was October 14 last year when Sydney, a resident of Thane had visited Churchgate to meet a friend after which he has been missing and we, his friends have been running from pillar to post to find him. It sounds really sad for us all that Sydney mysteriously went missing, we have been in touch since college days and however busy schedule it may be we managed to stay in touch. On learning that Sydney has gone missing we lodged a missing persons complaint in the Marine Drive police station but it has been over four months now and he has not been traced,” said Shakir Virpurwala. When ADC contacted the Marine Drive police station regarding Sydney's missing complaint, the police officials said, “Prior and after the missing complaint of Sydney there has been over 15 missing cases and all have been detected. In Sydney's case we are yet to find a concrete clue to locate him, the investigations and process for tracing him are going on.”

SYDNEY’s SEARCH
Not only Marine Drive police station but Sydney's friends have also lodged complaints about him going missing in Thane and the Crime Branch and when this seemed not enough to locate their close friend they have started campaigns on the social media including Facebook, Twitter and have a dedicated  Whatsapp group for updates on finding Sydney. “We have made a whatsapp group, 'Sydney Search', where all our friends are active and also dedicate their time each day to be updated on fresh inputs on Sydney, if any. Among the friends in the Whatsapp group there are Sydney's college friends, professional friends and relatives who regularly update regarding what they did each day to locate him and updates from the police stations are also shared in the group. The talks also turn emotion often discussing the good old college days,” added Shakir.   

POSTERS ON BIKES  
“I ride a bike and thought that it was a best way to get at least some information on Sydney, hence I decided to stick posters of Sydney mentioning his last seen spot, age, height, clothes he was wearing and the contact numbers. We, his friends wish someday someone who has seen him could give us a clue and our friend would return,” said Shakir.

FACEBOOK SYDNEY
Shakir said, “Today the social media is popular in the country and most of the people are active on the social media, When there were complaints being filed with the authorities and days passed with no  success in finding Sydney, we friends decided to search him and seek help of the masses through social media. A Facebook page, 'Sydney search update' was created and we update the page with Sydney's photographs, those include the latest ones and the old ones. We post messages and appeals to people to help us in finding Sydney.”
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Mitali Saran: #MakeInIndia week

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As everyone knows, India is business heaven. We don’t rest on piffling perfection, however, and invite you to invest your money in the many more booming opportunities we are determined to think up. Do stop mumbling about and check out this very cool lion!
Look, we’ve had a bad few months in the anti-national paid media. There was a bit of bad business with beef. We tanked in Bihar. The Delhi chief minister took our raid badly. There was a slight national security cockup at an air base. Then a student called Rohith Vemula offed himself in Hyderabad, and everyone jumped down our throat. The stock market has been feeling poorly, and the rupee… Look, please just give us your money?Just promise to, so that we can put a bit of good news in the papers. Thank you!
We just concluded our huge investment-attracting #MakeInIndia week in Mumbai, and boy, was it a big impressive jamboree. Here’s how it went.
February 13: Inaugural day! The newspapers were filled with Home Minister Rajnath Singh’s tweet from the previous day, saying that we wouldn’t tolerate anyone who chants anti-India slogans and challenges the nation’s sovereignty and integrity. This was after some Jawaharlal Nehru University students held a meeting to discuss capital punishment, and a student leader called made a heinous speech calling for freedom. Go, Rajnath.
February 14: Day two! Worship Your Parents day was celebrated all over India in the traditional way, with couples dodging policemen to feed each other chocolate and kiss behind bushes, and patriots dragging them out and trying to frogmarch them to the altar. In the evening a huge embarrassing fire broke out on a #MakeInIndia stage. Funny coincidence (funny peculiar, not funny ha ha), a huge embarrassing fire also broke out in Delhi over how we charged Kanhaiya Kumar with sedition, on the basis of …  we’ll get back to you on that, still working on it. Also said that Pakistani terrorist Hafiz Saeed was behind the meeting. It sounded good at the time.
February 15: Sigh, day three. Turned out the Hafiz Saeed tweet about JNU was from a fake account. How was Commissioner of Police Bassi to know? Still, the anti-national-if-not-terrorist Kanhaiya Kumar was taken to court, where some patriotic lawyers beat up JNU students and staff, and pro-Porkistan media. Our MLA, O P Sharma, also beat up someone, good for him. What about Hanumanthappa? The media went bananas — the selfish libtards always make everything about them. God, loving your country is politically exhausting.
February 16: Noisy, noisy television debates. Bassi reminded everyone that we can’t just toss in jail just because of a camera lens, we have to look at it from a legal lens. Amazing that we have to point these things out. We’re passing a hat around the office to gift Bassi a spa coupon after he retires.
February 17: Um, so the journos got beaten up again today, and the Supreme Court is pissed off, and we’ve managed to get Rs 5,000 lakh crore in articles, editorials, petitions, and televised screaming matches about JNU and it turns out the videos were doctored and everyone is marching everywhere and everything is a mess and nobody’s paying attention to #MakeInIndia. Now we’re thinking Go, Rajnath, but in a different way.
February 18: Concluding day! We’ve fixed everything — we’re making all central universities put a giant on their campuses. That’s Phase 1. In Phase 2, we will make it mandatory for all Indians to surgically implant a Tricolour on the top of their heads.
Jai Hind.


Mitali Saran is a Delhi-based writer mitali.saran@gmail.com

Thursday, 11 February 2016

Come Back Soon Sydney

http://www.afternoondc.in/epaper/EpaperPost.aspx?id=160363

FINDING SYDNEY IN MUMBAI!

Thursday, February 11, 2016

By Asif Rizvi

Friends for 35 years, leave no stone unturned to locate their missing friend

A 35 year old friendship amongst 5 college time friends suddenly faced its toughest moment when one of the five thick friends, Sydney Miranda (56), a freelance teacher by profession went missing from Churchgate station on October 14, 2015.

Months have passed and there has been no leads or luck for his friends who have ingrained their search for Sydney into the core of their daily lives....  Sydney Miranda (56) went missing in October of 2015. He was last known to be at Churchgate station. On learning of his disappearance his friends including Shakir Virpurwala, an educator by profession and advocates Zulfikar Zariwala and Harsh Desai and others have been trying everything to trace their friend. “It was October 14 last year when Sydney, a resident of Thane had visited Churchgate to meet a friend after which he has been missing and we, his friends have been running from pillar to post to find him. It sounds really sad for us all that Sydney mysteriously went missing, we have been in touch since college days and however busy schedule it may be we managed to stay in touch. On learning that Sydney has gone missing we lodged a missing persons complaint in the Marine Drive police station but it has been over four months now and he has not been traced,” said Shakir Virpurwala. When ADC contacted the Marine Drive police station regarding Sydney's missing complaint, the police officials said, “Prior and after the missing complaint of Sydney there has been over 15 missing cases and all have been detected. In Sydney's case we are yet to find a concrete clue to locate him, the investigations and process for tracing him are going on.”

SYDNEY’s SEARCH
Not only Marine Drive police station but Sydney's friends have also lodged complaints about him going missing in Thane and the Crime Branch and when this seemed not enough to locate their close friend they have started campaigns on the social media including Facebook, Twitter and have a dedicated  Whatsapp group for updates on finding Sydney. “We have made a whatsapp group, 'Sydney Search', where all our friends are active and also dedicate their time each day to be updated on fresh inputs on Sydney, if any. Among the friends in the Whatsapp group there are Sydney's college friends, professional friends and relatives who regularly update regarding what they did each day to locate him and updates from the police stations are also shared in the group. The talks also turn emotion often discussing the good old college days,” added Shakir.     

POSTERS ON BIKES  
“I ride a bike and thought that it was a best way to get at least some information on Sydney, hence I decided to stick posters of Sydney mentioning his last seen spot, age, height, clothes he was wearing and the contact numbers. We, his friends wish someday someone who has seen him could give us a clue and our friend would return,” said Shakir.  

FACEBOOK SYDNEY
Shakir said, “Today the social media is popular in the country and most of the people are active on the social media, When there were complaints being filed with the authorities and days passed with no  success in finding Sydney, we friends decided to search him and seek help of the masses through social media. A Facebook page, 'Sydney search update' was created and we update the page with Sydney's photographs, those include the latest ones and the old ones. We post messages and appeals to people to help us in finding Sydney.”

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