Saturday, 18 March 2017

Reason_To-Celebrate?

Dear friends,

Something fantastic just happened. The Dutch Trump, Geert Wilders, who was leading in the Netherlands' election race right up to the last moment, was just defeated!

Wilders had promised to close all mosques, pull the Netherlands out of the EU and ban the Koran. After Brexit and Trump, the whole world was watching to see if the far-right would continue its terrifying rise.

But in the end, the Dutch people struck a beautiful blow against Trumpism. The tide just turned against the global spread of fascist politics. And our movement was right in the middle. How?

20,000 marchers, 500km on a bus, 5 million views, 300,000 reached with newspaper ads, and a community united against hate.


Click to say Thank You to the people of the Netherlands
Just before the election, we helped mobilise 20,000 people onto the streets to march together to celebrate the Netherlands’ long history of openness and tolerance.
Dutch Avaazers hit the campaign trail in a giant orange Unity Bus. Three days before the election, many voters still hadn’t decided which way to cast their ballot! So we went up and down the country handing out flowers, listening to people and encouraging them to vote against hate. Then we emailed and texted over half a million people to get out the vote!
When we found out a key thing driving people away from Wilders was his love of Trump, we made a hilarious spoof video of Trump endorsing Wilders. It went crazy viral in hours, and 5 million people had watched it before the elections!
But that wasn’t all. We then targeted the key areas where Wilders had potentially strong support with full-page newspaper ads, spoofing the Hollywood hit La La Land to show how Wilders would turn the Netherlands into Trumpland!

Finally, today we took to the streets in The Hague, Paris and Berlin to celebrate and send a strong warning signal to Le Pen in France and the AfD in Germany that we are coming to stop them in elections there.
With the threat of hate spreading everywhere, the world needs our 44-million-strong global community like never before. Together, we’ve built the most powerful civic campaigning movement in history, and with that power comes responsibility. Responsibility to rise against hate, to defend the values of unity and tolerance that make us strong. But most of all, the responsibility to dream of a better world. And this week, the Netherlands has taken us one step closer to that dream.

In hope and celebration,

Emma, Alice, Christoph, Anneke, Lisa, Oscar, Mike, Spyro and the whole Avaaz team

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.

Sunday, 4 September 2016


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