Engineering! what is it and why is it so expensive in India?

Source::: The Hindu – Excellent article dwelling into insights

A narrow education is making engineers oblivious to the importance of human interaction and raising the cost of even simple tasks

My time in South Asia has rewarded me with an enigma: why is engineering so expensive here? Why is it often many times more expensive than in Australia, my home?

My search for answers led me to shanty towns on the fringes of mega-cities. We compared an award winning Indian factory making car parts for Detroit and Stuttgart with a leading Australian factory supplying parts for the mining industry. My Indian PhD student spent months with engineers in both countries, broadening his focus to water utility engineers and small to medium engineering firms. His knowledge of local dialects and customs was critical.

He related a typical meeting. A young engineer quietly reported zero production from the machines in his production cell. His manager asked why but he remained silent. Both knew the reason. The machine operators were newly hired day-labourers because the previous ones had exceeded their 180-day limit. Other engineers said their machines were still not fixed by the maintenance crews. The manager sighed: he would have to raise it with his boss later. Direct authority from the plant manager would be needed to move the maintenance head into action.

Daily struggle

Discussions with water utility engineers revealed their daily struggle to coordinate valve operators who turn on water for an hour at a time every two days in different wards in their city district. Their mobile numbers are well known in the district: the more influential residents will call them at any time of the day with complaints or requests. They have to personally “twist arms” of recalcitrant customers to get them to pay bills, or have their sewerage line blocked at the same time as the water is disconnected. “That usually makes them pay up quicker,” they told us. Sewerage seeps from tens of thousands of such broken and half repaired connections into the scheme water lines.

At a government school in the city outskirts, the principal showed me the smelly green water dribbling from the pipe into a below-ground tank. With no toilet or usable water, the children and staff left after a couple of hours. I glanced at the forest of antennas atop the brand-new mobile phone tower I could see beyond the school wall.

Today, mobiles are everywhere in South Asia and can cost less than 1 cent per minute for talk time.

Villagers on the Rawalpindi outskirts told me they had paid up to Rs. 50,000 to install their own wells with hand pumps. Before I helped install an electric pump at their high school, ironically called “Thanda Pani”, the children had to carry water in buckets for up to an hour a day just to use the toilets.

To understand why villagers would pay so much for a hand pump, I turned to development economics. The ‘shadow price’ cost of unpaid labour can predict the economic cost for women to carry water from nearby wells or district water taps. Rs. 13 per hour doesn’t sound like much. Yet, a one hour round trip to carry home an average of 17 litres of water, often with extra time and fuel to boil it, results in a bulk water cost of about Rs. 1200 per tonne. Today, ultra-clean potable water is being delivered to my house in Perth at a total cost of about Rs. 80 per tonne.

I have checked, rechecked and double checked my data because I was so surprised at this difference. No matter which method you use — a hand pump, bribing government carriers to bring water when you need it, buying it in 20 litre plastic containers — safe drinking water is many times the cost in Perth.

Energy also costs many times more. With intermittent supplies, one needs a UPS or generator to run electrical equipment reliably. In addition, electric machines are usually inefficient and poorly maintained so it can be four-five times as expensive to achieve the same results as in Australia. Bulk users like steel plants have reported to me that they face twice the electric energy cost of their competitors in industrialised countries.

How could South Asian electricity and water services be so expensive and phones so cheap?

Could corruption explain this? Reliable sources estimate the additional cost at 15-25 per cent. However Australia is not immune: dishonest behaviour imposes significant extra costs there as well.

There had to be other factors.

First-hand experience employing local engineers in South Asia taught me to recalibrate Australian performance expectations, even though they had degrees from the best foreign and local universities. This led me to the possibility that differences in engineering practice are a major contributing factor, the ways that engineers perform their work.

My research ran into an unexpected snag. When I started, there were almost no detailed research reports on engineering practice, anywhere. To cover this gap, my students and I interviewed and shadowed engineers across the region. Now we have some answers.

Many people think engineering is applied science. It works the same in Perth, Pune, Paris or Pocheon: you will get the same results from the same experiments.

However, engineering is much more than applied science. Engineering is a coordinated social performance of many people with the technical expertise distributed among them, like an orchestra. Social interactions constrain the results just as the strength of steel limits the height of our tallest buildings.

In South Asia, hierarchical organisations, language differences, and deep social chasms disrupt the performance. For instance, artisans will only speak when asked, and will keep silent if speaking means loss of face for superiors.

It turns out that engineering education, around the world, is almost blind to the realities of practice. We found 40 other critical aspects that educators inadvertently miss or misrepresent. As a result, young engineers seem oblivious to the subtleties needed to coordinate people and their education seems to impair their ability to learn. It turns out that skills like this distinguish the few truly expert engineers.

It is no surprise, therefore, that most young engineers stumble into their first jobs, often feeling incompetent. There is no point blaming educators: it is just an accident that only a tiny number of research studies have tried to work out how engineering is actually done.

A few expert South Asian engineers have overcome these education barriers, and they earn salaries higher than their counterparts in Australia. This is no surprise: they make their enterprises work. Sadly, most young Indian engineers never have a chance to learn their unwritten skills. Even though students in Australian engineering schools learn equally few practical skills, there are enough experienced engineers in most firms for young engineers to emulate.

In Australia, a copious water supply and sanitation takes around 2 per cent of the economic resources of a family. In South Asia, barely enough potable water to survive can take 20-40 per cent of a family’s economic resources. Effective engineering in Australia accounts for much of the difference.

Therefore, it is not the lack of money that influences national poverty as ineffective engineering that imposes crippling high costs for water, energy and other essential services. Good engineering liberates human effort for social developments such as governance, healthcare, education, social services and even recreation.

Mobile phone revolution

The mobile phone revolution has transformed expensive, corrupt, inefficient government monopolies with appalling service into thriving, profitable enterprises providing high quality service at minimal cost, around the world. India is no exception.

Although we can’t be sure, there seem to be some key human factors. First, mobile technology increases investor confidence: people can’t steal the service without paying. The phone won’t work without a pre-paid card or reliable credit. Second, the technology provides reliable and efficient ways to collect a vast number of small payments and reassures users that their credit will be secure. Third, the social chasms between engineers and the technicians who work with the equipment are easier to surmount than in the case of water and electricity. Fourth, the saving in time, measured as an economic value, more than makes up for the cost for users.

Success has come from human factors invisible to most engineers, inadvertently blinded by their education.

I think the next engineering revolution will be based on understanding people. We have come quite far with rather little understanding among engineers: just a little more could lead to large improvements. A new engineering revolution could consign poverty to history, and also enable us to live within the capacity of this planet to support human civilisation. It needs to come soon.

(James Trevelyan is Winthrop Professor in the school of Mechanical and Chemical Engineering at the University of Western Australia. His book How to Become an Expert Engineer is due to be published later this year.)

http://www.thehindu.com/opinion/lead/article3547601.ece?homepage=true

VISIT TO TEMPLES…BENEFITS TO OUR HEALTH !!!!!

SOURCE….UNKNOWN…
Natarajan.

The scientific explanation
for visiting Temples regularly

Generally, vedic temples are located in a place
where earth’s magnetic waves pass through.

In simple terms, these temples are located
strategically at a place where the positive
energy is abundantly available from the magnetic wave
distribution of north/ south pole thrusts.

The Main Idol is placed in the center,
where high magnetic values are available.
A copper plate with some Vedic scripts is buried,
beneath the Main Idol. This place is known as
“Garbhagriha” or Moolasthan.

The copper plate absorbs the earths magnetic waves
and radiates them to the surroundings.

Thus a person making clockwise pradakshina of
the Main Idol’s placement, automatically receives
the beamed magnetic waves .

Regular visits make him absorb more positive energy.

The Sanctum Sanctorum is completely enclosed on three sides.
The effect of all energies is very high in here.

The lamp that is lit radiates the heat and light energy.

The ringing of the bells and the chanting of prayers
gives sound energy.

The fragrance from the flowers, the burning of camphor
give out chemical energy.

The effect of all these energies comes out of the idol.

This is in addition to the north/south pole magnetic energy
that is absorbed by the copper plate and utensils that are
kept in the Moolasthan.

The water used for the Pooja is mixed with Cardamom,
Benzoine, Holy Basil (Tulsi), Clove, etc is the “Theertham”.

This water becomes more energized because it receives
all these combined energies .

The water that is sprinkled onto the people passes
on the energy to all. That is the reason why, men should
not wear shirts to the temple and ladies should wear more
ornaments because it is through these jewels (metal) that
positive energy is absorbed by ladies.

It is proved that Theertham is a very good blood purifier,
as it is highly energized.
In addition, temples offer holy water (about three spoons).
This water is mainly a source of magneto therapy as they place
the copper water vessel at the Garbhagriha.

It also contains cardamom, clove, saffron, etc to add taste
and Tulsi (holy Basil) leaves are put into the water to increase
its medicinal value!

The clove essence protects one from tooth decay,
the saffron & Tulsi leave essence protects one
from common cold and cough, cardamom and benzoine
known as Pachha Karpuram,acts as a mouth refreshing agents.

Last, but not least….when you walk around in the PRAHARAMS…both inner and outer… your walking exercise is done in a serene atmosphere!!!!

This way, one’s health too is protected, by regularly visiting Temples !

NOW YOU WILL UNDERSTAND WHY OUR ELDERS HAVE ADVISED US “AALAYAM ILLA OORIL KUDIYIRUKKA VENDAAM “..

Natarajan

HIDDEN HISTORY…JOURNEY FROM MADRAS TO MAHABALIPURAM…IN 1921!!!!

SOURCE:::::::THE HINDU 19 JUNE 2012…BY MR. SRIRAM……

STRANGE BUT TRUE!!!!!..MADRAS IN OLDEN DAYS….PL READ AND SHARE….

Natarajan

Much of the western side of Mount Road then comprised paddy fields submerged under water

Lt. Col. Herbert Andrews Newell of the Indian Army was an indefatigable traveller. Between 1905 and 1921, when he was in India, he covered almost the entire country, doing several of the journeys in his trusted car – a 1913 Sunbeam, 12-16 hp. He wrote detailed accounts of his wanderings for the leading magazines of the time. In 1921, a compilation of some these was published as a book – Topee and Turban, or Here and There in India. It includes an interesting account of a journey from Madras to Mahabalipuram.

Newell sets off at 7.30 am due south on Mount Road and notes that it was a fine avenue of banyan, tamarind and the “sausage tree, an alien from Madagascar.” Much of the western side of Mount Road he notes comprised paddy fields submerged under water with the Long Tank (present day T. Nagar) mirroring the palm trees on its banks. He crosses the still surviving Teachers College in Saidapet which, in his time, was “gleaming white in the morning sunshine.” From there, it was on to the Marmalong (now the much-enlarged Maraimalai Adigal) Bridge which in his time had yellow pillars, each mounted by a white cross indicating that “nearby was holy ground.” The Adyar’s left bank was a “wonderful display of lingerie and other garments” for this was where the dhobis washed clothes.

Guindy, apparently, then had a statue of King George V for he makes a sharp turn to the right and drives on via the Dalrymple memorial to Pallavaram which was but a “low ridge of sharply pointed hills.” To the left was a vast expanse of water, and in front, several guinea fowls that scattered on seeing his car. Chromepet, where he stopped for water, was a small hamlet of “palm thatched huts, cactus and aloes” with just the Chrome Leather Factory on the right. Far away a lonely hill catches his eye. This is clearly Tiruneermalai above which, then as now, rose the spire and flagstaff of the temple.

Tambaram was nothing more than a “little railway station” surrounded by tree-clad hills and everywhere the “plain sparked with the play of sunbeams upon water.” Palm trees, paddy fields and flowering trees line the route. Singaperumalkoil is where he halts to cool the engine and refill his radiator. The temple, according to him, was screened by high outer walls and between palms and quiet houses towered the temple’s processional car.

At 9.20 he reaches Chingleput. After breakfast at the Spencer’s refreshment room, he resumes his journey at 11.00 am. An hour later he has crossed Tirukkazhugukunram and Sadras. Somewhere near the Palar river, the road is so bad that he leaves his car and proceeds on foot. He crosses the river, then full of water, by boat. Palar joins the Buckingham Canal and through it he reaches Mamallapuram. It takes him 5 hours in all.

Today, we do it in half the time but with none of the scenic beauty he mentions.

சுவாசிக்க வேண்டும் நல்ல காற்று !!!!!!!

பவர் கட்!!!!! .பேக்அப் இல்லை !!!!!!….அக்னி வெய்யில் தாக்கம் ….தூக்கம் இல்லாமல் பேரக்குழந்தை

தேம்பி தேம்பி ஒரே அழுகை….. தாத்தா என் கண்ணிலும் கண்ணீர்….பேரன் அழுவதை கண்டு!!!

என் கை விசிறி கொண்டு இதமாக விசிறினேன் குழந்தைக்கு !!!!!…

மிதமான காற்று வர பேரன் முகத்தில் ஒரு சிரிப்பு இப்போது !!!!!!……விசிறியின்

இதமான காற்று எனக்கும் பட்டதால் அசதியில் கண் அயர்ந்தேன் ..ஒரு நிமிடம் !!!!!

தட தட என ஒரு சத்தம் …பட பட என தண்ணீர் கொட்டும் இனிய ஓசை !!!!!

ஆஹா !!!! இடியுடன் கூடிய இனிமையான மழை இந்த பூமி நனைய !!!!!

இப்போதும் என் கண்ணில் தண்ணீர் !!!!! இது ஆனந்த கண்ணீர் !!!!!!!

பேரன் கேட்டான் … . தாத்தா காற்று இல்லாமல் நான் அழுதேன் !!!!! எனக்கு

விசிறும்போது நீங்களும் அழுதீங்க ….இப்போ நம்ம பூமி தாய் அழும் போது

சிரிக்கிறீங்களே தாத்தா ???? காற்று இல்லாமதானே பூமித்தாயும் அழுகிறாள் …

கொஞ்சம் அவங்களுக்கும் விசிறி விட்டு காற்று கொடுங்க தாத்தா நீங்க !!!!!

யோசித்து பார்த்தேன் !!!! பேரன் சொன்னதிலும் ஒரு அர்த்தம் உள்ளது !!!!!!!

பூமி தாய் சுவாசிக்க நாம் இடம் விட்டு வைத்தால்தானே அவள் பிள்ளைகள்

நாம் எல்லாம் நல்ல காற்று சுவாசிக்க முடியும் !!!!!

நேசிக்க வேண்டாமா இயற்கையை நாம் ….சுவாசிக்க வேண்டாமா நல்ல காற்று

நம்முடைய பாச பேரன் பேர்த்தி எல்லாம் !!!!!!!!….யோசிங்க கொஞ்சம் !!!!!!!

நடராசன் ….

18 june 2012

ENCHANTED TREES….STHALAVRIKSHAS AT OUR TEMPLES…

SOURCE::::THE HINDU JUNE 17 2012…AN INSPIRING ARTICLE COVERING THE VIEWS OF A BOTANY POST GRADUATE WITH A DOCTORATE ON STHLAVRIKSHAS…..MUST READ..

Natarajan

Vanni, the sthalavriksha of Magudeswarar Temple, Kodumudi
Why are some trees considered sacred? M. Gunasekaran had some answers

A hundred years ago in Kongunadu, it was customary for a newly-married couple to pay their obeisance to Lord Murugan at the Marudhamalai temple after their wedding. They would then come back to the mountain temple for the girl’s seemandham — all the rituals were performed under the marutham tree. The child was named Marudhappan, Marudhayya or Marudhammal, after the chief deity, Marudhachala Moorthy.

The deity himself was named after the temple’s sthalavriksha, marutham, found in the mountains, said M. Gunasekaran. He was delivering a talk on ‘Sthalavrikshas in Kongu temples’ as part of The Vanavarayar Foundation’s monthly lecture series. Gunasekaran holds a Masters degree in Botany and a PhD on the sthalavrikshas of temples in Tamil Nadu.

A sthalavriksha is a plant that is held on par with the prime deity in a temple. “Nature worship has been a part of our lives from time immemorial,” said Gunasekaran. “Trees, especially, were venerated because they provided man food and shelter, and protected him from natural disasters. Researchers say that it is to express his gratitude that man worshipped trees.”

Gunasekaran’s study aimed at finding out if sthalavrikshas and the beliefs associated with them contributed to conserving plant and animal biodiversity. “Of the 203 Kongu temples we studied, 153 had sthalavrikshas. We recorded 34 different species.” Vilvam, vanni, Ashoka and iluppai trees are some of them. Gunasekaran said about 90 per cent of such trees were also used for medicinal purposes by people in the surrounding rural areas. “With the priest’s permission, villagers are allowed access to the leaves,” he said.

The vilvam tree for instance, is believed to cure fever, diabetes, ulcer and diarrhoea. “Even today in Ramanathapuram district, a special dish for the new-born is prepared using vilva leaves,” explained Gunasekaran. Most Kongu temples had vilvam trees as their sthalavirkshas. A lot of temples have iluppai trees planted in and around the compound. This was because, in the past, oil from the tree was used to light lamps in the temple, explained Gunasekaran.

Not just human-beings, sthalavrikshas support several species of primates, birds, reptiles and insects. Animals and birds could live undisturbed in these trees since sthalavirkshas are considered sacred. Gunasekaran showed pictures of fruit-bats, flying-foxes, peafowl and spotted owlets living amidst the branches of these sacred trees. “In the nandhavanams (sacred gardens) of Kongu temples alone, we recorded 50 species of butterflies,” he informed the audience and added how 40 temple towns are named after their sthalavrikshas. During his research, he even came across a self-help group named after one.

Then there are the beliefs associated with sthalavrikshas. “Some women believe that suspending miniature cradles from the branches of the trees will bless them with a child,” he said. This practice is quite common in temples in Tamil Nadu, but the practice has now been modified to suit the present times. It is flourishing careers that people pray for now, said Gunasekaran as he showed a photograph of a sthalavriksha in Chennai, that had visiting cards stuck to it.

SIRIKKA ..SINDHIKKA…MY NAGGING WIFE , MY DOCTOR, AND A COSTLY SCAN!!!!!!

SOURCE::::::THE HINDU 17 JUNE 2012..

A Nice article reflecting the present day scenario in medical diagnosis ….while the story makes you laugh wholeheartedly, it also forces you to make an attempt for finding out the causes for such a situation prevailing today!!!!

Natarajan

One fine morning when I woke up as usual, there suddenly appeared two human figures, resembling my wife, standing at the foot of my bed, something which never happened earlier.

Surprisingly, both figures were identical, my wife did not have any twin sister, or for that matter, any sister at all. At first, I thought it was only my imagination, as my wife is normally omnipresent in the house, always saying ‘don’t do that or do this,’ being a person always looking for perfection.

Seeing the puzzled look in my face and my popped up eyes, my wife (original one), who was standing at the foot of my bed, asked me what happened. I did the greatest mistake of telling her the truth. My wife, who always thinks that in her previous birth she was a doctor of great repute, said it must be vertigo or giddiness due to high BP or diabetics and that I should immediately consult the doctor.

As the day moved on, I thought she would forget the whole episode, but to my surprise she kept reminding me of the visit to the hospital every time we crossed each other. I invented all possible excuses to explain to her how busy I would be for the next three or four days, hoping that she would forget the matter by then. But, alas, on the fourth day she was there again to remind me of the visit, and my imagination failed to find any more excuses.

So, the next day we went to a leading hospital to check my double vision problem (in my case, it is a wife problem). After standing in a queue for more than 15 minutes, I got myself registered and got a token number 13, an unlucky number going by the old belief. I knew from now on my attractive (!) name, which probably my parents selected after lot of discussions and visiting many religious places, will have no relevance and I will be known more by this number 13. Anyway, after two hours of unpleasant waiting, the doctor called us. Before I could open my mouth, my wife started reeling out how often I see things as double and at times even triple, etc. As I feared, the doctor suggested that I undergo a few tests starting with blood, urine and X-ray and see him again in the evening with the results. I once again pleaded with my wife that we could do all these at a later date, but she was not prepared to concede my request.

Reluctantly, I underwent all the tests spending my hard-earned money which was meant for our old age. By evening, the results came and as I expected, all readings were so perfectly balanced between the minimum and the maximum that even an acrobat with high balancing skill would be surprised to see such stability.

In the evening, after another hour of agonising wait, we again peeped into the doctor’s chamber. He examined the results, smiled and said they did not show any abnormality. I knew the outcome, even with my limited knowledge of medicine. I thought my ordeal was over and now we could go home and live happily ever after. At that point, my learned wife shot a question to the doctor, whether there could be something wrong with my brain. I knew she is having a dig at me since once in a while at home I do casually say she does not have any brain.

Having got a hint from her, the doctor immediately said though nothing seemed wrong, it would be better to do an MRI scan if we wanted to be 100 per cent sure. I was very happy even with his 90 per cent surety, knowing very well that an MRI scan was going to make a big hole in my pocket. But my wife wanted me to be 100 per cent fit and so said that we would rather go through the scan. The doctor then said the hospital MRI scanning machine was under annual maintenance and also there was a long backlog of cases. I was happy to hear that and relieved until the doctor added that we could do it at a particular scan centre outside and he would give a recommendation. I knew the doctor had already earned an extra income through his casual suggestion.

I knew that none of these expenditures would be reimbursed by my health insurance company since for some strange reasons it insists on hospitalisation for reimbursement. So I politely excused myself and pulled my wife outside and explained to her that that these tests would not be reimbursed. As always, she had a quick solution — “Ask the doctor to admit you in the hospital for one day.” I said that while the hospital authorities would be only too happy to do that, I would deprive a genuine patient of a bed. She immediately declared that I too was a patient and so it did not matter. During my management consultancy sessions, I always used to tell executives not to pick up quarrels with the bosses since arguing with your boss is like wrestling with a pig in the mud. After a while you realise that while you are getting dirtier and dirtier, the pig enjoys it.

I remembered this and kept quiet. Without waiting for me, she went inside the doctor’s chamber and came back with a prescription for an MRI scan, holding it as if it were her doctoral degree. All this time, I wished that I had not seen that figure of my wife and was also cursing myself for having told her about it. Now that I had committed the crime, I had to go through the consequence.

On reaching home, I called the scan centre to fix an appointment. The young girl (I presume) at the other end with a sweet voice said they had a heavy backlog, but still asked me which doctor had referred me. On my mentioning the name, she lowered her voice as if she was telling me a secret and whispered that if he was the one who had referred me to them, then they would try to accommodate me the next morning at 8. I am used to such tactic and I myself used it when I was active in my job as a marketing executive during the early part of my career, promising customers quick delivery of goods as a special case, when the stocks were lying unused. The hospital girl must be telling this story to every patient and I don’t blame her — after all she has to be an obedient and loyal employee.

The next morning, sacrificing my favourite walk, we went to the scan centre at 7.45 a.m., thinking that the place must be like a railway station full of people. But, surprisingly, there were only very few people. We were asked to pay a hefty amount and I could visualise a portion of it already flowing into my doctor’s pocket. At 8 a.m., I was made to dress like a buffoon and loaded into a ‘tunnel of suspense’ with a lot of instructions of ‘dos and don’ts’ which, however, made me feel at home. Suddenly the ‘tunnel of suspense’ became a ‘tunnel of horror’ with roaring sounds and flashing lights moving all around me, reminding me of the film ‘Star Wars.’ Finally, after 40 minutes of ordeal, I was out of the machine looking like a drunkard coming out of the bar. We were told that we could collect the report by that evening. But I decided to postpone the collection, hoping to have one more peaceful night.

The next day also I was not eager to collect my ‘death warrant’, but, since my wife kept reminding me of it every half an hour, I did not have any other option but to go and collect it. Immediately on receipt of the report and the films, I looked at them expecting to find a big hole in my brain or at least a dark patch somewhere. But everything was Greek to me. They all appeared more like M. F. Husain’s paintings. On reaching home, my wife snatched the reports from me and started looking at them against light as if she was a super-specialist in neurology. There was no expression on her face for five minutes. Finally she kept the films and report on the table and walked towards the bedroom and for a minute I thought she was going there to weep without my seeing her. So I asked: “What does it say?” She turned around and said: “How do I know? Tomorrow we will go to the doctor.”

We visited the doctor again, after the usual agonising wait, and showed him the films and the report. When he saw the MRI scan cover itself in my hand, I could see a satisfied smile on his face for obvious reasons. He then studied the report and said: “I told you there is nothing wrong with you.” The moment I heard that I jumped out of my seat, thanked him and got out because I was afraid my wife would utter something else and a few more tests would be on their way. Once out of the room, she asked me what about my getting admitted to the hospital for insurance reimbursement. This time, I put my foot down and said enough was enough and said a big ‘no.’

On returning home, by adding up all the bills, it was found that I had paid a penalty of more than Rs.10, 000 for a strange dream of seeing my wife as double. Anyway, after this experience I took an oath that I would never ever dream of my wife — not even as a single person. And if at all I see, I will never speak it out.

LITTLE KNOWN FACTS ABOUT MR.PRANAB MUKHERJEE….

SOURCE:::::::: TIMES OF INDIA ….17 JUNE 2012

Natarajan

With finance minister Pranab Mukherjee most likely to become India’s 13th president next month, here’s some little known trivia about the probable Raisina Hill resident:

1. He is 5 feet 1 inch tall.

2. He’s been a college teacher in his public career.

3. His parliamentary career began in 1969 when he became a member of the Rajya Sabha from the Congress Party.

4. Apparently, he doesn’t know Hindi and has said that it’s one of the reasons why he cannot become PM.

5. Euromoney magazine rated him as the best Finance Minister of the World according to a survey in 1984.

6. He has presented seven budgets till now.

7. He has been writing a diary for the past 40 years chronicling everything he’s seen in his life but apparently these writings will be published posthumously.

8. He’s known to be a voracious reader and he usually starts reading three books simultaneously.

9. He is inspired by Chinese politician Deng Xiaoping.

10. In October 2010, he was quoted as saying, “We don’t have any holiday, we don’t believe in any holiday. But sometimes I meet my family members during Durga Puja in my village home. That’s the time when most of my family comes home. That is what you can call a holiday or vacation or whatever nomenclature you may like to give, except that I don’t take a break.”

11. He believes in Goddess Durga. It’s also said that he fasts during three days of the Durga Puja.

12. He has been married for 55 years.

13. In a recent interview, he said that he loves to walk in the morning, adding, “I take 40 rounds of my lawn measuring 90 metres, which, I am told, makes about three-and-a-half kilometers.”

14. He is known to work an average of 18 hours a day and often well into the night.

15. His favourite food is fish curry with rice.

படித்ததில் பிடித்தது !!! அப்பா ……

SOURCE :::SRI KRISHNA SWEETS CALENDER …CHENNAI…BESIDES SHOWING DATES AND DAYS , SKS CALENDER PROVIDES THIS KIND OF “THOUGHT FOR THE DAY” IN THEIR DAILY SHEET CALENDER….A THOUGHTFUL AND NOVEL SERVICE BY SKS… I READ IT TODAY …17 JUNE 2012.. I AM SHARING IT WITH YOU THRO MY SITE …..

Natarajan

அப்பாவின் வெது வெதுப்பான உள்ளங்கையில் , நம் பிஞ்சு விரல்களை ஒப்படைத்துவிட்டு , சாலையை கடந்தபடி வேடிக்கை பார்த்தோம் …விளையாடினோம் …விரும்பியதை சாப்பிட்டோம் !!!! அப்பா என்பவர் இன்னொரு அம்மா !!!!

* மகனுக்கு தந்தைதான் முதல் ஆசிரியன், நாயகன் , எல்லாம்!!!! வளர்ந்த பிறகு , மகன் தந்தையின் இனிய தோழன் !

* மகளுக்கு தந்தை ஒரு நண்பன்.. வளரும்போது தந்தையே தாய் ….வளர்ந்தபிறகு, மகள் தந்தைக்கு தாய் !!!!

*குடும்பம் என்னும் இசையின் சுருதி தாய்…லயம் தந்தை….ராகங்கள் குழந்தைகள் !!!!

* நமது கனவுகளை நிஜமாக்கி தருபவன் தந்தை ….நிறைவேறாத தனது கனவுகளை நம் மூலம் நிஜமாக்கி

பார்த்து மகிழ்வான் ஒரு தந்தை!!!!!!!!!!!

*தன்னுடைய குழந்தை மூலம் தான் அடையாளம் கண்டுகொள்ளப்படும் போதுதான் ஒரு அப்பா , தந்தையாகிறான் !!!!

*அறிவு,உடல்நலம், நல்ல வேலை, சமுதாயத்தின் பாராட்டு இவை யாவும் அவன் குழந்தைக்கு கிடைக்க வேண்டும்

என்றுதான் ஓவொரு தந்தையும் விரும்புகிறான் …தினமும் அதற்காக பாடுபடுகிறான்!!!

*தாயின் தியாகம் தீபம் என்றால் , ஒரு தந்தையின் தியாகம் ஊதுவத்தி போல !!!!

* தன்னுடைய மகன் தன்னை மிஞ்சிவிட்டான் என்றால் , அதற்காக மகிழ்ந்து , நெகிழ்ந்து நிற்கும்

ஒரே ஜீவன் தந்தைதான் !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*இதோ . இன்று முதிய தந்தை ,சாலையை கடக்கும் பொழுது ..ஒரு புறம் மகளும் , இன்னொருபுறம்

மகனும் , தங்களை வளர்த்து அரவணைத்த தந்தையின் கரங்களை தாங்கிக்கொள்ள பணிவோடு தயாராக உள்ளன!!!!

படித்ததில் பிடித்தது …சத்யம் சிவம் சாய்பாபா …

.SOURCE:::KUMUDAM TAMIL WEEKLY,,20 JUNE 2012…”.சத்யம் சிவம் சாய்பாபா ‘ …..
பாபாவின் அன்புக்கு எல்லை ஒன்றும் இல்லை ….பாபாவின் அன்பு எல்லா ஜீவனிடமும் ஒரே மாதிரிதான் ….கீழே கண்ட நிகழ்வு ஒரு உதாரணம் ……படித்ததில் பிடித்ததால் உங்களுடன் பகிர்ந்து கொள்கிறேன் ….

நடராசன்

1972 நவம்பர் ..மாதம் …23 ..ம்…நாள் …பாபா வின் ..பிறந்த .நாள் .விழா . புட்டபர்த்தியில் …கோலாகலமாக .நடந்து ..கொண்டிருந்தது …

பாபாவை ..தரிசனம் ..செய்ய .அஸ்ஸாம்..தலை நகரிலிருந்து ….60 ..பக்தர்கள் ..வருகை .புரிந்திருந்தார்கள் .
நெடும் .தொலைவிலிருந்து ..வந்திருந்த , அந்த ..பக்தர்களுக்காக ..பாபா ..ஒரு .சிறப்பு தரிசனம் அளித்து ., சின்னதாக ..அருளுரையும் .நிகழ்த்தினார் …பின்னர் .அவர்களுக்கு ..விபூதி ..பிரசாதம் ..வழங்கினார் …

ஒருஒருவராக ..ஆனந்தமாக ..வரிசையில் .வந்து..பாபாவின் ,.பொற்கரங்களால் .பிரசாதம் .பெற்றுகொண்டார்கள் ….அந்த ..குழுவில் .லாக்கி ..என்று ஒரு பெண் இருந்தாள்….அவள் ஒரு ..
நர்ஸ் ….அவளது ..முறை ..வரும்போது … அவளுக்கும் ..விபூதி ..கொடுத்தார் …பாபா …அதை ..
கண்ணில் ..ஒற்றிக்கொண்டு ..அவள் …நகரும்போது …” ஒரு ..நிமிடம் …இங்கே …வா..” என்றார் …சத்ய
சாய் ..பாபா .

அந்த ..பெண் ..ஒன்றும் .புரியாமல் .., என்னமோ ., .ஏதோ.என்று… பதறி…பாபாவை …நெருங்கியபோது .., அவளுக்கு …மட்டும் ..மீண்டும் …ஒரு முறை ..விபூதி …கொடுத்தார் …பாபா ………..

அந்த ..பெண்ணுக்கு ..ஒன்றும் ..புரியவில்லை …அவளை ..பார்த்து …சிரித்தபடி ..”இந்த ..விபூதி ..உனக்கு ..அல்ல…உன்னுடைய ..செல்ல ..பூனைக்கு!”…என்றார் ..பாபா….

அவ்வளவுதான் ….அந்த ..பெண் .., பொங்கி ..பொங்கி ..அழ ..ஆரம்பித்துவிட்டாள்!!!!!.பாபா ..அவளுக்கு ..மட்டும் …2 ..முறை ..விபூதி ..கொடுத்தது …எதனால்? ..அதுவும் ..ஒரு ..பூனைக்கு …தந்தது ..ஏன்?..இத்தனைக்கும் ..அந்த …பெண் ..பாபாவை ..தரிசனம் ..செய்வது ..அதுதான் ..முதல் .முறை.!!!!

உண்மையில் ..என்னதான் ..நடந்தது?….அந்த ..பெண் ..லாக்கியின் ..பிளாஷ் .பேக் ..கொஞ்சம் ..பார்க்க ..வேண்டும்!!!!!!!!! வாங்க ..பாக்கலாம் !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

அது ..ஒரு மழை ..காலம் …அசாமில் ..உள்ள ஒரு நகரம் …லாக்கி…பிரபலமான ..ஒரு ..மருத்துவமனையில் …நர்ஸ் ..ஆக..பணி..புரிந்து ..வந்தாள்…பணி ..முடிந்து ..மழையில் ..லேசாக நனைந்தபடி ..,அவள் ..வீட்டுக்கு ..வரும்போது ..சாக்கடை ..தண்ணீரில் …தத்தளித்தபடி ..ஒரு ..சின்ன ..
பூனைக்குட்டி ..உயிருக்கு ..போராடி.கொண்டு இருப்பதை ..பார்த்தாள்….

இயல்பாகவே …இரக்க..சுபாவம் ..கொண்ட ..லாக்கி .., அந்த..பூனையை …காப்பாற்றி .., வீட்டுக்கு .
கொண்டு ..வந்தாள் …அதை ..சுத்தம் ..செய்து ..குளிப்பாட்டி ..உணவும் ….கொடுத்தாள்!!!!!

லாக்கியின் ..அக்காவுக்கு ..இந்த ..பூனை …வீட்டில் ..இருப்பது ..பிடிக்கவே ..இல்லை….எப்போது ..பார்த்தாலும் ..மியா..மியாவ் ..என்று ..கத்திக்கொண்டு …, ரோமம் …எல்லாம் ..உதிர்த்துக்கொண்டு ..
நோஞ்சானாக …ஒரு ..ஜீவன் …அங்கே ..உலவி ..வருவதை ..பார்க்க …அக்காவுக்கு ..வெறுப்பும் ..அருவருப்பும்!!!!

தங்கை ..லாக்கியை …இதற்காக ..திட்டினாள்..அக்கா…இந்த ..பூனையை ..கொண்டுபோய் ..எங்காவது ,,விட்டுவிடு …என்று ..கத்தினாள்….தங்கை …கேட்பதாக ..இல்லை…

இத்தனைக்கும் ..அவர்கள் ..இருவருமே ..சாய்பாபா ..பக்தைகள் !!!!!!!!!அவர்கள் ..வீடு .பூராவும் .சாய்பாபா .படங்களாக ..இருக்கும்….வீட்டில் ..இருக்கும் ..100 …படங்களில் ..60 …படங்கள் …சாய்பாபா ..படங்கள்..!!!!

மிருகங்களிடமும் ..அன்பு ..செலுத்து ..என்ற …பாபாவின் …வாக்கு ..மட்டும் …அந்த …அக்காவை ..எட்டவில்லை …போலும்!!!!!!

ஒரு ..நாள் ..அவர்கள் ..வீட்டுக்கு …விருந்தினர்கள் ..பலர் ..வருவதாக ..இருந்தது ..தடபுடலாக ..உணவு ..தயார் ..ஆகி ..கொண்டிருந்தது ….அப்போது ..ஒரு ..சம்பவம் ..நிகழ்ந்தது ….விருந்தினருக்காக ..டேபிளில் வைத்திருந்த …..மீன் …துண்டுகளில் ….ஒன்றை…கவ்விக்கொண்டு….இந்த …பூனை …ஓடிவிட்டது.!!!!!

அவ்வளவுதான்!!!!!!..அக்கா ..படு ..டென்ஷன் ..ஆகி …, தங்கை…லாக்கியை ..ஒரு ..பிடி ..பிடித்து விட்டாள்!!!! ….”கொஞ்சம் …கூட …அறிவே ..இல்லையாடி ..உனக்கு???.ஒரு ..திருட்டு ..பூனையை …கொண்டு ..வந்து ..வீட்டில் ..வைத்திருக்கிறாய் …பூனை …வாய் ..வைத்த …உணவை …எப்படி ..விருந்தாளிகளுக்கு …போட..முடியும்?..அறிவே ..இல்லாமல்.ஒரு ..முட்டாள் ..பூனையை …வைத்துகொண்டு …என்…உயிரை ..ஏன்..எடுக்கிறாய்???” …என்றெல்லாம் ..வசை ..பாட ..ஆரம்பித்து ..விட்டாள்!!!!!..

புகைப்படத்தில் ..இருந்த …பாபா..இதை ..எல்லாம் …பார்த்துக்கொண்டுதான் …இருந்தார்!!!.

பூனைக்கு …பிடித்த …உணவு ..மீன் …அதை …மூடி …பத்திரமாக …வைத்துகொள்ளாமல்…பூனையை ..திட்டுவதால் ..என்ன ..பயன்?????????

அக்கா ..திட்ட ..திட்ட .,தங்கை. லாக்கிக்கும் …பூனை …மேல் ..கோபம்..வந்தது..அருகில் ..இருந்த …துடைப்பத்தை ..எடுத்து…பூனையை …தேடி ..சென்று.. .எரிச்சலுடன் ..ஒரே ..அடி!!!!..மீன் ..துண்டு..சிதற ..அலறியபடி…அடுத்த …அறைக்கு …ஓடியது …பூனை!!!!

எரிச்சலுடன் …மீண்டும் ..அடிப்பதற்காக ..பூனையை …துரத்தும் ..சமயம் …அந்த அதிசயம் …நடந்தது!!!!
வீட்டுக்குள் ..ஒரு ..குண்டு ..வெடிக்கும் ..சப்தம் ….சுவரில் ..மாட்டி ..இருந்த ..எல்லா..படங்களும் ..கீழே .
விழுந்து …கண்ணாடி …சிதறின…

பூகம்பம்தான் ..வந்து ..விட்டது ..என்று ..நினைத்து ..எல்லோரும் ..வீட்டுக்கு .வெளியே …ஓடினர்..ஆனால் ..வெளியே …ஒன்றும் …நடக்கவில்லை!!!!….

ஒன்றுமே ..புரியாமல் …வீட்டுக்குள் ..திரும்ப …வந்த ..போது…,சுவரில் ..இருந்த ..பகவான் ..பாபாவின் ..படங்கள் ..மட்டும்….சரியாக ..60 …படங்கள்..கீழே …விழுந்து …சிதறி…கிடப்பதை …கண்டார்கள் …மற்ற ..
சுவாமி ..படங்கள் ..எல்லாம் ..சுவரில் ..எந்த …பாதிப்பும் ..இல்லாமல் ..சுவரில் …இருந்தன!!!!

அந்த காட்சியை ..பார்த்ததுமே ..சகோதரிகளுக்கு ..ஒரு ..உண்மை ..புரிந்தது…பூனையை ..அடித்தது ..பாபாவுக்கு …பிடிக்கவில்லை…கூடுதலாக ..ஒரு ..அடி.. பூனை ..மேல் ..விழக்கூடாது ..என்றுதான் …பாபா ..இப்படி ..ஒரு ..செயலை ..செய்து ..இருக்கிறார் ….என்று..புரிந்ததும் ..சகோதரிகள் …இருவரும் …தேம்பி ..தேம்பி…..அழது …கதறினார்கள் …..

தன் …எஜமானிகளுக்கு…என்னமோ ..ஆகி ..விட்டது …என்று …பதறியபடி …அவர்கள் …அருகில் ..வந்து ..நின்றது …அடி ..வாங்கிய …பூனை..!!!!

துடைப்பக்கட்டை ..அடியின் ..வலி ..இன்னும் ..அதன் ..உடம்பில் ..இருந்ததால் …, தன்னை ..இளைப்பாறிக்கொள்ள ….தன் ..உடம்பை..ஒரு ..முறை. சிலிர்த்துகொண்டது ….பூனை!!!!!!
அப்போது…, அதன் ..உடம்பிலிருந்து …தூசி ..போல புகை …மூட்டம்….கிளம்பியது…அதன் …மணத்தை..
நுகர்ந்த …சகோதரிகள் …இருவரும் ….ஆடிபோனார்கள்….ஆம்……அது….விபூதி …மணம்!!!!!

அந்த ..பூனையின் ..உடம்பிலிருந்து …உதிர்ந்த ..எல்லாம் …விபூதி…வாசனை …விபூதி………பாபாவின் ..விபூதி!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

நடுங்கிப்போன …அவர்கள் ..இருவரும் ..மானசீகமாக ….பாபாவிடம் …மன்னிப்பு …கேட்டுகொண்டார்கள்…
அந்த ..பூனையை ..தடவி ..கொடுத்து …,அதற்க்கு..பிடித்த ..உணவு ..கொடுத்து..பூனையை ..ஆசுவாச படுத்தினார்கள்….

அப்புறம் என்ன !!!! அக்காவுக்கும் …பூனை ,…செல்ல ..பூனை ..ஆகிவிட்டது!!!அந்த வீட்டின் எஜமானி அம்மா .மாதிரி…வலம்..வர ..ஆரம்பித்துவிட்டது, …பூனை!!!!!!!..பாபாவின்…ஆசி ..பெற்ற ..பூனை …அல்லவா!!!!!!!!!!!!!

அதன் பிறகு , 6 …மாதம்..கழித்து…லாக்கி …பாபாவை ….தரிசனம் ….செய்யும் … நேரம்தான் …பாபா.
லாக்கிக்கு…மட்டுமில்லாமல் ..அவள் …செல்ல …பூனைக்கும் ….விபூதி கொடுத்து ..ஆசி ..வழங்கினார்!!!!!!!!..

ஒன்றை மட்டும் ..இதை படிப்பவர்கள் ..நினைவில் ….வைத்துகொள்ளுங்கள் ……அன்பு ..மறுக்கப்படும்
எந்த ..இடத்தையும் ,…சமயத்தையும்,….சத்ய சாய் ..பாபா …துப்பறிகிறார்!!!…நாம் ..வழி …தவறும் ..பொழுதெல்லாம் ..பாபா ..நம்மை …எச்சரிக்கிறார்…அவருடைய …திருக்கரங்கள்…அடிவானத்துக்கு ..
அப்பாலும் …செல்லகூடிய …சக்தி ..வாய்ந்தது……காலச்சக்கரத்தின் …சுழற்சியை …தாண்ட …கூடியது …மனிதன், பறவை,விலங்கு,புழு,மரம்,செடி,கொடி …எல்லோரின்..நலம் ..காக்க., பாபா ..முன் .மாதிரியாக இருக்கிறார். ….பாபாவின் …அன்புக்கு ..எல்லையே …இல்லை!!!…..ஏனென்றால் …எல்லாமாக ..இருப்பவர் அவரே!!!!!!!!!!!

ஓம் ……சாய் ….ராம் …..

நடராசன்.

NATIONAL INTEREST….SELECTION FOR THE HIGHEST OFFICE….

SOURCE: Shekar Gupta column in NEW Indian Express on the selection of the President …

How the Candidates for Highest Position in our Nation are shortlisted and selected…..you all might have read. Still this input from MR.Shekar Gupta on the relevant subject is thought provoking .. Hence the article is reproduced for the benefit of those who missed this article in News paper mode…

Natarajan

Four interesting notions have lately emerged in the public discourse on the forthcoming presidential election. First, that the current jockeying and dealmaking is unprecedented and is more evidence of our politics having sunk to its nadir. Second, that given the stature and dignity of the office, it should not go to a full-time politician. Third, that the election to Rashtrapati Bhavan should not be “politicised”, meaning that it should be consensual, if not unanimous. And fourth, since the president’s office is largely ceremonial, even ornamental, it is best to instal there a non-controversial (read apolitical) face all of India would love. All four need to be challenged.
The first notion comes from the simple presumption that the political history of this country began with the advent of 24-hour news TV. The fact is, Rashtrapati was always a deeply coveted political office and you had to campaign, canvass and jockey for it — within the larger political playground when numbers were divided, or within your own party, in days of clear majorities. The presidential election of 1969, for example, marked the greatest turning point in India’s political history so far, as Indira Gandhi put up V.V. Giri against her own party establishment’s Neelam Sanjiva Reddy, sought a conscience vote and won. Of course, her opponents got even in 1977 by getting Reddy elected when Mrs Gandhi had lost power post-Emergency. So, the office of the president has been a greatly coveted and contentious political office whenever the numbers have made a contest possible. That is why the political drama unfolding right now is entirely expected, and healthy, given the arithmetic, algebra and geometry of the electoral college today. It is normal politics.
The office of the president is nothing but a political one. Anybody who has passed Class X anywhere in India has read about the role and powers of the president of India. So those who now compare that office with the British monarch’s have forgotten what they read in their school textbooks. The founding fathers created a flexible and dynamic constitutional framework for the presidency. It can often be ceremonial, but equally, active in a role that can range from advisory to interventionist. The president can intervene in — at least raise the flag, question and delay — key appointments (including those of Supreme Court judges) and laws she may consider harmful. In a fractious polity, a good president who commands stature and respect will bring about wisdom and stability. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam did this in his last term. Similarly, even in a situation where a brute majority is ruling the country, a powerful personality in the Rashtrapati Bhavan will protect us from majoritarian excesses. Just because a Fakhruddin Ali Ahmed did not do so during the Emergency does not mean that we continue to treat all political figures as usual suspects.
In fact, the framers of the Constitution showed remarkable prescience when they defined the president’s role and powers. The president may usually have no powers other than cutting ribbons or pinning medals on people’s chests. But she is to also provide a constitutional, moral and even political centre of gravity in times of crisis — and divisive politics. She also has to plug the breaches and fill the vacuum in political authority that can sometimes arise in such a divided polity.
That should answer those who think, mistakenly, that this is a ceremonial office for a pretty face in “these times of popular disgust for dirty politics and cynicism”. It is, in fact, for this precise reason that we need a deeply political figure — but, of course, one that draws respect from the widest sections of our politics and society — in the Rashtrapati Bhavan.
The basic question is — do you want a nobody or a giant in the Rashtrapati Bhavan? There may have been junctures in our political history when the job could have been dismissed as a mere sinecure. But this isn’t one of those times. Indian politics and the rule of the Constitution face many crises. Who knows how many general elections we may have to face in the next five years: one, for sure, but maybe two, even three? We need political experience, stature, respect and calm in the Rashtrapati Bhavan. This is what will make the 13th Rashtrapati’s five years so different. This should then answer the three remaining apolitical notions.
Am I, therefore, suggesting that there will be only one candidate worthy of that office in this race? Far from it, and definitely not yet. We should celebrate, first of all, the fact that the office was so severely contested. The presidency is not a Padma award or a Rajya Sabha nomination. Nor should it be trivialised and demeaned like the office of the governor (Rajyapal). It should be contested.
As a candidate, Pranab Mukherjee brings a CV worthy of the job. Four successful, eventful decades in public life give him experience unmatched by any other. He has checked every box for a long marcher in Indian politics, except the home ministry and, of course, a stint in jail as somebody’s political prisoner. He has another privilege unmatched by any of his peers: he can shout at anybody and they will listen like delinquent schoolkids. But he will also be conscious that he has been doing that rather too often lately. He should make a pretty good president.
And if Kalam contests, he will have real competition. Kalam was not a politician, but learnt quickly. He made a great president at a difficult time, defying the government, Parliament and even the judiciary to block bad policies, laws and appointments, and applying the healing, calming touch after the awful events of 2002 in Gujarat. Frankly, if I speak entirely as a journalist, I do wish that Kalam decides to contest. That seems purely academic now but, honestly, it would have been some contest to cover.
Postscript: I wrote two National Interest articles more critical of Kalam than any you have seen anywhere (‘Kalam’s Banana Republic’, IE, April 28, 2001, and ‘The Rashtrapati Reward’, IE, June 22, 2002). The second was published when he had been named candidate for president. That Saturday morning I got a call from Brajesh Mishra, then NSA.
“Arrey bhai kya likhte rehte hain aap, Kalam sahib pareshan hain,” he said and asked if I’d go and have coffee with Kalam on Monday at 11 am in his Vigyan Bhavan office.
I walked in dutifully, a little bit apprehensive, rehearsing my usual defence. Kalam greeted me most warmly. Inquired after my wife’s health. They were both regular evening walkers in South Delhi’s Siri Fort Sports Complex. Then he gave me coffee and asked if I had read his India 2020: A Vision for the
The clamour for an ‘apolitical consensus’ betrays ignorance — and needs to be challenged
New Millennium. He gave me a copy and fondly signed it. I was still waiting to hear his complaints. But he instead asked if I would be inclined to know more about his vision, even participate in his project. “I need brilliant, patriotic minds like you,” he said. I made some embarrassed thanks-you-are-so-kind-but-how-can-I type of noises. He refilled my coffee and said more nice things about me, my writing and my views. Then he topped it with: “Shekharji, I have never found anything on which I disagree with you.”
Now this is not the script I had come rehearsed for. But I was now figuring the man had a politician’s tact, thick skin and magnanimity. He would make a pretty solid politician, I said to myself. I was never wrong on that one.