Three cheers to the Karnataka Government!!

After a long time, got to read something positively good (read that as – not irritating, not depressing, not infuriating!) in the papers. The Karnataka Government has planned a Bill on making it mandatory for private hospitals to attend to the victims of accidents and other emergencies, rather than sending them to Government Hospitals, or pushing for a police enquiry. This will surely come as a huge relief to all those patients who are turned down by hospitals, when they report in after an accident, or such occurence happening under medico-legal conditions.

A huge debate still prevails on whether the life of a victim is less important than the cause of the accident and the identification of the guilty. One party says that life is important, under any circumstance. The other says that you cannot destroy evidence by altering a victim’s state before recording it, ’cause if the guilty is let loose, he (Ok… for people who may find the ‘he’ sexist, lemme add  ‘he/she’ ) shall strike again. I tend to bend towards the former argument. Even if an enquiry/post-mortem is conducted, there’s no guarantee that the victim will get justice; but by giving him timely first aid, atleast his life will be assured!!

In a case of suicide, accident, attempted murder, or anything like that; don’t the questions like “How it happened?”, “Why it happened?”, and  “Who is responsible for the situation” hold far lesser importance than “How we can improve the situation”?? Imagine the trauma of a wife, whose husband fell-off the ladder and is serious; being asked which rung of the ladder he fell from and what he was doing on it!!

That is why I give Kudos to the Karnataka Government for taking such a step, and hope that the bill is passed soon!!

The reservation issue —– yet again!!!

Stay on quota will stay: SC” screamed the headline of the TOI today… “Whoa, finally!!” was my reaction.. I was glad that finally, the Supreme Court in its “final” judgement, ruled out any possibility of the stay on 27% reservations for OBCs being implemeted in central educational institutions in the 2007-2008 academic sessions, being reversed.

But alas, as I was browsing the web in the afternoon, I came across this piece of news in TOI itself.

This article tells us that the centre plans to approach the Chief Justice of India to seek an early hearing on the OBC quota issue and hoped for a “just and compassionate” decision.

Just?? Compassionate????

To whom?? To the financially creamy, but ancestorally ‘backward’ layer of people??  

For what?? For allowing them to eat up the fair share of the deserving ones??

It really really puzzles me, irritates me, angers me!!! The issue over how much interference the Government should have in our judiciary system is burning for quite some time, and it needs to be addressed soon!

Apart from that, I wonder what exactly are Mr. Arjun Singh, and his top-boss Mr.  Manmohan Singh trying to do…. Do they plan to increase their vote-bank by employing such goofy tactics??? May be, but why don’t they realise that even if the OBCs vote in their favour, they are going to be rejected by the other sections, those affected by this policy, and other rational thinkers, alike.

A lot has been said over this reservation issue, and a lot has been heard about it. But if ‘the’ Supreme Court cannot have the final word about it, then who can???

The idol stood still……….

This is a story I once read in a Marathi newspaper that truly deeply touched my heart. It was translated from Kannada, I think. This is an abstract English translation of the story from memory, in order to reach a wider audience.

There was this small village surrounded by a forest. In the centre of the village was a sacred temple, that everyone in the village regarded with great pride and faith. The temple housed a beautiful and serenely still idol of Lord Krishna. The idol was reputed to be the oldest and the most beautiful ones among all the idols in neighbouring area. People said that the calm expression on the face of the idol, the sereneness with which it stood, for years and years and years, was absolutely matchless. The idol had survived spells of famines, floods, droughts, and was as still as ever. This fact had strengthened the devotees’ faith in the idol all the more.

One dark, stormy night, the rain poured like cats and dogs in this remote village surrounded by forests. It was thundering; lightening cut across the sky like shining blades of swords. There was not a living thing in sight, with everyone alive safe under shelter. Even the normally noisy crickets and grasshoppers did not dare to venture outside. All the doors and windows of the houses in the village stay shut.

And at such a time, an outcaste from the village, who had gone into the woods to arrange for his daily bread and butter, was trying to return back home. Fully soaked, scared and shivering, he reached the border of the village. Desperate for shelter, his glance fell upon the temple that stood so elegantly amidst the sheer chaos created by mother nature. Relieved at the sight, he rushed towards the temple. In his mixed feelings of desperation, fright, elation, and hope, he forgot one so-called important fact. He was an outcaste, and was not allowed to enter any place frequented by the again-so-called elite upper classes of the society.

As he tried to climb the 1st step of the temple, where there was this serenely still idol, the priest spotted him. “Stop there, you wretch!!”, he shrieked, and charged towards him. “Don’t you know you outcastes are NOT supposed to enter a sacred place like this!! How dare you ruin the sanctity of this place!!!”, he roared. The outcaste, then trembling with fear, looked at the sacred idol. It stood still. He fell to the feet of the priest, and begged for mercy. The priest of course did not oblige. The idol stood still.

As the fury of the winds grew in magnitude, the outcaste again requested the priest for refuge inside the temple. The priest, furious due to the blasphemous behaviour of the outcaste, again told him to get lost. “If you try to take even 1 step forward, I swear I’ll teach u a lesson!!, he screamed,” The God will teach u a lesson!” The sacred idol in the altar stood still. Despite the threats of the priests, the outcaste put his foot on the step of the temple – ’cause his desperation outweighed his fear. The priest was outraged!! “How dare an outcaste disobey me??” He ran inside the temple, got hold of an axe, and charged down at the outcaste. “You  wretch….Wait till God teaches u a lesson!!” He lifted his hand and at once brought down the axe…

The outcaste died, bleeding profusely due to the fatal blow he received! The idol still stood still…