SHAME!

The other night a colleague of mine was stranded in a local train which had run someone over, resulting in the journey being suspended for an undefined period and further resulting in her deciding to cross the railway tracks and get home sooner.
And an oncoming train hit her.
And she’s in a coma, and all of us who know her are hoping she bounces back to the cheerful girl that she is.
And when this incident took place, I learnt that, on an average, ten people are killed every day in Mumbai crossing railway tracks.
That’s a ridiculous waste of lives.
And this is a city that harbours ambitions of being called world-class.
A city where every single day is worse than the previous one for commuters. Commuters in cars, in taxis, in buses, in planes, on the trains.
As far as pedestrians go, they have to manage on a foot and a prayer.
And if you pause for a second, and consider that Mumbai is much better off than most of the towns and cities in the country, where in hell are we headed?

We have the media paying lip service to the problems that we face.
And we have politicians and bureaucrats paying lip service to the lip serving media.

And we judge the media and the politicians by this lip service, giving them their TRPs and their votes.

And I’m despondent.

I hope she makes it.

Cabbages and Kings

It’s the job.
No, it’s not, it’s just laziness.
The trouble is that most of my personal interests overlap with my professional one, and that makes it hard to blog on a site that, by my own definition, will focus on the same area.
So I’ll blog here on things that have no connect to advertising, media and marketing. Or, at the very least, are not in conflict to what I write elsewhere. Cabbages and kings, and stuff like that.