Some of my friends asked me, “Richy, why are you writing only about your family and friends these days?” They know that these two are my weaknesses. My sister constantly tells me, "Grow up Richy, grow up!" You know why? Because, to her, I am still a kid, her youngest brother. She teases me like anything, and I just love that. She is a lecturer. Her 2-years-young kid Johan is ditto like her. Very naughty and smart. My sister suffered a lot for me and I troubled her for a long time:-( And my dad used to kick me whenever I hit her. To my family, my sister is first. I call her 'chechi'. I am blessed to have a sister like her. She is as loving-n-caring as my mom. All over my biceps, there are pinch marks, presented by my sister when I was a naughty, lazy bum.
My dear loving sister, u are also lucky to have a younger brother like me:-) And I am sure that even if I get married, you will continue to tease and pinch me. That is you, 'my chechi'!
Thursday 4 December 2008
The person I admire extreme in my life
Why should we admire person? My answer is very simple. If I admire a person it means that personality influenced me very much. I admire my chachen. Oh... Sorry you don’t know who is chachen, that’s my bro. Roshen D Alexander. He is a lawyer. We have 7 years difference. He is my best friend. Only to him I share about my crushes and break-ups, and my ex-girlfriends. I am lucky that I have a brother like him. It’s not a general statement; he used to kick me till my 12 standard. And I am sure if I do anything wrong in future he will bang me, even if get marry J
Chacha you rock. If you wouldn’t beat me when I was young, I don’t know where I would be. So keep on hitting me. Then only I will learn. I owe him my life.
Chacha you rock. If you wouldn’t beat me when I was young, I don’t know where I would be. So keep on hitting me. Then only I will learn. I owe him my life.
My life in Mumbai.
Hmmm … after a long time, I am writing something about my thoughts. Basically,I didn’t have the time to sit and write. I am not acting busy. After my IIJNM life, I directly entered the corporate world. A business journalist, that is my tagline. I got what I dreamt. But, still, there is a looooooooooong way to go. May 15, 2008, I reached Mumbai, India’s trade centre, the most hectic metro in the country. I had little arrogance in my talk with my friends, who are located in different parts of the country, that I am working in Mumbai. Luckily, I got a superb place to stay, YMCA (Young Men’s Christian Association). It is in South Mumbai. (The most happening place). Here, I have a lot of friends including mallus. It’s a calm and quiet place. This place gives me a sense of tranquility. Here, we have a health club and a swing pool, which I simply can’t miss a single day! Honestly, I don’t know swimming. But I enjoy watching the city's HOT chicks swimming. My greatest hangouts are Café Coffee Day, Kalpana Bar, Marine Lines, Pizzaria, and Totos. And I go to church along with my friends. Kalpana bar and CCD are our regular places. That is only because these places are a bit affordable than others. I don't spend too much. Still, I don’t have much bank balance. I usually go with my good buddies in the hostel: Ajith, working with a good construction firm; Arjun, my room mate, working as Assistant manager with ‘Knight Frank,’ that is very famous in the hostel because of him; Rosh, an investment banker, working as the Assistant Vice President with a private firm . I have a plan to write a special blog on my hostel life, and I'll post it soon…
My office is hardly 10 minutes away from my hostel, by fast train. Train journey is really adventurous, public don’t care about your designation. We all are സെയിം in the train. I think I improved my Hindi, little bit. My work is good, meeting big guys, writing features. I don’t have any complaints about my work. I got a very good team. I already started tasting world’s most expensive drinks. But I can justify myself, that is part of my job, I cover alcoholic beverages.
These all are fine. But one fine day I was totally fucked up. That is November 26, 2008. Mumbai terror attack. I literally missed being a victim of the attack as it started hardly 15 minutes after I left the place. But I am not going to write a description of the blast and attack coz I've already written a blog on that. The irony is that even after the attack, the security check is very bleak. Cops are busy chatting with female cops or dozing. Actually, I want to abuse them on their face. They are proud of themselves, speak only marati, and don’t pay to the shoe polishing guys. Just ചെവ് pan and spit on the wall. Yuk… wearied bastards. At this point of time, I remember a famous quote by Paul Wilkinson “Fighting terrorism is like being a goalkeeper. You can make a hundred brilliant saves but the only shot that people remember is the one that gets past you.” Any way, that is not applicable to us.
People are actively participating in demonstrations, holding pluck cards. That all is going to be only for few days. We should start taking initiatives. I am sick and tired of Mumbai. To whom do we say, 'wake up India'? Everybody should say to it to oneself. I know that I don’t have any guarantee for my life. But as a citizen of India, I have the right to say that, I don’t want these bloody politicians, these F*&@ %#s just spoiling India. Next time when we go for voting, remember that our votes are precious and don’t waste them. Politics is an art, it’s a service! But today, it’s a burden to the country. I am stopping here.
“Morality is always the product of terror; its chains and strait-waistcoats are fashioned by those who dare not trust others, because they dare not trust themselves, to walk in liberty.” ...by Aldous Huxley
My office is hardly 10 minutes away from my hostel, by fast train. Train journey is really adventurous, public don’t care about your designation. We all are സെയിം in the train. I think I improved my Hindi, little bit. My work is good, meeting big guys, writing features. I don’t have any complaints about my work. I got a very good team. I already started tasting world’s most expensive drinks. But I can justify myself, that is part of my job, I cover alcoholic beverages.
These all are fine. But one fine day I was totally fucked up. That is November 26, 2008. Mumbai terror attack. I literally missed being a victim of the attack as it started hardly 15 minutes after I left the place. But I am not going to write a description of the blast and attack coz I've already written a blog on that. The irony is that even after the attack, the security check is very bleak. Cops are busy chatting with female cops or dozing. Actually, I want to abuse them on their face. They are proud of themselves, speak only marati, and don’t pay to the shoe polishing guys. Just ചെവ് pan and spit on the wall. Yuk… wearied bastards. At this point of time, I remember a famous quote by Paul Wilkinson “Fighting terrorism is like being a goalkeeper. You can make a hundred brilliant saves but the only shot that people remember is the one that gets past you.” Any way, that is not applicable to us.
People are actively participating in demonstrations, holding pluck cards. That all is going to be only for few days. We should start taking initiatives. I am sick and tired of Mumbai. To whom do we say, 'wake up India'? Everybody should say to it to oneself. I know that I don’t have any guarantee for my life. But as a citizen of India, I have the right to say that, I don’t want these bloody politicians, these F*&@ %#s just spoiling India. Next time when we go for voting, remember that our votes are precious and don’t waste them. Politics is an art, it’s a service! But today, it’s a burden to the country. I am stopping here.
“Morality is always the product of terror; its chains and strait-waistcoats are fashioned by those who dare not trust others, because they dare not trust themselves, to walk in liberty.” ...by Aldous Huxley
This is more than enough
From
Richy D Alexander
MUMBAI
To
Dr. Manmohan Singh
Prime Minister of India
New Delhi
Sub: This is more than enough
Dear Prime Minister,
Today is December 4, 2008, exactly one week after the Mumbai terror attack. I don’t want to waste your time. The main intention of this letter is to convey my agony to you. I know you have lot of things to do; you are not in a situation to sit and relax. But I’ll take only 10 minutes.
I was saved from the terror attack by a hair’s breadth and am still unable to recover from that shock. I am a young Journalist, hardly 23-years old, working with a business magazine in Mumbai. When I got into the train to Mumbai from Kerala, I had big dreams. Now I am scared of this place.
I can see a lot of cops at the railway station. But the saddest part is there is no proper checking at any of the major stations. Metal detectors are just for the namesake. I am not making a common statement generally made by people. I have proper grounds for that. Last night, RDX was found at the CST station, for which the cops had a funny explanation. Can you guarantee me and people that everything is fine after the single commando operation?
Now people of Mumbai are in good fortitude, but it will diminish within a week. We need a long-term solution, for which we need a good system, and the drivers of this system should be eligible, capable and vivacious. Right now, we don’t have any leaders with these qualities. Even if we have, they are scapegoats of Indian’s biggest terror group - the POLITICIANS. Should we not rip-off and throw these nuts? Aren’t people sick and tired of gory political drama? Are we just vote banks? We have the right to question these political terrorists. People should nab these futile creatures. Instead of lighting candles, everybody should go and visit the victims of the attack.
I am not grudging. We can do a lot. But we are not doing. If we do not do anything now, tomorrow, the assailants will come and take our country for a toss. We have good bureaucrats. Political drama is more than enough for now. Dear Sir, the whole country is with you. For a noble reason, for my country, I am ready to sacrifice my life and my family. Because I love my India.
Jai Hind.
Thank you for the consideration
Yours truly,
Richy D Alexander
Mumbai
richyjournalist@gmail.com
Richy D Alexander
MUMBAI
To
Dr. Manmohan Singh
Prime Minister of India
New Delhi
Sub: This is more than enough
Dear Prime Minister,
Today is December 4, 2008, exactly one week after the Mumbai terror attack. I don’t want to waste your time. The main intention of this letter is to convey my agony to you. I know you have lot of things to do; you are not in a situation to sit and relax. But I’ll take only 10 minutes.
I was saved from the terror attack by a hair’s breadth and am still unable to recover from that shock. I am a young Journalist, hardly 23-years old, working with a business magazine in Mumbai. When I got into the train to Mumbai from Kerala, I had big dreams. Now I am scared of this place.
I can see a lot of cops at the railway station. But the saddest part is there is no proper checking at any of the major stations. Metal detectors are just for the namesake. I am not making a common statement generally made by people. I have proper grounds for that. Last night, RDX was found at the CST station, for which the cops had a funny explanation. Can you guarantee me and people that everything is fine after the single commando operation?
Now people of Mumbai are in good fortitude, but it will diminish within a week. We need a long-term solution, for which we need a good system, and the drivers of this system should be eligible, capable and vivacious. Right now, we don’t have any leaders with these qualities. Even if we have, they are scapegoats of Indian’s biggest terror group - the POLITICIANS. Should we not rip-off and throw these nuts? Aren’t people sick and tired of gory political drama? Are we just vote banks? We have the right to question these political terrorists. People should nab these futile creatures. Instead of lighting candles, everybody should go and visit the victims of the attack.
I am not grudging. We can do a lot. But we are not doing. If we do not do anything now, tomorrow, the assailants will come and take our country for a toss. We have good bureaucrats. Political drama is more than enough for now. Dear Sir, the whole country is with you. For a noble reason, for my country, I am ready to sacrifice my life and my family. Because I love my India.
Jai Hind.
Thank you for the consideration
Yours truly,
Richy D Alexander
Mumbai
richyjournalist@gmail.com
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