I have never understood the need for a blogspot. It seemed very unnecessary to me (might have been the typical medico nature in me) until now.
I have been living in a hostel of a medical college since a couple of years and the best pass time for us in late evenings has been Arnab Goswami's talk on Times Now. I have always felt that the talks over issues (political/social etc) and its effects on "common man" are pointless. I never understood the reason for us being branded as the "common man" until now.
The day I joined my MD in Vellore, away from home, I was totally excited about the independence I would enjoy. When it came to hanging out with friends, the night outs, the incessant chatter and rest of the girly stuff. But with time I have realized there is an added interest to this loan that i gotta pay for! The ability to handle being a "common man"..
There have been a few incidents in the recent past that changed my whole outlook towards- the people around, law makers, heads; anyone above the "common man". I then started realising why we are called the "common man". I would like to share one at this juncture as this is what made me start blogging! The need to voice out somewhere irrespective of it having any solution!
Traffic police in Bangalore have always been the talk of the town since centuries. But there have been rumours of them having improved ( since they joined fb i guess;)). But I still cant digest their atrocious behaviour towards "common man". It so happened that when my father was driving out of the parking lot (carefully since he was being monitored by 2 of us!), a lady rammed into the back. She had missed hitting my mom by inches! She was riding without a license at such a speed that the bumper was no more a bumper! This was witnessed by 2 traffic policemen. hoping they would take control of the situation we were questioning her calmly about her reckless driving. The mob gathered (as usual) and watched for a while, wondering whom to support! (those who were supposed to be driven away by the police!). Unfortunately it does not work that way in India! The mob supported her, the police hid behind a guy watching the fun and eventually "common middle class man" was the victim. The point that infuriated me was not about her running away, but was about the law makers and controllers who watched the fun! My aged father was being abused verbally by the drunkards and they still watched and joined them. They were even ready for a physical abuse which was not even stopped by the Bangalore traffic police. Then it struck me- Now I am a COMMON MAN...
I wish I could change it....
I wish I could change them....
But, I realized all I could do was to change my thinking, and walk away from the situation to safeguard my family...
I wish i did not have to do that...
I wish I had handled the situation better (If an FIR in India is better!) ...
But, I am a common man!
Dr. Swetha Raman
I have been living in a hostel of a medical college since a couple of years and the best pass time for us in late evenings has been Arnab Goswami's talk on Times Now. I have always felt that the talks over issues (political/social etc) and its effects on "common man" are pointless. I never understood the reason for us being branded as the "common man" until now.
The day I joined my MD in Vellore, away from home, I was totally excited about the independence I would enjoy. When it came to hanging out with friends, the night outs, the incessant chatter and rest of the girly stuff. But with time I have realized there is an added interest to this loan that i gotta pay for! The ability to handle being a "common man"..
There have been a few incidents in the recent past that changed my whole outlook towards- the people around, law makers, heads; anyone above the "common man". I then started realising why we are called the "common man". I would like to share one at this juncture as this is what made me start blogging! The need to voice out somewhere irrespective of it having any solution!
Traffic police in Bangalore have always been the talk of the town since centuries. But there have been rumours of them having improved ( since they joined fb i guess;)). But I still cant digest their atrocious behaviour towards "common man". It so happened that when my father was driving out of the parking lot (carefully since he was being monitored by 2 of us!), a lady rammed into the back. She had missed hitting my mom by inches! She was riding without a license at such a speed that the bumper was no more a bumper! This was witnessed by 2 traffic policemen. hoping they would take control of the situation we were questioning her calmly about her reckless driving. The mob gathered (as usual) and watched for a while, wondering whom to support! (those who were supposed to be driven away by the police!). Unfortunately it does not work that way in India! The mob supported her, the police hid behind a guy watching the fun and eventually "common middle class man" was the victim. The point that infuriated me was not about her running away, but was about the law makers and controllers who watched the fun! My aged father was being abused verbally by the drunkards and they still watched and joined them. They were even ready for a physical abuse which was not even stopped by the Bangalore traffic police. Then it struck me- Now I am a COMMON MAN...
I wish I could change it....
I wish I could change them....
But, I realized all I could do was to change my thinking, and walk away from the situation to safeguard my family...
I wish i did not have to do that...
I wish I had handled the situation better (If an FIR in India is better!) ...
But, I am a common man!
Dr. Swetha Raman
