Commodity Rates in Bangalore

Rentals going high due to people from software industry here in Bangalore (Bangaluru)

Real Estate price hike is known open robbery from IT guys by brokers / whoever it is and it’s not only Flats / Real Estate, IT guys undergo open robbery from all rich shop owners / a person who wanted to become rich as fast as possible…

The salary whatever we get, it’s our hard-earned money, most of the times sitting in the night, away from family functions, friends, etc…But all our money or most of the money are going to someone who just takes advantage of our stressful life (both mentally and physically) and our new western life style.

I do not find anything wrong in having a US / UK life style, but many open thieves (starting from Ministers to our local Restaurant owner) just swindling all our “legal money” and as we do not have any other choice becoming poor / debtor day by day.

Well most of the price hikes are just unbelievable and there is absolutely no justification (few examples given below).

Chicken Biriyani (Karaikudi 3 weeks back) – Rs. 65

Today (since last 2 weeks) same Karaikudi Chicken Biriyani (believe me, there is absolutely no change) – Rs. 78, there is no justification for such a big increase.

Pop Corn (Sathyam Complex) previously (month and half back) – Rs. 20

Today (almost the same quantity) – Rs. 30 (again, I do not find any justification)

Corn in Garuda Mall previously (month back) – Rs20 Small, Rs 30 Medium and Rs 40 High

Now, No “actual” small and real small has become 35 now and 45 for high… [Are they the farmers who have given their blood to grow this?]

(In Sathyam complex, many price hikes are really too much for no reason…)

Chips packet (Gangotree) previously (three months back) – Rs. 15

Since last two Months the same packet costs – Rs. 20 (again, I do not find any justification)

Room Clean (just once) – Rs. 200, that’s because they cleaned IT guys room.

(The moment you say that you are from Software Company, the price automatically increases…)

We guys already pays big taxes from our salaries and goes on paying other taxes too (starting from Hotel Sangeetha “Vadai” to Scotch in a bar), it’s time to think and pledge ourselves that we stop spending just for one month…

Reason(s) why we should stop spending atleast for a month:

1. 70% of the IT guys occupy the restaurants.

2. 80-90% of the IT guys go to coffee shop, hang around places, bakeries, etc.

3. Most of the IT guys go to Sathyam complex, Movies

If we stop going / spending just for a month, their business automatically goes down and they would have no other choice except to bring down the price, that’s what happened when IT industry was down three years back.

Somehow directly or indirectly we are responsible for this unjust price hike and now, only we could prevent this open robberies, please add your comments or experiences and keep forwarding this email to all your known people, I am sure even if 25% of us realizes and acts accordingly, it could and would make lot of difference to us.

(Let’s try and prevent unjust price hike)

Save the IT People from Debts

* Property market in Year 2001 -2004 was quiet Ok; People were able to buy Flats in reasonable rates.

*Year 2005 -2006 , Some of the well known builders started the rates boom , flat which was at the cost of Rs.900 Sq Ft now became 2200 to 2800

The Taj..

The Taj Mahal (Hindi: ताज महल, Urdu: تاج محل) is a mausoleum located in Agra, India. The Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan commissioned it as a mausoleum for his favorite wife, Mumtaz Mahal. Construction began in 1632 and was completed in approximately 1648. Some dispute surrounds the question of who designed the Taj Mahal; it is clear a team of designers and craftsmen were responsible for the design, with Ustad Ahmad Lahauri considered the most likely candidate as the principal designer.The Taj Mahal (sometimes called “the Taj”) is generally considered the finest example of Mughal architecture, a style that combines elements of Persian, Turkish, Indian, and Islamic architectural styles. While the white domed marble mausoleum is the most familiar part of the monument, the Taj Mahal is actually an integrated complex of structures. It was listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1983 when it was described as a “universally admired masterpiece of the world’s heritage.”

To My Friends…

One morning you will never wake up
Do all your friends know you love them?
I was thinking…I could die today, tomorrow or next week,
and I wondered if I had
any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed rekindling, or
three words needing to be said. Let every one of your friends know you
love them. Even if you think they don’t love you back, you would be amazed at
what those three little words and a smile can do.
And just in case GOD calls me home before I see you again……
I LOVE YA!!!

—- Probin

Upagupta

Rabindranath Tagore
The Nobel Prize in Literature 1913
Biography
Rabindranath Tagore Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) was the youngest son of Debendranath Tagore, a leader of the Brahmo Samaj, which was a new religious sect in nineteenth-century Bengal and which attempted a revival of the ultimate monistic basis of Hinduism as laid down in the Upanishads. He was educated at home; and although at seventeen he was sent to
England for formal schooling, he did not finish his studies there. In his mature years, in addition to his many-sided literary activities, he managed the family estates, a project which brought him into close touch with common humanity and increased his interest in social reforms. He also started an experimental school at Shantiniketan where he tried his Upanishadic ideals of education. From time to time he participated in the Indian nationalist movement, though in his own non-sentimental and visionary way; and Gandhi, the political father of modern
India, was his devoted friend. Tagore was knighted by the ruling British Government in 1915, but within a few years he resigned the honour as a protest against British policies in
India.Tagore had early success as a writer in his native
Bengal. With his translations of some of his poems he became rapidly known in the West. In fact his fame attained a luminous height, taking him across continents on lecture tours and tours of friendship. For the world he became the voice of India’s spiritual heritage; and for India, especially for
Bengal, he became a great living institution.Although Tagore wrote successfully in all literary genres, he was first of all a poet. Among his fifty and odd volumes of poetry are Manasi (1890) [The Ideal One], Sonar Tari (1894) [The Golden Boat], Gitanjali (1910) [Song Offerings], Gitimalya (1914) [Wreath of Songs], and Balaka (1916) [The Flight of Cranes]. The English renderings of his poetry, which include The Gardener (1913), Fruit-Gathering (1916), and The Fugitive (1921), do not generally correspond to particular volumes in the original Bengali; and in spite of its title, Gitanjali: Song Offerings (1912), the most acclaimed of them, contains poems from other works besides its namesake. Tagore’s major plays are Raja (1910) [The King of the Dark Chamber], Dakghar (1912) [The Post Office], Achalayatan (1912) [The Immovable], Muktadhara (1922) [The Waterfall], and Raktakaravi (1926) [Red Oleanders]. He is the author of several volumes of short stories and a number of novels, among them Gora (1910), Ghare-Baire (1916) [The Home and the World], and Yogayog (1929) [Crosscurrents]. Besides these, he wrote musical dramas, dance dramas, essays of all types, travel diaries, and two autobiographies, one in his middle years and the other shortly before his death in 1941. Tagore also left numerous drawings and paintings, and songs for which he wrote the music himself.From Nobel Lectures, Literature 1901-1967, Editor Horst Frenz, Elsevier Publishing Company, Amsterdam, 1969This autobiography/biography was first published in the book series Les Prix Nobel. It was later edited and republished in Nobel Lectures. To cite this document, always state the source as shown above.Rabindranath Tagore died on August 7, 1941.

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UPAGUPTA

Upagupta, the disciple of Buddha, lay sleep in
the dust by the city wall of
Mathura.
Lamps were all out, doors were all shut, and
stars were all hidden by the murky sky of August.
Whose feet were those tinkling with anklets,
touching his breast of a sudden?
He woke up startled, and a light from a woman’s
lamp fell on his forgiving eyes.
It was dancing girl, starred with jewels,
Wearing a pale blue mantle, drunk with the wine
of her youth.
She lowered her lamp and saw young face
austerely beautiful.
“Forgive me, young ascetic,” said the woman,
“Graciously come to my house. The dusty earth
is not fit bed for you.”
The young ascetic answered, “Woman,
go on your way;
When the time is ripe I will come to you.”
Suddenly the black night showed its teeth
in a flash of lightening.
The storm growled from the corner of the sky, and
The woman trembled in fear of some unknown danger.
* . *
A year has not yet passed.
It was evening of a day in April,
in spring season.
The branches of the way side trees were full of blossom.
Gay notes of a flute came floating in the
warm spring air from a far.
The citizens had gone to the woods for the
festival of flowers.
From the mid sky gazed the full moon on the
shadows of the silent town.
The young ascetic was walking along the lonely street,
While overhead the love-sick koels uttered from the
mango branches their sleepless plaint.
Upagupta passed through the city gates, and
stood at the base of the rampart.
Was that a woman lying at his feet in the
shadow of the mango grove?
Stuck with black prestilence, her body
spotted with sores of small-pox,
She had been hurriedly removed from the town
To avoid her poisonous contagion.
The ascetic sat by her side, took her head
on his knees,
And moistened her lips with water, and
smeared her body with sandal balm.
“Who are you, merciful one?” asked the woman.
“The time, at last, has come to visit you, and
I am here,” replied the young ascetic.