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Day 18: Killer Chillar

Location : The Supermarket

I buy some grocery items and cosmetics. I stand in queue at the billing counter and when my turn arrives, the person at the counter scans the items and tells me the amount. It is 439 INR. I give him a 500 INR note and he hands me back 60 INR and one eclairs toffee instead of Re 1.

WTH!! Many of you must have faced a similar situation. Why am I unhappy with one of the most popular chocolates? Because

# It is not a fair exchange

# In reality I am being forced to buy something instead of getting money due.

# You know how a pot of water fills by drops of water. Similarly losing change at grocery stores and other such places regularly is actually creating a big difference.

# Chocolates and candies are bad for teeth so there can be an increase in dental bills

# Chocolates and candies are high in saturated fat, and a large part of the calories in this food come from sugars. This food also has Trans Fat.

# Most importantly I want my change and I DO NOT want an eclairs!

A survey conducted in 2012 by the Reserve Bank of India (RBI), in response to complaints from the public, found that 44% of people in 12 Indian cities had the same experience; candies instead of coins for change.

According to The Hindu dated 4 April 2013, 18 bank branches have been identified to distribute coins daily and tide over the shortage

1. There is a dearth of Rs. 2, Rs. 5 coins in many cities across India

2. Banks say they distribute 10-30 bags, each containing 2,500 coins, every month

3. RBI has pumped in coins worth nearly Rs. 16 crore over the past year

After RBI’s decision, coin counters in banks have closed down and the shortage of small-denomination notes and coins has hit the roof. Small-time traders and merchants depend heavily upon these coin counters at banks. There is a huge bottleneck in the circulation of coins in the market. For my research for this post, I came to know that shopkeepers and retailers are forced to pay 8% premium to get 100 Re1 coins in the black market. This means they pay Rs8 to Rs10 extra to get 100 coins in Re1, Rs2 and Rs5 denominations. But why do they do that? Because of customers who want their change back and they are not wrong in doing that. But due to insufficient coin circulation, customers are not able to give change but want their due change. Moreover, customers are choosy about which coins they want; the 50-paise coin being the least popular. Though RBI has not discontinued 50 paise coins, people refuse to accept them including beggars. But there are some places where they are still in use.

Some shopkeepers blame the ATMs that churn out only notes of large denominations, some shopkeepers allege that the coins are all taken to Tamil Nadu, melted and made into razor blades.  Confused? ’The one rupee coin after melting can yield six to seven blades, making its total worth over Rs 50. The shopkeepers are turning to beggars and eunuchs for help! But even the beggars are refusing to part with the precious change and if they do, they charge extra for it. Shopkeepers also procure coins from temples and churches, who also don’t give it for free.

Some of the coin counters still functioning are predated by agents who are actually into this very business..they have an understanding with bank officials at the counters and get coins easily instead of shopkeepers standing in queue. Later they sell these coins at a profit to desperate retailers.

A possible solution to this problem, the note to coin change machine made by UK-based Thomas Automatics has been acquired by the government and 150 of those have been installed in banks, railway stations and temples across India since 2003 as of 2007. But it has its own set of issues like equipment failure, low public acceptance etc.

That day is not far when we, the consumers, have to start giving eclairs toffee to toll booths, shopkeepers etc. Toll booths have not started giving eclairs toffee yet but I think they are the ones who should. Maybe the toffee will have some calming effect on drivers and help prevent accidents. :)

or maybe RBI can just declare the eclairs toffee as the new Re 1 coin.

P.S. Chillar means change in Hindi. Candies as change can kill us with diabetes hence the name “Killer Chillar” :D

Appeal to the Public from RBI Website

The Bank, with active co-operation from various agencies, has endeavoured to distribute the coins in an equitable manner to all parts of the country. The mission cannot be successful without unstinting support from the people at large and the various voluntary agencies. Members of public are requested to avoid holding on to coins and instead, use them freely for transactions to make sure that there is a smooth circulation of coins. Voluntary agencies are requested to educate the public about the various facilities available in their areas for distribution of coins, exchange of soiled notes and proper handling of notes.

P.P.S I missed again on Day 17. I was physically and exhausted due to a tiring day at work.

Day 11: Fishy Talk

So I have completed ten days of daily blogging which is around one third of the month!! Phew!! and Yayy!!

Now coming to the topic, let me narrate an incident.

One evening, on our way to a shopping complex, I stopped at a pharmacy store. While I was inside, my Dad called on my mobile and we conversed in Bengali. After the call ended, the shopkeeper asked me ” Are you a Bengali or Oriya?” (Now the population of both Bongs and Oriya people is high in Bangalore and Kannadigas can’t tell the difference). The conversation proceeded like this

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Day 5: Bhulakkad

You may have heard the old saying that a couple that stays together start to resemble each other. A lot of research has been done in this field and you just need to Google it to read all the articles and see all the photos. For example, University of Michigan psychologist Robert Zajonc conducted an experiment to test this phenomenon. He analyzed photographs of couples taken when they were newlyweds and photographs of the same couples taken 25 years later. Apparently, a couple who had no resemblance when they first married began to have similar, though subtle, facial features after 25 years. Research reveals that the happier the marriage, the more the couple resembles each other.

But what about their behaviour? Does it also start to become similar?

Where do I begin to tell the stories of D’s forgetfulness? And I think it is hereditary because my FIL is very forgetful and so is my SIL. Once , while on his way to the ration shop to take kerosene, my FIL came back home thrice….first for shopping bag, second time for kerosene bottle and third time for wallet!!

And now I am becoming like D. Once, I hurried up to the return bus at work to get a good seat (I like sitting only in the front or second row and near window to control my motion sickness) and settled down nicely. The bus was about to leave and my gut feeling was telling me something is missing. Then I remembered -  I had come to work on my two-wheeler that day!!! :oops:

With much embarrassment I got down from the bus with all colleagues, walking up to the bus, asking me what happened.

And, again today, I repeated the same incident!!! :oops::oops: And D reminded me while I was talking to him on phone!! :D

Sigh! Ab mera kya hoga?

“The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche

FORGETFULNESS

P.S. the title is in Hindi and means “someone who forgets”

Mere Piya Gaye Swedoon

हेलो,हिन्दुस्तान का होमटून

हेलो,मैं स्विदून से बोल रहा हूँ

मैं अपनी बीवी रीमादेवी से बात करना

चाहता हूँ

मेरे पिया, हो मेरे पिया गये स्विदून

किया है वहाँ से टेलीफून

तुम्हारी याद सताती है,

जिया में आग लगाती है


हम छोड़ के हिन्दुस्तान,बहुत पछ्ताये

बहुत पछ्ताये

हुई भूल जो तुम को साथ ना लेकर आए

हम स्विदून की गलियों में,

और तुम हो होमटून

तुम्हारी याद सताती है,

जिया में आग लगाती है

मेरी नींद भी खो गयी टाइम डिफरेन्स के मारे

टाइम डिफरेन्स के मारे

मैं अधमुई सी हो गई चिंता के मारे

तुम बिन साजन,

सूनी सूनी बीत रही है जुलाई और जून

तुम्हारी याद सताती है,

जिया में आग लगाती है

अजी तुमसे बिछड़के हो गये हम सन्यासी

हम सन्यासी

खा लेते हैं जो मिल जाए

घास फूस बासी

अजी फीका फीका खा के कर रहे गुज़ारा

भूल गये जीरा मिर्ची लहसून

तुम्हारी याद सताती है,

जिया में आग लगाती है

अजी बड़ा अजीब देश है ये कैसा

ये कैसा

रात के ग्यारह बजे लगता है

दिन जैसा

अजी धूप से है परेशान

शाम लगे फोरनून

तुम्हारी याद सताती है,

जिया में आग लगाती है

मेरे पिया, हो मेरे पिया गये स्विदून

किया है वहाँ से टेलीफून

तुम्हारी याद सताती है,

जिया में आग लगाती है

My version of the famous song. :D D has gone abroad to Sweden and Netherlands for three weeks which has made the poet in me rise from slumber. :mrgreen: The original song – click “Mere Piya Gaye Rangoon” and click here for lyrics and meaning.

A Night’s Tale

So it has been one week since I arrived in Bangalore. Been busy cleaning and setting up new home, buying furniture (which, by the way, is way costlier than that in Pune), buying drinkable water :(, fighting rust problem (which was not there in Pune), roaming around in wonderful weather (way too much traffic than that in Pune), watching movies, meeting relatives and trying to stay connected with world through TATA PHOTON whose signal is simply horrible at the area we live. I had thought I would clear all blogging backlog – reading, commenting, replying to comments – but this damn connection! D’s office is close from here so we chose this area to live. But who would have guessed such an incident will occur with me one night!!! :-o

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Trip to Digha Part 1

Continued from here

Just like a scene from a Bollywood film, the last bogie of the train chugged away just as we reached the correct platform.

DISASTER!!

The in-laws had never ever missed a train in all these years!! Even my parents had never missed one. In fact my father’s greatest fear and a recurring nightmare is that he is unable to catch a train! MIL was visibly upset. All the ticket money down the drain!!  Thankfully there was another train to Digha at 2 pm. (There are four trains to that place!! )

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The Race Against Time

Time: 11.05 am

Place: Railway Station

The taxi driver asked “the new side or the old side?” The father replied “the old side”. After alighting, they saw the  train information  display and realized their mistake. They started running towards the new side of the station; the men leading and the women panting behind them. Even the arthritic mother was running!!

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एक कविता

जनुअरी में आई प्यारी दीदी,

फेब्रुअरी में हुई मेरी शादी,

मार्च की होली थी एकदम अकेली,

अप्रैल की गर्मी थी बिलकुल थकेली,

मई में गई घूमने किहीम और अलीबाग,

जून भर बनाई चावल दाल मछली और साग,

जुलाई में की खूब कमाई,

अगस्त में एक बार पुणे घूम आई,

सितम्बर कर दिया एकदम कंगाल,

अक्टूबर में बहुत घूमी दुर्गा पंडाल,

नवम्बर में गई घूमने गोवा विथ आल,

दिसम्बर बीता इन दीघा एंड ससुराल,

ये था हिसाब ऑफ़ मेरा बीता हुआ साल,

आप सब का २०११ हो मस्त और खुशहाल