Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Juvenile offenders & Media




What you see above is an article in a widely read Tamil daily regarding a crime by two young boys.

Here what troubles me is the way in which not only the identity but also the photographs are published. Though I respect the "Freedom of Press", I only wish if we can follow little journalistic ethics and not expose the juvenile offenders to the media.

This is just one of the many such articles that keep getting published in the papers these days. I still remember the elaborate article on the boys who killed a younger kid a few weeks ago along with an interview of the father of one of teh offenders

Where are we going in the name of sensationalisation of the media?

SSA in news



A news article about my school ......

these only bring back the memories of the glorious seven years i spend there to earn a life.......

Monday, February 05, 2007

Team



An interesting view on Teams from the movie Any Given Sunday

Makes lots of sense

Thursday, February 01, 2007

IF



I was going through a mailer and chanced upon this piece if wonder.... One of the most inspiring poetry from Rudyard Kipling






If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!