The footpaths of 12th Main, Indiranagar are a mess.
- Piles of rubble rivalling conflict zones
- Trees doubling as dustbins
- Missing/broken slabs
- Inexplicable craters
Billions in venture capital have been deployed in this part of town. The footpaths could use some love too.
What a masterpiece of a design! If the Ambassador ever returns with this legendary look, it would truly shake the market.
Simple, elegant, and sophisticated with analogue gauges and real buttons instead of flashy screens. A design inspired by Rolls-Royce and Bentley, yet perfectly suited for India.
Absolutely beautiful work by my friend Rishav Kumar. Hats off to him I really hope to see this beauty on the roads someday! 🫶🏻
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@IncomeTaxIndia have received SMS on TDS on rent payment having defaults however no email. While I'm ready to pay the amount, the intimation reference number is only on email and I have not received the same. Seems to be a system error. Please help
When I was a kid I used to travel a lot from Mumbai to Chennai, and because of our economic status and timings at that time, a lot of it was on the sleeper class of the Madras Mail.
Now when I say a lot of time, it actually was a lot of time. Because the Madras Mail took two nights and about 50 stops to cover the 1300 kms between the two cities.
Considering the fact that the Southern Railways usually doesn't get the good coaches and the mail category of trains in Southern Railway used to get the coaches rejected by the other more glamourous trains, the coaches of the Madras Mail in terms of quality, used to tend towards the category of absolute worst.
And when you account for the fact sleeper coaches are usually at the bottom of the pecking order when it comes to quality, it was worse than the usually what Indians would call worst.
I remember the coaches at that time used to have this a sad red / brown / maroon. Whatever colour it was, it used to instantly vaporize all the happiness that you had within you. The paint used to be peeling off, the window bars and shutters were usually rusted and the so called "cushion" gave you more pain than actual cushioning.
Then you had your non-working taps, an overflowing dustbin and the washrooms would be so amazing, that they made today's Indian Railway washrooms look like those of the Taj Mahal Hotel in Mumbai.
Safe to say that when you arrived at the station and looked at the train, you would instantly go into depression and immediately start questioning the extent the sins of your past life, which has brought you to a situation where you need to spend two nights in the Madras Mail.
And then for me it got worse.
Because the Indian railways had a special grouse against our family. They always used to give us Berth no 71,72 and 73.
For all the rich people out there, in case you don’t know, these were the seats that were right next to the washrooms. If the Indian Railway washroom was the Ground Zero of the Atomic Gas bomb of an Indian stomach, Berth no 71, 72 and 73 were the points of maximum impact of its blast zone.
And we had to spend 30 hours in that zone
So, as a kid when I used to board the train and occupy those seats, let’s just say I was not happy. And given that I was very expressive, my anger and sadness was more visible than the
But when my mom and dad saw me sad and sulking, in an attempt to cheer me up, they used to have this standard quote. They used to say, "Don't worry, as soon as the train starts moving, it will be all right".
And you know what, it used to actually become fine.
As soon as the train moved, we started looking out of the window and were calmed by the fresh breeze. We caught a little sleep, got some things to eat, conversed with our co-passengers, read Tinkle and Chandamama and before you knew it, you started enjoying the journey.
Life suddenly, was not that bad after all.
Today when I look back, some of my happiest childhood memories were from those train journeys and surprisingly, I have zero recollection of the coaches and washrooms.
Which brings me to the realization that the "Don't worry, it will be all right when the train starts moving" thing my parents used to say, actually works for life as well.
Some days in life, I am in a position where everything appears bad, lost and sad. Everything looks bleak with no hope of redemption. I start questioning myself, God and everyone else around me and I feel that I am at my lowest point, I remember the advice my mom and dad gave me from seat no 72 of the Madras Mail.
Just keep your train moving.
Because when the train moves, things actually become all right.
Need your urgent help @firstcryindia . First please help pick up these items via the appropriate vehicle. Second please ask your product managers to actually work on the ground and experience this poor infra themselves so that they might build some empathy.
@firstcryindia Folks while you have great selection of products, your delivery and return services are very poor. Bought a baby gate that needs to be returned and while this is obviously a heavy item you have twice sent delivery personnel on scooters to pick up the return.
Additionally your delivery partner app does not give the personnel the option to indicate that it is a heavy item. Instead they mark it as address incomplete. And then post a screenshot on a WhatsApp group. Needless to say it’s been a week of waiting for this return pickup.
@urbancompany_UC your AI assistance is absolutely useless. How do we speak to a real person who can actually understand an issue and not give canned responses
Could you also ensure that you have a functioning service centre/team that can help existing customers ?
It’s been a month and three separate tickets to help replace a printer head and I still do not have a response from your team. Absolutely inept service @IndiaEpson
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Agreed.
In fact, people who drive using a steering wheel and accelerator are the true cowards. You should be pushing the car with your bare hands for 1000% control over power delivery and direction. Corner like a man.