This is the sequel ofThe desert(ed) living - 1 andThe desert(ed) living.
There lives a sparrow in our substation. It hops from the HT switchgear panel to the Bus-protection Panel to the Generator control panel to the Power Management System to the “Microprocessor controlled Induction Motor”. Remembering this micro processor based motor control system, we can regurgitate a few funny incidents from our college days. It was a rage during our final year days to do our projects based on micro processor. I too joined the bandwagon. Our project was micro processor based induction motor. Our intelligent little boy, Sabu and team took Micro processor based traffic control system. The viva follows the formalization of the workable model to all our whims and fancies.
We were never assisted by the internet those days. In fact almost none of us were aware of internet that time. Had we lived in this net era, our projects would have some other shape. This time too, Asokan sir was there to review the project. And this time, it was the turn of Sabu’s team to face his rapid fire. This time his question was “what will happen if an ambulance comes to the traffic junction when there is red signal?”. The team had blinked like our team that blinked when Asokan sir asked about our ‘resolution’. Hope my friends could recall the story on ‘resolution’ that I told a few days back.
What will this sparrow in our substation be thinking? Everyday, a number of goggle wearing human beings are coming and going in the substation. They talk about voltage, current, current transformers, relay settings, primary injection and what not? The sparrow is busy searching its prey. The human beings too are busy searching for their prey. The sparrow does not construct a substation and step down the voltage from 220KV to 11KV to earn its day’s food. No bus bar protection panel is required to save them from starvation. The nature has provided everything that it needs – definitely not for its greed.
It must have come all the way from some other distant lands. These migratory creatures know where their food is. They go about it, with perfect harmony with the mother nature. No Chandrayan or Remote Sensing Satelite are needed for this. How much energy and amount were wasted on Chandrayaan. What for? What did it fetch to the human beings? They hatch babies, raise them here and when the little ones are on their wings, all of them fly over to another land. There too, everything that is needed is arranged by the mother nature.
Then where lies the fault line? Why do we have to wear the black goggles and the hard hat and set out to the difficult terrains to bite the fellow human beings to make our day? The black goggles are the perfect device for a project site. It encompasses all our hypocrisies and helps us act honest and sincere. No eye contact is made with others as the black colour saves from this. This helps us going about our familiar habit of betraying the conscience.
There is a monkey at the Marina Beach, Chennai. His name is kunjiraman. He is a very cute and smart monkey. He claims to be a member of the race that acts as the last link to the super race called human beings. But kunjiraman is not a lucky monkey. He is a chained animal. He is just an animal, just like a dog or a cat. His master uses him to make money. Whenever I visit Marina beach, I spot him. Perched on his master’s shoulder he reaches the beach. There he shows some silly tricks as per the instructions of his master. The master tells him to jump, hop, somersault and then fall at the feet of the onlookers. All these, he does to earn a living, well, for his master! What des he get at the end of the day? Perhaps the waste that the master leaves out!
An engineer in the construction filed has many things in common with kunjiraman.The engineer with the contrctor has a master. His client. The clinet’s engineers have a ‘I know everything’ approach to everything. Their imaginations fly high. They need the cable trays inside the substation covered, they need the earth cables not touching the earth. They say, there is a “dirty earth” besides “clean earth”. For their every demands, the contactor’s kunjiramans have to just nod his head and if needed jump. They may have to run from pillar to post to meet the requirements. Those who are not smart enough to pass their work to others- I mean pass the buck- suffer like Kunjiraman. The smart ones always escape this torture. They relish the tricks the hapless kunjiramans had to perform for the survival. This is life here.
Little sparrows will fly away when the winter arrives here. They will reach another land, where another bunch of kunjiramans and their masters enact the same drama. These little creatures may sprain their abdominal bones laughing at these silly kunjiramans!! Jai ho
There lives a sparrow in our substation. It hops from the HT switchgear panel to the Bus-protection Panel to the Generator control panel to the Power Management System to the “Microprocessor controlled Induction Motor”. Remembering this micro processor based motor control system, we can regurgitate a few funny incidents from our college days. It was a rage during our final year days to do our projects based on micro processor. I too joined the bandwagon. Our project was micro processor based induction motor. Our intelligent little boy, Sabu and team took Micro processor based traffic control system. The viva follows the formalization of the workable model to all our whims and fancies.
We were never assisted by the internet those days. In fact almost none of us were aware of internet that time. Had we lived in this net era, our projects would have some other shape. This time too, Asokan sir was there to review the project. And this time, it was the turn of Sabu’s team to face his rapid fire. This time his question was “what will happen if an ambulance comes to the traffic junction when there is red signal?”. The team had blinked like our team that blinked when Asokan sir asked about our ‘resolution’. Hope my friends could recall the story on ‘resolution’ that I told a few days back.
What will this sparrow in our substation be thinking? Everyday, a number of goggle wearing human beings are coming and going in the substation. They talk about voltage, current, current transformers, relay settings, primary injection and what not? The sparrow is busy searching its prey. The human beings too are busy searching for their prey. The sparrow does not construct a substation and step down the voltage from 220KV to 11KV to earn its day’s food. No bus bar protection panel is required to save them from starvation. The nature has provided everything that it needs – definitely not for its greed.
It must have come all the way from some other distant lands. These migratory creatures know where their food is. They go about it, with perfect harmony with the mother nature. No Chandrayan or Remote Sensing Satelite are needed for this. How much energy and amount were wasted on Chandrayaan. What for? What did it fetch to the human beings? They hatch babies, raise them here and when the little ones are on their wings, all of them fly over to another land. There too, everything that is needed is arranged by the mother nature.
Then where lies the fault line? Why do we have to wear the black goggles and the hard hat and set out to the difficult terrains to bite the fellow human beings to make our day? The black goggles are the perfect device for a project site. It encompasses all our hypocrisies and helps us act honest and sincere. No eye contact is made with others as the black colour saves from this. This helps us going about our familiar habit of betraying the conscience.
There is a monkey at the Marina Beach, Chennai. His name is kunjiraman. He is a very cute and smart monkey. He claims to be a member of the race that acts as the last link to the super race called human beings. But kunjiraman is not a lucky monkey. He is a chained animal. He is just an animal, just like a dog or a cat. His master uses him to make money. Whenever I visit Marina beach, I spot him. Perched on his master’s shoulder he reaches the beach. There he shows some silly tricks as per the instructions of his master. The master tells him to jump, hop, somersault and then fall at the feet of the onlookers. All these, he does to earn a living, well, for his master! What des he get at the end of the day? Perhaps the waste that the master leaves out!
An engineer in the construction filed has many things in common with kunjiraman.The engineer with the contrctor has a master. His client. The clinet’s engineers have a ‘I know everything’ approach to everything. Their imaginations fly high. They need the cable trays inside the substation covered, they need the earth cables not touching the earth. They say, there is a “dirty earth” besides “clean earth”. For their every demands, the contactor’s kunjiramans have to just nod his head and if needed jump. They may have to run from pillar to post to meet the requirements. Those who are not smart enough to pass their work to others- I mean pass the buck- suffer like Kunjiraman. The smart ones always escape this torture. They relish the tricks the hapless kunjiramans had to perform for the survival. This is life here.
Little sparrows will fly away when the winter arrives here. They will reach another land, where another bunch of kunjiramans and their masters enact the same drama. These little creatures may sprain their abdominal bones laughing at these silly kunjiramans!! Jai ho
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