I am sure many of the Cell phone users may have been bugged by Tele-marketing executives. They call and offer personal loans - on what basis? Just because you own a cellphone! They call you at odd hours - when you are probably resting or when you are in a meeting.
When calls come on my landline numbers you are given a sweet talk and offered home loans, insurance and many other loans. One particular Bank's tele-marketing executives rang me up at least ten times on a single day. Won't you find this irritating?
How do they get our cell phone numbers? Who provides the information to them? Who can we sue to obtain peace of mind or will our minds be blown in pieces? I think our privacy is being intruded upon and the Service Providers are responsible for giving vital information of their customers.
So please join me in putting a full stop to this menace.
PS: My daughter once answered one of these calls and said "Oh sure. I want a loan, say about two lakhs, but I have no salary - so is it ok if I do not repay?" - for some time we were not troubled by these calls. But it is now on the increase once again.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Telemarketing - boon or bane
I am sure many of the Cell phone users may have been bugged by Tele-marketing executives. They call and offer personal loans - on what basis? Just because you own a cellphone! They call you at odd hours - when you are probably resting or when you are in a meeting.
When calls come on my landline numbers you are given a sweet talk and offered home loans, insurance and many other loans. One particular Bank's tele-marketing executives rang me up at least ten times on a single day. Won't you find this irritating?
How do they get our cell phone numbers? Who provides the information to them? Who can we sue to obtain peace of mind or will our minds be blown in pieces? I think our privacy is being intruded upon and the Service Providers are responsible for giving vital information of their customers.
So please join me in putting a full stop to this menace.
PS: My daughter once answered one of these calls and said "Oh sure. I want a loan, say about two lakhs, but I have no salary - so is it ok if I do not repay?" - for some time we were not troubled by these calls. But it is now on the increase once again.
When calls come on my landline numbers you are given a sweet talk and offered home loans, insurance and many other loans. One particular Bank's tele-marketing executives rang me up at least ten times on a single day. Won't you find this irritating?
How do they get our cell phone numbers? Who provides the information to them? Who can we sue to obtain peace of mind or will our minds be blown in pieces? I think our privacy is being intruded upon and the Service Providers are responsible for giving vital information of their customers.
So please join me in putting a full stop to this menace.
PS: My daughter once answered one of these calls and said "Oh sure. I want a loan, say about two lakhs, but I have no salary - so is it ok if I do not repay?" - for some time we were not troubled by these calls. But it is now on the increase once again.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Travelling - a stomach bursting experience.
Have you ever travelled by Shatabdhi Express from Bangalore to Chennai? I think most of you would have. But I think all of you should know about the food served on this train.
We boarded the train on Sunday the 27th of August at 4.50 pm. Yes the train was late when it reached Bangalore from Mysore. So a good 40 minutes of delay.
As soon as the train left Bangalore City Station at 5.05 pm, the attenders started distributing water bottles to all the passengers. This was followed by a fruit drink. Hardly 45 minutes later the attenders served us a plate with one somosa with a ketchup satchet, a sandwich, a tea cake and satchets for coffee, sugar, crema (milk powder). We enjoyed this thoroughly and tea was offered to those who needed it.
Having had a nice fill we were just dropping off for a much awaited snooze, when another 45 minutes later we were served trays with bun and butter and salt and pepper and piping hot tomato soup. Well, the soup was definitely inviting and we drank it, though the buns went into a 'special plastic bag' for we had no place to eat the same - but why leave it behind when we have doggies back home to wallop the same.
At this time, we found that the train was shaking thoroughly, thank goodness none of us puked. It was very similar to the flight suddenly loosing altitude to air pockets. Oof what an experience. To think of it, I recently read in the newspapers that we should soon be having trains between Bangalore and Chennai and the journey would only be an hour. God save the passengers !!
Another 45 minutes later, we were served dinner. WISHED WE HAD A ZIP ON OUR STOMACHS TO FILL ALL THAT WAS SERVED.
Piping hot dinner served in Aluminium foil trays, it contained a pulao, a paneer subji and channa. This also had a rumali roti. The paneer was just leathery and the roti was rubbery (may be both mean the same). All of us packed the rotis into our 'special plastic bag'. Since we had no dinner prepared for us back home, we had to eat this pulao and subji and channa. Not that the food was bad, it was the lack of stomach space. Oops, I forgot. There was a packet of fresh salad too - thick slice of carrot, beetroot and cucumber with a piece of lemon. We were also served nice sweet curds.
Having taken away the dinner trays, we thought we will be able to relax for some time, but we were given a cup of ice cream for dessert and most of us refused - and taking it in our 'special plastic bag' would have resulted in melted ice cream - thanks to the Chennai climate.
We arrived in Chennai at 9.25 pm, 5 minutes ahead of schedule. The journey was tiring, thanks to the non-stop serving of food and the super fast running of the train, which made each one of us tired to the core - we needed to rest for a whole day to get our nerves back to normal.
This is personal request to the IRCTC authorities to seriously consider to reduce the food and also they can reduce the cost of the fare.
We boarded the train on Sunday the 27th of August at 4.50 pm. Yes the train was late when it reached Bangalore from Mysore. So a good 40 minutes of delay.
As soon as the train left Bangalore City Station at 5.05 pm, the attenders started distributing water bottles to all the passengers. This was followed by a fruit drink. Hardly 45 minutes later the attenders served us a plate with one somosa with a ketchup satchet, a sandwich, a tea cake and satchets for coffee, sugar, crema (milk powder). We enjoyed this thoroughly and tea was offered to those who needed it.
Having had a nice fill we were just dropping off for a much awaited snooze, when another 45 minutes later we were served trays with bun and butter and salt and pepper and piping hot tomato soup. Well, the soup was definitely inviting and we drank it, though the buns went into a 'special plastic bag' for we had no place to eat the same - but why leave it behind when we have doggies back home to wallop the same.
At this time, we found that the train was shaking thoroughly, thank goodness none of us puked. It was very similar to the flight suddenly loosing altitude to air pockets. Oof what an experience. To think of it, I recently read in the newspapers that we should soon be having trains between Bangalore and Chennai and the journey would only be an hour. God save the passengers !!
Another 45 minutes later, we were served dinner. WISHED WE HAD A ZIP ON OUR STOMACHS TO FILL ALL THAT WAS SERVED.
Piping hot dinner served in Aluminium foil trays, it contained a pulao, a paneer subji and channa. This also had a rumali roti. The paneer was just leathery and the roti was rubbery (may be both mean the same). All of us packed the rotis into our 'special plastic bag'. Since we had no dinner prepared for us back home, we had to eat this pulao and subji and channa. Not that the food was bad, it was the lack of stomach space. Oops, I forgot. There was a packet of fresh salad too - thick slice of carrot, beetroot and cucumber with a piece of lemon. We were also served nice sweet curds.
Having taken away the dinner trays, we thought we will be able to relax for some time, but we were given a cup of ice cream for dessert and most of us refused - and taking it in our 'special plastic bag' would have resulted in melted ice cream - thanks to the Chennai climate.
We arrived in Chennai at 9.25 pm, 5 minutes ahead of schedule. The journey was tiring, thanks to the non-stop serving of food and the super fast running of the train, which made each one of us tired to the core - we needed to rest for a whole day to get our nerves back to normal.
This is personal request to the IRCTC authorities to seriously consider to reduce the food and also they can reduce the cost of the fare.
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