The pleasure
I like to fly. No, make that - I love to fly! I have flown on many airlines to various continents and countries. Each has been a different experience. Long distance flights, usually do mean a stop in between, giving the benefit of being out of the tube for a bit, stretching the legs, gazing at the products on sale, people watching, etc. Shorter distance flights mean smaller aircraft usually lesser leg room, but more take-off and landings. Either way, being in a flight from 100-40,000 feet above mean sea level, means many things to me. From the excitement of actually having lifted off, the destination, the beautiful working people on board i.e. the Flight Attendants, the conversations that happen between total strangers who are bound together in a flying tube for a few hours, the movies watched or food consumed, all of it brings a different sort of sensory pleasure in the 1-2 kilos of soft jelly-like substance inside my skull.
Maybe it, really, is about the whole 'movement' principle. If you are moving, chances are, you are doing something meaningful, in some manner, so to speak. Driving long distances is an equally good example. Love it too. Managing the steering wheel, keeping a fine balance of safety and speed within regulated limits, listening to music, watching places, people and objects go by - all bring that sensory pleasure. Maybe it really is true that life is about searching and experiencing the little and large pleasures. Maybe it is the seeking that is the pleasurable part. Either way, making sure that you live life to the fullest has to be an objective that you would agree with, wouldn't you?
All of the above now seem like a short lived pleasure!
Having spent some time in the Gulf, where fuel prices are really low in comparison to the rest of the world, and link infrastructure - especially roads, are in fantastic condition, I could say, I was spoilt with the consumption of the sensory pleasures of driving or flying. Even on a visit to Hong Kong, using public transportation that moved me efficiently was a pleasure. And while the price of owning vehicles is quite high due to limited land mass and congestion, the price of fuel, or travel, is not.
The Pain
Having been back home in India, for a bit now, reality has started sinking in to my dismay. I feel like that hungry child from whose hands, the treat has been snatched away. Make no mistake about it, I am an Indian and happy about being one. But am discontent with the way in which the policies of this country's government are created or implemented. Sure, I understand that there are 1.2 plus billion people in this land and that it is the 7th largest country in the world. But that, is no excuse for 60 years of ridiculous action or reaction, by the people's representatives, elected by the masses to govern, with the hope that these people will make life easier rather than almost impossible.
The latest blow to the Indian, has been the pricing of fuel. Regular petrol now costs: R 70 per litre equivalent to USD 5.7 per gallon (3.8 litres). It costs approximately USD 2.5 per gallon in America which is one of the largest consumers of fuel. An article by the Times of India, indicates that after taking into account the purchasing power parity after accounting for international fuel prices and currency exchange rates for India, petrol is still more expensive than all other countries in the world, barring 3 small countries! Diesel is more expensive than 136 other countries. In my opinion, fuel prices in some of the European countries are also higher than India. Whatever way the statistics are read, fact remains that Indian fuel pricing strategy is an anomaly that needs some serious attention from all of us. And not be misled by the publicly pronounced massive subsidies that the government claims to provide.
The policy mess
It is not merely foolish, it is downright crazy! Even if we import 70% of fuel from outside India, we have a pricing mechanism that ensures we pay far more than necessary. Over 50% of the cost of fuel in India is added taxes. This mechanism in reality, hurts everybody and everything - economically, financially and personally. Every time, fuel prices are increased there will be spate of activities ranging from strikes to protests to violence - which itself has a huge cost to all of us. And a few days later, we go back to our lives, grumbling and groaning in pain. Maybe this is because we are the great Indian democracy. Or maybe it is our ability to soldier on, thinking it is really beyond our control. Or maybe we are being extremely foolish.
First the government taxes fuels way too much. Then it claims to provide subsidies to keep prices down. Then it adjusts for inflation by increasing interest rates. The government does not create quality infrastructure from these taxes. This results in more bottlenecks as the number of people out in the market increases. Thus consuming even more fuel. This leads to even higher fuel imports. It is a vicious, never-ending cycle. Unless, the government can actually focus on streamlining the whole tax and fuel pricing mess. But who actually cares? Who actually wants to do anything about it? We can have a nation marching together for an anti-corruption crusade, but is there anybody out there who wants to sort this mess out?
The solution
Irrevocably, free the pricing. Privatise the oil supply and marketing firms. Less than 1% of Indians are employed in the government oil firms. Offer them the option of 3 years pay, until they either secure a job in the private firm or let them go. Let the market and currency exchange rates decide the price on a daily basis. Realistic taxation on the sold market prices of fuel, not the current rates which are unhealthy. Can you believe that over 65% of the Indian GDP basket taxes is from fuel alone? Imagine if for one month, none of us actually used our vehicles? Many of the government plans to spend money would be down the drain, without the easy revenue generated from fuel taxes. And note, it's only plans for reality is a different matter.
Whenever the price for crude goes down, the prices will come down automatically. And vice versa. Averaged out, the Indian will still pay much lower that what we do, right now! And by paying, I am not referring only to the actual price paid for fuel, but the indirect and direct taxes as well as inflated prices for various products and services, that also contribute to the way the policy makers currently mess up the whole supply and pricing equations.
Sunday, 18 September 2011
Saturday, 17 September 2011
The Hong Kong sojourn - 5 [end]
From the previous post: "...Finally, it was time to head home, with the indication given by my friend that tomorrow, I would be literally touching the sky!
The next and last post in this series, comes up next."
Woke up with the realisation that this beautiful and exciting journey was coming to an end. And that this day presented the opportunity to make the most of the time left. So any guesses for what I had for lunch? Dim sums of course! A restaurant on Nathan road that was filled with people who liked to enjoy their food. A lovely multi-dish meal, it was once again gastronomic pleasure, which could be experienced only in Hong Kong. Of this, I am now convinced. Until someone showcases to me a place that could better this one.
To walk off the lunch, we went to the nearby Langham Palace shopping mall. Again, it was affirmation of Hong Kong's love with tall buildings and the people's love of shopping, anywhere, any time, anyhow.
I managed to snap a rare picture of an escalator that was not full of people. Note, how it looks like it is descending right from the heavens. It may look like an optical illusion, but I guarantee you, it is not. This is one long, high rise, escalator.
Today's highlight was a balloon ride. Now, never having experienced anything but holding a balloon in my hand, as a child, this was thrilling to say the least. No, it is not a hot air balloon ride over Hong Kong. It is a helium filled balloon that takes you a 100 metres up in the sky, for a panoramic 360 degree view of this city.
While on board this pulley and lever contraption, which by the way is completely safe for up to 15 people at a time, I noticed an something that widened my already wide eyes. It was the sight of a helicopter flying at half the level of the massive International Financial Centre - Hong Kong's second tallest building. It was almost like the laws of physics had been reversed. Planes and helicopters fly above buildings. Not below. Not beside. Yet here was this view that so simply characterised this city of skyscrapers. It was about the most effective and efficient usage of all the available space on land, air and water.
Ride over, it was that time of the journey when your heart wearies at the thought of having to leave this enchanting tour behind and return home. With a sated mind and stomach, it was only the blips coming from a corner of my soul that I tried hard, not pay any heed to, by reassuring myself that this is not the first and last time time that I would be here.
Hong Kong had entered into my psyche. It is a bustling, expensive and efficient spectacle of what humans can achieve. Now I understood, why people love this place and try to be part of it in whichever way they can. A clichéd but effective thought - I will be back, as I soar off into the sky, on the return back to India.
The next and last post in this series, comes up next."
The sky is the limit. Really.
In a city of skyscrapers, it is quite possible to see high rises that touch the clouds. So you can imagine, living/working a 180 floors above ground level is quite similar to being in the sky. All the time.
As my friend and guide had promised, this day began on a lovely note, post her half day work got done. So once again, I walked around the streets off Nathan road, soaking in the atmosphere, browsing through shops that offered deals which made me work really hard at not reaching for my wallet.
It was time to get to the Mong Kok MTR station, meet my friend and then leave for a leisurely journey to touch the sky. Yeah!
I have to observe here, the behaviour of the MTR passengers, which I have witnessed on multiple occasions during this trip. As much as the transportation systems in Hong Kong are efficient, so are the passengers. It is crowded, but still every person manages to wedge in, without stepping on anyone else's toes. Waiting at the station for my friend to arrive, it was an engaging site to watch the metal snakes arrive, within minutes of each other, engorged with passengers, who spewed out in a rush to the nearest exit or waiting train. It was disciplined, organised and efficient, yet cold.
An interesting factoid: none of the MTR trains have a toilet on board. The system has been designed to ensure that people get on board and leave within the shortest possible time! My friend has a huge aversion to sweat as a result of the MTR and its crowds. To that, all I had to say was, please do take a local train in Bombay and you will soon realise how much better off the MTR is. Really. My experience in Bombay had taught me that we humans can contort our bodies in completely different angles for long periods, while silently suffering the smells, oils and perspiration of fellow passengers at 0 distance! The MTR with its air conditioning is a huge improvement. But then, it is a matter of perspective. Always.
Finally, my friend arrived, we boarded an appropriate train and reached a destination which was a bit further than expected. Exiting the MTR, we headed up to reach a massive shopping mall, which I could say was on par with any of the sprawling malls in Los Angeles, Paris or Dubai. Walking through it is like a running the half marathon, it never seems to end.
Looking down never looked better!
After gazing around the splendid brands on display, we finally arrived at a lift. The maximum height that I have ascended in a building was 10 floors (obviously I have not been in the Burj Al Arab, Dubai - another destination to go). When we step into the lift and it shows only two buttons. One marked 112 and the other 118. Realisation dawns on me. Oh boy, this is going to be high.
And what a ride. Of course, the lifts are designed to 'take off' and stop slowly, while reaching maximum speed in between so passengers do not feel the strain. But my popping ear drums announced clearly to me, that we were ascending heights that were anything but normal for most people.
View from floor 118 |
We arrived at the Ozone pub, part of the Ritz Carlton. A 118 floors above ground. I chose to go out on the viewing partially covered terrace. There was a good 10 degree temperature difference! And the view - f.a.n.t.a.s.t.i.c.
Ritz Carlton |
Yes, we do get to see a somewhat similar sight, when in a plane that is above to descend or ascend. The difference is, we are moving, whereas here one is standing absolutely still, trying to not to jump up and down in front of all the classy folks around, yet the eyes and the brain is racing with adrenaline pumping strongly through the heart, as the view develops and engages you with its soaring majesty. I must also add here, that it was one of the priciest Long Island Ice Tea, that I consumed at this place. Was it worth it? Definitely. Would I go back? Possibly.
After this, it was back to the ground. And a cab ride to a restaurant which was the designated place for a large bunch of old friends and some friends of friends. Reason: a welcome to Hong Kong dinner. Oh man, did I feel special or what? Such sweet, nice, caring friends are what make this world a better place. A lovely dinner, with lots of different kinds of food, after which the only thought was to somehow crawl back to the hotel bed.
The last day (sigh)
I managed to snap a rare picture of an escalator that was not full of people. Note, how it looks like it is descending right from the heavens. It may look like an optical illusion, but I guarantee you, it is not. This is one long, high rise, escalator.
Today's highlight was a balloon ride. Now, never having experienced anything but holding a balloon in my hand, as a child, this was thrilling to say the least. No, it is not a hot air balloon ride over Hong Kong. It is a helium filled balloon that takes you a 100 metres up in the sky, for a panoramic 360 degree view of this city.
Ride over, it was that time of the journey when your heart wearies at the thought of having to leave this enchanting tour behind and return home. With a sated mind and stomach, it was only the blips coming from a corner of my soul that I tried hard, not pay any heed to, by reassuring myself that this is not the first and last time time that I would be here.
Hong Kong had entered into my psyche. It is a bustling, expensive and efficient spectacle of what humans can achieve. Now I understood, why people love this place and try to be part of it in whichever way they can. A clichéd but effective thought - I will be back, as I soar off into the sky, on the return back to India.
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Friday, 16 September 2011
The Hong Kong sojourn - 4
From the previous post: "...A bit of drizzle, but not much to bother. Stopped at a viewing point on the walkway to snap off some nice shots. And it was time to go back to the hotel.
Another day, another adventure. Coming up."
Leaving Hong Kong island
The day started like any other day, as you may have seen in my previous posts (HK-1, HK-2, HK-3). Today's highlights really were the trip to a huge mall, near the airport and the lovely lunch that followed at the food court. Have I said before, that I simply can't have enough of steamed dim sums? Any day, give me any number and I will be happy as a hungry baby with a bottle in its mouth. Have a look at the trays in the picture, delicious isn't it? And have to mention that the spicy chicken - a Sichuan province speciality, was a tongue bomber to say the least. I was left sweat soaking wet from head down, with paroxysms of pain and pleasure alternating on my facial muscles. Was it worth it? Yes. Would I repeat it? Maybe.
After having picked up more clothes and other necessities, it was finally time to leave the mall, get back to the hotel, pack up and leave Hong Kong island. As I am blindly following my friend and guide, I have absolutely no clue where I will be staying for the night. And it does turn out to be a good choice.
Lamma island
We end up at Aberdeen dock on Hong Kong island, and realisation dawns on me that I will be experiencing one more mode of transportation of this city - boat! And guess what? The octopus card works here too. Incredible. So off we go on an approximately 45 minute sea ride, ending up at a resort on Lamma island. This island is known to the Chinese as Pok Liu Chau or simply Pok Liu. It is the third largest island in this city/state. Interestingly, the island is named based on its shape of the limb of a tree and its similarity to the Chinese character resembling Y.
It was a wonderful resting place. And the next day morning, waking up, sitting on the balcony and watching the far away skyscrapers minus the hustle and bustle of city life - it really felt like a chilled out holiday. Even the fishing boats and trawlers, seem to be crawling at a leisurely pace. There are many things to engage in, on this island. From trekking around the island, to visiting the authentic villages, still populated by fisher folk. Spending a day there was the absolute balm to the hectic lifestyle that the city somehow ingrains into your system, irrespective of whether you are a visitor or a resident.
After spending the day on this beautiful island and enjoying the breezy but calm beach, sights and people it was time to head back to the city once again. And this time, it was going to be Kowloon that was the destination.
Kowloon
Being back in the city, after the island was akin to stepping in through a time warp. One moment, it is the gentle breeze and calming sounds of steady waves landing on the beach, the next is the whizzing around of all modes of transportation carrying copious amounts of women, children and men, intent on reaching their destination at the earliest possible time. What a difference.
Finally, I ended up in a place called Mong Kok, which is quite famous for the extremely great deals on electronic products that one can find there. As I discovered first hand. But first, was meeting up with some more old friends for dinner. And if you are in Hong Kong, I strongly recommend that you should try to visit, at least once, a dai pai dong (classified as cooked food stall), before they completely disappear from Hong Kong. For the authentic Cantonese food and atmosphere. Do try to visit in a group, it's much more fun. The dai pai dong, we were ensconced in hardly looked like a stall on the street, as it had a full roof and was covered from four sides. But the tables, chairs, quick service all attested to it being one. And it was yet another gastronomic delight. Prawns in garlic sauce, fried beef strips seasoned with vegetables and an assortment of other food dishes were laid on the table, thanks to the skilful ordering by my friends.
Finally, a walk through the street markets was undertaken. I could see pretty much everything and anything would be sold in these tented shops, neatly lined up in front of concrete shops. As my friend and guide had to go work, I had plenty of time browsing through various streets, looking at some exotic and inexplicable food products to stand knick knacks and souvenirs.
Also managed to find some of the latest electronic products and I discovered that negotiation works. I really have no issues negotiating, as long as there is mutual respect at the end of it all and both the trader and I have a satisfied countenance.
A tired but happy traveller, I was by the end of this day. And the next day promised to be even more interesting as my friend had agreed to take me to the very well known and popular hangout, followed up with the famous sound and light show.
Just a few more days left here, but the thought in my head as I dozed off was, I could so happily live here. How was I to know that the next day, would make this thought, nearly a resolution?
Lan Kwai Fong or LKF as it is popularly known. What a place to walk through. A jazzy, posh watering hole for the thirsty minded, would be the first thought that comes to mind. Having a beer and interacting with the staff at the classic Hard Rock Cafe was a pleasure. Exiting from here, we moved on to ferry that shuttles between Hong Kong island and Kowloon. We timed it just right. Everyday between 8-8.20 PM, many of the buildings lining by the sea shore, light up and gives an aura of beauty that could possibly be found in a concrete jungle.
Arriving on the ferry pier at Tsim Sha Tsui, often abbreviated as TST, we took a nice long walk by the sea front. Akin to Hollywood, there is a boulevard of stars (with hand prints) of popular actors and cinema producers like Jackie Chan. All that walking, left us hungry enough to go to the local version of a fast food joint, where I came to realise that toasted break with honey and sprinkled powdered sugar was a local favourite, apart from the soupy noodles. Finally, it was time to head home, with the indication given by my friend that tomorrow, I would be literally touching the sky!
The next and last post in this series, comes up next.
Another day, another adventure. Coming up."
Leaving Hong Kong island
Yummy dim sums! |
After having picked up more clothes and other necessities, it was finally time to leave the mall, get back to the hotel, pack up and leave Hong Kong island. As I am blindly following my friend and guide, I have absolutely no clue where I will be staying for the night. And it does turn out to be a good choice.
Lamma island
We end up at Aberdeen dock on Hong Kong island, and realisation dawns on me that I will be experiencing one more mode of transportation of this city - boat! And guess what? The octopus card works here too. Incredible. So off we go on an approximately 45 minute sea ride, ending up at a resort on Lamma island. This island is known to the Chinese as Pok Liu Chau or simply Pok Liu. It is the third largest island in this city/state. Interestingly, the island is named based on its shape of the limb of a tree and its similarity to the Chinese character resembling Y.
Lamma island |
After spending the day on this beautiful island and enjoying the breezy but calm beach, sights and people it was time to head back to the city once again. And this time, it was going to be Kowloon that was the destination.
Kowloon
Being back in the city, after the island was akin to stepping in through a time warp. One moment, it is the gentle breeze and calming sounds of steady waves landing on the beach, the next is the whizzing around of all modes of transportation carrying copious amounts of women, children and men, intent on reaching their destination at the earliest possible time. What a difference.
Finally, I ended up in a place called Mong Kok, which is quite famous for the extremely great deals on electronic products that one can find there. As I discovered first hand. But first, was meeting up with some more old friends for dinner. And if you are in Hong Kong, I strongly recommend that you should try to visit, at least once, a dai pai dong (classified as cooked food stall), before they completely disappear from Hong Kong. For the authentic Cantonese food and atmosphere. Do try to visit in a group, it's much more fun. The dai pai dong, we were ensconced in hardly looked like a stall on the street, as it had a full roof and was covered from four sides. But the tables, chairs, quick service all attested to it being one. And it was yet another gastronomic delight. Prawns in garlic sauce, fried beef strips seasoned with vegetables and an assortment of other food dishes were laid on the table, thanks to the skilful ordering by my friends.
Street market entrance |
Wading through offers galore |
Finally, a walk through the street markets was undertaken. I could see pretty much everything and anything would be sold in these tented shops, neatly lined up in front of concrete shops. As my friend and guide had to go work, I had plenty of time browsing through various streets, looking at some exotic and inexplicable food products to stand knick knacks and souvenirs.
Also managed to find some of the latest electronic products and I discovered that negotiation works. I really have no issues negotiating, as long as there is mutual respect at the end of it all and both the trader and I have a satisfied countenance.
A tired but happy traveller, I was by the end of this day. And the next day promised to be even more interesting as my friend had agreed to take me to the very well known and popular hangout, followed up with the famous sound and light show.
Just a few more days left here, but the thought in my head as I dozed off was, I could so happily live here. How was I to know that the next day, would make this thought, nearly a resolution?
Lan Kwai Fong or LKF as it is popularly known. What a place to walk through. A jazzy, posh watering hole for the thirsty minded, would be the first thought that comes to mind. Having a beer and interacting with the staff at the classic Hard Rock Cafe was a pleasure. Exiting from here, we moved on to ferry that shuttles between Hong Kong island and Kowloon. We timed it just right. Everyday between 8-8.20 PM, many of the buildings lining by the sea shore, light up and gives an aura of beauty that could possibly be found in a concrete jungle.
Tsim Sha Tsui |
Night view |
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