Skip to main content

Value of a life II................

Apologies for delving into the same topic again. Certain incidents that happened recently made me to write again. On Friday, The Hindu carried a piece saying that four people killed in as many accidents in the roads of Chennai in one day. Every year more than 500 people die on the raods of Chennai. The death toll post-flooding in Mumbai is now reaching 200. The death of an eight-year old school boy in Hyderabad involving an over-crowded auto and a speeding car.
Here in London, it's been almost one year since I came here. The city is crowded and most roads are narrow and crowded like the ones in India. But, I have not witnessed a single road accident nor have I read of any deaths so far. Please dont mistake me for comparing between two unequals. But, I beleive that are things that we can learn from others. For example, the way the narrow roads are designed and laid out, the concept of bus lane in a one-way street (where buses are allowed to move in the opposite direction of one way in order to cut the travel time), placing of bus stops in the street, speed cameras and co-ordination between different modes of transport.
I am not here to argue that Chennai or India should adopt what London is doing. However, if there is will and true intention to protect those 500 lives that are lost every year, I beleive we can arrive at innovative solutions to bring it down to zero deaths. For this, all that we need is 'Zero Tolerance' for road deaths or any deaths that is avoidable. If companies adopting TPM or TQM could achieve 'Zero' defects in their production process. Some might argue it is a machine. But, it is designed and operated by man. Surely, we can achieve 'Zero deaths' in the roads of Chennai or due to floods or post-flood diseases.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Being hopeless....

Three months back when my mom was visiting me, she experience heart palpitations for two consecutive nights. Worried I called my cardiologist friend who asked us to visit him in the government hospital on that day as it was a non-OPD (out patients day) duty for him. Apparently non-OPD days are less crowded. As we sat waiting, we saw many worried parents bringing their just born babies to treat serious heart problems. What struck me were the faces of these parents - a feeling of hopelessness. This was their last hope to treat their infants in a state-run hospital as they don't  have money to take them elsewhere.

Fortunately, the staff at this government hospital were treating patients sympathetically. I hoped the patients would have got the best of treatment available. In comparison, patients were treated as cattle herds at the All India Institute of Medical Sciences (AIIMS), India's premier hospital. To get an cardio OPD appointment, you will have stand in the line from 5 PM …

Happiness, street vendors, and negotiations......

Few days back I was watching a documentary series, "India's Frontier Trains". The three-part series was on trains connecting India with its neighbours - Bangladesh, Pakistan and Nepal. Yes, there is a train connection between India and Nepal, and that train is the only functioning train for the whole of Nepal.

In the episode on the train between India and Bangladesh, the program documented a life of a chocolate seller inside the train. He boards the train in the Bangladesh side of the route. A sole bread winner for a family of four, he earns by selling chocolates in the train.

He faces a perennial problem: because of hot weather conditions, his chocolates melt. In those hot days, his earnings are meager. A basic cooling device like this costs seventeen pounds and he couldn't afford that.

What moved me was the insensitive nature of some passengers in haggling with this struggling chocolate seller. They would force down the price by 10 pence or more (which is more tha…

With no choice and voice….

Last Sunday I took a friend of mine to the emergency gynecology ward in one of Delhi's private mission hospitals. It was a lean day with not much of activity and I was chatting with my friend's husband, it was then I noticed a pregnant women walking in along with two of her relations. They have been referred to this hospital by the nearby government hospital as the private hospital would take better care of her. The reason: the estimated weight of the baby she was carrying was grossly under-weight, measuring only 1.2 kgs even after nine months of pregnancy. She was in great discomfort as her membrane broke, and sat next to me in a wooden bench.
In the meantime, I saw a lady doctor talking angrily out of frustration with relations of this pregnant lady, including her husband. With little knowledge of Hindi, I couldn't follow the conversation. Another friend had come by this time, and also a senior doctor was summoned by the lady doctor who first talked to pregnant lady'…