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Govt likely to finalise bailout package for Air-India in two weeks
The government is working on a bailout package of up to 15 bln rupees for
the ailing national carrier Air-India, Civil Aviation Secretary Ashok Chawla
said today.
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Monsoon and your car - some tips

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With the monsoons well and truly here we are usually reminded of piping hot drinks to warm up the cold wet days.

While the lush greenery that the monsoon brings might make your drive more scenic, it also brings along numerous hazards which cannot be overlooked.

Here are a few pointers to help you breeze past this season with safety and style.

With the car having to bear the brunt of the lashing rains, pot-hole ridden roads, flooding and what not, it is important to keep your car in ship shape with a good premonsoon checkup.

Here are a few things that need to be looked into specifically.
A wrong tread pattern may not throw enough water away from the tyres, and cause aquaplaning.

The rubber compound of your tyre also makes a significant difference at higher speeds. Under or over-inflated tyres can induce aquaplaning sooner than expected.
Suspension affecting driving in the wet may sound strange but it very well does.

A wrongly aligned wheel can affect stability due to uneven forces acting up. Wrong steering geometry can further exaggerate this misbehaviour.
Uneven braking force on the four wheels may cause loss of directional stability. Check all the brake pads and replace if necessary.

Panic braking instances on wet roads can make the car lose control very easily, in which case a good Antilock braking systems (ABS) can be a saviour.
Now that we have the vehicle checklist covered, here are some things you can check yourself.

Make sure you have enough ventilation in the passenger compartment to prevent misting, which can cause bad visibility.

Physical wiping of glasses with a good cloth may be necessary, but do not attempt to do this while driving.
Make sure there is no rain water leaking inside the car from anywhere.

This also implies that water splashed from the wheels does not enter the cabin from any openings in the underbody of the car.
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Racism

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A 23-year-old Indian taxi driver was verbally abused and attacked by a passenger here during the weekend.

Lakhvir Singh, who got out of the cab to close the door left open by the passenger, was repeatedly kicked and punched. The passenger also hit him in the hands with the credit card imprinter from the cab after Mr. Singh asked for the fare, reports said. He had deep cuts in the fingers.

Superintendent Chris Ferguson, Victoria police liaison officer for the taxi industry, denied any racial motivation. However, Mr. Singh claimed his attacker had racially taunted him, calling him “his little slave” while on the phone to a friend. — PTI

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India's Moon Mission

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India's "ambitious" unmanned lunar mission 'Chandrayan' is likely to soar into the skies in October, according to ISRO Chairman G Madhavan Nair. ...

Taj

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gv,its a great piece of narration n u have good command over the language
may be its illusionary,yet touching
my lot of appreciation for your contribution
cheers...

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Taj

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Hi,
Grand illusions
Thu, Jul 17 03:19 AM

The Taj Mahal's flawless beauty is known for attracting lovebirds from all over the world. For my first date, I had no choice but to make do with Humayun's tomb, for I live in the capital. However, I didn't mind. With a spring in my step and a song in my heart I was there an hour before the appointed time. There was no better way to utilise my time than taking a closer look at the grand monument. All credit to the genius of Mirak Mirza Ghiyas, a Persian architect, for masterfully blending the creativity of man and nature.

The illusion of the sheet of brocade with the optically altered geometry of the pierced screen covering the royal sarcophagus was woven by the golden rays of the evening sun, filtered through the pierced screen . The emptiness of the inner dome too was filled with a serene radiance.

My emptiness, however, vanished when she arrived, looking splendid against the setting sun. With an awkwardness that is all too familiar, we matched steps and began to admire the historical monument.

Her uninitiated history lesson began and she patiently heard me out. I was so engrossed in my stories that I failed to notice her irritation. Stumbling over a stone, I woke up from my reverie and her sigh of relief could be heard even over the din of the nearby Nizamuddin railway station.

To my utter surprise, she agreed to yet another date. She was quick to suggest a place of her choice. The meeting was all too pleasant for me but the moment I saw her diminishing smile, I realised that the compulsive history bore in me had surfaced yet again, and I was warned of the disastrous end this relationship would inevitably come to. I gathered then that she would not be Haji Begum for me, to build even a tiny replica of Humayun's tomb in my memory. I would have to look for my Mumtaz Mahal elsewhere.

Taj

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OHH DEAR DEAR GV...
NICE READ... you do write well.. do it more often.. its nice to read a few non monies blog on the message board too..
regards...

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Taj

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Hi,
Grand illusions
Thu, Jul 17 03:19 AM

The Taj Mahal's flawless beauty is known for attracting lovebirds from all over the world. For my first date, I had no choice but to make do with Humayun's tomb, for I live in the capital. However, I didn't mind. With a spring in my step and a song in my heart I was there an hour before the appointed time. There was no better way to utilise my time than taking a closer look at the grand monument. All credit to the genius of Mirak Mirza Ghiyas, a Persian architect, for masterfully blending the creativity of man and nature.

The illusion of the sheet of brocade with the optically altered geometry of the pierced screen covering the royal sarcophagus was woven by the golden rays of the evening sun, filtered through the pierced screen . The emptiness of the inner dome too was filled with a serene radiance.

My emptiness, however, vanished when she arrived, looking splendid against the setting sun. With an awkwardness that is all too familiar, we matched steps and began to admire the historical monument.

Her uninitiated history lesson began and she patiently heard me out. I was so engrossed in my stories that I failed to notice her irritation. Stumbling over a stone, I woke up from my reverie and her sigh of relief could be heard even over the din of the nearby Nizamuddin railway station.

To my utter surprise, she agreed to yet another date. She was quick to suggest a place of her choice. The meeting was all too pleasant for me but the moment I saw her diminishing smile, I realised that the compulsive history bore in me had surfaced yet again, and I was warned of the disastrous end this relationship would inevitably come to. I gathered then that she would not be Haji Begum for me, to build even a tiny replica of Humayun's tomb in my memory. I would have to look for my Mumtaz Mahal elsewhere.

Taj

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Hi,
Grand illusions
Thu, Jul 17 03:19 AM

The Taj Mahal's flawless beauty is known for attracting lovebirds from all over the world. For my first date, I had no choice but to make do with Humayun's tomb, for I live in the capital. However, I didn't mind. With a spring in my step and a song in my heart I was there an hour before the appointed time. There was no better way to utilise my time than taking a closer look at the grand monument. All credit to the genius of Mirak Mirza Ghiyas, a Persian architect, for masterfully blending the creativity of man and nature.

The illusion of the sheet of brocade with the optically altered geometry of the pierced screen covering the royal sarcophagus was woven by the golden rays of the evening sun, filtered through the pierced screen . The emptiness of the inner dome too was filled with a serene radiance.

My emptiness, however, vanished when she arrived, looking splendid against the setting sun. With an awkwardness that is all too familiar, we matched steps and began to admire the historical monument.

Her uninitiated history lesson began and she patiently heard me out. I was so engrossed in my stories that I failed to notice her irritation. Stumbling over a stone, I woke up from my reverie and her sigh of relief could be heard even over the din of the nearby Nizamuddin railway station.

To my utter surprise, she agreed to yet another date. She was quick to suggest a place of her choice. The meeting was all too pleasant for me but the moment I saw her diminishing smile, I realised that the compulsive history bore in me had surfaced yet again, and I was warned of the disastrous end this relationship would inevitably come to. I gathered then that she would not be Haji Begum for me, to build even a tiny replica of Humayun's tomb in my memory. I would have to look for my Mumtaz Mahal elsewhere.

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