Migration from rural to urban areas is largely a result of a desire for greater access to sources of education, health care and improved job opportunities. In the early 1800s less than 3.5 percent of the world’s people were living in cities of 20,000 or more and less than 2 percent in cities of 100,000 or more today more than 40 percent of the world’s people are urbanites, and the trend is acceleration. Once in the city, perhaps three out of four migrants achieve some economic gains. The family income of a manual worker in urban Brazil, for example is almost five times that of a farm laborer in a rural area.
By 2030, estimates indicate that more than 61 percent of the world’s population will live in urban areas and at least 27 cities will have populations of 10 million or more, 23 of which will be in the less developed regions. Tokyo has already overtaken Mexico City as the largest city on Earth, with a population of 26 million, a jump of almost 8 million since 1990.
Although migrants experience some relative improvement in their living standards, intense urban growth without investment in services eventually leads to serious problems. Slums populated with unskilled workers living hand to mouth put excessive pressure on sanitation system, water supplies and other social services. At some points, the disadvantages of unregulated urban growth begin to outweigh the advantages for all concerned.
Consider the conditions that exist in Mexico City today. Besides smog, garbage and pollution brought about by the increased population, Mexico City faces a severe water shortage. Local water suppli0es are nearly exhausted and in some cases unhealthy. Water consumption from all sources is about 16,000 gallons per second, but the underground aquifers are producing only 2,640 gallons per second. Water comes for hundreds of miles away and has to be pumped up to an elevation of 7,444 feet to reach Mexico City. This is a grim picture of one of the most beautiful and sophisticated cities in Latin America. Such problems are not unique to Mexico; throughout the developing world, poor sanitation and inadequate water supplies are consequences of runaway population growth. An estimated 1.1 billion people are currently without access to clean drinking water and 2.8 billion have access to sanitation services. Estimates are that 40 percent of the world’s population 2.5 billion people will be without clean water if more is not invested in water resources. Prospects for improvements are not encouraging because most of the world’s urban growth will take place in the already economically strained developing countries.
Population Decline and Aging:
While the developing world faces a rapidly growing population, the industrialized world’s population is in decline and rapidly aging. Birthrates in Western Europe and Japan have been decreasing since the early or mid 1960s more women are closing are choosing careers instead of children, and many working couples are electing o remain childless. As a result of these and other contemporary factors, population growth in many countries has dropped below the rate necessary to maintain present levels. Just to keep the population from falling a nation needs a fertility rate of about 2.1 children per woman. Not one major country has sufficient internal population growth to maintain itself, and this trend is expected to continue for the next 50 years. Europe’s population could decline by as much as 88 million (from 375 million to 287 million) people if present tr6ends continue to 2015.
At the same time that population growth is declining in the industrialized world, there are more aging people, today than ever before. Global life expectancy has grown more in the last 50 years than over the previous 5,000 years. Until the industrial Revolution, no more than 2 or 3 percent of the total population was over the age of 65. Today in the developed world, the over age 65 group will amount to 14 percent and by 2030 this group will reach 25 percent in some 30 different countries.
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Sunday, December 13, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Modern Life savers
It’s the dream of almost every parent to see their child as a doctor; and today, students can see why. As India’s population urges, there’s a huge leap in the number of people afflicted with chronic and acute diseases and / or in need of emergency care. Health issues that come with longer life spans also multiply. No wonder then that qualified health professionals are in great demand.
The recently formed Global Alliances for Chronic Diseases, in its inaugural summit in New Delhi, declared that heart diseases, chronic respiratory conditions, cancer, and diabetes are the four biggest killers leading to loss of life (388 million people) and loss of foregone national income (India, China and the UK are set to lose $ 558 billion and $ 33 billion respectively) all over the next ten years.
Heart of the matter:
Cardiology and Cardiac Surgery>>
Heart ailments claim the maximum number of lives in India and across the world. In fact, according to a report by an international group, by 2010, 60 per cent of heart diseases patients will be from India. It doesn’t end here. Studies have proved that a genetic mutation affecting four per cent of Indians and one per cent of people worldwide is responsible for the creation of a protein that almost certainly guarantees heart ailments. Add to that the growing number of young professionals who love fast food and have little time for physical activity and you’ll begin to see why health experts believe we’re sitting on a time bomb.
Cardiologists and cardiac surgeons work to prevent, diagnose and treat heart diseases. Cardiologists are physicians who use non-operative measures to treat diseases. Cardiology can be categorized into two broad subsets: Invasive cardiology. Non-invasive cardiology is suitable for those who prefer fixed working hours, because this field primarily deals with non-emergency, elective procedures like echo cardiograms, treadmill testing, 24 hour ambulatory hotter monitoring for blood pressure recording and EECP.
However, if you’re considering a career in invasive cardiology be prepared for extremely demanding work hours. Cardiologists work 12 to 14 hours per day, and it is not uncommon to have to attend to patient in the middle of the night. Cardiology comprises methods like angioplasty/angiography which imply minimally invasive vascular intervention. Other cardio specialties include electrophysiology (electrical properties of biological cells in the heart), pediatric cardiology and adult pediatric cardiology (adults who were treated for heart problems as children).
Not to be confused with cardiologists cardiac surgeons are trained in a surgical specialty and perform surgical procedures on the heart or its blood vessels in the case of heart transplants, or to treat congenital, valvular or ischemic heart diseases. The life of a cardiac surgeon is even more demanding than that of a cardiologists clocking between 16 to 18 hours. Unless an individual is completely committed, he shouldn’t get into cardiac surgery. It takes a minimum of eight to 10 years to become a surgeon. However, while the monetary gains may be better in other fields like ophthalmology and orthopaedics, this is one branch where satisfaction is immense. You are treating a dying patient, and five days later, he is leaving the hospital, on the road to recovery.
After completion of the 5.5 year MBBS (inclusive of one year compulsory internship) a student must decide whether to pursue an MD in Internal medicine (to pursue cardiology later) or MS in General Surgery (to pursue cardiac surgery later) Both these courses are of three years duration, and are followed by a DM in Cardiology or an MCh in cardiac Surgery, of three years respectively.Thursday, May 7, 2009
Mathematics Paradox
“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.”
-Vincet Van Gogh
Prime numbers..They are like life.. logical but yet difficult to comprehend their pattern. He has been brooding over this trying to find his way out through the galleria of peculiar numbers. He tries to scribble something but pencil lead breaks. He scratches the paper with the broken pencil as if trying to sympathize with the fate of broken lead. How rough and weird is this, he thinks.
He takes out the dices from his left pocket and starts playing with them. He rolls them on the table and the numbercomes ‘2′ and ‘3′.
“Huh prime!”
“So you got a 5” someone speaks from behind. Taken aback as someone has just spoken his mind aloud he turns back.
“Actually I would say its 23 my friend”, He says
“You are again at it, aren’t you?”
“Well my friend it’s the way you want to see it”, saying that he smiles.
He has always wondered at the obscurity of life. Always been so unsure of the purpose. It has never been so right, It has never been so wrong either. This is he believed is the genesis of the confusion that clogs the mind of perhaps all the people around.
He picks the dices from the table and braces them back to his left pocket.
It has been raining heavily outside.
“Are we going to wait for the rain”, His friend enquired. His friend has been always been kind of person to throw certain subtle question on him and used to watch his expressions. He always attributed this behaviour of his friend as a new religion called sadism.
He observes the tiny minuscule droplets of water on the window pane. The window was quite dusty and with showers it was looking like the holy heaven was spitting on them as if saying this is what you deserve to be there.
“Funny!” he says to himself. Funny is the nature of windows. The classic humour of the light or rather darkness being filtered through so called transparent matter. Colourless they are, yet trying to be prismatic. May be they are like the signature of our souls. Deep within everything gets filtered with the deviations. May be it’s the nature of our souls that makes us so colourful.
“Are you ready now, the rain has stopped”, His friends informs him.
“uhhh..Yes I am”, A sudden sadness engulf his face which gives an appearance of hollowness. It’s seems to be another act of luck. Bloody luck! That he is in so much need of money. A tool created by man to trade. And today he is going to trade a life for another.
“bah! Humbug”, He groans in despair.
“What! I hope you are not having second thoughts, remember you need money, and for that you have to kill this guy!”, His friend says.
“Yes I know, let’s go”.
Life they are full of permutation combinations entangled with tight strings of thoughts.
I cant kill anyone. I am not a killer. Life is what I have cherished all along in perhaps most subtle simple things. I love life how can I take one. Its the enigmatic force of joy that binds my soul with this colour. If I loose it I will loose everything.
His friend shakes him to wake him up from his thoughts.
“C’mon pull the trigger”,
“What!”
He finds himself in front of a stranger pointing the gun towards him. Is it real? Am I going to do it? Suddenly everything seems to have stopped. Sometimes your heartbeats starts to amuse you in these times. The adrenaline gush takes you to another intersection of plane where you can see how your heartbeats slow down than your thoughts. You can see how you disintegrate in the moment with thousands of voices screaming in an obtuse manner. Every second takes a timeframe of hours and…and they scream. They scream so you can realize, realize those moments of truth
He also realizes that and shouts “NO!!”
“No! I won’t take his life, We have never been imparted on this land to do this. To save someone by taking another life is death in itself. I won’t commit this mistake. I am not a KILLER. My heart is clean and any kind of killing is unforgivable”
“You swine, coward!, I will do it myself then..”, His friend punches him and takes away the executioner from his hand.
He feels as if pierced by numerous needles from all directions and in response he jumps on his friend and tries to snatch away the pistol.
A crashing sound blurts out and He could feel the warm blood. His eyes widens seeing this and in acknowledgment of the fact that it was not his. The horror fills his mind. His friend’s body gets heavy tearing away his left pocket from which the dices rolls out bearing no ‘1′ and ‘3′
“4” his friend utters his last word.
He whispers “Nah! It’s 13, the prime number of death”*.
*Acc to Chinese tarot card. Number 13 is death card.
-Vincet Van Gogh
Prime numbers..They are like life.. logical but yet difficult to comprehend their pattern. He has been brooding over this trying to find his way out through the galleria of peculiar numbers. He tries to scribble something but pencil lead breaks. He scratches the paper with the broken pencil as if trying to sympathize with the fate of broken lead. How rough and weird is this, he thinks.
He takes out the dices from his left pocket and starts playing with them. He rolls them on the table and the numbercomes ‘2′ and ‘3′.
“Huh prime!”
“So you got a 5” someone speaks from behind. Taken aback as someone has just spoken his mind aloud he turns back.
“Actually I would say its 23 my friend”, He says
“You are again at it, aren’t you?”
“Well my friend it’s the way you want to see it”, saying that he smiles.
He has always wondered at the obscurity of life. Always been so unsure of the purpose. It has never been so right, It has never been so wrong either. This is he believed is the genesis of the confusion that clogs the mind of perhaps all the people around.
He picks the dices from the table and braces them back to his left pocket.
It has been raining heavily outside.
“Are we going to wait for the rain”, His friend enquired. His friend has been always been kind of person to throw certain subtle question on him and used to watch his expressions. He always attributed this behaviour of his friend as a new religion called sadism.
He observes the tiny minuscule droplets of water on the window pane. The window was quite dusty and with showers it was looking like the holy heaven was spitting on them as if saying this is what you deserve to be there.
“Funny!” he says to himself. Funny is the nature of windows. The classic humour of the light or rather darkness being filtered through so called transparent matter. Colourless they are, yet trying to be prismatic. May be they are like the signature of our souls. Deep within everything gets filtered with the deviations. May be it’s the nature of our souls that makes us so colourful.
“Are you ready now, the rain has stopped”, His friends informs him.
“uhhh..Yes I am”, A sudden sadness engulf his face which gives an appearance of hollowness. It’s seems to be another act of luck. Bloody luck! That he is in so much need of money. A tool created by man to trade. And today he is going to trade a life for another.
“bah! Humbug”, He groans in despair.
“What! I hope you are not having second thoughts, remember you need money, and for that you have to kill this guy!”, His friend says.
“Yes I know, let’s go”.
Life they are full of permutation combinations entangled with tight strings of thoughts.
I cant kill anyone. I am not a killer. Life is what I have cherished all along in perhaps most subtle simple things. I love life how can I take one. Its the enigmatic force of joy that binds my soul with this colour. If I loose it I will loose everything.
His friend shakes him to wake him up from his thoughts.
“C’mon pull the trigger”,
“What!”
He finds himself in front of a stranger pointing the gun towards him. Is it real? Am I going to do it? Suddenly everything seems to have stopped. Sometimes your heartbeats starts to amuse you in these times. The adrenaline gush takes you to another intersection of plane where you can see how your heartbeats slow down than your thoughts. You can see how you disintegrate in the moment with thousands of voices screaming in an obtuse manner. Every second takes a timeframe of hours and…and they scream. They scream so you can realize, realize those moments of truth
He also realizes that and shouts “NO!!”
“No! I won’t take his life, We have never been imparted on this land to do this. To save someone by taking another life is death in itself. I won’t commit this mistake. I am not a KILLER. My heart is clean and any kind of killing is unforgivable”
“You swine, coward!, I will do it myself then..”, His friend punches him and takes away the executioner from his hand.
He feels as if pierced by numerous needles from all directions and in response he jumps on his friend and tries to snatch away the pistol.
A crashing sound blurts out and He could feel the warm blood. His eyes widens seeing this and in acknowledgment of the fact that it was not his. The horror fills his mind. His friend’s body gets heavy tearing away his left pocket from which the dices rolls out bearing no ‘1′ and ‘3′
“4” his friend utters his last word.
He whispers “Nah! It’s 13, the prime number of death”*.
*Acc to Chinese tarot card. Number 13 is death card.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Change - Changing life IN N OUT
I dunno why i am so much attached to the fucking word Change
'I' Think
c=k, something constant and to balance that 'k' out in every realm of our life we CHANGE.
Growth causes change. And growth is painful, right from your first set of teeth to the recent promotion in your professional or personal life. There is a native memory of that pain, and we often avoid change in anticipation of the growth pains.
Not everybody resists change. Many do, however. And they grow too. Those that display the graph of their fine evolution of growth, are the ones who are the most likely culprits of this resistance. They hoard the incremental changes that they never effected; invited. They are also the most likely to complain of a wickedness in the world or in the changing behavior of others or be so comfortable that they are oblivious to earthquakes even.
Then there those that effect change. And there is only one way, I believe, that they make the change happen. They embrace it with complete and utterly blind trust. Not in the result of what that change may bring, but in the change itself. The complete surrender. Because, there is no such thing as a better tomorrow. Either there is a tomorrow or there isn’t. Your notion of a better tomorrow is your today being recycled and realigned to make you believe that your today is better than yesterday. Take the last thirty days and run through them you will know what I mean.
Tomorrow can either be impregnated with the sameness of all your suspicions, cynicism and skepticism, or it can be the tomorrow that rids you of that sameness that you so despise, yet safeguard as a survival tool.
So think and Change .......
'I' Think
c=k, something constant and to balance that 'k' out in every realm of our life we CHANGE.
Growth causes change. And growth is painful, right from your first set of teeth to the recent promotion in your professional or personal life. There is a native memory of that pain, and we often avoid change in anticipation of the growth pains.
Not everybody resists change. Many do, however. And they grow too. Those that display the graph of their fine evolution of growth, are the ones who are the most likely culprits of this resistance. They hoard the incremental changes that they never effected; invited. They are also the most likely to complain of a wickedness in the world or in the changing behavior of others or be so comfortable that they are oblivious to earthquakes even.
Then there those that effect change. And there is only one way, I believe, that they make the change happen. They embrace it with complete and utterly blind trust. Not in the result of what that change may bring, but in the change itself. The complete surrender. Because, there is no such thing as a better tomorrow. Either there is a tomorrow or there isn’t. Your notion of a better tomorrow is your today being recycled and realigned to make you believe that your today is better than yesterday. Take the last thirty days and run through them you will know what I mean.
Tomorrow can either be impregnated with the sameness of all your suspicions, cynicism and skepticism, or it can be the tomorrow that rids you of that sameness that you so despise, yet safeguard as a survival tool.
So think and Change .......
Oxymoron - Painkiller Proofs
Well, I must confess I think abstract many times. Which is why I can relate very well to every abstract post of Gaizabonts. And here is my first attempt at putting it across.
One likes to ignore the tangle. The complex web of intricate relationships, discords and disagreements. When one refuses to admit there’s a web, it’s easy to deal with it. Go around it in a old deserted house as if it has to be there to complete it.
And there is disharmony only when one makes an attempt to untangle it, to break the cobwebs. The attempt to eliminate disharmony contributes to creating it. Or it makes one painfully aware that it was present and the aspect you tried to ignore is real. It removes the option of escaping. The safe and secure cocoons are shattered, just like the person who tried to untangle it.
Harsh but true!!!
One likes to ignore the tangle. The complex web of intricate relationships, discords and disagreements. When one refuses to admit there’s a web, it’s easy to deal with it. Go around it in a old deserted house as if it has to be there to complete it.
And there is disharmony only when one makes an attempt to untangle it, to break the cobwebs. The attempt to eliminate disharmony contributes to creating it. Or it makes one painfully aware that it was present and the aspect you tried to ignore is real. It removes the option of escaping. The safe and secure cocoons are shattered, just like the person who tried to untangle it.
Harsh but true!!!
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