Data is wealth. And I don’t like the idea of having all my data making other people wealthy. In my continuing quest (FreedomBox, ThinkUP) to track alternates to popular, commercial, offerings, here’s my latest list of things in the order I hope to play with when I find the time
I can’t live without Dropbox frankly. It is an awesome piece of software. The folks over OwnCloud have, what looks like, a decent offering. And besides files, it also supports syncing for bookmarks, contacts and calendars across devices.
MediaGoblin lets you host and share videos, music, and images and is a replacement for media-publishing services. I just bought a domain — nag.pics — that I thought I could use with this
– Will keep updating this article –
Two things happened recently — I upgraded to Mac OSX on my Macbook Pro and got a new Mac Air at work. The second is important because I don’t actually get to code much in my day job. And I can’t play around too much because I don’t have the time to break it — and fix it.
I wanted to set up the perfect web dev environment and started looking around. I intend to code in PHP (think CodeIgniter and Laravel) and learn Node.
As I went about this task, I quickly discovered that there are some hacks needed. I’ve tried to list everything out below.
Before you start, I highly recommend having iTerm installed — it replaces the default terminal in OS X and makes life a lot easier. Also, figure out which text editor you like. I’ve always been a Textmate fan, but am trying out Sublime Text.
Installing XCode command line tools
/usr/bin/ruby -e “$(/usr/bin/curl -fksSL https://raw.github.com/mxcl/homebrew/master/Library/Contributions/install_homebrew.rb)”
brew install dnsmasq
curl -sS https://getcomposer.org/installer | php
sudo chown -R www:www app/storage
Much has happened since I last wrote a post — a child, a new home, an election … i could go on. I let the blog die. After the anger and the activism, I needed a break.
It’s good to be writing again. It’s good to be back.
I am angry because a woman got raped in a bus in the national capital.
I am angry because I am not a member of the privileged classes.
I am angry because I don’t matter.
I have no security cover.
I have no access to mining or transportation contracts from the government.
I don’t make enough money to buy a farm-house.
And you know what, I can live with all of the above.
I can’t live with police who think they are above the law.
I can’t live with a class of badly-behaved goons who think they are above the law because of political patronage.
I can’t live in a city where a large group of people think they can get away with murder or rape because they are related to politicians, bureaucrats or industrialists.
I’m fed up with a political class who don’t care about me because I’m not an important voter.
I’m fed up with politicians who hide in large bungalows, hob-nob with industrialists and insist on policemen following them around with guns to protect them from the people who elected them.
I’m fed up with news media and columnists who ask me for a coherent alternative, for a list of demands, for constructive dialogue. They expect me to trust politicians, to trust the police to do what’s right, to trust them.
I can’t think of a single instance where politicians have lived up to my trust, or the police have done what’s right and treated me with dignity. And why would I trust the media — their business model doesn’t allow them to take on powerful corporate or political interests easily.
What recourse do I have?
Elections don’t work because across vast swathes of the country votes are bought. Fat, corrupt politicians return to power because they use jeeps, goons and money to take voters to polling booths. I know, I’ve seen it happen.
I am angry because I know I don’t matter in this country — that it’s run by the privileged few for the privileged few.
And that’s the crux of it, isn’t it.
I don’t matter.
I don’t matter because I’m not a vote bank — I live in a city. I don’t matter because I’m not rich. I can’t even pretend that I matter because I’m not a journalist any more — just another corporate drone.
I don’t matter because NOBODY represents me.
The cops aren’t there for my security, they are there to protect the powerful. The laws work when those in power have something to gain. When they lose, the law loses steam.
But, I want simple things:
To be allowed to live my life without restriction if I am not breaking the law.
To feel secure in the city I live in.
To see that my vote counts, that the taxes I pay count.
To know that the government I elect is there to serve me, and not themselves.
Is that too much to ask for?
The following demands were first tweeted by @saikatd — I have edited them for grammar and clarity and reworked the order in which the demands have been listed.
- The Delhi police must report to the state govt & not a bunch of unaccountable officials like Lieutenant Governor
- A Delhi Police Act is passed immediately, without delay, on lines of the SC judgment.
- Increase funding of training for police immediately.
- Ensure that the cops who didn’t register a case, or delay registration, are charged with abetment of the crime
- Ensure that the suspension of cops is not just a paid holiday without any long term consequences
- Commission a white paper on what happens to rape cases from prevention to investigation to conviction
- Professionalise & empower the National Commission for Women & retire the current politicians manning it
Kavita Krishnan’s fiery speech that encapsulates the idiocy of the government’s response to the #DelhiGangRape
As usual, the police are suggesting that the safety of people in Delhi is our responsibility. Women need to dress in particular way, only be out at certain times, rush home once it gets dark etc. And of course, we need to check what kind of auto/bus we are getting into to get home.
It’s like we live in a jungle where there are wild animals roaming around. And the police are forest wardens, keeping those wild animals away. But can only do so if we co-operate with them and behave in a manner that they believe is correct. And safe.
Shame on the government. Shame on the police.