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Jaw dropping exercise


Did your jaw drop when you heard about Malvika R Joshi,a prodigious feat quite stunning though when she made it to MIT.  A teenager who has not completed her 10th or 12th Board exam (high school exams) but has won a coveted seat at an ace technology institute.  Are we equipped well to sweep aside news about mundane matters and gloat over super intelligence?  Jaw dropping?

Extraordinary rescue

The recent mid-air mishap was worth that jaw-drop rescue to save a hundred and ten lives. All practically did remain hung mid-air, over 12,000 feet in the Alps.  Aiguille du Midi had ill luck in store when two cables got entangled that unseated passengers in cable cars in blustery weather. How romantically frigid!?!

Three governments united sportingly for an unheard of sport over the Alps. The French the Swiss and Italian governments supervised rescue operations of those 110 trapped when each occupant of every cable car was rescued individually. Wow!

Jaw drop heading

The paralympic gold medal recently won by Thangavelu Maryappan – thangam in Tamil means gold but the unsporting headline from a newspaper made my jaw drop with disgust – they called the medal paragold – a very bad attempt to play with words which belittles the athlete.

Jaw dropping coughing fit

All would have followed the extensive coverage of the 15th anniversary remembering 9/11 when the twin towers at New York fell like a pack of cards when a diabolic plane crashed into them in 2001. America and the world are yet to recover from that unimaginable mishap. But what was more shattering or jaw dropping was a coughing fit experienced by Hillary Clinton. Oh, no! Dissecting  a coughing fit can make jaws drop especially if it is a Presidential candidate.

The 9/11 memorial service acquired magnified proportion akin to the Hiroshima (several decades ago) war debacle. But one veteran Indian journalist reminisced two vital instances linked to bad experiences. He made it sound like jaw dropping but quizzical, I mean the instances:

One, a grim reminder of the 1984 Sikh riots in India that catapulted a Sikh finance minister to be the next Indian Prime Minister, Dr Manmohan Singh for two terms – jaw dropped.

Two, the 9/11 tragedy also witnessed Barack Hussain Obama (Moslem by birth) who was elected President of the US for two terms.  So much thought for a less magnified fact thrust into the faces of Indian and US citizens needs to be pondered. Rather, a slow motion jaw drop.



United Nations

A fifth straw poll to be held on September 26, 2016 may give an indication of the shortlisted candidates for the job of Secretary General of the United Nations.  Women rule the list, as of now Dilma Roussef has dropped her hat into the ring. However, I would love to include some startling candidates like the Syrian president or the Turkish president to contest. They will, with power backing the heavy weights, albeit wielding a sword in one hand and an olive branch in the other. Ever thought of these infamous candidates to head the UN? Predictable or jaw dropping facts or even prospective (?) facts are weathering significance or lack of it. Wait, jaw dropping is effortless, good for smoothening wrinkles on your upper neck.


































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