Recieved this e-mail from a dear friend and decided to share it with my readers. Most of you may know it already but I didn’t know it although I have been using a microwave for a long long time. It might save someone from pain and suffering.
A 26 year old decided to have a cup of coffee. He took a cup of water and put it in the microwave to heat it up( something he had done numerous times before). I am not sure how long he set the timer for, but he told me he wanted to bring the water to boil. When the timer shut the oven off, he removed the cup from the oven. As he looked into the cup, he noted that the water was not boiling, but instantly the water in the cup ‘blew up’ into his face. The cup remained intact till he threw it out of his hand but all the water had flown out on his face due to the build up of energy. His whole face is blistered and he has 1st and 3rd degree burns to his face, which may leave scarring. He also may have partial sight in his left eye. While at his hospital, the doctor who was attending to him stated that this is fairly common ocuurrence and water(alone) should never be heated in a microwave oven. If water is heated in this manner, something should be placed in the cup to diffuse the energy such as: a wooden stir stick, tea bag, etc. It is however much safer to boil water in a teakettle.
General Electric’s ( GE) response:
Thanks for contacting us. I will be happy to assist you. The email that you received is correct. Microwaved water and other liquids do not always bubble when they reach the boiling point. They can actually get superheated and not bubble at all. The superheated liquid will bubble up out of the cup when it is moved or when something like a spoon or teabag is put into it. To prevent this from happening and causing injury, do not heat any liquid for more than two minutes per cup. After heating, let the cup stand in the microwave for thirty seconds before moving it or adding anything into it.
Some good things haven’t changed, like Enid Blyton and her tales of adventure. Her Famous Five and Secret Seven series still enriches and enthralls millions of kids around the world. Like most young girls of my age, I always associated her with fun things, nothing very philosophical. Somewhere in my heart I always thanked God that Enid Blyton was never a part of our English lessons at school, otherwise there was every chance of some English teacher ruining all the fun associated with it. I hated Tulsidas and Surdas as a child because of all the Jeewanis (biographies) that we had to mug up for our exams. Nothing is more pleasant to my ears now than Surdas’s description of Lord Krishna’s childhood. Tulsidas wrote this beautiful verse about toddler Ram and his doting mother- Kilaki kilaki uthat dhaaya. Girat bhoomi latapataay. Dhaay maat gode lete, Dasharath kee raniya, but I hated it when it was a part of our curriculum. I haven’t written this post to criticize our education system in 3 idiots style, but I always get carried away when I think of how much more interesting our Literature classes could have been.
Coming back to Enid Blyton, I came across this quotation attributed to her: “Growing old is compulsory; growing up is optional.” The more I reflect on these words, the more I see how relevant they are even today. Mirza Ghalib also said some thing to the same effect, I don’t remember his words though, the jist was that there is a difference between becoming elderly and becoming aged (buzurg hona aur budha hona). I wonder if it can be relevant in the case of the senior Thackeray. Shiv Sena chief Bal Thackeray says that his party would not allow the Aussies to play cricket in Maharashtra. He said, “Our boys are being stabbed, burnt and shot at in that country and still our cricketers have no qualms in playing with them. Do they have any national pride?”. In the Sena announcement banning Australian cricketers in Maharashtra, in the party mouthpiece ‘Saamana’, he recalled that his activists had taken a similar step against Pakistani cricketers, who still cannot play in the state. How can we forget that Shiv Sainiks dug up the Wankhede stadium pitch, they surely excel at causing destruction. Is he suggesting that the Australian cricketers are responsible for the attacks on Indians in Australia? I heard Aussie cricketers coming out against racism and violence against Indians. Will boycotts help to catch the culprits? Other than soiling Indian reputation and hurting Indian and Maharashtrian economy I don’t think it is going to help much. I wonder if Raj Thackeray is thinking that he missed an opportunity by not speaking out against Aussies first. Thackerays won’t allow Aussies and Pakistanis to play in Mumbai. Bangladeshis may follow suit because of HUJI (Harkat-ul-jehad-al-Islami) connection, North Indians won’t be allowed because Raj bhai doesn’t want them in Mumbai. I guess very soon the only teams allowed in Mumbai will be the the two Thackeray groups.
Why Thackeray alone, most of us act like kids and not mature adults. Like kids if any one of consequence or inconsequential criticizes us anywhere in the world, our reactions are very strong. Any criticism against our national leaders in a book or film, even though it might be true is strongly protested. Gandhi ji’s own biography was more of a confessional statement and as a Gandhi fan I am proud of it but anybody talking even the truth about Gandhi in a negative way commits blasphemy. We have a short attention span and get bored soon and take up one issue after another, not really bothering to wait and see the impact of the sudden outburst. We live in the present, this week it is price rise we are protesting against, a fortnight ago it was the division of states. All that was forgotten as the media picked up the Ruchika Girohtra case and a few days later it was the ND Tiwari scandal. As a nation we need to reflect on where we have gone wrong, and what needs to be done to set matters right instead of knee jerk reactions. We live from one day to the next, confident in the expectation that somebody will look after us, no matter what we do. Let’s grow up and face the reality.
Read this English translation of a Pushto poem, don’t know the author, the title was Jannat-
I asked a mullah, what do you think is paradise like?
He ran his fingers through his beard and said
“Fresh fruits and rivers of milk”
A student was sitting nearby
I asked him, what do you say?
He put aside the book that he was reading and said
“Beautiful women with black dots on their chin”
A sheikh stood nearby, rolling his tasbeeh (rosary)
He stroked his beard and said
“No, it’s not like that”
“Paradise is beautiful servant boys and heavenly music”
A khan raised his head from a lengthy sajda (prostration in prayer)
What is your opinion, Khan Sahib? I asked
He adjusted his turban and said
“ Luxuriously furnished and perfumed mansions”
Nearby a laborer stood in his tattered clothes
I asked him, do you know what paradise is?
He wiped the sweat from his brow and said
“It’s a full stomach and deep slumber”
A man in disheveled hair, passed by, lost in his thoughts
I asked him what do you say, philosopher?
“It’s nothing but dreams conjured up to please man”
(Confused) I looked down into my heart and then looked up into the blue sky
And heard a murmur in reply
“Paradise is your home where you are the master and at liberty
And if you cannot attain the freedom
Then sacrifice on the path to freedom,
As an ideal, is paradise
Be it hellfire or the gallows”