The Gems and Jewellery Export Promotion Council is the premium body for the industry. Its an industry which is perhaps the highest foreign exchange earner in the country, with members travelling abroad regularly, interacting with foreign customers, exposed to international standards, attending international trade shows. And yet the India International Jewellery Show, organised by them in Mumbai from July 15-19, appears to be a lesson on “how NOT to hold a trade show”!!
Here is a ball-by-ball account of why I feel so:
1. At the outset, the show is restricted to trade only. You have to be connected to the industry to be able to register and attend the show. I had pre-registered before the show, and which itself, had demanded so many formalities, viz. photographs in prescribed format, letter from company, proof of identity etc. etc. Fair enough – I went through that, and got the registration.
2. When I landed up at the venue (time: 11:15 am) at Godrej, Vikhroli, I saw that the parking and registration formalities were organised outside the venue, on the opposite side of the Godrej complex, on the Eastern Express Highway. I took a U turn and reached that area. To find that it was pretty much a large plot of open land, muddy and slushy, and in the middle of which, a few tent like structures were hitched up, for registration. Vehicles were parked in an almost random fashion – find a corner that you can sneek your car into, and leave the vehicle there. And there were already tons of vehicles there, so I got my parking like almost 500 meters away. From where I had to walk up to the registration tents.
3. There I, being a pre-registered visitor, had to only go and get my card scanned and pick up a pre-registration kit. A simple lack of thought was seen here. Although there were hardly 4-5 persons in this specific queue, you still had to go through long vertical aisles with 4 turns, that you had to go through. Nobobdy thought it fit to remove the centre pieces, and let people just walk through quicker, considering that there was not much rush.
4. Inside with a lot of effort I found people who could guide me to the next thing to do – walk out and look for a bus to take me to the actual exhibition area. Most of the organising staff were clueless. Whoever took the contract for this organising part, must have taken it at lowest cost, and had to hire cheapest staff, whom also they did not think it necessary to train!
5. When I went to look for the bus starting point, I was shocked to see this long, long line out there! Yes, at least 200 persons waiting in the queue at that time, wanting to get into the bus to go inside the exhibition area. On enquiry, I was informed that I should not even think about walking in, as it was at least 1.5 km walk. So like the 200 persons who were already there, I went and stood in the queue. And with this long queue, you would expect them to run regular sized large buses, so that the queue gets cleared and people keep moving fast. But guess what? The buses (well, ‘bus’ is a joke; they were little bigger than a car!) were in fact, micro-mini-15 seater buses. Which moved slow. Which were not even fully filled up each time, for whatever reason (well I did discover the reason later, when I finally got into one of the buses; there were few persons who did attempt the walk, rather than wait for the bus, and as these persons were walking away, and the bus passed by them at a slow pace, many of them managed to hop onto the bus, having not had to wait in the queue!!). And as one stood in the queue, more people kept coming. And one could see, that the people being industry persons who often knew each other, they would greet persons standing in the front portions of the queue, and then just conveniently wait up with them, not needing to go to the end of the queue. And no organiser was there to prevent such nonsense from happening.
6. While I waited for the bus in the queue, I saw a different queue by the side, and one which was long when I came in, and which grew much longer all the time. This, I found out, was the queue for spot registrations. God help you, if you did not register in advance. The queue there was at least 500 persons long, and seemed to keep growing, as it moved ever so slowly. I understand that a person had to make payment at one place, get photographed elsewhere, produce the documents for confirming that they were a trade visitor, provide the photo identity of a prescribed kind only, and what not. There appeared to be one window where they only verified all these documents! Is there any wonder then, that the queue went ever so slowly. I would have guessed that one would need nothing less than 1.5 to 2 hours to go through that long queue and register. And is that all? No, obviously not. Because after registration, they come and stand in the bus queue (did anyone think of keeping a bus ready, where the last registration window was there??). Lack of imagination was completely exemplified there.
7. All of these queues and registration tents were in the wide open spaces, with wet mud under your feet, at most places. And it was in the middle of monsoons in Mumbai, with every chance of heavy rains likely to happen at any time. I wondered what could happen if it rained. If you had carried an umbrella, you might be fine. But like me, if you left it in the car (because you did not want to lug it around in the exhibition area), or you had not brought it with you (because you were going to see a jewellery exhibition, you thought, and not for a walk in the garden!), then what would you do, if it rained while you were standing in the one hour long queue?? Run helter skelter, with no shade in sight. And the people running with you would have been rich diamond and jewellery merchants also standing there in the queue, as also many ladies in rich saris.
Thankfully, although there were dark clouds above us, it did not rain, while I was waiting there. I do not know if it ever rained at some other time, and how did people manage then, but the point is that this is something that could have been so easily anticipated! As could have been antiticipated, the number of persons who would be attending, and registration counters, buses, etc. could have been planned accordingly. But no! They were not!
8. After what seemed like forever, I managed to get into one of those mini buses, and got into the exhibition area. I checked the watch when I finally reached the first exhibit. It was 12:45 pm. So having reached the venue at 11:15 am, I managed to see the first exhibit a good 90 minutes later! I can imagine that many visitors would have similar or worse experiences. Only goes to show that the organisers had NO VALUE for the time of the visitors. Also the exhibitors who would have paid a packet to take stalls there were also short charged. Because their target prospects, the trade visitors, spent more time waiting outside, than within the exhibition space. For example, I managed to cover only the one hall (out of the total of 4), and that is all the time and enthusiasm that I was left with, after the long morning outside!
9. Just one more point to show the sorry state of affairs. I went in to grab a bite, in the exhibition cafetaria area. Considering the large number of visitors, the cafetaria was big and busy. Lots of stalls for different types of food, with boards all around. All information, except the details of prices (there were a few select items, say around 10 out of a total of 70 items on offer, whose prices were available). There was a coupon system, so you had to buy the coupons on cash, and then the food, with the coupons. So I figured that the coupon counter would have the prices and stood in queue there, after having decided what I was going to eat. The coupon counter was at one corner of the cafetaria, and food counters were at the other side. When I went to that window, I told him what I was going to eat, and asked him how much it would cost me. To which he replied that he did not know! Ever so innocently he went on to explain that the coupons contract was with him, but not the food contract, so how can he expect to know! And if he does not know, how are we supposed to know?! He had no answer to that. Obviously the organisers did not think of making the two contractors to talk to each other! But understanding my disappointment, he did decide to give me a tip from his own side. Since I was only the one person, he suggested that about Rs. 50/- will cover my need for a sandwich and a coke, and will perhaps leave me with some spare money for a tea as well. Thankful for his advise, I took the Rs. 50/- coupons, and went and stood in the queue for the sandwich first, after which I would have gone and stood in the queue for the cold drinks (yes, indeed, it was that that kind of a day – from one queue to the other, and only in between, managing to sneak a few peaks at the exhibits too!). But guess what, when I got to to the window for the sandwich, I am told that it costs Rs. 50/-. So much for my cold drink and that extra cup of tea that the coupons guy had suggested, I may be able to get! Shocking.. to say the least!
I got out of the place as soon as I could. While I am sure I did see some good exhibits, guess what stayed with me, in my head, about the exhibition? You know what stayed with me… all of the above!
The Rotary year starts in July, and goes upto June. In other words, each new President and his Board take over in July, and are in office upto June of next year, and then a new team comes in.
For the present team, then, its hardly been about 11 days of official existence as a team, and already several interesting projects have already taken place.
Our Club has adopted one of the Municipal Schools in our city, where 6000 students study. We have recently distributes close to 800 sets of uniforms, a similar number of school bags, shoes and books, to the younger students. While this may seem mundane to many, I would like to clarify that a large majority of these children come from very poor families. Conditions at home are such that inspite of free education at the school, they cannot afford books or bags, and then on account of missing such requirements of school, they are not drawn to attend school itself. With the result that they end up on the streets, doing odd jobs, or begging, or whatever. The effort of distributing these basic necessities acts as a huge motivator for the children and their parents, to ensure the attendance at school. The joy on the faces of the kids, and their warm “thanks” were a sight to behold.
We have also started working closely this year, with the All India Institute of Physical Medicine and Rehabilitation. One of the projects already underway there, was to provide a printing press, to train physically challenged persons, on the same, and thereby get them to be trained for a new vocation.
A much more ambitious project getting underway, is the provision of a van that will serve two purposes. One of the purpose will be to provide offsite support for mending and repairs of equipment for physically challenged persons. The other dual purpose that the van will serve, will be to bring physically challenged persons to the Institute for any specific needs that they may have (and which many of them have, every once in a while).
Many other projects are on the anvil, as regards the AIIPMR.
One of our Rotarian members had the previlege of being a part of a team of around 16 persons that went from India to a small town in Central Africa, where the conditions were far worse than those in India. Utter poverty, abject medical infrastructure and lack of medical personnel greeted them there. There, in the course of a few days, the team has completed close to 800 cataract operations, and virtually given new sight to those individuals.
I am so proud to be associated with this movement called Rotary, and also very happy to be a part of this specific club. When we see and experience the joy on some of the lesser previleged sections of society with a little effort from our sides, we can understand the extent of opportunity that we have to make a difference to people’s lives.
Anyone wishing to participate in cash or kind, for such good causes is welcome to post a comment and let me know.
Reliance found oil.. yet again..
It happened a day or two before their annual general meeting.
Last year also, the timing was just about similar. A few days before their results were to be announced, came the announcement of an oil find.
What timing.. what luck.. wow… some people have it all!
A business publication reported that Reliance has a more than 50% strike rate in oil finds, for all the prospecting that they are doing. Unbelievable eh? This is better than the world’s best strike rates.
So will they keep finding more and more oil, year after year?
Will they keep doing so, close to each AGM or whenever the stock needs a little pushing up?
And will the common investor remain a sucker each time?
Is the Ambani name as strong a pull on the bourses, even after Dhirubhai, as the Gandhi name is at the polls, even so many years after Indira??
I wonder..
From last 2-3 years, we have made it a practise to have an annual puja at the office. A Satyanarayan puja. For this year, we had it yesterday, 10th July.
It is a nice tradition that we have kept up now, although in other terms, I am not one to follow too many relgious procedures or practises. I mean, I am a complete believer in Him, a certain super force out there. But for me, my acknowledgement of Him, and my obeisance to Him, is in the form of a daily prayer, even if it is mouthed within myself, while driving the car (in case I missed doing so at home before leaving), and more importantly, in living as true a life as possible. Essentially, having a clear conscience.
Still this annual Satyanarayan Puja has become a nice tradition for me.
It conveys to our employees that we are indeed believers, as I am sure that amongst them, there are few who must be far more religion oriented than we are. To give them a message that we are also with them, in terms of acknowledging God and thanking him, praying to him, with proper ritual, is a good thing.
Secondly, from an overall mental perspective, it feels good – that in a way, we have taken this specific extra effort to stop work and remember God, and request his blessings.
Further, as a part of this tradition, it has also become that one day in the year, when my parents, my kids and wife, as also, my partner’s family, all visit the office. It is with their wholehearted support that we have been able to start and run this business, and to have at least this one day of the year, when they visit our office, is very heartwarming.
Yesterday’s Puja, like earlier ones, went on for about 2-3 hours. While we were expected to focus and concentrate on what the priest was telling us, and focus of God, on prayer, etc., my mind did stray. As I put those hundreds of Tulsi leaves, one at a time, in offering to Satyanarayan, I realised that it was coincidentally, an important day in the life of few loved ones as well. And I chose the occasion to also pray to God on their behalf.
My brother and bhabhi, who were celebrating their anniversary, that day. I prayed for them, and for their happiness in marriage.
My good friend, who was getting installed as President of my Rotary Club, the same evening. A very sincere, very true person, who is so dedicated to the Rotary cause. He has already put so much effort before he starts his year. And this was the day when he was getting formally installed in presence of all other members and spouses, in front of the Rotary District Governor and other dignitaries, and most importantly, in front of his close friends, family and mother. A really important day in his life. And as I thought about him, I prayed for a very successful year for him, as Rotary President.
Wife of one of my doctor friends (well, the wife is also a friend, of course!), who was celebrating her birthday. I remembered her and prayed for a healthy and happy year for her.
And I felt good about doing this. That I could remember them as I prayed, and I could pray on their behalf.. felt good. I am glad we do the Puja every year.. I am glad we did it yesterday..
They are always there when traffic slows down. Whether its a long signal, or bad roads that stall traffic, no sooner that cars start moving gingerly at any one place, you can bet that the enterprising sellers of different wares will appear.
When the flyovers were being built in Mumbai, and there were spots where one could be stuck in traffic for several minutes, they appeared with their cold bottles of water, tetrapak drinks (Frooti and the lot) and some Haldiram munchings. In the later parts of night, when the husbands are returning home with a little more guilt at being late, these guys tempt with the gajras (well, alternately if you are headed for Chandni bar, you may need to wear it around your wrists). There are seasonal products – some fancy mirror hanging for the car, or a fun toy for the kids at home, and India map key hang (the latest fad on the streets), or colorful sun screens for the car. You name it, and they have it.
I am sure that there is an interesting distribution chain running behind these kids, and they are identifying stuff to keep peddling on the traffic stops. And the real product planning must be happening at that stage, but there is certainly enough skills that the sellers themselves show.
They know in just the 2 seconds of view if a prospect is a likely buyer and worth wasting more time at their window or not; if not, they would just as well move on to the next guy ahead. They are also sharp negotiators, and know the value of making a sale, quickly. If they can accept the price, it will be one quick decision, because they know the light will turn green and the chance of a sale will be lost. The magazine and book sellers who have a range of mags on their hands, also know what mag to offer to whom. Cosmopolitan for memsaab, The Economist or Business Today for the badasaab, Gentleman or the latest fitness book, for the yuppie saab, etc.
In a matter of a few hours, they must be making decent money (my guess would be an average of 250/- to 500/-), with variable margins, clearing off inventory, and what not.
Would not be a bad idea of pick our salespersons from amongst these boys, or maybe send some of our sales chappies for training, on the streets!!
Saw Lakshya last night. Inspite of it being a 10:15 pm show at the end of a tiring working day, managed to stay awake and saw the movie. Quite captivating, I must say. Very good direction by Farhan Akhtar. Each and every scene appeared to have been well planned and executed. Like a great amount of thought going into the making of the film. Some excellent camera work. Lights have been used brilliantly; the picturisation of the Preity-Hrithik song had some exceptional effects. In that song as also on the war front, the use of light and shadows was quite well done. The song “Main Aisa Kyon Hoon” and the dancing of Hrithik in that one, is the equivalent of the bright idea of “Woh Ladki Hain Kaha” in Dil Chahata Hai. As Farhan was everywhere on TV, as part of the pre-release promos, heard few things like how Farhan himseld had done “nothing” for a couple of years in his youth, like Hrithik’s character in this movie. Also that one of the reasons that Hrithik was preferred for this role, was the physical demands of the role. and indeed, there are many physically challenging scenes that Hrithik figures in, and I cannot imagine any other leading star of the day being able to do so.
Coming back to Farhan though, it does appear to be a good follow up on the fabulous Dil Chahata Hai. And a very different and unique theme too. Which is not so common.
Lets consider few other successful directors of recent times.
Suraj Barjatya did well with his two films, but they were of the same broad style.
Likewise Karan Johar. Kal Ho Na Ho is a bit of a departure, which he has not directed.
Sanjay Leela Bhansali had a good movie in Khamoshi, which bombed at the box office, and then made the super duper success, Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam. Only to stoop to mega budget, over aggressive marketing, and ordinary execution (by his lofty standards, as demonstrated in HDDCS) for Devdas (never mind the box-office success).
Nagesh Kukunoor had a good Hyderabad Blues, followed by very average Rockford and some stupid Bollywood farce, till he came up with a great Teen Deewarein. And now we await Hyderabad Blues 2.
Aditya Chopra, of course, has inherited the magic touch of his father.
But Farhan Akhtar has certainly proved himself to be made of strong stuff.. Lakshya is good!
The 12th floor ICU where my mother spent 15 days, after her heart attack on Feb 14, 2004, had a waiting area, and from the windows of which, we could see down on the street below. The most prominent structure visible below, was the Liberty Cinema, and as we all waited there for hours on, day after day, I could not but wonder about the relevance of the film that was playing there at that time, “Kal Ho Na Ho”. Until the day that she was discharged and we came home, as I watched the posters on that theatre, I had the lurking fear, “Kal Ho Na Ho..”.
Mom did battle out that predicament that faced her, and she is home recovering well, touch wood.
But as I review the complete course of events as they transpired, I have to believe that God wanted her to live on, very certainly. There were so many incidents where the timing went in her favour.
Starting from the time that the problem happened.. it was early in the morning, like around 6 am or so. We were all at home and could rush to her side. And then take her to the hospital. There was so much relevance to the quick treatment that she got, that one cannot underestimate the importance of having been there and having got her to the hospital so quickly.
At that hospital, she was put on some drugs, and then the cardiologist advised that nothing more could be done for now, except wait and watch, and he started to leave, and headed for his car. Just then, the nurse from the ICU went running after him, and caught him, almost as he was about to sit in his car. He rushed up to realise that there had been a cardiac failure. He was able to revive her quickly, but if he had left, it would not have been possible for anyone else who was present there, to do what he did. She could have been revived with anaesthetic process later on, but if time had gone by in doing so, it would have damaged her brain by that time. The timing was just too perfect.
After her angioplasty, she was in the ICU for few days. Once they felt confident, she was moved out of the ICU and into a room in the hospital. She was due to be discharged in a day or two thereafter. The concerned cardiologist, in whom she had developed complete faith, was to go out of the country for a couple of weeks, but a week later. Just at that time, a problem was identified, that of accumulation of liquid in her lungs. She was moved back to the ICU and put on special treatment. She came out of that problem in the next 3-4 days, and then after 1-2 days, she was able to leave the hospital and return home.
The timing factor? Well, she could have reached home and then developed the problem. It would have been disastrous to rush back to the hospital!
The problem could have happened after the cardiologist had already left for going abroad. Getting to a new doctor with a complication would have also caused tremendous stress to all of us, and most of all, to my mother. In fact, the complication came and went, in the presence and under the guidance of the cardiologist whom she had complete faith in!
Indeed, while I worried about whether ‘Kal Ho Na Ho’, God willed that ‘Kal Zaroor Ho.. ‘
I write about the disturbing moment of time, when my mom suffered a heart attack, on the morning on Feb 14, 2004. We did not realise it when it happened, and we took her quickly to the hospital across the road from our home, where after an ECG, the cardiologist gave us the shocking news.. that she had suffered a massive myocardiac infrac (I still can’t spell it right) or simply put, a big heart attack. He also informed that it was going to be a critical 48 hours from there on.
It was the first time that I was in a situation like this. Superstitious to feel that I should not talk about this, I had not mentioned to anyone else, but I did think in my own mind, that at the age of 40, I had been so lucky to have never spent a night in hospital for any reason, since I was discharged from the hospital at the time of my birth. But now this hit us.. My father broke down, and he sat there clutching his head in his hand, not speaking a word, and not moving. As hindsight can now reveal, there were so many decisions to be made in the course of that day, and later for the next several days. And I would have been absolutely ill-equipped to make those without the help that I got from my dear friends.
And all it took was a single phone call..
I called up my friend, Dr. Sunil Keswani first, who was on his morning walk, luckily with my other friend, Dr. Mahesh Jotwani. When he heard me out, he simply said that he is coming down. And they both were at the hospital in a few minutes. Dr. Anand Parihar and Dr. Anil Bradoo came a little later. Dr. Tejal Wagh brought snacks and juice for us after some time, and Prajakti and Vimmi gave comfort in ensuring that we did not have to worry about the kids. Vineet came down soon after.
With so many close friends around, offering the best of help, guidance and suggestions, a load was off my mind. I knew that if I asked their opinions and then took whatever decisions that had to be taken, those decisions would be the best in the circumstances. Beyond that, it was obviously going to be a question of destiny and fate.
These friends were there till late at night when we moved my mother to the Bombay Hospital. They visited the hospital several times, they talked to the cardiologist and comforted all of us in the family, by confirming that the cardiologist was on the right track.
How would it have been without their help? Without their technical support as doctors, without their moral support? I consider myself so lucky to have such great friends who care so much. No great words of thanks were shared, no major feeling of obligations. It came from their hearts, and it was absolutely touching and heartwarming. And all it needed was a single phone call…
I have wondered for a long time, about the extent of change that one experiences in a single lifetime these days. I presume the pace of change was slower in earlier times, and from the time of your birth till you died, things would change, but not drastically.
I thought about this, in context of my grandmother, when she was still alive few years back.
Like I realise that when she was born in a small town in Gujarat many years back, during those days, they still moved from place to place in a bullock cart (people in villages in India still do that).
But over time, in her life, she travelled by trains, and then by cars, and finally by aeroplanes. Imagine, in a single life, going from bullock cart to aeroplanes..
And now lets think of our own lives. And I will look at an even smaller time frame than from birth till death.
In 1985 when I was in the US as a student, I used to write these long letters to my family, letters which I would then stuff into envelopes, put a stamp, and send to India. Letters that would take a week to 10 days, perhaps, to reach my folks. And a reply would come after another 10-15 days. One that you would eagerly wait for. And now with email, if you write to someone and she does not reply in a few hours, you wonder why she is taking so much time!
Or think about television. Something that we take for granted now. It was probably the early 70s when it came to Mumbai. I still remember the very first day when it was launched, and since my Mama took an agency for EC TV, we had the previlege to view TV that very first day. We were all sitting on the terrace of his building, where the big antenna was set up, and which was adjusted number of times, to get it just right. And then we saw television with “The Count of Monte Cristo” and his fencing skills! Of course it was black and white tv. For many years, TV was s single channel, few hours a day, B&W experience. We had to remember that on Thursday 8 pm, there was Chhaya Geet, with Indian film songs for 30 minutes, and we would be watching TV that time. Or on Friday nights, Tabassum would be interviewing a film star on her Phool Khile Hai Gulshan Gulshan. For the rest of the programming was stuff like Aamchi Mati Aamchi Manasa, Santakukdi, Kilbil, Batmya, and stuff like that. And oh year, there was the Apan Yanna Pahilat Ka? Of course, there were the high points like watching the first day, first session of the test match at Brabourne Stadium, in 1972-73 India-England series, and watching Abid Ali remove two English wickets, I think, in the first over itself. We all thought this performance was thanks to the television being there! Of course, later we were drubbed by Tony Greig and his antics, and so much for the TV and whatever.
Well, but I digress..
We were talking about how TV was..
And then suddenly everything changed. In a matter of a few short years, it would seem..
More channels came, color came, live tv from different corners of the country, 24 hours tv, cable tv…
And here we have 100+ channels to choose from, one competing with the other for our attention. And where TV was a once or twice a week, 30 minutes at a time option, now, it is ubiquitous. We have to resist temptation to switch it on, and do other things.
And it appears that more change is in the offing. Broadband, Direct to Home, etc. etc. And all that in our lifetime..
Its a breathtakingly fast changing time period that we live in…
As I was driving to work yesterday, I saw this amazing car, a Sera, which seemed to have glass almost all over it. There was just this bit of metal, at the door and below, but otherwise, all over, it seemed as it there was only glass. A massive windshield and back glass and windows, all of which seemed to go right to the top of the car and meet there. It was quite interesting. And due to that construction, I could see all of the inside, the dashboard, the seats and everything.
And that led me thinking about how cars, and especially its glass structure has changed in India, over the years.
I remember the Fiat (old Fiat.. that is Premier Padmini types) and Ambassador cars, where the windshield glass was high up, and just enough to see the road ahead. And I remember how short persons had to almost tiptoe as they were driving, so as to be able to see out of that glass. And if you were standing on the road, and such a car went by, you would barely see the person inside, and nothing more.
And then sometime in the 1980s, my Mama got a Toyota Corolla. The period was very different from now, so a foreign car was a true rarity on the roads of Bombay (yeah, it wasn’t Mumbai then!). And besides other things, the one fact that was really striking was this huge front glass. When you were inside it appeared as if the whole world outside was suddenly visible to you. And when we were driving in it on one of the early days, and I was sitting on the back seat, and we passed this girl who stayed on the same street as I did. And I was so sure that she saw me, inspite of my being on the backseat (and I wanted so badly to impress her thus!!), thanks only to the big glass in the front (P.S. Her reaction to me did not change – she still ignored me, so either it did not impress her to see me in that car, or she really did not see me yet!).
Now of course, we have even the simple Santro with this huge front glass, giving extremely good visibility.
Interesting changes in the way cars have been built, and this is one change that really helps the driver.
Like I am also so impressed with that little foot support that they have in the Hyundai cars, next to the clutch pad. While we can easily take it for granted, but you realise that its still not there in many cars, and here is a small change that shows that Hyundai really thought about the driver. When your foot is off the clutch, like it is most times, the foot can rest easily on this support. Its neat.. thanks Hyundai.
They have not figured a real solution to the left foot going off to sleep in an automatic car, have they? With nothing to do, it just sits there, while the right one does all the hard work going back and forth between the brake and the accelerator. Can they find an answer to this problem?
Random Musings 