He is the Turner Road Traffic Signal Kid. He is a Child Laborer. Yes India Shining. He begins his work at 10 am on normal weekdays, festival times are stretched hours, no respite, heat sun, dust cold monsoon, and there is one season that prevails poverty. Period. The older girls, mothers or overseers sit at one end of the signal close to Motivala Jewellers, while the kids wearing shorts, bare torsos, the little ones naked dirt unkempt attack the motorists as soon as the signal comes to an halt, and they know their way around cars, motorbikes , buses and rickshas.They are not as convincing in their glib like the kids at the Mahim St Michaels Church Signal. Those kids invoke Allah if you are a Muslim, or Jesus Christ if you are a Christian, and their unending spiel can reall unnerve you if you are groping for your girlfriends tits in the back seat of a hot and humid cab, you just pay to get rid of those pesky eyes. The Turner Road Traffic Signal kids are street smart ,but come from a tribal belt near Amravati, or Jalgaon in Maharashtra, they are direct in their approach, but not rowdy, their main asset is their unguarded smiles. The little girls have misty eyes and at the age of 10 or 12 turn out to be damsels in a hurry, at about 13 they are already impregnated, the factory of producing kids. Kids is what brings the loot, kids is commodity , kids a week old are put on hire , slung to another kid, drugged and this little tyke to works the hours , no overtime , the clothes of the kids have no pockets , all the money is handed over to the overseer immediately. Any truant, cheating, than the cheek is burnt with a burning iron rod, or the hand broken. Business ethics that are learnt the hard way. Food is the leftovers from Stomach Restaurant .There is a powerful Beggar Mafia and the Hafta System Syndrome prevails, everyone right up to the top echelons has their hand tainted with this blood money. Everyone knows it but who cares. The NGOS are not seen here they are where the big bucks are, big fat donations and the perks where issues are media covered. I am not liked by the overseers I don’t need to explain. The most important begging days is the Independence Day Republic Day selling flags and other such badges sops,etc. Than Dassera, Diwali,Xmas. The Mount Mary Feast the Turner Road Traffic Signal kids move bag and baggage to the steps that lead out from the Basilica of the Mount , here each beggar makes at an average about Rs 1400 per day. This is for a week, and there are about more than 35 members a rough guess. The older ladies make a killing weaving flowers in a bunch as floral tribute. The guys the husbands, they play cards, drink and fornicate, here a father in a drunken stupor can impregnate the daughter, the end product is what matters.. a new born child. Ready for hire 8 hourly basis. The grown up boys about 14 to 16 are the studs, walkman, music mopped up hair, tight crotchy jeans, and horny as hell, their job to keep the little kids from sneaking the loot.. These Studs openly flirt, impress the prepubescent babes, and the babes well for them these hard on guys are better than Salman Khan the Bollywood Heart Throb. This is a life at the Turner Road Traffic Signal. Some of the studs service the begging Hijdas and are fabulously rewarded.. These youngster get into drinks , drugs and into petty crime, just to make a quick buck.. Yes India Shining.

Dear LEGO Community on flickr, Eurobricks, MOCpages, LUGpol, (and especially LUGnuts) etc., here's my very first actual large-scale car. It took almost two months to build and was more than three in planning. It's for the 30th monthly LUGnuts build challenge, which in a way remains unnamed. It consists of two teams, Team Lino and Team Nathan (both owners of these names being group administrators). The team with the nicest entries by the end of the month (of course, it's not personal, there's no "this guys' entry is nicer than this guys'.") gets thirty percent off chromed rims and a purchase at Brea's Best Bricks, custom license plates, and a certain amount off lego sets on S@H. People with their screen names starting with the letters A-M are in Team Lino and people from N-Z are in Team Nathan. Sounds sweet, huh? Well, for the other team anyway. Team Nathan, the one I'm in, has gotten creamed. We have five entries and Team Lino has... let's see... holy toledo! That much already?... twenty-seven entries. Team Nathan is toast. Or is it? Here I am, keeping the win still feasable by entering my - behold! - 14-wide 1969 Plymouth Roadrunner. (Not that others' entries were worse, I don't mean it that way, in fact the others' are much more impressive. I'm simply stating I'm keeping the Team alive...) It features opening hood, doors, trunk, reclining seats, hood prop, rubberband-powered fanbelt but no spinning wheels! Just kidding. It's yellow-black, with a partially-chromed V8 engine (though my dad's friend claims it's a V12, it's my fault really, I didn't put any tiles on the valve covers, revealing six studs on each side.) it has a black interior, NOS (Nitrous Oxide System) and a fuel cell in the trunk - you'd think it's a Lambo-munching drag racer, and yet it's lower than a French crepe. Drag racers are normally high in the back... and most of them don't have rear seats! Ew! Extra weight! ...however, I have made some modifications to lower the weight - there is no front bumper, only the bumper fixes and there are no windshield wipers. My '69 Roadrunner is a pretty weird car, if a true car connoisseur looked at it... and yet, it's still beautiful. It would still be fast, if it was real, it would still be comfortable, loud, (as every car should be) and a true beast. It's not a particular type of modification, for example it's not murdered out in a completely Tokyo Drifty style, and it's not murdered out in a drag racer fashion. It's just murdered out. And it's beautiful. So - for shame! - Team Lino? Reco'nize! Enjoy the pics, people - from both Team Lino and Team Nathan. Here's to a great automotive group that will live on forever. The special effects were done by my awesome older brother Gabriel, so all credit for presentation to him. Sincerely, Raphy