Ever since independence, India has witnessed many revolutions, many agitations from across princely states and non-princely states as well. India, a country made up of more than 500 princely states, was hard to bound under the crown of a single Central Government. But somehow, Sardar did his duty, using his inherent skills in converging India into one. But thereafter, India has continuously faced problems from States and different community, asking for a new state or altogether a new country. Nizams of Hydrabad, Bodo Land in Assam, Naxalites in complete Red Zone or Mizoland problem of Mizoram or the Gujjar activists in Rajastan or take it Khalistan in that case. Just because of some small mistakes of our four-fathers, we Indian people are today, facing some serious problems.
Across the world, we can hardly find thousands of people just herd themselves over the railway tracks!!! I mean, don’t they have any sufficient work to do, and keep themselves busy than to agitate against government? Complete Railway System of our country has hampered because of the Gujjar protest. It has taken the whole country to the stir.
Last time when, Gujjar demonstration came up, and they demanded something, Government approved 1% reservation for Gujjars. But why? If you soften your finger grip, these people are going to grab your hand itself, and then your body. And the result is in front of us, now they are asking for 5% reservation in government jobs. Believe me, if government shall grant this particular demand, these Gujjars shall come up again after a short time interval to shake the country for no good reason.
And for this, a small Gujjar delegation team is going to meet government official in Bayana Town situated in Bharatpur District today, i.e. 30th Dec, 2010. This group of Gujjars is a team of around 20 people headed by the leader Mr. Kirori Singh Bainsla. This Bainsla has got a different story altogether. You go to any posh area of Jaipur, Delhi, Amritsar, Faridabad, you shall find them, for sure, with huge villas and bunglows and lavish cars. I don’t understand, from where they are getting so much money, and second though they have such huge cash surplus, why the hell they are agitating against the government, and hampering the country.
My projection:
Government will definitely negotiate with the current demands of Gujjars, but they will for-sure fulfill something. Now, this is bad. Supreme bad. If your sub-judice against non-government party, they are going to come up again after some time, to rape government again.
30 December, 2010
Shimla – this new year
Shimla witnessing lowest temperature of the season of around freezing point! And so, businessmen are happy.
Dal Lake is frozen, for the third time in history. Earlier, Dal was found frozen during the recoded years of 1964, 1986 and then now 2010. Instead of bone-breaking cold, tourists are flocking continuously in Srinagar. Mercury has dropped down to -6 degree Celsius. All these because of Western Disturbance! And this low mercury over northern region has resulted chilly weather in middle parts of India as well. Shimla has witnessed snow fall for last two days, and this has resulted in the happiness of local business people. Tourist around the India have started flocking in Shimla since last two days, majorly, and due to the snow bed now, more tourists are likely to come. According to me, all major hotels and resorts are full-booked and second and third tier accommodations are on the verge of getting packed.
Snow bed has resulted in extreme climate, but tourists coming from all over India are hardly worried of the cold, rather they are coming especially to witness the snow fall and enjoy the solitude.
Along with normal tourism, cross-selling would happen for sure. Viz. Snow Ski, Snow Boarding, jeep safaris, et cetera. There are certain vantage points in Shimla and in nearby areas, from where nice ecstatic view of Himalayans can be observed. Innate beauty and pristine climate in December, especially due to snow fall, has made Shimla a prime destination for the celebration new year. 31st December, this year around would witness, new heights of adrenalin rushes across the tourist folks in Shimla. Pristine climate, innate beauty and spectacular mesmerizing vistas - with snow clad silver mountains: Shimla - I found it intrinsic.
Dal Lake is frozen, for the third time in history. Earlier, Dal was found frozen during the recoded years of 1964, 1986 and then now 2010. Instead of bone-breaking cold, tourists are flocking continuously in Srinagar. Mercury has dropped down to -6 degree Celsius. All these because of Western Disturbance! And this low mercury over northern region has resulted chilly weather in middle parts of India as well. Shimla has witnessed snow fall for last two days, and this has resulted in the happiness of local business people. Tourist around the India have started flocking in Shimla since last two days, majorly, and due to the snow bed now, more tourists are likely to come. According to me, all major hotels and resorts are full-booked and second and third tier accommodations are on the verge of getting packed.
Snow bed has resulted in extreme climate, but tourists coming from all over India are hardly worried of the cold, rather they are coming especially to witness the snow fall and enjoy the solitude.
Along with normal tourism, cross-selling would happen for sure. Viz. Snow Ski, Snow Boarding, jeep safaris, et cetera. There are certain vantage points in Shimla and in nearby areas, from where nice ecstatic view of Himalayans can be observed. Innate beauty and pristine climate in December, especially due to snow fall, has made Shimla a prime destination for the celebration new year. 31st December, this year around would witness, new heights of adrenalin rushes across the tourist folks in Shimla. Pristine climate, innate beauty and spectacular mesmerizing vistas - with snow clad silver mountains: Shimla - I found it intrinsic.
Winter Haiku
Sitting under a high-rise pine tree at “The Ridge” in Shimla, feeling the serene clear climate I wrote a few haiku’s with hushed mind.
P.S.
Haiku is a non-rhymed verse genre, having approximately 5 syllables in first line, 7 in second and 5 again in the third line, making a sum of total 17 syllables. But, it’s no specific rule to follow it. It’s just the sound that matters and not the words. What all matters in a Haiku is, that words has to be juxtaposed. It’s a traditional form of Japanese Poetry Art. And believe me, it’s the smallest, the tiniest literary form. In Japanese Language, Haiku means “Playful Verse”.
The most important and the only element of Haiku is it’s related to CLIMATE. Its Japanese analogous is “KIGO”.
P.S. 2: Extreamly sorry for writing P.S. at so early in a page.
P.S.
Haiku is a non-rhymed verse genre, having approximately 5 syllables in first line, 7 in second and 5 again in the third line, making a sum of total 17 syllables. But, it’s no specific rule to follow it. It’s just the sound that matters and not the words. What all matters in a Haiku is, that words has to be juxtaposed. It’s a traditional form of Japanese Poetry Art. And believe me, it’s the smallest, the tiniest literary form. In Japanese Language, Haiku means “Playful Verse”.
The most important and the only element of Haiku is it’s related to CLIMATE. Its Japanese analogous is “KIGO”.
P.S. 2: Extreamly sorry for writing P.S. at so early in a page.
walk walk
dry streets fail to squeeze me
snow fly
first cold with the shower
white cranks flutter high from the sky
Making me wobble all over
Long pines over and above
sun camouflages behind the silver silhouettes
shrubbery foliage standstill
out of the window snow falls
strength inside my body kills me
white everywhere I look
new year
still here
Long and forlorn
my soul
gold to grey to white
a walk in the snow
steaming brewed coffee
my hand arctic cold
snow still throbs on the asphalt
cows mooing
out in the snow
i look out shivering
shivering of snow he barks
enjoying of snow he howls
brooding still I am
out in the hamlet
snowmen without the groin
standing life less
black kiln
sparks orange in the day
snowy white when I see again
late at night
the black tree turns white
night at night turns late
day in the bus
evening on the boulevard
night in the fleece
haystacks’ outside the barn
urn clouded with the snow
standstill there I was
20 December, 2010
An Autobiography of My Mirror
On request, i wrote two different essays on the Topic "An Autobiography of My Mirror" for my friends. Both have got different masochism of a writer, different facets, different sides. Dedicating to my ISB&M pals. Here they are.
The moment of my consciousness, when I am utterly alone, but I do not, feel lonely, my very own being becomes the whole, in the straits of her. This is the longing of me; this is hidden in my deepest, innermost core that makes me happy. And she’s the sole reason, my beloved.
Her always, captivating and bewitching smile, makes not only me, but the whole world happy. I expect clear sky, but receive velvety umber sky with crimson horizon. As I sit face to face with the buoyant charismatic smile of hers, I down under and go around for a spree of contentment. Just because of her, this present never kills me. I am so lively, so much in this world, so living apiece. I always get drenched in the infinite explosion of love that she showers over me. I make her look good and she makes me feel good. We are parasites made for each other-a purity of love. Her jubilant colours and ecstatic emotions, euphoric mind over elation, all the day, makes my every day. She is a rhythm, a classic tone sung in a high pitch. A blissful delight!
Every morning, when she wakes me up, light waves and shadows fly over the caring bridge. A bridge that binds us! The resilient power and the inspiration transcending over the same caring bridge between us; she gave me words, she taught me to speak words, she made me see this world, and she made me to live life. Though I’m hung over on a grimy ceramic, I have never felt in my life like I’ve become standstill. No never. Just like staff notations, I’ve gone far beyond the yonder to see this world, through her eyes. When she catches me over the day she showers the softness of a flute and during the night, I get sodden in the decibels of a saxophone. She hums straight into my heart, touching my emotional cords and makes my day. Though, I’m brittle I’m not vulnerable; in the solitude of her, I’m safe than ever. My soul erupts, as she glances over me, over my riveting shining beauty and smolders over with the scent of fuming ashes. I ooze out the slithering beauty, doesn’t matter what the time is; in her sole retreat. Whenever her cerulean thoughts emerge out, when she cry’s or laughs in front of me, lingers and touches me, makes me feel me and I a parasite of her succumbs in a reverie, and surreal waves of thoughts out of me, making a cloud, relinquishing my passion for her, and the ardor just touches her. At that time, I could not be more than myself.
Our relation, of a non living being and a living being, so pure and so strong! So that, none shall cross, none shall break. We’re in relationship, forever. Our relationship, like fine gold spun inside, with the warmth and fragrance of this sweet earth, like seven colours of heaven, high in the sky.
Day and night are the antiquity of life, and I am just one. I exist and I fracture, I laugh and I shine. I am fragile and I am vulnerable. Just like human beings, even I am this earth’s product. But he hates me. I want to see a sparkle in his dark black eyes, but what I see in his eyes when he sees me is the same darkness, and I feel like a secluded cloud of fog transcending over the horizon; losing my existence. And I listen to the same sound of silence, the same tranquility and serenity in his eyes. I have become so stagnant, and this stagnancy has made me gone lost. I want to see this world, just like any other living flesh. But he don’t even touch me, my life has become futile. I am wholly lost. I m so beautiful, I m so glittery and shimmering but I want human being to touch me. I want him to touch me, to feel me. I want emotions to ruin me, to belligerently squash me.
At dawn, I seek for the rays of life, to enlighten me, to wake me from the slumber of this mean world. At twilight, I don’t exist. Darkness is my ally. With every sun that dips, I feel like a Martian in a far-off shore. And when it’s dark, it shines. But he doesn’t. He hides everything from me. There’s always a lot to know from his Pandora’s Box.
Whenever I see him see me see him, I feel happy. But still, I am unable to sparkle his dark black eyes. Still, I can only find the same masochism of being a mortal, just a mortal; who is lost in the manacles of this neutrophilic world entangled in the nets of his own thoughts. And because of his so behavior, I feel like haunted, for a flicker. So that I can rejuvenate myself with the superfluous oomph! He, a bête noir is profane of his own thoughts, I can see in his eyes and that makes my odyssey an ordeal. And I cry in the hues of my lost emotions. Some eerie thought process in me says, “I do believe, but can’t act”. I am the same mirror, no breaths, no flesh, no emotions and no sentiments. And still I am bluntly proclaiming that I want to live my life, not with a fugitive. I want to probe down into the drenches of his heart. I want to linger around his pulsating heart and want try to make him urge. My own very reason of life levy’s no weight on my existing of being; all because of him.
I make people happy, I make them look good, I make them look beautiful. But this mean world has devastated him. I seek awakening, I seek enlighten, detachment and serenity, I believe an unexamined life is not worth living. I want to make him feel good. Amen.
1.
An Autobiography of MY MIRROR
The moment of my consciousness, when I am utterly alone, but I do not, feel lonely, my very own being becomes the whole, in the straits of her. This is the longing of me; this is hidden in my deepest, innermost core that makes me happy. And she’s the sole reason, my beloved.
Her always, captivating and bewitching smile, makes not only me, but the whole world happy. I expect clear sky, but receive velvety umber sky with crimson horizon. As I sit face to face with the buoyant charismatic smile of hers, I down under and go around for a spree of contentment. Just because of her, this present never kills me. I am so lively, so much in this world, so living apiece. I always get drenched in the infinite explosion of love that she showers over me. I make her look good and she makes me feel good. We are parasites made for each other-a purity of love. Her jubilant colours and ecstatic emotions, euphoric mind over elation, all the day, makes my every day. She is a rhythm, a classic tone sung in a high pitch. A blissful delight!
Every morning, when she wakes me up, light waves and shadows fly over the caring bridge. A bridge that binds us! The resilient power and the inspiration transcending over the same caring bridge between us; she gave me words, she taught me to speak words, she made me see this world, and she made me to live life. Though I’m hung over on a grimy ceramic, I have never felt in my life like I’ve become standstill. No never. Just like staff notations, I’ve gone far beyond the yonder to see this world, through her eyes. When she catches me over the day she showers the softness of a flute and during the night, I get sodden in the decibels of a saxophone. She hums straight into my heart, touching my emotional cords and makes my day. Though, I’m brittle I’m not vulnerable; in the solitude of her, I’m safe than ever. My soul erupts, as she glances over me, over my riveting shining beauty and smolders over with the scent of fuming ashes. I ooze out the slithering beauty, doesn’t matter what the time is; in her sole retreat. Whenever her cerulean thoughts emerge out, when she cry’s or laughs in front of me, lingers and touches me, makes me feel me and I a parasite of her succumbs in a reverie, and surreal waves of thoughts out of me, making a cloud, relinquishing my passion for her, and the ardor just touches her. At that time, I could not be more than myself.
Our relation, of a non living being and a living being, so pure and so strong! So that, none shall cross, none shall break. We’re in relationship, forever. Our relationship, like fine gold spun inside, with the warmth and fragrance of this sweet earth, like seven colours of heaven, high in the sky.
2.An autobiography of MY MIRROR
Day and night are the antiquity of life, and I am just one. I exist and I fracture, I laugh and I shine. I am fragile and I am vulnerable. Just like human beings, even I am this earth’s product. But he hates me. I want to see a sparkle in his dark black eyes, but what I see in his eyes when he sees me is the same darkness, and I feel like a secluded cloud of fog transcending over the horizon; losing my existence. And I listen to the same sound of silence, the same tranquility and serenity in his eyes. I have become so stagnant, and this stagnancy has made me gone lost. I want to see this world, just like any other living flesh. But he don’t even touch me, my life has become futile. I am wholly lost. I m so beautiful, I m so glittery and shimmering but I want human being to touch me. I want him to touch me, to feel me. I want emotions to ruin me, to belligerently squash me.
At dawn, I seek for the rays of life, to enlighten me, to wake me from the slumber of this mean world. At twilight, I don’t exist. Darkness is my ally. With every sun that dips, I feel like a Martian in a far-off shore. And when it’s dark, it shines. But he doesn’t. He hides everything from me. There’s always a lot to know from his Pandora’s Box.
Whenever I see him see me see him, I feel happy. But still, I am unable to sparkle his dark black eyes. Still, I can only find the same masochism of being a mortal, just a mortal; who is lost in the manacles of this neutrophilic world entangled in the nets of his own thoughts. And because of his so behavior, I feel like haunted, for a flicker. So that I can rejuvenate myself with the superfluous oomph! He, a bête noir is profane of his own thoughts, I can see in his eyes and that makes my odyssey an ordeal. And I cry in the hues of my lost emotions. Some eerie thought process in me says, “I do believe, but can’t act”. I am the same mirror, no breaths, no flesh, no emotions and no sentiments. And still I am bluntly proclaiming that I want to live my life, not with a fugitive. I want to probe down into the drenches of his heart. I want to linger around his pulsating heart and want try to make him urge. My own very reason of life levy’s no weight on my existing of being; all because of him.
I make people happy, I make them look good, I make them look beautiful. But this mean world has devastated him. I seek awakening, I seek enlighten, detachment and serenity, I believe an unexamined life is not worth living. I want to make him feel good. Amen.
20 November, 2010
A sight at Howrah Bridge
Water and its silvery movements,
A single ray and a thousands thoughts
Melancholy of the situation,
A behemoth metallic structure
Over a gigantic rippling body,
Ganges at its beauty.
Banks are still, and the water flows
Tiny four wheel yellow machines in plenty
Howling and shouting tweety
Trying to find a single passenger,
In their kitty.
Red citadel of howrah junction,
And the labyrinth of it
Boiling with the thousands of two legged creatures,
And I’m just one of them,
Trying to draw a soothing caricature
Long and forlorn,
In the consumed beauty
A crisis here,
And a rescue there,
Making the loud impair.
Amid the crying silhouettes’,
In the core
And I can listen,
A cry more.
In my erupting heart,
Making my sojourn,
A memorable one.
A single ray and a thousands thoughts
Melancholy of the situation,
A behemoth metallic structure
Over a gigantic rippling body,
Ganges at its beauty.
Banks are still, and the water flows
Tiny four wheel yellow machines in plenty
Howling and shouting tweety
Trying to find a single passenger,
In their kitty.
Red citadel of howrah junction,
And the labyrinth of it
Boiling with the thousands of two legged creatures,
And I’m just one of them,
Trying to draw a soothing caricature
Long and forlorn,
In the consumed beauty
A crisis here,
And a rescue there,
Making the loud impair.
Amid the crying silhouettes’,
In the core
And I can listen,
A cry more.
In my erupting heart,
Making my sojourn,
A memorable one.
02 August, 2010
The Escape Road
The splinter swinging high,
Struck by the lightning of this neutrophilic world.
Here I’m,
An urchin, under the naked parasol
Monstrous Gehenna, profound credence,
Inside the stormed citadel,
Tangled in my own net of thoughts.
I’m haunting,
I’m haunting for the flicker.
Enfeeble and debilitate, badgering continuously.
I want to keep myself safe,
Serpentine and a hedgehog, swirling and snoozing
Demigods.
In this rainy season,
Trying to calm me,
To rejuvenate me with superfluous oomph.
But the Splinter,
Non-sequitur of my thoughts.
Spinning with alacrity, askew
Carpe diem blitzkrieg, towards me, to kill me
It’s haunting me.
Thy jaunt, turned out to be an ordeal
Bete noire, profane by my own thoughts,
Cuss, bleary eyes with fatigue libation.
Entr’acte
My thoughts chafe
Blinding my sights,
In flummox clouds,
Jittery and hawkish, my wits
Déjà vu, trepidation tantamount.
Valhall, I’m coming.
The Escape Road,
Find me just another Escape Road.
Struck by the lightning of this neutrophilic world.
Here I’m,
An urchin, under the naked parasol
Monstrous Gehenna, profound credence,
Inside the stormed citadel,
Tangled in my own net of thoughts.
I’m haunting,
I’m haunting for the flicker.
Enfeeble and debilitate, badgering continuously.
I want to keep myself safe,
Serpentine and a hedgehog, swirling and snoozing
Demigods.
In this rainy season,
Trying to calm me,
To rejuvenate me with superfluous oomph.
But the Splinter,
Non-sequitur of my thoughts.
Spinning with alacrity, askew
Carpe diem blitzkrieg, towards me, to kill me
It’s haunting me.
Thy jaunt, turned out to be an ordeal
Bete noire, profane by my own thoughts,
Cuss, bleary eyes with fatigue libation.
Entr’acte
My thoughts chafe
Blinding my sights,
In flummox clouds,
Jittery and hawkish, my wits
Déjà vu, trepidation tantamount.
Valhall, I’m coming.
The Escape Road,
Find me just another Escape Road.
28 July, 2010
28 June, 2010
My Humble Bee
I hardly knew thy closeness,
I hardly knew thy warmness,
I hardly knew thy sweetness,
I hardly knew thy anger,
I hardly knew thy separation.
My heart lingered,
In our sweet past,
Touching thy heart.
My eyes,
Watching thy soul,
Went outside to watch "MOON",
Thy only connection,
In this world.
Thy separation is killing me.
Waves of thoughts are lingering,
Making a cloud,
Were relinquishing my passion for her.
My weaver dreams and heartfelt words,
All my emotions,
Came to a hault.
I was damned,
But I’m a phonix,
I want to surge out,
To kiss the sweetness,
To listen the honey words,
Of My Humble Bee.
- to my sweet little zeher
I hardly knew thy warmness,
I hardly knew thy sweetness,
I hardly knew thy anger,
I hardly knew thy separation.
My heart lingered,
In our sweet past,
Touching thy heart.
My eyes,
Watching thy soul,
Went outside to watch "MOON",
Thy only connection,
In this world.
Thy separation is killing me.
Waves of thoughts are lingering,
Making a cloud,
Were relinquishing my passion for her.
My weaver dreams and heartfelt words,
All my emotions,
Came to a hault.
I was damned,
But I’m a phonix,
I want to surge out,
To kiss the sweetness,
To listen the honey words,
Of My Humble Bee.
- to my sweet little zeher
14 June, 2010
Our Great Country, India
Hail Everybody,
I read the complete thread, and enjoyed every bit and nibble of it. I really appreciate – Shaiwal, Ishani and Shivam – for their conjurers over the topic. We can clearly see a violent streak in you all, against the Indian Judiciary System, just like me.
I completely agree with Shaiwal and Shivam on may points regarding lethargic attitude of our Governement regarding Capital Punishment. Regarding fast execution of any damn project and getting it done in time. Be it power stations, transportation, vikas yojna or census counting or be it Court Cases. There are lacs of cases still pending in courts and I can’t believe, Judicial Judges, who had taken an oath once upon a time to serve the country are on leave, gone on vacation, shit on them.
Indian Courts are closed on week-ends. Why? Though, lots’ of cases are pending, why to take leave on week ends. Currently, all court judges are on 45 days summer holiday.
What will happen to the millions of piled pending cases?
There are lot’s of vacancies left open, buy no bodies caring to recruit to fill them.
Very poor law system, that we have adopted way back in 1952 regarding crimes, has hardly changed since then. It’s in dire need of a 180 degree phase shift. But the problem is, who will change it? Shivam you said, we need to change everything, I agree. But, in order to change a single law, the whole procedure needs to get passed through the Legislative assembly (Lok Shabha).
There is a law ministry who takes care of all this laws regarding everything, including crime laws. Now in order to change a single law, this law ministry, first need to have insights that here is the problem and need to change. If they don’t find a problem in the existing system, why would they take unnecessary steps? Second, if “they” see a grave problem, they in accordance with the Rulling party, will write an amend, a decree with obligation to Mr. PM and Mrs. President regarding the same. The law will be introduced in the Assembly and will get a slot to discuss by the Speaker. The whole thing would then pass trough the Assembly. All the parties would hear and discuss the pro’s and con’s of it. In the end the resolution can be passed and can be made legal if an only it gets the majority of 2/3. Majority of 2/3 is essesntial in Lok Shabha, for each and every law to be passed. Even to change this rule of 2/3 majority, and make it 1/3 or ½, it needs to get 2/3 majority. You see the irony in this.
(Note: Money Bills need 50 % majority)
This is why; we aren’t able to make changes in our Judiciary System. A mea culpa.
Shaiwal you asked about, why the verdict of primary courts and primary fast track courts are not made final? This is simply because the law is made so, back in 1952. Second to change it, there has to be a rigorous discussion initiated by the law ministry in the legislative assembly and need to get the majority of 66 %.
In
Ishani you said, our country
Let me give some examples:
In
Why So? Why so much of difference?
The reason is: these people, Chinese,
Chinese and Israeli people have fought a shitty war of blood and gore to regain their inch – inch of land from their enemies. Their land, even today is soaked with their hot blood, and these people understand the importance of it. But we don’t.
Back in 1942, when Quite India movement started, Churchill clearly stated to Mr. Gandhi, “You’re a big fool Mr. Gandhi, you people can’t, simply can’t run this big country on your own. It’s a pretty mess. We are capable of and has the needed experience. Your country is feeble and shall be segregated and shall be collapsed with in no time. It’s a big mistake you’re doing Mr. Gandhi. Think once more”. I remember, this is written clearly in the famous book, ‘Freedom at Midnight’, by Dominique Lappirie.
Churchill was right. Believe me. We have, not yet, learned the way to rule this gigantic country with a population over 130 Crore. We're still in gestation period. We're still green, unripe, immature and juvenile.
Problems of brain drain, attrition, no proper legal policy, now and then interference of council of ministers, president in the law, no fix time duration of execution of a court case, lethargic behaviour, poor attitude toward work are the stark symptoms of our degraded Government's Management.
Just compare Government work with Private Channels:
Government Work: Sardar Sarovar Damn, Municipality work, PWD, et al
Private Work: Konkan Railway, Delhi Metro, Golden Quadrilateral, et al (Made on the law of BOT - Built, Operate and Transfer)
Spot the difference?
Plight of BSNL, post 1991 reform of libralization and after - how it changed, after springing up of other 12 mobile spectrums across the sky of Indian Subcontinent.
In short, to tame the government, public themselves has to kick the government’s ass.
Now to do this, there are two tools at our stake.
As what Shivam and Shaiwal says.1. Ballot
2. Education.
Both of these have got certain powers, but half baked powers. If not understood properly by the public, it can go against us. And, that’s exactly what is happening. I won’t say, both of these factors should be used hand in hand or should concentrate on one, rather, we should be focused.
(a) People get educated, and go abroad or even if they stay here, get so involved with their work that they can’t vote.
(b) Uneducated, illiterate people vote hardly knowing whom to vote.
These are too simple layman practical phenomenon’s happening at the ground level.
And they are true.
Giving my own example,
Case 1:
In my voting right period of 6 years till now, I have voted only once. Why? Because since I got 18, I never lived at my home town, I kept on shifting alone without my family. Second, even when I voted once, in State Assembly Election of April 2009, didn’t know why I voted a particular person. I completely didn’t know the characteristics of the person I voted for at that time. Believe me, I voted just for the cause of voting. I was excited, then. I didn’t know any of the person standing for elections because I never stayed at my home town. So now, what does it mean? Does my vote had any weighting? Did it matter the final result in a fruitful way?
Case 2:
Now, the case turns to us all. We all 180 students of the batch 2009-11 of isbm, puna are like me only. When next election shall come for respective State Assembly, for example, not only we 180, but together 8 Lacs we like students who are potential voters but lives in pune for study purpose (and cannot be calculated in the census of Puna), will become deceitful, fraudulent crook, a big time hypocrite. For a single day – even though we are all well educated - will become boorish and hooligans and uncivilised and barbaric’s, isn’t it? Tell me if I’m wrong.
And this is only for Puna. What about other Tier II and I cities. What about those billions of people who have migrated for the purpose of job and due to famine? No body can vote, thought they are educated !
And believe me, I’m just chugging my way through the bottom of the pyramid of the whole constellation. There’s a lot to come. The thing is,
Industrialists hardly care; rather give a damn for govt. officials and their policies and Babus (policy makers) are always busy in calculating black moolahs. This is the true face of Our Great Country where, only it's name is a singular thing and we're sitting helpless, unable to reform the decree.
That's it, as of now.
24 March, 2010
The rising population of India Part I
The only singular thing about our country is it's name INDIA.
The macro problems of food, work for the common Indian were addressed to with the machinations of firs and second five year plans. (Giving first importance to Agriculture and then to heavy industries). Sheltering for Indians had taken a back seat then, which is a hot cake now! Cereal production at 220 Mn Tons had established at the end of 6th Five Year Plan, but the imports of certain pulses and edible oil still continued to a huge extend, which is marginal today.
Heavy industries in spite of giving rural employment, produced iron and steel at great losses. Today we are still exporting iron ore to Japan and South Korea. And that's irony. We are not catering properly.
By the eight five year plan, we managed to have substantial production from the core sector and the problem of shelter to the common man was steadily coming down. On the export front, there were flashes in the pan and the big wigs of the corporate sector mulled their way through the bureaucracy.
Except for transit monsoon, 3 wars with Pakistan & China, common sense prevailing over this part of Asia, India slowly started emerging as a mini-power in the sub-continent. this too after 50 years of Independence. On a comparative basis, smaller nations who got Independence after us, took huge strides and today they are cut above us on numerous fronts. The only reason for this disparity is our rising population.
The macro problems of food, work for the common Indian were addressed to with the machinations of firs and second five year plans. (Giving first importance to Agriculture and then to heavy industries). Sheltering for Indians had taken a back seat then, which is a hot cake now! Cereal production at 220 Mn Tons had established at the end of 6th Five Year Plan, but the imports of certain pulses and edible oil still continued to a huge extend, which is marginal today.
Heavy industries in spite of giving rural employment, produced iron and steel at great losses. Today we are still exporting iron ore to Japan and South Korea. And that's irony. We are not catering properly.
By the eight five year plan, we managed to have substantial production from the core sector and the problem of shelter to the common man was steadily coming down. On the export front, there were flashes in the pan and the big wigs of the corporate sector mulled their way through the bureaucracy.
Except for transit monsoon, 3 wars with Pakistan & China, common sense prevailing over this part of Asia, India slowly started emerging as a mini-power in the sub-continent. this too after 50 years of Independence. On a comparative basis, smaller nations who got Independence after us, took huge strides and today they are cut above us on numerous fronts. The only reason for this disparity is our rising population.
23 March, 2010
Welcome Alok
http://www.giftyvasudeva.blogspot.com/
hello people, there's a news. Alok Vasudeva has started Blogging. Beware.
Welcome Alok Vasudeva, heartily welcome you on board.
Wish you journey over bloggerville. Enjoy.
hello people, there's a news. Alok Vasudeva has started Blogging. Beware.
Welcome Alok Vasudeva, heartily welcome you on board.
Wish you journey over bloggerville. Enjoy.
22 March, 2010
Notes Adda
http://www.notesadda.co.cc/
People, our own Chetan has created a wonderfull website for knowledge sharing. A feat achieved. Use it to the maximum.
People, our own Chetan has created a wonderfull website for knowledge sharing. A feat achieved. Use it to the maximum.
Notes Adda
http://www.notesadda.co.cc/
People, our own Chetan has created a wonderfull website for knowledge sharing. A feat achieved. Use it to the maximum.
People, our own Chetan has created a wonderfull website for knowledge sharing. A feat achieved. Use it to the maximum.
It’s the classic condition of “Now What?”
It seems, my very raison d’être was very much true to the worldly wisdom before entering the straits of ISB&M, Nande. But now, I seem to be lost.
I can describe my self as another ordinary mortal, existing just for the sake of it. This ordinary gives the world its mere existence while some extraordinary might give it, its value. And that’s worthiness of being existent. I’ve lost total control of my being holier-than-thou; simply I can’t be ever again, what I used to be. And, I’m prodigiously lamenting for it.
I’m clear in my thoughts, would be a highly wrong saying at this point of time. Had it been the time of my leaving home back in June last year, prima facie I was pristine clear about my modus Vivendi.
And now, I’m stuck with this stark question “Now What”?
And still, at some ghostly hour, I manage to write this one just to resemble and restructure myself,
Time is the school, in which we learn,
Time is fire, in which we burn.
But time isn’t a frame, where we can shield our selves.
But yeah, time is definitely a mask, we can hide.
and I cry in hues of secret alphabets. I need more, be benevolent.
Let time make me camouflage myself and heal me. Because, the antiquity of time is the youth of the world. Some eerie thought process in me says, “I do believe, but can’t act”.
I’m paralyzed, I’m haunted. Heal me.
P.S.
I pray,
He who binds to himself a joy…
Amen.
I can describe my self as another ordinary mortal, existing just for the sake of it. This ordinary gives the world its mere existence while some extraordinary might give it, its value. And that’s worthiness of being existent. I’ve lost total control of my being holier-than-thou; simply I can’t be ever again, what I used to be. And, I’m prodigiously lamenting for it.
I’m clear in my thoughts, would be a highly wrong saying at this point of time. Had it been the time of my leaving home back in June last year, prima facie I was pristine clear about my modus Vivendi.
And now, I’m stuck with this stark question “Now What”?
And still, at some ghostly hour, I manage to write this one just to resemble and restructure myself,
Time is the school, in which we learn,
Time is fire, in which we burn.
But time isn’t a frame, where we can shield our selves.
But yeah, time is definitely a mask, we can hide.
and I cry in hues of secret alphabets. I need more, be benevolent.
Let time make me camouflage myself and heal me. Because, the antiquity of time is the youth of the world. Some eerie thought process in me says, “I do believe, but can’t act”.
I’m paralyzed, I’m haunted. Heal me.
P.S.
I pray,
He who binds to himself a joy…
Amen.
21 March, 2010
Clueless
Day's are passing, jittery mind and wrecking neck. Mind's not working, thoughts are jammed. Really don't know, what to do, where to go. It seems, raison d'être levy no weight in my life. Rather, it seems, nothing just exist in my life. I feel like' I've become a free wonderer who haunts from place to place where ever refuge he manages. Mind's totally blank, I swear. I'm feared off. I've become timid now. Help me people. I really don't want to waste my time like this.
P.S. - Today, March 21, 2010, was galloping my lunch in the mess with Sumit Mehta. And he just threw bits and nibbles of harsh words to me. Showed the agony I'm passing through. Asked me to wake up.
And I'm still, finding the answer. With a hope, to tell you a nice good story someday.
Adieu till now
P.S. - Today, March 21, 2010, was galloping my lunch in the mess with Sumit Mehta. And he just threw bits and nibbles of harsh words to me. Showed the agony I'm passing through. Asked me to wake up.
And I'm still, finding the answer. With a hope, to tell you a nice good story someday.
Adieu till now
12 March, 2010
Omkar envisages
Hello Friends,
there's a good news. My friend Omkar aka Omi has started blogging. I welcome him with warm wishes.
His Blog url is: www.omwrites.wordpress.com
Do go to it.
there's a good news. My friend Omkar aka Omi has started blogging. I welcome him with warm wishes.
His Blog url is: www.omwrites.wordpress.com
Do go to it.
Regarding Below Mentioned Post
Hello Friends,
on March 6, 2010 we had Head, Marketing from Global E-Procure in our college for Workshop. He taught us well on e-marketing and technical terminologies and the likes. In the end, he divided the whole class in 8 groups and gave an individual topic to each.
My group had the topic: Marketing Strategy for a new upcoming Marketing Agency.
So I and the group framed, did something what you can see in the below post. We actually designed a poster and posted it online. Sir was really happy seeing our presentation.
That's all for now.
on March 6, 2010 we had Head, Marketing from Global E-Procure in our college for Workshop. He taught us well on e-marketing and technical terminologies and the likes. In the end, he divided the whole class in 8 groups and gave an individual topic to each.
My group had the topic: Marketing Strategy for a new upcoming Marketing Agency.
So I and the group framed, did something what you can see in the below post. We actually designed a poster and posted it online. Sir was really happy seeing our presentation.
That's all for now.
06 March, 2010
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06 February, 2010
I Seek Awakening
I seek awakening
I seek enlightenment,
detachment and serenity.
I believe,
an unexamined life is not worth living.
The human mind,
if it accepts the idea of equality,
almost invariably loses the idea of liberty.
If it maintains the idea of liberty,
it loses the conception of equality.
- Fyodor Dostoevesky
I seek enlightenment,
detachment and serenity.
I believe,
an unexamined life is not worth living.
The human mind,
if it accepts the idea of equality,
almost invariably loses the idea of liberty.
If it maintains the idea of liberty,
it loses the conception of equality.
- Fyodor Dostoevesky
I Seek Awakening
Today, after a long time I got a spree time to read. Today's world has so changed that one can find a piece of newspaper not in library shelf but in waste.
Some beautiful lines, I'm quoting from today's Business Standard.
I Seek Awakening,
I Seek Enlightenment,
detachment and serenity.
I do believe
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