Wednesday, July 12, 2006
After reading two of his books out of twenty I can say that he is one of the most revolutionary people in the Indian politics, someone who has the guts to stand against the system, say things which are often subdued for the political interest. A person who can give the right perspective about India, a person who can quote excerpts from ‘Vedas’ as comfortably as he can from ‘Quran’ or ‘The Holy Bible’ a true secularist at heart. Someone who has the guts to publish a book on the most sensitive issue of the day like reservations and can state his views so openly as
Falling Over Backwards: An essay against Reservations and against Judicial populism by Arun Shourie
How is it that what was explicitly forbidden by the constitution - classification based on caste - has become the rule? How is it that what were enabling provisions have become mandatory minima? Where does the figure 50 per cent come from? How is it that in practice it is exceeded blatantly? Are the benefits not being hogged by a few, the better-off amont these castes? Has the "creamy layer" been actually hived off? How is it that what were begun as reservations at entry became reservations in promotions also? How did this become a right to accelerated promotions? How did that become a right "accelerated promotions with consequential senority"? How did that become a right to have the prescribed standards diluted - to the point of being waived althgether? Even in educational institutions. Is this any way to become a "knowledge super-power"? As thee has been no caste-wise enumeration and tabulation since the 1931 Census, where does this mythical figure - "OBC's are 52 per cent of the population" come from? And what did the 1931 Census itself say about its caste-wise figures? How have the Courts come to acquiesce in such wholesale perversion of the Constitution? Is their role to cheer such perversion on? Or is it to conserve, to protect the Constitution?
* T he above is an excerpt of the book which is freely available on the internet
It as been a long wait for me, but tomorrow is the day when I will have a chance to be face to face with Mr. Arun Shourie, a men of guts and rational. Knowing a person who has an entry by his name in the Wikipedia (Click here to view). All this in our very own SIBM, being done by a student body of the college, That’s what we call student driven…Kudos CIT!!!! An idea which will last a lifetime.
This Time its 7/11
It is an hour past the midnight and the date has changed, I am still on internet lying flat on my bed looking thorugh the irony of life. Millions of people left there homes like everyday, telling there kids and wives that they will come back on time and how much they loved them. But 146 will never be able to make it back home, all for the 8 serial blasts in Mumbai. The TV, Radio, Sms all spreading the news like a wild fire, striking like a thunderbolt. Mobile phones are out every where people trying to reach their friends, family and relatives to know there where abouts. Ambulances, Hospital numbers, Political figures flashing everywhere but the fact would be that 146 homes would be mourning.
The beauty of life is it never stops all it ever does is to go on at its own pace, Now the date has changed and it would be a new day. Everyone would again come out of their houses in another 6 hours and move back to the life telling their kids and wife that How much they love them and that they will come early and a self confiding thought "There won't be any blasts today!!!".
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Just Another Day
Bright rays of light falling on the eyes,
A brand new day with hopes too high,
The first feet to start the day are out of the bed
My face and the sun showing spirits in Red.
The start of the day can not be better, I believe,
A good day ahead is all I can percieve,
The world today would be at my stride,
I will go on a seventh heaven ride.
During the day emotions change, with worldy brash,
Life is unfair, rude and harsh,
The little heart filled with hope slowly slumbers,
Life is long but the days are numbered.
The day is gone, The evening light is dim
Cleared away are all my morning fantacies and whim,
The realities of the world dawn on me,
Today a pawn I was Will King I ever be?
The sun is still there glowing red but my face is white,
Spent the day figuring out how to live it right,
One more day of life some memories amassed
Just Another Day has Passed, Just Another Day has Passed.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Prince, Vishesh, and Me
Prince, Vishesh and Varun
Monday, June 19, 2006
GRAFITTI
Some of the lines which have inspired me, some quotes on life, love and attitudes
- Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them you are a mile away and you have their shoes.
- The reason I talk to myself is that I am the only one whose answers I accept.
- It's not the hours you put in your work that counts, It's the work you put in hours that counts.
- I beleive in nothing short of Perfection.
- Nothing is big enough even a shout can bring on an Avalanche.
- Success is not a result of spontaneous combustion, You have to set yourself on fire.
- You live only once and if you live it right, Once is enough.
- Live your life as an Exclamation!!! not as an Explanation.
- Beleive Everything, Trust Nothing.
- Courage is what it takes to stand up & speak also courage is what it takes down to sit down & listen.
- Glamour has limited power, Power has unlimited glamour.
- Love is timeless, its memory of yesterday, the happiness of today, & the promise of tomorrow.
- If someone betrays you once, it is his fault, If he betarys you twice, It is your fault.
- Love me for a second and I will make that second life time.
If you're asking How long I will need you, the answer is forever
If you're asking When I will leave you, the answer is Never
If you're asking What I vaue, the answer is you
If you're asking If I Love You, the answer is I do.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
And The Traffic Continued...
The chilled December wind blew across her face, letting loose silver strands of hair, now flowing over her face. The tightly closed eyes and the head turned towards the shoulders and the back rested against the wall. The wrinkles on her face talked about the miseries of the years and the years of miseries. As I moved towards her, I could see her lying besides the parapet wall of a huge building. Her dirty clothes tightly wrapped around her giving an insight of her very lean, starved figure. I moved another step
forward right in front of the large palace like building, which was often referred as the pride of the city. Located across one of the busiest roads of the country, the road was filled with moving traffic at all hours of the day, and the large cars past through the road slowing down for a while to appreciate the largeness of the building and the surrounding. I stood right across the old woman and could also hear her moans of pains which were caused by the chilly winter winds or may be some ailments she was suffering with. I stood across pitying the old women. I was thinking that how inconsiderate our system and our government is, no one can take care of this old woman. Lots of thought critical about the system and trying to tell myself those things would have been different if I would have been the person in-charge. Perhaps the old woman also sensed my presence and opened her eyes, she tried to move a little, but couldn’t move and the voice from her throat was inaudible. Her eyes begged of some consideration and help, seeing me stopping by her eyes had shimmer of hope when she looked towards me. As those eyes met mine, I took a step forward and moved forwards and perhaps I saw a tear dropped from her eyes and the traffic was still moving....
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Nostalgia: Preeti & Me after 8 Years.
It was after 8 years
I was going to see her. Time is a great change agent. Has she changed a lot? Will she be the same spoilt kid, as she used to be back in year 1993? 13 years have passed since I have known her. A lot of things have changed since then, Even I have changed, Now I am more than a foot taller than I used to be then. I entered the lobby of the huge multiplex, suddenly my phone rang and she had already reached and was waiting for me. I entered the Barista, and looked for a female sitting alone, there was only one, someone in white shirt. I went ahead trying to guess if it would be Preeti, and she was. She had changed a lot but still there were streaks of resemblance, with Preeti I knew when we were in Class Vth. Sitting across her on the table after 8 long years was an amazing experience. The last time I sat beside her was perhaps in 8-9 years back, when we sat together as seat partners. Long time, the ironies of time are strange, situations occur and then reoccur in different settings leaving you puzzled, but what doesn't fades in the Nostalgia and the feeling of Deja Vuwhich leaves one question in your mind- Is it one of the days when i was in studying in class fifth?????
