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Friday, July 30, 2010

THE INDIAN WAY

Thank you guys for the wonder ful response on my previous post. I observed that there are many students in Mumbai who are dissapointed about the interference of caste system in the education sector.

The system in India is so old that this reservation has filled mostof the government offices with the reseved categories. Now thats what we call a developed nation. Equality rules!!!. After all, it is the most significant principle of democracy!!!!!!!.

One of my friend gave us a treat yesterday,,guess the reason?

no,,it wasnt her birthday....she was very happy because she no more belongs to the open category.!

when her dad conducted a research on their family history, he was surprised to know that they belong to one of the backward castes in the country that is approved in the reservation category.

My friend is very happy because she has got the most valued document in the country..........THE CASTE CERTIFICATE.

This made me envy of her . She can secure a seat in a good reputed college in mumbai .The open caste fellows will have to wait in the queue fo some more time.......BETTER LUCK GUYS....

Heres a joke that clearly depicts the stand of India compared to other nations:

Prime minister: We are sending Indians to moon next year .

Obama: Wow!!!how many???

Prime Minister: 100

35- OBC (other backward castes)

25- scheduled castes

20 -scheduled tribes

10- sports person

4 - jammu kashmir migrants

10- physically handicapped

and if possible.. ......1 astronaut

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

POSITIVE DISCRIMINATION


Disclaimer: this post does not intend to hurt any person's sentiments . Its just an individual 's viewpoint and please be free to express yours by rating it at the end of the post

Venue:an engineering admission centre

student 1: how much did you score in the entrance exam?
student 2: 100
student1:that's very less. you will have to struggle for the admissions!!
student 2 : yeah..what about u?
student 1: 78/200
student 2: then your condition is more worse
student 1: I need not worry,,I am in the reserved category!!!! fellows like you from the open category are gonna terrorised..ha ah ha ha...




This is a true conversation that took place recently between two engineering aspirants. this is what is happening in our country.We claim that caste discrimination is completely abolished from India. But it isn't. Employment, education, and many other sectors are still under the influence of this social evil. Only difference is that in ancient India, it was the backward castes who were oppressed , whereas in the modern Indian society, the open category..(higher castes) are the ones suffering.

I am not at all against the reservation system..but against the type of reservation. we are almost into the 64th year of independence, and is it still necessary to provide reservation on caste basis?? Most of the backward castes are now developed and their standard of living is not poor as before. If any reservation is to be provided , then why not on the basis of annual income of the family?
The caste system in ancient India was a dreadful disaster. The backward castes were deprived of every opportunities. Maybe that's the reason why Dr. Ambedkar formulated a constitution where the scheduled castes and tribes were given prior importance.But the prime reason behind it was to bridge the gap between the low caste poor men an the rich higher castes.
If we consider the life standard of the so called low castes now, then its much improved. The ones that are still suffering belong to the below poverty level families. They can be considered by reserving them according to the family income..
due to this present system of reservation,,many deserving students are deprived of a chance of studying in good colleges since their seats are allotted to the reserved categories.

guys,if you belong to a reserved category , then you might feel awkward reading this article.
But dont u think this is discrimination ?? Should we allow this to underestimate the calibre and merit of the students??? Isn't it high time that the system change???

The students have to pay high donations to secure a seat in a professional course like MBBS or ENGINEERING,,then whats their mistake if they become corrupt officers in the future??
GUYS.....its high time our country wake up....the youth of our country should learn from the example of vicky and vivek who denied a seat under reservation in the most prestigious college in the country---IIT.( click here to know more.)
so what you think??? What can we do ??
if you think this is a thought provoking question,, the do answer the poll to the right of this page..........

ABSOLUTELY, Not me!!!!!!!!!

The bell rang. As usual every students rushed out of the class as if they were just released from the concentration camp. She was busy searching for something in the pink jute bag that clinged to her left arm.
"archuu, what are you searching??"
"Ah! I found it, guys, see my new cell phone," .It was kept sandwiched between her textbooks.
" my uncle brought it from Dubai, my birthday gift , the latest model, its so handy and cute,,,,,,blah,,blah ,,,blah....."
She boasted about her phone as if she is is the only person with a mobile on the earth. Honestly many of us didn't like it
( think twice if you're gonna call this dislike as jealousy!)
soon, her phone blinked. she's got a new message.She struggled to manage with the unfamiliar keys on her new phone.
Hi! this is my new number, save it, do call sometimes,,--ur best friend!
Raising her eyebrows, she checked the sender and location.No idea!??. her finger ran fast on the keypad. a few seconds later , she received another message
'u don't remember me? hw can u 4get me? u were my best friend, at least thats wat i called u! :-( '
Archana was confused. That day she didn't bother to mind the gossips that we shared in the train while returning home. Her face seemed upset when she received another message from the same unknown number
'A daily thought…
A silent tear…
A Constant wish that u r near…
Words are few but thoughts r deep…
Memories of our friendship i’ll always keep!!
She hurriedly typed something in the text box, and waited for the reply. This time it went like this...'
i thought u must have recognized me.. we even met 2day morning at the railway station, u looked gr8 in your pink kurta. hope u will recognized me!'
Guys, if you stood in her shoes, wont u become restless???
The sentence above does not indicate archu's new shoe that her aunt gifted from states (that's what she said yesterday, well I had spotted the same in the chor bazaar).
Coming back, she tried with many 'who's this' text messages , only to get stupid friendship messages as reply.
Though this mystery troubled her and her new Dubai phone for many days , her best stranger friend has stopped messaging since the last two days. Now its her turn,, she has started troubling the unknown number with those stupid smses, followed with a who r u.
Archu, if you are reading this, then please do me a favour, stop sending those stupid smses.
My inbox is full, and my service provider is troubling me with those zero balance messages. And don't send me a threat mail. if you really want to do something , then recharge my mobile balance..i lost them aall because of your unknown friend!:-(

Friday, July 16, 2010

ENCOUNTERED AGAIN

Our father of nation had three monkeys...speak no evil, hear no evil and see no evil..(at least that's what I know as a proof of my school history education).Now that we have come across 60 years of independence, its the grandson of these monkeys who rules
India.
CORRUPTION

I have come across many such incidents in my life where i had to see the dreadful face of corruption,,,i had mentioned one such incident in my blog,, click here and you can read it at the expense of a click here...my previous post on corruption


Coming back ,, one of my friends recently told me about an incident where she had to solve the issue with this chay paani (that's how we mumbaikars refer to corruption as)


She had visited pandarpur recently. its a pilgrim place in Maharashtra where thousands of people gather for the Pandarpur yatra.. The devotees have to stand in long queues for more than a day to have a glimpse of lord vittal.when my buddy was explaining the difficulties the devotees have to face for the glimpse of god,, other part of my brain was sympathizing on the god who stood there for hours and hours fulfilling the wishes of his devotees. Imagine God requesting for a break from these hullabaloo....

so the story goes like this...

My friend went to pandarpur with her family comprising of senior citizens and small children.

Waiting in long queues was simply not a cakewalk for them . To save them from this distress,,Mr.corruption incarnated. A higher authority of the temple offered them the darshan of lord vittal in exchange to a bundle of greens (bundle of rupees 500 ).After an exchange of few bargains the deal was fixed.

A glimpse of god worth Rs.6500.

After a series of cross examination, the notes were handed over to the person. he went inside only to return asking for more money . He claimed that the number of notes were less and he needed more. Embarrassed , the senior males of the family handed over more money to the man who claimed himself to be the holy pandit. Even though my friend had a chance to see lord vittal,,guess what she prayed????
"SAVE INDIA FROM CORRUPTION"

Faith and religion are the most sensitive issue in India, now attacked by the giant of corruption...only one question is left unanswered....

when will India be corruption free????


Sunday, July 11, 2010

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

It’s raining heavily. Rains were my first love, perhaps that’s the reason why I would purposely lose my umbrella in the school and come home drenched. But then I had a hope that you would be standing at the doorstep waiting for me. You used grab me close to your body and wipe me with your pallu ,,for reaching for the towel could have taken some time. Even though you used to scold me, I loved the cute smile that you gave me at the end.
But mom, today I am fully wet. Water droplets are dripping from my hair, the shoes are covered with the mud, my uniform is also stained, even though I am sure you wont be there waiting for me at the hostel door, I wish I could see you .
Today as I entered my room I did not dry myself.
I just threw myself on the bed, staring at those rusty slow fan blades, unlike those at home which you kept clean.
The traces of the blades disappeared into a black circle and my thoughts slipped into the sweet memories at home, with you

Mom, do you remember the gossips we shared? The way I used to narrate my school adventures while your fingers untied the knots in my hair. The wonderful stories that you told while I would slowly slip off into my sleep. The twilight sky that I used to wonder about, lying in your lap.
Mom, thanks for the patience you showed when I asked you weird and strange doubts. I still remember the race we had in the backyard, when you tried to feed me the sour tablets I have ever tasted. I swear I had made a blueprint of my plan to teach that doctor a lesson.
Mom I still confuse between 4x6 and 3x6 in spite of the cane treatments that you gave me. I promise it wasn’t me who hid the cane behind the bushes.
It’s your birthday today. Remember I used to gift you my hand made greetings. Today when I emailed you the e card, I wished you kissed me at my forehead, like you did it then. Mom, don’t worry, I have not yet discovered the place where you gathered all the cards I gifted you. (Please change the handle of that box,, its rusted and it hurts if one tries to open it without the key).
Longing to meet you,. Wow!!! My hair is dry now!!! The rainwater has now vanished from my hair., even though it spoilt the effect of the new hair cream that I bought yesterday ;-(
I am completely dry, but I can find my cheeks wet. Not the rain, but your every single thought brings moisture to them.
Miss you.
Happy Birthday.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Flooded With hope

Disclaimer: The content published below is the letter from the view of one of the victim of 25th July 2005 floods in Mumbai. This essay won the first prize in the writing contest in our college.

We used to meet often at the bus depot no.281. You used to stand hardly a few inches away from me. Both of us felt the presence of each other. The only difference was that we never spoke.
That day it was raining heavily. It was flooded everywhere. The city almost came to a halt. It was completely paralysed. It was you with whom I was trapped at the depot. The first time I observed you. You looked simply cute. Your gentle smile, pearl white skin tone, eyes that reflected your simplicity..Everything simply made me closer to you. That rainy day thus showered me with one of the best gifts of my life,,,
Your friendship.
It was raining again when we were together that day. It was not the moisture in the air that made me sweat then. It was you words. I still remember the electrifying experience of the Goosebumps that I felt when you uttered those two simply magical words...they still echo in my ears
“Marry me”,,, you said. Thus the goddess of rain as usual gifted me with the most precious gift,,
Your love
Then on, every rain made me remember you. They simply wetened my cheeks. Rains became the luckiest thing for me on the earth. Every rain brought me a new gift
It was still raining outside the church when the priest declared us as husband and wife. I felt as if Mother Nature was shedding her tears on this happiest occasion of my life.
Many rainy seasons passed. I do remember the rains that we watched together sharing the same blanket and the same cup of coffee. But one rain that came with the dreadful viral fever for me,, I consider it more as a boon than a trouble. For I realized your significance in my life then.
The sleepless nights that you spent,, you took care of me much more than anyone could. I do remember the complaints from your colleagues about your sleeping sessions during the board meeting. It was only your care and proximity that saved me from the clutches of that disease.
It was another rainy day when god gifted me with the most beautiful and cutest gift of my life. I can see her lying peacefully in the cradle next to the bed. The time when the nurse brought her to me wrapped in a tight cotton cloth, I could hear the patter of the heavy downpour. The rain drops that fell on the leaves of the banyan next to the window, as if they were singing in joy.
Today it’s raining again. But today’s rain is having a different smell. A smell of harshness. It was never so dangerous. You are away from me. I fear about your safety. Missing you. My eyes are stationed at the door. When will the door bell ring? It’s dark outside. The dark clouds have wrapped everything. Mother earth is looking helpless. Only the silver lightning that strikes occasionally lightens up the road. But it’s empty. Hope I will see you soon there waving towards me.
Rain has never betrayed me. I know it won’t grab away the happiness that she gifted me. I doubt will the luckiest thing of my life change everything? I believe my fate is not to sober in your separation. Hope you are safe. Come home soon.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

OLD IS GOLD


madrasi writes again

Since its vacation for me, for me, these days sun rises only at 10’o clock, followed by two hours long appointment with the newspapers waiting for me at my doormat.


Today I saw a very fascinating headline in one of the regional newspapers of Mumbai.


Check into metro’


Still in my night suit with a cup of coffee, I settled down to read it.


The article was about the most discussed metro tail project taking root in Mumbai. The first phase of this project will start by next year while the third phase is planned to be started in 2021. (Exactly the Mumbai way,, after all slow but steady wins the race)


It is an expensive project linking many important cities via road. (Hope this link won’t experience the fate of the sea link!)


The news paper told me that this is going to be fantastic with many technologies being launched in the transport section of Mumbai. Automatic ticket vending machine, automatic ticket checker, and computer controlled doors (which can even count the number of people passing through it).


Guys, there number of commuters using this facility will be also controlled. Over population is not going to be allowed in this system. The trains will be equipped with automatically closing doors!!(Yes, exactly like those ones which u see in Hindi movies).


Now these are something impractical in an aka Bumbaiya life-ishtyle!! Imagine mumbaikar traveling in a train peacefully in the peak hours...that to without clinging to the door!!

And these doors get closed after a particular time in a metro train...That is u won’t be able to board a running train....now that is an unwanted piece of information for lazy bones like me.


Many western avatars had tried their luck in Mumbai... Burgers tried to defeat vada pav..Now this is aamchi Mumbai. Sincerely I prefer vada pav more than those branded burgers .

don’t u think taste buds of a mumbaikar prefer vada pav more???

Similarly metro rail can’t replace our own local train. The fun in clinging to the rusted handles , arguing for the fourth seat, pushing each other on the platform bridge, cursing the late trains during monsoon, etc etc are something just unavoidable in a Mumbai life.


Lets see how much the common people in Mumbai accepts the new avatar of rail on roads..Hope this doesn’t increase the traffic on Mumbai roads..

Q; what did a tamarind in a sack tell his friend?

A:i m feling like standing in a mumbai local train.