(This blog post is not intended to hurt sentiments of any caste, person or community. It is purely based on an individual thinking. We, the citizens of India are living in a democracy and that Democracy endows us with Right of Expression and Speech under Article 19. This article is not aimed at disturbing security of the State, public order, decency and morality, defamation, incitement to an offence, and sovereignty and integrity of India.)
Here again we witness the upsurge from Gurjars. Reservation is the issue burning whole country right from 1950 when our Constitution took its first breath. Who would have thought that initiatives taken to look into grievances of lower caste people and giving them unfair advantage to uplift their social status will one day mould into habit of creeping along with crutches of reservations.
Those faces squatted on rail tracks display an utter sense of satisfaction and in their eyes, floundering is dream of a better life and a guaranteed job. Colonel Kirodi Singh Baisla is leading the front and tactfully swayed the crowd to join the “un-named” movement. Most of the youth don’t know why they are into this movement. All they know is that if government accepts this demand, their life will be become a fairy tale. This shows how can an uneducated crowd can be turned up in massive number. They trust Mr. Baisla and he has assumed a role of self proclaimed God amongst the community. He orders and people blindly follow. If we turn to J&K where Gurjars account for 20% of the total population in state, reservation is neither demanded nor given. Then is there something special with Gurjars in Rajasthan. As per official records and wiki says Gurjars are basically people known to excel in agricultural, pastoral and nomadic activities from long back to their origin in 6 th century. Then why is there an urgence of demanding straight 5% reservation. This is not a war whose decisions are to be made at the stake of anyone's life. Situation was created right in 2008 when violent protests were made. On one side you are demanding reservation owing to backwardness due to lack of education and prevelance and inclination of mass towards agriculture and at the same time they want RAS or RPS to be some of them, who did nothing but herded catlle his whole life. Giving 1% reservation at the moment is just the only way to handle the bipartite situation from getting worse. Official census, if done, as per orders by Honourable Supreme Court, will clear the mist. They are demanding 5% reservation and I am pretty sure that they won't comprise more than 10% of the total population. So are they like asking for the jobs of new born or for the one on death bed. There has to be some mathematical logic about this 5 figure or is it just decided in wantonness. Seems like they all are a group of agitated child, who is sitting out in open after showing fury and crying and weeping on the floor asking for a doll named reservation. This has directly affected our industries and tourism. Industries are suffering setback of crores/day due to unavailability of goods on time by trains. Royal Rajasthan on wheels got full booking after a real long time but the insurgence soured the plans of merrymaking organizers.
Hesitation shown by Mr. Sachin Pilot, (MoS for Comm and Tech. ), upon recursive call by Mr. Baisla to join the same community delegation for talk, is fair enough to illegitimatize their demands. As an educated person and a responsible citizen, he knows what is right and instead of going with the flow. He is neither opposing the demand nor he is supporting them.
If this reservation accepted we will have 68% reservation in Rajasthan. But for no matter what happens, Sun will rise everyday.
Thought to cry on another defeat but no surety that it will not repeat. Survival is hard and no free entry it repeats and hence we call it History. Futile is the word for time passed nothing gained but badly surpassed. Reason of such fate might be a curse things I want from heart never purse. Hope keeps me alive sometimes I Call it a poem as it rhymes. Became a puppet of destiny Trend may continue and potray irony.
There are times when we trace the skyline and say “why me?” Life seems an accident and you feel like nothing can go right with you and all you can do is go with the flow. Although bad things do happen to everyone but in sequential mode, they seem like a planned conspiracy.
A weird day it was. As usual I woke up early owing to my incomplete course of the great Nano Materials exam. Did I forget to mention about my ongoing End –Term exams in college.
So saga starts at 3:00am. Alarm was roaring near to my ear and thanks to my touch screen when I took it in my hand it was snoozed and I got a margin to sleep. Then it was crying again after 10 minutes or so and finally met its fate on ground. Yes it was lying there on floor urging me for a fast reassembling of its pieces. So I have to keep aside my residual naps and heavy eyelids and with my eyes wide open I started the assembling process. After struggling for 5 minutes, I was able to put things back into place and it was time to return to nano notes. Did I again forget to mention that last night I started my end term course at 8:00pm? I just had a glance of what are the topics or better to say “hawa li thi bas” and ahead was course of 20 pages, calling me to cram. So I thought of paying attention to them and started studying seriously.
Meanwhile I realised that there were some topics which were to be done from wiki and I rushed for my laptop. A cold sweat drenched me, battery and charger were missing. Then I had a quick flashback when mum took the charger and battery as my bro was playing some stupid games. He was supposed to study for his half-yearly exam. They must be locked in some almirah and I allowed the process voluntarily on account that I have to study only by notes and hence don’t need any lappy. My over sacrifice for my bro proved a fish-bone in my neck. I had no time to waste so I composed myself by saying “first complete your notes”. And as we comfort ourselves we generally keep on increasing angle from 90 degree position to 180 degree. And at 5 I was asleep. And found myself being ruffled by mom at 6:15.
Then it was 7:50 when I thought I should start dressing up. And it was 8:01 and I was standing there near my activa kicking it to compensate for wintery illness. Then I met Rashmi in parking at 8:06 so now we were like damn! we are gone. And then she was saying all those things from wiki which I left out and she spoke continuously from parking to LT1(brave!!). We were now near Archi dept’s entrance and no one could be seen in vicinity. Rashmi was now coughing badly due to her dry throat as we literally came running and she was speaking the whole way. She then had water and was feeling better. We entered lecture hall and RKD asked what we are here for” Exams??!!” Then he asked whether we are having our I-cards or not. I had mine but Rashmi was not having it so even I refused. We then took paper and got ourselves a place to sit. So it was 8:15 by now and I decided to shoot. I started writing and kept writing and writing for next one and half hours. It was then people started moving out of class and I was still left with one and half question to be done out of which half question I have to cook.
Jitters were all in scenario and I stroked badly on paper with worst possible writing and worst possible diagrams. Then we moved out and traced path to parking, discussing about morning events. It was then Rashmi told that we have to do any 4 out 5. I was petrified. What the hell!!! And I was hopping like a mongoose for 2 hours crying and screaming for time. So another saga ends. Then I took my activa and fled to home. JLN Marg becomes a nightmare for driving when these interceptors are hidden in some khopchas under trees. I was driving at 43Kmph and that stupid officer came waiving his hand, asking me to stop. At once I thought to run away but then like a descent citizen I stopped. My mind was computing at Ghz of frequency as on what to say to patch up. Then after having a lot of typical emotional blackmailing I was set free with warning not to do that again and I was musing “will u be there ever to see me again?”
Now I was at home and noticed water was spilled in veranda. And tracing back all the great events happened till now, I was having no plan to take any more. So cautiously I moved in that water spilled area and when I was using doormat I slipped badly and found myself on floor. Duhhh….mom was laughing and I was thinking why I am alive today. Oh God take me up!
Then after wrapping lunch I went to sleep. I needed peace badly! Then those 2 hours were peaceful, really peaceful. But who knows what was about to come. I wake upat 2:00pm and then came an aunty whom I have not seen lately. I was asked to go to a Doctor nearby on her behalf, to enter her name in patient’s list which was about to start from 2:30pm.
I was not fully done with my sleep and found myself at doctor’s place. I asked the person who was in charge to look after these things to write aunt’s name and assign a number to her. And then he said that doctor won’t see patients today as he is out of station. That cursed tag I was carrying followed me till here. Anyways I got back to home and vomited the great news. Aunty said that she has already talked to doctor, he is here only. So mom said that once Akshat is here, he will go. He came back from school at around 3pm and was sent to doctor’s place. He came with a number 16 assigned to aunty. I was stunned and stoned and typical movie types surprise tone was ringing in my ears. I was so embarrassed in front of aunty and then I grabbed Akshat and asked him the description of guy at counter and the guy was same. Now I was having thoughts of like what to do. Bang my head on table, jump off the terrace or take something like insecticide or what! Enough is enough!
It was 4pm now so it was tea-time and I was allowed to do the honours to prepare a tea. And since nothing can go right, tea was curdled. Duh! I was so much irritated and frustrated now so mom served me tea. I just took the cup in my hands and I don’t know why first ever in 5-6 years I broke a cup. L That was now crossing limits and the frustration was growing even more.
And the best of all came when my internet went bad. DNS didn’t respond and this was happening every 15 minutes. At last the only thing I did was cleaned my bed, took my blanket and switched off the lights. I have to wait for clock to strike 12.
IPL and Lalit Modi are synonyms. He belongs to a family of kings and his lifestyle depicts the same, his charter plane costs 3 lacs per hour!! IPL was looked as great money making business in India. All those who want to dispose off their black money jumped into the bid sequence and got a team for themselves. Bollywood stars were never so mad about game called cricket unless IPL came into picture and cricket became their favorite game. Now they know every technical whereabouts of game. Is it their game love or money investing process that is strengthening the bond between Sports and Bollywood .Not to mention about other types of love we witnessed in past. Please, no rumors!
IPL is not just a fast 20-20 game but also fast in minting money. BCCI managed to enter this pool after getting so called “inspiration” from Football Leagues we have. Oh no, and weput alligations on bollywood to copy Hollywood movies. First season held back in 2008 where players were auctioned for teams. Then in 2009 they moved their paraphernalia to SA owing to security of players. Then we had 2010 session which just revealed the scenes behind curtains. Bids for new teams tagged as Pune and Cochi for 2011 season, fell prey to controversies. Multiple resignations and enquiries were setup and whole world witnessed a dark black picture of our political setup. IPL confronted some of biggest deals made in the history of India involving deals with Sony Entertainment, DLF Group, YouTube, Kingfisher and few more. No doubts it backed India to leave a footprint and to become the world’s first host to IPL gamesfor coming 10 years. But the position of Indian team came down exponentially as an outcome. Differences between players (Harbhajan and Shreesanth) came out publically and told everyone that now they are more loyal to their franchises than anything else. Team suffered a great setback in coming series pointing back to tiredness, lack of coordination and addiction to late night parties. Many players lost their earlier forms. But then who cares, Show me the money!!
Common wealth games are just round the corner and list of players withdrawing is growing day by day. Players are citing reasons as security and pollution. Has been these games in any of US cities players would not have done the same.
India has always been under an impression of undeveloped, backward and poor country and it don’t have that infrastructure to host such a grand saga.
And on the other hand is our Indian government which is trying to pull out money from every possible field and rendering them short of resources for coming time. No matter that India is the fastest growing economy in the world but we still are not ready to let flow rivers of money on such games and look away from all the bigger issues in our country for which our budget is meager meal. We always lament about insufficient monetary funds for various areas. Definitely these games are looked upon as an entry ticket to global entertainment business but the long lasting repercussions of spending money are to bear by Indian citizens. Tourism is going to boom, no doubt but then we cannot rely completely on tourism to compensate for this event.
And top of all are news floating around for which we all hail India is corruption. Recent news reflect the big frauds been done in purchase of equipments and many more. DDA is hiding face when asked about the delay in construction flats for CWG officials. Whom not to blame, whole pond is muddy! On one side we are giving excuses and trying to show that we are so poor and we are trying our best to use them efficiently. Everybody knows which efficiency we are talking about. Corruption has not only dismantled India's image on world's map but can become a black dote on CWG’s history as well. We are hosting most expensive common wealth games you know and in this dismal state how can one rely on the transparency of further conduction of games and results. Top level athletes will never want themselves to be a victim to corrupted Indian machinery. Nobody wants to spill water on their past glorious records and leading them nowhere. This might be a big reason for their lacking interests. This is just a start, we still have 59 days to go for CWG’10, hope to get more stuff to babble about. It’s India!!!
Luxury...as soon as the word is spelt, some coziness boils in mind. A million dollar car, an acre area bungalow, lots of farmhouses and lots of crease free currency to sleep on. Is this the definition of luxury? Then yes you are definitely right...but when you look for this word in dictionary you will realize how money minded and blind you are. Yes, luxury is not necessity. In fact it is all about what is unnecessary in your life yet it seems alluring...surprised??Is it I am talking about the things u keep running for whole your life then u must say that your life is futile...I won’t disagree to that...but then question still remains is it the luxury for which we keep on striving for our whole life?
Yes there is no harm in striving for luxury but what is your definition for luxury makes a difference. Infarct luxury is a widespread term as religion. More views than people!
A cycle may be luxury for one while a BMW may be necessity for another. Jute bag might be a luxury while even Gucci won’t satisfy other. Human psychology and its variations is the biggest mystery after the origin of universe and on the top of all luxury is a relative term and relativity is never absolute!
So today there are many brands that hit markets and are luxury oriented. To be precise they sell luxury. Luxury can be anything may be a service or a hard human substance. And believe me this market is growing exponentially. Even the middle class don’t want to lag behind elite class and the difference lies in the lifestyle they lead. Everyone is capable to buy luxury for themselves but story is all about how to maintain it. Suppose you have enough bank balance to buy a Mercedes Benz (don’t get lost in your fairy tales, discussion is serious). You just go and buy one….now the saga begins…It’s not a small NANO car so could be parked anywhere…you definitely need an ample parking space…then coming to its accessories, they must match with the prize of car and what about service cost…maintaining a driver for cleaning and driving purposes isn’t an easy affair and when you want to look for a driver for Mercedes, even the driver charge you accordingly…it’s a rat trap…cheesy enough but if slipped you will break your teeth….
So just buying alone won’t fetch you luxury. Definitely many expenses are waiting in flocks….many people don’t see those hidden culprits and end up on a sad note by surrendering property to bank as an incompetence to shoo off loans. Consequences can be scarier.
But then selling a luxury is not a cake walk. It accounts many factors ranging from whom to sell and where to sell and many more. Even economic theories are revised when it comes to luxury goods because it never follows the common trends. Marketing was never an easy job and when you market luxury stuff you need a great potential to loose someone’s pockets. You need to identify the target crowd, branding an AUDI car in an auto expo exhibition open for common people is not a wise attempt. Once you get your target crowd, then convincing them by telling features different from rest makes you one step closer. But then the person who is working in a store may or may not have relished that taste of luxury so sometimes it becomes difficult to convince others when you yourself are not fully aware of each and everything. How can you portray a Mac superior to any laptop in market unless you know all the technical specifications and never dirtied your hands with it?
Apart from these accessibility also matters. Customers need an easy terrain on the go when it comes to shop. Suppose an L’Oreal salon is on a location which is stinking badly, roads are not worth parking a car, stray animals loitering around and the entire ambience you can frame in your mind by the type mentioned here. Then no one can expect any beautiful lady to be coming out of salon and holding her nose and walking clumsily. Option is not worth the price. And hence it is well said” Diamond looks better when embedded in platinum.”
It is very rare to have such a pleasant and tickling weather accompanied by light drizzling in rajasthan, but somehow it happened that day.It was a day loaded with lectures 10 to 1 and 2 to 5 drawing class.Finally we (B batch ppl) came out after attending a pathetic class of physics….and colours of weather made it worst to even concentrate in front.But somehow we tolerated …….
After coming out of lecture halls we were planning to do something in coordination with weather, but numbers of views were more than no. of ppl. ……finally it was settledthat we will go and eat something spicy and chole kulche at dean’s gate was the apt stuff .So we headed for our journey to deans gate,measuring the length of mnit campus .I must confess one thing here that our college is not so bad as far as scenic beauty is concerned ,the winds all swaying the giant trees and the sound of leaves moving back and forth harmonic with wind can be heard distinctly.We finally reached the vendor and placed the order,the mouth watering smell was making it hard to resist.
we took our meagre meal and headed towards our drawing class on first floor of mechanical department.I was reluctant to attend the class but attendance factor forced me.Now I was standing outside the class.Teacher yet couldn’t be seen in vicinity,so we planned to have a view of top floor of mechanical dept.We hastily moved to the terrace and we could hear the violent fluttering sound made by wind mill.This contributed to create a perfect movie atmosphere.We three(me,aanchal and drishti) were fascinted by the temper of wind.winds were so strong that they could move me when I was standing still.I lifted my hands to shoulder level and felt the wind touching and going past me. We all were flying birds there at roof top and forgot about the class.Then we started with the photography session.By now light drizzling was converted to heavy raining so we hurried to the class .
As we entered ,whole class was ready to start with the new sheet and what I can say was “what the heck”.Then unwillingly I took out my drafter and rest of weapons and side by side roll calling was going on…….suddenly I was fascinated by an idea.I asked drishti to come with me to get water in my bottle.She grimaced ,after realising what I meant.Than we with our innocent faces went to sir and asked him whether we can go to drink water…i didn’t want to take any chance of refusal so I started dazzling him…..finally we escaped from that horrible class.But she reminded me of going back to class ,I agreed to her without letting her know what was going in my evil mind.
So now instead of getting water from the water cooler next to the stairs ,I made her to have a trip to computer dept to have water.I was taking the advantage of her unfamiliarness with mnit corridors and we made our journey through the longest possible way from civil dept to computer dept. I had even more plans but smelling drishti’s will to return, I traced back with a heavy heart.My god knows the kind of ideas which were coming to my mind to cancel the class…..o god plz his (our teacher) girlfriend should call him to have a outing….may he could get a call from his friends to have a trip to nahargarh…….blah blah…..
When we were close to civil dept., we could see some of our batchmates with their paraphernalia …..i felt like million dollars….he left our class…..then we could see him coming and we suddenly turned back and then he said”so what you two ate at canteen?”
I couldn’t stop laughing but then I replied “sir we were feeling hungry.We couldn’t have meal today in the noon coz we were late after the lecture and we couldn’t manage to reach the hostel.”
He was impressed by my spontaineity .Finally he said”your things are upstairs.Go and get them”
Then I said with my so called innocent face”thank you sir”
He was blushed.
Now we were planning what to do.And I popped out with the idea of sitting at canteen.We three went to canteen and sat outside .The wind was still blowing at the same pace and atif’s voice added to the atmosphere.I felt like giving a second thought on what I said to sir, so we ordered one dosa and one idli.By the time we finished our second meal, rains were harsh and we had to step into the canteen.
We occupied the last corner of canteen and it was quite suffocating there.But then I realised something.After having a look on what the person sitting next to us is doing,at first I was surprised but then I asked aanchal to lower the volume of music coz that person was studying .
It was only 22 days left before the IIT JEE 09.But I was feeling reluctant to go home; I dunno why it was so? Was it due to weather or something related to canteen….whatever it was but I decided to stay back there.Finally drishti and aanchal planned to go to Saras outside our campus and I thought like all my dreams shattered. Now even I have to leave for home coz there was no point in sitting at canteen alone.So heavily I moved towards the parking with them.
The whole path I was playing with a kind of imli structure coming from the tree outside canteen.It served as a football,I was constantly praying that plz do something that I can come back again at canteen and sit there .So finally I reached parking still praying to come back.Luckily at parking I could find some of my day scholar friends and I indulged myself in a chit chat.After 15 min or so I saw aanchal and drishti coming from main gate.I was elated.They came to me and said that we can go to saras in our campus and sit there.But I was rather interested in canteen ,the reason behind is still unknown to me.So in this course we decided to wait for some more hosteler friends to join us. We sat on benches in front of first right turn from main parking.I was in mood of doing some mischief.Then I looked at the iron fence and went near. Peeping through the fence I could see a tree bearing mauve cloured flowers and I was mad.
I decided to jump over the fence and get one for me.This idea sound perfect but I have to ensure that no guard is keeping an eye on me. That fence was hard to cross and injurious too.But finally I managed to jump inside the ground and rushed for the flower .I got the whole bunch to satisfy myself.Then I started looking for the plans to move out through the same place from where I climbed in.But this was unexpected.The area from where I climbed in was elevated in comparision to the area inside the ground.Now I was feeling goose bumps on how to climb a fence which is now almost of size as mine.I was wearing stilletos that day and they added to my misery.I wanted to get out of that desert before any one could spot me there coz I could see honourable ‘DIRECTOR OF MNIT’ standing on entrance of their quarter.I was shivering by this time coz the way I was trying to climb the fence was giving an image of miscreant .Then I threw my stilettos on the ground beyond fence and started climbing barefooted.As I kept my step on that fence ,a sliver penetrated deep into my leg thumb.There was no time to cry out aloud and then I won the battle.I landed on ground and was relieved.I got a nice scolding from aanchal and drishti for my so called adventure.I was constantly cramming the name of canteen.But then my cell phone rang.
My friend ankita was on other side .It was a long time to hear from her but I didn’t want to attend the call at that point of time..but suddenly I saw something coming from the road infront of the bench I asked ankita to hold for two minutes.Now I changed my plan to go to canteen and said them good bye.They seemed to be startled on this peculiar behaviour of mine coz I was constantly arguing to move to canteen and now when they agreed, I was going home.But I managed to satisfy them by giving a quick look at watch and realising them that there is no use to go canteen coz I have to go home.As officially my college was till 5 and its 6 by now. I have to be at home.Then I presumed talking to ankita but still I have got many things in my mind.I was paying least attention to what she was saying.I was busy sensing my vicinity which now became very lively coz of something special.
Then I slowed down myself to get a long time span.Inspite of all this I could not achieve anything significant but I can note something very clearly.I am very observant. This made me successful and my desire was fulfilled.God do hear to me. :)Then I was at my activa.I have concluded my chat with ankita.Rain has grown severe so it was time to hurry.But first I performed my masakalli steps at the parking, all elated and mad.Rain drive me mad and so do dancing in rain.The height of happiness that day I felt, was above all .I felt myself so close to nature and I was like a free bird,singing,chirping and flying.Then I realised that I have got a home.So I have to reach there.I turned on my activa and fled to my place…….at 70Kmph……
