tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64770388446650786312024-03-19T18:41:03.895+05:30It happensAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15146815677733161055noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477038844665078631.post-33578885358009456052013-01-26T22:16:00.005+05:302013-01-26T22:16:08.523+05:30On Morality--- Part I<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Morals are the anticipated ideals people are expected to follow. In the hypothetical world of a University campus, I am often faced with the confusions, I won't use the world dilemma....It is something more like a musing of sorts, on what is it that people follow? What is it that people think of as morals?<br />
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A National College is one of the most diverse cultures one can enter into. People come from all around the nation, from different economic-social backgrounds. And most importantly with very different aspects of morality. One of the best things about being in a College like this is that one can debate about almost anything. I know a guy who discusses about which is better, Mumbai or "The rest of India"? And two guys who keep discussing if Bangalore is a better town or Lucknow. Well, these are the easy ones... And it was I who discussed about Morality.<br />
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Well, let me make myself clear that I'm not on a moral high ground or anything of the sort. I am someone who considers morality as the right to do. I am often taken away by passions and desires which might not be so moral even according to my own standards. But that is how it is. <br />
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Group type : Have never consumed alcohol in their life or any other type of intoxicant. None of them has a girlfriend or has ever been in a relationship. None of them smoke. Hands down, these are the cleanest guys in my batch.<br />
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The most obvious thing is that they consider PDA as highly immoral. Now, the reasons for that were quite far fetched as well. They rationalized it on the basis that if some people practice PDA, then a larger population in a later period of time is
gonna practice. And what is the problem if more people practice it? They
think more people will feel uncomfortable because of this. Some of them even said that it is immoral because it is illegal. (I have no idea if that is really the fact. Any one of you is most welcome to elaborate on this.) They also based legality of an aspect as the one of morality.<br />
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The interesting thing about these guys is that they consider alcohol immoral only if people fight and create ruckus after drinking, else it is moral. The matter of fact is that they really don't care about the alcohol part, they just consider the losing control part as the one that is problematic. Thus anyone who drinks and stays in his room and doesn't do anything 'out of the line', it is moral. All in all they don't have any problem with any kind of intoxicants as long as the person is not creating any problems for the other person.<br />
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Thus the health problems which alcohol and intoxicants can create is morally superior than the discomfort created by PDA. <br />
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(Morality is a subjective thing, it has its various aspects and every person has a different view on this. Do you have a different view? Type away in the space under this. )<br />
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So what can happen in the first 12 days of College??? A lot of things actually. <br />
You might be the one who never wanted to be there. You might like the hostel or might not like it. You can take a junior as a senior or worse a senior as a junior.The girl you liked in the Orientation can leave for a better one or (worse) can be committed to a senior or is just someone who doesn't likes to be in a relationship(I know this seems naive ). In the Positive Interaction sessions you can fight with your seniors, laugh at a senior, can be laughed on, cry in front of them, punch a senior, get pissed off , file an official complaint or be friendly. And you can also be objectified as a loner, a stud, a thoughtful, a thoughtless, a despo, a pervert or just someone who adds fuck in the end of every sentence. You can start to like the place, hate the place , get depressed by it or get fucking overjoyed. You might like the teachers or be like me who is typing away at 12:30 when the class is going on when my proxy has been done. <br />
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By the way ,this is what happened with the people I know.I like the place in a weird kind of way. I sometimes love it, sometimes I hate it and sometimes I don't know what I feel. I have been said that I am taking it way too seriously.But that is how I am and I don't think I can change that.<br />
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I broke down yesterday night. It has been known to happen. That is the reason I am typing away like this after only 4 hours of sleep. I hope I can live with this place, moreover I wish this place can live with me. Listening to <i><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLHfFvxdXGU" target="_blank">You and I</a> </i>with a borrowed apple headphone in the Complab has a joy of its own. I want to live with some joys of my own. That is what I expected of this place, and that is what it will give me. When you read the previous line, you might think that I am arrogant or something. But the lines of Shawshank Redemption come to my mind when I do,<br />
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15146815677733161055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477038844665078631.post-3090722576557273312012-05-20T09:39:00.000+05:302012-05-20T09:41:06.438+05:30Dropping for CLAT--- Part II (Before the Results)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">CLAT paper messed with us,I know. They asked a few seemingly Static questions , which later on turned out to be part of the "Mainstream Media" thingy they had promised. (Courtesy to CG guy <i><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Asad2723" target="_blank">Asad</a> </i>)Yes,Legal has many not so reasoning questions and they asked Austins Law (Who the fuck is he?? ) and IPC (Many don't even know its full form) .<br />
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</div><div>Anyway,it has passed. 8 days down the line the results are gonna be out. Some of us will make it to a top ranking NLU and some will opt for <a href="http://www.symlaw.ac.in/" target="_blank">Symbiosis</a> , <u><i><a href="http://www.nirmauni.ac.in/law/admissions.asp" target="_blank">Nirma </a></i></u>(Not the washing powder,it is a College) or <u><i><a href="http://www.jgls.org/jg_default.aspx?this=3" target="_blank">JGLS (The Fuckin rich guys,click on this. )</a></i></u></div><div><u><br />
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</u></div><div>I'll have to confess...I had many stages after taking my CLAT exam.. </div><div><br />
</div><div>On having a look at the paper. A question asked the "The ocean which is S shaped" </div><div><br />
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</div><div>This was the instant reaction. No one can blame me for this. They had seemingly changed the pattern. I was ready to file a PIL. For the mother of God, they even made a group to protest against it. <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/286691131425412/" target="_blank">Click here.</a> </div><div><br />
</div><div>Then I was in the bus when it hit me. I did well in the paper. Then I was like.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>This was the time when I got a call from <i><a href="https://www.facebook.com/dushyant.chiku.srivastava" target="_blank">Dushyant</a>. </i></div><div><i>"Hey,how did the paper go??"</i></div><div><i>"I did well.",I was sure about this.</i></div><div><i>"Yaar,everyone is saying that they will score above 150. How much do you think??"</i></div><div><i>"130 something",I was in shock. </i></div><div><i><br />
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</i></div><div>The SET paper had gone well. I am of the belief that I can do well in an interview. So can crack this shit. </div><div>Then for all these days I have been ignorant about CLAT. Watching movies..Playing NFS....And doing all type of crap that one can do. But the reality is closing in. </div><div><br />
</div><div>CLAT results are gonna be out. I don't know if I will make it to a top ranking NLU or not. (Or any NLU for that matter) . </div><div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">“University bans Jeans for Girls : What kind of a society do we live in ??? ”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It was the headlines of the Newspaper. Still a few days were left for CLAT and I was not interested in reading anything. And frankly it was a topic which inherently bored me. Before even starting, I knew what all it would have. The backwardness of the society, the status which girls should receive and the falling child sex ratio. All of this would have been there, waiting for me to say… I KNEW IT!!!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">It was just another headline I had read and ignored without even giving a mild thought. Then something happened.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">After the CLAT debacle, I was handed over some responsibilities. One of which was to fetch milk everyday from the nearby “Chatta”(A farm of sorts where milking is done in front of you, which makes you believe that the milk you are getting is fuckin pure. ) I have to fetch milk for a nearby house as well. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">As you can guess it is located in a nearby village. Our Doodhwaala(Milkman) is some kind of a stud. He wears a “Raybhaen” Glasses and a smile on his face. Both of his children, a girl and a boy, go to school. I couldn’t help but make the “Not Bad Obama face” when I noticed her girl, about my age, wearing Jeans. Now you can judge me as a pervert who is looking for a chick in the village. But it is a hardcore village. You can see women walking in the middle of the road with their face covered with their “Pallu” which makes you wonder “How does she know where is the way?? :\”. And when you see a girl wearing Jeans , it makes you wonder. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">If a place like this allows their girls to wear Jeans, what the hell is the problem with the University?? <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Then it was the second day of my trip to the “Chatta”. I knocked the door of the “Nearby house” to get the bucket. A girl peeped from the first floor,”Bhaiya nahi deinge,Mummy gaanv gain hain!”(Won’t give the bucket today, mom has gone out to her village.) <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I again completed the walk to the milkman. He somehow got to know that I am gonna do “Law”. He has been embarrassing me by calling me “Vakeel Baabu”. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Vakeel Baabu,bitiya ko B.A. karwaa rahein hain. Bank Clerk pass kar liya hai usne.”(Vakeel Baabu, she is gonna do B.A. She has passed Bank Clerical examination). That is something for a village. Where a working women is still a think of Social taboo,I had to congratulate him for this.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">After talking to him and eating his “Besan ke Laddoo” (His daughter had got a job, he will celebrate!!) I went home. I told my mom all about the day. I also told her that the girl did not give the bucket for milk.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Oh,I forgot to tell that. She won’t give it for two days.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">“That women doesn’t gives milk to her girls,that’s why!!”,was my moms reply.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Why??”,this time I was really interested. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Her son has gone with her, She has left her two daughters at home. She didn’t open the door,did she??”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“How did you know??” was my immediate query.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Her house is locked from outside. They would cook and eat for two days in the house. That is how I know. ”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Why??”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“She is getting married against her will.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“What?? Wouldn’t she be just 17 or something??” <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Huh…”..From this incident yesterday, I am in shock.Seriously,what kind of a society do we live in?? </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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The yellow peach like background and the black painted name reminded me of only one thing then. It was my school.The first one. It was 14 years back and I was still in Nursery then. I can remember being that underweight kid who loved the trouble of going to school everyday. I had enjoyed some great days in that place. Days that I won't come back again.</div>
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And here I was coming back to same place after so many years and trying to spot some difference. The children were (obviously)missing.Nothing much. A guard was discouraging anyone from stopping (near the booth)except the ones who had an intention to vote. A police van occupied the place where the school bus was. The exact same place. Many a guards stood there with a smile on their face and a huge gun in their hand. No kidding them.</div>
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I had a voter ID card and a booth slip in my pocket. Booth number 32 was what it said. My father had guided me distinctly,"Press the button till the beep sounded". And I was like,"Dad, I know!!".<br />
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The booth had considerable number of people out there. Many a lines were made and the polling officers were checking the card at every step. As a matter of fact I was told the location of my line by 5 men and a woman. The line was not long. Only 4-5 men were in front of me. It was 11 a.m. , so I was not surprised. Many more people will turn after 12. The interesting thing is that the line for Women was a lot longer than mine. And that is a positive thing!!<br />
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An old man was leading the line. He was frail,had grey hairs and was wearing a white dhoti which was not clean. He walked into the room. The polling officer checked his credentials.<br />
"You have already cast your vote",he said.<br />
"<i>Nahiin</i>(No)!!!", said the old man while showing his hands. "<i>Dekho syaahi nahi hai</i>(See,there is no ink)!!"<br />
"But you have signed here. Have a look. It shows your signature."<br />
"<i>Hum to angootha lagaate hain</i>(I am an illiterate)!!!"<br />
"But that is not possible.",said the polling officer.<br />
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My turn had come by then. I walked in. The polling officer checked my credentials. He looked at me suspiciously after having a look at my ID. I walked on after having a look at the old man. He was still trying to figure out a way to cast his vote. The guy marked an indelible ink on my forefinger.<br />
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I walked to the EVM. Two lines were there of buttons. I had to search for the candidate of my choice. I found it. A beep sounded as soon as I pressed it. "That was easy".<br />
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I am not gonna tell you to whom my vote went to. But the important thing is the old man didn't get to vote. He was sad. I don't know if he was a crook who had found a way to forge his card or someone else has cheated on him... I wish I knew. Because I see many people not voting just because they have nothing to worry about. They have good jobs and good money and they think that not voting is a thing to be proud of. (Believe me!! People are like this. A woman in my colony told my mom yesterday that she has left behind the 'trouble' of voting. She says this with a smile on her face. I have much more respect for that poor old man than I have for that considerably rich woman.)<br />
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I returned home with a blue ink on my finger that I unsuccessfully tried to rub off. I think it will stay.<br />
(A thing that has to change in our society is that we have to realize that the voting day is not another holiday to stay with the family. It is an important day to determine who is gonna govern the place for the next five years. You have realize the importance because your one vote matters. You may not feel so,but it does.<br />
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As always every single political party is saying that they are gonna win this election with an 'overwhelming majority'. I don't know about that. But I know one thing,<a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/Sriprakash-Jaiswals-remarks-on-possibility-of-President-rule-in-UP-spark-row/articleshow/12003132.cms" target="_blank"><span style="color: #cc0000;">"Presidents rule will come in UP if Congress doesn't wins this election"</span></a>- Sriprakash Jaiswal(Union Coal minister).I will leave you with this thought. It sounds bogus though. )<br />
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It is 11:57 AM when I start typing these words. The scheduled power cuts are from 12 AM to 3PM. And mind you I don't have a laptop. I use a Samsung Desktop PC(CRT screen) and a battery backup that is nonexistent. But still I am here. The reason is that I don't think it will happen today.<br />
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The reason is simple. Kanpur has got visitors. Mayawati <i>behen</i> is putting her<i> revered</i> foot on this land and is expected to <i>read</i> out a speech.<u><i><b> <a href="http://news-maid.com/index.php/2011/10/14/now-mayawati-statues-in-iit/" style="color: #666666;" target="_blank">The leader whose statue is set to be placed in the campus of IIT Kanpur</a></b></i></u> is not expected to talk about any tech-savvy stuff. Insulting<b><i><u> <a href="http://www.firstpost.com/politics/beni-dares-ec-says-quota-for-muslims-will-be-hiked-215400.html" style="color: #666666;" target="_blank">Congress Muslim quota stand</a></u></i></b> is expected to be the main part of it. Although she will not take it too far because she is also in the same fray. To assure the voters that she has developed the state and more importantly...The City of Kanpur will also be the focus. With the dug up roads and sloshing corruption , she has a tough task ahead.<br />
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Our dear PM is also making his presence felt here. Ironically, he is starting his election campaign from the place which was ruined due to the economic reforms which he had himself planned.(For those who don't know Kanpur was once an Industrial town but today it is just has the name of it. The textile business which was a main part of it's legacy and was ruined due to the economic reforms that came in the year 1991. ) And thus he will talk about developing the place which he himself ruined. Jokes about who has made his speech today are already making rounds . He is not expected to touch the technical issues like <i>Minority quota</i>. It will be interesting to see, if he does. The Congress party wants to cash in on his <i>clean</i> image. <br />
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Kanpur is in for a ride today. The policemen will have a damn difficult task to contain the traffic in these <i>beautifully</i> dug up road. <br />
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And if you are thinking if I am going to attend the <i>JanSabha</i> of any of these two leaders?? No is the answer. I prefer Television. <br />
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(I am waiting for the time when politicians really start discussing the issues of the people. I laughed my ass out recently ,while watching a television debate. The politician was explaining that his party has brought development to the place while siting an example of constructing <i>free</i> <i>shauchaalay(Toilets)</i> in the constituency. Is the level of thinking so low here??? )<br />
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15146815677733161055noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477038844665078631.post-45316777331078818922012-02-16T20:20:00.000+05:302012-02-16T21:46:58.529+05:30"Apna UP"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yesterday, some of the friends of my mom were at home. The usual gossip was in full flow. I was sitting downstairs, away from the chitchat trying to concentrate on my studies. <br />
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<i>Khat Khat Khat Khat.....</i><br />
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The immense noise on my house door startled me. I have two doors in my house (One for the entrance and the other for the Garage.) Both being banged at the same time. A case of moronic competence.<br />
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<i>Hamaara Neta Wowo wow..wowo wowo Jaisa ho...</i>was all I could hear.<br />
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Nothing was clear. If I had not experienced this before I would have thought that riots have broken out. Sharp cranking sounds of the metal was heard. (Drums have been banned by the Election commission so the parties are using different tricks. Use of plates with a spoon by some kids in the front row. They are disowned when the Election watchdog turns up).<br />
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I slowly moved to my gate where my mother along with her friends were already standing. Many local guys(read<i> Party workers</i>) were directing the entire crowd. On seeing the group of my mom the main women of the group approached us hurriedly.She carried a smile on her face.(I can't tell you how genuine it looked since her eyes were covered with black glasses.)She had a few kilograms of <i>mala</i> chocked around her neck and approached us with her hands folded in a <i>namaste</i>. She was Shikha Mishra(BSP Candidate). "<i>Haanthi pe </i><i>hi </i><i>vote kijiyega. Hum <b>bacchon</b> ko naukari </i><i>deinge</i>"(That was referred to me. I think. :| . I was the only one who fits the description. I was not recognized by her as a potential voter. She is not getting my vote. ) She said this in a matter of seconds. Then the whole <i>kaafila </i>moved on. <br />
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A sticker was stuck on my wall before I could object. Damn.<br />
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(This was rather dull. This form of advertisement. Radio is much more entertaining. The medium where all the political parties are throwing in their ads. "Aapka neta Ajay Kapoor Song" of Congress Party... "UP kaa aam aadmi" of BJP are some of the songs you can catch.<br />
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The ad campaign of the congress party rests on the self praising acumen combined with outright lies and the one by BJP rests on the sad state of the UP public which is also overstated. I don't know what the results will be. Everyone is so confident that they will bring in the government with a <b><i>Poorn Bahumat. </i></b>Let's see what happens.) <br />
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<a href="http://www.uttarpradeshlive.com/2012/02/maharajpur-seat-candidates-for-up.html" target="_blank">For all the Mahrajpur Seat Candidates click here.</a><br />
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<i>I want to dance in the first rain of the season</i>. They say. But it has never happened with me. I don't even go out when it does. The noise of those weary drops irritates me sometimes and sometimes makes me feel sad when others stand with a smile on their face. It makes me remember of someone. <br />
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That is the problem with love. It ruins things. It makes you feel sad about stuff that you once loved. I have come to theorize about its reason. <i>Why does it happen this way???</i><br />
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I have found the answer. And so have many others before me. It was always out there waiting to be discovered. But I was not looking at the right direction. Love is just like that unfaithful drug that is no longer available. But it was available for a long enough period to make you absolutely sick and then goes away leaving you wanting. You try everything you can but you are never the same one. Slowly and steadily you try to forget it. Your nerves start to grow numb and slowly you return to where you had started from but with a more horrible outlook.<br />
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You now don't feel happy at the end of the Maria Carey song ("We belong together") anymore.(When the girl elopes with a a guy in a car and leaves the groom dumbstruck.) You start cursing the guy in the car and you start correlating with the groom. <br />
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You no longer like hearing to "Hey Soul Sister". It makes you sad. You star the unusual obsession with "The Numb".."Crawling" and other Rock Crap. That is the changes love leaves. When it happens you are forever left with it's tracks in your life.<br />
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<i>By leaving me you were able to leave with your presence but you were not able to remove your absence.</i><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15146815677733161055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477038844665078631.post-68688087666681108832012-02-10T23:43:00.001+05:302012-02-14T00:00:48.472+05:30Rediscovery of love#6 : What is love??<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Love is the most exhilarating feeling you can ever have. It's not just the mutual caring for each other. But is much more than that. It is the time when you realize that your coming late to school is not just another thing that can happen everyday. You are met with a gaze and a smile when you do so. A gaze staring at the watch to show that you are late and a smile happy that you are there.<br />
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It is the time when you are given the extra lunch if you have carelessly forgotten to keep the Lunch box in your bag pack. You are scolded for being so careless and are you also meet a smiling face that says you are a "buddhu!!". And you smile back at that.And you like it.<br />
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It is the time when you can be found smiling anytime by your parents / friends / brother etc. On being found you come up with a lame excuse,"A joke just crossed my mind.". But a strange look still persists on their face. But you don't mind that.<br />
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Whenever the phone bell rings you are suddenly drawn into it. A feeling of happiness passes through you which you don't allow to come on your face. You pick up the phone and slide to the most remote corner of your place even when all you have to say is "OK. Bring the book I have asked you for."<br />
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After you have hung up you realize that something else was in you mind and you should have said but you didn't when you were on the call. And then you sit down to write what you had left out. You waste half an hour writing and deleting the message and at last you manage "Love you :)".<br />
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Well that is how love is. Stupid ain't it?? :)<br />
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<div class="fb-like" data-href="http://rohnshriv.blogspot.in/2012/02/rediscovery-of-love6-what-is-love.html" data-layout="box_count" data-send="true" data-show-faces="true" data-width="450"></div><div class="fb-comments" data-href="http://rohnshriv.blogspot.in/2012/02/rediscovery-of-love6-what-is-love.html" data-num-posts="3" data-width="470"></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15146815677733161055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477038844665078631.post-41635382606168880332012-02-10T18:55:00.001+05:302012-02-11T17:28:01.148+05:30Tanhaa reh gaya hoon..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">unse mile the kai bar, <br />
unhe ji bhar k jana tha,<br />
apni mulakaton ki yadon me<br />
main tanha reh gya hu..<br />
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hum unke liye kavitaen likha krte the,<br />
un kavitaon k har kisse me ,<br />
main tanha reh gya hu...<br />
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raaste chodhne chahe the unke liye,<br />
unki raah me mudna tha,<br />
aaj unhi rahon me,<br />
main tanha reh gya hu...<br />
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lamhe kuch bitane the unke sath.<br />
baten bhi kuch krni thi,<br />
aaj unhi lamho ki baton me,<br />
main tanha reh gya hu...<br />
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kuch khushiyan deni thi unhe,,<br />
kuch unke gam bhi the batne,<br />
kbhi unki khushiyon me,<br />
kbi apne gam me,<br />
main tanha reh gya hu,<br />
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ye jaan ibadat thi unki,<br />
jindagi amant thi unki,<br />
aaj karodon ki bheed me ,<br />
main ,unki amanat tanha reh gya hu<br />
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Kabhi teri yaad mein roya bhi, jaaga bhi..<br />
Kuch shabd bhi padhe tere jo tujhe ab yaad bhi nahi..<br />
Wo baatein bhi suni jo tune kabhi thi kahi...<br />
Par jaane kis yaad pe hans diya aaj yun hi..<br />
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Baaton ke shaamiyaane sajaaye the kabhi humne..<br />
Kuch khushi ke, kuch gamon ke raag uthaaye the kabhi humne...<br />
Aaaj un baaton ko bhool chuka hun main..Par,<br />
Jaane kaise apni berukhi mein, Hans diya aaj yun hi..<br />
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Aaj teri yaad lekar baitha hun is mez par...<br />
Kabhi tere chehre ki yaad aati hai..<br />
Isiliye kuch khoobsoorat likhne ka aaj dil tha...<br />
Aaj fir apni bevkoofi par hans diyaa aaj yun hi..<br />
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But UP elections is the one that has drawn my interest.I am voting for the first time,You cannot blame me for being curious.<br />
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The elections out here are on the full fledge,as I type these words. Political parties are doing anything and everything to pull a few more votes to their favour. From distributing <i>Khichdi</i> in the Hindu festival by the same name,to celebrating <i>New Year</i> with the 'beloved' masses. From the patriotic fervour that can be seen only in the polling season on 26th January.To bringing down the status of a great Technocrat to his mere caste. Everything has happened.<br />
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It was 18 December and Rahul Gandhi was in UP.He was attending a public Rally and spoke out the following words in the course of his <i>small </i>speech. After telling the achievements of Sam Pitroda.He said and I quote,"Jaante ho Sam Pitroda Kaun hai??"(Do you know who is Sam Pitroda??)..."<i>Jaat </i>jaante ho??? Vishwakarma!!"(Do you know his caste?? He is Vishwakarma!!)<br />
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I thought that was it!! The technocrat who is working in Kerala would be left in peace to continue doing the great work that he is doing. But it came back 4 days ago(28 January 2012). Congress men were in Kanpur(UP) to release the party to release their <b>VISION2020</b> Document for UP. He was there. He spoke of his caste(Which has nothing to do with his profound genius!) with a smile on his face. After so many years he became <i>Satyanarayan Gangaram Pitroda </i>again.<br />
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I had always heard of him as a technocrat. But that day he became just an object of appeal to be milked for voting on Caste lines. Congress General Secretary Rahul Gandhi is highly credited for this formula.My respect for Rahul Gandhi has just gone down.<br />
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He has been touted for long as being the voice of the <i>Youth</i>. Wikipedia tells me that he has studied in Rollins College & Trinity College , Cambridge. And I believe it.<br />
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But I have been expecting him to show a little more maturity in relation to the era he comes from. The majority of the so called Youth that I know and have known don't really give a F### about caste. We are smart people of this smart nation who is not ready to vote either on Caste or on Communal lines. All we want is efficient and futuristic leader who is not carrying the superfluous loads of the past. Clearly Mr. Gandhi you have lost by this parameter.<br />
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I don't know how the UP elections will turn out to be. But I know one thing that I am not voting for anyone who is trying to galvanize vote-share on Caste or Communal Lines. And so are the many people who are like me.<br />
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My request to anyone who is 18 or above and is reading this blog. Do vote. It is your right!!<br />
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<i>( Bibliography: </i><br />
<i><a href="http://deshgujarat.com/2011/12/18/rahul-gandhi-introduces-this-gujarati-as-obc-mascot-in-up-rally/" target="_blank">Rahul Gandhi introduces this Gujarati as OBC mascot in UP rally</a> </i><br />
<i><a href="http://indiatoday.intoday.in/story/congress-ropes-in-sam-pitroda-for-uttar-pradesh-polls/1/170940.html" target="_blank">Congress ropes in Sam Pitroda for Uttar Pradesh polls</a> </i><br />
<i> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rahul_Gandhi" target="_blank">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rahul_Gandhi</a> )</i><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15146815677733161055noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477038844665078631.post-29739024832596798092012-01-31T23:24:00.003+05:302012-02-11T17:32:35.627+05:30Ek phool gira tha aangan mein... Aangan ko kosa kartein hain..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Ek phool gira tha aangan mein...<br />
Aangan ko kosa kartein hain..<br />
Ab gir hi pada,thaa pyaar mera..<br />
Ab us gam ko dhoyaa kartein hain..<br />
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Yaad naa aai usko meri<br />
Bas ye baat sataati hai dil ko..<br />
Itne lamhe jo saat jiye,<br />
Unko kaise bhula diya..??<br />
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Mujhko to hai tees badi..<br />
Usko khone ka dard bada ...<br />
Kyaa usko bhi,mujhko khone ka,<br />
koi dard sunaai deta hai..??<br />
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Mujhko to dukh hai un baaton kaa..<br />
Un dardon kaa,un yaadon kaa..<br />
Kya usko bhi us khaamoshi ki,<br />
koi cheekh sunai deti hai??<br />
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Ek phool gira thaa aangan mein..<br />
Aur aaj bhi..Naa jaane kyun..<br />
Aangan ko hi kosa kartein hain..<br />
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(This piece of poetry highlights the human nature of blaming trivial things for the loss.) <br />
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Doston se milna ,vo jo roz ki baat thi….<br />
Jab milte the tab khabar hi naa thi is haalat ki….<br />
Ab to milne ke bahane talaashten h…..<br />
Un dhundhli yadon ko aur taraashte h…..<br />
Fb pe “will meet u guys!!” likhna to baat h roz ki…<br />
Phir b dhundhte h samay ki taazgi…<br />
Ab college ya coaching pe life dol ri h….<br />
“select ho jaa beta!!! “ maa ye roz bol rhi h…<br />
100 msg/day ki mandi h…..<br />
Ab subah doston k “beep beep “ pe naa jane kaisi pabandi h….<br />
Koi apne gf/bf pe ..to koi apni tanhai pe kayal h…<br />
Ye ishq hi h…jispe apna har dost hi ghayal h…<br />
Ab sab dekh rhe h sapne…sapno pe ab rok kahan????<br />
Khush honge shayad tab bhi…khushiyon ka ye shok kahan???<br />
Ab baat ayi h milne ki….dekho kaun kaun ata h….<br />
“may k baad milna ab “ ye naara dekho kaun lagata h!!!<br />
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Let the drops and the new day enter with a fight...<br />
Let a new smile enter with this rain..<br />
And let these running drops take away all the pain...<br />
Let the love enter and just don't let it go...<br />
It will be a new year my friends,Lets enter it with something new...<br />
Lets enter it with a never ending smile...<br />
And a zeal of courage that can take you the extra mile...<br />
The level of dedication that has no end...<br />
And the length of perseverence that can never be bent...<br />
And all the dreams we had within our stare...<br />
This is the day to say them...Else who will ever care...?? :D<br />
(P.S:I wanted to end this with something beautiful...But couln't come up with anything...Happy New Year!!)<br />
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(Wrote this for my friends on FB.) <br />
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Aajkal neend bahut aati hai..<br />
Shaayad kisi ka khwaab dikhaa jaati hai..<br />
Par ab us khwaab mein nahin kho raha hun main..<br />
Ab kuch to badal raha hun main...<br />
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Abhi bhi oos gali se nikalta hun..<br />
Shaayad kuch chaah judi hai usse..<br />
Par ab us chaahat mein nahi kho raha hun main..<br />
Ab kuch to badal raha hun main...<br />
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Ab teri yaad to aa hi jaati hai...<br />
Kabhi mujhe bhi besudh kar jaati hai..<br />
Par ab besudhi mein bhi jaagkar,so raha hun main..<br />
Ab kuch to badal raha hun main..<br />
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Kabhi khushi bhi darwaaza khatkati hai...<br />
Teri kami bhi usmein khoob sunaati hai..<br />
Par ab us kami mein has kar ro raha hun main..<br />
Ab kuch to badal raha hun main...<br />
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Kabhi dukh bhi aa hi jaata hai..<br />
Aur kuch lamhe rosh ke suna hi jaata hai..<br />
Par ab tere kaandhein par,rone ke lamhein kho raha hun main...<br />
Ab kuch to badal raha hun main...<br />
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Kabhi tumhein bhi neend bahot aaye..<br />
Aur koi gali ki raah machal jaaye..<br />
Ya koi yaad aakar tumhein rula jaaye...<br />
To tum bhi chali aana..<br />
Aur aakar kuch badal jaana...<br />
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The first is that it is a first step..We are here at the footsteps of the huge mountain of reforms that is in front of us...This mountain may seem too huge to you,And the footstep too small...But remember it is still a footstep...!! And that has come after creating such Hue and Cry..After creating such political flutter...After so many fasts by Anna Hazare...You may be fed by news papers right now that his clout is on a steep fall...But his clout is alright...And he is the reason we have this 'weak Lokpal Bill'...Next elections in 2014 the improvement into this bill will be in the Manifesto of the Political Parties...NO Doubt...<br />
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Now the Low Turnout at MMDRA is much talked about...The low turnout in this fasting season was so due to three main reasons..."Winters are here!!!"...Yeah ,"Surprise!!Surprise!!"...Although it may be not snowing out here at Mumbai,But it is winter alright...The second reason is that this time the fast started on a normal working day...Yes...This is quite different from what has happened on the previous instances...And the third is that people think that a Lokpal is being tabled in the Parliament...The believe is if the parliament is discussing something then it is just not worth it...And that has in a lot of way helped the ruling Congress government...It has reduced the numbers and has helped the government get a fallacious believe that Anna has lost his credibility...And I have not seen many news reporters highlight this...They seemed most of the time the government way...Well the credibility of the UPA has fallen drastically...That I am sure of...It will be visible in the UP elections...NO DOUBT...<br />
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Now coming back to the passing of the bill...Walkout by BSP,SP and RJD to show there boycott for the 'Weak Lokpal Bill' was a farce...It was a well planned move...BSP and SP both cannot afford to vote for this bill...They cannot go out in UP elections and tell that they supported a bill which Anna was opposing...So they played a master move ....They '<i>protested</i>' a walkout...<i>Saanp bhi margaya aur Laathi bhi nahi tooti...</i>The bill was passed because of this...(Else government would have been quashed had they voted against the motion instead of a walkout..)...And they got a weak bill(which they obviously wanted...Without a 'CBI'...) without their getting credit for the same...Well the response of the <i>Netaji(Mulayam Singh)</i> was the most interesting...He said when asked by the reporters the reason for the walkout...First he replied,"Don't you know why we did a walkout??" ...After being pressed further he said,"I will tell you afterwards about it..."...Now that is a very lame....<br />
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And coming to RJD...I don't need to say anything on the purpose...You know how it is with Lalu Prasad Yadav Ji...Right??<br />
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And Yes...Rajya Sabha is still to pass the bill...People will debate...Amendments will come...And Govt. has to get the numbers in the Rajya Sabha...Lets see what happens... :)..And Annaji is unwell...May god give him good health and a long life...He has many more battles to fight...JAI HIND....<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15146815677733161055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477038844665078631.post-49512784484057121582011-12-23T19:22:00.000+05:302012-02-11T17:38:42.900+05:30"I went to Jail with Anna when Lokpal was to be passed.."<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Got really excited today about JailBharo...Registered on jailchalo.com..Was on the 7'th cloud about being contributing something to the andolan(Other than blogging and tweeting)...But then I got a reality check...A FB friend messaged me...<div>"Jail Bharo!! Are you serious??(He had read my status update)...",He asked me</div><div>"Ya!!"..I said</div><div>"No one will go..."</div><div>"People will go...Many are registering...Haven't you seen?? 28984 already..",I was not liking him at all till now...</div><div>"But that is out of 1.2 billion Indians..Too low man!!"</div><div>"From when all of India started using Net..?? A very small fraction does..."</div><div>"Ya..That may be True...But all who are registered will not go...!! I am right on this..."</div><div>"Ya...That is...But some will.."</div><div>"Na..The one's who have registered will not go...Actually they will blog and tweet from their homes again..Even that day.."</div><div>After that I could not reply to him...But people were ready to go to jail the last time,I am musing...</div><div><br />
</div><div>Then it struck me again...It is the crowds that does the trick...</div><div><br />
</div><div>You may be thinking "How??"...Let me explain...</div><div><br />
</div><div>Although people say,"I don't follow the crowd...I do what I think is right..."</div><div>But the reality is people do what they 'think' the crowd is not doing...They want to be different and they want to contribute to the agitation..</div><div><br />
</div><div>I replied my friend again..."The crowd will do the trick man...And besides people want to create history here...They want to say to their children and grandchildren,"I went to Jail with Anna when Lokpal was to be passed..(That will happen...Believe me...!!)"</div><div><br />
</div><div class="fb-like" data-href="http://rohnshriv.blogspot.in/2011/12/i-went-to-jail-with-anna-when-lokpal.html" data-send="true" data-width="450" data-show-faces="true"></div><div class="fb-comments" data-href="http://rohnshriv.blogspot.in/2011/12/i-went-to-jail-with-anna-when-lokpal.html" data-num-posts="3" data-width="470"></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15146815677733161055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477038844665078631.post-6066779601760366442011-12-23T02:33:00.003+05:302012-02-11T17:40:11.511+05:30Bill without any 'Will'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I was stupefied by the debate that took place in LokSabha yesterday...Saw a lot of Civics lessons (Constitutional Propriety, Supremacy of the parliament and other such stuff) being taught....And came to know why India is not winning any Oscars in Acting...<br />
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Huh...!!!! <br />
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You look a little surprised....(Are you thinking,"How is that related to LokSabha??"..Read on my friend!!)...The reason is that all the wonderful actors have been lost to our dear parliament...Few men approached the well of the house(To the speaker) and demanded the reservation for Minorities in very well rehearsed slogans...And then in a matter of few hours a news flash comes up..."Cabinet has succumbed to the demand of reservation in Lokpal"...Huh!!<br />
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Have to say that was quick...Too quick to have been done in extempore...(You know the speed of our politicians right?? They have taken 42 years to bring the Lokpal bill..I would have been my happy self if they had taken at-least 42 hours to ponder through this...But that won't happen...U.P. Elections are coming..Ahem.Ahem...Yeah you are right in thinking what you are...But I did that cause I have cold...:p )<br />
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Now they didn't talk a lot about CBI yesterday...Let me tell you why...Have a look at this list...<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_politicians_in_India_charged_with_corruption">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_politicians_in_India_charged_with_corruption</a> ...You will find an extraordinary rate of Acquittals of Ruling party...That is why CBI should come under the Lokpal(Only its Anti corruption Wing)...It will bring equality in that list(Some of ruling party and some of Non Ruling party...Same Same...And besides out Constitution guarantees "Right to equality"...So let it prevail...)<br />
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And those parliamentarians who argue that "Team Anna is dictating terms and conditions to the parliament"...Well Sweet Heart come out of illusions...They are just explaining you what is better(CBI out of Govt. clout is by commonsense better)...But the political class is just like that obstinate child who wants KismiBar even when its production has been stopped...They should come to understand that KismiBar's time is over...Ab to Bournville ka zamana hai...Give us something better than what we want...<br />
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So a prompt request to all the Great Indian Parliament...Please don't stall the parliament over petty issues...We might look foolish to you,but we are not...You cannot change our course of mind by such cheap tactics...We want a powerful anti-corruption Ombudsmen(Lokpal)...Give us that...<br />
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And I don't need to tell you what happens to obstinate children..Right??<br />
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(This blog is authors personal views...And showing insensitivity to the plight of any depressed class is not the motive of this post...)<br />
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This man's name is Arvind Kejriwal...<i>Naam to suna hi hoga</i>(You would have heard the name!!)...A Magsaysay award winner...A social activist fighting for transparency in Government ... This man was once Commissioner of IRS(Indian Revenue Services)...And these old men worked as his subsidiary officers...<br />
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They described him as a,"Naa khaata hai,Na khaane detaa hai "(Neither he eats,Nor he lets anyone eat.)(If you know what i mean!!) type of Commissioner...A person in who's cabin you cannot enter without an appointment...He was the only Commissioner who's door man was "unusually poor"...(Now that is rare!! )And a person who would direct to carry raids on businessmen without any hesitation...A person who was responsible for increasing the revenue of IRS many folds...And that is why they disliked him...He was hitting him on their stomach...And he was transferred due to the same reason...<br />
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"Wo samajhte nahi the!!"(He never understood the corrupt system...),they say...But didn't he???<br />
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He understood a hell lot better than any one of these men...<br />
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He is the <b>sole</b> reason for the whole <i>JanAndolan</i> that is going on right now....<i>Anna Hazare</i> is important,No doubt...But it is Kejriwal's leadership that has brought the movement to this status...Arvind rightly believed that for people it is much easier to follow an old,short height, frail man....who is fasting....Than to follow him...If you have been following JanLokpalAndonal(JLP) ...Then you would know that from the interviews of the various volunteers,"Arvind Ji doesn't likes late work...","Arvind Ji is a very good leader,We work under his guidance..."..<br />
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Like someone said,"It's not the face but the brain that is more important"(Sorry to disappoint the good looking one's.. :p)..It is he who is more important...He is young(43), very young by Indian Standards...He has the undoubted potential to be the Indian political face that this country is lacking(I feel that way...I have just turned 18 and i don't feel any political party deserves to voted into power...)And he has a great potential of forming a party that will go on to challenge the likes of Congress and the BJP(Although he has denied any political ambitions...But I seriously hope he has some...Our country seriously lacks an effective leader)...<br />
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Now there are people who try to malign him (I am not taking any names here..)...Saying,"He has political ambitions.."(And seriously they make it sound so wrong as if he has intentions to rape someone!!)..I mean come on...Get over yourself...Our dear Constitution gives us the right to have political aspirations....<br />
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Coming back to the JLP....Every party is trying their best to support <i>TeamAnna</i>(It makes them feel clean,for gods sake!!) in their JanLokpal Demands...People are giving out eloquent speeches...But it all settles to this,"History is being created right now...You may deny it if you want to...And I feel in this part of the history Arvind Kejriwal had an undeniably huge role...."<br />
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And i forgot the old men you may think!!...But I have them in my mind..They told me they never came into the job to be corrupt...They didn't had the will and strength to fight this...They were forced into this circle...But Arvind had that will and that is why they respect him...And that is why I like him....And I hope you like him too...He may just be the only leader one day,I can volunteer and vote for...<br />
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(This blog is authors personal views)<br />
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</div>Dropping an year for CLAT is one is of the sordid investments(Abhinav ji Jindabad!!) i have done...Its one of the few thing in my life that i will never go on to recommend to anyone(Ever!!)...By this I do not mean to say in any way that preparing for CLAT is not worth it...It surely is(That's why I am doing it..)...It's just that at 18.5 there are other things to do which are much more fun...!! If you know what I mean...<br />
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The reason is that preparing for CLAT is something that you can easily do when you are in your class 12...You don't need to drop a year to prove that you are f***ing sincere !!! But if you do...You will waste an year which could have been invested in a better way...Now Please allow me to explain my point...<br />
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The preparation consists of 4 parts...English,Reasoning(Legal & Logical),Current Affairs and Maths...<br />
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If you are in Class 12 you will finish your course as soon as you can!!(Come on!! You are thinking about the examinations that are chasing your ass...And the different papers that schools take prior to that...PrePrePrelims,PrePrelims,Prelims and then your Limbs(Boards)!!)...And you are sincere(I have to get good marks in Boards and similar crap that you are feeding yourself with..If you know what I mean...)...You will try to read TheHindu everyday...The week you miss it...You will sit on Sundays to finish the backlog...<br />
You will solve R.S.Aggarwal or M.K. Pandey for Logical...LexisNexis for Legal while in your School Bus...In any free period...Or whenever God can grace you with some time...<br />
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Lemme drop some light on what you will do if you are a dropper...You will sit back and hear to songs...You will hear to bands and Singers about whose existence you were unaware of previously...Then you will also read Novels(If you are that kind)...And sometimes after finishing one,you will realize that the author was someone you have never heard of before!!! But you will do it simply because you think it's good for your English(RC)...Then you will go on to read endless articles...You will start with TheHindu.com...Then you will slowly in a matter of weeks,find out that even other newspapers exist...So you will try them out(You have lots of time..For gods sake!!)...Then you will even start reading lengthy reports of Tehelka...After the end of each one you will find an Intriguing matter that has never been covered in any media...<br />
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You will do every book that you can solve on reasoning and every sheet you can lay your hands on...You will make a CA notebook and finish it to its very core...Thus in the end you will be prepared to give CLAT...<br />
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Both of these people will get selected in CLAT...I have very less doubt about it....<br />
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But what is the point in wasting an year...?? I don't know...<br />
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You may be thinking,"You ranting so much...Why didn't you take advice yourself...??"....Well i didn't get the chance to give CLAT when I was in class 12...I will tell you the full story if we ever meet...Will be a good one...You can bet on that!!!<br />
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And yes...Planning to meet each one of you at an NLS...Tada!!<br />
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(Any type of Ranting and verbal abuse..Death threats are allowed on this post...NO prosecution will be brought against those who do..So rant on...No moderation of comments will happen because I don't believe in "Kapilisation"...And do share your experiences...!! )<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15146815677733161055noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477038844665078631.post-32382380807621720832011-12-20T01:26:00.000+05:302012-02-11T17:42:13.409+05:30Rediscovery of love#5 :My fears...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">It was the starting of January...The cold had set into the air...But the winter was unable to take away the warmth of my life...Although the fierce frost had made its way into the long nights in which I was always up now...But it had not protruded in yet...It was still at the very verge resting on to see in amazement...Cause I was in love...Again...<br />
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It had happened...After bouts of talking over the cellphone we had decided that we already liked each other a lot...It was early winter night,that i had proposed her...Or we had proposed each other for the matter...But that for another night...I am here to discuss something else...Something more subtle... Something that is much more important....<br />
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When in love you come to know that it is a feeling which you cannot explain before it has started(Or after it has ended for that matter!!)...You come to realize that being in love is much much better than flirting with all the hot chicks everyday combined...Its just a different feeling...It makes you feel the unexplainable urge of an altogether different kind of happiness...<br />
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But when you are in love...And you are giving everything that you have and still you get cheated on...You get depressed...And in depression people do stupid things..(50% work Criminal Lawyers get is due to this phase..!!)...You may feel i am getting off the track a little...But hey!! It had happened with me once...I have dealt with it...And I was here again...In love...<br />
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But behind all the macho figure..There was a fear...A fear of being send the same path i was sent the last time...But i was confident to get through...But you know what they say,"Its not a lie,If you believe it!!"...Didn't get it??<br />
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'You will!!'<br />
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We had met at a friends birthday treat..A small restaurant was located by the first lane of the school...It was called 'Donald's'...And we had coerced the birthday boy to give the treat there,two days ago...<br />
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She was absent from school that day...And I was not expecting to see her...But there she was...And man was a surprised...!!! A smile must have spread on my face unconsciously on finding her there...Cause she had winked(her signature wink!!)at me to acknowledge my presence...<br />
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Before this I had always seen her in the '<i>Navy Blue</i>' Salwaar Suit,The School dress...I always used to tease her by calling her 'Mahila Police'...But not today...Today she was wearing a black dress with a denim capris paired with black stilettos ...<br />
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"Do i look like Mahila Police now??",Her first question after standing by my side...meanwhile the others were deciding on what to order...<br />
"Nope...You have lost the only resemblance.. "...I was smiling at my own sentence...And she was smiling at the look on my face...<br />
"Don't call me that again..Got it??"<br />
"Perfectly...Never again...By the way,Why didn't you come to school today??"<br />
"Oh...I missed out on bus today...Overslept.."<br />
"Glad you did!!"..I was smiling...<br />
"Beta,It's not our date...Lets talk amongst all!!"<br />
"Let it be...I don't mind!!"...<br />
"Hmm...Very sweet...Lets go...."..<br />
She was smiling during the entire course of the party...This might have been the least i have ever said at a treat...No jokes...No pranks...But still my face was lit up with a smile that was not ready to go....Now what can i say about it...<br />
It might just look to you that i am immature...I am too happy at the small trifles that life throws at me...But i think,"Why not be that way...Why not be someone too happy at something little...Something that can lead to an aperture of love...Which is always significant.."<br />
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In between she left for a minute...And then returned...I came to know the reason later...<br />
She handed me a tissue which said:<br />
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"This place and Date?? Are you crazy??"<br />
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Today I was sitting on the balcony of my house...Would have been around 1 or something...The sun was warm and I was not quite interested to go on with the Reasoning problems that i had promised myself to solve...<br />
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I was staring blankly at my neighbors little kid who was sitting on his door...He was crying...He had a long drawing book on his lap and was still trying to draw a piece...He looked explicitly sad..That anyone could have easily guessed...But then suddenly some noise disturbed him...A smile spilled over his face...And i was surprised by the mixture of tears with that smile...<br />
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An Airplane was passing over...A swooping sound crossed my ears...And i looked up with a smile...A few neighboring kids joined him in the pursuit ...They ran for it with there full will...As if they can follow it...The laughter on there faces was something that i couldn't explain in words..."Oye!! Oye !! Plane hai!!Plane!!" ...<br />
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It had been long since I had seen such a transformation...I suddenly came to realize how much i miss doing that...Running after the plane that i could not catch...Playing with the sand that was not mine...Jumping from the floor of that Old house in our locality...Digging up the land with a piece of some wooden plank...I just miss the senselessness...I miss the life that i so much liked...And i don't know how that is related to my blog...But i do miss my childhood...Like many of you would be doing too...<br />
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Just hope that i would be able to get enough idle time to sit again in my balcony...And again watch some lost forgotten wonder of childhood...<br />
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(But i don't think that would come true very soon...CLAT notifications are out...And i have a lot of ass to cover..)<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15146815677733161055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477038844665078631.post-45522957711079646282011-12-16T00:35:00.000+05:302012-02-11T17:44:03.676+05:30Rediscovery of love#3 ---The first spark<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"Wazzup??",She messaged me one night...<br />
"Nothing..Staring at the page of a book...",I said<br />
"Staring?? It's not FHM magazines cover that you will stare at it...:p"<br />
"Huh...How can you say?",..I was amazed...<br />
"You are not that type :p"<br />
"That's just mean.. :("<br />
"Ohk...Mr. Studious...Don't be sad now...Study...I am not stopping you...Bye.."...<br />
"This is bad...First you disturb me and when i am disturbed...Then you say "Bye"...:("<br />
"Ole..Ole..I am here..What's the matter studious boy...You have started talking with girls at night...What's the matter...?? :p"<br />
"Hawwwwwww...Chi Chi Chi...Such dirty thinking...:p"<br />
"I don't even have a dirty mind..;)"<br />
"I know...I was talking about my own faults ;)",I said...<br />
"Hey,Stop messaging that winking smiley...I am a 'Good girl' :p"<br />
"So what is the good girl doing right now??"<br />
"Just talking to a 'Good boy'..;)"<br />
"Oohk...Hmm..."..<br />
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And then it went on for a few more minutes...But the first spark was already here...It was there for me to put some paper up and catch some fire...And man was I on it!!<br />
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I want to state an unstated chronicle of human behavior here...However large may be the chances of a sad future,an optimist always hopes for the best.Beneath my hard skin of the sad and a love broke lay a blatant optimist...He was lying dormant until now.But was ready for a test of fire...The fire was about to burn him or just set him free for ever...Then as always i repeated the line of hope for myself,"Hope will come only when you will hope for it"...And i was hoping...<br />
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