“This one is dedicated to all my friends whom I miss and I still smile remembering the memories and dreams we lived. I hope they continue to bring smile on the faces of people whose life they touch and make them blessed.”
Some dreams always remain a dream. They never come true.In our childhood days we all fantasized of becoming superheroes (Ah! Come on! Almost everyone of us did that imagining ourselves wearing underwear over the pants). As we grow up, these dreams also grow with us and take different lineaments and remains in our heart at some secluded place (and obviously that underwear dream is not there) where everything is perfect. Thinking of them brings smile. Some come true and some do not. In the fast pace of life some dreams are left back and some are carried forward (“Kehne ko saath apne ek duniya chalti hai par chupke is dil me tanhayee palti hai”).
Dreams that are not shared with everyone, Dreams of making it large, Dreams of reaching the new heights in life, Dreams of making someone smile, Dreams of hugging someone very special to never let her go, Dreams of bringing down all the happiness down on her feet for just one small stupid, selfish desire…a smile on her face..... , Dreams of growing and expanding, Dreams of becoming a DREAM and many such countless dreams for which words are not enough. Some of us live our dreams and some of us try and fail but never give up because these dreams are impetus for us to forge ahead. Some come true and some do not…some new dreams are born…We try and sometimes fail and this is what life is all about….being honest in our attempts. Dreams are our umbilical cord. We all say to our hearts “Picture abhi baaki hai mere dost”.
Life is DREAMZ UNLIMITED…. :-)
Monday, December 13, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
NOSTALGIA – a reason to smile
I just finished watching the video of the closing ceremony of the first cricket tournament that was held in our hostel. We stood 3rd in the tournament (second last) and I, as a captain of the JAGUARS team, blamed it on the senior players performance (I also didn’t play well). We were little weak as a bowling unit in that tournament and I guess that hurt us. In the opening match against the PANTHERS, they were reeling at 17/4 at one stage and then Prem-RD partnership took the game away from us and in the end the total proved to be too much for us. We all know Prem is a monster when it comes to hitting the cricket ball and RD is simply fantastic. And in our last league match against the TIGERS, which eventually turned out to be a knock out for a berth in the final, we lost. I still feel we could have made to the finals. After the early wickets fell, the onus was left on Yogesh (who won the previous game for us against the LIONS. It was always a treat watching him play.) and me. I still feel the game was very much in our control at that time and we just needed to stay together at the crease. But Yogi played a nothing of a shot on Bachani’s bowling and the ball crashed on to his stumps. I told him earlier in that over to play with straight bat but he went for the cross batted stroke, much to the disappointment of JAGUARS fans. After 3 overs I also succumbed to a very good running catch from Pappu. We definitely missed the services of Prabhat who along with yogi won the previous match for us against the LIONS. He was a key player for us and missed out due to an injury.
Not to deny, we got the best of the finals ever and in the end the TIGERS proved to be better than the PANTHERS by just 2 runs. For me the turning point was the dismissal of Prem. Super cool Bachani caught a rocket in the deep to pack his bags. An unforgettable catch! Shivram, find of the tournament, almost took the game away from the TIGERS with his wild brutal hitting but DJ had different plans. DJ, captain of the TIGERS who won many matches for us in the CSE-ECE duels, once again led from the front and came to the party. He took the last wicket to calm down the nerves and the TIGERS roared.
I still feel pain for not playing in the finale. It still hurts me to think what it would have felt to play in the front of full packed ET Hostel crowd supporting their favorites. But the two best teams of the tournament played the final and they deserved it.
It is always sad to end on the loosing side….:(
Not to deny, we got the best of the finals ever and in the end the TIGERS proved to be better than the PANTHERS by just 2 runs. For me the turning point was the dismissal of Prem. Super cool Bachani caught a rocket in the deep to pack his bags. An unforgettable catch! Shivram, find of the tournament, almost took the game away from the TIGERS with his wild brutal hitting but DJ had different plans. DJ, captain of the TIGERS who won many matches for us in the CSE-ECE duels, once again led from the front and came to the party. He took the last wicket to calm down the nerves and the TIGERS roared.
I still feel pain for not playing in the finale. It still hurts me to think what it would have felt to play in the front of full packed ET Hostel crowd supporting their favorites. But the two best teams of the tournament played the final and they deserved it.
It is always sad to end on the loosing side….:(
CONFESSION ROOM
YEAR – November 2006
PLACE – ET-Hostel, Sec-6,Near Chinmaya Degree Collg., BHEL, Haridwar
Just after spending few weeks at the hostel, we went back to home for Dussehera and Diwali vacations and when we came back we were still getting acquainted with each other and the chemistry was still developing for an epoch. we, the students of flat no.45, 46 and 48 decided to have some fun on the weekend and convinced our beloved(:P) supervisor D***O(His real name was Jitendra) to allow us to carry the mess television to our rooms through backyard late in the night. We promised him to return the TV, early in the next morning but much to his dismay we were asleep and he had to come to our room after his seven to eight missed calls. We also included Pawan who lived in room no. 11 in the plan as he had the CD player then and we needed it. Next time we needed the TV, D***O refused and the onus was left on pragmatic yogesh to convince him and Voila! He agreed. But the trouble didn’t end here. Right at the climax of the movie somebody knocked at the door at 2 A:M and everyone was like ” Sssshh!! Ssshh!! Don’t shout, switch off the TV! Don’t Panic!”. With everyone in terror, Ravi opened the door and it was our NIKHIL at the door. In his usual style Nikhil first gaped and then exclaimed “Arrreeeyy TVVVV Vv!” and I thought “Is he from the village of Abhishek Bacchan(from MUMBAI SE AAYA MERA DOST)? Why such a reaction? ”.Much to our relief, he returned to his normal breath rate soon and we resumed our show with some flashback (Nobody bothered to ask him and neither did he tell why he came at that time). And no prizes for guessing, next day everyone from the ET Hostel knew that a sin was committed last night and the funniest part for me was when somebody (I don’t remember the name exactly) asked me about it and I said ” Kya baat kar raha hai? Aisa kaise yaar? Mujhe to pata bhi nahi chala.. ” but all our attempt went in vain and everyone knew that something was conspired last night.
On the next Saturday, movie JUMANJI was coming on some channel and the guys refused to submit the TV at 10 P.M (Official timing for switching off the TV) as it was a holiday next day and they wanted to watch the full movie. And then Mishra came up with a brilliant plan. Our warden (Mr. Mayank Agrawal ) was not in the hostel and we once again convinced D***O to give us the TV kept in the room of Mr.Agrawal and this time we were punctual enough to return the TV on time.
Anyways, Shruti came with the first computer of our hostel after 1st sem., which later turned into a radio (Take my tribute for that ENIAC shruti if you are reading this. I hope it is still alive) and we no longer went to D***O for the TV and we watched movies happily thereafter….. :)
PLACE – ET-Hostel, Sec-6,Near Chinmaya Degree Collg., BHEL, Haridwar
Just after spending few weeks at the hostel, we went back to home for Dussehera and Diwali vacations and when we came back we were still getting acquainted with each other and the chemistry was still developing for an epoch. we, the students of flat no.45, 46 and 48 decided to have some fun on the weekend and convinced our beloved(:P) supervisor D***O(His real name was Jitendra) to allow us to carry the mess television to our rooms through backyard late in the night. We promised him to return the TV, early in the next morning but much to his dismay we were asleep and he had to come to our room after his seven to eight missed calls. We also included Pawan who lived in room no. 11 in the plan as he had the CD player then and we needed it. Next time we needed the TV, D***O refused and the onus was left on pragmatic yogesh to convince him and Voila! He agreed. But the trouble didn’t end here. Right at the climax of the movie somebody knocked at the door at 2 A:M and everyone was like ” Sssshh!! Ssshh!! Don’t shout, switch off the TV! Don’t Panic!”. With everyone in terror, Ravi opened the door and it was our NIKHIL at the door. In his usual style Nikhil first gaped and then exclaimed “Arrreeeyy TVVVV Vv!” and I thought “Is he from the village of Abhishek Bacchan(from MUMBAI SE AAYA MERA DOST)? Why such a reaction? ”.Much to our relief, he returned to his normal breath rate soon and we resumed our show with some flashback (Nobody bothered to ask him and neither did he tell why he came at that time). And no prizes for guessing, next day everyone from the ET Hostel knew that a sin was committed last night and the funniest part for me was when somebody (I don’t remember the name exactly) asked me about it and I said ” Kya baat kar raha hai? Aisa kaise yaar? Mujhe to pata bhi nahi chala.. ” but all our attempt went in vain and everyone knew that something was conspired last night.
On the next Saturday, movie JUMANJI was coming on some channel and the guys refused to submit the TV at 10 P.M (Official timing for switching off the TV) as it was a holiday next day and they wanted to watch the full movie. And then Mishra came up with a brilliant plan. Our warden (Mr. Mayank Agrawal ) was not in the hostel and we once again convinced D***O to give us the TV kept in the room of Mr.Agrawal and this time we were punctual enough to return the TV on time.
Anyways, Shruti came with the first computer of our hostel after 1st sem., which later turned into a radio (Take my tribute for that ENIAC shruti if you are reading this. I hope it is still alive) and we no longer went to D***O for the TV and we watched movies happily thereafter….. :)
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
HONOUR KILLING-when culture kills
HONOUR KILLING-when culture kills
I normally eschew my writing temptations till something perturbs me deep inside. The news that is consistently striking the newspaper headlines from last few months are the news of honour killings. The generality of the victims were the young girls and women. Some of the brutal killings left me with goose pimples and I asked myself “Are we really living in 21st century?” Apart from the modern India where we are ushering into gender partnership there runs a parallel India on the other side where gender equality is still a distant dream and people kill their kin for the sake of (false) social cohesion. The most appalling part is the impudent and unrepentant behavior of the imbecile culprits. I was left aghast to read that majority of the culprits were the youths wearing jeans and t-shirt and not with the traditional “dhoti-kurta” attire. Brother killing his sister, Mother killing her daughter and Grandparents killing their grandchildren, damning the shared childhood memories to become the upholders of tradition. Families want girls to study to land good husbands, but clamp down hard on love marriages, which are rising anyway. These incidents are an anathema on our society and obfuscating our path of development. These incidents prove that some part of our so called society is still not ready to give equal status to girls and when they choose their own partner in defiance of norms, the overriding sentiments try to stop her at all cost. What can make you more lugubrious is the fact that the educated class is also a part of this unjustifiable heinous crime apart from the uneducated bucolic people which shows their double octane backwardness. They don’t understand the slight difference between living the life with a rich and a rich life.
One interesting question that comes to my mind is that what these people think of the “swayamvars” mentioned in the Hindu mythology which according to me was a system for choosing the groom by a girl on her own norms.
In the end, there is no honour, only shame in killing.
I normally eschew my writing temptations till something perturbs me deep inside. The news that is consistently striking the newspaper headlines from last few months are the news of honour killings. The generality of the victims were the young girls and women. Some of the brutal killings left me with goose pimples and I asked myself “Are we really living in 21st century?” Apart from the modern India where we are ushering into gender partnership there runs a parallel India on the other side where gender equality is still a distant dream and people kill their kin for the sake of (false) social cohesion. The most appalling part is the impudent and unrepentant behavior of the imbecile culprits. I was left aghast to read that majority of the culprits were the youths wearing jeans and t-shirt and not with the traditional “dhoti-kurta” attire. Brother killing his sister, Mother killing her daughter and Grandparents killing their grandchildren, damning the shared childhood memories to become the upholders of tradition. Families want girls to study to land good husbands, but clamp down hard on love marriages, which are rising anyway. These incidents are an anathema on our society and obfuscating our path of development. These incidents prove that some part of our so called society is still not ready to give equal status to girls and when they choose their own partner in defiance of norms, the overriding sentiments try to stop her at all cost. What can make you more lugubrious is the fact that the educated class is also a part of this unjustifiable heinous crime apart from the uneducated bucolic people which shows their double octane backwardness. They don’t understand the slight difference between living the life with a rich and a rich life.
One interesting question that comes to my mind is that what these people think of the “swayamvars” mentioned in the Hindu mythology which according to me was a system for choosing the groom by a girl on her own norms.
In the end, there is no honour, only shame in killing.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
DIILOGICAL
I am penning down this without much of the prior accumulation of thoughts which i normally do before writing anything.I just felt like writing and here I am.I am not concerned whether someone will like it or not bcoz this one is for me.Sometimes people are at their best when they are spontaneous.3 more days left in Haridwar and for the first time i am scared of leaving this place.Mind is going through flux of thoughts and i don't know what to do next to keep me engaged and busy after loosing my friends company.A series of bastard thoughts was perturbing my mind right now and the only escape i found was writing something....something meaningless...something that does not make any sense but keeps me away from some real silly absurd thoughts...Its very easy to get flowed out with these thoughts...I still remember the TV serial VISHWASH and the characters of that serial...and thats what a person should not surrender..his VISHWASH to the evils of KAAM,KRODH,BHAY,IRSHYA n LALACH...gosh!!!..i dnt know what i m trying to convince and to whom...may be to myself!!!...somewhere deep within impetusrahul is in need of some impetus to move him forward....I wish i was a ginnie and i could have repaired few things in my life which i have screwed up and have made a mess of the things not only for me but for others also..I wish i could have controlled few things or may be should have controlled me.....Did it made any sense???..who cares???..i just have to keep on typing...who cares somebdy reads dis crap or not...atleast its keepin me busy right now and thats what i need to do...to keep me busy...phew!!I talk a lot...and now here is a pause...what to vomit next here...M missing my old friends and my school days a lot...a bit ironical....college days are over and am talking about school days...but thats how it goes for me.....Friends have been my life and one of the reasons why i am on this earth....for friends...and it really hurts when i loose them...and its hurting right now....very badly....but still doesn't want to talk to anybody....Confused???....me too!!!....i guess its time for a change but the mystery continues...WHAT NEXT??...i told u i m not going to make any sense today but u still read it...oh god!..am bored....I need to change myself....I guess its time to change myself and develop some new traits to avoid the pain of loosing my dear ones..i guess no one is going to stay with us forever...ENOUGH....Time for bed but who wanna sleep??.....hectic work tomorrow...have to prepare for major...If somebody makes a sense out of this plzz do comment...I really need to know myself....aur plzz ye mat likhna ki tu pagal ho gaya hai...;)
Sunday, June 27, 2010
ARZ KIYA HAI.....
MOST TOUCHING LINES BY A BOY WHOSE LOVE MARRYING TO SOMEONE ELSE:-
Aaj dulhan k lal jode me use uski sakhiyon ne sajaya hoga..
Meri jaan k gore hatho ko mehndi se rachaya hoga...
Bahut gehra chada hoga mehndi ka rang , us mehndi me usne mera naam bhi chupaya hoga...
Reh reh k ro padi hogi wo jab jab usko khyal mera aaya hoga...
Khud ko dekha hoga usne jab aaine me to aks mera b najar aaya hoga..
Lag rahi hogi bahut hi sundar wo,aaj dekhkar usko chand bhi sharmaya hoga....
Aaj meri jaan ne apne maa-baap ki izzat ko bachaya hoga....
Usne beti hone ka har farz nibhaya hoga.....
Majboor hogi sabse zyada wo sochta hu kis tarah usne khud ko samjhaya hoga.....
Apne hatho se mere khato ko jalaya hoga...
Khud ko majbut banakar usne hamari yado ko mitaya hoga...
Bhukhi hogi wo janta hu usne mere bina kuch nahi khaya hoga...
Kaise sambhala hoga apne aap ko jab usne khud ko fero ki aag me jalaya hoga......
Aaj dulhan k lal jode me use uski sakhiyon ne sajaya hoga..
Meri jaan k gore hatho ko mehndi se rachaya hoga...
Bahut gehra chada hoga mehndi ka rang , us mehndi me usne mera naam bhi chupaya hoga...
Reh reh k ro padi hogi wo jab jab usko khyal mera aaya hoga...
Khud ko dekha hoga usne jab aaine me to aks mera b najar aaya hoga..
Lag rahi hogi bahut hi sundar wo,aaj dekhkar usko chand bhi sharmaya hoga....
Aaj meri jaan ne apne maa-baap ki izzat ko bachaya hoga....
Usne beti hone ka har farz nibhaya hoga.....
Majboor hogi sabse zyada wo sochta hu kis tarah usne khud ko samjhaya hoga.....
Apne hatho se mere khato ko jalaya hoga...
Khud ko majbut banakar usne hamari yado ko mitaya hoga...
Bhukhi hogi wo janta hu usne mere bina kuch nahi khaya hoga...
Kaise sambhala hoga apne aap ko jab usne khud ko fero ki aag me jalaya hoga......
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
THE DEEPER SIDE
THE DEEPER SIDE
The sufferings in our life come to bring a change in us. Sometimes pain and pressures are good as they change us. It is up on an individual what change he wants to see in himself. Whether he wants to live like a victim of circumstances always or come out of his sufferings. The tiger lies within himself. The waves can be used as a source of inspiration. They come down only to rise up again. The spokes of a rotating wheel gets down to bottom only to rise up again to the top. Problems never leave us the way they found us. They change us. They come to teach us a lesson-to stay still, calm and in control of ourselves. A life free of problems is like a mirage in the desert. We can’t let our hurts and breaking experiences of life to control our future. We should always act only to be a source of inspiration for our loved ones. A source of inspiration for our family, friends, society and if possible for this world. Just raise your standards. Keep on improving like a never ending cycle. Sometimes Attitude counts more than talent. Give the world the best you have got anyway. If we can’t solve our problems we should learn to manage them. Don’t give up though the pace can be slow but you never know, just another blow and you succeed. Doing something with our energy which takes us higher helps. As higher we go, the more energy sources become available to us. It is in our hands.
The sufferings in our life come to bring a change in us. Sometimes pain and pressures are good as they change us. It is up on an individual what change he wants to see in himself. Whether he wants to live like a victim of circumstances always or come out of his sufferings. The tiger lies within himself. The waves can be used as a source of inspiration. They come down only to rise up again. The spokes of a rotating wheel gets down to bottom only to rise up again to the top. Problems never leave us the way they found us. They change us. They come to teach us a lesson-to stay still, calm and in control of ourselves. A life free of problems is like a mirage in the desert. We can’t let our hurts and breaking experiences of life to control our future. We should always act only to be a source of inspiration for our loved ones. A source of inspiration for our family, friends, society and if possible for this world. Just raise your standards. Keep on improving like a never ending cycle. Sometimes Attitude counts more than talent. Give the world the best you have got anyway. If we can’t solve our problems we should learn to manage them. Don’t give up though the pace can be slow but you never know, just another blow and you succeed. Doing something with our energy which takes us higher helps. As higher we go, the more energy sources become available to us. It is in our hands.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
LOVE
What is LovE :-?
u think abt urself, get to knw urself, build urself up to b so strong that u are confident tht u can handle ur own life, tht u dont need any1, tht no1 can hurt u without ur permission, tht u are the master of ur own life, and thn, u meet some1… who makes u want to surrender all of urself, without hesitation, when u become ready to lay urself totally open in front of her, all of ur vulnerabilities, fears, dreams, weaknesses, wishes, ambitions and principles, things tht make u thnk and feel and wonder and laugh and cry, whn the tiniest of her unhappiness zoom straight inside ur heart, whn u feel like bringing the whole world at her feet, just to make her happy, whn u are ready to give her all the freedom and right over ur life, comfortable in the knowing tht the other persn is so strong that she wll honour u tht u hve opend up and wll never take advantage of ur openness..will care for u because she wants to, not because it’s supposed to be tht way, when adjustment doesn’t feel like adjustment, when u willingly make urself flexible for her sake, when the freedom betw u makes ur relationship stronger, when u both start feeln that u need each other, not because u lack something, but because of how much both of u enjoy being part of one another’s lives and both of u want to practically take it forward.....-:)
u think abt urself, get to knw urself, build urself up to b so strong that u are confident tht u can handle ur own life, tht u dont need any1, tht no1 can hurt u without ur permission, tht u are the master of ur own life, and thn, u meet some1… who makes u want to surrender all of urself, without hesitation, when u become ready to lay urself totally open in front of her, all of ur vulnerabilities, fears, dreams, weaknesses, wishes, ambitions and principles, things tht make u thnk and feel and wonder and laugh and cry, whn the tiniest of her unhappiness zoom straight inside ur heart, whn u feel like bringing the whole world at her feet, just to make her happy, whn u are ready to give her all the freedom and right over ur life, comfortable in the knowing tht the other persn is so strong that she wll honour u tht u hve opend up and wll never take advantage of ur openness..will care for u because she wants to, not because it’s supposed to be tht way, when adjustment doesn’t feel like adjustment, when u willingly make urself flexible for her sake, when the freedom betw u makes ur relationship stronger, when u both start feeln that u need each other, not because u lack something, but because of how much both of u enjoy being part of one another’s lives and both of u want to practically take it forward.....-:)
Saturday, June 12, 2010
BID ADIEU
The end has come or is it a beginning?? The vacations are about to be over in next few days and the epoch making days are over . Life is queer with its twists and turns. We all wanted to get this finished as soon as possible and now when the time has come, we want a little more of these moments…. Few more memories to carry with us……more stories to share.…..hear some more secrets ….memories that we are going to cherish for our lifetime, be it our stay at ET hostel, ragging, mess debacle, CSE-ECE matches(I still feel sorry for cse guys….record of 19-4…really pathetic with the kind of team they had…lollzz…:P),streets and bridges of haridwar, Jnanagni, Birthday parties ,BC sessions, one night stand before exams with a mug of coffee and discussion about latest movies, Taste of success and failures, those little rifts and fist between us, fear of backlogs and surprise results, our holiday trips, tears for love, adjusting for everything ……... A period that is not leaving us the way it found us…we may or may not realize this but the seed has been sowed….. we all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere.
I am sure we all must have learned some lessons from here…….to trust in our hopes and not in our hurts……to trust the sunshine…. Never allowing our problem to become an excuse……Giving life to things that are beautiful……
Moments for lifetime that have given us a little glimpse of what we are capable of….I m sure we all have lot more to deliver.
The opening paragraph of “A Tale of two cities” by Charles Dickens describes to me so well the last four years that we have all lived through and I dedicate this to the four years of our vacation at GURUKUL:-
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times;
It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness;
It was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity;
It was the season of light, it was the season of darkness;
It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair;
We had everything before us, we had nothing before us;
We were all going directly to Heaven, we were all going the other way."
I m gonna miss this place……
Thanks for reading…..BID ADIEU…-:)
I am sure we all must have learned some lessons from here…….to trust in our hopes and not in our hurts……to trust the sunshine…. Never allowing our problem to become an excuse……Giving life to things that are beautiful……
Moments for lifetime that have given us a little glimpse of what we are capable of….I m sure we all have lot more to deliver.
The opening paragraph of “A Tale of two cities” by Charles Dickens describes to me so well the last four years that we have all lived through and I dedicate this to the four years of our vacation at GURUKUL:-
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times;
It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness;
It was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity;
It was the season of light, it was the season of darkness;
It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair;
We had everything before us, we had nothing before us;
We were all going directly to Heaven, we were all going the other way."
I m gonna miss this place……
Thanks for reading…..BID ADIEU…-:)
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
EDUCATED ILLITERATES-Welcome To the caste country
EDUCATED ILLITERATES-Welcome To the caste country
while travelling in India It will not be a matter of big surprise if someone asks you ashamefully about your caste in a bus,rail or anywhere and why should be they ashamed of this question, If our chosen democratic leaders are not. We want to be a world power, but our politicians will not let that happen. And the biggerst tragedy is that a number of intellectuals are on their side digging holes for all of us to jump into. Instead of thinking citizenship, our democratically elected leaders are thinking caste and family. As citizens we do not need caste but we need development, growth, employment and clean air.Including Caste in the census clearly shows that caste will be the basis for social policy. The idea of the public is junked and the notion of caste, kin, clan and religion will rule the day.
Not only done with reservations , caste politicians are asking for control over marriage through the law. Now try explaining it to someone in love. Try enforcing it.The only way possible is terror.If this goes their way, marriage through choice will become another victim.
The most successful democracies have been forward looking.They create goals that are not framed by tradition,but by projects that look ahead and create bonds between citizens. The caste census and demands to control caste marriages by law represent double octane backwardness, though it is expressed in a democratic garb.
There has been no caste based census since 1931.The practice was discontinued as it was found to be “DIVISIVE”.
Sir Valentine Chirol , a distinguished journalist wrote in 1926 that”Hinduism could not build up a nation because the one vital structure which it did build up was the negation of everything that constitutes a nation.”
The “vital structure” chirol alluded to was caste.Even after sixty years of independence the depths of india’s “vital structure” have been unmoved.Chirol was right and we may as well acknowledge it.
Apart from the modernisation there is the other india , where your identity is defined not by your profession or your talent but by your caste.Welcome to the caste country. Where the only purpose of education for most of the youths have been reduced to obtaining degrees and making money rather than developing an independent thinking and understanding.
Caste is the mark of an orthodox society,serves no positive purpose, and is impediment to economic development.
Instead of trying to identify people by their caste, it would make more sense for the census to identify people’s economic status.Surely BPLs are more deserving of affirmative action and positive discrimination.But unfortunately they don’t represent a captive vote bank for our so called leaders.caste is not your destiny; it is your vote bank influence.A caste-based census is a retrograde move.
while travelling in India It will not be a matter of big surprise if someone asks you ashamefully about your caste in a bus,rail or anywhere and why should be they ashamed of this question, If our chosen democratic leaders are not. We want to be a world power, but our politicians will not let that happen. And the biggerst tragedy is that a number of intellectuals are on their side digging holes for all of us to jump into. Instead of thinking citizenship, our democratically elected leaders are thinking caste and family. As citizens we do not need caste but we need development, growth, employment and clean air.Including Caste in the census clearly shows that caste will be the basis for social policy. The idea of the public is junked and the notion of caste, kin, clan and religion will rule the day.
Not only done with reservations , caste politicians are asking for control over marriage through the law. Now try explaining it to someone in love. Try enforcing it.The only way possible is terror.If this goes their way, marriage through choice will become another victim.
The most successful democracies have been forward looking.They create goals that are not framed by tradition,but by projects that look ahead and create bonds between citizens. The caste census and demands to control caste marriages by law represent double octane backwardness, though it is expressed in a democratic garb.
There has been no caste based census since 1931.The practice was discontinued as it was found to be “DIVISIVE”.
Sir Valentine Chirol , a distinguished journalist wrote in 1926 that”Hinduism could not build up a nation because the one vital structure which it did build up was the negation of everything that constitutes a nation.”
The “vital structure” chirol alluded to was caste.Even after sixty years of independence the depths of india’s “vital structure” have been unmoved.Chirol was right and we may as well acknowledge it.
Apart from the modernisation there is the other india , where your identity is defined not by your profession or your talent but by your caste.Welcome to the caste country. Where the only purpose of education for most of the youths have been reduced to obtaining degrees and making money rather than developing an independent thinking and understanding.
Caste is the mark of an orthodox society,serves no positive purpose, and is impediment to economic development.
Instead of trying to identify people by their caste, it would make more sense for the census to identify people’s economic status.Surely BPLs are more deserving of affirmative action and positive discrimination.But unfortunately they don’t represent a captive vote bank for our so called leaders.caste is not your destiny; it is your vote bank influence.A caste-based census is a retrograde move.
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