I have a Dream “That the 26/11 attack on Mumbai will spur civil society to unite and present a force that government will never again ignore. That in time we will have the maturity to reflect on the mistakes India might have made to incite such hatred. That our new generation of political leaders will truly look beyond party lines and do what astonishingly few leaders in post-independent India have done – their duty. That Hemant Karkare’s work on the Malegaon case will not lose momentum or integrity
I have a dream “That one day, the next time women are thrashed anywhere in a pub in India, the entire country’s women will march half to Mangalore, stopping the entire city for months, the other half to the Prime Minister’s – stopping the government for months. That 100 million Indian Children will not go to bed hungry every night. 100 million is two United Kingdoms. That pregnant women will never again have their wombs slit, their living fetuses torn out and dashed to death while they were set on fire – Gujarat 2002. That there will not be a rape every 23 minutes in this country. Or a dowry death every 33 minutes
I have a dream “That small farmers will never again have to apologise to their children and then commit suicide. That Article 377 making homosexuality a crime will be abolished. That when a girl goes to her mother and says her uncle or her father has molested her, she will not be asked – Are you sure? And she will not be told – Don’t be silly – you’re imagining things. That Muslims who fled Bombay in 1992, will return to their homes and M F Husain will return to his
I have a dream “Of a time when we will cheer a Younis Khan sixer as we cheer a Yuvraj Singh one. Of a time when no girl child will ever have to walk the 3 KM average to fetch water everyday - instead she will spend that time in a school. That we will allow people with AIDS to work with us, eat with us, live with us – with dignity. Where God is not a Setu, a pandal blocking the street or the reason for jihad, but is linked with our hopes, our hearts, our homes
I have a dream “That one day I will be six inches taller. Have a full head of hair. Look nineteen forever. And always have the right, witty answer when face to face with a beautiful woman
But I also have dream “That I will never ever be scared to speak the truth. That one day I will have the means, the time, the heart to gather all the street children in this country, put them on a train and take them to a land where they can heal. Where they can play, laugh, eat, do nothing. That we realize that – slum dwellers – are not the cockroaches of the world. They are fathers forced out of their villages through poverty, now struggling to make money pushed and abused by the police. They are mothers working as Kaamwalis in three houses a day so that their children can do what they didn’t – go to school. They are children, who have like all children an equal dose of delight and tears in them, not dirty, lice – ridden creatures shivering in the rain holding today’s papers in a plastic bag
I have a dream “Where every Indian plays a sport, any game, for at least an hour a day. Where no hockey player will ever again have to sell his medals to feed himself. Where we win twenty Olympic gold medals in London 2012 – if we do things right, its possible. Where the Indian Rugby team wins the World Cup – We are ranked 83 rd now – I will cheer from my wheelchair
I have dream “That one day we will all stop what we’re doing – working on laptops, tending to hundreds of patients, sweating it out at cricket practice, running our homeopathy clinic, trying to balance the books at your non-profit organization, begging our child to have bas one more bite, commuting in a local train, closing that complex merger we will stop what we’re doing and suddenly realize, all of us together, at the same, precise moment, that we are all Indians and that there is no one like us on this planet – we are unique. Because we fight with words all the time, with fists sometimes, we talk loudly on our phones, laugh loudest at our own jokes, we are sexist, smelly, love sweets, swear we will exercise tomorrow and don’t believe in queues. But that we are also moved by tears by a sad film song, we fight to pay the bill in a restaurant, you cannot leave our home without at least a cup of tea (and thepla and vadai and shingada and matthi ), we feel guilty when we don’t stand up if someone elderly walks into the room, we don’t shake hands – we hug, we are all first cricket selectors, then bankers, lawyers, bad actors , we stand up and cheer during the climax of Chak De, we all watch terrible soaps on television and swear we don’t and we all love Sachin Tendulkar.
And at that moment, that moment when we realize we are all the same, the choice will be ours – to turn to the stranger on our side and say – we are 1.2 Billion – 1.2 Billion. The world is six billion. That’s one Indian for every four non-Indians. Sounds Good - Let’s do it
Courtesy: Rahul Bose
Is India @62 ready to appear on ‘Sach Ka Saamna’?
Is India @62 ready to appear on ‘Sach Ka Saamna’?
First things first – at the risk of enraging feminists – India at 62 is like a woman dealing with delayed menopause, trying strenuously to come to terms with drastic and dramatic changes she is not yet ready for. Think about it – sudden hot flashes ( Pakistan, China, Baluchistan), cold sweats, migraines, mood swings ( flirt with America? Court Russia? Ignore France?), hysteria ( the contoversial 1-2-3 treaty ), panic attacks ( 26\11),tantrums and more. That’s the downside. But as we all know, menopause doesn’t last forever. It is but a phase… and when it’s over, it’s over. And more often than not, women at this stage of their lives come into their own like never before. So it will be with India. Forget those fuddy duddy doomsday prophets making dire predictions about India’s grim future, forget the worst case scenarios. Focus instead on what lies ahead… it isn’t just swine flu, drought, starvation, corruption and more corruption. With some luck, it could be a ‘Mera Bharat Mahaan’ ending to this potential blockbuster. And with those words, I’m putting an end to the mandatory ‘Independence Day’ lecturebaazi.
In fact, there should be a media law that bans those boring Special Issues nobody actually reads or remembers. Why has it become mandatory to indulge in this meaningless annual exercise? Report cards are for school children. India is a senior citizen. Let’s begin by showing a little respect. For me, that includes a ban on bumper editions carrying erudite, unreadable, analytical pieces on ‘Where India Has Gone Wrong’ written by pompous gas bags whose views are completely passé. If at all anybody wants to indulge in this foolish exercise, let us convert it into a time pass tv show that gives us vicarious cheap thrills. Hire a hottie as an anchor ( Rajeev Khandelwal has the looks and experience) and let the cameras roll. India getting candid will be so much more fun than all this intellectualized baloney from self-styled experts.
In any case, far too much is being made of the current tv series that invites middle class India to perform the full monty in public. ‘Sach ka Saamna’ is getting countless knickers in a knot because, I guess, this form of public catharsis is considered a bit too much for India to handle Hmmmm. But is it really too much? Going by the astonishingly high ratings, I’d say not! I believe all that moral outrage is just hot air. We love to mind other people’s business. We are known for our obnoxious inquisitiveness. Come on, it’s only in India that complete strangers seated next to you in a train can turn around and ask the most intrusive, the most intimate questions without blinking …. and actually expect a prompt response. Which person has not had to deal with , “ Are you married? No?? Why not? Family problem or what?” Which young couple has been spared the embarrassment of responding to an inquisition that goes, “ No children? Howcome? Medical problem? I know a very good doctor…” That’s us.Nosey and tactless at all times. Which is why, I’m a little surprised by the howls of protest that have greeted the latest reality show which quizzes tv actresses on their sexual fantasies and asks about teenage abortions and school expulsions without mincing words. This is baby stuff compared to what we deal with in real life.
Similarly, Rakhi Sawant’s Swayamwar eats into our own fears and foibles, as we watch the bold and brazen lead character reveal the nasty minutae of her miserable past , frequently bursting into a flood of tears before adjusting her cleavage and carrying on. If we are riveted by this spectacle, it only establishes our insatiable desire to play peek-a-boo – a perfectly understandable, acceptable emotion. Especially in a country where the notion of personal privacy and space remains very sketchy. We believe we have the absolute right to know every little dirty detail about our neighbour’s ‘lafdas’. We also believe we have the same right to offer instant advice. This is as ‘desi’ as pure ghee – and we can’t get enough of either. When the canny tv channel hosting the show persuades Rakhi Sawant’s estranged mother to come on the set and give her version of their crazy relationship, we are urged to take sides and offer unsolicited advice to both. We fall for it!! This stuff is irresistible. We can’t get enough. We want more and more and more. Call that creative manipulation, if you wish. But are we putting up any resistance? Naaah.
The Rakhi Sawant phenomenon ( I use the phrase with care and after deliberation) has to be seen in the context of a rapidly changing India. I have been an early champion of this spunky woman, and hang on to her every bon mot. Her quotes are priceless and original – that’s what makes her stand apart in an over crowded field of wannabes. When Rakhi declares earnestly ( tears threatening to run down those heavily painted cheeks and ruin her mascara) that she has done several things for money during her difficult teenage years, including dance at stag shows, but one thing she has NEVER done for cash is ‘that’, nobody needs to be briefed on what ‘that’ stands for. By making such a statement, Rakhi lets the cruel, mocking world know that even she - bad assed girl that she is - lives by her own moral code. Hurrah.Paisey ke liye kuch bhi karegi?? Na baba… aur sab, par ‘woh’ nahi… kabhi nahi.Rakhi has defined her limits. Can the rest of us define ours? Can India’s politicians make a similar claim in public and spell out where they’d draw the line? Now that would be a scorcher of a ‘samna’.
Rakhi had once famously boasted about her silicon implants declaring naughtily, “ Joh dikhta hai who bikta hai.” Perhaps, without realizing it herself, she had accurately placed her finger on the pulse of the nation and provided a catchy phrase for the prevailing philosophy dominating Jawan India’s dreams.Do those out- of- touch- with- mass- reality men and women prowling the corridors of power in Delhi really get the message?? They’d better. For if they don’t , all this big talk about harnessing the youth of the nation and pushing India forward will remain empty rhetoric. The surprising truth is that there are far more Rakhi Sawants in our midst than we’d like to acknowledge. She makes us uncomfortable. She makes us blush – hey bhagwan – such gaucherie.But she is here, and she isn’t going anywhere. If India has to face the truth about itself, why not start with Rakhi Sawant and her brand of bindaas, in your face, outrageous and outré conduct that shies away from nothing, reveals everything, but is still clever enough to figure out the inbuilt commercial value of saying ‘no’ to ‘that’!!
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Matter courtesy:Asian Age & Deccan Chronicle
First things first – at the risk of enraging feminists – India at 62 is like a woman dealing with delayed menopause, trying strenuously to come to terms with drastic and dramatic changes she is not yet ready for. Think about it – sudden hot flashes ( Pakistan, China, Baluchistan), cold sweats, migraines, mood swings ( flirt with America? Court Russia? Ignore France?), hysteria ( the contoversial 1-2-3 treaty ), panic attacks ( 26\11),tantrums and more. That’s the downside. But as we all know, menopause doesn’t last forever. It is but a phase… and when it’s over, it’s over. And more often than not, women at this stage of their lives come into their own like never before. So it will be with India. Forget those fuddy duddy doomsday prophets making dire predictions about India’s grim future, forget the worst case scenarios. Focus instead on what lies ahead… it isn’t just swine flu, drought, starvation, corruption and more corruption. With some luck, it could be a ‘Mera Bharat Mahaan’ ending to this potential blockbuster. And with those words, I’m putting an end to the mandatory ‘Independence Day’ lecturebaazi.
In fact, there should be a media law that bans those boring Special Issues nobody actually reads or remembers. Why has it become mandatory to indulge in this meaningless annual exercise? Report cards are for school children. India is a senior citizen. Let’s begin by showing a little respect. For me, that includes a ban on bumper editions carrying erudite, unreadable, analytical pieces on ‘Where India Has Gone Wrong’ written by pompous gas bags whose views are completely passé. If at all anybody wants to indulge in this foolish exercise, let us convert it into a time pass tv show that gives us vicarious cheap thrills. Hire a hottie as an anchor ( Rajeev Khandelwal has the looks and experience) and let the cameras roll. India getting candid will be so much more fun than all this intellectualized baloney from self-styled experts.
In any case, far too much is being made of the current tv series that invites middle class India to perform the full monty in public. ‘Sach ka Saamna’ is getting countless knickers in a knot because, I guess, this form of public catharsis is considered a bit too much for India to handle Hmmmm. But is it really too much? Going by the astonishingly high ratings, I’d say not! I believe all that moral outrage is just hot air. We love to mind other people’s business. We are known for our obnoxious inquisitiveness. Come on, it’s only in India that complete strangers seated next to you in a train can turn around and ask the most intrusive, the most intimate questions without blinking …. and actually expect a prompt response. Which person has not had to deal with , “ Are you married? No?? Why not? Family problem or what?” Which young couple has been spared the embarrassment of responding to an inquisition that goes, “ No children? Howcome? Medical problem? I know a very good doctor…” That’s us.Nosey and tactless at all times. Which is why, I’m a little surprised by the howls of protest that have greeted the latest reality show which quizzes tv actresses on their sexual fantasies and asks about teenage abortions and school expulsions without mincing words. This is baby stuff compared to what we deal with in real life.
Similarly, Rakhi Sawant’s Swayamwar eats into our own fears and foibles, as we watch the bold and brazen lead character reveal the nasty minutae of her miserable past , frequently bursting into a flood of tears before adjusting her cleavage and carrying on. If we are riveted by this spectacle, it only establishes our insatiable desire to play peek-a-boo – a perfectly understandable, acceptable emotion. Especially in a country where the notion of personal privacy and space remains very sketchy. We believe we have the absolute right to know every little dirty detail about our neighbour’s ‘lafdas’. We also believe we have the same right to offer instant advice. This is as ‘desi’ as pure ghee – and we can’t get enough of either. When the canny tv channel hosting the show persuades Rakhi Sawant’s estranged mother to come on the set and give her version of their crazy relationship, we are urged to take sides and offer unsolicited advice to both. We fall for it!! This stuff is irresistible. We can’t get enough. We want more and more and more. Call that creative manipulation, if you wish. But are we putting up any resistance? Naaah.
The Rakhi Sawant phenomenon ( I use the phrase with care and after deliberation) has to be seen in the context of a rapidly changing India. I have been an early champion of this spunky woman, and hang on to her every bon mot. Her quotes are priceless and original – that’s what makes her stand apart in an over crowded field of wannabes. When Rakhi declares earnestly ( tears threatening to run down those heavily painted cheeks and ruin her mascara) that she has done several things for money during her difficult teenage years, including dance at stag shows, but one thing she has NEVER done for cash is ‘that’, nobody needs to be briefed on what ‘that’ stands for. By making such a statement, Rakhi lets the cruel, mocking world know that even she - bad assed girl that she is - lives by her own moral code. Hurrah.Paisey ke liye kuch bhi karegi?? Na baba… aur sab, par ‘woh’ nahi… kabhi nahi.Rakhi has defined her limits. Can the rest of us define ours? Can India’s politicians make a similar claim in public and spell out where they’d draw the line? Now that would be a scorcher of a ‘samna’.
Rakhi had once famously boasted about her silicon implants declaring naughtily, “ Joh dikhta hai who bikta hai.” Perhaps, without realizing it herself, she had accurately placed her finger on the pulse of the nation and provided a catchy phrase for the prevailing philosophy dominating Jawan India’s dreams.Do those out- of- touch- with- mass- reality men and women prowling the corridors of power in Delhi really get the message?? They’d better. For if they don’t , all this big talk about harnessing the youth of the nation and pushing India forward will remain empty rhetoric. The surprising truth is that there are far more Rakhi Sawants in our midst than we’d like to acknowledge. She makes us uncomfortable. She makes us blush – hey bhagwan – such gaucherie.But she is here, and she isn’t going anywhere. If India has to face the truth about itself, why not start with Rakhi Sawant and her brand of bindaas, in your face, outrageous and outré conduct that shies away from nothing, reveals everything, but is still clever enough to figure out the inbuilt commercial value of saying ‘no’ to ‘that’!!
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Matter courtesy:Asian Age & Deccan Chronicle
why men=horny animals and women=crazy & mad
All hail the differences between men and women, revealed masterfully by what they search for on Google. click here
After reading the left column there, I feel bad for women. The searches reveal the naked truth: men are all horny animals. It’s a shame, and I’m sorry. I’m feeling really, really awful. In fact, it could be argued that I need a cuddle.
Life @ bschool, Typical day @ SIIB
The typical day @ SIIB starts off at 7:45 AM in the morning, when your roommate wakes you up for the impending academic session at 8:30 AM. The regular procrastinator that you are, you sit up on your sleepy a** &, momentarily, just to make your concerned roommate happy. Once the roommate fizzes out into the bathroom to do the regular chores, you fall back, only to be punched hard after 15 minutes. Suddenly realization dawns…damn…90% attendance is compulsory, and yes…u need to maintain this attendance criterion.
Getting off to the hostel after completing yummy breakfast hurriedly to reach the academic block for lectures, because the professor would always in time when you are late and vice versa. The classes keep you occupied till 6:30 (sometimes, even 8:30) in the evening, with intervals that can range from 15 minutes to 2 hours, depending on your fortune for the day.during these all things we managed open facebook and gmail (orkut is blocked) and play mafia wars and online games.
The classes can be intertwined sporadically with visits from eminent corporates (loads and loads of gyaan ).
6:30 - 9:30 can involve any of these:
• A power Nap
• Bakar
• Club interactions (Fin, Marketing, HR, SCM)
• Shopping (SIM Cards are of utmost priority in this sector )
• An introspective swell of pride - the General euphoria about how great a place SIIB is (or) Resenting on the biggest mistake you've made till date - opting for an MBA - and discussing it with your batch mates (believe you me, this is undoubtedly the best way to get to know your batch mates)
• Coursework (only if you've got nothing better to do )
A brief dinner later and then the interaction game begins, Talent shows, skits, social services, the assignments and presentations...they've got it all. People like me indulged themselves into social networking and blogging like what m doing right now. You are free any minute from 2:00 to 2:30AM, and then you retire for the day...only to find yourself being kicked on your a** some hours later.
Added info:
SIIB generally doesn't have the funda of weekends...U are loaded 24X7 ... if u'd ask me, I'd say that we're damn lucky to have got a single weekend in between...created a new record of sorts by sleeping for 18 hours on the trot .
Getting off to the hostel after completing yummy breakfast hurriedly to reach the academic block for lectures, because the professor would always in time when you are late and vice versa. The classes keep you occupied till 6:30 (sometimes, even 8:30) in the evening, with intervals that can range from 15 minutes to 2 hours, depending on your fortune for the day.during these all things we managed open facebook and gmail (orkut is blocked) and play mafia wars and online games.
The classes can be intertwined sporadically with visits from eminent corporates (loads and loads of gyaan ).
6:30 - 9:30 can involve any of these:
• A power Nap
• Bakar
• Club interactions (Fin, Marketing, HR, SCM)
• Shopping (SIM Cards are of utmost priority in this sector )
• An introspective swell of pride - the General euphoria about how great a place SIIB is (or) Resenting on the biggest mistake you've made till date - opting for an MBA - and discussing it with your batch mates (believe you me, this is undoubtedly the best way to get to know your batch mates)
• Coursework (only if you've got nothing better to do )
A brief dinner later and then the interaction game begins, Talent shows, skits, social services, the assignments and presentations...they've got it all. People like me indulged themselves into social networking and blogging like what m doing right now. You are free any minute from 2:00 to 2:30AM, and then you retire for the day...only to find yourself being kicked on your a** some hours later.
Added info:
SIIB generally doesn't have the funda of weekends...U are loaded 24X7 ... if u'd ask me, I'd say that we're damn lucky to have got a single weekend in between...created a new record of sorts by sleeping for 18 hours on the trot .
Trust me......m an ENGINEER now
finallyy the most awaited day come, the convocation day and all graduates frm DDU got their respective degrees, yeah..DDU,the uni where i spent my most prestigious engineering years, and after rigouras hadships during all that four years, finally graduated.
so on the eve of graduation day, so manyy splendid memories are striking my head, so manyy pranks, fights (some time with proffesors too), bunkings classes & wandering aimlessly, eve teasings @ nukkad, late night movies, cricket matches in hostel TV room with lots of noise (sometime more than d stadium), discussing on d abusrd topic for hours with full gali-galoch, sitting in d canteen for big time untill d owner kiks out, regular friday movie shows, Egg khima @ hostel @ 2:30 AM, kitli pe chay, xams preps, one night preps before d xam days, all time abusing to college & padhakus of d class, struggels to get IMP ques, celebrating the marks eventhough its lowest in d class, watching C grade movies together,... and many more..and i want to pen down all those worth remembring memories in upcoming posts.
so on the eve of graduation day, so manyy splendid memories are striking my head, so manyy pranks, fights (some time with proffesors too), bunkings classes & wandering aimlessly, eve teasings @ nukkad, late night movies, cricket matches in hostel TV room with lots of noise (sometime more than d stadium), discussing on d abusrd topic for hours with full gali-galoch, sitting in d canteen for big time untill d owner kiks out, regular friday movie shows, Egg khima @ hostel @ 2:30 AM, kitli pe chay, xams preps, one night preps before d xam days, all time abusing to college & padhakus of d class, struggels to get IMP ques, celebrating the marks eventhough its lowest in d class, watching C grade movies together,... and many more..and i want to pen down all those worth remembring memories in upcoming posts.
vote for....but to whom??
Tomorrow is the Election Day in my constituency but this is the question which is haunting me at present. Whom to vote?
I know v very well that in democracy voting is a sacred duty of each citizen, and by voting only we can choose our leader or can say MP of our constituency. So many different NGOs, and organizations have initiated the campaign to spread maximum awareness regarding voting by urging the voters to come out and vote. Just a day back saw the video studded with famous bollywood stars, produced by KJO asking people to vote by telling them ab ho sakta hai. The main soul of this sort of campaigning was that just by voting we can change the system. It’s all good but let me ask all of them that do our voting really matter? Because what I believe is if we do have a proper honest candidates with clean image, with a vision for not only his/her constituency but also for the whole nation, his willingness to put nation before self, than only our voting to those kind of candidates helps system to change. He should be full of new ideas and solutions for the basic local issues.
But do we have such candidate? By last 1-2 moths I was persistently and carefully watching canvassing of each political party, but all are busy with mudslinging exercise. They all are busy with typical Akshepbajji to each other. One is recalling 2002 Gujarat riots than other is referring to 1989 & 1984 anti Sikh riots, if one is opposing Kandahar issue than the 2nd one comes up with 26/11 case. All the political parties are mediocre and hypocrite. No one is showing its concrete solutions towards economic slowdown, no one ensures about controlling prize hike, or neither of them is assuring strong internal security. Like some one said very nicely that probably we should vote for the party that we least disagree with or which is lesser evil. But here in our case both are equal evils. Now what to do? Whom to vote?
I don’t know in which direction our political system is heading.
I know v very well that in democracy voting is a sacred duty of each citizen, and by voting only we can choose our leader or can say MP of our constituency. So many different NGOs, and organizations have initiated the campaign to spread maximum awareness regarding voting by urging the voters to come out and vote. Just a day back saw the video studded with famous bollywood stars, produced by KJO asking people to vote by telling them ab ho sakta hai. The main soul of this sort of campaigning was that just by voting we can change the system. It’s all good but let me ask all of them that do our voting really matter? Because what I believe is if we do have a proper honest candidates with clean image, with a vision for not only his/her constituency but also for the whole nation, his willingness to put nation before self, than only our voting to those kind of candidates helps system to change. He should be full of new ideas and solutions for the basic local issues.
But do we have such candidate? By last 1-2 moths I was persistently and carefully watching canvassing of each political party, but all are busy with mudslinging exercise. They all are busy with typical Akshepbajji to each other. One is recalling 2002 Gujarat riots than other is referring to 1989 & 1984 anti Sikh riots, if one is opposing Kandahar issue than the 2nd one comes up with 26/11 case. All the political parties are mediocre and hypocrite. No one is showing its concrete solutions towards economic slowdown, no one ensures about controlling prize hike, or neither of them is assuring strong internal security. Like some one said very nicely that probably we should vote for the party that we least disagree with or which is lesser evil. But here in our case both are equal evils. Now what to do? Whom to vote?
I don’t know in which direction our political system is heading.
O Ri Duniya
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