I Protest

I feel like doing bakwas again after long time. There are thousands things in my mind, which is impossible to pen down, and what purpose it would serve. Nothing?????

Confused???????

I know, even I am confused about what I am talking about. But it’s a confusing time. Isn’t it?? Ok, I don’t know about you all, but it is for me.

Rupees sliding like never before (Making all my predictions wrong), Sensex is in downward spiral. I have stopped reading economic section. That’s my way of shutting down the unpleasant news. A very idiotic but an effective way, works for me all the time. It might goes till the Sensex jumps up again.

Any way you must be thinking why I am talking about Sensex, Forex, market or etc etc. What that’s got to do with me or you.

Any way if you don’t like i’ll stop it, but what should I talk.

Politics???

UPA is celebrating completion of 8^th year of its power and demanded an expensive gift from the people of India in form of unprecedented petrol price hike.

Lokpal has again gone into dustbin and would probably go to same way as its 2 predecessor.

Democracy is at its low with not even one credible party or person in sight to bank upon, nothing good happening in political, economic, judicial or journalism circle. What all you can hear is bicker, bicker and bickering only. Newspaper is coloured with the news of a textbook cartoon or beef festival or ever growing extra sensitivity of Indian politicians who jump at the slightest prick and cry foul of hurting mass sentiment, blasphemy, blah, blah and blah.

The Big issue in Indian politics now is sentiment: Our religious sentiment, identity sentiment, sentiment related to iconic figure, caste sentiment and thousands other sentiments

Indian Preamble should be changed like this:

We the people of India having solemnly resolved to constitute India into a sensisitive, sentimental and intolerant crap and provide its citizen with

Justice: social, economic and political sentiment

Liberty of only and only extra sensisitive sentiment

Fraternity: only with people with our caste or religion and matching sentiment (optional)

On this 21^st century, hence hereby give ourselves this progressive sentimental constitution.

Our politician is diligently trying to bring this constitution in spirit by trying to legislate, curbing media, banning books and movies, banning and gagging persons. How lucky we Indians are that our representative is so much concern about our sentiment. What if hunger, malnutrition, poverty and all doesn’t figure in their concern? That actually doesn’t matter, feeding sentiments matter the most as we can afford to die of hunger but not to live with our so called sentiment hurt.

Anyway now I am feeling I might be hurting lots of apolitical people’s sentiment by continues to write on politics.

Oops, sorry but I have to remind you people, who subscribe to “apolitical, aesthesis, non-casteism or non-regional ideologies”, your sentiment doesn’t matter. So don’t cry foul and be silent.

 It’s the sentimental country and I am being sentimental about you thinking that I have done enough Bakwas and I should stop it.

My sentiment is being hurt with you malign insensitive intension and I protest.

End of Toy Story:

It was the year when I started watching cricket. Having grown in a family where cricket was a battle ground with band of children at one side favouring India and a hostile uncle always favouring opposing team at other side, I found passion for cricket at very early stage of my life. None of the passion can take a complete form until and unless it doesn’t revolve around a personality, a personality which not only arouses an intense passion around you but also gives you an ideal form to idolize. But that time none was around in cricket whom I can make my icon (Sachin hype was too much for me and my small mind was not ready to accept him, in fact I never liked him much), but I didn’t have to wait for long. Arrival of the magical Rahul in cricket world marked the beginning of magical passion of cricket in my world. He is my favourite icon from that moment. In that way I have a very long relationship with him that has touched every sphere of my life, directly or indirectly.

News of his retirement was devastating for me, and I could not help myself from being sad and desolate. Today I was bombarded with the tweet related to Rahul’s retirement with everyone had something to say about Rahul. I too wanted to express but felt 140 words tweet or facebook status message won’t be enough. I decided to write blog. Sadness in me was so deep that it had to be channelled through some medium, and being a private person, writing is the only option where I can dump my emotion and feel relatively lighter.

Each and every inning of Rahul was something for which I have always looked forward. Passion is some rare event in my life and there are bunch of sport stars who have successfully managed to infuse it into me and Rahul was in lead among them. He has always been with me, from my childhood to till now. I ruined my IIT mains while following each and every moment of ongoing India Pakistan test series, but I don’t regret it ;) . Among all form of Cricket I love Test match the most and credit goes entirely to Dravid.

He was a perfect role model. A guy who looks so familiar and neighbourly. I never met him and I don’t want to, in future. I want to keep him in my mind as the person I idolized and revered. He has a very special place in my life and I doubt whether it would be filled by someone else. With the end of era of Rahul Dravid a whole era in my life has come to an end, an era that is marked with my passionate childhood, my toy story. An absolute vacuum has engulfed the next phase of my life. I wonder, would this vacuum be filled in near future? Answer is not so easy J

Chain of Chains:

“””””””””“A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said, "When I made the woman she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,
yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."
"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."”””””””

Today I spent around 5 min for finding the above quotation written by someone and shared by many on Facebook. Reason for wasting my time over particularly search of this piece of waste is: Well I can’t exactly say what but it could be the chain of events which have been unfolding in my day to day life for some days. Now don’t you go thinking about something very special and exciting, it’s actually very mundane and lame (for you). I read this piece on Facebook long back but a sudden hatred which I developed upon reading this (I was actually disgusted) kept prompting me for the long time to vent my anger in writing and I kept dithering. But every day observation and upcoming women’s day compelled me to write as it’s my duty as a citizen to channel my thought (Though I am not sure whether Kapil Sibbal would find it appropriate ;) ).

At first I would request any individual reading this article to not read it in context of woman right activism or so on. As a person I don’t concur to this activism and idealogism.

It’s the 21^st century, so called century of science, logic, emancipation, Human right and enlightenment. But have we emancipated?? Have we emancipated from our prejudice and bondage or are we shackled so intrinsically that reality is so blurred for us to realize?

It took several centuries for black to realize, it took more than 2000 of years for oppressed castes in India to realize. It’s true that realization haven’t alone made life better for all of them but atleast they know their right and know what is to be an equal human being as they are entitled for.

 But even after the 5500 years of civilization this reality is not dawned on half of the human being: That is called woman. World today pride on themselves with data, the data on improved percentage of educated women, improved %age of women working outside. Is it the sign of emancipation? Have situation changed by just getting education and working outside. I don’t think so.

I travel in bus and watch lots of co-ladies. And these are the ladies of other part of India (The Shining India), who have excellent education with lucrative jobs. But at the 1^st glance on them reveal that not even 0.01% of them have self-esteem and confidence (Of course I count myself among for the forth described reason). Most of them with self-consciousness about their dress, holding their duppattas, eyes down, some with fashionable dressed with high pencil heels and calculated steps, most of them rigorously trying to avoid body contact with guys (which is often impossible in crowded bus). Are these present the picture of an emancipated woman? No they don’t. And I don’t blame for them.

The moment a girl open her eyes in this world she is being constantly taught about what its mean to be women at each and every steps of her life. And the passage underlined at the starting of this article pretty much sum up the angle through which society see an ideal women. This ideology is so intrinsically woven in women’s life that they have already accepted it as their fate and part of life.

I saw Lots of liking for this piece of crap (pointed out at the starting of the blog) and the strange thing is that, well not exactly strange that lots of women went emotional and gaga over it

"""""I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly""""".

 Don’t they see what it is? It’s not a praise of a woman’s endurance, rather than it’s a code of conduct failing to which you would fall into category of bad women and be shunned from the society.

When Slavery was prevailed in USA then this kind of things was printed for the praise of black slave who serves their master unfalteringly. At that point of time any attempt to alter this philosophy was resisted by none other but black slaves themselves. It’s because the reason that they have been taught from their childhood that what it’s to be an ideal slave and any aberration will lead to disgrace. The whole thing was implanted so deep inside (and of course by white people) them that it took them centuries to realize their own human rights.

Problem of slavery or untouchability (though still prevalent in India) was a small part of humanity; hence it was addressed to an extent gradually. But problem of women emancipation that constitute half part of humanity is huge and capable of damaging the entire fabric of society which was woven gradually by male dominated society by securing its own right for the millenniums gone and the centuries to come.

How do we suppose a complete personality development inside women in such closed and prejudiced scenario? How to we suppose a society to be flourished with half of its member being grossly under-developed and over-shadowed.  

Though I am writing all these but one thing I know that I am no different. And how could I be? Being born in same society and spoon fed with the same social code of conduct. At some level and at certain extent, knowingly or unknowingly all of us (women) accept these code of conducts as our way of life. But some time it’s excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. I know it would take me hundreds of years to throw this complex web woven around me (and I would not be around to see that day J ) and more centuries for women of this world to realize their position, But day would come. What we need to take step by step and realize this.

We as human being disown the Women’s day or any other celebration of so called womanhood.

We are human being and want to celebrate the humanity in us.

A lost opportunity

I am sick tired of listening the sentence “Team Anna”.  It wasn’t the long ago when I was among the excited and exhilarated crowd supporting the anti corruption movement spearheaded by “Team Anna”. In November Govt. came out with its draft Lokpal bill. It looked ok in my eyes. Most of the point on which August movement was based was addressed somehow, though half heartedly.  We finally had a strong Lokpal Bill with some glitches. Now ideally there should be some back door campaign to correct the glitches, as the most important demand of a strong Lokpal seems imminent.  That’s why I was very surprised by the announcement of Team Anna to move forward with their protest plan. Now it seriously seems over doing it. I could feel that it’s going to fail as what will be moral ground to protest over some tiny 2 and 3 points (Primary of which was inclusion of CBI, which was controversial in many experts’ view) and failing will have dire consequences which will lead to complacency of political leader and we might end up with having no Lokpal at all.

The enthusiasm which was created in August for strong Lokpal was certain to be subsided.  When people are hungry, they are sure to take up the protest with much enthusiasm to get the food. But if the belly is full then hardly anyone will bother to hit the street for the quality of food.  A street protest is not done on such matters. These matters should be handled by experts at back door.

August movement equipped all of us with a weapon – weapon of mass power against the corrupt and inefficient. We were elated and ready to use it at appropriate moment in future. Team Anna have lost us that sword with it’s over ambition which clearly looked as a personnel vendetta.

Many of us clearly saw that protest and ‘Jail Bharo’ which Team Anna is planning is going to fail. But it’s really incomprehensible for me that how can a team packed with so many elites and intellectuals fail to comprehend this simple logic. Were they really blind with their hidden ambition? Though I have lots of respect for them, but I am still furious on them. I give them credit to really stir the India. If Lokpal is in parliament today, that’s entirely attributed to them. But in the mean time If Lokpal fails to get through the parliament then Team Anna will have to share a bigger part of the blame(Status of constitutional authority for Lokpal has already been defeated). Without constitutional authority Lokpal will be toothless and any Govt. at any point of time can stuck it down.

 Now Anna is talking about campaigning against Congress in election. May some sense prevail on Team Anna and they make some distance from politics. They have already lost a large chunk of credibility; they should strive to save the rest. They should leave the choosing the candidate on people’s wisdom.  In this leaderless country where we never had any voice, Team Anna came as a little ray of hope. I hate to lose that hope; please don’t take that from us.

Flying Angel on the Globe:

Studying Map is an interesting activity. Lines drawn on the map do not only define the countries and border but also personify them by infusing some meaningful character which is often invisible to us. I found a flying angel (Gabriel) on our globe, and how true indeed: Gabriel it is.

In Islam, Gabriel was the medium through whom God revealed the Qur'an to Muhammad, and that he sent a message to most prophets, if not all, revealing their obligations. He is called the chief of the four favored angels and the spirit of truth. Islam originated in the heart of Saudi Arabia’s desert and spread all along the way surrounding it and today it commands life of around one fourth of earth’s population. A beautiful religion that have been showing way to billions of people for centuries has now come under a dark shadow as a result of war, sectarian clashes and terrorism, but nevertheless it will survive and will continue to guide people as long as sun shines.

Look at the angel and you will Egypt and Iran as its hand (or wings), who indeed worked as its wing while helping angel to take big leap in civilization with their unique and enlightened history.

Turkey proudly occupies the position of head. It’s the position it deserves, as it continues to be looked upon by other Arab states who desires to embark on the road of modern civilization in conformity with religion by following the “Turkey Model”.

Feet are Yemen and Oman, and angel is staggered on its feet, because of widespread anarchies facing by one of its feet – Yemen.  Yemen is grappled with problem of extremism, and soon it may find itself on receiving end of ‘GWOT’ (Global War on Terrorism). Hopefully Yemen will come out of it, as it know without it Angel cannot walk properly J .

United Arab Emirates (UAE) is at the flying end of angel’s cloak. Extra clothes represent luxury and when it comes to luxury no one can compete UAE. So it keeps angels extravagantly clothedJ.

Kuwait occupies a position where usually men keep their moneybag: Pocket of angel ;). This small country commands huge wealth. Saudi Arabia is nearly hundred times of the this tiny country but in terms of oil it only commands 6th times total oil reserve of Kuwait. This indicates that how much oil wealth concentrates in this tiny country.

Stomach and legs of angels are made of Saudi Arabia. Money of the Saudi Arabia is what fills the hunger of Angel and also gives it ability to stand on its leg. Without Saudi Arabia we cannot think of Middle East, neither do we can imagine Angel. Donations from Saudi Arabia pour into whole world to help the goodwill of angel fly all over world, though sometimes it is diverted or actually channeled for other purposes.

Iraq and Jordan occupies the heart position, as its ancient Mesopotamian civilization pumped the life-blood not only in whole Middle East while in whole world. Hope Iraq will resume on this position again as angel will be very weak without it, and there would be dire consequences for whole world if it dies.

Syria is the neck of angel and twisting it will jolt whole Middle East. We hope the power mongrel countries will leave Syria to its own conditions and let it sort its own problem by itself.

Each and every part of angel is essential for angel to continue to be in existence. If all parts work properly and cohesively, a healthy angel will fly jubilantly over the world and whole world will be showered with its magic and earth will be a best place on planet where only and only happiness exists J

News or Noise:

In the age of digital and free world (supposed to be), where print and electronic media is revolutionized beyond one’s imagination, it’s ironic that I am scare to open 90% of the news-channel, news paper, news-website because of their contents. Getting news is no more easy in this era of print and digital revolution, where India is supposed to be saturated with hundreds of news channel and paper. All we manage to get is some non-sense if we dare to flip through these channels or newspaper.

It was my personnel view till now, but no more as the same is resonated by non other but Chairman of Press council Of India (PCI) Justice Markandey Katju. He has endured criticism from different part of media, but his comment nonetheless describes the reality.

In this age of fierce competition where media organization is actually managed by people with degree in business administration , instead of people with experience in journalism, media is losing edge of what actually is called news. There is hardly any difference between news-channel or entertainment channel.

When I flip through different channels, I usually avoid coming across any new-channel (Barring few), which is quite capable of horrifying me. I remember when CERN was to first conduct experiment through Large Hadrons Collider (LHC) on 10th Sep, 2008, there were several rumor about safety of project, worse of all was destruction of world as result of that. I was curious and wanted to know more about the ongoing event. So I decided to watch news. What I came across was: “Breaking news: world is going to be destroyed because of planned LHC experiment by CERN. Only Kashi (a sacred city for Hindus) is going to be survived because it is standing on Shiva’s Trishul”. There were also showing interview of several babas of Kashi who were verifying the fact like an expert. I was flabbergasted; News channel could go no lower. It was not some exceptional case, general trend of news channels and newspaper reflect this, again barring few. The simple minded rural Indian take the words of news channel as the words of god. What affect this news will have on them. Instead of pushing India forward they are pushing it backward. How can anyone expect to root out centuries of feudal and unscientific blind faith from Indian society and establish a progressive and modern society, if the propagator of information (Media) only doing the exact reverse?

On very few news-paper front pages you would ever expect to find some important news. All we get is either news of some so called celebrity (Aishwarya’s Baby shower, Omar Abdullah’s divorce blah blah blah) or some scandal or controversy. 90% of the substance of any newspaper or channel contains something which could be clearly termed as entertainment section. Rest of the 10% struggles to put news. It could be easily understood that how much we Indians are missing. People die because of disease, hunger and poverty in one part of India, but other part of India is unaware of that as hardly any channel or paper finds a space for this news among their schedule crammed with so called popular news.  

I accept in this age of fierce competition one need to go with public mood to stay afloat. But who decides what the public mood is? I am also part of public and so do lots of others who are repulsed by today’s trend. As the Steve Jobs said, “Public never know what to buy”. It’s us who show them the way. Why not show them right way, instead of wrong? It’s easy to capture one’s attention with a picture with lots of color but only a picture that fulfills the criteria of art and quality capture one’s imagination and stay for the long time.

I am happy that in this competition and profit driven news industry there exists some few channels and newspaper whose constant endeavor is to keep us informed. The Hindu group is among them. Though they are little left oriented, but I don’t mind as even newspaper have right to have their own ideology. I have to adjust and balance my view accordingly, but in any case I get some proper and investigative news. I really appreciate them of standing for their ideology even in this age where it does not have any monetary values.

There are lots of happening around us and as a citizen of India we are entitled to know that. Its media’s responsibility to connect us with the rest of India and world. This is the demand of age and media have to listen to this.

Unforgettable smile

Just now I saw an application on Facebook “whose smile is ‘unforgettable’”. There were three options like Mine, Mom, Boyfriend/Girlfriend. Well I can’t say mine, as I hate my smile. I try to do it as little as possible to save others from committing a crime of hate. But title of application reminded me of someone with whom I only had 2 to 3 hour of acquaintance but, since I still remember it, it must be unforgettable J . I cannot remember his face clearly but I can remember his smile, a smile whose assurance and honesty pushed all hesitances out of me and kept me going out of edge, which is really uncommon ;). I don’t get mingle up with person so easily, it takes me month to be myself to talk to a girl/boy unhesitatingly and openly without any hitches. But here I was, talking to him like I have known him for a long time.

I was sitting in the hotel and waiting for my result of my 2^nd round when he came to talk to me (he too was waiting for his turn and he wanted to ask about the interview question and all, as I had finished mine and he was about to be called). He was nice and decent, and perhaps 1^st boy/girl with whom I talked so easily without any pricking and I was feeling so good that even I can be socialable at first meetingJ. Then I got call for 3^rd round and I went. It went around 1 hour and by the time he also cleared 1^st and 2^nd round, and when I returned to my place he welcomed with me the same smile and said something about my interview being gone too long. We went on talking about some other topics(I don’t exactly remember). He kindly offered me to help with job search in good company like Amazon (that’s the one I can remember) and all. And then MindTree’s HR came to me and informed that I have been selected and then boooooom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was happy and I sprinted from hotel like I have a zombie behind me and only breathed when I reached railway station. After reaching I when I cooled down a bit after all those excitement, I thought about that guy and then I realized that I did not even know his name (No idea whether he told me or not). I don’t know what my problem is. Ideally I should have been waited a little more to know what his result was or even for my sake to get more information from MindTree, as I was in no hurry. It was just 4 in evening. I should have at least waited for my professional gain as I could have got more information about opening in some good companies, but I am what I am, and I am completely hopeless :P. People say such acquaintances help you to build a network which is good for you and your career, but that can not happen in case as my dick head will never let me do that. No doubt about that. I don’t know whether that guy was good or not (you can never know that in such a short meeting), but at least first time in my life I felt very easy with someone and I lost that in few hour because of my haughtiness. I don’t know what he must be thinking about me (at that point of timeJ. I am sure he won’t even remember this now), the way I ran It would been have like I had seen some fang in him J.

Anyway it’s good to have remembrance of something as my memory is very poor in such cases. Life is good, don’t live it like me and keep smiling, you never know whom you might impress upon J .

Non Sensical sense :)

My hand was craving to write something, just like a crave to have chocolate or something ;). But what to write? I just wrote a blog and blabber something because I was angry. So it was easy writing when you are angry. Words and content just flow, but if it’s a crave then really difficult to think. I decided to write something which I had in my mind for a while but that needed a little research and I am certainly not in mood for doing that just to satiate my stupid crave. So I decided to just blabber something crap.

But then I thought, shouldn’t I be responsible when I write something on public forum?

Get loss.

It’s my blog, not a newspaper space and I will write whatever I feel like. And any way who read it to get annoyed by my irresponsibility :P. So I am quite free for spilling my non-senseJ.

Day after day passes, I pass many people on my way without realizing or without looking. While wandering in a park if suddenly I look up then it just astonish me, the sky , the tree, how many mundane structure which are mundane to think but if I look at them at that point of time it look wonderful as if I have never seen them. When I travel in a bus with many passengers, I rarely have the feeling that I am surrounded by people, people with different aspiration, different past and future but still the same. But when I come out of my trance and really look at someone then I get a sensation of someone like me in flesh and blood. What’s their story? I don’t try to think.

Where am I going, what’s going to happen, what’s I am missing: countless and meaningless questions like trouble me always. Life goes on but its puzzle instead of being unlocked get more tangled and difficult. Or is it really that difficult? Sometime it feels like an open book or like a normal flow of river with no puzzling complexity, just me and my very simple life. I am confuse.

Many times I feel myself very happy (apparently for no reason), I try to think of the reason, I try harder but could think none. What is it? Why I am feeling happy? Then some silly reason pop up in my mind and I just get astonish that because of this I was so happy whole day. And then I think how could a silly reason like this make me happy for whole day when sometimes even a big event cannot excites a tiny portion of me? How astonishing, how unexplainable? My life goes on…

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and then my 2 day. Will I ever stop getting excited on Friday when I know perfectly that next two day I have to spend with myself at my home and I am quite capable of wasting 48 hours with doing nothing? After Sunday again the week comes and then that also goes in puff and again my days come. My life just goes on……

Every night I expect a thrill from next day but next day goes just as mundane as previous day but I never stop expecting. Dream and expectation are glued to my life such that it never let me breathe in reality. When will I get over all those? I don’t think I will ever be, but thing is that I don’t wanna be. But I know I should be because I think I might have reached to age where dream should take a back seat and let reality creep into its place. So should I? hmmm, forget about it I don’t think I have any control on this ;) . So my life again goes on with this dream J.

Office starts with boring Monday. In my whole IT career, IT industry was never able to occupy my life, my life never revolve around this. My work is never enough to fill my time. My time is highly underutilized, so do my ability. I hardly utilize 1% of it, and funny thing is there isn’t anyone in this world that is/are stopping me to do so. But I still do not do so, and my life just goes on with my wastage…

I have never been an eloquent speaker nor an efficient writer. My grammar sucks; in whole my writing too sucks. I am completely aware of that. But whatever it is, writing comes as easily as breathing. My breathing might be wrong but it’s still essential and pleasant for me. It suits me because I don’t have to open my mouth. It suits me because I don’t have to think about person in front of me before writing, I just have to think about myself. The word that eludes me while speaking flows freely while writing. So I am quite capable of writing nonsense as I am doing nowJ. And hence my nonsense goes on…….

I think this much nonsense is quite sufficient to satisfy my craving for the moment so I’ll stop for the sake of some rare person who dare to read it ;)

Inflating inflation

The week end food inflation index is again up, moving from 8.84 to 9.13 and Finance minister’s statement on this is: “increase in food inflation is area of grave concern”. Haven’t we been listening this same statement for past 2-3 years after release of each weekly inflation data?

No not same always, as I remember at the starting point of inflation spiral statement was something like this “unprecedented growth of India has put more money on Indian’s hand hence spurring the demand, which in turn is actuating the inflation. Inflation is demand driven and govt. can do little about it as it can’t hurt the growth in process”. After some time our minister realizes that he can’t kick this logic on the empty stomach of millions of Indian for so long, so act of denial changed into act of acceptance. This is the new stance adopted by government; when inflation figures come then just show your worried face to media and accept that it’s a disturbing trend, but do nothing about it.

When at first I saw minister accepting this fact then I took sigh of relief that govt. has finally realized the problem and they will take action on it. But soon it was clear that this act of acceptance is not going to result in any concrete action. We have to live and satiate our problem only with a candid admission of problem by our minister.

I don’t know whether growth in this decade is unprecedented or not (it’s certainly not) but shooting price of food articles are certainly unprecedented, which is hitting millions of Indian. 75% Indians are below poverty level (if we don’t consider the frivolous affidavit given by planning commission to the court , as per which person earning 26 rs or more in rural place cannot be considered as poor) who struggle hard for the basic necessity of the life and food constitute large chunk for that struggle. In this scenario if this persisting adamant high inflation completely erodes their income and forces them into an abject poverty where it would be completely impossible to sustain, then who is responsible for this? No matter what is the driving force behind inflation: whether international scenario, or high growth (which is highly unlikely) or high demand or whatever it is, a willing and capable government has always many tools to fight it. And if a government says that it is incapable of doing so then it has no right to govern. There are several short term and long term measure to fight inflation (whatever the reason behind it), but government doesn’t seem to doing anything at all except giving statements. It’s highly probable that now government might have been thinking of some new format of statement to give as we are tired of listening the same statement over and over.

But when we are going to get a policy change instead of a mere statement change? I fervently hope that answer is not: "Never".

Dear Sir and Madam

I belong to a country who is famous for its guru-shishya tradition, I belong to a class who earn their bread using their pen, I belong to a family where study come at the top of the list (my 2^nd uncle never bought a television so that his children would not be deviated from study J ).Having been brought in such environment make me a natural guru worshipper.

Teacher – student relationship is a wonderful relationship where bonding with teacher goes beyond student and touches his/her entire spectrum of life: their hope, future, family and much beyond that.

I have savoured many such relations in my life. I have many wonderful teachers who have secured a very special place in my heart.

One day one of my teachers told us we should never lie, such was the effect of his words that it still resonates in my mind and paralyse me if I ever try to lie. One would think that it is such a simple and silly thing and you hear this lecture by almost everyone or read it in everywhere, but it made a difference in my life when it was uttered by my teacher for whom I have regard as equal to god. There are many such simple thing which we might discard as mere rhetoric but they did made a difference in my life when delivered by my teacher. I have not only earned knowledge from them but learned many important lesson for my life which still guide me through my way.

I will not forget to mention most important teacher of my life: My Mom. She has been guiding me since the time when I first looked upon this world. She has been the best teacher for my academic, moral and physical career and she is still playing that role.

I know I might have been headache for some of my teacher (because of my naughtiness).Many time I have been termed as most notorious student of school by them. One teacher said that how a class monitor is supposed to disciple the class when she herself is the worst disciplined student (I was the monitor ;) ). But even after all this I know they loved me and I loved them all J .

Whatever I am today is because of my teachers, and I know it is not at all sufficient (because I am still nobody L ). They deserve more of me and I have to prove myself for them.

A very happy teacher’s day to all my beloved teachers, May they shine brightly for their entire life. And a very happy teacher’s day to all those teachers whose constant endeavour keep shaping life of millions J