Simple pleasures of life

Who doesn't want to have fun or even a blast all the time ??? yes all of us or most of us...but we do feel at times..to move away from the crowd..from the noise from the tensions and yeah even from responsibilities......

Drinking that hot coffee sip by sip on a rainy day..... glancing through the black & white albums of our parents... the flash back of our school/college days... the pani puri we enjoyed near the road corner.. the sky watching we often did during summer...or staring at the silent sea for hours....wow great!!!!! isn't it??
and one can go one adding to this never ending list...

As someone said..we live life in two parts..the first half in doing or achieveing things we want to and the next one in cherishing those wonderful moments....

So lets live today for a tommorrow , which we can cherish....

Let's live life to the fullest.
Let's live life through such simple pleasures...

Cheers

-Adi

Mr.Politician - Don't divide us.

As the title says, the below stuff is all about the 'divide & rule' policy continued by our esteemed netas ...even after the British raj.

In a time when the country's welfare seems to be the last priority and self interests rule, these kind of opportunistic people can be found everywhere. Thank God, there’s a hurdle in the name of Supreme Court [Hmm..but even that's not spared!!] . Be it the Allahabad High Court's decision on minority status to the Muslims or the stay for the proposed Quota for OBC’s in Central institutions by SC, the issue boils down to the same point,
“Discriminate and/or divide in the name of correcting the past mistakes or reforms”

In a country, which is called secular, which promises every citizen of equal rights and opportunities...discrimination is carried out in open. In the name of social justice it is even passed as legislation. The funny part is - Almost all the political parties accepting it , without even raising a single question about its credibility [ Huh..such a sorry state of vote bank politics ]. Worse, there's no single 'acceptable' data on which the 'reservation bill' was passed and everyone, including some great minds [of very few] in our system just nodded their heads to this.

Few questions:

• Agreed that reservation has benefited a section of the society, but how many meritorious students have lost out just because of their caste and for no mistake of theirs???
• How long this should continue??? – Seems there’s no word about this in the bill.
• What will happen to the core issue of “Creamy layer” being kept out of these benefits??
• Who will help the real needy, who’s a non-OBC or non-minority??
  [ Is it going to be – “Sorry , you cannot be helped??”]
  And I can throw lots of such questions.

My experience:

Till the date I entered into the college, I never cared for the castism fundas. Irrespective of our castes, we were taught the same lessons, we were looked after in the same way, we chanted the same Sanskrit subhashitams, shared the same bench and even food.. but all until one-day things changed.

At the counseling for professional college admissions after my 12th, a separate list of merit was prepared based on the castes for allocation of Engg & Medical seats. Inspite of my decent scoring, nowhere in the colleges of my choice I was able to get a ‘free merit seat’. For the first time I experienced the brunt of de-valuing the merit. On the contrary seats were thrown open for the so called backwards.

The one, who always took drop to school in a Honda-city or the one who lived in a palace like home, suddenly became ‘backward!!’ and walked away with the seats of their choice . And also, should mention that, they had just managed to clear their examinations and were far below from me on the scoreboard.
And there are a plenty of these kinds of stories to be told…

I always feel that, the major sufferers of the reservation will be the average middle class, non-backward Indians. For whom, it could really be a difference in making or breaking their life.But again who cares??

Final punch:

Reservation has failed to achieve its desired objectives. so scrap it. Have long-term goals. Affirmative action is the way out. Don’t even give reservation to financially backward, but give them financial aid.
After all we don’t want to see Indians as ‘backward’ forever right??
Let the country progress :-)

-Adi

On the cards....

Below are some of the topics.. I plan to write on in the coming days..[ Not necessarily in order]

• Mr.Politician - Don't divide us.
• Golden days of my life - NCC days
• How I made, half of them jealous - the Ekta story
• A day @ Camp
• My sanskrit Guru
• Wannabe Air-warrior - where's he now??
• Young & energetic Doddappa
• Tulsi - Our Home minister [ well she's our maid servant]
• Mr.Clean
• Continuous learning
• Taxman - Spare me with some money
• G2-401 - The story of an apartment.

.....and intend to write much more....let me see how I go

PS: All these are subject to "how dear my manager will be with me in the near future" :-)

-Adi

Adi scratches....Denying a drill

Well..The entire stuff below.. is what I scratched within minutes..denying a heavy-duty drilling in the DSP [= Digital Signal Processing, right ??!!] class. The last days of college life, the thumbs-down in Air-Force interview & missing the Infy’s written test by just 0.3% of aggregate marks [I work for the very same company now, which can be another story :-)] had made my condition further worse. So when I saw Menon the great, testing his new ball point pen with some great art work and his name being written in plenty of styles, Out of jealous, I also got into the act of writing down something [I promise.. I wasn’t really sure what to write??] and the result is below for you to see…

PS: This is one of my first pieces of written-work. [Very obvious isn’t’ it??]
At the end, if you get “Moral of the Story”, do let me know. J

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Adi Scratches …
- Denying a drill

“Is it me??” the question I ask for myself very often. There is nothing special about it. Everyone, who is addicted to the fever of ‘self-analysis’, will do the same. Definitely it’s a fever, which peeps now & then and contributes a lot to restrict one within the bounds.

‘Who am I?’ ‘What am I?’ ‘Where am I heading?’ , there is no end to the quest. It’s really unfortunate that many homosapiens loose their life, before they find answers to these questions. On the contrary, a few do it at the early stages and glow to the greatest.

Always, there are two ways, through which a fellow can learn – ‘what to be’ & ‘what not to be’. One asks you to go ahead, whereas the other cautions you against the odds.

Busy, busy, busy. I’m bored by this term, which makes man absolutely a moving machine. That’s why I say; sometimes loneliness is a boon in disguise. It’s the utmost requirement to chant the self-analysis mantra.

Switching back to the period, when I was a schoolie, I could see a bundle of milestones, a few of which pumped me up and a lot, which sucked me down. Upset?? Ne…up’s and downs are essentialities to term one normal. At the same time, downs add value to the ups. I believe, life is not what we get, but mostly what we go on to negotiate.

The college days were really a disaster to me. W.Churchill said, “The first duty of a university is to teach wisdom; not trade; character not technicalities”. And this is what exactly didn’t happened , when I was a colleger :-( . Having said that, past is totally irrelevant now and future is that, what I make it.

I’m afraid of losing. Losing those wonderful days of my life. The innocence, the child in me, the campus environment [Infy isn’t bad actually], the teachers, friends oh..God!! I’m losing everything.

But reality speaks. ‘To gain, one has to loose [something] ’. With hopes in heart, reality in front, I’m winding up from such moments. With absolutely nowhere to go, cloud of confusion has covered on me. A ray of hope still flashes in between, confirming its presence. It makes me aware of the fact , for which I have to live. The time only will expose the unseen fate of mine. Waiting to see it, I’m passing on the days. Truly it’s gamble , that how all my dreams will become a reality. I’m on, to play it….


Scratching ends here and so as the denied drill to me J.

-Adi