"A great accomplishment." "The beginning of a new era". Here comes the change. Good to see these news paper headlines which glorify the Women's reservation bill.
What a great accomplishment in India yet again to make different sections of the society equal through unequal reservations and rights. yet another reservation. This time it is 33 percent reservation for women in the parliament and assemblies. Bravo Bravo Congress....
Do we really need this? Statistics say that already nearly 25-30 percent of these posts are held by women. then what purpose does this serve? We are very well aware of the rabri-lalu game. The wife gets the post the husband gets the power. Whatever it may be. Women are downplayed, betrayed, blah blah... This is how we fight it? Wtever it is. It has made all the women happy though.
The president of the ruling party-> a women, the leader of the opposition-> a women, the speaker-> a women. But still women are not given importance. In our country I think the "fight to achieve motto" has been forgotten long ago after BR Ambedkar's reservation amendments. And Arjun singh relived the glory of ambedkar a few years back.
The irony of these ammendments is that they implement inequality to promote equality. I was amazed with the reply sonia madam(like rosaiah calls her) gave on being asked what if the men become a minority in the parliament. The reply: Then we ll have reservation for men as well. Wah kya reply hai.. Godly.
Lalu uncle stepped in as heroes to oppose the bill and for what "More reservation for OBC women. Then there will be reservation for SC, ST, PH, Army men, OBC, BBC , ABC, people with white hair, girls with brown eyes, Guys with six pack. This is how India will become a global power and promote democracy.
Call me a male chauvinist or whatever. But this is not against you, ladies. Its about what policies we are following. I think the government should take an exact survey to find out the exact numbers for each section all over and give reservation to all. Why only to a few sections. Make sure that the reservation is proportionate to their population.
Bus mein baithna ho toh reservation, College mein seat ke liye reservation, Movie ki ticket ke liye reservation, pub mein jaane ke liye reservation, parliament mein reservation jahaan bhi dekho reservation hi reservation. Happy womens day. Crap. Wts so happy about that? If you are happy why are you not happy for men equally? Less Income Tax for women? Why.. because they have to spend more money on make up? An exclusive awards function for women?
All men out there. Soon you ll be fined and jailed for being men. Its a crime.
For you women: You rock. You have made all MPs piss in their pants. Way to go.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Lucky to Live
25th April 1988 .. Hospital X.. Guntur... waa waa waa... Congratulations.. Its a boy.. BPK is born...
The next task for my parents was to name me. According to my stars I was supposed to be called with a name starting from Ta, Te, Tu. They could hardly figure a word starting with those syllables.. forget a name. Finally my granpa thought screw the stars .. Name him praveen.
School Days.. Greatest ever. The teachers were the best. They always wanted me out of the class for some reason or the other. I always wondered why are they so biased towards me. Why don't they give this chance to others as well who were bored of the stupid classes. Anyways I guess I was just lucky to enjoy the privilege.
3rd Grade- I always wondered that whether I even exist in this class. Hardly anyone knows me. I am not even on the map. I prepared pretty well for the Mid term exams. At least I hoped to be in the top 25 out 50, though it never happened for quite some years from then. English exam. In an answer I had to write a date. say 24th July. OK. How do we spell it. J U L Y .. crap that's julie a girls name. That's not a month. After a lot of thinking I cracked the code it was 24th JULAI. But still to confirm I just peeped into another girls answer sheet. Bingo... I was caught. The first time I cheated. That to for July. Bull shit. wasn't so lucky or was I? I learnt how to spell July. +ve thinking.
IX Grade:- This is when I found a new character in myself. This was the belligerent me. Not to accept any sort of injustice. I was a revolutionary (naat). Well my school was crippled with a corrupt principal who would even promote a 3 yr old to 10th grade if the price was right. Along with him, was his puppy our physics teacher who would leak out the paper to students who would take tutions from him. That was it. I have had enough. Had a few arguments with them. They threatened me to screw me on my practical marks in 10th board. Scared, I moved to a different school in Hyderabad in JULY(:P), that year. Then it was the Good/Bad news. Our principal was murdered. His rule ended. Muhahahaha... That's wt happens when u mess with BPK or BPK messes with you.. wt ever. So I moved across states, to a different school for nothing? God damn it. I Should have waited for another month. Guss. Lets move on...
X Grade:- Wt a boarding school. No outside food allowed. i even did not need any. They fed us like pigs. We hardly ate. We hogged over the dining table. The mess was a temple. Breakfast ummmmm... 12-15 idliys, 10 vadas, 5 dosas wtever. double the number wt a normal human being would eat. We used to drink dal. It was God himself in the form of a cook. When I joined the school I played football.. when I left it I was the football. Who cares. idi anta matti ee ga. It was just, koncham ekkuva matti. Lucky I was. Great food. I did well in acads. topped class. All the confidence I needed. I was the king, the most intelligent student. A frog in the well. Soon as I left, the school went bankrupt probably because of the enormous food expenses our batch gave them. The school closed down. Lucky me.
Intermediate or +2- Gowtam Jnr Colloge. Rankers manufacturing Factory. 1600 students. Am I even worth competing with these ppl and the 2 lakh other out there. Who cares. I was worried about the food quality more. Limited breakfast. Queue for lunch. Stinky bathrooms. Packed up Dorms. Uncomfortable classes. No birds to watch. Ya this is what hell looks like. Luckily found great friends without whom this would have been a lot more painful. Life was compressed into Option A B C D. I could hardly answer anything unless given four options. Hard work( Read as torture) helped me get into BITS. Unluckily the college had a management crisis as soon as I left. Another college chain giant bought it.
Graduation:- Paradise. Forget less gals, desert, bad food, old hostels, heat , cold. Who cares. No ATTENDANCE. Yes you can say that again. No attendance. Wt else do prisoners from a Nazi concentration camp need more than no attendance. Surrounded by masayahs read seniors. Orey memu elago chadavaledu meeru anna chadavandi. Hippocracy. I hate it. We followed a different path. Memu chadavaledu .. maa juniors ni chadavanivvaledu. 4 yrs of hardly work. Lucky to be here. Clubs, fests, games, lachas, viddu and nandu. wt else do u want from your college life. It was a trend that the educational institute I study in gets hit by a problem soon after I leave. But this time it came early. Recession hits Bits Pilani. Lost all hopes to get placed. Companies which rarely asked even your last name before employing you. The same company now wants to know "What did the mother of the creator of the 8086 microP had for breakfast?". The ball was in their court. Crap. Not just the ball, they had the whole court for themselves. All of a sudden they did not want just employees, they wanted scientists. Screw you. we decided to go for satyagraha. Cricket, Lan Games, Cards, Tr8s. Yes we fought back with non violence. Thus we managed to pass out of bits in the specified duration of 4 yrs.
Present Day: Management happened to be my field of interest. CAT, XAT, NMAT wtever ends with AT. Hopes, plans, ambitions. In spite of a sub standard CAT test series I was lucky to have managed a decent score. missed IIM A n S though so far. Is the bad luck next? Who cares. I have a back up job to support me for another year. Hoping for the best and prepared for the worst. Hardly any disappointment. Happy for anything.
Now I wonder are these all ups and downs in life out of hard work, commitment, ignorance, laziness, good luck, bad luck. I guess not. Its none of these. I think its just LIFE. Face it, feel it, fight it, enjoy it, LIVE IT.
The next task for my parents was to name me. According to my stars I was supposed to be called with a name starting from Ta, Te, Tu. They could hardly figure a word starting with those syllables.. forget a name. Finally my granpa thought screw the stars .. Name him praveen.
School Days.. Greatest ever. The teachers were the best. They always wanted me out of the class for some reason or the other. I always wondered why are they so biased towards me. Why don't they give this chance to others as well who were bored of the stupid classes. Anyways I guess I was just lucky to enjoy the privilege.
3rd Grade- I always wondered that whether I even exist in this class. Hardly anyone knows me. I am not even on the map. I prepared pretty well for the Mid term exams. At least I hoped to be in the top 25 out 50, though it never happened for quite some years from then. English exam. In an answer I had to write a date. say 24th July. OK. How do we spell it. J U L Y .. crap that's julie a girls name. That's not a month. After a lot of thinking I cracked the code it was 24th JULAI. But still to confirm I just peeped into another girls answer sheet. Bingo... I was caught. The first time I cheated. That to for July. Bull shit. wasn't so lucky or was I? I learnt how to spell July. +ve thinking.
IX Grade:- This is when I found a new character in myself. This was the belligerent me. Not to accept any sort of injustice. I was a revolutionary (naat). Well my school was crippled with a corrupt principal who would even promote a 3 yr old to 10th grade if the price was right. Along with him, was his puppy our physics teacher who would leak out the paper to students who would take tutions from him. That was it. I have had enough. Had a few arguments with them. They threatened me to screw me on my practical marks in 10th board. Scared, I moved to a different school in Hyderabad in JULY(:P), that year. Then it was the Good/Bad news. Our principal was murdered. His rule ended. Muhahahaha... That's wt happens when u mess with BPK or BPK messes with you.. wt ever. So I moved across states, to a different school for nothing? God damn it. I Should have waited for another month. Guss. Lets move on...
X Grade:- Wt a boarding school. No outside food allowed. i even did not need any. They fed us like pigs. We hardly ate. We hogged over the dining table. The mess was a temple. Breakfast ummmmm... 12-15 idliys, 10 vadas, 5 dosas wtever. double the number wt a normal human being would eat. We used to drink dal. It was God himself in the form of a cook. When I joined the school I played football.. when I left it I was the football. Who cares. idi anta matti ee ga. It was just, koncham ekkuva matti. Lucky I was. Great food. I did well in acads. topped class. All the confidence I needed. I was the king, the most intelligent student. A frog in the well. Soon as I left, the school went bankrupt probably because of the enormous food expenses our batch gave them. The school closed down. Lucky me.
Intermediate or +2- Gowtam Jnr Colloge. Rankers manufacturing Factory. 1600 students. Am I even worth competing with these ppl and the 2 lakh other out there. Who cares. I was worried about the food quality more. Limited breakfast. Queue for lunch. Stinky bathrooms. Packed up Dorms. Uncomfortable classes. No birds to watch. Ya this is what hell looks like. Luckily found great friends without whom this would have been a lot more painful. Life was compressed into Option A B C D. I could hardly answer anything unless given four options. Hard work( Read as torture) helped me get into BITS. Unluckily the college had a management crisis as soon as I left. Another college chain giant bought it.
Graduation:- Paradise. Forget less gals, desert, bad food, old hostels, heat , cold. Who cares. No ATTENDANCE. Yes you can say that again. No attendance. Wt else do prisoners from a Nazi concentration camp need more than no attendance. Surrounded by masayahs read seniors. Orey memu elago chadavaledu meeru anna chadavandi. Hippocracy. I hate it. We followed a different path. Memu chadavaledu .. maa juniors ni chadavanivvaledu. 4 yrs of hardly work. Lucky to be here. Clubs, fests, games, lachas, viddu and nandu. wt else do u want from your college life. It was a trend that the educational institute I study in gets hit by a problem soon after I leave. But this time it came early. Recession hits Bits Pilani. Lost all hopes to get placed. Companies which rarely asked even your last name before employing you. The same company now wants to know "What did the mother of the creator of the 8086 microP had for breakfast?". The ball was in their court. Crap. Not just the ball, they had the whole court for themselves. All of a sudden they did not want just employees, they wanted scientists. Screw you. we decided to go for satyagraha. Cricket, Lan Games, Cards, Tr8s. Yes we fought back with non violence. Thus we managed to pass out of bits in the specified duration of 4 yrs.
Present Day: Management happened to be my field of interest. CAT, XAT, NMAT wtever ends with AT. Hopes, plans, ambitions. In spite of a sub standard CAT test series I was lucky to have managed a decent score. missed IIM A n S though so far. Is the bad luck next? Who cares. I have a back up job to support me for another year. Hoping for the best and prepared for the worst. Hardly any disappointment. Happy for anything.
Now I wonder are these all ups and downs in life out of hard work, commitment, ignorance, laziness, good luck, bad luck. I guess not. Its none of these. I think its just LIFE. Face it, feel it, fight it, enjoy it, LIVE IT.
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