About to be crumbled and mutilated.. LET'S ACT NOW !

ah what's with the morons , YES, i mean the supposed beacons , who SHOULD be showing us the path to glory !? how is it that they unfailingly come out with well chalked out schemes and plans to degrade the flourishing nation? conscientiously at that. the rich and unique spirit of India is 'unity in diversity'. a well known ideology which is sprinkled all over the text books for the kids to imbibe and nurture the thought AND live by it. but wow! what's happening here? an express erosion of that value which identifies itself with our nation, that spirit. the reservation issue reeks, if i may add, STINKS of propaganda. there cant be a thing which is more disgusting than reservations. is it not pretty glaring that the supposed purpose of this policy is destroyed at the time of its germination? if schools are said to be levellers, then why.. why should there be lesser cut-offs for "them" to enter into an institute when the cut-off expected of the more privileged kids is way ahead of the former ?why the discriminaton? can you tell me which class is "ignored"? ha, cant get more ridiculous! when i think so, i get reminded of the reservations looming large on pg courses. why.. why in the world? can you muster the balls you got and go to a doctor who got his medical seat,thanks to the reservation quota? have enough chutzpah to reply in the affirmative? NO ! and yes, it reaches a new, a never-before crescendo when the shrines of learning, the priceless jewels IITs and the IIMs are brought under its unyielding clutches. apalling. the quality which it boasts of, the cream which it churns year after year, for sure will become a thing of the past if these deceitful strategies are given life. the decay is going to be faster. just when the nation is beginning to abandon the tunnel-vision and transcend beyond caste, creed and other lesser things, the blessed politicians come into the picture to seed the almost forgotten vices. man, amazing social service, i must say! did i talk about reservation for women. though am one and yes, i do look forward to a world we ARE treated as equals. but not through quotas, please. i want to be lauded for my capabilities. i dont want the suspicious eyes to dissect me with the afterall-you-got-through-the-"quota" kind of glares . am sure every woman's going to hate that. the already evanascent spirit of India (hey but this spirit ought'nt be volatile like the tangible one..) seems to have evaporated. :(
ppl! lets stand up against it and FIGHT !
sign the online petition !
http://www.petitiononline.com/re225495/petition.html

The Darkness of the Noon..

Even the noon seemed dark
The "dark"- cold and biting
Not a flicker of glimmer
The once forged ties seem severed
Agonisingly sudden and rapid
Groped for some peace
Till I met Futility and beyond
Buried under the dumps
Enduring the burden, its weight
Scaling high, the gloom
The road ahead, the future-
Dangerously uncharted.
What looms large-
The inevitable doom..
Deaf to the bird's tweet
Dead to the kindling breeze
The rustle of the leaves
The music of nature-
Goes unusually unrelished
The flower wilts.. withers..
All shrivelled, ah.. insignificance !

There are phases in life when things just dont seem to go your way, irrespective of the striving.. irrespective of the effort.. Shattered, stifled and broken. To brave It all, to confront It and to overcome It is the issue, nothing more, nothing less !
Peace..

The Bohemian Shade !

The bohemian shade-
Isolated from the trite
The marked unconvention-
Breaking the usual myth
The splash of freshness-
Overwhelming the stale
The artistic ilk-
flowing on the "canvas"
The distinctive style
Enhancing the aura
Shining through
Jumping along-
The visscitudes of life,
Treated with aplomb !
To create a space;
A niche,of her own
Head high and proud,
On achievement precious
The lips curving, shy
On conquering bliss.

My Bus and Richard Branson !

Prologue:
Fervently hope the title of the blog is as sensational as the front-page news in every alternate newspaper, "The President in Jail" when the president "visits" the jail to distribute sweets on Independance Day !

“I missed my bus stop because of Richard Branson”, I said thus, when asked as to why I was late to my class. Obviously, it evoked a vociferous “WHAT?!” from my buddies. Then when I went on to explain that I had missed my stop because I was so engrossed in the book written by Richard Branson, they went like “DUU..H”, more vociferously though! At this juncture, I could not help but think about how our apna media unfailingly revels at ballooning up every damn thing around True, the media is a very powerful tool, and yes, it has been and is a blessing in a glut of avenues. But what is very off-putting is the infantile kind of stand it takes on a limitless number of instances. Ash’s little toe (did I forget to mention the qualifier, “fractured”?) and “The Puppy”, gifted by a certain Vivek Oberoi become instant celebrities. From the retired uncles to the sensex-savvy seem to discuss Anil Ambani’s purportedly private mails to the board of directors of the Reliance over a cup of coffee, like it’s some household issue sorted out? And yes, Masnisha did not name her non-existent pet, Mustafa ! Greg Chappel’s finger apparently seems to make more news than the issues of prime importance.. Delving unnecessarily deep into the trivialities and the likes of it.
Little does It realize that any issue, grave or trivial, if blown-up mindlessly out of proportion would be more than a death blow? A world marred by misinterpretations, misrepresentations, hypo/hyper-hyped issues and so on, the piece of news getting more and more lurid through the train of time, with novel, unbelievable extra fittings which beats the elasticity of creativity. But what is unbeatably crazy is that how the twenty channels manage to churn out twenty seven versions of the same issue, with the same protagonist, antagonists and the rest of the characters? The number of permutations, though, is one mind-boggling number !

Epilogue:
Praying for The Angel of Sanity to raise to the occasion and cast an incantation on the media, making it act with a lot more responsibility, authenticity, discretion and sense.


PS: This is an idea.. On more detail, soon..