Words-Worth…..

 

Being a petty member of our human race It just happened to me to brief out something which I feel is a stigma on the face of mankind. And moreover being a part of the civil society I reserve every right to express my concern over the issue.

I hope nobody is going to freak out if I say trust if the most basic requirement for a relation to flourish. We as humans have been bestowed by the almighty several different ways to express our trust. The day I filled out the verbosely designed form for TISCO I took it as a chance to express something that I would like to give back to the society. Society gives us so many things. How do we revert back to it? As the citizens are we trustworthy? Can our words be trusted?

Before commenting anything over this dilemma of mine I would like to share something with you fellahs. I happened to go to my our newly appointed placement officer before the Indian Army interview to get my certificates attested. I was not carrying my original certificates with me. So I requested the professor to countersign my certificates. He simply nodded his head signalling that he was not going to attest the copies under any circumstances. Being a very untidy and careless person I had forgotten to collect my certificates from the college those were submitted at the time of admission. But when I am wrong I accept the fault is mine. But my certificates were genuine. Even a electronics professor tried to convince the stubborn ass by saying that he knows me personally and my certificates were original. But he was rigid. But he didn’t know that no body cares for his uncanny stupid attitude. We are used to ignore such professors as we are NITPians. And I could attend the interview without any attestation required.

The point I want to make over here is that why is the value of a man’s word so low. He could have had faith in me and countersigned my certificates as it was only a formality. But the ever so growing cases of forgery, fraud and corruption have forced our authorities to have there balls in their throat. They are scared.

Leave my case talking about the general life. If a man at the railway station comes to you and seeks some help saying that his wallet has been stolen. 95 % among us would walk away pretending that we don’t care and as if the guy seeking help is a beggar or a criminal. What if your son, brother or somebody close happens to be stranded in a metropolis and be mistreated like dirt? YEAH that’s where the weak link is. Had I been the ward of some professor or the dean the Placement officer would have attested my certificates without even caring for whether they are true copies or the the scanned ones.

So my dilemma is why has the value of our words  declined so much. Even if it comes to making relations. Why are we scared in getting committed? Just because we don’t trust our partner as much as we should. And why wouldn’t we be scared when we can’t rule out the chances of being betrayed at some point of time. Even the strongest of the relations get screwed up because of petty issues and minor misunderstandings. Even I couldn’t fathom it how this dog’s summer whistled passed sweeping all the greens from the olive rendering me pale and devastated. Even I never could imagine how my words were not worth it.

Independence Day: A Lump in my throat

This special day is once again upon us, swelling our hearts with pride as we try to manoeuvre our way through traffic diversions (to make way for the iconic appearances of our political and bureaucratic bigwigs) amid the loudspeakers blaring out patriotic songs—some of them almost as old as our freedom. There is always a lump in my throat as I bow my head, saluting the national tricolour on this momentous day when India awoke to freedom as the rest of the world slept.

Alas! We seem to have gone back to a deep independence induced slumber, rising bleary eyed occasionally, on days like this one today, and going back to a state of blissful ineptitude for the rest of the year. Independence Day seems to have become like any other special day dedicated to specific causes – Mother’s Day, Teacher’s Day, Doctor’s Day, Environment Day ....the list is endless. But isn’t Independence Day a bit different from all these? Isn’t it a heady combination of all of them and many more? Unless we are efficient administrators, loving parents, dedicated teachers and doctors and responsible, law abiding citizens, we have no right to rejoice in our freedom.

We freed ourselves physically from the much touted tyranny of the British Raj 63 years ago. But we are yet to gain independence from the insensitive and parochial attitude of our own leaders—be they political, religious or social. As long as people are deprived of two square meals a day, the powers-to-be pilfer the natural wealth of country to fill their own coffers in the name of development, women (and men) are killed in the name of family prestige, hatred is fomented in the name of religion, and lawlessness becomes a synonym for power, we cannot call ourselves independent or free.

The India- Pakistan Peace March and candle light processions for solidarity are laudable initiatives of the civil society seeking peaceful solutions to fiery problems. But the ideas of peaceful coexistence propagated by them have to be imbibed in spirit and not be lost as rhetoric. These efforts have to become more than a ritual. They have to become our way of life.

The real freedom of the spirit, which the Mahatma wanted to instil in us, is still eluding us, or perhaps we are yet not strong enough to imbibe it in our thoughts words and actions. Freedom from want and desire may be too tall an order. But at least we can tread this path carefully and remember that ‘My freedom ends where someone else’s begins’. Only if we could try to live by this credo, there would be no female foeticides, no inhuman subjugation of the weak, and no atrocities on innocent citizens.
There is a lot to be proud of, and yet, a lot of shame needs to be wiped off from all around us, the Commonwealth Games notwithstanding.

JAI HIND!!!

Branch X 2KY SAGA

At first I thought to title the draft as the MECHANICAL 2K7 SAGA. But somehow my inner self did lighten up my thoughts and I renamed it to what the copy in your hands read. The reason behind this was simply this is not just about one single branch and also not about one single batch. This thing can happen to anyone. Maybe some of our beloved junior would get so much frustrated with the so incompetent college administration that he might take up some action really drastic. And let you fellahs be warned that even on that day you would be able to do nothing. But one thing that you can be sure of that college administration will issue a threatening notice, as it is used to, addressed to those who come in support for the victim. Also one thing I should tell you is that while writing this I have tried to be as calmed down and tried going really easy. In fact I have written this half heartedly because had I written in my only known verse to me, I am scared I would have ended up in the worst DISCO in this world. Also I would have had shit thrashed out of that pschycic prof. One reason is also I didn’t feel like being booed away by lovely ladies crowd.

SYSTEM SYSTEM SYSTEM!!! WTF????

I don’t know why everyone in this college is so more familiar with this insane word. Maybe the reason is so obvious.’ There isn’t one’. Had there been any system in the college the so more precious careers of 21 wanna-be-engineers would have been saved. But we just kept running from chambers to chambers and guess what the hideous demons working under the covers of this pet word SYSTEM kept literally humiliating us. One thing that utterly freaks me out that do you go to your HOD, who is supposed to be your first mentor, to hear this lame excuse that “I can’t help”? He somehow forwards your application with so clear goose bumps to the Dean, Academics. And then you have to hear it again. “I wish I could help son”. What the fuck???

The biggest disappointment is the Director. Oh c’mon man you are sitting on an esteemed chair of a DIRECTOR. This is a deemed university. You have all the power in that green ink of yours that is supposed to be used to save the asses of the masses. Especially when you know this prof has deliberately detained the students.

One thing I am most impressed about that prof is that he has shown to us what one single prof can do with your life and how powerful his pen is. And these masked demons of this whole fucked up system (HOD, Dean, Director) have shown what it really means to be a coward. Or in more appropriate terms what it really mean to be incompetent.

I would give them an advice, please step down from your respective chairs if you can hear the voices of your inner soul and it is as dirty as your actions are.

 

TO BE CONTINUED……

WARM REMEMBRANCE !!!

 

…As I remember You

I pictured your Gorgeous Eyes looking at me so Passionately,

And Tender, that they whispered to my soul.

 

…As I remember You

I remembered when your Lips first Oh! so sweetly caressed mine.

And I knew I was in Love.

 

…As I remember You

I closed my eyes and thanked god for leading me up to you,

And for giving me such a Precious Gift of Love.

 

…As I remember You

I couldn’t remember a day when I didn’t have You,

Because My Life began when my Heart met Yours.

 

A WARM REMEMBRANCE OF YOU

CAN LAST ME A LIFETIME THROUGH !!!

…..!!@@!!