Thursday, October 4, 2012

Mr. Kejriwal! Here are my wishes!

Congratulations my Nation! Our democracy is richer today because Indian voters have got one more option to choose from. Well known social activist Arvind Kejriwal announced the formation of a political party on the auspicious occasion of 143rd birth anniversary of Gandhiji.



But the real question is how his party will be different from a bunch of other parties that we have? First of all, I want his party to be a benchmark for all other parties. I want that there should be an internal democracy within the party in a democratic country like there was in congress before independence (it should be like ‘FDI in multi-brand retail’ resolution was passed by cong. With 32 votes for and 14 votes against it). I am unable to understand how almost all the decisions are taken unanimously within all major parties. I can’t agree on almost all the views of any of my friends around me. It would strengthen the idea of democracy within the party which will be helpful for the nation as people with contrasting views would learn to accommodate and respect other’s views at the party level. Secondly, I want it to be a full time activist party whether it is in power or not. Its members should always work for the people. Today I see that almost all the major political parties become active only during election time and if they lose they disappear; even the winning one’s members also do not connect with the people after the elections. I mean what are you there for? For winning or losing or bringing some change to the masses. Of course one can bring a huge amount of change by coming to power. But you can also do a lot of constructive works during the rest of the time.

I agree with Kejriwal’s view of decentralization of power that if a decision related to a village road or drinking water has to be taken, it should be taken at panchayat or block level, not at MP or MLA level. It gives enormous scope for misconduct and negligence. PRI’s should be given more power. The money spent and functioning of political parties is amongst the best kept secrets in the world’s largest democracy. This should go. There should be more transparency in the functioning of a political party. It should work for the upliftment of downtrodden sections of our society. Today our political parties stick to tokenism. They (or even masses) think that by merely giving reservations, they are done with their duty. Reservations are necessary but not a sufficient condition (I think no one disagrees with reservations per se , you may disagree with Govt. of India’s reservation policy but you need some kind of affirmative action to bridge this huge gap in the society). I feel disheartened when the educated youth of India think of politics as some sort of ‘garbage’. It is good that they feel connected with Kejriwal. He can restore their faith in our political system.


At last I would say that certainly Kejriwal’s path is ‘full of thorns’ and there will always be scores of people criticizing him (firstly, they accused him of being anti-democratic and now of having political ambitions). But he should always remember the famous quote of Gandhiji:-
                                   First they ignore you,

then they laugh at you,

then they fight you,

and then you win.


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Author is my friend, Avinash Kumar; Currently Mechanical Engineering, final year student at Indian Institute of Technology, Roorkee. Though I can bet he does not remember even name of his courses. he can talk hours on politics and society, preferably over samosa!!

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

यहीं तो दुनियादारी हैं.

कहने को तो हमारे पांच पड़ोसी थे; पर हमारा आना जाना सिर्फ दो घरों में था. बाकि तीन घरों से हमें दूर रहने की हिदायत मिलती थी, क्यूंकि हमारे घर वाले उन्हें अपने बराबरी का नहीं मानते थे. पर हम बच्चें कहाँ ऊँच-नीच देखने वाले थे. हम बच्चों के बराबरी वाले लोग तो उन्हीं ३ घरो में थे. हमारी क्रिकेट टीम तो उन्ही तीन घरो से बनती थी. अब ये बात घर वालों को कौन समझाए. उन्हें तो राजू में उसके चाय बेचने वाले पापा नज़र आते थे और अर्जुन में उसके चपरासी दादा. घर का आलम ये था कि जबान से एक रोड छाप शब्द छिटका , और इधर माँ के ताने शुरू, " अब राजू- अर्जुन के साथ दिन भर रहोगे तो यही सीखोगे ना "








खैर धीरे -धीरे समय बीतता गया . दसवी तक तो हम तीनों पढ़े , फिर मैं आगे की पढ़ाई करने दिल्ली आ गया . दो साल बाद छुटियों में वापस लौटा तो कभी कभी आस पड़ोस के बच्चों को पढ़ा दिया करता था. राजू अपने पापा के चाय के ठेले पर काम करने लगा था. एक दिन जब मैं कहीं से अपनी बाइक पर अपने लम्बे बालों को हवा में लहरातें हुए, मन ही मन खुद को जॉन अब्राहम समझता हुआ, घर वापस लौट रहा था तो सामने लाल साइकिल पर कोई जाता दिखा. साइकिल जानी-पहचानी लग रही थी. साइकिल चलाने वाले को देखकर मुझे साइकिल और मेरा रिश्ता याद आ गया. बारहवी जन्मदिन पर मेरी दादी ने मुझे एक साइकिल भेंट की थी. मैंने तब नयी नयी साइकिल सीखी थी. शाम का बेसब्री से इंतज़ार था, साइकिल जो सभी को दिखानी थी. राजू-अर्जुन दोनों ने बहुत तारीफ कि. २ दिनों बाद राजू ने भी नयी साइकिल खरीदी.







लाल रंग की चमचमाती साइकिल.







मेरे घर वालों को राजू का साइकिल खरीदना तनिक भी नहीं सुहाया. उन्हें चाय वाले के परिवार पर कटाक्ष करने का एक नया मौका मिल गया. मुहँ पर न सही पीछे ही पापा बोले," चाय वाले का बेटा मेरे बेटे से मुकाबला करेगा."







आज लाल साइकिल पर वही राजू था. अपने उम्र से १५ साल ज्यादा दिख रहा था. एकबारगी तो मन किया कि गाड़ी रोक कर हाल चाल पूछ लूं. लेकिन फिर चाह कर भी ब्रेक नहीं लगा पाया. मन की झिझक ने पैर की शक्ति ही सोख ली, ब्रेक लगाने की ताकत ही नहीं बची. रास्ते भर विचारों से मन भारी था. अगले दिन चीनी खरीदने रोड पर निकला तो सामने की दवा की दुकान से राजू चाय के खाली गिलास बटोरता निकला. कुछ पलों के लिए नज़रें भी मिली, फिर उसने नज़रें झुका ली. वो भयावह शुन्य था उसकी आँखों में. लगा जैसे उन आँखों ने उम्मीद भी छोड़ दी है और उमंग भी; उन आँखों में न तो उमंग थी ना ही निराशा; ना इच्छा थी और ना ही दुःख; था तो शिर्फ़ शुन्य.







मैंने भी उसे उस दिन नहीं रोका.







राजू का चेहरा मेरी आखों से नहीं जा रहा था. मैं बार बार अपना ध्यान हटाना चाहता था; पर मेरी सुई तो वही अटकी थी. क्या वो शर्म है जो उसे मुझसे मिलने से रोक रही है. क्या सिर्फ इसलिए क्योंकि वो एक चायवाला है.? क्या मैं एक चाय वाले को दोस्त कह कर छोटा हो जाऊंगा? अगर हाँ तो चाय वाला छोटा क्यूँ है? समाज ने चोरी-डकैती को गलत काम बोल रखा है, राजू वैसे कोई काम तो नहीं करता फिर भी वो छोटा क्यूँ है. अचानक मैंने सोचा, खेत में काम करने वालों को भी तो मैं हेय-दृष्टी से देखता हूँ.







क्यूँ?







क्यूंकि मैंने उनसे ज्यादा पढाई की है, क्या सिर्फ चंद किताबें हमें दूसरों से ऊपर कर देती हैं. पर ऐसा तो आदि काल से चला आ रहा है. ब्राह्मणों को भी सर्वोच्च स्थान इसीलिए मिला क्यूंकि वो चारो वर्णों में सबसे ज्यादा पढ़े लिखे थे. मेरे मन में द्वन्द चल रहा था. थोड़ी देर बाद मुझे मेरे और राजू के बीच की दुरी का एहसास हुआ. आज अगर राजू को पर्याप्त संसाधन और प्रेरणा मिलती तो शायद वो भी मेरी जगह होता. अब आपके पड़ोस का लड़का इतना महान तो है नहीं की खुद से ही सब कुछ पढ़ ले, वर्ना आज फैराडे इतना विशिस्ट नहीं होता.







मुझे बचपन की याद आ गयी. हमारे क्रिकेट ग्राउंड के एक और नाली थी. हमारा नियम ये था कि जो भी गेंद उस नाली में मरेगा वही वो गेंद निकलेगा. बच्चे भगवन का रूप क्यूँ होते हैं? क्यूंकि उस समय मैंने ये नहीं कहा कि तू चाय वाले का बेटा है, तेरा काम है वो गेंद निकालना. मेरे पापा बड़े अफसर हैं, मैं क्यूँ अपने हाथ गंदे करूँ. जैसे जैसे बच्चे बड़े होते हैं, उनको सिखाया जाता हैं कि ये तुम्हारा हैं और ये पड़ोसी का. ये सही है, वो गलत हैं.







यहीं तो दुनियादारी हैं.







कुछ लोग कहते हैं कि राजू छोटा हैं. बड़े लोगों के बीच उसको उठने- बैठने की तमीज़ नहीं. बात-चीत की नजाकत नहीं. खाने पिने की नफासत नहीं. क्या हम ये नजाकत-नफासत माँ के पेट से सीख के आते हैं? जिस घर में दो जून खाने के लाले हो; वो नफासत सीख कर क्या करेगा. लेकिन इसका कतई ये मतलब नहीं कि हम राजू को एक मनुष्य के रूप में इज्ज़त न करे. जिसने जिंदगी भर भोजपुरी फिल्म देखी हो, वो अल पिनको की क्या बात करेगा. पहली बात तो उसे मौका देना चाहिए; और अगर मौका ना दे पाए तो कम से कम इज्ज़त वाली नज़र ही सही. राजू जैसे लोगों की सहायता के लिए बैठाये गए अफसर सरकारी योजनाओ से ५% पैसे खाएं और फिर भी शान से पूरे शहर में गाड़ी से घूमें. वहीँ अगर राजू अपनी चाय के लिए ४ के बजाये ५ रुपये मांग ले तो हम "लूटता है " कह कर उसे दुत्कार देते हैं.







शायद यहीं दुनियादारी हैं.







बुकर टी वाशिंगटन ने एक बार कहा, "कोई जाति तब तक संपन्न नहीं हो सकती जब तक वह ये ना समझे की खेत जोतने में उतना ही सम्मान है जितना कविता लिखने में". राजू को अपना सर नीचा करने की कोई आवश्यकता नहीं है जब तक वह ईमानदारी से अपना काम करे. कुछ सालों बाद जब मैं छुट्टियों में घर आया तो राजू अपने ओसरे में छोटे बच्चे के साथ खेल रहा था .मुझसे रहा नही गया. जा पहुँचा उसके ओसरे और खली पड़ी चारपाई पर बैठ गया .



"कहो राजू,क्या हाल है?"



"सब आप देख ही रहे है.ये मेरा बेटा है,प्यार से छुटकू बोलते है".



"ये क्या आप आप लगा रखा है.शादी कर ली, बच्चे भी हो गये,मेरी मिठाई कहा है?"



"आप.......तू बैठ!अभी लाता हूँ."

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Injustice and Gap

In the year 1991, India's foreign reserves, key to pay for our import bills comprising petroleum and other important items, dropped to such levels that not sufficient to last beyond 15 days. Reasons: Mammoth expenditure on development programmes which did not generate additional revenue. Taxation was not sufficient to support vast spending. Income from public sector undertaking was too small to meet growing demands. Corruption and inefficient machinery.

India started borrowing money from international moneylenders to meet country's demands and by 1991, our economy was so rickety that that India was not able to pay for the interest that were to be paid to international money lenders. No other country was ready to lend to India. prices rose sharply.

Under such circumstances, India approached World Bank and IMF. Against the 7 billion $ that India got to manage the crisis; world bank wanted India to liberalize and open her market for private sector. India agreed and we got reforms of 1991, also known as New Economic Policy.

Primarily our Economy is divided into three main sectors: Agriculture, Industry and Services. Economic reforms of 1991 has shown marked effect on certain areas of service sector such as telecommunication, Information Technology, finance, travel and hospitality. Among these, IT has significant contribution in India's GDP. Opening up FDI in service sector has raised the quality of the services. India has population of more than billion people. Some critics argue that globalization is strategy of developed countries to expand their market to other countries. Services sector posted growth rate percentage of 8.2% in 1992-2001 in comparison to 6.7% in 1980-1991. Thus this sector is utilizing the vast purchasing power billion plus population. In contrast, vital sectors such as agriculture and industry which can be rock solid foundation of the country, providing food security to the gigantic country and livelihood to the majority of the population, has shown declining trend in %growth of GDP. Agriculture sector drops from 3.6% in 1980-1991 to 3.3%  in 1992-2001 where as Industry drops down to 6.5% in 1992 from 7.1% in 1980-1991.

Sitaram Yechuri,  prominent Marxist leader, in one of his addresses said about recession," Rich have become the richer and the poor have become the poorer'  is unfortunately regarded acliché. But as most cliches do it makes sense. In the process of the poor becoming  poorer the actual domestic aggregate demand declined. The net result has been the inability of large sections of the people to buy leading to the inability of industry to sell  what it has produced resulting in a recession. This, in turn, is resulting in decline in employment. This, in turn, again is  strengthening the process of declining  domestic demand. This completes the vicious circle of the recession and unemployment." 

Although pure socialist view of economic equality for all  does not suit me. It is injustice for people working 12 hours and 6 hours to earn same. But pure capitalist view has increased trhe gap between the poor and rich. This gap can have serious effect on society. Developed countries are not shy of this effect. In USA, top 300,000 people earn an aggregate income equal to the bottom 150 million people in year 2005. This reminds me of "The Immortals of Meluha"  which explained the same dilemma.

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Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Small Town!


How do you define a small town? And what if that town is in Bihar?


The general description starts with narrow roads crowded with stalls of panipuri wala and chaat wala; ocean of people on road with cycles and motorcycles making their way among them; stray animals feeding on garbage; big hoardings of schools, colleges and coaching institutes with faces of students who seem to have jumped out of ramp at Wills Lifestyle to study at these institutes. Though if the hoarding is of any coaching institute, it will have faces of successful students in JEE/PMT whose photos are collected by luring them for free study materials 2-3 months before exams.

But these small towns have much more than these descriptions. Small town has big dreams. Small town parents of today or youths of 90's have grown up watching luxuries of engineers and doctors. They suffer with power cuts of 16 hours a day and they have heard about the round the clock power supply in metros. They have suffered due to rickety infrastructure and have watched world class things in big cities. Television has offered them a peek of upper class lifestyle and they are bored of their same day to day life which they have been carrying over decades. They want parks and my town has none which qualifies to be one. They want to take out their family on weekends but alas! my town has no place to offer where you can go. (My town has population of around 3 lakh) They have stopped visting their friend's home because they have pretty much same issue to cry upon. They complain of poor medical facillities and are awed by comfort of Delhi Metro.


So, what to do?

"I have enough of this life, my son will not have the same life" And they found a easy way out.

Study!

Stop! Small town is more than mere dreaming. They offer ambition. They have watched Dhoni rise from neighborhood school, "DAV, Shyamli", to bright neon lit Pepsi hoardings at every sweet shop. Dhoni lives his dreams with big bikes like Harleys around. Small town kids are also fond of bikes. "So if Dhoni can, why can’t we?"

Movies have stopped being common to them. They show malls, frequent flyer hero and an alien open society where boys and girls freely roam around together. Startups are new hot today. They also want to start a company. Tata-Birla are old now; Osama-Gyanesh are new cool.

But where is the way?

Study! What else!

These kids are not scared of labor. They wake up all night to cram diversification in living beings and cracking down H.C Verma. Parents send their children just after class 10 to coaching factories at Kota, Bokaro, Ranchi, Delhi or Hyderabad. I name these palces because my friends went there. 17 years old teens who have not even washed their cloth at home are sent to study far off places.

Sometimes alone.

As one of my friends recalled his journey to kota,"jab gadi station se khulti thi, aisa lagta tha mano sab kuch khatm ho gaya,, main pure raste ek shabd nahi bolta tha..chup chap baitha rehta tha"

I went to Bokaro but i was lucky to have some of the best people on the earth around me. Those friends are real gems. These littile prince of their home are subjected to pressure treatment their which surely makes them hard enough to take on the world. Consider 12 lakh people appearing for 40,000 "good" engineering seats. 4 lakh students sit for 4000 medical seats. This pressure of intense competition, combined with pressure of worst tiffin food, super imposing landlords and contaminated water make their battle even tougher. Wait! then ghar ka yaad is the final nail on the coffin. I had fight with my roommate and even we didn’t talk for weeks. Now, i laugh at them. But that was what you expect from a 17 years old to do.

Small town does not offer many options. Either you pass or you fail. For now, small towns have either engineering or medical. Kids are often reminded that they have nothing back home; so they have to do the best at whatever cost it comes.

Small town is so different from big town.

In small town jo jeeta wahi sikandar. Someone ought to change the slogan

Monday, July 2, 2012

Thats what i saw!

My childhood was the same as that of millions of others my age.My summer breaks were spent in dadi ka gaon and nani ka gaon. I must admit that those summers had a different kind of impact in the way I think. One particular memory that i still have is that of a large bridge on the river Ganga. Those days, my village had a canal, about 200m away from my home, meant for irrigation of the neighboring fields.

Some days back, I visited my village and found the canal dry. River Ganga too seemed to shrink. This assertion can be supported by the observation that in this rainy season too approximately 25% of the bridge was futile . By this what I mean is, 25% of bridge length had dry land underneath. I frequently travel by trains, and I observe so many useless railway bridges which were earlier meant for the water creek below, but now are used as roads. I am not an expert on water resources; I am just narrating my observations. I may be wrong in what I am trying to imply.

Another of my childhood memories from the village is of a huge crowd of daily wage laborers that would assemble at my home in the evening to collect wages for their full day work. I used to go to the village school with my servant for an evening stroll. School then, was just the name of the place marked by the rickety structure of bricks. Because of the hazardous and fatal infrastructure, classes if any, were arranged in the school premises under the jackfruit tree. Students sat on their jute gunny bags.

5 days back, I visited my village after a long time. Indira awas yojna has done a commendable job in the way those daily laborers live. They mainly comes from Schedule tribe. Instead of the straw huts that needed repair every year, they now boast of a pakka house. This pakka house has uplifted them in many ways. Firstly, they don’t have to save money for the customary annual repair of house. Secondly, they could now use it as a store house for the grains and keep them safe. Third, definitely It induced a certain level of confidence in them which is a far more important effect considering their history of suppression.

Gradually, the dynamics of my village is also changing; more and more people from upper caste are selling their land each coming year in order to settle down in cities. The first and foremost reason, in my opinion, is the constant attraction of city life.The flood of engineering and management colleges has helped them realize their dream. They have sold their land and bought degrees for their children. The second reason is the growing scarcity of farm laborers. Majority of those laborers have now migrated to the cities. They are increasingly getting absorbed in the fast coming infrastructure projects in cities. Tough they get more money in cities but I doubt if they have better living standard in cities than what they had in the village. The third factor is the attitude of land owners. All through the years, these land lords have lived kingly lives with a battery of servants waiting for orders. Now, thanks to the numerous social welfare schemes; which, despite of several layers of corruption, have somehow managed to drop down to the lowest rung of the society. Though highly ineffective, in terms of output/input ratio, these welfare schemes have shown promising impact.

Raising the life of SC/ST through reservation and welfare schemes has changed the village social ecosystem so much that it has started troubling the upper caste people. Technological advancement has another positive effect on rural life. Now, we can see many cable TVs in the village. Increasing 24 hour news channels, has helped them realize their rights and knowledge of welfare schemes running for their help.



Partially due to curiosity and mainly due to the excess of time (that was becoming hard to kill), I went on to see the school. I have read about development under Neetish's government and much to my pleasure, this whole development noise is not just the work of “publicity” of government agencies. The school now has newly painted two floor building with proper infrastructure. There was all sort of painted data regarding attendance of the teachera, mid-day meal menus, total number of enrolled students etc. I could see the scarcity of teachers as 6 teachers are posted there to teach class 1 to class 8. God knows how they handle the students! The Government’s scheme to distribute free school uniforms has created an alternative scene where village children are dressed in school uniforms all through the day! I could see the white colour of their shirt turned to yellow due to their heavy use.

Corruption is existent. And the increasing load of these welfare schemes has now strained the economy. True!

But life of the suppressed people is changing. These schemes are showing some effect. Now at this stage, if the government succeeds in providing education to masses, enough to inspire confidence in them and make them aware of laws; I see no reason that a true 'India shining' should not be at the door step.

 
an old pond being restored

just a random click!

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Dream

Flood and the following attack of diseases are the routine cycle of Sundarpura. Legend says that Satyawati; younger sister of Viswamitra was angry at death of his husband. She went to heaven and later appeared on earth as koshi. It appears that she is still not happy with the death of her husband and causes destructing flood every year.


Middle school of Sundarpura is closed for 3 months a year on account of election, flood or rain. ”Chandra Master” as students fondly call their teacher is a man in his late forties. He has got just one daughter, Rekha in the name of the family. He is known in the whole neighbourhood for his hardwork and commitment towards students. Chandra master had just one dream; to make his daughter a doctor. Rekha completed her class 10. Though Chandra master had never been in city for too long, other than a three month stay during court trials for ownership of his ancestral land. Chandra Master is 12th pass, but he aspired to make his daughter, a doctor. He had limited means but he was never short of inspiration for Rekha. He always imagined some stories where her doctor daughter would save poor people’s lives and then he used to narrate them to Rekha. When Rekha went to class 10, he met every possible doctor present in the neighbourhood, and asked them how to get into medical college.

Rekha didn’t have a mother, but this fact had made her more understanding and mature. Chandra master decided to send her to a nearby town for better education. Chandra master’s decision had caused commotion in the village. Leave alone girls, very few boys had gone out for education.

Rekha came to town. Town was so different from her village. Life was too fast. Gullible Rekha had tough time dealing with city life. A Security guard used to pass his phone number in a chit to her. Sometimes she wondered her breast is more attractive than her brain. Amongst all difficulties, her study was going fine. Once, her professor called her to explain lessons on physics at his home. Poor rekha was too naïve to understand his intentions. There he tried to misbehave with her. Once, she wondered if she should call her father and tell him about these incidents, but then she realised that she loved him too much to open the truth to him. . She knew her dreams. Her dream was his life and his life was rekha’s everything. She wept all night. But the following morning she grew more confident. Every bad experience was making her stronger than ever before. She directed her anger, frustration everything towards studies. She was doing well.

She wrote the medical entrance exams.

She passed the entrance but God failed her. Her father had heart attack on the following day of her result.

He died.

She came back to her village. She had lost the life. She got comfort in imagination of herself caged in a small dark room. She lived her dream. God gave her dream in an air bubble. But the bubble exploded. Whole village pitied her. They recognised her achievement but they had too many problems of their own to help her for medical studies. One evening while walking, she saw a little girl studying on the “machan”. Visibly excited father was saying to the kid’s mother,” One day she will make us proud like Rekha.”

This one sentence shook Rekha deep within. There she was, wasting her life with all possible kinds of negative emotions and for that little girl; she was faith.

Yes, She was faith. All girls of the village were making her idol. Rekha was their hope, among all the adversities. In a place without electricity, Rekha had provided girls with the necessary spark for ignition. Rekha couldn’t sleep that night. That one sentence was troubling her whole night. She was eagerly waiting for the next morning. As soon as she had first view of the red sun, far among the paddy fields; she almost came running to the Kid’s (Rani) hut. She offered to teach her. Soon she started her own coaching center, “Sapne”. Soon all the village girls joined Rani. Few years later, Rani became village’s first doctor.

Rekha was standing in front of the small photograph of her father. She told him,” You wanted one doctor, I am giving you an hundred.”

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Andher Nagri Chaupat Raja: 10 commandments



Once upon a time, there was very prestigious school, "Andher Nagri School" and the principal was "world known"  "Chaupat Raja". His colleagues were also world known and well respected.

Together they formulated the rules of the school:

1. In lower classes, students have to sought permission from the teachers before they enter the class because its important that students should learn culture.

2. From time to time, teachers should encourage students by their tales of their stay in Japan, Sweden, United states.

3. Teachers will follow the coercive style of leadership. Teachers are not supposed to praise any student, else they may go crazy.

4. Teacher should identify potential in students in terms of their similarity to student's shape and size with teacher's. And he should be held as reference.

5. Teachers are not supposed to put syllabus else, they won't come to class.

6. Teachers will not upload the lecture slides. (Teachers should use the lecture slide which comes as the first result of googling "term+pdf")

7. They should constantly convey the message that how much they want to teach student and that the students dont allow them to teach.

8. Teachers should mention any term randomly during class and whenever they want to "encourage" students, they should ask for that term.

9. Only those students who come to class are honored to ask the doubt.

10. If teachers don't want to teach, they can say,"You know all these". "It has been taught."
 

P.S. These rules are subjected to change. They come spontaneously to IC's mind.



Friday, April 6, 2012

Making of Sarang

Being true, I must admit how difficult its for us to release a single issue of Sarang, a hindi magazine which we initially intended to release twice a semester but now Sarang is subjected to availability of content. Its not that we had not tried to contact our friends with similar likes for Hindi as us, but i blame lazy weather and numerous test/assignment on their indifference to our request for an article for Sarang.

But after creating and nurturing Sarang for more than a year, its very hard for us to shut it without fighting for it existence one more time. Amitabh Mishra gave us a much needed  jolt in order to make us sincere toward our common love. Amitabh Mishra is not a new face to Sarang. He is the pioneer for hindi literary movement in BITS-Goa by planting seed of Srijan. Srijan has not been able to come up with expectations of different hindi based events, but surely it has marked its presence through Sarang with its little but remarkable presence in different colleges of India. 

Aishwarya Tiwari has been the soul of Sarang since last few issues. Its her unflinching loyalty and unconditional love for Sarang that we are blessed with frequent though slow appearance of Sarang. In the recent fourth issue, she has grown up into full fledged writer by making her strong mark in story telling as well as heart touching poetry. Well, i am jealous of her. I too wrote one article but her Rukhsar's story has shadowed all other creations including mine. Sad!!!

There is one bubbly girl without whom Sarang is incomplete. She has credit of giving collection of hindi writing       
a name "Sarang". She is a natural all rounder with her keen interest in drama, dance, photography and guitar. She is involved in all stages of Sarang  and soon she is going to give us a new Srijan t-shirt. She is currently key decison maker among st because of her always smiling face and head full of ideas. This all description can fit only Anumeha Drivedi

We are proud to have fourth edition of Sarang, for your love. Click on the picture to download

Thursday, March 22, 2012

In Class

They pretend to know everything.
We pretend to understand everything.







They read books before the class.
We read books after the class.









Their blackboards look ugly with horrible characters.
Our notebooks look beautiful with cartoon characters.









They wait for class to over.
We wait for class to over.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Sweet Remembrances

As a kid I had rather weird ideas, self developed concepts, wisdom that I had realized in the few years of my earthly existence…… the faint line between  reality and my imagination was almost non-existent. I had my own notions about things, and felt strangely confident about them, in fact sometimes I was so proud of myself, thinking I was the only one who was able to crack these mysteries! There was no ambiguity or obscurity; I was the detective in the thriller written by God called ‘Life’!


     My earliest memories are of Santa-Claus and the deep affection I held for him. Oh! That vision of the plump old man with his “HO HO HO! “  that I had in my mind never failed to bring a smile to my face!  My belief in Santa knew no bounds, though I had a couple of friends who did not get regular visits from him, when it came to me I was always a good girl and my dear old Santa never forgot my presents! I was extremely excited to see what he would get me each time…I jumped out of bed each Christmas morning to find the most beautifully wrapped present waiting to be torn open.

     Not once in all those years did I get something that I did not like or that deep within my heart I did not want! Hmmm… something was fishy here..How did Santa know exactly what I wanted? I thought hard about this, I talked to some of my friends, not all of them got what they wanted, but why me? I thought and thought… All throughout school if one thing was consistent it was the word “chatterbox” in the Remarks section of  my report card.. and it struck me… Santa had only one job, he had to find out what each kid wanted… for that he disguised himself as a normal looking human being, he could be the ice cream man who came to my house sometimes, with his cart, or the aunty who owned the grocery store nearby, the new driver or just about anybody! And because I was so expressive about what I wanted it was always easy for him, wherever he was, whoever he was, to listen to me, my friends of course were fools, they barely spoke, if they didn’t let Santa know what they wanted how would he ever know?
I was so proud of myself to have cracked the mystery, I remember speaking sweetly to every random person I met, smiling at strangers, trying to be the most adorable kid around, cause I was so scared one of the many people I bump into would actually be my dear santa claus in disguise!


An incident I particularly remember related to my “santa claus memories” is related to this totally delicious candy called Heartbeat that was around when I was 5. They were heart shaped , in every possible colour and  flavor and I use to totally love them! One day my stock was over and I desperately wanted more, so I waited for daddy to come back from office and as soon as he did I demanded to be taken to the store to buy some of those candies. On the scooter, dad and me, smiling away, the wind blowing past my face as I narrated a saga of the many incidents that had taken place in school that day , the princess that I was, my wish was fulfilled…. But as we were riding back I suddenly realized that had santa been observing me, he would think I wanted the candy for Christmas too… I was crazy about them no doubt! But Christmas gifts were supposed to be special…. And so I said…. “Daddy, these are yummy, but I’m sure what santa gets me is going to be much more exquisite!”
           Oh! Those days! The innocence, the bliss, the happiness that I received believing in things that I now know never existed..As I grew I came to know how everything I believed in was fake, how there was  never a tooth fairy, and there was never going to be a fairy god mother…. How I had no one looking out for me! How life isn’t all smiles , frilly frocks, and Barbie dolls… From 5 to 20, you might say I have grown wiser, more mature, braver and what not… but have I?... Today I have no beliefs, leave alone the confidence to stand up to them… Today I know that when I step out into the world there is never going to be anyone to catch me if my step falters…does that make me brave? No it just makes me weak….Sigh! Sometimes I wish I could trade the wisdom that I have accumulated over the years for the bliss of not having to know…not having to understand….not having to deal with the multitude mysteries I can now never even attempt to solve...... 



This beautiful article is creation of Nehal Bhatia. She blogs at http://nehals-pen.blogspot.in/.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Muffin


My hand searched for my phone. Under the pillow – no. In the small space of  my 7*3 bed, unoccupied by discounted tiny mattress – no. In the folded bed sheet, on which I had slept but then it wrapped me like a martyr in national flag – no.

I didn’t want the trouble of opening my eyes. I started measuring my mattress’s dimension by spreading my leg to search for my phone. My flesh of leg touched something cold. That must be the metal back of my phone. Yes!!! Indeed.

I grabbed my phone. Without opening my eyes, I typed my password. Same password for almost a year then, and an whooping hundred texts per day, gave me enough practise for typing messages under the table in classroom without deterring my look from the teacher.

“1 message received.”

The sign of closed envelope on the home screen forced my sleepy eyes peeping through corners avoiding sharp back light to open with full capacity. It has now become ritual to enter in the world of dreams while spilling my heart in 160 characters. Every good and every bad were routed there. These textx were my bed time stories. Some from me, some from her; they were me without being censored. Life was good.

There was ocean of comfort and me; I started believing.

People are too busy to care for your too serious problem. I turn blind eye to them. You expect nothing and your life expectancy increases by four years. Four years are the weight of your expectations and the following disappointments.

This girl made me expect and decreased my life expectancy.

Socho ki Jheelon ka sehar ho!!”

I read the line. I read it again. My mind raced to recognise the movie but failed. Other day, I was playing BOLLYWOOD, and I wasn’t able to guess even popular movies. My sleepy hand involuntarily typed a smiley.

J

Something happened one day. Ocean of water that was infinite seemed to shrink. I stayed on shore. I looked at sea. There was water; usual blue coloured as if inviting blue cloudless sky for date over a cup of coffee. I started running. My throat dried. I couldn’t even make a sound. I was running. I want to touch the water.

I was running.

I stepped up my speed but water still looked far, unperturbed by my running. Moments later, I realised Mirage. Yes!! It was mirage and I was running behind water with no physical reality.

I was unsatisfied but ok! I never expected again.


Friday, February 24, 2012

Top Five Regrets of the Dying


For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. Some incredibly special times were shared. I was with them for the last three to twelve weeks of their lives.
People grow a lot when they are faced with their own mortality. I learnt never to underestimate someone's capacity for growth. Some changes were phenomenal. Each experienced a variety of emotions, as expected, denial, fear, anger, remorse, more denial and eventually acceptance. Every single patient found their peace before they departed though, every one of them.
When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently, common themes surfaced again and again. Here are the most common five:
1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me. 
This was the most common regret of all. When people realise that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honoured even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made.
It is very important to try and honour at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realise, until they no longer have it.
2. I wish I didn't work so hard.
This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children's youth and their partner's companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.
By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle.
3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.
Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.
We cannot control the reactions of others. However, although people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win.
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
Often they would not truly realise the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying.
It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It is all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships.
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.
This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called 'comfort' of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.
When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying.
Life is a choice. It is YOUR life. Choose consciously, choose wisely, choose honestly. Choose happiness.


P.S. I copied it from http://www.dailygood.org/view.php?sid=188 .