A month's hiatus and I post again. New job, new place and new issues to deal with and now you know I was away for a reason (really, am mostly consoling myself). Did I mention the contribution of the lack of an Internet connection? The Silicon Valley of India and ask me how not to get a line onto the web.
The place has now finally settled on my nerves and am getting along quite alright with it despite all those horrible things about it. A few good things have happened too though! For one, I am back to being the bookworm I was and with dear Blossoms right behind the building where I work, I won't be surprised if all I end up doing while I am here is reading.
Of course there is the whole affair of the does-he-love-me-does-he-love-me-not too. Wedding bells on the horizon?
Information is power too. Most things look foolish in retrospect so no point haranguing about it I guess.
One good thing, Alliance Francaise might become and thanks to Dans la main de l'ange along with Parias. Along with the Bangalore School of music (a voilin rendition of Tchaikovsky maybe?)
Viva la compagnie
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Creamy layer or Sour Cream?
Yet another controversy over reservation for the "backward classes".
Though the verdict by the five judge Constitution bench headed by Chief Justice Balakrishnan is astounding in itself because of it's fairness,(anyway, I think it is a criminal offence in my country to criticize the decision of the courts, but that, I assure you, has nothing to do with my reaction), it is the implementation of the whole thing that brings on the jeepers creepers.
The judgement withheld the 93rd Amendment to the Constitution providing a reservation of 27% for the socially and educationally backward classes or the so called OBCs in all centrally funded educational institutions, taking the percentage of reserved seats to a whopping 49.5%! But the proverbial icing comes in the form of the caveat which fundamentally excludes those who have already managed to climb out of the OBC category and remain so only on papers.
Thought the courts have laid down clear rules as to who can claim the reservation and who cannot, in a country of more than a billion people and over half of them hungry for everything, getting on top by trampling on everybody below is not exactly a difficult task.
Even worse, try explaining it to the occasional survey that decides to include the IIMs and the IITs in it's global rankings. Who would, in his right mind, like to believe that an institution where about a half of the students are there because of reservation and not merit, can have the balls enough to hold it's head high and say "I can be the best"?
Though the reservation system might be required according to the greater good for the greater numbers, it would have been wiser if the whole thing was chalked out more thoughtfully by either incorporating an exit time line or by first revamping the infra available and then getting hunky dory about the increase in intakes which are inevitable to calm down everybody
Though in a country of a pantheon of 13 million Gods, it might be best,as they say,to "Swalpa Adjust Maadi" and get along with it.
Though the verdict by the five judge Constitution bench headed by Chief Justice Balakrishnan is astounding in itself because of it's fairness,(anyway, I think it is a criminal offence in my country to criticize the decision of the courts, but that, I assure you, has nothing to do with my reaction), it is the implementation of the whole thing that brings on the jeepers creepers.
The judgement withheld the 93rd Amendment to the Constitution providing a reservation of 27% for the socially and educationally backward classes or the so called OBCs in all centrally funded educational institutions, taking the percentage of reserved seats to a whopping 49.5%! But the proverbial icing comes in the form of the caveat which fundamentally excludes those who have already managed to climb out of the OBC category and remain so only on papers.
Thought the courts have laid down clear rules as to who can claim the reservation and who cannot, in a country of more than a billion people and over half of them hungry for everything, getting on top by trampling on everybody below is not exactly a difficult task.
Even worse, try explaining it to the occasional survey that decides to include the IIMs and the IITs in it's global rankings. Who would, in his right mind, like to believe that an institution where about a half of the students are there because of reservation and not merit, can have the balls enough to hold it's head high and say "I can be the best"?
Though the reservation system might be required according to the greater good for the greater numbers, it would have been wiser if the whole thing was chalked out more thoughtfully by either incorporating an exit time line or by first revamping the infra available and then getting hunky dory about the increase in intakes which are inevitable to calm down everybody
Though in a country of a pantheon of 13 million Gods, it might be best,as they say,to "Swalpa Adjust Maadi" and get along with it.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Dungbeetle looks at the IMF and says H(i)mfffffffffff
The IMF is a loser thing and that is that.
Dorky, The Deadbeat Dungbeetle (BTW, spell check suggests Tinkerbell. Duh!) was sauntering along the chic DC addresses and came across the concrete cube and was surprised to find itself going round and round in water. After suitable cusses thrown randomly around like cheap Chinese Goods (as it had lost the rubbish collected ecstatically just a little while ago. You just would not believe the shit that can be found THERE!), it decided that all that liquid could not be piss from all those scared pin striped Wall Street junkies and decided to investigate thoroughly.
Turns out, the little people inside the cube were weeping just looking at the amount of money flowing away. One moment they were pretty pretty happy rubbing their hands in glee at all that future cash flows from all that interest from all those driveling nations and next, they were on their asses looking at nothing.
So now they are busy sniveling and planning to sell their carefully hoarded gold to tide through.
Good too as finally somebody recognizes a rainy day when they see one (the little people, not Dorky, though he too was prepared and has started rolling off more than he can roll). There is always the Big Ass (big brother=big ass naturally and so am concentrating on the most visible aspects here)who can veto any move to give the pants to somebody else to wear and so the poor little people are finding themselves increasingly pant less too (now, do you see all that ass?)
Dorky did what he is best at doing - blew a raspberry and went about collecting all that shit.
Dorky, The Deadbeat Dungbeetle (BTW, spell check suggests Tinkerbell. Duh!) was sauntering along the chic DC addresses and came across the concrete cube and was surprised to find itself going round and round in water. After suitable cusses thrown randomly around like cheap Chinese Goods (as it had lost the rubbish collected ecstatically just a little while ago. You just would not believe the shit that can be found THERE!), it decided that all that liquid could not be piss from all those scared pin striped Wall Street junkies and decided to investigate thoroughly.
Turns out, the little people inside the cube were weeping just looking at the amount of money flowing away. One moment they were pretty pretty happy rubbing their hands in glee at all that future cash flows from all that interest from all those driveling nations and next, they were on their asses looking at nothing.
So now they are busy sniveling and planning to sell their carefully hoarded gold to tide through.
Good too as finally somebody recognizes a rainy day when they see one (the little people, not Dorky, though he too was prepared and has started rolling off more than he can roll). There is always the Big Ass (big brother=big ass naturally and so am concentrating on the most visible aspects here)who can veto any move to give the pants to somebody else to wear and so the poor little people are finding themselves increasingly pant less too (now, do you see all that ass?)
Dorky did what he is best at doing - blew a raspberry and went about collecting all that shit.
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