PROLOGUE

The light was dimming. The distant voices seemed to be becoming even more distant. All he could could see through his hazy vision were obscure flashes of light. They reminded him of something. Nostalgia. The memories seemed to be drowning him, and he was ready to drown. Einstein's relativity at it's best. These ten minutes were going to be a lifetime.

The floodgates had been opened. He saw all that had happened years, ages, eons ago right in front of his eyes. Childhood, adolescence, fatherhood, mistakes, love everything staring at him. He could see those cold stares of refusal as well as his wet eyes would permit him to. An unendingly short walk down memory lane had just begun...

Trust me, it ain't a joke!

Trust, faith and humans. Theres been this eternal connection between these three wonderful things ever since the process of evolution started.. One monkey helped the other get on two feet.. and the chain continued.. without trust, trust me, we would be crawling on the floor by now.. ;-)
Man and ants.. two creatures which cannot survive without a social life.. (women in particular).. we (i write this on behalf of humans as well as ants) build colonies.. live in them.. we gather food.. live off it.. the journey from apes to homo sapiens has been tiring.. and it just forced my into a yawn.. this is nothing but a random piece of stuff i just thought about while speaking to a lady (:-P)..

Trust is like a function.. implicit and explicit.. I can trust anyone.. i mean ANYONE on ANYTHING.. i just talk to a person for 2 hours.. go and blabber all about myself to that guy/gal.. then there's this lady im talking to right now.. she doesnt trust ANYONE.. lol.. she says she will trust only one homo sapiens throughout her life..her chaddi buddy.. says it will hurt if you trust everyone..

MADEMOISELLE! the whole concept of a society is about trust.. you say you dont trust anyone.. mind you.. without trust you wouldn't have been able to sit in a rickshaw.. get vegetables.. or even watch the TV.. MISTRUST IS A DISEASE.. and you are the carriers.. its a cynic-borne disease i say.. forgive me for this.. but then.. you just cant survive without trust.. you need to trust your friends.. your employees.. your teacher.. you need to trust the existence of humanity itself!!

Trust is what defines the very foundation of this lost race.. the roots of this big free tree standing (:-)) are trust.. faith.. my philosophies suck and youll definitely abuse me after this piece of crap.. but then..

Trust me, you need to ponder.. Trust me, you need to trust.. Trust me, for a third time.. :P :D

Regards,
A Mad Rat.. :))

Random Vandervaal thoughts.

Time and mood to write on the blog are a very rare combination. I have a nice, fine blende of both today. (Lucky guy!) :P

Well, anyway, this article is just random, a mix of long-forgotten feelings and a desperate attempt to keep the blog going.

Today started with the horrid realization that there won't be college for 20 more days. I don't know why, I've become so attached to the place that I just can't live without it. I get up, in bed, I'm constantly thinking about school, the sunshine, the windows, the beautiful grounds, the beautiful people, the teachers, the empty parking area...

This world is distant. It brings a kind of hollowness to my heart to only write and think about it. How would life be without college?! WHAT would life be without college, friends, everything! In this world where we are all rats waiting to be lured by a rattrap waiting for us, it's so good to have company where no one actually cares about money, social status, etc.. Thank you friends!

The day ends in a share rickshaw journey. I see this factory worker who is kind of slow in his movements. The rick arrives, we all jump in. The poor man has no space. A man earnestly climbs out to make space for him. My heart sinks. Wasn't I supposed to do that?! Where has "humanity" as you call it, gone in these times?!

A very disturbing thought occurs to me. This world is a web of deceit and falsification. All that we crave for is the moeny.. Paisa Paisa Paisa! "And that was...just a dream... this is what it means.." says Bruce Dickinson. "That" is actually a dream. We're a lost society, a lost race, without a path for the future. The more you ponder, the more you come to the conclusion how irrational the roots of this "rational" society are. If you've been awake till this part of the blog, please leave your comments. I am but a cobbler. These thoughts are disturbing.. Thank you for lasting soo long in this dreadful article..

For you,
Atharva Kelkar.

Teshan, Teshan!

At around 2:30 in the afternoon, with the sun smiling, I walk about a kilometer to catch a rick. Earphones plugged in, contemplating about the world, I walk like a drunk and loony James Bond. If it's a classic number, the head starts banging instantly. Otherwise just some humming. Now comes the interesting part. The Rickshaw.

You may call it a Rickshaw, a Tum-Tum, a Tun-Tun or whatever you feel like. It looks like an overgrown toad coloured black and yellow by some fanatic. But it is home to a thousand experiences. Some of them held by me. The Rickshaw does hold a special place in my heart. I can emphatically proclaim that my heart is not only Blue it is also Black and Yellow! :-P

The actual fun starts when your waiting at the bus stop for the Rickshaw to arrive. Some man with a hairy chest and paan in the mouth comes with his black-yellow babe and shouts, “Teshan! Teshan!”. I look at him and nod my head. He turns his head to the left motioning me as if telling me “Kopche mein aa.” Happily enough, I've outgrown the vulgar phase. ;-) You can't help but get a feel that he's trying to hit on you. :-|

Finally I climb in. If it's the guy's lucky day, he gets his fellows quite easily. If not, we head towards the next bus stop, the constant fear of his gay looks making me feel uneasy. The next stop arrives. Five or six people hop in. They're literally molesting the poor Rickshaw. The hapless thing is as faithful as an elf. It drives on, not even letting out a single whine.

Now, just imagine. Six people plus the driver in a Rickshaw. All smelling either mustard oil or sweat. I prefer to look out. Aren't deodorants given out for free anywhere?! But no worries, you get used to the smell anyway.

Some of my recent experiences with the Share Rickshaw once I had gotten in:-

Three people in the rick. Going peacefully. Suddenly the driver gets a fit. He stops and starts shouting “Teshan! Teshan!”. Two fellas get in. There are 3 people on the backseat, three on the front seat. One more guy comes running and hops in. 4 on the backseat. The driver, who has really lost it cries, “Teshan! Teshan!”. One guy on the backseat shouts (accompanied by a classic gaali) “Abhi ye god mein bithaega y******! Chal aage!”. Thank the Good Samaritan!

Three people are in the rickshaw before i get in. The driver offers me to sit on the front seat (i.e. Lap) of his babe. I'm elated! My dream has come true! One of the experiences you can never estimate without having a ride. Luckily for me, the guy isn't gay. I enjoy as the cool breeze brushes my face. I hold the meter with one hand and the rod with another. My ass fractionally fits on the seat. But it's satisfactory anyway. :-)

I'm in the mood for some fun. No passenger in the Rickshaw but me. So I just poke my head out in front of the bus stop and shout “Teshan! Teshan!”. I ask the driver, “Barobar aahe ka kaka!?”. He seems flattered. Looks at his disciple (me) and says, “Ho! Chhaan!”. I'm delighted! :)) I again peak out and cry “Teshan! Teshan!”. The fun of this task grows exponentially. He charges me only 5 out of the ten precious bucks I have to pay. Great! Is this for real!? =))

The Honey heavy dew of slumber is falling upon me. I fall asleep in the Rickshaw. I wake up to find myself delivered to “teshan”. :-)

Some more experiences to come later. Soo much fun for just ten bucks. Not bad. Pretty fair. Don't forget to shout “Teshan!” the next time you get in. A special flat 50 offer awaits you. :-P Till then, Ciao!

Adios! This black-yellow heart of mine is yearns for one more hitch in the black-yellow babe!


Cheers!

For me, A thousand times over..

There comes a time. You look up, no one. You look behind, no one. You look here and there, no one again. Look deep within yourself. You'll find that “someone” you are looking for. Somewhere within you lingers that passion, that one piece of mirror to show your hidden worth. When dead ends seem to have no passages, this piece of mirror carves one out for you. In the little 16 years that I have lived, I've come across times when decisions were to be made. Times when I doubted my own mettle. I surpassed them. I rather walked across them.

An experience that occurred yesterday. I almost flunked in my class test. I was in tears you can say. I doubted if I could do the JEE preps still. I told this to my mom. She asked me one simple question, “Are you a guy who would back out half way?”. Some voice inside me came upto my tongue and cried “NO!”. I didn't realize this. I myself had answered my own queries.

Why couldn't I do it?! Yes I could! And i will.. A sneak peak into your heart and you hear that voice.. “You are not alone”..”Just for you, A thousand times over!”..

A firm belief now. Someone is there for me, for a thousand times over! :-)

A picture perfect evening..

Arrival of the monsoons. I get out of class. Chaitanya, Omkar and me. A super chemistry lecture with photoelectric theory and what not stuffed in our teeny weeny brains. The weather is nice. Very nice. Dark clouds, wet roads and a cool breeze. We decide to go and grab some hot bhajjis. We get some. Sit and have a chomp till the last microscopic bit from the paper vanishes. Then its time for burning hot tea. Wow! Masala chai cutting at such a time is heavenly. It's one of those things which you won't really love till you have them at the right time. This is precisely the right time.


Chaitanya and Omkar leave. I go to catch my 7:30 bus. Plug in my headphones with some old classical blues or rock song ringing. I don't know what it is between Hendrix and me. The queue is horrible. A lady is pushing me from the back. Strong jabs into my lower abdomen. And it is then that Hendrix starts singing, “American Woman, stay away from me!”. Woh, Mr Hendrix. At this time I so wish it was me who was singing it aloud. I enter the bus. Luckily, place to sit and a a nice window seat too. Now starts the most relaxed time of the day. Cool breeze, music and me to myself..


The first song is Wake Me Up- Greenday. Thoughts wander. My eyes close. I want to take a trip down memory lane, hoping last November might never have happened. All the past comes up. It brings with itself a fleeting sense of loneliness. If not loneliness, still some sense which I don't quite like. I seriously start thinking.. God, Wake me up when these foolish thoughts disappear..


I change the song. It says Tum Ho To.. I start to think about college, girls.. Finally, college has begun. Brought with it a couple of nice girls. :-P My mind is going nuts. Could i work things out with one of them?! Some look really gorgeous, some are really sweet. Could my girl be one amongst them?! Oh my God! I'm thinking too much. I think of Megha, whether she would help me get acquainted with one of them. :-D i hope she'll do this for me. After everything she has done throughout, this is probably nothing. I only hope.. Thats where it ends..

My Express Music wants me to listen to something else. The song switches to Love Story-Taylor Swift. I feel she is desperate. Frankly. Why else would she shout out,”Its a Love Story, BABY JUST SAY YES”!! Yes Yes. I understand. Desperation makes men go mad. And women like taylor Swift too. But in spite of all this, I still don't know why i like that song?! Maybe the rain has wiped off my rationality. Who cares?! I go on enjoying her sweet (but yea, still desperate) voice.


Then comes Nagada Nagada from jab We Met. This song makes my feet go haywire. They shiver. They want to dance. They move to play football. God knows what happens to me when I listen to drumbeats.. I feel like playing football, dancing, scoring beautiful goals.. i suddenly think of The Holy Trinity; Messi, Henry and Etoo. How awesome would it be to score a goal in the UCL final, get a salute from the Holy Trinity.. this small piece of fantasy gives unexpected pleasure to my tired brain. I smile to myself. Half of the people in the bus think I'm mad. Let them feel so. I'm sure as hell enjoying myself.


Roobaroo, Rahman, magic, and what he does best. The “Poo Poo Poo” is too good. The chord brings back memories of good old days when I had time to strum the guitar. Suddenly, i have an irresistible urge to play the guitar, to perform on stage, to sing out aloud..



Summer of 69. immortal. Pure, simple delight. My mind is completely free to roam now. I'm so happy to be sitting in the window of the bus. A cool breeze. Great, wet road. People scampering along. Maybe the only 20 minutes of the day when my mind is totally JEE-free. Oh, the JEE! Apart from JEE, many things to talk about, let's move on..


Ironically, the last song of my journey is Paradise City. How i hope Paradise city did exist! Where the grass was green and the girls pretty.. :-P Oh no, Atharva, not girls again.. I tell myself. Just then the bus stops. I get down. Unplug my earphones. Get down and walk the road back home.


20 minutes, no tension. Just thoughts. Pleasurable thoughts. Some not-so-pleasurable thoughts. But still, what matters is those 20 JEE-free minutes, some crap to write in my blog and some more shite to have your eyebrows in an arch..

In Pursuit of happiness..

I've read many blogs till date. About life, the journey, Life, the goal, Life what not! Maybe i'm wrong but i disagree with each and every one of them. Life, according to me, is a moment! A moment which in less than a blink turns upside down and up again. At one moment, we see ourself as the perennial loser and the next as a winner, for the smallest of good jobs we have done.


It was, It is and it shall always be true that it is the “small” things that really matter in life. The “pseudo-huge” stuff is something that hardly matters to us. We drink, we eat, we shit. Is that what we live for?! We rub our buttocks off to get into an IIT or into a med college, but ask yourself “Is that your goal in life?”. The answer, I'm sure is crystal clear. It is obviously not your goal. Your goal is something different. It isn't about education, money or family. It is living the moment tension free. That is not wrong, that is how it should be. Only recently did I know how confusion defines life and how we ourselves know in some corner of our heart that it is not our long time ambitions but our momentary goals which give us true happiness.


In pursuit of happiness, man loses his emotions, relations, friends and everything he thought was a hindrance between him and his goal. Only after completing his pursuit does he realize that those “hindrances” were actually the stuff he was always craving and living for. Our pursuit for glory, bliss, Nirvana will never end. It is like going towards a mirage. The horizon will always show a silver lining. You fail to understand that that silver lining is actually the brightest of horizons. Only reason why you see it as a line is because of the tears obstructing your eyes. Tears of sadness, despair, about the fact that you will never reach your goal. By the time you realize they are tears and you wash them off, night might already have set in and it may have been too late.


Once I saw a poor man working tirelessly on the streets. The mid day sun was shining with all its might. The laborer was toiling with all his remaining strength. I asked myself, “He's so poor. God knows what his goal in life is. What does he have to live for?!” As if wanting to answer my question, a small child came up to the man. The man looked up, gave a broad smile and lifted the child in his arms. He kissed the little girl on the cheek and the girl returned it. That was when I realized how wrong i was. This man may not be a millionaire but to me the smile that came on his face after that was a million dollar smile. One which maybe not even the richest of people could buy. No amount of money could buy it. Only a perception of this dark world which could make the most horrible of circumstances lead to bliss..


So lost are we in this false world that we forget what true happiness is. As a child, we always wanted to grow up. Now we realize that broken toys and incomplete home work were far better than unfulfilled dreams and broken emotions. What we want is praise, money, nice food, clothes.. And so on. What we toil for is drinking stale soup in a five star lobby. But we never look out of our window to look at the most simple and profound of pleasures.. The bright sky, the infinite stars, the trees, the birds, the whole world!!


So stop hankering for appreciation, praise and money. Stop following the ever distant mirage of “happiness” and look at the “bliss” standing near us.. Right beside us.. May you live a happy life.. May God bless you you be “blissful”, not only happy.




Thank You.




PS- A tad too philosophical but yea.. i wrote that piece of art myself..!

Old “Item” - An elegy.

Dedicated to all those who were so used to seeing me with my old “item”.. including family, friends, and others.



“Item” you could call her. Or maybe “Chunni” as i used to. Whatever you call her, I may tell you frankly that i was deeply in love with her! Agreed, she wasn't as hot or spicy as my friend's items but yet i loved her a lot. A LOT! She was just so... uhhh.. WOW! I mean, I could spend my whole day with her and still not get tired. But then, all good things must come to an end and so did our relationship. Ironically I dumped her. The reason- My perceptions about her changed.


My perceptions after all the “love” crap ended.. Her teeth weren't white anymore. Infact there was not even a shade of blue tooth! She was black and white. I mean black all over with white in patches. Just like you get when you put pieces of paneer in Dal Makhani. :(( Even my Old “Item”'s figure wasn't tantalising. I was growing jealous of my friends who had “items” with sleek, prim figures! Shite.. I was in a mess. My “item” also was dumb. She had a monotonous monophonic sound just like a 1920's landline model. But yes, i must agree that she was very very good at playing games. Whenever we would be alone, she and i used to play. It used to be soo much fun! And guess what, we enjoyed the games so much that we would play them even in crowded buses when no one would even understand what we were upto!



And yes, she was a total s*** at times. Used to seduce everyone to playing games with her. And what games you know! I'd better bury myself in shame than tell those games! And shameless friends of mine, used to respond to that ...... Forget it. But the best part about her was to see my “item” without the cover. Woah! She was HOT then! Literally burning HOT! I still remember once when Romy caught me playing with her inner parts, he said.. “Baap hai re, Mereko bhi aisihi chahiye!” :| I obviously didn't like it. He even took her in his hands then and there! Yuck! Now guess what type of an “item” she was for me.



It's hard to praise stuff about things you don't like but still she had some charisma and charm to her! I do remember Sid and Vikas coming up to me and saying, “Hey! Mereko dega paanch sau mein?!” Sheesh! These guys.. argh..



Now enough of bitching about my now ex-item. I tell you what i think many people must be unaware of. She had a bloody flashlight up the hole. The only thing that differentiated her from my other friends' items! I'll always love you though, my old “item” a.k.a. “Chunni” or in layman's terms, Nokia 1100.

The Old, Familar faces..

A poem by Charles Lamb. I love it just because of the fact that it gives anyone a ray of hope.. to reach the horizon before the sun totally sets. There was once a time in all our lives when those old, familiar faces would turn back at us and give a sweet smile, a million dollar smile that defined “Life” at its very best! Today, I might lose all my friends because we may not stay in touch after school. But yes, I will always be content with the fact that i once had them as friends and that i may meet them again, all the Old Familiar faces..

The Old Familiar Faces

I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing,
Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I loved a Love once, fairest among women:
Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man:
Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly;
Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.

Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood,
Earth seem'd a desert I was bound to traverse,
Seeking to find the old familiar faces.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,
Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling?
So might we talk of the old familiar faces--

How some they have died, and some they have left me,
And some are taken from me; all are departed--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Charles Lamb



I leave school. Friends. Teachers. Don't want to be melodramatic but, yes, I will miss them so much. Seems as if I'm abandoning life. Everyone has to move. It's about the survival of the fittest. You've got to survive this mad race. I'm ready to move on, move on with a hope of meeting and rejoicing with the old familiar faces again.. the paradox is that my heart, my soul is still in those empty corridors, noisy classrooms, the open ground...

Take a bow, Mr. Soderling!

He came. He saw. He DID conquer. A storm had just hit France. It did the unimaginable. It, or better “He”, beat the king of clay himself! The storm was named “Robin Soderling”! His preys included the great, seemingly invincible Rafael Nadal, Nikolay Davydenko (who i feel looks like a “gora jaadu”) and David Ferrer en route the final.


Eventually, he was beaten by Federer but the main highlight of his dream run was the speech given by him after his defeat at the hands of the great Federer. Sportsmanship at it's best. That speech, according to me was the perfect speech anyone could give after losing a final to arguably the finest player in the history of Tennis. Some of the excerpts were..


“...Yesterday, my coach and I sat down and analised.. I wont lose to a person 10 times in a row.. After today, I promise that i won't lost to a person 11 times in a row..”


Addressing Federer at the presentation ceremony, Soderling added: "You really gave me a lesson on how to play tennis today.


"For me you're the greatest player in history so you really deserved to win this title."

“I had the two best weeks of my career. Roger is a really worthy winner."




To me, Soderling is a winner. He always will be. Maybe, I will always associate his name with the French Open. Underdog, fluke, party-pooper. The words you will associate him with. Sportsmanship, the one word with which i associate Soderling. The only word. Take a bow, Mr. Soderling!

Dilemma.. Finally resolved!

There are times in life when you never know whom to trust and whom not to. You want to make decisions. Vital ones. Just the fact that you don't have the guts or maybe the determination to choose one of the paths, the one which you fell is right.

Today, 2nd June 2009, I stand at exactly such a junction in my life. Maybe this article will be irrelevant to you or me tomorrow. But i only hope that it will be relevant to someone else, some other time.

It was 1st of June, 2009. A Resonance lecture. Mr. Parnami gives a mind boggling speech. My ISC plan is suddenly seeming useless. He's using his best convincing skills to dissuade me from joining ISC. I want to join ISC, I want to clear IIT-JEE. Parallel! They cannot exist together. A class full of people agree. “You don't get time to study!”, “The syllabus is tough” are some reasons. I listen without uttering a word. I'm confused. 31 students and 1 professor agree. Only i disagree. My point is simple, it is the student and not the college that makes an IIT-ian. If you are good, everything turns out to be good. All of a sudden, i seem foolish to myself for even thinking of such ideas!


I return home. Long Face. Mom spots something. She talks to me. She wants me to do ISC. I'm still not convinced. Even Dad tries, I still don't feel any less hopeless. What do I do.. the biggest question ahead of me. IIT- Dream, Goal, Option or Life? Time to decide! My thoughts wander. I fall asleep. The dilemna persists..


Next morning, i wake up. The college topic somewhere in the back of my mind. Mom asks me about my decision. I'm confused as ever. I call my friends up. All of their views differ from mine. My brain wants ISC. My mind wants ISC. The fear of falling behind the students who have ample of time to study is making my mind go irrational.


The other students, study day in, day out. They don't have to go to college. Sit at home. Study. No problems. Pretty cool. The problem with me is, I am one hell of a philosophical freak. I wanted a better question to be answered. Why do i live when I have absolutely nothing to look forward to in the whole day, or a whole month, or maybe even more, the whole damned year! I want a reason to live. Be it friends, football or whatever.


I think over it. I contemplate again and again. Will i fall behind?! Do i have the resolute needed!? Am i fit enough to be an IIT-ian!? I answer to myself, “ Who am i not to be!?”! Yes! I have my answer at last..! I will live life the better way and still not give up my IIT dream! It is me and not some stupid prof to judge my caliber!


Sadly, i agree that neither my guts nor my willingness to take a decision helped me out of this dilemma. It was something else. A trick of Fate you may say. Or a gust of fortune. Whatever it was, it sure was good! A piece of of the article from an unknown guy that perhaps might have changed my outlook towards things forever and ever..


“We can either be stubborn and get stuck up in a world less known for it's realism, or break open into society and accept what it wants. I wouldn't want to do a thing like that. i wouldn't be much concerned, what i would want to choose. What would concern me is, what i do eventually about it. Any choice you make, makes you learn, and be a better person. No two choices are always kept aloof from each other. At some point, everything comes down-to you. And if, you are the one holding the reins, then it's no point caring whom to listen to. Do it. Experience. And, let time take you ahead.

I don't know, how many actually would want to believe me. I don't know, if people would want me to regret my decisions. But all i know is, finally in the end, all that would matter is. ME. My life, and my destiny...”


Thank You Mr. Anurag Mohan (Owner of that blog) ! Thank You Mr. Pratik Parekh (IIT Kanpur, 2nd year mechanical) ! Thanks a million.

“AAMCHI MUMBAI! MERI JAAN!”

Only recently did i have the experience of watching “Mumbai Meri Jaan”. A heart touching film indeed. Based on the 7/11 bomb blasts, it shows different people from various strata adjusting to the aftermath of the massacre, losing loved ones or their happiness. It is quite rare for a filmmaker to portray such parts of people's lives with such sensitivity and equal appeal so as to deliver a picture perfect movie. Nishikant Kamat does just that in this heart warmer!

The best part about this film is the fact that it portrays all kinds of people, irrespective of caste, creed, religion or socio-economic conditions, with equal panache. A “chai-wallah” is showed as humane a character as a well-to-do businessman. The metamorphosis of a corrupt cop to a true “havaaldaar” too is touching.

There was only one thing about the film which rang a bell in my mind. A very disturbing thought. The people of Mumbai are resilient, no doubt. But in the film, they get used to the situation. In a sense, the portrayal is right. We do get used to situations, rather than changing them.

Why the hell is it like this!? We get acclimatised to such situations!! A bomb blast no longer seems very bad. We wait for a hostage crisis in a 5-star hotel. Then we say, “oh! Ye to kuch nahi tha!” And then, maybe we would even get used to terrorists as paying guests at our houses! Why are we so handicapped in times of trouble?! The answer lies with us. It is simply because of the fact that we are laid back not only in our behaviour but also in our approach. Let us change. Not for the worse, only for the better! Maybe we do not need a Rahul Gandhi or LK Advani now. The need for the hour is of a certain Naseruddin Shah from “A Wednesday”. A person who can give the holes an eye for an eye!

An eye for an eye will make the world blind! Let us be blind, but let us not have our limbs chopped off and minds decayed by these “messengers of God”.

Fight, you buggers!

A certain Mr. Backward (ideology ONLY) wants 49.5 percent quota in the teaching staff of IIT, India's premier engineering institute.

A certain Mr. Agriculture (NOT related to cricket, despises it ) wants thousands of crores for poor farmers who commit suicide daily. Good Samaritan! Except for the fact that almost half of it lands up in his own pocket!

A certain Mr. Kicked-out-of-Home (Maybe even his own too ) wants to change clothes, almost as fast as peeling off bananas. Great, tidy little man! Except, Hundreds are held hostage in his own country at the hands of merciless terrorists.

A certain Mrs.(or Oops, is it Ms.?!) New-Wail-away wants to kick out factories out of every possible place for farmers. Human Rights activist! I just wonder why those farmers commit suicide or come to financially rich cities later, in search of industry jobs.

Here we have this, just a microscopic detail of the vast, rotten web of “goodness” spread throughout our country. How much do we wish to fight against this! I wish to fight against this, even you do. The problem is that we are such big, lazy, idiotic pieces of crap that we just want to talk and talk, but when it comes to lifting a hand, we say “Oh My God! Its aching!” !!

COME ON! WAKE UP! If you don't want to wake up, at least don't sleep with your eyes closed! Don't just look at stuff, REACT! You are not blocks of wood, nor are you stones! ( Copied but my favorite line ) It is us, the Youth and only us who can bring about change!