Hey .. Before you make more policies on reservation
Pl get your basics right !!!
Dont you always have your eye on the election
Else like now U will face people puting a fight.
Before Policy making , You better start to plan .
Before You plan first find the needs
Its the people of the country , U gotto satisfy every clan.
Else U will be in a big mess .. Indeed .
Remember Quality is the goal ..
Compramise on quality anywhere is a bad tantra
Remove yours eyes from future polls
Do some good for the country and the institutes... That is the Quality mantra...
Dont tell me you dint aniticipate protests ..
After you design You should have done the FMEA
Also You gotto find if your customers detest..
And give them the best ....
Increasing the seats was a stupid strategy
As if we have the infrastructure
Already all our institutes are in a tragedy
Amend your plans .. Among students dont cause a rupture
The quality you should not compramise
The people .. You should not deprive
To your policies You gotto add some spice
Throwaway your plans which are naive..
Both Open category and the supposed backward class should benefit
A strategy ... For 1st and 5th generation learners that should fit ...
The potential of rural youth should get tapped
Here is my bundle with all the solutions wrapped
All reservations can be availed only once
You choose if its job or education You want
Give opputunity to your other kith and kins
One man .. The Caste paper is valid only once
No reservations for the post grads
PG should not be a sitting duck
Dont use reservations for fad...
PG is on your own merit and luck
Lets not let the urban BCs sweep the seats
If you have an educated parent
With a decent lifestyle in the urban beat
Sorry No seats reserved for U..
And if reserved seats are left unfilled in first round
Those will be given to the open category
These are my simple solutions
So A.Singh think before passing resolutions
Cmon .. You can do it
Pl put your mind to it...
PS: More strategies with stats with follow after TQM exam on monday ...Pl wish me great luck.
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006
Idealist at 20 and Realist at 40 ?
At 20 you did want to save the country .
At 40 you did be happy if you could save a part of your salary.
A realist transforms into a diplomat .. Then becomes indifferent .. Then becomes an epitome of selfishness. The issues which thwarted and killed him at 20 are juicy topics of discussions at tea table , during moring walks and short air trips. The discussion is about strategies and intelligence with absolutely no emotions attached.
I am angered by this attentuation of insticts especially those related to the country and the policies of the government.And I wonder if I did become indifferent soon. And if I did be satisfied with a handsome pay check and a luxury car 20 years hence.
Ever since childhood I had a strong patriotic feeling . I was taught at 7 that India was a superb country . It had many rivers flowing .. Great mountains at the north and surrounded by 3 oceans in other directions.. .. India has a brilliant democracy .. And the country has 15 languages .. And diverse variery of cultures ..
I was a fool to believe it all ... And probably a fool to continue to believe the same ... You see still an idealist ..But slowly coming in terms with the reality.. That it is a crazy country .. With some crazy politicians ruling it .. Especially by people who dont give a damn to the country or the democracy or the people.... People mocking idealists like me ...
As if to betray me .. To hurt me and humliate me .. To make me understand .. To yell " Hey Grow Up"
At 40 you did be happy if you could save a part of your salary.
A realist transforms into a diplomat .. Then becomes indifferent .. Then becomes an epitome of selfishness. The issues which thwarted and killed him at 20 are juicy topics of discussions at tea table , during moring walks and short air trips. The discussion is about strategies and intelligence with absolutely no emotions attached.
I am angered by this attentuation of insticts especially those related to the country and the policies of the government.And I wonder if I did become indifferent soon. And if I did be satisfied with a handsome pay check and a luxury car 20 years hence.
Ever since childhood I had a strong patriotic feeling . I was taught at 7 that India was a superb country . It had many rivers flowing .. Great mountains at the north and surrounded by 3 oceans in other directions.. .. India has a brilliant democracy .. And the country has 15 languages .. And diverse variery of cultures ..
I was a fool to believe it all ... And probably a fool to continue to believe the same ... You see still an idealist ..But slowly coming in terms with the reality.. That it is a crazy country .. With some crazy politicians ruling it .. Especially by people who dont give a damn to the country or the democracy or the people.... People mocking idealists like me ...
As if to betray me .. To hurt me and humliate me .. To make me understand .. To yell " Hey Grow Up"
- The Lok Paritran Party in the city split .. Reasons being Caste and Monetary misunderstanding . The so called young politicians trying to woo the upper middle class Chennai Split.. And Then reactions are " hey Cmon they are also politicians ... Thts how it is ... Cos even that involves money " .. Thank U guys .. I am still an idealist .. But still trying hard to become a realist.
- The Reservation issue .... I really dont know which side to take .. Dont know who is correct ..But I am supremely confident that the efforts of all the politicians is not with a inherent good intention . When it comes to issues like this idividualism loses .. Hail pluralism ... Concentrate on the vote banks .. Lets forget the genuine , smart deserving system ... Lets forget the rural deserving students requiring upliftments ....Lets order more seats in Colleges as if we are ordering a birthday cake ... Lets make some complex useless strategy which never gets implemented and no one gets benifited .....
- We will play dirty politics .. Your job is to sit back and enjoy it like a prime time tamil soap ....Cmon soo much free entertainment...
I still have hopes .. Hopes to make a difference in a little possible way some where ..." We shall overcome same day ...." .. When the gap between the idealist and realist will be bridged...
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Secret Ballot
Long long ago.. Not so long ago ... I was an NDTV fan.I worshiped Rajdeep Sardesai.Never missed The Big Fight.
Also those were the days when I woke up before the sun came up.When I used to call Radha at 7 in the morning everyday to discuss politics,Cinebuzz,last page Hindu and Metro Plus .
Those were the days when I was busy with exams and practical .
But Ah .. Slowly I lost all the interest. No Newspaers.No NDTV.Not even Sudoku.
No news was captivating enough to keep me engrossed for more than 2 minutes. Not the "Happening TN Politics"..Not the Gossips in the page 3... Not the "Mahajan Trajegy"... Not the "Narmada drama" ... Not the " Reservation Hangama"... Absolutely Nothing.
A week before the elections I sat "Mum" for 20 full minutes vowing to lack of interest and information when a group of friends chatted endlessly about the "amma vs kalaingnar" . I was not aware of the affirmations made by both the parties or the ads in the TV.
On the day before election I felt the guilt rushing within me.
21 year old , supposedly educated girl not even knowlegeble about the various manifestos. I got the newspaper ( touched it after many many days) and read the list of promises made by the two strong state parties. Browsed the net. read Lok Paritran's Candidate profile and their manifesto.{ Listened to their party song .. Nice one by O2 }
equipped with the basic knowledge of party and candidate names and a gist of their manifesto I was ready to cast my first "vote" in the Indian democracy in 2006 State elections voting procedures in the civics book came alive in front of me. The school. Security Secret ballot polling Officer party agents voter's list.ID card.The a small queue.
Myself and amma waited in the queue . A separate voting machine was provided for each street allotted to that polling both it was a multiple server , infinite capacity, multiple FIFO queue .Phew.Actually well organized. They allowed my grand father and few other old people to bypass the queue I was thrilled surprising the auto wala agreed to drop us at the school for just 10Rs... last time some auto wala took 10Rs was when I was 10 years old.
Since appa was out of station , we told the lady there checking the names that he was my father and would not come to vote ..With all the ID checking the impersonation has reduced .. still I believed it was my responsibility to tell them irrespective of whether they wanted to listen or not.Democracy.
Then on the way back home my amma told me stories .
It was decades back when my mom was a little girl and my granddad was the polling officer in a sensitive area in Blore.
Then one lady had come to vote... but actually it was a case of impersonation.
And my granddad had a doubt and cross examined her and asked her husband's name.
The agents got agitated and claimed that it was offensive and embarrassing to ask a lady her husband's name !!!!
My grandfather apologized to them and told them he was not aware of their sentiments. And hence asked her different questions.
Like her neighbor's name, Her home address, her family members etc.
And that person's answer was not satisfactory and was sent back !!!!
My grandfather is a brave man and always abides by the rules ...
Overall it was a brilliant first voting experience. Except for an extralarge ugly ink mark on my finger.
Also those were the days when I woke up before the sun came up.When I used to call Radha at 7 in the morning everyday to discuss politics,Cinebuzz,last page Hindu and Metro Plus .
Those were the days when I was busy with exams and practical .
But Ah .. Slowly I lost all the interest. No Newspaers.No NDTV.Not even Sudoku.
No news was captivating enough to keep me engrossed for more than 2 minutes. Not the "Happening TN Politics"..Not the Gossips in the page 3... Not the "Mahajan Trajegy"... Not the "Narmada drama" ... Not the " Reservation Hangama"... Absolutely Nothing.
A week before the elections I sat "Mum" for 20 full minutes vowing to lack of interest and information when a group of friends chatted endlessly about the "amma vs kalaingnar" . I was not aware of the affirmations made by both the parties or the ads in the TV.
On the day before election I felt the guilt rushing within me.
21 year old , supposedly educated girl not even knowlegeble about the various manifestos. I got the newspaper ( touched it after many many days) and read the list of promises made by the two strong state parties. Browsed the net. read Lok Paritran's Candidate profile and their manifesto.{ Listened to their party song .. Nice one by O2 }
equipped with the basic knowledge of party and candidate names and a gist of their manifesto I was ready to cast my first "vote" in the Indian democracy in 2006 State elections voting procedures in the civics book came alive in front of me. The school. Security Secret ballot polling Officer party agents voter's list.ID card.The a small queue.
Myself and amma waited in the queue . A separate voting machine was provided for each street allotted to that polling both it was a multiple server , infinite capacity, multiple FIFO queue .Phew.Actually well organized. They allowed my grand father and few other old people to bypass the queue I was thrilled surprising the auto wala agreed to drop us at the school for just 10Rs... last time some auto wala took 10Rs was when I was 10 years old.
Since appa was out of station , we told the lady there checking the names that he was my father and would not come to vote ..With all the ID checking the impersonation has reduced .. still I believed it was my responsibility to tell them irrespective of whether they wanted to listen or not.Democracy.
Then on the way back home my amma told me stories .
It was decades back when my mom was a little girl and my granddad was the polling officer in a sensitive area in Blore.
Then one lady had come to vote... but actually it was a case of impersonation.
And my granddad had a doubt and cross examined her and asked her husband's name.
The agents got agitated and claimed that it was offensive and embarrassing to ask a lady her husband's name !!!!
My grandfather apologized to them and told them he was not aware of their sentiments. And hence asked her different questions.
Like her neighbor's name, Her home address, her family members etc.
And that person's answer was not satisfactory and was sent back !!!!
My grandfather is a brave man and always abides by the rules ...
Overall it was a brilliant first voting experience. Except for an extralarge ugly ink mark on my finger.
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