A sad irony of being an indian.

An irony about the reservations.

I spent around 8-10 hours everyday for three years trying to improve myself to compete with the best and managed to reach a college which is amongst top 10 in the country, where as some of my friends,who at that time were just loafing around, enjoying life are in better college than me despite of getting one-sixth marks of what i got, only because they belong to a certain caste.

And they are supposedly under-privileged people and me a suppressor of their rights.

PS: Edited to add the following link: Click here
Just read the experience of a fellow OBC guy at IIT on how the reservation is actually increasing casteism instead of removing it.

Unpredictable life

It has been more than 15 days in bangalore.And my life is goin pretty cool here.I am being designated as a consultant in my project and am also working as one...boleto minimum input with maximum output.I also went for trekking at a pace called coorg this weekend.Was fun and a welcome break from this seemingly busy city.

Well yesterday...while browsing through orkut profiles,i came across a really touching thing.I saw the profile of a person who is now nomore.What really touched me was the fact that there was a girl who was still writing him scraps....telling him about her day and how much she misses him each day.

And latter in the evening,I buzzed a friend of the guy in the profile on messenger and came to know that he died in a road accident few months back.The girl who was still scrapping him was the best friend of that guy.

It once again showed me how unpredictable life is.We make plans...we all do but noone knows what fate has planned for us.Also,after your death,people would not remember you for what you were but only for who you were.

I am not posting the link of that profile because i didn't wanted people to disturb his peace after his death.And btw...that girl is also a blogger and i have left a comment on her blog.Lets see if she responds.

A Final Goodbye

Let's hold our hands and say good bye
To all thats been our reasons to cry
And let's forget the things that are done
As some days from now the earth will die.
Let's not think of the past again
For now we are, beneath the sky...



Let's kiss again and say good bye
To sad stories of the weeping sky
Let's forget that we ever have to part
For all shall part with time gone by.
And let's call life, the time we have
And when we part we'll say we die...



Let's love this day,the days ahead
With roses of white, pink and red
We share the love we have so loved
We know we'll love till we are dead.
So,Just live and wait till our time is up
Then smile with love and say good bye...