Sunday, June 22, 2008
The one with the blue neck
That drank of the nectar of death
And lived to tell the tale.
Come, Blue bird,
Bring that nectar
To souls parched for death
The multitudes left uncounted
Because the world only recognises
Souls parched for eternal life.
A brief life can be bliss too.
Come, Blue Bird,
To the ones not counted
To the thirst not yet quenched.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Of these, 4 were from middle to high income class, and 5 were from a disadvantaged background.
In addition to the fact that the 4 who were from a well off background did not make the basic cut, they had one other disqualification that led to their summary rejection.
When you have had educated parents, with one or both parents being in government service, have gone to above average educational institutes and have been an average student or more, have afforded CAT coaching and GD/PI coaching as well, and if you still want to take the reservation route to an admission just because of the caste that you were born into, that tells me that your ethics are all in the wrong place. It tells me that in a fight, you will not think twice about using unfair tactics. It also tells me that you are willing to step over other people to serve your end, even if they justifiably deserve the opportunity more than you do.
Is that the kind of manager that a B School wants to send into the world? Is this what we want to portray in our alumni?
We decided against it. We want alumni whose integrity is at least as good their intelligence.
And therefore, I am personally against all people using the quota route when they don't have any disadvantage in their background. They rob a deserving candidate of a fair seat, and they use an unfair mechanism to further a selfish end.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
As a reminder of how women like us suffer," she'd said.
"How quietly we endure all that falls upon us"
If you don't know already, "A Thousand Splendid Suns" is Khaled Hosseini's second book. This one is about women in the Afghanistan of the Taliban.
More than anything else, this book makes one feel grateful to have the right to education and livelihood, the right to go out of one's house unescorted, and the right to travel alone.
We forget that these are rights, and in some parts of the world, nearer than we think, (i.e., right here in India), there are women who do not have these rights.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
On May 14. 2008, Lalit Mehta of Vikas Sahyog Kendra was brutally murdered by those threatened by his work.
Lalit’s colleagues and friends have now come together to raise funds for his family. The aim is to raise a sum of Rs 6 lakhs that would enable Ashrita to receive an interest of Rs. 4000 per month. In addition , FD of Rs. 1 lakh each in the name of the 2 children. Thus the target is to receive at least Rs. 8 lakhs. Please send your donations in the name of Vikas Sahyog kendra . The account details are:
SBI , Daltonganj Bazar Branch, A/c No – 10801981840;
For Direct transfers – IFSC Code – SBIN0001221;
For FCRA Donation, A/c No. 10801935906 ; IFSC Code – SBIN0001221
In case you are mailing a cheque, please send it to – Manij Singh, President, Vikas Sahyog kendra
Chhatarpur , Dist. Palamau, Jharkhand. – 822113
Tel no – 0656-285483; 290013
Please also send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org stating the purpose of donation as support for Lalit Mehta Family.
So why is one posting this? One did not know of Lalit Mehta before this. I do not know if he was indeed doing what he was purporting to do (which is a mean thing to say, but one is the devil's advocate today) .
However, I do believe that even if he was a bandit(which he decidedly was not), that does not change the fact that his family needs financial security - his wife and children were not Veerappan, and we owe them something for the loss of an engineer husband who did not want to work in a corporate jungle and instead, chose the grassroots for his work.
I have not made too many appeals on this blog- that goes against my nature. But in this one case, if you can donate, please do. No amount is too small, and SBI has branches all over.
PS: And if you want to know more:
Monday, June 09, 2008
What is this song about? Its a deeply stirring song, and one has heard it at least hundreds of times, and have a strong feeling that it is connected with something in our world, but can't put my finger on it. Does anyone know? can guess?
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
It is strange when a book in English (The Bridges of Madison County) inspires thought in Punjabi.
When the thought first came , it was written, and then adjudged to be too tacky to be shared. S.m.a.r.t thought otherwise, and has inspired me to put this on the blog. She says the brickbats can be directed to her(but then, of course, we do know that all the readers are too polite to offer brickbats even when they are due.)
So here goes, with reference to context - The Bridges of Madison County.
ਮੈਂ ਸਾਂਭ ਕੇ ਰਖੀ
ਇਕ ਦਿਨ ਹਵਾ ਮੇਰੇ ਕੋਲ ਆਯੀ
ਸੁਗਨ੍ਧੀ, ਬਨ੍ਦ ਪੋਟ੍ਲੀ ਵਿਚ ਸਾਹ ਨਹੀ ਲੈ ਸਕਦੀ
ਐਨੇ ਮਰ ਜਾਨਾ
ਓਦੀ ਗਲ ਮਨ ਕੇ
ਹਵਾ ਦੇ ਹਵਾਲੇ ਕੀਤਿ
ਯਾ ਪਰਸ਼ਾਦ ਵਾਂਗਨ ਵਂਡ ਦੇਵੇ
ਮੇਰੇ ਜਯੇ ਹੋਰ ਕਮਲਯਾਂ ਨੁ
ਹਵਾ ਦੀ ਮਰ੍ਜ਼ੀ ..
ਮੇਰੀ ਪੋਟ੍ਲੀ , ਮੈਨੁ ਪਤਾ ਹੈ
ਗੁਲਾਬੀ ਹੋ ਗਯੀ ਹੈ.
मैं सांभ के रखी
इक दिन हवा मेरे कोल आयी
सुगन्धी, बन्द पोट्ली विच साह नही लै सकदी
ऐने मर जाना
ओदी गल मन के
हवा दे हवाले कीति
या परशाद वांगन वंड देवे
मेरे जये होर कमलयां नु
हवा दी मर्ज़ी ..
मेरी पोट्ली , मैनु पता है
गुलाबी हो गयी है.
was in safekeeping.
Untile one day
the Wind came to me
"Fragrances cannot breathe in closed knapsacks."
Obligingly, i handed over
your memory to her
Or, to give away as holy offering
to other mad people like me.
What do i care?
For i know
that my knapsack, once white
is pink now.
So there, i still think its hideous(and no, am not fishing for compliments here), but there it is, for you to suffer.