Showing posts with label The Great Indian Rat Race. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Great Indian Rat Race. Show all posts

Monday, February 02, 2009

I'm back!! (again)
The last time I wrote in this blog, it was May 19, 2008. I was in deep shit, having flunked most of the copious amounts of entrance exams I gave. Somehow, however, I managed to get into BITS Pilani, Goa Campus, and that's where I am now.
Anyways, I've been in college for nine months now, and now that the gestation period is over, I finally have an idea of the place and my place in it. But, let me be honest (damn, where's the cursor?), the only reason I'm writing this is because I actually got a hit, and a comment!! (thanks Ayush). So now that I officially have a reader (or rather a biped who actually found my blog, and found it any good), I might as well continue with it.
So here goes...

Monday, May 19, 2008

Failure is a bitch. I should know, I am a prime example. Today's been a horrific day. I didn't clear the ISI exam, one that I was desperate to clear. Now generally, I won't be getting into any of the islands of excellence vis a vis engineering, be it the IITs or BITS, but this was my dream. Shatterred. To make things worse, by this time tomorrow, my CBSE results will be out, results that will prove my credentials as a failure. With my life, everything that could go wrong usually does. Anything I want, I generally do not get. Lets face it, my life sucks. And I will always be a failure.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Real Indigestion

So, just eight days left for my board exams, and I am getting the willies, whatever they are. It's really amazing how every year I manage to end up eight days before the exams, and find that I know absolutely nothing. It is a feeling to remember. Really amazing...

Fidel Castro resigned as president this week. Here is a man who is the perfect pain in the backside, which he proved to be for nine US Presidents. It is an indictment of the silencing of the voice of the poor in a country how an entire country could be subjected to the mass hysteria of the fear of Communism. I was born after the Cold War ended, so I cannot claim to be an expert, but I find it laughable that a country can fear an idea, which would basically equalise the economic status of all citizens. The only bad thing about Communist states, which I have found in history, is the creation of a totalitarian state. Is it impossible to create a state where everyone is created equal, and civil liberties are conserved? I guess not. But that's not because the idea is impossible. It's because the nature of man rejects it.

The other big story of the week is the declaration of independence in Kosovo. This wasn't as unexpected as Castro, but as big, if not bigger. It is a fascinating study in geopolitics, and how the leaders of the free world can pragmatically sign the death sentences of potentially hundreds of people in order to further their goal of world domination. For the moment, the US recognises the independence of Kosovo, the Serbian minority in the north, which basically gets cut off from their homeland, will fear retaliation for the heinous ethnic cleansing of Slobodan Milosevic. This will prompt them to go on the offensive. Also, elements within the Albanian majority will attack the minority in what the US will not term genocide. The move will also give impetus to other separatist movements in the Balkans - especially Serb movements in Bosnia, an impetus to fight for their own countries, an atmosphere which could lead to another 1992.

However the most fascinating story of the week is yet to unfold. Pakistan - well, a little less than half of Pakistan - finally came together to give the boot to all the king's men in possibly the feel-good story of a week full of turbulence. Yet their penchant for playing politics is coming to the fore with the PPP keeping its options open, which might just - and I have a sneaky feeling, that it will - save the dictator. This was probably the worst result that could have come out of the elections. A sympathy wave majority for the PPP would have meant a triumphant return to power and a definite boot for Pervez. A PML(Q) victory would have united the country under the banner of rigging accusations. But with the PPP not winning a majority, it opens a myriad of possibilities, which could involve a PPP government which does not impeach Musharraf. Or the ever growing threat of another Emergency. Mr Zardari isn't exactly the most trustworthy person around, and Nawaz Sharif will have to look behind his back for some shenanigans, which sink Pakistan even further.

And now for some domestic news. Raj Thackeray's antics set a dangerous precedent for out-of-luck politicians resorting to playing the xenophobic card to resurrect their political careers. It is the fundamental right of every citizen of India to travel and settle wherever he or she wants, and nobody has the right to target him for not having lived there for six generations. The most disturbing fact of this incident was the fact that nobody fro Mumbai's famed intelligentsia, or anyone from the political spectrum bothered to say this or speak out against this heinous crime. By keeping their silence they have sent the message that the act is condoned by them. In fact another twopenny politico in Bengal went and bashed the Meros in Bengal.

The IPL - the BCCI's attempt to make city loyalties appear from thin air was one thing that actually excited me this week. However, you cannot expect these franchisees to dish out huge moolah for a month every year. The BCCI should seriously consider replacing the worthless Ranji system with a yearlong professional league, which includes Twenty20, one-day and four-day matches. Of course their has to be the provision of a No-Objection Certificate for international players to play in the league. I believe that when you put the franchiser's money at stake, they will be forced to go and look for the exciting talents our team really needs.

Wow, a really long post, this. What a great way to release three weeks of pent-up tension!

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Parent Teacher Conferences and US Politics

I'm almost 18, on the brink of adulthood. Therefore, it's a bit of a pain to undergo a Parent-Teacher Conference. Today was my last. Surprisingly, I didn't get nostalgic about it at all (can you blame me?). Of course, I am old enough (and wise enough) to let my mum go alone, which I did. As I write this, I am still tense about the outcome, but a phone call gave a wonderful teaser...
Apparently, I've done horribly in math and I am consequently going to, well, get beaten up for it. I have a long overdue library book, without returning which, I won't be allowed to graduate. And, I'm possibly grounded for the rest of my adolescent life.
So adieu, cruel world...

Meanwhile, in political news, Hillary and John McCain have won their respective Florida primaries. While this means nothing for the Dems (no delegates), it might be the coup de grace on Rudy Giuliani in the GOP stakes. My sympathies go with the guy, whose Florida stragedy (a la Jay Leno's Freudian slip) backfired amazingly. It seems both my fave Republicans - Giuliani and Huckabee are out of it. Even more reason to love the Dems.
By the way, I recently did some research into the candidates' compatibility with Indian interests. By making an unscientific and, at times arbitrary rating system, I ranked them in order of pro-Indianism. (Note: I've left out the ones who've dropped out)
  1. John Edwards (D) 41.7
  2. Barack Obama (D) 39.3
  3. Hillary Clinton (D) 34.9
  4. Ron Paul (R) 29.4
  5. Mike Huckabee (R) 27.33
  6. John McCain (R) 23
  7. Mitt Romney (R) 22.2
  8. Rudy Giuliani (R) 21.7

As you can see, the ratings have been based on their stands on various issues, and not my opinion of them (Giuliani is last). The issues taken were India, War on Terror, Pakistan, Energy, Trade, China, Climate Change, Immigration, Russia and Israel.

Ever Yours in Eternal Pain

Ciao!

Sunday, January 27, 2008

I'm Back!

So, my non-existent readers, you're very own Ajachi is back. So clear out the cobwebs and stop asking yourself, "Was he ever gone?", or better still, "Who the hell is he?", and ignore the obvious punctuation errors and get ready for an erratic feed of, well, nothing.
So, I've discovered someone recently. In the era of globalised TV, we in India have finally borne witness to the comedic genius of Ross Noble. Watching him on Jack Dee's amazingly funny show was sheer bliss, and after the intense bouts of laughing my prostate off, further perusal of the name on good old Google led me to his Randomness show in Stoke. He is the funniest man I have ever seen.
A thing you must know about me, dear non-existent reader, is that I am actually preparing for the inner circle of hell we in India call IITJEE. All right, not really preparing, more accurately, appearing to be preparing. Although I've given up on this grand finito of the teenage rat race we love to run, it is not because of a latent hatred of science. It is because of a new-found love for math, which I hope to pursue through the Indian Statistical Institute.
If you know me, O Imaginary One, you will have heard of my love for quizzing. My passion for the sport is truly the driving force of my young life, and although forced to give up on it, lest I lose the cheese, I hope to someday be back on the circuit.
I guess that's about all I have in this segment. Here's to all those imaginary people who I hope to never know.
Ciao!

P.S. A shout out to the brave men and women who go through life with the pain of halitosis. My prayers are with you. Just don't sit next to me at my Chemistry tuition again.