Monday, April 10

*Surprise!*

Its finally happened. It took us over 56 years and 3 months to do it. But we managed to do it. Surely you know what I am talking about? What else can I talk about? What else can every hot-blooded youth worth his salt talk about? Everyone I know has had 'the discussion'. In various forms, in various varying levels of emotions, but they've had it. I am just going a step further and registering my opinion in a sea of opinions which frankly speaking doesn't matter two annas.

See, my dear ladies and gentleman, it has taken just 13 articles (Articles 330-342) of the 444 articles in the constitution to kill the spirit of the sovereign secular republic of India. It was bound to happen. It was supposed to be a measure only for 10 years. But if you let some wolves smell easy prey and tell them that they have a time lock on the hunt, they certainly are not going to take it well. They are going to do what is in their power to catch hold of the jugular vein and ravage the innards of the prey to their satisfy their carnal instincts. That has happened. Why is there such a hullaballoo all of a sudden? Don't tell me all of us were so busy in the admiring the newly burnished land that is our India. Didn't you see it everywhere? When the Supreme court had to categorically state that 49.5 is the magic figure, that meant there were huge backers who would've given half their constituencies for the remaining 0.5%. When there was an embarrasing voice in our 'reformist' government which suggested the call centres should also shed some percentages , did you not see this shameful era being declared?


Well, we apparently did not. Hence all the spikes in instances of blogging by Indians (it took me out of my hiatus for one). Hence all the protests (both silent and vehement). Hence the media houses having their hands full to the brim. Everyone is oh-so-very-shocked. Even the bourgeoisie apparently has a talent for feigning suprise. Everyone wants to give in their $0.02 as often as possible. Some whohave taken the film 'Rang De Basanti' to heart feel this is their clarion call to revolution. I hope no bloke does something abysmally stupid as was potrayed on the screen. Many also apparently feel that the three letter abbreviation O B C was spawned by Ravana himself so that he can enjoy the slow but marked decadence that is creeping into the minds of the policy makers. "Reservations for truly deserving, economically bacward communities is fine, but OBCs are not them. OBCs are the progeny/fraternity/sorority of Lallu Yadav, Mayawati, Uma Bharti et al.". Tch Tch.


But one thing holds. Never before has the youth of this country felt so violated. Never before has it ever felt its future being traded for a few more zeros in front of wily swiss bankers. Where are our Meritocrats. The government, which is led by an economist and a rocket scientist suddenly has muted the voices that of its leaders itself. What do they feel? Do they see something that our inexperienced, easily ruffled minds do not? Why don't they share their profound thoughts with us?


Personally, I don't care if Arjun Singh declares that every alternate year IITs and IIMs shall play host to only to tribals from remotest corners of the country. Even if in the future, the glorious 50 years of these institutes, remind us only of all that could have been. Really. I don't care if the IIT/IIM/NIT/REC/AIIMS/NLS/NID names are dragged to the mud and every shine and every glimmer of hope for the nation that was once seen through them was smudged out. But as a citizen of the country, raised with the staple of essays and debate topics of 'Mera Bharat Mahaan' / 'Brain drain' / 'Unity in diversity' , I would just want our respected elders to grant us one wish.

Please let there be atleast one place in the country where foolhardy youth of my age can experience what we have experienced in these past few years. Just give few of them a refuge where it would just be Merit that mattered. A place with closed walls and open minds. Where everyone rubs shoulder with everyone else, without a grudge. Playgrounds rooted on 'equality of status' which would grow into symbols so magnificent that each would be a lodestone for the sea of talent that resides in this land.


Sounds familiar?