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Quotas and others

I got.. an e-mail from a friend.. regarding the unrest in India that's involving the students as they protest against the implementation of the quota system to be implemented in educational instituitions... Students of five premier medical colleges have stopped operating parallel OPDs to give more sting to their protest The president has called for an end to the anti-quota agitation, but pissed off medical students continue with their strikes, and business men have joined these strikes. On the other hand, certain state governments have welcomed affirmative action: "The DMK Government in Tamil Nadu has decided to bring in a legislation to provide for reservation for Scheduled Castes and Tribes and Other Backward Classes in unaided, non-minority self-financing colleges, Governor S S Barnala declared on Wednesday."(deccan herald). caste- is a hindu phenomenon. It leaves out most of the other major religions- that are Christanity, Islam and Sikhism, amongst the hoardes of oth

War

She isn't crying till the cows come running home. ha ha i dunno why but that sentence got stuck in my head. But yea.. we had an interesting class, yet again.. relating to women in conflict situations and i mean i knew tht life was unfair bt well.. it didn't strike me until.. well, i thought, think of rape think of virginity think of woman as the nation, and think soldiers coming in right, to conquer and rape the land. And the way they rape women from the other side, whilst they advance into the nation they are hoping to conquer. Impregnate her with their spawn whilst the men folk are out fighting the battle in which they might die. But she lives, and 9 months later out pops the child from the enemy. Her nation might have won, she's lost. Because she's got a baby from another, she's the spawner of the enemy's child. If her husband came back, he'd leave her because she's been touched by the other. And if he died she's alone. Either ways shes alone. War

People are Strange- The Doors

People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange

Moonlight Drive- The Doors

Let's swim to the moon Uh-huh Let's climb thru the tide Penetrate the evenin' that the city sleeps to hide Let's swim out tonight, loveIt's our turn to try Parked beside the ocean On our moonlight drive Let's swim to the moon Uh-huh Let's climb thru the tide Surrender to the waiting worlds that lap against our side Nothin' left open And no time to decide We've stepped into a river On our moonlight drive Let's swim to the moon Let's climb thru the tide You reach a hand to hold me But I can't be your guide Easy to love you as I watch you glide Falling through wet forests On our moonlight driveMoonlight drive C'mon, baby, gonna take a little ride Goin' down by the ocean side Gonna get real close Get real tight Baby gonna drown tonight Goin' down, down, down

IF

What if u never came my way u never told me the things you did i wouldn't hurt now and if u said it was too late when we began and then u said let's stop then i would be happier each day instead, the lemmings come to the ocean too soon and they jump in and stop existing who is there, to remember them but those who know and to those who don't we never were but for u and I we lived. we won't for long though. we were we won't for too long though. So u sit by the ocean whilst the sun comes down, While I think of the lineage continuing But we aren't... while we were... together. Not forever.

My Indian Trip Home

Indian magoes... yummmmmmmmmm Waxing in India: cheeeeep Waxing itself: hurts big time, and bleeds.. bt smooth skin Indian weddings: huuuuge waste of 2 days.. shld start and stop at the reception Indian wedding choultries(if a word like that exists): fun fun fun.. like camping indoors with generations and generations of family members under the same roof, cramped up space with a mad rush for the only bathroom half an hour before the next round of functions begins Bangalore: crowded, conjested, dusty (left my handphone by the window at night, wake up in the morning to find it covered with a film of red sandy earth).. no point becoming such a big city if those who've always been here no longer feel that this place can be their home Cofee Day: yummm tropical iceberg Indian Handphone System: U SUCK Bagalorean drivers: kick ass Bangalorean Roads: we spent how many millions on the Ring Road again? Three years down the lane, the pride of Bangalore's infastructure has just become anothe