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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 other …

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. Wars in …

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 another sign o…