Silent Protest?

Now take the words "Protest Reservations" and put them on a black board or a black t-shirt or any black background. Now, assume "Pro" is written in a light coloured font, "test" is written in either a dark or a black coloured font and "Reservations" is written in a light coloured font as 'Pro' is. To a lazy observer like me or even a keen observer like you, it will read like this:

"Pro Reservations"

This is what you and me are doing today. Yes, we are protesting reservations, but silently (not with enough 'dhum" in our voice rather) and what do we sound like? Just think...

On my part, I am planning to wear black as a form of protest when I land in India on June 3rd. I hope to be able to get the words "One of the few places I am given reservations is on a Plane" or "Arjun is a dog" or "Thanks to reservations I know what caste means", etc (you could add more such captions). We could even start a t-shirt line with the brand name "youth for equality". Alas! wish I could do more than wearing a t-shirt. But, considering the fact that I am coming to India to get married I will have to pass the idea of sitting at dharnas or taking out morchas. Wish I could be a part of some youth protest. Some youth are really creative. AIIMS had the following slogans at the site of their protest:

"Is it a hand of Congress or a slap on our face?"
"I didn't vote last time but this time I will -- Congress you will have to pay the price."
"50% reservation 100% politics"

If by one in a million chance any of you happen to read my blaag and have a creative idea for a protest "caption" please do leave a comment.

You will crack up looking at the creativity of some guys.... follow the link
http://in.rediff.com/news/2006/may/24look1.htm

Jai Yuvashakthi!

A step backwards.

How many of us have reservations about reservations? I dont know about you, but I do.

The last time people thought about reservations in a major way was when a certain ass with half-baked ideas implemented the increased quota system way back in 1990 just to gain some political mileage. Such people should be shot or sent to Saudi for stoning. Well, the ass never came back to power even though he played vote bank politics. But wonders of all wonders his cousin, another ass has brought up this issue again. What does he need to do it for? Does he want to come back to power after this tenure? Lets ask the ass himself

Qner: Mr. Ass singh, why are you doing this?
Ass: I am doing it cos my ass is itching.

Qner: Oh no! I didnt mean why are you sratching your ass now. Why are you allocating the 27.5 % quota for OBCs now?
Ass: Oh that! I am doing it cos I care for the public. Its for their good.

Qner: Really? is that why your ass cousin did the same thing 15 years ago?
Ass: No comments. My mom told me not to fight with my cousins, so no comments on that.

Qner: Ok, so what about the general category guys and the merit?
Ass: Are you kidding me? Do you think I came to politics through the merit system?

Qner: Hmmmm..... dont know about that. Do you think this OBC public will vote for you in the next elections and bring you back to power?
Ass: Surely they will. They know I am a minister of the people, for the people and by the people. I want to make an appeal to the general public to make the next PM. I am sure they will not regret it.

Qner: Oh! come on Mr. ASS! you are way too old for that, dont you think you like your ass cousin should take retirement from active politics? Actually dont you think its time for old stupid politicians like you to DIE???
Ass: I wish I could but there are only a few slots available in heaven every year. And, 70% of the slots are reserved for SC/STs and OBCs which is so unfair for people like me belonging to the general category. If you fail to get the slot then you are sent to hell. So, I am not even trying.

Qner: You are so sick Mr. ASS!
Ass: Sorry, your time is up. Upto 50% of my interview time is reserved for SC/ST or OBCs. Now get going.

Ok, folks that was the interview with our shady senile minister Mr. ass. I pray for India's general good that this ass dies before they implement the increased quota system in the central univs. No, actually he should get AIDS or may be some STD or whatever.

My take on reservations: Should be limited in number and time and should be available on a one time basis to the deserving candidates. Once a person receives reservation in any higher education or government job, his son/daughter should not be entitled to reservations in the future. Guys whose fathers are earning well, can buy them bikes, can afford good high school education are totally undeserving and should not be given this luxury. And, ministers who support reservation for vote bank politics should be treated by a doctor who has come through quota system only. All the striking medicos have my support as long as they dont block roads or protest illegally. Road blocking is equivalent to a crime and punishable if you ask me.

No shit!

Wham! double wham! Before I could spit out a mouthful of melodious epithets, another bham! wham! I shrieked in horror at the white gooey spots, splashes rather, on my windshield. I made sure those mouthful of unhearables did come out this time. Bent forward, groaned at the latest splinter in the lower reaches of muh back and looked up to see a small but strong congregation of huge white birds sitting atop the fone cable that was passing some 30 - 40 ft right above my car. I didnt know these white feathery thingies loved to have their early morning loo meetings there. Must be discussing something really important like who is this month's "Droppings Champion" or "Cackling Champion"? Whoa! what is that thing hurtling towards me from the midst of the congregation????.... everything happened at a lightning speed. Even before my big bloated head could calculate the object's velocity (sqrt(2gh) aint it?) and react, it hit me right in the face. Luckily the windshield was there to protect me against the foul missile. I looked at the new coat of gooey paint on my windshield and said to myself "No shit!".

"If they want a war, they will get it" I exploded, and jumped outta my car. Little did I realise that I have still not recovered from the painful knee surgery I had a year ago. The inevitable happened; landed with a huge thud on the ground clutching my knee. The pain was horrible, couldnt even open my eyes to see if the knee came apart. Groaning seemed to be the best medicine. Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! What was that painful ringing noise in my ears? Is it the white birds mocking at me? Are they pointing their ugly feathers towards me and cracking up? I had to take revenge, I am the one who will have the last laff, I told myself. In a fit of rage, I threw the first thing I could hold on to at the birds..... the ringing noise stopped and slowly with a triumphant smile on my lips, I opened my eyes. FU*kING HELL! Where am I? What is all this around me?

By the time I realised what had happened my new alarm clock was no more, my bedroom was filled with all kindsa metal, electronic debris and what not. Dragged myself to the window and saw my car standing majestically in the sun; the windshield was still gleaming from the wash I gave it yesterday. To me it looked like it was winking.

Looking back at the crime scene, I said to myself "Probably a broken alarm clock was better than a freshly painted windshield with exotic paint". Will go to the orthopedist tomorrow and decide about that. Hope my future in street cricket doesnt end with a silly nightmare of white birds.... mummmeeeeeeeeeeeee!