The Study Abroad Case : Personal Experiences

Studying abroad is a huge responsibility. And if I may, its just the studying; the “abroad” part is fun actually. Anyways I wanted to do this blog to actually pen down my experiences while “studying” abroad so that prospective people might have some idea before they join the “graduate community”.


1. Its f**kin’ expensive

That might evoke a “duh!” from you but it’s quiet different when you actually end up paying a euro for 6 tomatoes. Oh yeah! “Bite me!” was my first reaction as well! The point I’m trying to get across here is that living anywhere but India is expensive, so you might want to keep tabs on your spending and download that “Splitwise” app.

There’s a positive note to that point though. You start understanding that money needs to be spent wisely. You understand that earning money is a tough job and how hard your parents have worked to get the money and send you abroad. Living frugally (make note, I say “living”, not “survive”!) brings out another dimension in you. Valuing the money, every cent, makes you relish every single piece of that tomato you’ve put in your Biryani. Trust me.

Many times, I’ve eaten some stuff I made, horribly cooked “mix veg” for example, just because I’d put in money to buy those veggies and then cook them. I think of the money (hard-earned!!) I’d be wasting if I just throw it away. This point may be a bit over the “frugal” line for many of you, but I’m as cheap as you get. :p


2. I’m Indian, I’m gonna ace that course!

The most wrong “duh!” you’d have ever thought! Many people start off the journey thinking of how they’re gonna take the university by storm because, “duh! We’re Indians. Nobody studies more than us. We know more than Americans/Europeans.”  Buying into this philosophy is the first mistake you make. You’d have been a 100% correct if those Americans/Europeans you’re referring to are the ones shown in the dumbass comic flicks that you watch during your undergrad. In most cases, you’ll find out, you’re probably on the lowest rung in your class! You need to work as hard as everyone.


3. It might be a “party school”, but you better get your ass on that assignment.

So, you’re going to that Party School? Oh, you’ve seen all the “I’mSchmacked” vids on YouTube? Oh, you’re excited? Wow! I’ve got some good news and some bad news for ya buddy.

Good news: It’s a fuckin’ awesome party place with all the booze and people! Those videos are true.

Bad news: It’s not for you!

No, that’s not racist. It’s just that there’s a reason why your course is a MASTERS course and not BACHELORS. Over the course of your masters, your idea of rocking Friday night will change, not like you had mind blowing weekend parties at your undergrad place, but you get what I’m trying to put here. You better get your ass on that assignment that’s due on Monday. And unlike your undergrad, it’s not something you can indefinitely postpone (How I miss my DCE days! *snobs*)


4. Balancing acts.

Studying abroad is a great opportunity to widen your horizons and your perspective, or atleast according to your Statement of Purpose, it is. While there’s no doubt that you have to slag your ass off during your course, you must remember that this IS your last time at a university (unless you want to pursue a PhD, in which case, you have all my best wishes, kindly get off this blog. Thanks.)

You have to make sure you divide your time in such a way that you make the most of your time. Yes, study, but also, take out time to do other things. Explore the country, meet new people, make friends, get Schmacked! This time isn’t gonna come back! Try out things you’ve always wanted to. This is your last chance possibly (hey, PhD people, get out!).



I’m gonna leave that heading out blank since I’m not very sure about it. Feel free to fill in yours’. Anyways, I’m going to talk about making friends, both international and desi. It is important to have a good mix among your friends. It is as important to have friends from your own country as it is to have friends who are NOT from your country. I’ve seen many people, who wish to be in THAT group. However, in times of dire needs, in times of homesickness, it is your people who lend you a shoulder.

That being said, I am in no way questioning the commitment of your OTHER friends. They might me great people and sometimes even better than your countrymen. It’s just that, it feels much better to get drunk and shout “oh b******d!” with the buddy who speaks your language than to “Fuck You!” with internationals! I hope you get what I’m trying to say!

On the other side, you need to make friends from other countries as well. It is really really really important. Learn how they work, how they think, how they approach a problem. Sometimes, it would be entirely different to how you respond. It is fun, sometimes frustrating, but nonetheless, it is a much required learning experience. It is partly what you pay those gargantuan amounts of money for.


Should I write the heading conclusion as well? Meh!


Feels better now. So, in conclusion, I’d say.. It’s your last opportunity (you’re still here, aren’t you? Bloody PhD people). Your last chance to study, to have crazy fun, to explore, spend your dad’s money!! You’re abroad, in the US or the Europe, you’re at a place where many can only dream of going to. Make the moments count.

All the best!


Cons of Flying High

One should be wary of flying high. Not that it’s all bad, but flying is a risky business. You must be insured first to take the flight. Lack of insurance not only dents you but may prove fatal if you are too high up there. While it is okay to jump once in a while for fun, it is equally essential to come back. You smash down to the ground hard when you fall back. And that hurts, you know.

I write this because something familiar happened to me. Buoyed by last semester’s academic “success”, I flew to the enigmatic horizons, heavens, on the gust of wind which was my “ego”. I came crashing down and was hit hard by reality when I failed in one of my subjects this semester. The world turned upside down.

It will carry you high, only to disappear and then you'll cry
It will carry you high, only to disappear and then you’ll cry

I had been warned before, several times, of my high flight and nonchalance on the “insurance” part. But when the heavenly music wafts through your ears up there, you tend to ignore everything else. That’s common. It is blissful and who on earth wants to be interrupted in his bliss?

And then it struck. I failed. I had failed. I was now a labelled failure, at least for the time being. But I did not accept it. How could it be? I’ve managed to score at least 40 marks out of 100 even in dire times. I have managed to do that. I had secured 3 marks out of 20 during midterm and still managed a passing 40 out of 100 in the finals.

I realised, what crap I was into. I was talking about getting passing marks now. I was once a topper in my school. Getting mediocre marks was the definition of failure for me, let alone getting passing marks.  And here I was, thinking about getting “passing marks”. How lowly I had began to rate myself.

When did I let myself drown in this abyss? Perhaps it was the company. Yes, it plays a huge role. I realised it later. I had started studying for the exams, just a couple of days before it. They did not seem to be of great importance for me. Because, as I feel now, everyone else around me took it lightly. Or at least ostensibly. I had let myself be fooled. Age old trick, and yet another victim. “I don’t  know how I scored! I hadn’t studied a bit!”. My ass.

There you go!
There you go!

There was not one exam for which I had prepared myself fully. I was content with doing it “more than my company”. How foolish was that of me? “You must never compare yourself to any other. You are not mocking him in doing that. You are deriding yourself”. And now as I see the results page, he passed and I failed. Everyone passed and I failed. From a good 73% to heinously low 56%. Failure.

What this episode did teach me was, how to handle failure. Although I am yet to fully come to terms with it, I think I am taking it well, really well rather. When you fail, accept it and move on. Failure to accept failure is a sign of stubbornness, arrogance. No one has succeeded with arrogant attitude. If anything, it has always been a reason for one’s eventual downfall.

 Now, I do not wish to go into details of how people succeed after failing and everything that accompanies it. In my view, one succeeds if one has the courage to stand up and tread his path again despite how many stumbling blocks dot the way. If you fall down, you need to get up and continue the journey. Or crawl. But do not stagnate. Stagnation is certain death. If you start crying over one stumble, you are good for nothing, dear friend.

The road to success is always under construction. The contract is with the Indian government.  You could keep waiting for it to be finished into a smooth road, or continue along under-construction highway. If you choose the former; chances are pretty high that it will still be under construction when you are playing the second innings of your life. Even if it is done, you won’t be in a condition to walk that long arduous path. If you choose the latter though, you will surely stumble and fall, but it will lead you to success, eventually.

I have fallen, it hurts badly. It will take me a little time. But I am sure I will get up, and continue this journey which is my life. For all I know, if I stay here, sulking, I will be run over. Such is life dear friends, such is this life.

I (won’t) Thank You!

Since I have been here in Pune, there has been a spurt in my blog posts and consequently the comments. While my blog posts may not be a reader’s delight or visually spectacular and articulated pieces of writings, they are, well, ME. I am no transcendent writer of any sorts, but I try my best. Cliche as you may say, I may also add that the statement I just gave is completely untrue. I do not try. I write what I feel, and hence “WHIMSICAL THINK PIECES”! Well, not actually “think pieces”. Thats a misnomer!

Some of you have been critical, which I greatly appreciate. I value people who criticize me, more than the ones who praise me. Who knows whether those cynics have actually read it or not. Yes, I judge you! *wicked smile*

It is actually not a drudgery to be able to decipher who has read and who hasn’t. I know I am not even capable of a writing that is tantamount to the “fabled” Durjoy Dutta’s ;).  And when you tell me “That’s amazing!” I know!

Most of my posts are from my office desk. And I noted a strange co-incidence, they received a good response  (my perception of good response is actually very modest!) praising my wiriting skills when I wear my recently bought formal shirt (with trousers, of course!). Absurd, you say? I don’t blame you. Thats how things roll when I am involved! As for this “think-piece” I think it will turn out to be a rather good one because.. Wait! What I am I wearing? Nooooooo.

I want to thank you all for your forebearance to read all of my insufferable posts. I hope, I can make my posts even more unbearable with your valuable “Ohh! That is perfect” comments!

Return of Jose Mourinho


As I was saying, if I have to choose a nickname for this period I will choose the Happy One

The Bridge faithful got the biggest gift in form of re-instatment of Jose Mourinho at the helm of Chelsea Football Club after the mutinous tenure of Spaniard Rafa Benitez. Surely Roman Abramovich has won fans back with his recent shopping for the club. The summer arrivals of Andre Shurrle from Bayer Leverkusen and that of young Marko van Ginkel from Vittese are certainly a cherry on the top of the delicious serving that this season is going to be.

It sends shivers running down my spine when I think of our team spearheaded by the most able manager in European football. The prospects certainly look promising. Yes, we did get a lot of quality last season after our Champions League glory in form of Eden Hazard and Oscar to name a few, but I was always skeptical of our chances at claiming silverware under Di Matteo. Of course he won us the Champions League, but with such massive restructuring at the club that saw Drogba among many others leave, we needed a strong head to manage and galvanize the new look Blues. Di Matteo was just not the man to do it. With in-statement of Rafa Benitez as interim manager, I saw a glimmer of hope. And this does not make me an unfaithful glory-hunter of the club. Rafa had done wonderfully at Anfield. And although I did not expect him to rejuvenate Torres of the old, as many originally thought why he was given the job in the first place, I expected him to give us a tactical advantage on the field. A strategy to which we could adhere.

A rather tumultous term
A rather tumultous term

Rafa did actually bring in his tactics, albeit it was entirely different. Which is partially the reason we could not win relatively easy and important games to boost our chances of second place finish and claim some other silverware, especially the FA Cup. Yes, we did well, but I just cannot think of us as the third placed team. That is Arsenal. We are Chelsea, the pride of London! And so, I wasn’t surprised when we ended the season with just one trophy, the Europa League, at the end of the season.

What Mourinho brings to the table is exactly what we need. He brings the confidence that every player should exude on the pitch. He brings the x-factor that is required to win the games. He brings us the feeling of being the best, the attitude, the feeling that we are the boss here. He brings in the players, the sense of togetherness, the sense of playing for the blue fabric on your torso. To play for the fans that support you through the good and the bad.

The bonding is already visible.
The bonding is already visible.

What Mourinho offers off the field is equally important. The ability to take on other managers head on, the classic Mourinho mind games. I think I am going to miss Fergie now 🙂 When Mou spoke eloquently about the Rooney situation, David Moyes couldn’t even get him. Mou had already released the arrow from his bow which probably had hit its intended target (read Rooney) even before Moyes realized. I found it absolutely hilarious when Moyes later commented that he would love to take on the Mourinho mind games, without realising it had already started. Coach Shahrukh Khan puts it like this in response to domineering attitude of his team’s senior most player in the movie Chak De India:

Har team me sirf ek hi gunda hota hai. Aur is team ka gunda, *pause* MAIN HU!

Loosely translated, it means “There is room for only one rowdy in any team. And in this team *pause* I am the rowdy one.”

The Happy One
The Happy One

And that is why, I say, Mourinho is probably our best signing. With players like Hazard, Mata, Oscar, Moses, Schurrle, de Bruyne, Lukaku, Ba Torres, Ginkel, Azpilicueta, the ones that are new, he will cover them in blue, Not for that ad campaign but like what Lampard, Terry and Cech have. The recently concluded Asia tour was a delight for the fans. The rampaging blues dominated the entire proceedings. Not only the old ones like Cech, Terry, but also the new guys Traore, Kalas, Ginkel, de Bruyne. And with all the Rooney saga, which I personally feel would truly make us a dominant force of the Premier League once again, I just cannot wait for the season to start!

The tinted glasses

Her facebook profile picture maybe outstandingly beautiful, an outlandish fairy tale angel like, but that is not what she looks like. That is what Instagram nakes her look like. That is what we all have accepted. Choosing to ignore that, which is truth. We desire truth albeit a tinted one. With a filter that makes it look better, at least aesthetically.

How, or rather when did we become such callous and ignorant ones? Why didn’t anyone stop us? Because what I see now, is not what is expected of us. We declare ourselves the only animal with some “sense” and yet we act in ways that would outdo monkeys.

We are so disconnected from the other half of the world. The one that lives in penury, one which loses its sons and daughters to hunger, to water that we would not dare to water our plants with. And yet there are people with no option, that drink it, and succumb to it. We have become so cynical and narcissistic that we have chosen to ignore their voices, entreaties, their mere presence. When did we become such diabolical lackadiasical creatures that has ignored pleads of its own species. By what right therefore, we call ourselves HUMAN?

People waste food. Do we not know of trails and tribulations faced by so many people to even get two square meals. Have you not seen this photo? How can you waste the food that could fill some childs belly that has been empty for days.

Aint photoshopped, neither instagramed.
Aint photoshopped, neither instagramed.

This photo is enough to convey the pain, apathy, misanthrophy that still has deep roots in the world. I see people squandering away water, food.  Why have you chosen to disregard and ignore this reality that still lies here. Why do you want to wear those tinted glasses when you know what actually is out there. Yes, those glasses will darken those unwanted elements you dislike, but it wont remove them. They’ll remain, in darkness of your vision, where you have chosen to ignore them. You do not wish to see them, but they are always there.

Next time you chose to throw away your food, keep this photograph in mind. You may have killed a kid somewhere by your cynicism.
Next time you chose to throw away your food, keep this photograph in mind. You may have killed a kid somewhere by your cynicism.

Being Frugal!

“There is an expiration date on how long you can blame your parents”

These are the words of J.K. Rowling which couln’t be put any better. This is a quote from her 2008 Harvard commencement speech. And by the way, if you havent seen it, well, you have missed one of the most inspiring speeches. Now, what I aim to expand on here and how this opening quote relates to it may seem a bit queer, but you will see the fog clearing, hopefully, at the end!

Years swish by, as Chronos wields his scythe upon us. There is pressure. Money runs this world. Money runs it all. You do not acknowledge this mad race untill you enter the field yourself. You can splurge your pocketmoney, but you won’t spend your earned money! Life teaches you that. It is the best teacher afterall. I have been on my internship, expectedly an unpaid one, in a city that is not my own. Initially, I “splurged” like I was Ambani’s heir. Pizza, clothes, brews, pubs, you name it! I went by my instincts. I had a healthy account balance! It was after my 20th day after arriving when I realised I had spent 70% of my allowance and was left with Rs 3000 to spend for the next 40 days. It was then when it dawned upon me how profligate I had been these days.

I cannot simply splurge the money my father had earned working so hard. Not that he was against it, he rather encouraged me to spend as much as I want.

Kharch karle yaar, tera baap kis liye kama raha hai! Mere baap ke paas nahi tha, par tere baap ke paas hai. Tension mat le!

Loosely translated, “Spend the damn money, you dont worry about it. Why on earth is your father earning! My father did not have enough money so I couldnt spend it, but your father has it, Go on!”. And mind you, this was without even a tiny bit of sarcasm. He is my best friend. Stern when required, friendly when needed. He always told me to spend the money as and when “required” but not waste it on useless items. But  now as I was growing old, I had to look into the economic aspect as well. I had to be frugal. I decided, I shall now be surviving on bare minimum for the remaining duration of my stay in this city. And I have gone lengths and breadths to save even Rs 5 at times. It may seem absurd to most of you, but try being the spendthrift you are today, when you earn yourself.

I discarded the auto and took up local bus, saving good Rs 40 daily. Sometimes I walk back home, 5 kms, to save even those Rs 15 on the bus! Dining out has been almost non existant now. If I remember correctly, I have since been just once to McDonald’s for a McAloo Tiki! I also maintain a regular account of my daily spending. And I am proud to still have Rs 2000 left for the remaining 20 days! Some of you might want to point out that this isnt “being frugal” but rather a miser! If you look up the entire period of my stay here, I am still a spendthrift on average! You have to balance it out. So until I start earning, I will be this way, or so I have planned. My father says

Everyone is a spendthirft on their parents’ money. Dont flaunt it. Be able to be the same on your own money and you would truly be successful if you can continue to be so after getting married!

Morning Rush
It is a herculean task is to board the bus every morning
And this!

Kids these days!

Over the duration of my stay in Pune, I have endured a torrid time. In front of television, that is. When you have a 6 year old haggling every time the idiot box is switched on to put on “Doraemon”, it really is annoying. Every time. It is at that point of time, you realize it really is an idiot box. I mean seriously, THAT is what kids these days call cartoon? What about the epic Pokemon? Absolutely nonsensical but comical Ed Edd and Eddy? And how can someone not watch Johnny Bravo? The super-scientific Dexter’s Laboratory! Or the diabolical Mojo-Jojo? My nephew just doesn’t like it. Instead he tells me “Ye bhi koi cartoon hota hai?” What has the world come to, dear lord? If you give me an episode of Pokemon, I’ll be as enthused and excited when Ash would yell “Charlizard, Main tumhe chunta hu!!” as I would have back then! Those days!

I have literally become sick of this Japanese jackshit. Jiyan, Nobita, Shizuka (God, are those even names?) and it doesn’t end there! There’s Doraemon, Doraemi, DORACAKES! What a fornication! (I got my family guys reading this! Cant use the other eff!) How do I know these names? Well, if you have a nephew who dilates his pupils like a cat, something like this Image,

and keeps asking you to please watch it with him, laugh at every other nonsensical act of that blue-raccoon (Doraemon hates it when someone calls him a raccoon! :p) (Ohh! Dammit!), you just cant help it! You have to watch that every time you sit down to have food, every time you want to know about current affairs or listen to the invincible Arnab Goswami. You end up watching the Japanese cartoon! I so hate you, people from the far east!

But if one is to retrospect, we all were once kids. Adorable, presumably! Naughty, definitely! Plundering everything, soiling the new robes every time we went to the playground and then there was extreme affinity for cartoons! I still remember being attracted to the Little Mermaid. Those lovely red hair! Kids nowadays, they don’t play as much physically, are a more “sophisticated” and prefer to be in the company of gadgets rather than friends. I remember, my mother used to struggle to keep me at home, it was all about cricket back then! You needed just some space, a bat and a bowl and a company, which wasn’t very difficult to find! Short pitch, long pitch, narrow pitch and if lucky, we had the full playground! Play like mad, return home dying sloth and there was always your dear mums ready with nimbu pani! Kids do not have this “luxury” now. Many of you might disagree with me, but I am being a spectator here! Kids do not play as freely, they wont throw themselves on the field to save a few runs! Heck, many don’t even play! Some don’t have the facility, others simply are reluctant. They find raccoon talks more enjoyable.

Today, I find these kids, even the one’s barely in class 8th flaunting their iPhones with Angry Birds back cover! I considered myself The One if I had a 9999999-in-1 video game cassette, or a Raichu tazo card (That was extremely rare!!). I am not deriding the current crop of toddlers, but I am questioning their ways. Is it good? Is it healthy? I guess only time will tell! I love my mom and dad for bringing me up the way they have, for I am too happy that I turned out this way! Not an ounce of regret! I would have had a brain malfunction if I grew up watching the Japanese!

And to end with what I started, fornicate you, Doraemon!


World Class University

(This essay has a tinge of impertinence. If you find it unsuitable please don’t read it further! CAUTIONED FIRST! )

The worst thing about coming into 6th semester at college is you have to start getting serious. You need to start thinking what to do next in life. What university to apply for, in case one wishes to actually end up in hell after treading the road to perdition; what job to take up, and, well according to my granny, your wife and your babies. (o.O) You have to be serious. Or at least act so. I have decided, voluntarily, to knock on the door that reads HELL. Yes, I am planning for a Masters degree after huffing and puffing my way to the last lap of my Bachelor’s degree. What can be worse than 4 grueling years at Delhi College of Engineering?

Well, looking up for a suitable college isn’t a simple task. Lots and lots of MB’s needs to be wasted on the internet which could otherwise had been more productively used (If you didn’t get this, please entertain yourself on POGO!). I have now been going with this stuff for more than 3 months and every single time I leave even more discombobulated than before. Many of you ( Please don’t count me the number of viewers on this blog. I know how “many” they are!) may be wondering why this appellation? “World Class University”. You aint talked shit about that yet! Okay here it goes why. (You may well advice your friends to start from here!)

Yesterday, I was watching a couple of YouTube videos posted by University of Waterloo. And I was amazed. Man they know how to have fun! I have posted the videos at the end of this article. People there actually “welcome” freshers to the college. It feels as if the seniors have taken the responsibility upon themselves to make the new entrants a part of the family. A “WEEK” of orientation PARTY! Get to know each other for a week before you begin the new journey (I don’t even know my batch mates completely! And I am ready to bet my fortune neither does any one else!). In other videos, I saw a girl, holding a placard that read “Free Hugs” in the middle of Main Hall. Some were signing up freshers for a tour of the city. It all seemed so wonderful.

Compare that with what you feel in this college when you enter for the first time. Everyone is busy with themselves. Seniors and freshmen are in a world of their own. New kids are as reticent as the senior pile. One fears RAGGING, other fears the CONSEQUENCES OF GETTING CAUGHT WHILE RAGGING. As a result there is next to null interaction. Freshers party is just another way to earn money as are selling T-shirts, hoodies, DTU sweatbands (seriously!). I remember myself coughing up INR 300 for supposedly a freshers party at a disco (that closed down the day after it was opened). It turned out to be a sausage fest (Again. Watch Pogo, kids). I was also forced to pay for the sweatband that I never wore and the T-shirt that looked like 10- year old kid’s 10 year old T-shirt after first wash! If you oppose them, they’ll tell you “Tujhe toh main dekh lunga sale. Tera jeena mushkil kar dunga college me. Tu janta ni main kon hu” (I’ll see you one day. I’ll make life a living hell for you here dude. You dont know who I am!) And freshers too are such scared noobs.

I cant say for other colleges, but this, DTU, this sure aint gonna be a WORLD CLASS UNIVERSITY. Not now, not ever! We cannot have a week long ORIENTATION PARTY here. We cannot have girls stay beyond 9PM outside hostels. If we have a girl standing in Mech Canteen with a placard FREE HUGS, she’ll be boob crushed, and branded a slut. If its a guy, he’ll stay there all alone, all day long, and be called GAY for the remainder of his term at DCE.

And there is no one but us to be blamed for this shit! We, the students. Preaching American Pie and practicing sexism. Boy, the mentality and attitude here! 6 students getting package of 60 lacs doesn’t make the university WORLD CLASS! Its all in the mind. When your mind is world class, the place automatically becomes one!

Some may say I made a rather unjust comparison based on YouTube videos. Well, that is true in some sense. “Dur ke dhol suhavne lagte hai” as one may quote in Hindi. But then, type DCE or DTU on YouTube. What you get is a series of protest videos! This essay doesn’t mean I hate my college all-out! I love it! I love my college and my Alma mater. I have made incredible friends here. Amazing moments, fights, anxious moments and what not! What I want to convey through this is Lets work together to make this place better! DTU: A truly world class University!

Okay that was utopian! The last few sentences! And I am not being a cynic, but realistic!

Watch these videos and keep up the spirits good people. Happy Holi!

The Indian Mentality

The recent furore about Delhi Gang rape caught the attention of people worldwide, asking for better security for women. Multiple nationwide protests as well as stingy remarks on the current state of security of women in India from people across the world only piled up more pressure on the government. People have nowadays started blaming the “government” for all the ill will in the society. And though the government has failed on its part to provide safe cities for the fairer sex, I feel this issue is a broader one that not only puts blame on the administration but also on the people of this nation.

When the news of Delhi Gang Rape flashed across the television screen for the first time, I let it go, for these news had now become more common than ever. It was only later when the brazen issue was highlighted in detail that I came to realize what evil this nation has become. And upon closely following various national events and the same repetitive statements issued by our leaders I was deeply ashamed and frustrated at the state of affairs in our country. Ashamed because I have been taught to call these people as my brothers and sisters. Frustrated because I find myself helpless in getting the country out of this quagmire. A girl was brutally raped, damage that was done to her was beyond ones imagination, both physically and psychologically. And all our ministers and leaders could do was to send condolences to the grieving family. Some even putting the blame on the girl herself. Doctors were trying hard to save her. And I fail to understand why. What would the girl possibly live for? Her dignity that was smothered? Or the respect? Which wouldn’t had been given to her in this callous society. A girl who has been raped is considered a taboo here, a black spot on the family. The person who did it would be tagged gunda or stud by many. I simply fail to comprehend this.

The MENTALITY of the people in this nation has been damaged beyond repair. All these people can care about is themselves. Their good, their happiness, their security. They are not ready to help others in need but expect others to pick them up when they fall. And when they dont see it happenening, it further strenghthens their resolve to be nonchalant about everything that is not related to them. This cycle continues indefinitely. And this is exactly what bothers me. That ailing person in need is your fellow countryman. And if not for country, let it be for humanity. Help the person out. Even if he has been bad to you, why do you become bad by not helping him.

It is not in the capacity of smaller person to forgive. Forgiveness is an attribute of learned and wise man.

Why I have been writing this now? Well, the recent turn of events around riled me up so much that the anger has reached its pinnacle now and if I could I would have been shouting and bursting my brains. The Kolkata market fire happened, and what I heard from our not so honourable ministers was “the death toll could rise. We are investigating. Our condolences to the deceased’s families. Compensation blah blah.”. Same was the case during Hyderabad blasts. They spoke of all the deaths ever so coolly. And why would they have to worry. Their family was safe, being provided the expensive Z type security. These bastards were elected to safegaurd us. What do they do in return? If not for their country, what are these people living for? They have one job to do for which they are paid laced with bribes. And they cant do that. People are right to blame these skunks.

While what I have further noticed is people indulge in castigating the political parties and their agendas during elections. “Its a rotten system. You just cannot change it”. These cynics demand of a revolutionary party and reforms that would put this country back on track. And when Arvind Kejriwal came up with this same agenda of the mango man by forming a AAM ADMI PARTY, people term it is as a publicity stunt. I just dont get this form of cynicism.

For once if I could, would want to ask the people of this nation, putting the PM along with the common man, WHY? Why this attitude.Why this nonchalance? Why this Mentality? If only we could work together doing what we are supposed to, the ministers do their job, the sarkari office karamchari does what he is alloted, wouldn’t we make a fabulous country? Help people. Help them, whenever you can, wherever you can. The only thing hat you are going to get is a blessing and a promise of help. Be good to the world, the world will be good to you.

I know all of this is utopic. But then striving hard for something is actually what humans are known for. Let us build a new nation with contributions from everybody.

I’ll leave you all with this video. Do take out a few precious moments of your life to watch it!