Friday, December 22, 2006
you guys, each single one of you
is a rock star.
so when the old year bids adieu
think of things to do anew
that makes me cringe
that makes me smile
that makes my life, worthwhile.
love, luck and laughter
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Monday, December 18, 2006
when the sun takes his final bows
Monday, December 11, 2006
Here, my concept of buying vegetables has changed... thanks to the weekly Bazaar. It is an amazing concept based on the weekly market funda. Every day of the week, a gathering of vendors (fruits, vegetables and household products) converge at an alloted spot in a particular sector. Thus, people around the area get to pick and choose from a large variety and they also do not have to travel miles for it. The vendors get to sell their wares to a wider mass and they get to pack and unpack in a different place everyday (look ma, am a gypsy). Our area hosts the mela on Saturday... hence the name 'Shani Bazaar'.
It is an awesome, awesome experience. But there are a few ground rules:
Too much dust = carry a hanky or a tissue to cover you nose
Too many people = be prepared to be jostled around
Too many people = beware of pickpockets
Too much variety = remember, you have only ONE fridge and only ONE week to finish stuff
Too many vendors = drastic difference in prizing and quality
So... here are a couple of blurred pics. Have the fun ok?
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
i was part of the media
i was proud
once upon a time.
bursting at the seam, gloriously, gloatingly proud.
a snake chasing a toddler
a wife beating her husband
a child trapped in a pit
a man with a tail
a father's anguished plea to be left alone
a daughter naming her mother for a pimp
news. news. news.
coverage. 24 hours of in-your-face coverage.
100 Tibetan protestors... bundled and sent to jail
for protesting against the guy who represents their misery, their anguish, their loss of the place they called Home
not newsworthy. nope. such things dont matter. people are arrested. people are not let out even when their bail can happen. not just worthy of a coverage.
its just a bunch of people you know ... fighting for their rights... how can that possibly be better than the miraculous appearance of the image of a God on a tree? i mean... toinks, how dumb can you be?
i am part of the media
i cringe, shrivel
every single time.
edited to add:
redemption in sight: http://www.rediff.com/news/2006/nov/22jintao7.htm
Monday, November 20, 2006
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Week after week, for almost 3 years.
He would be late most times and so would I; Teju and Monu took turns … but never Preeti… she was always there on time. We arrived at the designated spot from a variety of directions. We bantered and argued our way to Churchgate and almost ran all the way to the Unit.
1 Maharashtra Air Squadron, NCC.
And of course, most often, we were punished.
Blood and sweat fought to mingle with tears and smiles.
Torn uniforms… Dropped rifles… Lost berets … Missing badges … Shoe polish … were an intrinsic part of our lingo.
And then, one day… we passed out.
The mighty ‘C’ certificate holders.
The ‘group’ held on for sometime.
Some of us managed to hang in there, connecting, communicating, keeping the bond alive… while others floated away.
He … was one of the floaters
He … one of our best buddies
He … of the miserable pjs
He … the Jordan follower
He … who first coined the term mput.com … monu, preeti, uma, teju
He … the guy we called Pandu, PC and an assortment of names
He … who came back to our midst last week
We spoke, like always … a gaali here, a rotton joke there … 10 minutes of long distance calling to bridge the gap built over years.
Damn the miserable twit for getting me all choked up but I am so glad to have him back… just so we can skewer him to the first signal we come across.
Oh and, Thank you Internet for your billion networking sites.
Monday, November 13, 2006
We came back with our faith in Mr. Akhtar's skills intact.
Heard a fellow movie watcher comment: "Would have been a bumper hit if only he had chosen another name for it..."
We liked it anyway.
Nice Film there ... despite Shahrukh Khan... and *shudder* Kareena Kapoor.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Yeah they are a good team, maybe the best even, but I so do not like them and their we-are-superior-than-thou looks.
They have brought down cricket.
And to think, even in my dreams, they continue to triumph and wear a very irritating sneer.
I mean, it is MY dream and I should be the first, second, third umpire, right? RIGHT?
Friday, November 03, 2006
took the parents shopping
bought a truckload of clothes
oohed and aahed at the great indian weave mela
spent more money
avoided husband's probing finance related questions
ate some not so good but heavanly smelling food
am back in office
and it is friday
i so do not wanna work
i am very super ultimately completely bored. i am so bored that i am going to find words @ thesauras for synonyms for bored...
... ok. am also lazy.
Monday, October 30, 2006
We did touch the above mentioned places, but what touched us… me… was the Ganga Arti at Har-ki-Pauri, Haridwar.
I have no words to describe the feeling.
No words can capture the beauty, aura or the sheer energy level of that event.
All I can say is … there comes a time in life, when you are so moved that every nerve, every single pore in your body responds to a unique beat, of tumultuous joy, of pure belonging…
I had one of those moments when I sat there amidst thousands of people on the ghats of the Ganges.
Unbidden, prayers leapt to my lips
My eyes were drawn to the flaming Arti thali
Magnetically, my feet led me to edge of the embankment, so I could touch the holy water
And I left the place, a little more blessed… a little more at peace with myself.
Har Har Gange! Protect us Ma… May the human kind find salvation yet…
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
To say it took our collective breaths away would be an understatement. The style, the painstaking symmetry, the detailing, the idea, the execution, the sheer effort of creating and maintaining a monument of that size is testimony enough to the perseverance of the human mind. But what positively was the icing was the way the volunteers handled the crowd (a very significant one at that).
Brilliant. Brilliant. Simply Brilliant.
Patient prompts. Gentle guidance. Soft assurance. Smiling authority.
For a person who has been to a LOT of temples and experienced the ‘paid-darshan’ routine, the simplicity and the whole-hearted devotion of the volunteers touched a chord.
So, all you non Delhiites, rest assured of being escorted to atleast two places when you come a-visiting:
b) Red Fort for its awesome sound and light show
Drenched in History
Memories in your ancient walls
You try to bind me to you
With soft whispers
From the ages past
And on another note, it is that elephant sized bird brained ignoramus’ birthday today.
Happy Birthday Mugs
Shine on you Crazy Diamond…
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Given a chance, I would do it again … and again.
There are these bastards roaming the streets of Delhi. They wear the sacred ochre robes of the sages and captured snakes around their necks. They shove the snakes into the faces of unsuspecting people and demand money in the name of the Snake God… and most folks give in… more out of fear than reverence.
One of them tried his trick with me this morning.
The poor cobra he had captured was reason enough for me to kick his backside to hell and back. The way he tried to threaten me broke my resolve.
He got away with a tongue-lashing this time. The next time around, changing lights not withstanding, he or one of his cronies are going to see what a sting really feels like.
This snake bites. And she is bloody venomous when threatened by scumbags who torture animals and play up on people’s fears.
Friday, October 13, 2006
I met up with one half of the people
Who gave me my first break
He sat on the opposite side this time
As a vendor
Eight years ago
He sat on a table once
With a lost scared girl
And explained a concept
She worked on building
For one whole year
I left the place
Built my career
Doing the very same thing
He taught me
Eight years ago
In that place
I met with colleagues
I call my friends today
Blood of my soul
Pulse of my life
Thank you A and M
You have done a lot
That a lot do not think right
A lot, including me
But I remain
For that first break
That lesson in life
Friday, October 06, 2006
I have often pooh-poohed at my older relatives who have religiously stuck to their faith. While most time they actually do not understand the deeper meaning behind an act, there are times when I end up getting an answer to satisfy even my boxed opinion.
Hinduism they say, is not a religion, but a way of life.
I hunger to know more about it. The real reason behind every ritual, every act. This is one good place to start, I think…
Friday, September 29, 2006
I am good at justification.
This guy was a hunk. Every inch of him reeked of royalty. Only, I forgot his name.
I do remember the name of the littlest fellow there though.
He is 'Ekdanth' or the single toothed one.
One of the beautiful cottages that were occupied by some of the most beautiful people.
Bum Chums. I watch your back, you watch mine. Yada Yada. Blah blah.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee blogger diiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
i am gonna try with the help of flickr and if dat doesn't work either, am gonna go home, wear my witches' hat and put a hex on the whole bleddy thing. not the hat stupid, on blogger. here goes:
and you are soooooooooooooo cursed.
start hanging out the garlic and thyme makers of the blogspot
Monday, September 18, 2006
We saw Lage raho Munnabhai
We watched it sitting in seats scattered across the hall
We laughed a long time after the movie was over
We went to Dubare elephant camp, coorg
We extended our stay once we got there
We ate ... a lot
We slept ... a lot
We did a bit of walking (to the dinner hall from the cottage and back)
We bathed elephants
We patted errant puppy dogs
We missed friends, old and the older
We saw water snake, in water
We saw, through Mugdhas' eyes, National Geographic Moment where the snake missed a meal
We went koracling
We never learn spellings
We went for morning walks, our souls and moral support rested with Mugdha and Sri (because we were resting ourselves and could'nt be bothered to move our butt to go on a nature trail and identify crows)
We ate ... a lot
We slept ... a lot
We pottied... a lot
We saw stupid documentary made by stupid half french half indian curly haired moronic slimeball who loves elephants for all the wrong reasons and keeps them in captivity with big fat chains on their feet and calls it historic relationship between mahouts and pachyderms and we think she sucks rotton turkey eggs
We clicked nice pictures
We bathed elephants
We slipped in the slush and while flailing for support, almost pulled the mahout's chaddi
We took video recording of all the moments
We think every moment was momentous but we lacked cds, batteries and brains
We also did lot of translations from Marathi to Hindi and English for the benefit of Sri
We are considerate peoples
We went to nincompongolim* monastry
We drank coconut paani
We saw Monks playing goti
We bought rang de basanti cassette
We donated cassette to driver and kept cover ... so we could get lyrics atleast
We want to go back
We are Thanks to you for reading us and our long travel story and we will posting photos soon.
*We are not very good with complex names
Monday, September 11, 2006
I know a lot of folks who read, but I am yet to gather courage to ask them if they get the various characters mixed up in their heads like I do.
Maybe they do.
Maybe I have Alzheimer’s*.
I remember a lot of most stories. Never the author and almost never the name of the book though. And the lot I usually remember always end up being very similar to other characters in newer stories. I mean, they mi9ght not be the same characters, not even on the same side (of good and bad, duh!) but they have these certain traits that carry forward in stories from different folks, era and genre. Know what I mean? No? Forget it…
All the above apart, I also tend to get obsessive about some characters… like Boudica aka Breaca of the Boudica series by Manda Scott. Or Firedrake from The Dragon rider by Cornelia Funke and Sapphira from Eragon by Christopher Paolini, Taita from RiverGod by Wilbur Smith and Shanthi from the bearer of the reading light.
Ok, I no longer remember the point of this post.
And, Shanthi is not a character, she is Santa Claus in drag. And very pretty. And nicer. Santa never got me anything. Cheap bearded slave driver.
Lost the thread again.
Ps: Alzheimer's is a degenerative disease of the central nervous system characterized especially by premature senile mental deterioration.
Pps: You think? You really think … Hmmm…
Monday, September 04, 2006
But you do not, I repeat, do SIMPLY not call Vada Pav … Pav Vada…
It is an insult to that amazingly delightful of dishes.
And will someone please open a tapri where I can get a regular supply of the above mentioned yummilicious thingy in deprived Dilli? With Garlic chutney? And meetha chutney? And onions? And green chillies? Droolllll ...*
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet." - Shakespeare
Whatever you say Mr. PearyShocks
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
the problem is that we have a rat in the house.
make that multiple rats. and mice. and moles.
and they all have inter racial fights.
inside our house.
our home = a regular panipat = big battlefield
they (the rodents), like the kshatriyas of the by gone era, strictly adhere to war time rules.
the war conch is blown sometime past 1 AM and the battle begins.
trivia: each of the above mentioned race have a unique battlecry.
they call it a day (?) sometime around 5 AM.
Now, all of us reasonable human beings understand that a little more than an hour of sleep is not enough for a normal person.
try telling that to my husband.
silly fellow is up and chirpy AND EAGER to gym at 6 bloody 15.
now you tell me, is it my mistake that i detest gymming so?
the cruel instructor is another story, but still.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Friday, August 18, 2006
As I sat there, watching the little ones perform their hearts out… I heard a sniffle. I turned around to see a young woman with tears in her eyes. She said that was her daughter singing … the one who had to be carried on to the stage because she suffered from severe cerebral palsy. I could almost touch the pride I saw in the mother’s eyes.
Their family was not affluent she said, but they felt their child deserved more than living off a wheelchair.
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Last evening we went over to a friend’s place. The friend told us about the horror stories she had heard in an adoption centre.
One of them was about how a couple came by in a Mercedes and dropped their infant daughter in the crib kept for abandoned children. The couple had decided to keep the twin, a boy, though.
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Gems and gold
Are all you hold
Coz you miss an important part
Several tongues call it several things
What we commonly call a heart.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Learnings from the above sentence:
- All my ancestors had children ... loads of them. Pots and pots of them.
- The oldest sibling was usually old enough to mother/father the youngest one.
- I have a large, extended family.
- I am a grandmommy.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
You, who can charm an ant out of its pants
You, who is striving towards a doctorate
You, who is the handsomest pest in the world
You, who is strumming away on my ancient guitar
You, who bunks college to finish a much loved novel
I hate you guys…
Every last one of you
For in your own devious way, you have worked towards making my existence miserable.
Happy Raksha Bandhan … And you darn well keep up with the good work…
I love your brand of misery...
Maybe, I am just going senile, but what the heck!
Monday, August 07, 2006
Cos I figured it was better to write a poem and get it passed for an attempt than to write a post that had nothing to say. So here goes:
I wanna be in Mumbai
I wanna be in Bangalore
I wanna be in any place
Anywhere but here
la la la
*notice how the last four ahem lines make it a song?
I am brilliant.
I am also little bored.
Ok, maybe I am also a wee bit envious of the husband and his globe trotting in India job.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Prabha and I, or alternatively Meera and I… or some poor pal of mine and I, would have got up at the crack of dawn, caught a train to Dadar, waded through muck and an assortment of people and bought bags full of flowers.
Yes, it is that time of the year again
Puja time – Varalakshmi time
Its unbelievable… I never thought I would miss it so
The crazy folks
The long hours
The constant chatter
The piles of work
The never-ending stream of guests
… but I miss it… s o b l o o d y m u c h
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On the other hand, if I had been in Mumbai now,
I would have to think of what to get my friends for Friendship day
And I am broke
And I don’t think they would accept IOU vouchers
So, I guess I am better off here
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
The humid weather lulled the mind…
The slightest of sound
And the inert body was transformed to a state of supreme alertness
A tiny beam of light emerged on its right hand
And scanned the breadth of visible territory
Even the minutest of movement didn’t go unnoticed
The predator was a seasoned one…
He jumped when he had to, making almost no sound
That tiny slip-up cost him
His hearing ability
He probably died of a delayed cardiac arrest
When the terminator screamed out her lungs.
~ The End ~
Predator – Killer rat disguised as a meek mouse
Terminator – Toinks disguised as a shrieking banshee
Source of light – Torch disguised as a regular mobile
(No picture available. Shy guy, this one.)
Monday, July 31, 2006
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
And my green green corpse is discovered
Kindly put my colleagues behind bars
Hopefully, the bar will have 3 dozen pairs of wet stinky socks and no windows
Smelling salt... get me some freaking smelling salt ... fresh air... help ... help ... hellllppp
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Sipping a sad cold coffee and a watery iced tea
He: Am producing a movie sometime soon
Me: *Insert smart-ass inane joke here*
Me: Hyuck hyuck… I am so funny… you ought to use my lines for your film
He: Why not ... You will have to buy me dinner though, and often
Me: What? Waitamminnit! Why?
He: Simple funda … You wanna write for my movie, you gotta feed me… and anyone who wants a role in it will have to sleep with me… *smug grin*
Me: Haila … *Imagine open-mouthed, utterly amazed/disgusted/vague expressioned toinks here*
Monday, July 24, 2006
He walked off a ship and straight into our hearts
We raved, watched and drooled over his movies
He, of the intense kohl lined eyes
He, of the weird stutter
He, of the crazy attire
Loved him then
Love him now
Captain Jack Sparrow
All in agreement say ‘Aye’!
- and so we depply believe
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
i am human
a couple of tissues
blood and flesh
and a brain
and a mind
somewhere in between
to fly above
to be one
with the one
who will destroy
an endless loop
a continuous cycle
some call it living
i call it life.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
each time i believe i have left behind anger
immature urges to murder
basic instinct that says get violent
wipe the scum off this earth
God ... why ...
leave my city alone ... leave my country alone ... let us all be ...
Friday, July 07, 2006
I h a t e m e e t i n g s .. especially those long never ending ones where I am supposed to look intelligent. Takes a toll on my energy levels.
Keeping eyes open + look intelligent & interested...
Multi tasker I am not...
Bored to death
A handful of earth
and I'd settle down
No riches, no wine and
and certainly no goals
Gimme my cheque
and just lemme go
Smoky wifts of contempt
Eyes full of scorn
Petty talks to submerge
the arrogance of sound
I'd rather be sleeping,
sleeping snug and warm
In the embrace of my blanket
peaceful ... and calm
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Congratulations. You got me. Again.
Yes, I remember the day you are reminiscing about.
The crowded platform
The cancelled trains
The crazy ideas
The long walk
The shared umbrella
The drenched shoulders
The mad family
The smell of vada-pav
I miss it all, sorely.
But you know what hurts the most? The part where I cannot be with you today… the fact that I cannot be there to see your eyes shine as they scan through birthday cards… I cannot feel the laughter bubbling up behind that indignant voice which trying to guess the contents of the ‘gift-wrapped’ package…
The fact that I cannot be with you on your birthday
Such is life huh?
Happy Birthday Prabha… Have a brilliant life
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
I have waded through potholes full of roads*.
I have cursed the central railway. I have cursed the western railway. I have cursed the harbour line.
I have hitch-hiked, shared rickshaws, hopped off trains, prayed for a cup of warm tea, sang songs, held hands, heeded advice, lent my raincoat, shared umbrellas, pulled my hair in frustration, shivered in cold … in the rains of Mumbai.
So kindly do not tell me that the 1.64 mm of afterthought from the sky that you get here is RAIN.
Also do not stand over my cubicle and stare at the television set located strategically above my head. I do not want to hear moronic anchor repeating incessantly about the tragic condition of Mumbai after another lashing from the rain God.
It is not as bad as 26th of July 2005 (I hope and pray)
So stop adding to my already frayed nerves and … and I don’t know. Just keep off I guess.
And you guys out there in Mumbai, keep yourself out of trouble or I will come and personally whip your sorry bottoms.
Yes, I am irritated as hell.
*Intentional goof-up. Learn to understand these things.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Working at a place where I have a television set blaring all day has lead me to master partial hearing. Now I only wish to learn how to filter out stuff I read.
I was blog-hopping and happened upon Sai’s blog. He has written his take on the women in the Sabarimala shrine issue.
And then, I clicked on the comment button. Biggest darned mistake of the day.
People have thrashed the article and the author in the basest of languages. The argument on is utterly pointless and vague. Most of the idiots there don’t even know what the entire post is about. The whole idea has been misconstrued while a bunch of pseudo preachers of Hinduism have taken the utterly predictable course of pointing out the holes in other religions. A couple of them have the cheek to talk about menstruation as if it was some kind of disease. They have gone on and on about how religion and beliefs are not to be touched by a barge pole because the sentiment of 1000s was strung around it…
Wake up and smell the coffee you big nitwits.
It is not about one temple or one religion. It is about equality and the right to worship. It is about the one supreme God who does not believe in divide and rule. It is about getting a life. It is about thinking logically. It is about faith … in God and the judgment meted out therewith.
I have got a bad taste in my mouth just reading the thoughts… how do these people live with them?
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
The way the helmet jiggles when the wearer is moving his head to music
The way the trees smile and sway after a brief shower
The way generosity meter goes up when the weather is beautiful
The way people try to wipe their eyes through goggles while riding their bikes
The way the bhutta smells better during monsoon
Drizzle a little
Pour a while
Drops of beauty
Winds of joy
Shine as the dew
Rainbow of colours
I love monsoon. Even if it means being stuck in jams for hours.
And for those who complained, swore, cribbed about moderated comments, I plead not guilty
I am technologically challenged.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Also, I am a little agitated over the fact that Christopher Paolini is not a fast enough writer and his third book is not out yet. Ditto @ Ashok Banker, only in his case it is the 6th one.
Did I mention that not one bookstore stocks Manda Scott's Boudica part 2 and 4?
So, I went to the cousin's house and picked up a set of the most amazingly mindless literature I could find.
They are like the Govinda movies one used to go watch after stressful times (for e.g. exams).
I love you writer of frothy mushy nonsensical works.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
But the pain will be eased if you come along..."
Now, which girl can walk away from a corny line like that?
Not this girl anyway… especially when spoken with a particularly ‘paavum’ expression.
So one wakes up nice and drowsy on a Saturday morning and gets driven down to Meerut.
One is hauled from one government building to another on the pretext of registering a 4-inch by 7-inch or some such length of plot.
One felt awed at the imaginative artwork on the walls of said buildings … the people spit creatively in this land of mine.
One would have liked to ram a creaky chair down the 10th official who asked for ‘chai-paani’.
One felt like swooning when no breakfast was in sight and the time was 1.00 PM.
One grayed out (semi-blacked out that is) when lunch was not in sight either.
One wished to commit hara-kiri when one was informed about the 3-hour incubation period necessary for a document to be signed.
One would have gone on further with demented activities … if the one responsible for getting one in the said situation had not intervened and took one over to one another friend’s uncle’s place.
That’s where the hero of my entire post made an appearance.
Mithu – The talking parrot.
22 years old, he snuggles up to one and says… “chota Mithu kehdo na”
Aww shucks, so sweet.
Maybe I wont drop a bomb @ Meerut afterall.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Friday, June 02, 2006
A phone call early in the morning had transported me to virtual heaven
Our Princess had arrived
My niece Radhika is one year old today
I cannot imagine how we lived without her around
Live, Love, Laugh sweetheart…
And together we will drive your father nuts
Thursday, June 01, 2006
I have learnt to like the city I call home
I have found a set of people whose company I genuinely adore
I have gone around by-hearting road names
I have sampled the raste ka khana
I have done the tourist round
I have haggled with rickshaw drivers and taken the white line buses
I have mastered the art of making aloo paranthas
I have developed a taste for gol-gappas
I have automatically started saying ‘haanji’
Magar firbhi …
I cannot bring myself to be called a Delhiite
I cannot help but miss Mumbai’s sheer pace and spirit
I cannot forget the taste of the season’s first Alphonso
So many memories … and then, there is this:
Wind: N at 0 km/h
Wind: NW at 9 km/h
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Monday, May 15, 2006
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
I knew it would not work out
4 years later, they still were a couple
Maybe I was wrong …
Maybe they were meant to be
Weeks later, they broke up
So, do I feel thrilled that my gut instinct is intact or do I feel sick for my friend?
Friday, April 28, 2006
I am not against it. No way. I just love the thought of being treated by someone who got his/her qualification because his/her seat in the medical college was booked the day he/she was born.
I also don’t mind using software designed by an idiot with the brains of a termite but with a degree from a premiere university. No really, I do not. All software crash anyway.
But I will mind… oh hell yeah … punch-in-your-face mind … if someone ever suggests that my friend who knows more about her subject than anyone I know from her field, got her degrees because she belonged to a certain caste.
I will mind if someone sniggers at my engineering buddy and mentions he got his promotion because he was a you-know-who.
And I will most definitely mind the mentality this “quota-system” will create… that the so-called underprivileged people can only make it in life… thanks to what they are and not who they are.
It befuddles me completely … I mean, someone please tell me again, how is this reservation thing going to help anyone?