11 players inside the circle
Count the number of players. 11. And all inside the circle.
Anti Reservation
The very first time I found I belong to brahmin when I was in que for admission in Govt College Ludhiana. 100 seats and my number was 104th in merit list. Dad said, “Humm, chances are not good.” For me it was simply a moment to tell myself, “Dude work hard and improve your handwriting.” I got admission in good school. Good Govt. School. My section was B. Again Coz Section A was stuffed of guys with higher merit and some guys from Reserved Category. By now I was aware of guys who were SC and ST in my class. Only one guy look different than all of us. His father was a sweeper in Municipal committee and his cloths used to tell that he was from poor family. Rest of the guys were OK. His name was Hari and he was not good in Maths, English, Physics and Chemistry, all our main subjects. By December 94 it was clear that Hari will not be able to find the momentum of a body. He left the class and joined ITI. Again on a reserved category seat. In 10+2, some of the reserved category guys joined free coaching classes offered to reserved category, SC/ST, students, for pre engineering. Me and some of my batchmates dropped the idea of studying more. There was no good reason. But still we started preparing for entrances. All of the reserved category students performed badly in entrances than other guys. But still some managed to get seats in Govt Engineering Colleges. Some even got seat in Mechanical Engg.
As if life had started teaching me, I got admission in a Polutechnic. My batchmates were, again, reserved and general category and one more category, Girls.
GIRLS belong to another category which gets special attention. Half of the fee was refunded to girls.
My reaction was, “Oh thats kool. Wish I cud have been a reserved category girl.”
Today after 10 years of all this I again tasted the reservation. I was in a meeting. As the meeting ended I was trying to find a way out of PGIMER. My First reaction to see doctors blocking all the roads wa, “Oh What the hell is this?” I could not find any route that was not blocked. At last some guards suggested me an alternate route that let me out of Chandigarh.
I said, “But I want to go to Madhya Marg…”
The guard interrupted me, “Babu ji, they have blocked Madhya Marg, take that exit and try to find your route yourself otherwise you will be trapped inside for whole day, they will block this exit also.”
The doctors in PGIMER Chandigarh are protesting against the reservation on caste basis. Even as I faced problems I support them. I want equal oppertunities for every Indian.
There are n numbers of spelling misstakes in this post. The post was punched in hurry and in a rage. So typos are present. 2nd thing like my hand writing my typing speed is too fast and I type w/out even looking at keyboard so all the typos. Like this i have many excuses to tell u that am gr8 and typos are small thing for me. Now what about grammatical misstakes? Hmm need to find more excuses.
