Dear B-school aspiring students,
Today, we will try to analyze the CWG with help of an analogy to a birthday party.
The CWG has a very close resembles to the birthday party of a student in a hostel. Metaphorically of course.
Let me show you how, CWG had one scapegoat (Kal-mad) and hostel birthday parties have the birthday boy. Both get dirty without wanting to and get a good beating in be it physical or through the CBI (again, metaphorically of course). Now the beating can be kicks on the ass or being kicked into the Tihar.
In both the cases, there are some close people to the birthday boy (or the scapegoat) who also get pulled in for a beating. For example, I got a bit beaten up as the room mate of the birthday boy last night. Similarly, the close aides of Kal-mad were also getting their own share of beating.
A lot of people turn up in the hope of getting a piece of the cake or an aim for a cut (or a share of the free flowing money), but not all are able to get any action. This is because there are some people who are standing close to the birthday boy who get a big share of the tempting thing in front of them. And whoever is close makes sure that they dig into the tempting, mouth watering pie before anyone else is able to. (And trust me; getting a share is a very difficult thing). Those who get a piece of the pie are often not to be found later on, but hey, it was fun.
A lot of people get a bit drenched in the after math, when people are angry and trying to pull the spectators in as well. Such as the water buckets being flung across at the crowd. This part is mostly fun because everyone who is a target, runs, but gets at least partly wet, just like in the CWG case, there were people who were getting wet with allegations.
So, I wish that anyone trying to understand CWG should at least visit the hostel birthday party once. You will get a close picture.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
A wednesday remembered on a wednesday.
I quote a friend of mine who was conveying his anger after the Mumbai blast today, and referring to the movie “A Wednesday”. He said something like this:
“we have become insular.... it hardly pinches us now... weve gotten so .... should i say used to events like this happening.
karna saalon ke saath wohi chahiye
they believe ki theyll obtain heaven... theyll have 22 virgins waiting at the gates
i say lets send the bastards to their heavens, and show them they are in HELL”
And the thought came, are we really so blind? What can change things? And the biggest, can we change things?
We should be educating every other person in basic sense of belongingness to this country, irrespective of how you hate or love this place. At last, it is home.
Make renting out flats and cars without ID proof impossible. Hey choke those people for supplies they need.
Make sale of cars to any tom dick and harry impossible. Don’t let them have any way to move around with privacy.
There is no point in getting wild ideas like that in the movie “A Wednesday”. Like the work that Naserudeen Shah portrayed. A simple man with a simple aim. To clear the cockroaches in his house.
Because holding terrorists at gun point is not the way to fix this place or these people. And lets accept it, not all of us can do such a feat like that. I would admire someone who may someday do such a thing in reality, but I know I am not the one. I also know that most of my friends are not that person either( atleast I pray so).
I loved the movie “A Wednesday” like any other patriot did. I too hate the Indian judiciary system which has not yet hanged the sole 26/11 captive. And I hate that CBI (or for the matter any Indian investigating agency) takes years to solve cases. But then are we the citizens perfect? So many out there sell cheap material that may be used as a component to make an explosive device. At times for barely a few hundred rupees.
I really pray that everyone out there is not following the “Don’t see any bad” word to word. Because my friends, if you see something fishy or something wrong, please don’t just turn a blind eye. We are not in a perfect world, but play a part to save someone if you can, cause tomorrow if he survives, he may save one of us.
Why did I write this? Why did I get back at writing today when I had given up on my writing?
Because I feel pain....
I feel like crying and shouting right now
I feel like beating someone up...i feel like consoling the ones who have lost their family members.....
I feel like doing exactly what Nasurudeen Shah did....
But i dont have the courage or the brains to do it. I also know that I am angry right now and tomorrow I may even forget all this.....I feel the pain right now, and I wanna change things cause I dont wanna feel this pain again...
“we have become insular.... it hardly pinches us now... weve gotten so .... should i say used to events like this happening.
karna saalon ke saath wohi chahiye
they believe ki theyll obtain heaven... theyll have 22 virgins waiting at the gates
i say lets send the bastards to their heavens, and show them they are in HELL”
And the thought came, are we really so blind? What can change things? And the biggest, can we change things?
We should be educating every other person in basic sense of belongingness to this country, irrespective of how you hate or love this place. At last, it is home.
Make renting out flats and cars without ID proof impossible. Hey choke those people for supplies they need.
Make sale of cars to any tom dick and harry impossible. Don’t let them have any way to move around with privacy.
There is no point in getting wild ideas like that in the movie “A Wednesday”. Like the work that Naserudeen Shah portrayed. A simple man with a simple aim. To clear the cockroaches in his house.
Because holding terrorists at gun point is not the way to fix this place or these people. And lets accept it, not all of us can do such a feat like that. I would admire someone who may someday do such a thing in reality, but I know I am not the one. I also know that most of my friends are not that person either( atleast I pray so).
I loved the movie “A Wednesday” like any other patriot did. I too hate the Indian judiciary system which has not yet hanged the sole 26/11 captive. And I hate that CBI (or for the matter any Indian investigating agency) takes years to solve cases. But then are we the citizens perfect? So many out there sell cheap material that may be used as a component to make an explosive device. At times for barely a few hundred rupees.
I really pray that everyone out there is not following the “Don’t see any bad” word to word. Because my friends, if you see something fishy or something wrong, please don’t just turn a blind eye. We are not in a perfect world, but play a part to save someone if you can, cause tomorrow if he survives, he may save one of us.
Why did I write this? Why did I get back at writing today when I had given up on my writing?
Because I feel pain....
I feel like crying and shouting right now
I feel like beating someone up...i feel like consoling the ones who have lost their family members.....
I feel like doing exactly what Nasurudeen Shah did....
But i dont have the courage or the brains to do it. I also know that I am angry right now and tomorrow I may even forget all this.....I feel the pain right now, and I wanna change things cause I dont wanna feel this pain again...