Sukrutha
It's my world.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
You may call it ego, I call it respect..
Sukrutha
It's my world.
Monday, August 29, 2011
MISSION AUGUST ENDED
It's quite tough to get rid of things, especially when you are used to it (just like corruption). I'm glad. You know what, I got rid of few things which I always wanted to do. It's just like emptying your closet, throwing away everything which is useless and not important. I threw away all those stuffs which were just rotting over there. It wasn't easy. In the process even few good ones with pungent smell has been thrown out and I know that ( I don't have time to wash it or cleanse it, you see). It is not my first time. I have done this every time at the beginning of the new chapter. It is just my part.It's my world
Sukrutha
Sunday, August 21, 2011
I wont carry my license, i dont want the traffic cop to book me. Its okay if I have to pay him, but I hate corruption in India.
Note : Found this interesting piece on one of my friend's facebook wall.. I have just copied it..
People are loading too much of trust on Mr. Hazare. All of them will soon have their trusts shattered when they'd realize they have been getting all emotional over nothing. A clear case of political opportunism, backed by the right wing. The gullible public is playing a part in it because they are taking Anna Hazare's word for it. One needs to think where they get funds to travel in chartered flights and arrange sound systems and displays. Definitely not from the Gandhian Anna Hazare's pocket, nor from the public who hate corruption but leave no chance to use it to further their interests.
Accept it, we, the people of India love corruption. We just hate other people who get bigger gains than us, through corruption. What’s happening in the country is nothing short of a blame game. It is as if everyone in this country is clean except the politicians and that too those of just the ruling party.
Yes, the present government is one of the most corrupt so far, but that doesnt mean you need to play into the hands of the opposition which is not far behind. Can the BJP say which of heir politicians or their allied politicians are honest? At least this government has the guts to put behind bars their own ministers. I can’t think of one incident where a BJP minister was sacked, leave alone jailed. Bangaru Lakshman who was the only guy cornered, after all the brouhaha by Tehelka is now a free man.
I see people getting all worked up and posting status messages about 'toppling corruption' and the 'fight against corruption' as if it is something that is external to them. Guys stop paying bribes and stop receiving favours and that will mitigate corruption. Passing a Lok pal bill is not going to do anything. The change has to come from within. Holding a candle and the national flag doesn’t make you honest or clean. You can do a lot more by actually not being corrupt.
Paying money or receiving money as bribe is not the only form of corruption. Voting a politician expecting him to benefit you and 'your people' is a worse form of corruption. You elect people on those lines, and you will get a corrupt neta. YOU are to blame for this. YOU do this and then blame 'the politicians' for the corruption in the country. YOU are the ones who put them there and gave them the power.
The Lok Pal bill was a step in the right direction, but now it seems to be just an instrument to embarrass the government. The self-appointed civil society needs to understand that they can’t make a perfect bill at a go. Moreover there is no guarantee that this government or the governments that might come later wouldn’t punch holes in it in the future.
Laws and punishments don’t stop people from committing crimes. They only help to an extent. You need to change the people to ensure that. Having an Election Commission which can act independent of the government and has done a good job so far, can only put people trying to buy votes. But if our elections are anything to go by, the ECI has only made a small dent in the vote-buying. The reason for this are not just the vote buyers, buy more so the vote sellers. Us. No matter how strict the laws are and no matter how powerful the vigilance bodies are, they cannot do much if citizens themselves are to blame. It is impractical to fight and country and put the country behind bars. Politicians are just soft and easy targets. A Raja or a Kalmadi gets noticed only because of the amount of money pilfered seems to be huge. To put it in perspective adding up all the money of major scandals and scams so far in independent India, it would amount to close to 5 lakh crores. India as a country has so far dealt in close to 9 crore crores! The problem hence lies not at the top level, but at the lower level. With us. It’s the common man who is the culprit. Moreover it’s the bribes that they pay for traffic challans, the passport checks and the land documents that cause heartburn to the common man and not the 2G scams and the CWG scams.
Corruption is not the disease, its just a symptom of a deep rooted disease – poverty. Money is such a major issues in the life of the Indian common man. Especially because we are so many and the opportunities so few. We hence resort to illegal methods to make our lives better and easier. We need to create enough opportunities and bring in enough development so that people don’t have to twist laws to make money. Take for example the salaries of our Ministers at the centre. At the end of their 5 year tenure they get what a software engineer would accumulate in the same time. Somewhere around 30 lakhs. By for him to win he HAS to spend a few crores. If he doesn’t pay for votes we don’t vote for him. Even if he is an honest person, to get what he has spent(just break even) on his election campaign, he has to pilfer money. And then they have access to lakhs of crores of rupees. It would be very difficult to not put his hand in the cookie jar.
And it’s a similar case with any other citizen in our country. The traffic constable whom we all hate and is regarded the personification of corruption gets paid Rs. 5600 per month if he works honestly. Then, you expect him to stand in the searing sun, stifling pollution and vehicular noise all through the day. He has to wear clean and ironed clothes too. And the competition for those posts is anyone’s guess. If he is a dishonest constable he can earn a few lakhs per year if he is ‘good’ at it. If you were one such policeman, what would you do? Aren't we asking too much from him and paying too little?
We expect government schools to run at almost no cost, but want top-class education in them. We want our railways to give us clean toilets, punctual drivers, tasty food and friendly Ticket Collector, all at such cheap prices. And no, we wont pay more. We want the traffic constable to overlook some ‘small-small mistakes’ when he comes for a routine check before issuing a passport and we want it quick. We ride without helmets, licenses and Registration papers, but shouldn’t be booked for such petty offences. Aren’t we being a bit too impractical?
Impracticality. Yes, that’s the word. That’s the word that would describe the laws we have and the laws that lead people to corruption. That’s the word that would describe the ‘fight against corruption’ and the proposed sweeping changes thereby.
I don’t think I will have to wait for long to see the Anna’s people to be disillusioned. The sooner, the better.
Then probably people will start thinking about efficient means of solving the problem of corruption instead of just condemning it and expecting it to vanish.
It's my world.
People are loading too much of trust on Mr. Hazare. All of them will soon have their trusts shattered when they'd realize they have been getting all emotional over nothing. A clear case of political opportunism, backed by the right wing. The gullible public is playing a part in it because they are taking Anna Hazare's word for it. One needs to think where they get funds to travel in chartered flights and arrange sound systems and displays. Definitely not from the Gandhian Anna Hazare's pocket, nor from the public who hate corruption but leave no chance to use it to further their interests.
Accept it, we, the people of India love corruption. We just hate other people who get bigger gains than us, through corruption. What’s happening in the country is nothing short of a blame game. It is as if everyone in this country is clean except the politicians and that too those of just the ruling party.
Yes, the present government is one of the most corrupt so far, but that doesnt mean you need to play into the hands of the opposition which is not far behind. Can the BJP say which of heir politicians or their allied politicians are honest? At least this government has the guts to put behind bars their own ministers. I can’t think of one incident where a BJP minister was sacked, leave alone jailed. Bangaru Lakshman who was the only guy cornered, after all the brouhaha by Tehelka is now a free man.
I see people getting all worked up and posting status messages about 'toppling corruption' and the 'fight against corruption' as if it is something that is external to them. Guys stop paying bribes and stop receiving favours and that will mitigate corruption. Passing a Lok pal bill is not going to do anything. The change has to come from within. Holding a candle and the national flag doesn’t make you honest or clean. You can do a lot more by actually not being corrupt.
Paying money or receiving money as bribe is not the only form of corruption. Voting a politician expecting him to benefit you and 'your people' is a worse form of corruption. You elect people on those lines, and you will get a corrupt neta. YOU are to blame for this. YOU do this and then blame 'the politicians' for the corruption in the country. YOU are the ones who put them there and gave them the power.
The Lok Pal bill was a step in the right direction, but now it seems to be just an instrument to embarrass the government. The self-appointed civil society needs to understand that they can’t make a perfect bill at a go. Moreover there is no guarantee that this government or the governments that might come later wouldn’t punch holes in it in the future.
Laws and punishments don’t stop people from committing crimes. They only help to an extent. You need to change the people to ensure that. Having an Election Commission which can act independent of the government and has done a good job so far, can only put people trying to buy votes. But if our elections are anything to go by, the ECI has only made a small dent in the vote-buying. The reason for this are not just the vote buyers, buy more so the vote sellers. Us. No matter how strict the laws are and no matter how powerful the vigilance bodies are, they cannot do much if citizens themselves are to blame. It is impractical to fight and country and put the country behind bars. Politicians are just soft and easy targets. A Raja or a Kalmadi gets noticed only because of the amount of money pilfered seems to be huge. To put it in perspective adding up all the money of major scandals and scams so far in independent India, it would amount to close to 5 lakh crores. India as a country has so far dealt in close to 9 crore crores! The problem hence lies not at the top level, but at the lower level. With us. It’s the common man who is the culprit. Moreover it’s the bribes that they pay for traffic challans, the passport checks and the land documents that cause heartburn to the common man and not the 2G scams and the CWG scams.
Corruption is not the disease, its just a symptom of a deep rooted disease – poverty. Money is such a major issues in the life of the Indian common man. Especially because we are so many and the opportunities so few. We hence resort to illegal methods to make our lives better and easier. We need to create enough opportunities and bring in enough development so that people don’t have to twist laws to make money. Take for example the salaries of our Ministers at the centre. At the end of their 5 year tenure they get what a software engineer would accumulate in the same time. Somewhere around 30 lakhs. By for him to win he HAS to spend a few crores. If he doesn’t pay for votes we don’t vote for him. Even if he is an honest person, to get what he has spent(just break even) on his election campaign, he has to pilfer money. And then they have access to lakhs of crores of rupees. It would be very difficult to not put his hand in the cookie jar.
And it’s a similar case with any other citizen in our country. The traffic constable whom we all hate and is regarded the personification of corruption gets paid Rs. 5600 per month if he works honestly. Then, you expect him to stand in the searing sun, stifling pollution and vehicular noise all through the day. He has to wear clean and ironed clothes too. And the competition for those posts is anyone’s guess. If he is a dishonest constable he can earn a few lakhs per year if he is ‘good’ at it. If you were one such policeman, what would you do? Aren't we asking too much from him and paying too little?
We expect government schools to run at almost no cost, but want top-class education in them. We want our railways to give us clean toilets, punctual drivers, tasty food and friendly Ticket Collector, all at such cheap prices. And no, we wont pay more. We want the traffic constable to overlook some ‘small-small mistakes’ when he comes for a routine check before issuing a passport and we want it quick. We ride without helmets, licenses and Registration papers, but shouldn’t be booked for such petty offences. Aren’t we being a bit too impractical?
Impracticality. Yes, that’s the word. That’s the word that would describe the laws we have and the laws that lead people to corruption. That’s the word that would describe the ‘fight against corruption’ and the proposed sweeping changes thereby.
I don’t think I will have to wait for long to see the Anna’s people to be disillusioned. The sooner, the better.
Then probably people will start thinking about efficient means of solving the problem of corruption instead of just condemning it and expecting it to vanish.
It's my world.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Bye Bye VTU
Its done.. Just got last results of my engineering yesterday.. I'm finally an engineer, Mechanical Engineer.
Its true : What goes around comes around too.. I ended up with the place where I started.. Only difference is confidence which I have developed in past 4 years. I know myself pretty well.. I'm really happy for my classmates who have this amazing results ( 99% FCDs). Some good records are made finally. Bye VTU.. Good bye for now.. Miss you GAT..
It's my world.
Its true : What goes around comes around too.. I ended up with the place where I started.. Only difference is confidence which I have developed in past 4 years. I know myself pretty well.. I'm really happy for my classmates who have this amazing results ( 99% FCDs). Some good records are made finally. Bye VTU.. Good bye for now.. Miss you GAT..
It's my world.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
I'm a brash
I hate it when few people keep quiet or, when forced to talk, is diplomatic to the point of avoiding the issue altogether. Yup I’m in one such situation of my life.. Thank you.. That is all I can say. How can anyone think that this silent mystique strategy can help you out all the time? But I’m a brash. I can’t be sphinx. You can’t win over me on that.
When I don’t problem with my tweets or face book status updates or my blogs, why are others bothered?
Whenever people make a mistake, instead of realising their own they just bluntly point it out at others. One can escape from it for time being. But in long run one has to realise. Truth is bitter.
Silence is no longer equated with dignity, poise or high stature. Be a straight shooter, come to the point, be honest about what you can and cannot do and don't be afraid to have opinions.
It's my world.
Sukrutha
Thursday, May 19, 2011
To whomever it may Concern
To whomever it may concern
There is a subtle difference between being wrong and realizing we were wrong. The state of being in the first one without realizing is where most of us get stuck and get judged. The day we develop the audacity to accept our idiosyncrasies, hypocrisies and sense of "watching our identities naked without any bias" is when we arrive as humans. The Ego is the killer here!
God bless you :)
Sukrutha
There is a subtle difference between being wrong and realizing we were wrong. The state of being in the first one without realizing is where most of us get stuck and get judged. The day we develop the audacity to accept our idiosyncrasies, hypocrisies and sense of "watching our identities naked without any bias" is when we arrive as humans. The Ego is the killer here!
God bless you :)
Sukrutha
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Short Love story in train (Fiction)
This is unusual.. I was coming back from Mangalore in train.. That was one such amazing journey of my life.. Bcoz I had traveled all alone to Mangalore. Stayed alone.. Enjoyed alone.. I needed a break.. The tension of my placements in my mind had just vanished.. I was placed just a 3days before. I had answered all criticism (some from relatives & some from my so called good friends).. It's really painful when your friend's don't understand you.. I wasn't so keen about my campus placement since I always had plan 'B' ready with me. If I weren't placed I'd have directly leaped into my plan 'B' (will write abt it soon).. I'm someone who always account for knowledge than marks & job.. We need a job to satisfy our basic needs. I'm extremely smart girl (Proud!!!). I have great dreams than working under someone .. I don't suit such work.. I don't want to be a looser throughout my life.. But I needed a job to answer few loosers. So once I was placed I came for this rejuvenating trip to Mangalore which I badly needed to know myself.
Now coming back to my train journey.. I had booked this side lower seat.. I love the comfort level in that seat.. Once I boarded the train I just wanted to stretch down to sleep. I was damn tired. Mangalore heat had killed me.. There came a bunch of malayali boys and gurls. They were from kerala (obvi :)) Boys were with short hair completely oiled.. But these girls were with very long curly hair with castor oil which you can sense even from 1 k.m away... :P Yukk.. I had to travel with this gang.. One of the malayali kutti (girl) came n sat opposite to me.
The train started moving.. There were 3 more seats empty in my compartment. Those were 3+1(mine) were the only seats which was not occupied by Kerala people. Even though I can understand most of the south Indian languages I could never understand Malayalam. I tried to speak to this girl in English. God.. She didn't know it. I gotta know they were taking up teacher's training and on a trip to Hyderbad. It was educational tour for them I didn't know how they could survive in Hyderabad. In Bangalore even if you donno kannada if you know other languages you can easily survive. That's why I call Bangalore "Real melting Pot" of India.
The train just started to move. I saw a old man and a old lady coming towards that empty seat. These two were the most friendly people I have ever met in my life. The moment that uncle came into this bogie scenario changed. He started speaking to every girl and a boy in his broken Malayalam. Then I saw this most Handsome guy I have ever seen. He looked like a Tamil actor Suriya. Little smooth and straight hair, tall, long legged.. He was typical Tall Dark and handsome guy. He had sparkling eyes.. With bright cute sweet smile. I don't have words to explain him. he looked like a perfect man. The guy whom everygirl would fall in love with. He was the guy whom evrey mom would love to get her daughter married with. To my surprise this guy was son of this most friendly old people (young at heart).
That uncle started asking us questions on our academics. After knowing I'm mechanical engg he asked me the definition of tension, force and many more simple stuffs.. It was like my viva exam.. He asked few questions to those Kerala gurls to. Even though that uncle had good knowledge of science, he was typical perfectionist advocate in Bangalore. This uncle was amazing I thought. There was a singer between us. The gurl who was sitting right opposite to me had a good voice but badly trained (I have picked up this music knowledge from my sister). She sang.. I didn't want to listen.. So I plugged my ears to my ipod. In my playlist there was this "Te amo" song. I was in my own world dreaming about this guy who was sitting right in front of after Kerala kutti shifting to his seat so that the uncle and aunty could listen to her songs easily. Now I thought I should speak to him.
Me: Hi!!! ( Hoping, he would speak)
He: (With a smile..) Hi
Me: What do you do?
He: I work in Indian army. ...............
He was major in Indian army. I was trying to flirt with him.. lolz...
Me: That's cool. Even I have applied for Indian army. I cleared my 1st round in Bangalore. It was G.D. They are yet to call me for SSB.
He: They will surely call you. But you have to wait.. wait.. ( With his typical trade mark smile:))
Even I'm a mechanical engineer. That is how my dad knows definitions of tension, compression etc.
Me: Wow!!! He is super.
By this time the turn of singing had come that old aunty. He sang Asha Bhosle's song beautifully. She was great in that age. After her song uncle asked me sing. I was ready with a bigg bigg no. I can't sing. I'm not much into music. "If my sister was here, she would have sung", I said.
Uncle continued: Even my grand daughter sings beautifully. His daughter.. (pointing towards this guy).
I was shocked. This guy looks like 25. How could he be married?
Me: Uncle, aunty sings very beautifully. What's ur age aunty?(looking towards her)
Uncle: I'm 75. She is 66. My son is 35. My daughter in law wasn't feeling well. So she didn't accompany us to this Udupi( Beautiful place near Mangalore) trip. Tomorrow my son will be leaving to Delhi. He should report back.
Me: I thought your son is 25. You are nearly 60+. Aunty is 50+. None of you look that aged. May be this jovial and friendly nature of yours is the secret of your look.
Now this military guy moved to his upper seat with a book-How to pick the stocks like Warren Buffett by Timothy Vick. I'll read that book one day. It was already 10.30. Everyone moved to their respective seats to sleep. I was sleeping in my seat still staring at him.
The Next Dayy...
The train was near Ramanagara at 6.30. I had to get down at kengeri. Another 25 mins this train journey would be over. Uncle was awake.
Uncle: He asked me where do I stay.?
Me: I stay in Rajarajeshwarinagar. Will get down in Kengeri.
Uncle: I stay in Gavipuram.
I really wished this train journey would never end. I bid good bye to everyone. Even him. He said Bye with same smile. I didn't even consider taking their number. But I don't regret now. I'll meet him in life one day. World is too small..
P.S: This fiction work with little personal experience added. :)
Now coming back to my train journey.. I had booked this side lower seat.. I love the comfort level in that seat.. Once I boarded the train I just wanted to stretch down to sleep. I was damn tired. Mangalore heat had killed me.. There came a bunch of malayali boys and gurls. They were from kerala (obvi :)) Boys were with short hair completely oiled.. But these girls were with very long curly hair with castor oil which you can sense even from 1 k.m away... :P Yukk.. I had to travel with this gang.. One of the malayali kutti (girl) came n sat opposite to me.
The train started moving.. There were 3 more seats empty in my compartment. Those were 3+1(mine) were the only seats which was not occupied by Kerala people. Even though I can understand most of the south Indian languages I could never understand Malayalam. I tried to speak to this girl in English. God.. She didn't know it. I gotta know they were taking up teacher's training and on a trip to Hyderbad. It was educational tour for them I didn't know how they could survive in Hyderabad. In Bangalore even if you donno kannada if you know other languages you can easily survive. That's why I call Bangalore "Real melting Pot" of India.
The train just started to move. I saw a old man and a old lady coming towards that empty seat. These two were the most friendly people I have ever met in my life. The moment that uncle came into this bogie scenario changed. He started speaking to every girl and a boy in his broken Malayalam. Then I saw this most Handsome guy I have ever seen. He looked like a Tamil actor Suriya. Little smooth and straight hair, tall, long legged.. He was typical Tall Dark and handsome guy. He had sparkling eyes.. With bright cute sweet smile. I don't have words to explain him. he looked like a perfect man. The guy whom everygirl would fall in love with. He was the guy whom evrey mom would love to get her daughter married with. To my surprise this guy was son of this most friendly old people (young at heart).
That uncle started asking us questions on our academics. After knowing I'm mechanical engg he asked me the definition of tension, force and many more simple stuffs.. It was like my viva exam.. He asked few questions to those Kerala gurls to. Even though that uncle had good knowledge of science, he was typical perfectionist advocate in Bangalore. This uncle was amazing I thought. There was a singer between us. The gurl who was sitting right opposite to me had a good voice but badly trained (I have picked up this music knowledge from my sister). She sang.. I didn't want to listen.. So I plugged my ears to my ipod. In my playlist there was this "Te amo" song. I was in my own world dreaming about this guy who was sitting right in front of after Kerala kutti shifting to his seat so that the uncle and aunty could listen to her songs easily. Now I thought I should speak to him.
He: (With a smile..) Hi
Me: What do you do?
He: I work in Indian army. ...............
He was major in Indian army. I was trying to flirt with him.. lolz...
Me: That's cool. Even I have applied for Indian army. I cleared my 1st round in Bangalore. It was G.D. They are yet to call me for SSB.
He: They will surely call you. But you have to wait.. wait.. ( With his typical trade mark smile:))
Even I'm a mechanical engineer. That is how my dad knows definitions of tension, compression etc.
Me: Wow!!! He is super.
By this time the turn of singing had come that old aunty. He sang Asha Bhosle's song beautifully. She was great in that age. After her song uncle asked me sing. I was ready with a bigg bigg no. I can't sing. I'm not much into music. "If my sister was here, she would have sung", I said.
Uncle continued: Even my grand daughter sings beautifully. His daughter.. (pointing towards this guy).
I was shocked. This guy looks like 25. How could he be married?
Me: Uncle, aunty sings very beautifully. What's ur age aunty?(looking towards her)
Uncle: I'm 75. She is 66. My son is 35. My daughter in law wasn't feeling well. So she didn't accompany us to this Udupi( Beautiful place near Mangalore) trip. Tomorrow my son will be leaving to Delhi. He should report back.
Me: I thought your son is 25. You are nearly 60+. Aunty is 50+. None of you look that aged. May be this jovial and friendly nature of yours is the secret of your look.
Now this military guy moved to his upper seat with a book-How to pick the stocks like Warren Buffett by Timothy Vick. I'll read that book one day. It was already 10.30. Everyone moved to their respective seats to sleep. I was sleeping in my seat still staring at him.
The Next Dayy...
The train was near Ramanagara at 6.30. I had to get down at kengeri. Another 25 mins this train journey would be over. Uncle was awake.
Uncle: He asked me where do I stay.?
Me: I stay in Rajarajeshwarinagar. Will get down in Kengeri.
Uncle: I stay in Gavipuram.
I really wished this train journey would never end. I bid good bye to everyone. Even him. He said Bye with same smile. I didn't even consider taking their number. But I don't regret now. I'll meet him in life one day. World is too small..
P.S: This fiction work with little personal experience added. :)
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