Helpless evening sun, promises yet another day before it vanishes beyond the horizon...

( Another of the awesome sites in the north east hills, tht back packing trip was mind-blowing, Photographer; Me)

Sun sets, where it rises first....

( Also done in the trip to Shillong, Photographer;Me)

Hills in the Eastern frontier of our country (Photographed during my trip to Cherapunjee, Photographer; Me again)

Reservations???!!!??

An argument over a beer is the best thing possible to reveal me with the on-goin cyclone inside my head, when the topic of discussion is not for the sake of it but firmly believed by both the sides its even better. Today, after the good old MCC days, had a good conversation with my friend when we both were high the rasta style and on beers. 'RESERVATIONS' was the key word, with him totally against granting it and protesting with the rest, in places all over the capital. Will it help or not is not the question neither is the awareness of the percentage of people participating in it, the question or rather the solution we have to grant is the ALTERNATIVE. Claiming to divide the country into various economic classes is not practical in a country like ours. With the public servants as the final authority and their crave for monetory authority by hook or crook, with no transparency in the ways and means of their working it is next to impossible to start a herculian task as talked about. Well then comes the accusation of being laid back and not concerned thrown back but can u actually keep at stake the future of thousands of our youth to experiment with something as uncertain as the economic class division??? Apart from the no-solution ground, to ponder upon its been our ancestors who suppressed these classes and gave them no oppurtunity now if we have to suffer a bit and uplift them wats wrong?? We can't pick up examples of the miniscule percentage of the backward class people who are living a good life today and enjoying the quotas too, we have to take into consideration the majority of the backward class people who are living much below the poverty line. In the general category when the oppurtunities given are equal why is there an economic divide, its because of the hardwork and human capital invested when one's given the chance to, and now just because one did not want to rise above the economic class he is in you want to give his next generation a special privelage to study?? There are infinite questions to be asked before one stands against the decision and protest day and night.......
P.S. Raghu stop being jealous of the few backward class people ( i know, you know some of them to defend your case) living a luxurious life and still enjoying the quotas and start living in the world where 'survival of the fitest' sounds perfect.

Nostalgic Imprints

Full of innocence, to the brim
A kid who didn't know him,
Walked a couple of hundred meters
St. Thomas Hall, MCC destined to be his future.

The very first day
Rolling on the grass,
Initiation came his way
establishing a statement of class.

He had to soon acclimatize
With seniors double his size,
Red eyed heralding their cry
Having a ball first year went by.

Trying to potray the MCC identity
Next year came along, granting seniority,
A total transformation in the entity
Simplicity learned, paved way for slight maturity.

Life made much more easy
Like a stone, infinitely lazy,
Before the year ended, the chase started
Materialistic and self appeasing ambitions parted.

In a mix of satisfaction and frustration
Came to an end second years ride,
Cut strings, added some in continuation
The feeling of being senior most gave pride.

In the craving for a higher altar
Ended up shooting, at the star,
Life like a trip, time flew
What to do next had no clue.

Three years had transformed him a lot
Now with a handfull of days to pass,
The experience, gave way to more thought
Found the answer to who he was.