diggin a ditch.

I'm digging a ditch
Where madness lives
I'm digging a ditch
Where my silence lives
I'm diggin a ditch and when I am through
Digging this ditch I'll dig one for you
Digging a ditch
As black as cold
Digging a ditch
Where I can hide my soul
Digging a ditch
Where my secrets stay


Unto your dreaming
When you're alone
Unplug the TV
Turn off your phone
Get heavy on with digging your ditch

Cause I'm digging a ditch where madness gives
Digging a ditch where silence lives
Digging a ditch for when I'm old
Digging a ditch where stories told
Where all these troubles
That weigh down on me will rise
Unto your dreaming
When you're alone
Where all these worries
Weigh heavy on my heart
Will rise, will rise, will rise...

Unto your dreaming
When you're alone
Unplug the TV
Turn off your phone
Get heavy on with digging your ditch

Cause I'm diggin a ditch where madness gives
Digging a ditch where silence lives
Digging a ditch and when I'm through
Digging this ditch I'll dig in for you
Where all these disappointments
That grow angry out of me will rise

Unto your dremaing
When you're alone
Not what you're sure be or what you've become
Just getting heavy on with digging your ditch

Cause I'm digging a ditch where madness gives
I'm digging a ditch where silence lives
Digging a ditch and when I'm through
Digging a ditch I'll give one you
Where all these disappointments
That grow angry out of me will rise

Unto your dreaming
When you're alone
Where all these habits
That weigh down on me will die
Will die, will die, will die...

Unto your dreaming
When you're alone
Unplug the TV
Turn off your phone
Get heavy on with digging your ditch

thats the way a lazy afternoon should be spent babey

rider on the storm

and maybe the pain of the calculi shal continue.if it is coz of the calculi that is.
back to hydrotherapy and potassium citrate.flush em down.
before they flush me.


anyways.
had breakfast with dad today after doin some investigations for the stones.
and across the table,was a young beautiful lookin girl.
nothin special abt that i guess.
all women r beautiful. in some way or the other.
so there i was not givin much attention.even tho this wasnt doin justice to the beautiful hair,the lucious pink lips, and uncanny sweet dressing of the pretty damsel.
(she did gimme a few looks tho :) , ormight jus be my imagination, for alli know.)

had my sandwiches.the dosa.coffee.
and jus before we were abt to leave.
she and her frens got up .and left.

nothin special bout that either.

ony when she was leavin was it evident.
she didnt have a left forearm.seemed like a cruel amputation.
but.
how can that be.
she looked so pretty.
for a second my heart was set on her.

not a frown on her face.
was chattin on her phone like any other 'girly'
a bit of attitude.naye.pride on her face.
gosh,felt like askin her out.while she was walkin away.

whoah.pune traffic is killin me.
back home and ready to take sophie out to spend her money.
god bless her.
\,,/

my baby sophie at just 90 days of age.the silent warrior.

Ganges too polluted to defecate in, say Sadhus

The All India Association of Sadhus, Swamis and Snake Oil Sellers (or NAMBLA), has claimed that the extraordinary degree of pollutedness of the Ganges river is severely affecting their ability to use its water for their daily toiletry.

In a press statement, the committee of visibly constipated Godmen declared that the huge amount of pre-existing fecal matter in the water of the river, along with fertilizers and pesticides, was making it hazardous to use this water as a medium for cleaning excrement off their bodies. As a result, many of them had not had an opportunity to empty their bowels into the depths of the river, thus adding to the health risk. This problem was causing particular hardship to the millions of Hindu devotees who throng the banks of the river this time of year during the Ardha Kumbh Mela to perform a ritual discharge of their waste into its putrid but soul-purifying waters.

The polluted waters have also been blamed for an increase in the occurrence of skin diseases. Earlier, the only skin diseases caused were those that were passed from one bathing devotee to another. Now however, the water itself brings forth the microbes that cause these maladies.

Other Sadhus have also expressed apprehension regarding the future of their own remains once they have passed on to the next life. Many Hindu holy men prefer to incinerate their mortal remains on the banks of the river and disperse their ashes into its waters, a process which reportedly guarantees them rich dividends in the heavenly afterlife. However, with the river being dangerously polluted, these Sadhus are now reluctant to share its water space with foreign feculence not of their own making.

Maintaining a united stand on the issue, the Association of Sadhus has threatened that if the government were not to take immediate and drastic steps towards cleansing the river, all ten million of its members would boycott the Mela this year and refuse to deposit their body waste into its waters, eternal salvation be damned.

the elections r back

coming soon..............

Hear my cries
Hear my calls
Lend me your ears
See my fall
See my error
Know my faults
Time haults
See my loss
Know im lacking
Backtracking
Where i met you
Pistol packing
Itchy finger
Trigga happy
Try and trap me
Bad rap
Wiretap me
Backstab me
Break the faith
Fall from grace
Tell me lies
Time flies

You said to trust you
You'd never hurt me
Now i'm disgusted
Just been adjusted
Certainly it fooled me
Ridiculed me
Left me hangin with my shit
Boomerangin right back at ya
Pistol range
Narrow-minded
Left me blinded
I consigned it
Shit backfired
Not many would bear the pressure
You comprehend me
You want to end me
You offend me
Its trauma
Feel the trauma

Fuck my enemies
Fuck my foes
Damn these hoes
Back up off me
Give me room to breathe
I'm not hearin it
Im not fearin it
Im up to my ears in thisBullshit
Reluctantly i've been moving on
I ignore you
Sorry if i bore you
I neglect you
Don't mean to disrespect you
Can't you see
I love you dearly
And i sincerly
But you annoy me
You can't creep me
I'm here to stay
Forever and ever
And a day that's never
I can't let you go
I can't forget it
Why you did it
And won't aquit it
I wanna fight you
I'll fuckin bite you
Can't stand nobody like you
You can't run
You can't hide
No surprise
Close your eyes

We sit and watch umbrellas flyI'm trying to keep my newspaper dryI hear myself say,"my boat's leaving now"...so we shake hands and cryNow i must wave goodbyeWave goodbyeWave goodbyeWave goodbyeWave goodbyeWave goodbyeYou knowI don't want to cry againI don't want to cry againDon't want to say goodbyeI don't want to cry againI don't want to run awayDon't want to race this painI'll never see your face againOh but howHow can you sayThat i didn't try...You see things in the depths of my eyesThat may love's run dryNo...We leave to their goodbyesI've come to depend on the look in their eyesMy blood's sweet for painThe wind and the rain bring back words of a songAnd they say: wave goodbyeWave goodbyeWave goodbyeWave goodbyeWave goodbyeWave goodbyeBut you knowI don't want to fall againDon't want to look this painDon't want another friendDon't want to try againDon't want to see you hurtDon't let me see you hurtI don't want to cry againI'll never see your face againHow can you sayThat i didn't tryYou know i didYou see things in the depths of my eyesThat my love's run dry...so i read to myself:A chance of a lifetime to see new horizonsOn the front pageA black and white pictureOf manhattan skyline

aye dharti , mujhe sametle aapni god mein,
thak sa chuka huun mein,
tanha mein raha huun,
aapne aanchal se dhak de mujhe.

har gujarta din ,
mujhse yeh kehraha hai,
gulistaan nahi , kabristaa hain yeh,
amrit pila pila kar,
khud zeher ke,
kadve ghunt pi pi kar,
marr sa chuka huun mein.

kaante ye chunte chunte ,
gir pada huun mein,
mujhe aapni julfoon ki,
beintehan mohabaat ,
mein sula de.

http://www.youth4equality.org/



http://sify.com/itihaas/fullstory.php?id=13383406




http://in.rediff.com/news/quota06.html


http://www.hinduonnet.com/2003/06/24/stories/2003062400731000.htm

Diluting Mandal by S. S. Gill

The move to extend reservation to the poor among the forward castes not only goes against the basic concept of affirmative action, it also violates the spirit of the Constitution.
IT WAS in December 1980 that members of the Mandal Commission, and I as its Secretary, trooped into the office of Zail Singh, then Home Minister, and presented our report to him. As we came out of the secretariat, B. P. Mandal, our chairman, told me, " I know how much labour has gone into the writing of this report. But let me tell you that today we have performed its immersion (visarjan) ceremony". And truly, for the next 10 years, the report lay in the Home Ministry's dusty vaults.
Then all of a sudden, V. P. Singh, as Prime Minister, opened the lid in 1990, and the Mandal Commission report became the single-most heated topic of controversy and discussion. There was total confusion in the national political arena and Mr. Singh was accused of indulging in the worst form of opportunism. No major political party supported the move. In fact, the BJP saw it as a serious threat to its `upper' caste constituency, and L. K. Advani, now Deputy Prime Minister, marched towards Ayodhya in his chariot to uphold `dharma'.
Those were days of high tension and emotions. The polity was in turmoil. Old power equations were dissolving and new ones emerging. The logic of numbers suddenly brought OBC leaders into prominence and every political party turned a votary of Mandal. Never before had the Indian political scene undergone the sort of sea change it did during the decade following the implementation of the Mandal report.
On the face of it, the radical change in the political landscape of the country marks the setting right of ancient historical wrongs. Or does it? In fact, to some extent, the Mandal Commission report was `demandalised' during the very process of its implementation. Of the dozen or so recommendations, only one pertaining to reservation was picked up, as it had the highest visibility and attracted immediate attention. More far-reaching recommendations regarding structural changes in the land-tenurial system, and institutional reforms for the educational and economic uplift of the OBCs were not even noticed. The attention thus got focussed on the fruits rather than the roots and branches of the tree of affirmative action.
Whereas the objective of the Mandal Commission report was the creation of a more egalitarian society, this selective and populist approach introduced an element of inequality among the OBCs themselves. If equal attention had been paid to strengthening the roots and branches of the tree of social justice and the base of the deprived sections of the society strengthened by undertaking structural reforms, it would have resulted in fortifying them from within instead of perennially making them dependant on the crutch of reservation.
And who were the main beneficiaries of this provision? Only the better off among the OBCs — the so-called creamy layer — who already had access to good educational facilities and could outperform their lesser privileged peers at competitive examinations within the reserved quota. This deepened the divide among the OBCs, as those who were already at the top of their community cornered the plum jobs and those at the bottom were left further behind.
At a deeper level, mandalisation was supposed to empower the deprived by giving them access to political power. This has happened in a limited way, as evidenced by the the manner in which every political party is wooing the OBCs by promising them all sorts of concessions. But even this process of empowerment is seriously flawed. Most of the positions of power have been cornered only by a couple of backward castes, and the really deprived communities have been left high and dry. Moreover, instead of identifying themselves with their impoverished communities, the OBC leaders who have risen to the top have adopted the lifestyle and value system of the `upper' castes against whom they had agitated all along. One would have expected these leaders to introduce a new political culture of austerity and self-denial, and adopt a lifestyle which projects them as role-models for the deprived members of their own community. But just the reverse has happened. The dispossessed have the highest stake in democracy, as it is their only hope. But instead of strengthening the Panchayati Raj institutions at the grassroots, the OBC and Dalit leaders are propagating a feudal culture and exclusivist tendencies. Their entire crusade was against the divisive caste system, and they should have tried to build inter-community bridges to eliminate caste hierarchies. But they have created vested interests in narrow caste loyalties to serve personal ends.
It was also hoped that both the Dalits and the OBCs, being victims of the same caste system, would join hands and form a powerful alliance to secure political power and wield it to improve the lot of their historically disadvantaged castes. But the pursuit of narrower personal ends has produced just the opposite result. There exits a lot of antagonism and ill will between these two sections.
But the latest episode in the `demandalisation' drama is being enacted now with the farcical proposals to reserve seats for the economically weaker sections among the `upper' castes. Whereas the Rajasthan Chief Minister wants reservation for the poor among the forward castes, the BJP has upstaged him by not only proposing to constitute a national commission for this purpose, but also by promising to extend them to Muslims. This move not only goes against the basic concept of affirmative action, it also violates the spirit of the Constitution.
Reservation for the Scheduled Castes, the Scheduled Tribes and the OBCs has been made under Article 15 (4) of the Constitution which empowers the state to make any "special provision for the advancement of any socially and educationally backward classes of citizens or for the Scheduled Castes and the Scheduled Tribes". Now, social backwardness is a structural disability linked to one's caste, and does not vary from generation to generation. Even a rich Dalit suffers from social stigma. But economic backwardness within the same family may vary from time to time. There are any number of rags-to-riches and riches-to-rags stories. Unlike social and educational backwardness, there is no criterion to determine economic backwardness, which is, in any case, a relative term. More importantly, the Constitution does not provide for reservation of jobs for the economically backward. After all, billions of rupees under the Five Year Plans are spent every year for the eradication of poverty and the benefits accrue to all the poor people, including those among the `upper' castes. Of course, Article 16 (4) empowers the State to make job reservation for "any backward class citizens... not adequately represented in the services under the state". But is it anyone's case that the forward castes as a whole are not adequately represented in the services?
But such are the compulsions of blind pursuit of power sans principles that politicians pay scant attention to facts, law or the Constitution, or the social implications of their tactics, if it serves their immediate goal. Look at the latest Government ploy of adding new castes to the Central OBC lists of eight States. As the percentage of people living below poverty line has halved since the implementation of the Mandal report, it should have led to the progressive exclusion of the beneficiary castes from the OBC list. But, defying all logic, the Government has repeatedly enlarged this list, mostly on the eve of elections.

how the pocket lights up the face.

how many times have we all said that this cell phone is gettin on my nerves,
too many calls,
too much expenditure,
too much of a nuisance ,
well i certainly have,
eversince i have owned one since the last 9 yrs,
but,
u know what,today i think , that communication has come such a long way,
so what if if it so much of a trouble to take and waste time dwellin over calls and the short service messagin,
so what if has repercussions on the health ,
the earache it causes after u speak on and on for hours,
can anythin replace ,
the feelin , the smile it brings to us, or the person we r talkin to,
when we really want to at any time of the day or night,
so what if we can only hear their voice, and not see them in person,
but we can feel the emotions,
call to check up on anythin,
write an sms,askin someone to please go to sleep,to have dinner even tho she doesent feel like,
ask someone to call so that we can wake up , wll want to when we hear a voice we wanted to hear all night, but had to sleep too,
if silly things like these can be so important,
how important will the important ones be,
even tho graham bell doesent know how thankful we r,
we still r man,
even tho its such a hassle,
we still cant live without,
a voice we long to hear even when the sense of vision does not get its fair share.

the feel of love.

think i shall sleep now, anyways,
havent we all wondered, sometime or the the other ,what love is,what does love feel like,
just imagine every tear from her ,feels as if you're being burned alive,
every laugh, like the world is being born,
every smile like ,the sun is rising just for you.
whenever you're with her, there isn't time, there isn't meaning, there isn't doubt or fear-there's just her.
and when she looks at you.you see it. You see it sitting there, so
beautiful and delicate, and you're almost afraid to
touch it for fear that you might crush it-for what is
so fleeting as a love for which we are to live a
lifetime yet only find once

These wounds won't seem to heal. This pain is just to

real. There's just too much that time cannot erase.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears, when

you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears, I held

your hand through all of these years. But you still

have all of me.



amy lee,
Evanescence

Our cravings canno't be comforted by our creativity, although we like to think they can. A million words after writing 'Look Homeward Angel' Thomas Wolfe was still tormented. After a million notes, Beethoven was not happy, after a million brush strokes, Van Gogh cut off his ear.



John Marsden

Sometimes we put up walls, not to block people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

I inhale the sweet breeze that comes from thy mouth, I contemplate thy beauty every day. It's my desire to hear thy lovely voice like the north wind's whiff. Love will rejuvenate my limbs. Give me thy hands that hold thy soul, I shall embrace and live by it. Call me by name again, again, forever, and never will it sound without response.


On An Ancient Egyptian Tomb

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry toNo place to call home


Alice in Chains

am sure u know dogs like these.

"Let me tell you the most beautiful story I know, a man was given a dog, which he loved very much. The dog went with him everywhere, but the man could not teach it to do anything useful. The dog would not fetch or point, it would not race or protect or stand watch. Instead the dog sat near him and regarded him, always with the same inscrutable expression. 'That's not a dog, it's a wolf,' said the man's wife. 'He alone is faithful to me,' said the man, and his wife never discussed it with him again. One day the man took his dog with him into his private airplane and as they flew over high winter mountains, the engines failed and the airplane was torn to shreds among the trees. The man lay bleeding, his belly torn open by blades of sheared metal, steam rising from his organs in the cold air, but all he could think of was his faithful dog. Was he alive? Was he hurt? Imagine his relief when the dog came padding up and regarded him with that same steady gaze. After an hour the dog nosed the man's gaping abdomen, then began pulling out intestines and spleen and liver and gnawing them, all the while studying the man's face. 'Thank God,' said the man. 'At least one of us will not starve.'" -The God Whispers of Han Quing-jao, Orson Scott Hall