Their brazenness knows no bounds...Even after being humiliated in 91 for unanimously passing a pension bill that would have allowed even one time MPs to seek pension, the leaders have not mended their ways...They have again indulged in self-upliftment..Again a new bill has been passed allowing anyone having attended either of the House even for a day to seek pension for lifetime...And all done at the cost of tax payer's hard earned money...But the most surprising aspect of this development has been the stony silence maintained by the public and the press...We only glorify ourselves in the arrogant display of weaponry on the R-day..perhaps we love being jingoistic...But we are blind to the loot of public money by the ministers n MPs...GOD save us from ourselves...
But one silent reform has been taking place, which has passed the attention of the mainstream media...From the next LS, MPs wont be presented with munificient gifts by the PSUs..n of course they will have to stay in guset houses insted of their comfortable abode: the five star hotels...
Pals got her first term grades..better than what I had secured last year..n still she is not happy knowing very well that she would finally excell at a place she scorns so much..but the will to perform never dies....
But what about the million dollar question?

Mozart had never composed such a beautiful symphony that life seems to be singing to me these days...But I m worried over Pals despondency..she has to dig her way out of the abyss that she momentarily finds herself in...It's just a phase n i m sure that she would come out of it with flying colours...But her disappointment is justified as journalism is very trivial for serious people...learning the wonders of language n not the fantasy of literature is the biggest disadvantage posed by modern-day cheap journalism where ideas are sold for few dollars n consent is manufactured...The all-pervading 'feel good factor' is yet another media created hype...A country where 214 million are still malnourished, can we claim that we as a nation are 'shinning'. In a country where the figures released by the government agencies are as good as reading some thrillers, we can never be sure about our development figures...The modern day triviality is best reflected in the media...a mirror that speaks the language of the government.....media a mirror?
Just read the "going against the grain" column in the Hindu by Rammanohar Reddy, the eco dude...Brilliant....N for an in-depth analysis on the mini budget, read frontline....worth reading...Today the mini-exim policy was released..nothing glorious to write home about...removing import duty on silver and gold will solve all our problems?
Now more alcohol will flow as the facility of duty-free alcohol imports is being extended to heritage hotels, one- and two-star hotels and restaurants. The ceiling on gifts being sent abroad has been raised from Rs. 1 lakh to Rs. 5 lakh.
But no in-depth analysis as yet on the exim policy...
Chalo will write more later

Pal left leaving behind a pal of gloom. But my comic relief is not too far. Two off days would be good enough to shake off my well deserved tragedy.
The last week was immensely satisfying in terms of love n work.
I have so much to write about but normally when I m bubbling with ideas my ideas fail me miserably.
Will hope to write something tomorrow.

Today I have taken day off to turn the evening on...pun unintended...

Today I started reading up on the CAG report...coz I have to get it done Not in a mood to write

today was yet another good day,,,enjoyed the developments of the day and assuarances,,,
It is such a murky world full of sychophants that someone else's assuarances value more than one's professional competence
Anyways, i m not thinking anymore on these subjects
Love was in the air today...I just could not hold myself back n rushed in the odd hour to talk to P******...
Well, never would tire of repeating John Dryden...
Nothing more for the day...
will have something to write "home" about tomorrow

Oh, What a day!!!!!! Why the hell I m so damn possesive? Coz I feel that over possession is just another unreasonable dimension of love just like love itself. When I was graduating both in love and literature, someone quoted Dryden-"Love is the reason for all unreasonable actions." And boy isn't it fabulous to experience the golden words! My happiness also springs from Kinshu's achievement. He has got a call from Asia Pacific Institute of Management. Kudos to lil Kinshu.
Tried to splash my blog with colours but being a technologically-challenged person, it was quite difficult for me, next to impossible...finally gave it up.
I think that these days I m obsessed with personal debates so much so that my atention has completely shifted from the impersonal, waht's happening througout the world,,,,So, from now onwards I will try to focus my attention on the day-to-day politics,,well evinces my interest as elections are approaching,,,But my first love will overshadow all these,,,
It seems that any attraction towards anything except her is infatuation.

At the precipice, yet I feel that I have not jumped into the abyss of deliberate ignorance. The problem with me is that I m doubly possessive. I want to remain imperturbable but circumstances wont let me be at peace.
So, I have finally dropped the idea of visiting the World Social Forum, a forum to which I don't belong. Few words defeated my whole purpose of attending the inconsequential forum. But one thing for sure is that retaliation has many faces and it can strike back at any moment. I still fail to apprehend the unpredictability.
Sometimes I consider that it is good to bury oneself into self exile to ward of the torments of hard realities, raelities that could have been avoided easily.

Today I committed yet another sin. Against my wishes, I had to take bath. So, first bath of the new year. Didnt make me proud or anything. Infact, I started feeling sleepy.
The WSF starts on JAN 16. I also want to be experience the anti-globalisation agitation.
Let's see how things shape up in next few days...
Hoping for the best

Satisfaction is highly elusive,,it somewhere links upto the grand illusion of certainty. Today I thought that I was satisfied with my work but after some soul searching I realised that satisfaction sprang not from work but after from buying a book-the Continent of Circe. But then it vanished all of a sudden. I m not sure why.
My long wait is not coming to an end,, i m still in a limbo. And my chances have been jeopardised by the rumours. But still I look with hope. Or am I hoping against hope? Only GOD knows.
Pray when will ppl grow up! When will boys become worthy gentlemen? I should be asking this to me! After all, it were my vocal chords that vibrated strongly at the wrong place. Oh I was thru but I m still stuck. The contradictions of life.
The Mercury is hurtling southwards each day. And I m enjoying the winter. But amn't I politically incorrect? When thousands under privileged are dying of the spine chilling cold wave, how can I enjoy the winters? Doesn't it reek of cynicism? But isn't it human to relish the wonders of season? I m confused. I m caught between two worlds. The passionate individual in me tells me to be upfront in my thinking and the social animal in me drives me against my passions. Which way to go? Shall I feel guilty when I assert my unbridled emotions? Or shall I subdue the more humane instincts in me? I m not trying to be cynical.

On the overdrive of rumour mill, I have been taken for a ride. But who cares!!! Did it deserve attention at all? Yes, for the ill-gotten and deprived peers. Someone's ass is on fire, I don't know whose.
This office is no less than the Hyde park where lovers made secret intrigues. Or much to the liking of the readers of Gothic romances, it's a bloody haunted place full of rumour mongers. A canard-spreading Frankenstein is on the prowl, ready to devour the innocent. Even Mrs Shelly's Frankenstein would have failed to match the ferociousness of this HT groomed monster.
But as sanity descends on me (which unfortunately most lack), my momentary anger vanishes. The game continues and I play my part, as a secondary actor on the stage. Let's see where it heads.
Nothing more for the day except the brilliant performance by Sachin.
Even P******, my palliative, left for Chennai. So I will now miss out on night-long call-phone conversations. That's how life is. Tomorrow, I intend to visist the book fair but to be fair i m not expecting too much from this place.
Rest for tomorrow

'Half done is well begun', goes the cliche. But the New Year demands more than half-hearted hearts.
Miles to go before I stagnate in Ranchi...I will just see how much time it takes to fill the void,,,