Reservation joke

Effects of Reservation after 20 years

Sun is rising as usual in the east .I am standing here outside the school,waiting for my 10 yr kid. He studies in class 2. Only this year he could get admission into the school. For the last 5 yrs admissions were closed for the general category students.

School bell rings. I can see a lot of happy children coming out of the gate, I waited for half an hour and my kid came at last after other children. General students are not allowed to cross the gate unless other OBC/SC/ST students have crossed the gates.

OBC/SC/ST fathers drive away their children in classy cars. But I have to walkback home with my kid a 5km stretch. I lost my car some years back when Govt. came with a rule that general people 

have to deposit a tax equal to cost of their cars. Failing which I had to sell the car.

As far as buses are concerned, the seats in buses are reserved for OBC/SC/ST. So no place there also. After walking some 5km in scorching heat I finally reached home.

It was Wednesday … shit no electricity. Every Mon, Wed, Friday is power cut in the houses of General category population So that SC/ST/OBC can be uplifted by providing them with every opportunity and in that consideration electricity is an important factor.

Its 10:00 pm in night no electricity at home. It’s very hot inside the fourwalls of home .So I dare to step out in park with my wife and kid.

I seated myself with my family on a secluded bench in garden. It was hardly 5min. a guard came to us strolling in the park. He asked me what caste you belong to. I said with some hesitation. G..General. He asked me to pay a fine of Rs.200 and get out of the park. My Fault… The bench I was sitting on was meant for again the SC/ST/OBC . For their upliftment peace of mind is one essential thing. So Government came with this decision to reserve benches for them. Kudos to them…

Its early in the morning …the newspaperwala just knocked the door. I took the newspaper and 

started reading. Its independence day . I never used to forget these days some 20 yrs back. My kid hardly knows what 15th august is, because I never told him any stories of greatness of our country or anything related to country. I don’t feel like telling him the failures after freedom.

On front page of newspaper, in a corner their is a news about a OBC member getting 6 months imprisonment in "BAL SUDHAR GRAHA" from a juvenile court for murdering and raping a six year old girl. Yes the rules have been amended, since the last 5 years. The Culprit was a 25 year old OBC, so age relaxation was provided for trial of crime. So he was taken to juvenile court, since there is an age relaxation for OBC/SC/ST.

About 11 am some one gave me the BAD news about demise of one of my neighbor and friend Mr. Mehta. I went to his house for condolence next day, his body was lying there still rotting in the heat. I asked his son about the Cremation .His son told me "Many reserved category people have died yesterday so we are not getting entry to cremation ground”. This rule is the latest from Government where the seats in cremation ground will be reserved for SC/ST/OBC for their upliftment.

Finally next day Mehta-ji was cremated could see sun setting through the Flames burning a liberated Body, liberated from caste and creed. I was surprised sun still sets in the west?

it was about 9 pm , I was about to sleep in my bed my son came to me with innocence in his eyes , inquisitively he asked me the question what is reservation? I asked him where you listened that he suddenly burst in tears… I asked him to keep quite. But I could listen through his sobs "mujhe bhi reservation chahiye(I too want reservation)".

How can I convince him it’s no other toy in the market I can get for him?

He kept crying that night, claiming many of "his classmates have got reservation". To make him quiet I said ok; ill buy you reservation at your next B’day.

HOPE he understands the bloody concept soon. Bye Bye India !!

I am not against OBCs, I am against reservation.

Attitude... its never impossible!!

Read it sincerely........

An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato
garden, but it was very hard work.

His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison.The old man
wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation:

Dear Son,

I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant

my potato garden this year. I hate to misdoing the garden, because your
mother always loved planting time. I'm just getting too old to be
digging up a garden plot.If you were here, all my troubles would be
over.

I know you would dig the plot, for me if you weren't in the prison.

Love,
Dad

Shortly , the old man received this telegram:

"For Heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up the garden !!That's where I

buried the GUNS!!"

At 4 a.m., the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police
officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any
guns.
Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what

happened and asked him what to do next.

His son's reply was:

"Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad It's the best I could do for
you from here."

NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART, YOU CAN DO IT. IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS NOT WHERE YOU ARE.
Attitude is everything......

change to improve, not to prove...................

Even a single hand is enough to support

The following true story captured my heart.

lets see what u feel.....

It happened several years ago in the Paris opera house. A famous singer had been contracted to sing, and ticket sales were booming. In fact, the night of he concert found the house packed and every ticket sold. 

The feeling of anticipation and excitement was in the air as the house manager took the stage and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your enthusiastic support. I am afraid that due to illness, the man whom you've all come to hear will not be performing tonight. However, we have found a suitable substitute we hope will provide you with comparable entertainment." The crowd groaned in disappointment and failed to hear the announcer mention the stand-in's name. The environment turned from excitement to frustration.

The stand-in performer gave the performance everything he had. When he had finished, there was nothing but an uncomfortable silence. No one applauded. Suddenly, from the balcony, a little boy stood up and shouted, "Daddy, I think you are wonderful!" The crowd broke into thunderous applause.

We all need people in our Lives who are willing to stand up once in a while and say, "I think you are wonderful. "

Tragedy or a blessing?

Years ago in Scotland, the Clark family had a dream. Clark and his wife worked and saved, making plans for their nine children and themselves to travel to the United States. It had taken years, but they had finally saved enough money and had gotten passports and reservations for the whole family on a new liner to the United States.

The entire family was filled with anticipation and excitement about their new life. However, seven days before their departure, the youngest son was bitten by a dog. The doctor sewed up the boy but hung a yellow sheet on the Clarks' front door. Because of the possibility of rabies, they were being quarantined for fourteen days.

The family's dreams were dashed. They would not be able to make the trip to America as they had planned. The father, filled with disappointment and anger, stomped to the dock to watch the ship leave - without the Clark family. The father shed tears of disappointment and cursed both his son and God for their misfortune.

Five days later, the tragic news spread throughout Scotland - the mighty Titanic had sunk. The unsinkable ship had sunk, taking hundreds of lives with it. The Clark family was to have been on that ship, but because the son had been bitten by a dog, they were left behind in Scotland.

When Mr. Clark heard the news, he hugged his son and thanked him for saving the family. He thanked God for saving their lives and turning what he had felt was a tragedy into a blessing........so never feel discouraged in your life....because agar man ka ho to achha,..na ho to aur bi achha......

Roctave-the war of bands

aap ko bata du ki ye mere college MNNIT ke cultural fest(culrav) ka ek event hai.

aur aaj 27 jan ko meri to band hi baj gayi.....i mean pura din masti ki aur raat tak achhi khaasi tabiyat kharaab hai..........

ye sab kuch aise hi nhi hua ...ye raha iska reason----

aaj 9 baje so ke utha......fir bf aur lunch ke baad hum sab dost yar seedhe MP hall pahunch gaye .

waha chal rhi thi final year eve.......saare final years apne shabab par the.....jinhone jindagi me kabhi dance nhi kiya..wo bhi thumke lagate hue saaf dikhayi de rahe the...aur kare bhi kyu na...yahi to aakhiri mauka tha poore 4 saal ki bhadaaas nikalne ka......aur gaane bhi  aise bajaaye ja rhe the ki murda bi khada hokar dance karne lage.........to fir hum bhi kaha chup baithne waale the .......bas fir hamara pura 10-15 logo ka group bhi dance me mashgul ho gaya......maano hum kisi baarat me aaye hue hai.......ek ghante se jyada dance karne ke baad hum kutto ki tarah haafne lage.........bahar aakar kuch group me photo wagairah khichwaai.......aur nikal pade gymkhana ground ki or.......wahi to hone wala tha ROCTAVE .............waah ....socha tha kitna maza aayega.......par ye kya pehla hi band phusss ho gaya...........khair fir lucknow ,kanpur ke band kuch josh jagane me kamyaab rhe..........aur fir apne colg ke bands ne dhamaal kar diya......anyways wapas aakar room me baitha to lag rha tha duniya gol-gol ghum rhi hai............sar dard se karaah rha hai...............even likhte samay bi aisa lag rha hai ki 10 train ek saath horn bajaate hue mere upar se jaa rhi ho.....par likh hi diya maine

......m a bravo......isn't it ? ab neend to aa nhi rhi ........neend wapas bulane ke liye kuch to boring kaam karna hi tha...aur mujhe lagta hai mai kaamyaab ho gya hu......