Friday, January 8

My response to Sagarika Ghose's blog on the 3 Idiots

The following is a response I posted on the blog.

They were kind enough to not put it on their blog. Insecurity is really funny. So I put it here instead


I am thoroughly disappointed with this article. Not that I am someone who's appreciation would matter to you.

You, apart from having taken the entire movie out of context, have failed in your argument to put forward something that is comprehensible to the general public.

With a background like the one you have, one would have thought you would be more wary about the situation Education in India is in. Above and beyond this, it is very nonchalant of you to comment on the state of engineering institutes without having actually studied in one yourself.

I understand the entire freedom of speech argument you may have, saying that you have the right to write whatever you want.

But hold on. Wait just a minute. This is a national forum. On a nationally renowned website. Of a nationally renowned news agency. Having posted here, you should be open to criticism for the nation. And thankfully, the nation has criticized this article. A lot. A lot less than it deserves, but still a healthy start nonetheless.

The education system is in shambles. If not at the time you completed your education, but now at least. The core focus of education is so skewed that it makes one think that success in exams determines knowledge. And that this knowledge then determines wellness of life. The proponents of the educational system have managed to turn it into a money game, where the focus is now on getting placements, irrespective of the education of the individual or the problems plaguing our system.

I could go on and on, but that is not the point of this post. You have been extremely myopic in your views (or the expression of them at least), and you should know that.

Saturday, January 2

A Song.

This song.. is a song for you


Hope is all I have.

Because I don't have you.

I wait. I wait. I wait for you.

I know I can't sing,

thats why I read out your song for you.

You don't care. Why should you?

Cause the truth is, I don't know what I want to do.

How can I tell you how I feel about you?

I can't.

I don't know.

How much I care about you.

I know it's a bit weird, but what can I do?

Just wait and wait.

oh yeah.And wait.

And maybe wait a little bit longer.

Try and act a little bit stronger.

I know its boring, but what else can I do.

I may be out of tune, but its how I feel about you.

Yeah, I know. Sad.

I know I'm crazy. I know you're not.

Your radiant eyes proves too strong an allure.

The moonlight rushes down your hair, like a river flowing untamed, wild,

Careless and carefree, at the same time.

As if just for me.

I don't wanna quote Elton John.

But this is your song.

Tides ebb and flow. So do my feelings for you.

All that you are, is a thousand times enough for me.

Poems don't do justice to you.

Your eyes.

My heart skips a beat or two.

My lips sing out of tune for you.

But what do I do??

I'd give up a lot for you.

I'm scared.

I know I am.

And I'm not scared.

Of admitting that I'm scared.

I don't know what I want.

I don't know what you want.

I try to gather up some courage.

To tell you how I feel.

Something about you.

Makes me want to wake up early every morning.

Something about you.

Makes me do a little dance with my two left feet.

Something about you.

Keeps me alive in this mess.

Something about you.

Is something I need.

My feet skip a beat or two.

Now i should leave.

With an unburdened soul.

Sleep well, Good Night.