No man can change his destiny

Today is Sep 7. Three years ago this day was a thriller. Why? This was the very first day in my college. Days, for sure are moving fast. Three years passed by. What did I learn? Perhaps the answer for this question is nothing. These three years were full of fun with a hell lotta friends. Sitting, chatting, dawdling around in and outside the campus is all we did. But indeed I learned many things which are essential for life other than Academics. Okays! That is enough. Let us enter into the main topic. I have always wondered if our life is pre-written!

Do you believe in something called ‘Destiny’? Well, I do. How many of you know that we ran all day trying to change our destiny? And still are running. When you don’t prepare for the flood in future, you will pay for your carelessness. But my point is that you are careless because it is your destiny. You all know that the death is inevitable, so as destiny. It is such a predicament which causes pain in our life. Of course, the same is the reason for our happiness.

The first major blunder in my life is that when I decided to do Engineering under Anna University. I should have been insane to make this decision. Engineering was one of the high sounded courses then. But now I understand the fact that it was the only course which sounded like bull-shit. To pursue Engineering under Anna University is my destiny. So was it my blunder?

These three years, books seemed to be nothing but bull-shit. People who have retentive mind gets through the Exams. The other kind, which is the majority, fails to produce the desired result. It is so unfair. It is, of course my destiny to stay low in the midst of those who indeed have higher potential to do stuffs.

People try to run away from their destiny. For instance, take the swine flu which is currently highly pandemic. People take all kind of insane decisions to prevent this. About a month ago we, along with another department students planned on a tour to Delhi. At the spur of the moment the other class decided not to come. Reason? Swine flu. Ass-holes!!They wanted to stay home to prevent the infection. They didn’t understand that if their destiny is to die of swine flu, they surely will, no matter how wary they are. So why did they turn ass-holes? Because, they were destined to be ass-holes. I would rather put the words as ‘It was their destiny to stay in home fearing death'. So why did I abuse those students?!!?!My apologies to them. I deplore for my mistake.

How pathetic we humans are? We are mere puppets in the hands of destiny. If such destiny exists, who creates this destiny? Is that someone you call as God? This again contradicts my hypothesis. So can humble prayers make God change your destiny? What does this mean? Can we change our destiny? I am confused. This cycle doesn’t change. Again I start my run trying to change my destiny. This is MY DESTINY.

Politics

A healthy Politics is predominant for a Country’s development.The question is ‘Are we led by Eminent leaders?’

Indian Politics is the easiest field to enter without any basic qualification and money being the only prerequisite for the entree.Any one who slips off the track enters the politics.And ‘Corruption’ stays as lively as ever in our politics.

It can be found that there prevails a poor ratio in votes of Educated to the Illiterates.It is pathetic to see the younger Generation blames the Government for the poor Administration and keeps away from voting.This is the responsibility that is even for all the citizens.It is not something that the youngsters could not handle,of course the younger Generation can change the way our country being administered.Besides the fact that youngsters do not compete in the elections directly, there should at least be a minimal contribution of their’s to the Country in form of voting to opt the right leader.

The Indian Election system as such,has many flaws.When there are Exams conducted for the posts of I.P.S.,I.A.S. , etc. why not for the Ministers of the Cabinet?This may be a clumsy or an old idea which has already been debated at many occasions,but still this could bring out the change the country needs.

So what I suggest is there should be Exams conducted in order to filter out only the perfectly kowledged to compete in the Elections.The Exams could be G.K based.The questions should be on the basis of current events and reflecting their ideas that would possibly help in the development of the society.

When there an age limit for every jobs, from mechanical to clerical jobs and from private sector to public sector, there should be an age limit for competing in the elections as well.Consider our Chief Minister who is not even able to walk by his own is the leading state.In other words the leader should be healthy and not wobbly who would, by any time be bed-ridden.I am neither being insolent nor deprecating the aged.Of course experience of the senior citizens should also be considered.Also when time comes, the moth-eaten should know when to handover the powers to their sub-ordinates.There after they should try to supervise them.

The poor and the illiterates who are really helpless are targeted easily.Some politicians try to entice them by offering money.Such events that are happening more than often are despicable.This should be checked by the Election system.

The Educated, which reckons that Politics is bound to be a dirty game of power, forgets that there is the absolute power residing with politics that would change the fate of our country, the power that would lead our Country to eternal glory.

Its time we did something to amend our administration.Let the aged morons step down and give way for the younger generation.It is only natural that every generation takes the place of its previous generation.I hope they would understand this and trust the youth.

My School Life

I don’t think this is much of a topic but I still reckon it is worth enough to be posted. This might make you think about your own school life where you made your first friends.

Driven by sheer boredom I slipped into my cousin’s room who is currently doing second year-Higher secondary. Books were scattered all over his table. There, a slam book was lying in the midst of his crammed books. I knew it is not a decent thing to read someone else’s slam. But I did. I was so very curious that I couldn’t resist it. I took the book, cozily sitting by the table and started skimming through pages. Had he known what I was doing, he would have kicked me out of his room.

No good English, no good grammar, no big words but one thing was right to the point –‘They are going to miss each other’. I can feel their agony in the words as I had underwent the same pain before three years.

Coming back to my home, I took my own slam book and started reading it. It took about one hour to read the book. Then I stayed aloof and started thinking over my school life-right from KGs through higher secondary. I did my schooling in Prince Matric. If you ask anyone about my school they would say it was a jail. But certainly those days were celestial.

Pretty normal school which expects every one to abide by the rules, failing so, one should come with their parents the very next day. My school is not the best when it comes to extra-curriculum. A very small ground which is used as parking cum playground. We spent most of our time in dealing with the Academics while we spared less time for playing. But still I would say those days were good.

Heavy bags, copied home-works, bloody impositions, merciless teachers, class tests, term tests….we were never let free. But still I would say those days were good. We were supposed to be disciplined in and out of the campus. If not, we were rebuked. Like we cared about that!!!!

Shabby presentation, just managing to pass in all subjects, those acrimonious comments from my father, but still I would say those days were good.

Tightly scheduled tuition, small breaks, bunking classes, wandering around in cycles, getting caught, deserved punishments-but still I would say those days were good.

Our farewell party - most unlikely there was no interaction between the juniors and us. In other words I could say that it was just a formality. That day my Princi gave a brief speech. Even though it was an amateur’s speech I felt that it was the best day in my school life.

Higher secondary - we were no more kids. We were going to leave our school and keep moving in our life. The mere thought of being separated from my friends was painful. I had no idea what I was going to do without my fellow mates. Finally I had to come out. The last day of my school-I still remember, I felt dejected. Controlling every emotions, saying goodbye to my friends, I came out of my school.

I wish I were a school kid again. I know that it is not going to happen. I feel like I miss the longest and most interesting phase of my life. It took some time for me to accept the fact that I would never be back to that school as a student. Ah yeah!!!!!!!At last it seems like I am being nostalgic.

Goals In Life

This is my first blog.I have analyzed about the after-effects of writing a blog and  I am ready to accept any degree of criticism.

My Dad had this to say to me when I started my college life:" Son, You have grown up. There should be a meaning for your life on this planet". Not only my Dad, I have heard this from many of the so called "leaders". I often wonder about this:" why are all parents the same?" They only lead us to the path which will just sustain our life. They don't support innovation. They never want us to explore some anonymous fields. They only advice us to go to the usual BE, BS stuffs. They never encourage us to be different from others.

Most of us have our own life goals. They may include becoming a doctor, being rich and famous or representing one's country in a certain field. Whatever the goal is, for the majority of us, more often than not, it is predominantly a worldly one. Our entire education system is set up to help us pursue these worldly goals. Our parents also instill the same worldly purpose in us by encouraging to study and enter professions that give them more benefits momentarily.

Don't you think this is ridiculous? If you enter a profession in which you have no real zeal, you are destroying your own life. You are killing your time on this earth chasing some rubbish dreams. Here I don't mean dreams are rubbish.Ofcourse dreams are the kind of support on which you can lean on in your life. On the other hand, here,I  mean the dreams which are induced  by others and accepted blindly.

Everyone desperately does something for their own recognition in this competitive world. The problem is they do that blindly. Most of us are led by our parents and do not know where we are headed to. I don't say everyone is unaware of what they are doing. I'm talking about the rest who don't exactly know why they are here in this world.

We have to locate where our interests lie and try to realize our dream .Check out if it would make a difference in your life and start persevering. No matter how hard it is, put your life on the line and move towards your goal. Readers of this blog- I don't want you to be the one leading a life of mediocrity. Unleash your ideas and get going.