An ode to Class X-D

this poem was written by an african kid.
When I born, I Black,
When I grow up, I Black,
When I go in Sun, I Black,
When I scared, I Black,
When I sick, I Black,
And when I die, I still black..
And you White fella,
When you born, you Pink,
When you grow up, you White,
When you go in Sun, you Red,
When you cold, you Blue,
When you scared, you Yellow,
When you sick, you Green,
And when you die, you Gray..
And you calling me Colored ??

INTRODUCTION: The pics of our so called picnic at humayun's tomb arrive the earliest on classxd.blogspot.com. So what are you waiting for? open it dude...
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Special thanks to myself.

I cross a bridge
in hope of solace
but as my ineluctable destiny
designs adversity,
a question lingers.

I seek to resist
the appalling change
but the pain is inevitable.
So in the midst of my flight
a question lingers.

I hum a bemused tune,
mystified by time.
And as the ruins of my
previous self pass me by,
a question lingers.

I see a ray of hope
cause it wasn’t long back
that I knew solitude.
Not yet vanquished,
unrequited, that question lingers.

Shakespeare said,’ Adversity maketh the man.’ Which adversity was he talking about? Adversity-the stigma, adversity-the realization, adversity-the impetus or adversity-the hope? Is genius ‘inspite of’ or because of’ adversity? Hope, joy, pain, love, faith, suffering and adversity-are they just words? They are verbal descriptions of the multifarious emotions of humanity. Adversity is a very repulsive word. It reminds me of ‘terrible fish.’ it is a word which screams self-righteousness. A word which tries to put things in perspective in vain. A word which shames you. A word which shames me because we haven’t felt it. Adversity has not doctored our dreams unlike those of our ancestors. We know neither the zenith nor the nadir. How happy is happy enough? How sad, sad enough? How ignorant, unfeeling enough? How big, big enough? I am not a genius. I don’t know. I hope I never do. I have the gumption to say that even though adversity is a great teacher, I would prefer to not be taught. I would prefer to anchor my ship on my own-in storm and in sunshine with a pristine mind which doesn’t know defeat. Joy is the springtime orange flowers in naraina. Joy is the taste of chocolate. Gloom would be the voice of backstreet boys. Maybe, we’re just small people in a big world. Let’s discover it. La la la………

hi... this is one of those rare posts in which i write sumthing myself..
since i still dont have any idea what i am going to write.. and how can ppl write so much rite out of their brains... let me begin with the most obvious thing..
life os BORING these days... since january (i guess) we (I) have been studying (first for preboards, then boards and then entrance exams) so in a manner of speaking, i had gotten used to the constant naggging by my parents and my "inner voice" (as if) tht i should study study study. so u can say tht "mujhe aadat par gayi thi parne ki".. so now i sit vella all day long watching a 100 times seen movie or playing a game i have completed twice.
just when i thot tht maybe i should go and buy some new books for 11th class..our new class teacher(wots her name again??) told us tht the sylabii has changed again so dont go out and buy new books... i was like "gr8 , just gr8".
so now i am sitting totally bored in front of my PC writing all this, and thinking about my studytable behind me which has been rendered useless by constant dumping of all my books and copies(i look behind and see tht there are 2 RD Sharma's, lots of VMC papers...2-3 geometry boxes, all my tenth class books, and a bundle of pens tht dont work). i look over to my bed and see tht it is also covered with godknows what all.. it has my laptop, some old newspapers, a guitar book , my guitar, and the usual stuff tht is always there, leaving only half the bed usefull, on which are the "kambals" which i use every night.. so the only place i can sit in my room is this chair on which i am sitting...

i see tht i have written a long post.. and now i am thinking wetrher i should have written all tht...
and suddenly i started liking metallica since yesterday afternoon( i dont know how)

so i think this is enough about me..( this is my usual schedule ). :)
signing off,
abhinav

‘You don’t give wine and caviar to someone who is starving, you give them dal-roti. You give kurta pajama to a naked man, not a pashmina shawl.’ I quote the words of a lady in this week’s ‘We the People.’ If you give them dal-roti, they will equip themselves to have wine (if the have/develop the taste). 49.5% reservations in some of the premier institutions of our country and other centrally funded colleges is yet another corroboration of the level to which Indian politicians can stoop in their ‘quest’ to garner votes. It is a step towards racism which is against the ‘humanitarian principles which make our country a citadel of secularism.’ I know that you are beginning to get the drift.
52% of our population comprises of OBCs. It logically follows that the majority of the population is ‘backward’, the civilization, the second generation after independence is backward. But lets just stop here and ask ourselves what we mean by backward. Backward in context of OBCs does not mean regressive. If I remember correctly, the Mandal commission enlisted 3741 castes that were deprived of their social and economic rights. The concept in totality is itself backward because Mandal used 1931 data which even in 1980, when the commission was conceived, was backward, let alone 26 years after that!!!!!! Moreover, from the reports I have followed, some of these castes are doing very well. The others are basically farmers. But………..hey, wait a second. What happened to the land reforms, abolition of zamindari system and land ceiling? Had these measures been avidly implemented, there would have not been a need to name these sections of the society in a manner as retrogressive as ‘backward classes’, in a manner which shouts blind childish venom. What scares me is that children are not behind this. The venom is not innocent but unwavering in its intensity.
Coming back to NDTV, I couldn’t catch the whole show because the screen kept saying ‘3641 MHz’ but what I do know is that the section representing ‘backward classes’
Stormed out of the studio during one of the commercial breaks. So ingrained in us is the historical absurdity of an ‘us versus them’ feeling, so artificially strokes are the ‘rivalries’ by the media and purile politicians, that sometimes we forget the very idea of democracy and equality. I am against the reservation because I feel it will lend ‘credibility’ to the appalling process of self alienation (eg. Hindutva) that some politicians have started propagating. Moreover, the drop out rated of reserved SC-ST candidates is shocking in higher education-around 97%. I think we should empower these students by giving them basic education so that they become capable of entering these institutions on basis of merit rather than caste certificates. Flagging of fees can also prove to be an effective method.
Evidently, politicians don’t read Ayn Rand. Plato and Aristotle seem a million light years away.