Source: The Economic Times, Mumbai on 14th August 2007
NEW DELHI: Undeterred by the fact that its proposal to extend quota to OBC students had raised much heat and dust and landed up in the Supreme Court, the government is considering providing 33% reservation to girl students in technical education institutions. This would mean girl students will get reservation in institutions like the Indian Institutes of Management (IIM), Indian Institutes of Technology (IITs) and National Institutes of Technology (NITs).
While replying to a question in the Rajya Sabha on the recommendation by a working group to introduce 33% reservation for girl students, the minister of state for HRD D Purandeswari said “a final view has not been taken on it”। The working group on ‘Development of Education of SC/Minorities/ Girls and other Disadvantaged groups’ had said that “a reservation of not less than 33% should be made for girls in all technical and higher educational institutions, in their respective categories”.
22.5% SC-ST, 27% OBC, 33% girls == 82.5%
Remaining 17.5% out of which PH and other seats will be filled.
Good
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Aaj fir wahi waqt
laut mujhe sata raha hai
woh patli si sadak
woh tuta sa balla
wahi icecream wala chillaa raha hai
woh sardi ki dhoop
woh garmi ki shaamien
wahi kahi kirmich ki ball
le mera hi ek aks
mujhe wapas bula raha hai
woh ATB cycle
wahi garam bund tikki
woh thoda sa homework
woh mowgli woh radha
wahi school ka ground
aaj fir us football pe ek kick
marne ko mann lalcha raha hai
lamhe hai bas
yaadein hai kuch
aaj fir apni beete bachpan ko yaad kar
koi yuh hi bas jiye jaa raha hai
laut mujhe sata raha hai
woh patli si sadak
woh tuta sa balla
wahi icecream wala chillaa raha hai
woh sardi ki dhoop
woh garmi ki shaamien
wahi kahi kirmich ki ball
le mera hi ek aks
mujhe wapas bula raha hai
woh ATB cycle
wahi garam bund tikki
woh thoda sa homework
woh mowgli woh radha
wahi school ka ground
aaj fir us football pe ek kick
marne ko mann lalcha raha hai
lamhe hai bas
yaadein hai kuch
aaj fir apni beete bachpan ko yaad kar
koi yuh hi bas jiye jaa raha hai
Friday, May 11, 2007
Sleep
and many days later
when i woke from that ephemeral sleep
the winds were stale, the clouds dark
in my heart a sadness deep
those days gone by
in concious sublime
now the painfull return
in their world not mine
sitting in this same small room
smoking the days last joint
wondering how true they said
time goes in circles round
each hour brings forth with it
nothing but the old times around
this stream seldom ceases
to play as it likes
i refused to believe
just closed my eyes
and many days later
when i woke from that ephemeral sleep
the winds were stale
the clouds dark
in my heart a sadness deep
when i woke from that ephemeral sleep
the winds were stale, the clouds dark
in my heart a sadness deep
those days gone by
in concious sublime
now the painfull return
in their world not mine
sitting in this same small room
smoking the days last joint
wondering how true they said
time goes in circles round
each hour brings forth with it
nothing but the old times around
this stream seldom ceases
to play as it likes
i refused to believe
just closed my eyes
and many days later
when i woke from that ephemeral sleep
the winds were stale
the clouds dark
in my heart a sadness deep
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Remebrance of things past
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste
Strangely just about seven years after leaving an old school in the quite cantontment area of a small city which reminded one of the old sluggish days of Raj, when compared to now time just stood still so that all the yet to be distinguished alumuni could play footbal with stones the whole afternoon or skip pages of newspaper standing in the library or have another kreamy icecream in paltry 2 rs to keep a healthy competetive count or pursue an odd maiden beauty with an innocent fantasy all through the recess and million other stupid things with a slight intuition that you are allowed to be stupid here with nobody expectiong you to burn the the stage with your exceptional talent, motivational levels, enthusiasm, sincerety blah blah.....i fumbled upon a site dedicated to that long lost school of mine and all those days of innocence, of waking early religiously every day, of cycling to the school in cold freezing winter days, of standing in the assembly and not listening one thing what the prinicpal was saying, which could change our lives radically atleast according to him, of running to the senior biology lab just to catch a glimpse of a human skeleton and trembling in fear afterwards, of our daily single fights, of everything that seems just a distant memory now.
Perhaps its a human tragedy that our past is just an old insignificant memory.....only rememberd in trifle incidents, in patches here and there, nothing more......
Perhaps many years from now
when i will look back and see
there would be nothing of my life
just some distant memories........................
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste
Strangely just about seven years after leaving an old school in the quite cantontment area of a small city which reminded one of the old sluggish days of Raj, when compared to now time just stood still so that all the yet to be distinguished alumuni could play footbal with stones the whole afternoon or skip pages of newspaper standing in the library or have another kreamy icecream in paltry 2 rs to keep a healthy competetive count or pursue an odd maiden beauty with an innocent fantasy all through the recess and million other stupid things with a slight intuition that you are allowed to be stupid here with nobody expectiong you to burn the the stage with your exceptional talent, motivational levels, enthusiasm, sincerety blah blah.....i fumbled upon a site dedicated to that long lost school of mine and all those days of innocence, of waking early religiously every day, of cycling to the school in cold freezing winter days, of standing in the assembly and not listening one thing what the prinicpal was saying, which could change our lives radically atleast according to him, of running to the senior biology lab just to catch a glimpse of a human skeleton and trembling in fear afterwards, of our daily single fights, of everything that seems just a distant memory now.
Perhaps its a human tragedy that our past is just an old insignificant memory.....only rememberd in trifle incidents, in patches here and there, nothing more......
Perhaps many years from now
when i will look back and see
there would be nothing of my life
just some distant memories........................
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
ZINDA SHAYAD........
MAUSAMON KI UNHI TANHIYAOH MAIN
AAJ FIR APNE KO AKELA PA
UNHI RAAHON MAIN UNHI SHAMMON MAIN
AAJ FIR KISI APNE KE BINA
GAR TERI YAAD AATI HAI TOH
APNE HI SONEPAN KE SAATH
BAATEIN KAR KAR KE
ZABAH TAK REH JAATI HAI TOH
SARD SE IS RAAT MAIN
YEH THANDI HAWA BHI SUKON PAHUNCHATI
HAI TOH
ZINDAGI SI IS ZID KE AAGE
MERI HAAR HO JATI HAI TOH
HANSO HAA KI SACH HAI YEH
AAJ BHI TERI YAAD AATI HAI TOH
AAJ FIR APNE KO AKELA PA
UNHI RAAHON MAIN UNHI SHAMMON MAIN
AAJ FIR KISI APNE KE BINA
GAR TERI YAAD AATI HAI TOH
APNE HI SONEPAN KE SAATH
BAATEIN KAR KAR KE
ZABAH TAK REH JAATI HAI TOH
SARD SE IS RAAT MAIN
YEH THANDI HAWA BHI SUKON PAHUNCHATI
HAI TOH
ZINDAGI SI IS ZID KE AAGE
MERI HAAR HO JATI HAI TOH
HANSO HAA KI SACH HAI YEH
AAJ BHI TERI YAAD AATI HAI TOH
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