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What if i do not vote?

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In continuation to my earlier blogs on the necessity of voting and floating suggestions on the electoral reforms required for a healthier democracy, I am further registering my school of thoughts in this blog in this regard. In India, Elections have become a ritual. Invariably, the voter turn-out on election dates do not go beyond 65% unless something happens similar to what happened at Tirumangalam constituency where the bye-election was held recently. Considering rigging, hardly the actual figures of people turn out to vote would not be more than 60%. What happens to the balance 40% of the voters? Why do not they vote? I am sure the Election commission of India would have thrown some light on this. Perhaps, the political parties also, for whom every vote matters, might have done some ground-work on this. I am not a statistician however; I throw my hat and come out with some figures which might be more or less similar to factual ones. ¨ Out of this 40%, 5% are attributed to people who...

Slavedog beggars

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Frankly, I wished no Oscar be awarded to Indians. However, the much-hyped film swept the event and bagged more awards. As usual, Indians went overboard in celebrating this great achievement (?). Invariably, all the media channels covered this event and beamed it repeatedly throughout the day as if nothing else had happened in the world. Newspapers did not leave anything behind. From the first page to last page, details after details were covered. They went on to cover even the minutest of the details happened during this journey. At the outset, why such a reaction? I did not see this reaction from the public or media when Chandrayaan stepped on the moon. Is this an Indian film? No it is not! It is a film of British. May be there were Indians but even among them, majority of them were Indians by origin and not by citizenship. So, why we go overboard on the celebrations? Is not the theory of “judging the best” wrong? Any creative art is an achievement. Loko bhinna ruchihi! Opinion differ...

Protectors or predators?

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It is not an exaggerated statement if someone remarked, “Either get indigestion by watching morning news or get insomnia by watching night news!” I can’t say whether it’s a status of pity or a curse which haunts our country that all the news being classified in the similar pattern highlighted in the opening statement. Many a times, in the comments section of my various blogs, it was mentioned that unless we have our people educated, such situations are bound to occur. I had always refused to buy this argument. The reasons are many. One among them is that an Indian Education system does not teach value to the learners. What happened in Chennai High Court two days back is shocking. This is not the first time that Tamil Lawyers are taking the law in their hands. They have done this many times earlier and they are notorious for such acts. Ever since the Dravidian parties climbed to power, the law college is fully politicized and bifurcated centrally. It is a bitter truth that only those w...

Micro Fiction - 55 Word stories - An attempt

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Accident (Word Count - 54 Theme – Cheating) Under the water-lorry, the old man is lying with his head broken. The wheat bag he carried is torn and wheat is strewn, some soaked in blood. A young boy collects the non-stained wheat-grains. The lady cries, “You promised to live and support us till he grows up. You cheated me….” ************************* Cheater (Word Count – 54 Theme – Cheating) “Cheater-cock! You said you won’t arrest our man but you did!” “Cool! Had I not done it, I will be thrown out. Your man is safe. We will make sure that investigation stagnates and drag time. In fact, I am not cheating you but my people” having said thus he hung the phone. ******************** Valentine’s Day Gift (Word count – 54 Theme – Cheating) I wish to gift my wife, on this Valentine’s Day. She is so caring, from my shirt’s button to shoe’s lace; she never complain but take pride in serving me. So, I am at this mall where young ones gather. There I saw our neighborhood boy and my w...