Pratiksha Mainkar

The Land Acquisition, Rehabilitation and Resettlement Bill is due to be discussed in the union cabinet. The ongoing rut of the parliamentary stalemate should ideally come to an end with this bill. But then that is just wishful thinking.

Where is the Indian democracy going? No where really. We take one step ahead with the Lokpal discussions and two steps backwards with the FDI tug-of-war. The parliamentary discussions are stalled and are counter-productive to the growth of the country. The Congress led Government is not to be blamed alone, the opposition led by an ineffective BJP is equally responsible.

In the Coal allocation scandal, BJP could have leveraged the allotments and convinced the country that it is a responsible group that can govern the country better. Instead it chose to paralyse the parliamentary procedures. This is not a one off case, BJP has opposed only because it is the Opposition. This has greatly harmed political debate in the Parliament. The only success story of BJP is the rise and rise of Narendra Modi. He seems to know what he is doing when the party doesn’t really know where it is heading. There is no confidence amongst the top leadership which consists of political veterans. These are minds that have seen Government change like seasons yet lack the ability to give a strong mandate to the party. In a bid to oust the Congress led government, BJP has roped in the Left. It is a wise political move to have them as an ally. But to endorse their views as BJP’s own is taking it too far. When the worry should be about the loss of rational thought, the opposition seems to enjoy suggesting regressive steps for investment in India. Let alone lure foreign investments, we seem to have lost the faith of Indian investors too. Jaitley seems to be in a right frame of mind coming up with valid arguments against FDI in retail but then for some reasons messes up with a lame argument to close the deal. The Congress led Government has done enough goof ups with the Common wealth games, spectrum auctions and Coal scandals. In all these opportunities the opposition has missed to capitalise on, BJP sounds like a spoilt kid throwing tantrums.

All is not lost yet. The BJP can recover with a strong mandate, clear focus and effective management. It needs to work on not just being a good opposition but showing the Indian public that it can be a good leader too. Some major steps need to be taken to reform its image, be more popular amongst the youth and make careful allies. The golden era of BJP during the Vajpayee led coalition seems distant. The confident chant of ‘ Aab ki baari, Atal Bihari’ echoes feebly in the background of the diffident outfit. There is no central authority and a serious lack of a strong mandate for the party. From what seems like a failure of a strong opposition, BJP is now only waiting for the coveted PMO position.

Pratiksha Mainkar
The LED panel read 10….The fan whirred noisily in the roof…TING…11…
The elevator lifted up in the shaft. The attempt was deliberate and slow. Time was ticking away. Kaajal fussed with the collar of her business suit. She twirled her hair like a nervous woman. Her long fingers were slightly trembling.  It was 1 in the morning. Her only companion was the noisy fan. It gushed in hot air into the elevator. The sweating made her more claustrophobic.
Her Blackberry beeped. One new BBM. “Kaajal, Please pick up the call.”  A drop of sweat rolled down from her brow. “Not now Ayaan. Not now”. The elevator shuddered near the 13th floor.Then it came to a jolting halt. The fan broke down. She steadied herself, dropping the files and papers from the meeting. Her clammy palms left marks on the steel walls.She looked around. There was no sound, no scratching of metal. None at all.

She had to bend to pick the phone and then it happened. THUMP. Something bulky landed on the roof. It was heavy enough to shake the elevator. Her throat dried up. Her brows knitted in fear and concentration. The mass which landed on the roof struggled a bit. Its cry muffled and its body helpless. Kaajal reached for her gun. The movement stopped. The .45 ACP clicked and cackled in the eerie silence. The roof panel started turning red. Blood dripped from the crack and landed on her shoes. Strength replaced fear and she was ready to take it down. As the beast plunged into the shaft, the metal box thundered. She could feel death running towards her. She fixed her eyes on the roof in concentration and courage. To strike sharp and strike correct.

“Kaajal!! Kaajal from section C.”  The announcement got her back to reality. She stood up to acknowledge the achievement. The entire room resonated in applause. The claps were for her so she humbly smiled. In their world she was a survivor, in her dream she was about to die.
Pratiksha Mainkar
 
1. Unlike popular belief hostel life is not unnerving. It makes you more receptive to needs of people around you and helps you communicate and adjust better.

2. The electric washing machine is a boon to mankind because washing soiled clothes with your hands is a major pain.

3. The food doesn’t come at your table nor is there the familiar coax of your mother to leave the computer and join for dinner. You need to move your ass to the dining hall and feel grateful for the food being served.

4. There will come a time when you are unable to sleep and your roomies are blissfully drifting to dream land. This is when you feel the necessity to let them sleep as you enjoy a book on the stairs with a cool breeze for company. It doesn’t work though. You might end up scaring a poor soul near the water cooler thanks to your white shirt and long hair.True story.

5. Love it or hate it but here is no escape from Maggi noodles.

6. Everybody eventually gets a nickname.

7. You are truly grateful to the floor cleaner for making sure you don’t lead a pig’s life.Cleaning is a big deal because there is always stuff lying around all the time.

8. Sleep is directly proportional to the assignments you have to submit. It’s either 11 before a test or 4 in the morning before a holiday. There is no clear sleep cycle.

9. In a hostel, exam nerves spread fast. Really fast.

10. In case you are in a girls’ hostel, every room has atleast half a dozen pairs of shoes.

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Pratiksha Mainkar
In the womb of hope and fear, her unborn fingers beckon you near
A whisper in your ears,” Let me live”, she pleads
She is a part of you, Let her breathe.

She might play with dolls, yet worship Whitman
And dream of ruling The Wall Street
She is the glorious twinkle of your eye; she is a daughter, a sister
Love her equal, no less.

Like movie and popcorn, beer and football,
She is the lighthouse in your thunderstorm.
She laughs, she cries, she feels
From the depths she pulls you, she will heal
She is a dear friend, value her.

Stands like a rock when you’re are low, yet
Melts like a candle in your arms aglow
She’ll love, she’ll care, give it back double
She is a wife, a girlfriend. Appreciate her.

She will listen to it all with a smile,
As you yell at and tell her lies.
Gentle, forgiving as a flower, yet
Fierce as Durga to teach you what’s right.
She is a mother. Acknowledge her.

She is invincible yet vulnerable.
Beautiful and sensitive yet so determined.
Her heart filled with love and stars in her eyes.
Many forms she might take, yet she is one
She is a woman. She is YOU.

Dedicated to all the amazing women out there.Feel special everyday,because you are!
Cheers!
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