Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Curbing Corruption

I have many a times applied some 100 Newton force on my mind so that it vomits out any idea on how to curb corruption in our country and if the Railway ministry hears my words I might ascend a rung in my quest.
A week ago I was travelling from Sonpur to Surat by an express train. I was looking forward to a very hectic journey which was to last for more than 30 hours and to make things worse, my ticket was waitlisted. Two sleepless nights had switched on their vacuum and were sucking me in.
The TTE made his pocket heavy by Rs 300 and mine lighter by the same amount for allotting me an already empty seat for half the journey. That spared me a night and for the second night my well-wisher turned out to be the attendant who offered me a seat into the cupboard where they keep pillows and bed sheets. Robert Langdon would have surely succumbed there. That made me shed off Rs 150.
My dad had told me that at the station I may even bargain with the agents who sell tickets at more than double the actual rates. Overpaying again and again and yet again!
Was this all even necessary if the authorities had increased the no. of coaches in the train? The maximum number of coaches which a train can handle is 24, so why are only a few of them running at that number. Certainly increasing the number of coaches reduces the speed and the train takes more time to reach its destination but then how many Indian trains (except for Rajdhani and Shatabdi Express) make it on time. For the masses, ‘reaching there’ is more important than ‘reaching there quickly’. And then the authorities will say that it’s not economically viable. But can’t we ignore their economics and pay heed to the helplessness of people who have to travel. In fact, augmentation of capacity has been carried out in order to meet increasing demand in the past. The number of coaches on each train was increased to 24, from 16, which increased costs by 28% but increased revenues by 78%.
Since the max is 24, length of platform, stability of train on track and all these things come into limelight only when the number increases beyond 24. So why not make all the 17s and 20s 24.
My point here is increasing the number of seats will liquidate the petty bribe which we have to pay to the TTE. Corruption should be curbed from its root. If we start punishing the guilty more than half the government’s people or officials otherwise will come under the banner. Everyone as an urge to earn a little extra! People are fraudulent by force and not by will.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Colon P (:P)

December 2010

I was attending this English Creative Writing Competition at Mood Indigo in IIT Bombay. I entered the hall and asked for the topic of the event and in return got a supposedly rude answer to look on the board. The topic was boldly shining on the board – Colon P. Weird, isn’t it? Could we possibly write on so meagre a topic? From the looks of some of the fellow writers it seemed they had just come to while off. But I thought great writers can just write on any and every thing. And yeah, the word limit was 60-100 words.
The pen seemed too heavy to move. After ripping off parts of my brain I came out with this –


Dear Colon P (: P),

Thank God! You dropped into my life or else I would have had to write your ballooned form - Oooo....looo.....looo.....looooooo.....looo!

You are genX’s gesture and any SMS or chat message without you looks hollow. Your two characters stand tall and mighty enough to support the ladders of sweetness, cuteness, love and friendship. The tongue hanging from the side of your mouth in the form of text is a creativity which make my lips widen. When I win an online game against my friends I don’t say YESSS! I just write your name in the chat box.
When I first met you my face worked in automation to copy you. Your brothers are equally adorable. Do remember me.

Yours,

Homo sapiens

The Letter

December 2010

Dear ____X____,

You are my saviour, my friend and my life partner. You give me comfort and the ecstasy of embracing you each day reinstalls the functioning of my veins, arteries and capillaries. Every night you welcome this mentally tired man and in your arms I feel I am in a world detached from this world, soundless, sightless, only the loud thuds of my heart doing the talking. Every morning when I get up with you, my mind wanders for any and every reason not to let go off you. You are the reason why I dream.
But now I want to break up with you because you are making me lose focus of myself and my destiny. I am with you for more that a third of the day, much more than I used to be with you a year back and you still want more? During lectures I have to make sure the prof. doesn’t catch me cuddling with you. Out of the long list of questions I have for God, one will be why did I ever meet you? Don’t dare to reply back.

Yours,
Ankit

PS: X = Sleep; excessive amount of sleep has chained me to my bed in the last few months and as a result I gave birth to this article!