Today we discussed the widening gap between the Indian rich and the poor in our soporific EEP class. Since I was betting on myself for CPs (class participation game), I was not sleeping. So, I learnt something about India: We have worse situation in educational inequality than the Sub-Saharan African nations like Ghana.
For us, India is on the path of historic growth. We are dreaming of double digit growth and fat pay packages, increasing perks and what not. So, I forgot it, reached my room, performed the usual chore of checking Dbab (this is more important than food and water at WIMWI) and reached NEWS NB to see this http://www.rediff.com/news/2007/feb/26inflation.htm
Now however insensitive I might be, I could not stop myself cursing the system for doing nothing to ensure that the fruits of success trickle down to the lower strat of the society. But that is what we do, curse others and do nothing. Can we do anything? Can we add few moments of happiness in lives of some people who have not been as fortunate as we are?
(For economics-inclined junta, they call it "Endowment failure")
And then, I saw the post about the treat for Prayaas kids. These kids had given an awesome dance performance during Chaos, the cultural festival of IIMA. The Prayaas team had called them to show them the video of their performance. After showing them the video, we had an awesome pizza treat. The kids had a chance to bite the italian food with the American coke. I will believe globalisation to have succeeded in India only when all Indians will have enough purchasing power to live the life of global standards.
After the treat, the kids performed their chaos dances once again and gave a performance of their folk song. Their faces were gleaming with joy when we bid them good bye along with a handful of candies.
Overall, I had a wonderful time and am feeling great.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Just Another Drink!!
Just Another Drink and we landed into Tuchchadom(second year at IIMA, for the uninitiated) ...yes, the long year of wait and frustrating fachcha life (PGP-1) seems to be over now.
Yesterday night was the Corpo-D (Corporate dinner) of Dorm-V and believe me, D-V rocks..The small bus laden with 20 inmates of the brick jail proceeded on its way to give them an evening of freedom when there were no rules, when you knew no bounds.
All 20 inmates of the Penthouse (as Dorm-Vians lovingly call their abode of WIMWI life) were immersed into the pool of unbounded merriment. The dry throats got a golden chance to gulp the divine drinks and quinch their thirst.
The swimming pool saw the historic water rugby battle between adventurous tuchchas and skilful fachchas...people have doubts about who won, who cheated, when it was a foul and so on....but let these cribbers cry, none will deny they were all filled with joy.
Then came one of the most enjoyable dinners of my life and it was not because of food but the chatter and the company.
It reminded me of the times when I was a second year at IITKGP and we were giving farewell to the final years of the wing...but there were no secrets shared this time, no heartfelt feelings for the place you never wanted to live...may be these WIMWI MBAs are too pseud for that....or two years are too little to bind you to the brick walls. I do not know but without the sentiments, it becomes just another drink.
Yesterday night was the Corpo-D (Corporate dinner) of Dorm-V and believe me, D-V rocks..The small bus laden with 20 inmates of the brick jail proceeded on its way to give them an evening of freedom when there were no rules, when you knew no bounds.
All 20 inmates of the Penthouse (as Dorm-Vians lovingly call their abode of WIMWI life) were immersed into the pool of unbounded merriment. The dry throats got a golden chance to gulp the divine drinks and quinch their thirst.
The swimming pool saw the historic water rugby battle between adventurous tuchchas and skilful fachchas...people have doubts about who won, who cheated, when it was a foul and so on....but let these cribbers cry, none will deny they were all filled with joy.
Then came one of the most enjoyable dinners of my life and it was not because of food but the chatter and the company.
It reminded me of the times when I was a second year at IITKGP and we were giving farewell to the final years of the wing...but there were no secrets shared this time, no heartfelt feelings for the place you never wanted to live...may be these WIMWI MBAs are too pseud for that....or two years are too little to bind you to the brick walls. I do not know but without the sentiments, it becomes just another drink.
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