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"The avenues and opportunities open to the youth today in an economically liberated India were absent in the late fifties and early sixties. After graduation what? Where to find a job? What job? How? When? And the idealism and debate and the coffee house banter soon converts itself to anger. The anger of not knowing what to do with ourselves.

You look for answers. You turn to those that may have them. And in one 'enlightened' moment you get the answer from a fellow sufferer. "why were we brought in to this world? To suffer?" That's it! We should never have been brought in to this world. Judgment passed.

Angered, frustrated, strengthened and armed with unreasonable thought, I walked in to my father's study one evening and for the first time in my life, with choked emotion, raised my voice at him and screamed:

"Aapne hame paida kyun kiya?"

My father, immersed, as always was in his writing, looked up at me with some initial surprise and then settled down to more understanding posture and remained so for almost eternity.

No one spoke. Not him, not me. Not a sound. Just the measured clicking of the timepiece on his desk - and my unmeasured breathing!

When nothing came across from the parent quarter, I turned and left.

It was an uncomfortable night for me.

The next morning my father walked in to my room, woke me up and handed me a sheet of paper and left. I opened it. It was a poem he had written overnight titled Nayi Leek (The New Generation)

Zindagi aur zamane ki kashmakash se

Ghabarakar mere ladke mujhse poochte hai

"Hame paida kyun kiya tha?"

Aur mere paas iske siwa

Koi jawab nahi hai

Ki mere baap ne bhi mujhse bina pooche

Mujhe paida kiya tha

Aur mere baap se bina pooche unke baap ne, unhe..

Zindagi aur zamane ki kashmakash

Pahle bhi thi, ab bhi hai, shayad jyada,

Aage bhi hogi, shayad jyada,

Tumhi nayi leek dharna

Apne baytoen se poochkar unhe paida karna.

So long as there is life, there is struggle! "Jab tak jivan hai, tab tak sangharsh hai" said my father, as he lay weak and almost comatose in his bed in Pratiksha.

The room is now adorned by his large framed picture, exactly where he breathed his last. Few months ago, he was joined on the side by my mother's portrait.

Every day and every moment that I pass the room as I climb the staircase to my bedroom or down from it, I stop by the door and look at both of them. And ask for strength.

It is the light of his wisdom that I endeavour to carry each day when I step out!

This picture shocked the entire world; nobody knows what happened to the child including Kevin Carter, who left the place once photograph was taken.

After three months Kevin committed suicide. Following note was found from his diary.

Dear God,

I promise I will never waste my food no matter how bad it can taste and how full I may be.
I pray that He will protect this little boy, guide and deliver him away from his misery.
I pray that we will be more sensitive towards the world around us and not be blinded by our own selfish nature and interests.
I hope this picture will always serve as a reminder to us that how fortunate we are and that we must never ever take things for granted.

INSTRUCTIONS TO CANDIDATES WHO WERE APPEARING IN AN INTERVIEW FOR THE GOVT. JOB AND WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE WRITTEN EXAMINATION.

1. ANSWER ALL QUESTIONS..INSTRUCTION FOR GENERAL CATEGORY
2. ANSWER ANY ONE QUESTION.INSTRUCTION FOR OBC CANDIDATES
3. ONLY READ THE QUESTIONS..INSTRUCTION FOR ST CANDIDATES
4. THANKS FOR COMING..MESSAGE FOR SC CANDIDATES
5. THANKS FOR ALLOWING OTHER CANDIDATES TO ATTEND THE INTERVIEW...FOR GUJJARS AND JATS.

"One of the striking details about nomination of Barack Obama as the Democratic party candidate for the president of USA is that he is the tenth nominee of the two major parties in the past twenty years to have graduated from either Harvard or Yale Uni. Past twenty years two parties in between them have only twelve candidates that means 83% of USA presidential nominees are from top two universities. Not to forget American Higher education system and hundreads top class universities and colleges to choose from."

So America elects the president who is product of finest education system and in comparision what we have, politicians without degrees, illiterate CRAP. No need to blame politicians for this situation. Our boys and girls from top uni. choose other fields rather than opting for politics as a career considering politics is good only for those having low moral values and where no place for honesty and other good virtues.

WE GET THE POLITICIANS WE DESERVE....!!

All young things are hitting the Gym and pumping iron to look as cool and as sexy as SRK, they want to have SIX PACK AB. It is nice to have healthy good looking figure but one need not to over do the same. However it is personal choice, how you want to see yourself in the mirror or how your love partner wants you to look like.!!

And babes are starving themselves for "zero figure". Wafer thin body frame. For me, after seeing so called Zero Figured ladies, it is about only skin, protruding bones, no flesh, chalta firta skeleton.! Looks really not so nice, but then again it is a personal choice, how you want to look like and yes, how your partner wants you to look like, fortunately I do not have to have six packs to impress my lady love and same way I don't mind in case my partner do not have 24 waist line and is more on heavier side, having curves at right places..!

What is your choice.!!

She asked her husband, if he has ever seen anybody looked like her, Mr. Prakash said, he never had!

'Well' she said, 'I wish you would begin to look around and see if you can find some body, if you do find her be sure and find a way to make an appointment with her for me, so I can get a good look at her'.

Mr. Prakash did not take this seriously at the time, but after a week he saw a woman in the market who was looking just like his wife, as if God has created a photocopy!

He followed the woman, she was going in a mall, at the door, a man joined her, Mr. Prakash was experienced enough to note that both are husband and wife. He followed the couple inside the mall, woman entered in a garment store meant for ladies leaving behind the stranger for some window shopping, Mr. Prakash has the chance to catch up and strike conversation with the strange man. He went and greeted the man, 'Hello !', The stranger replied, 'Hello .?' and looked at Mr. Prakash, trying to figure out whether he ever meet this man.

'Well' said the other man, 'What's up?' Mr. Prakash nodded foolishly, coughed a little and said,' I do not want to be inquisitive but would you mind telling me that the woman who was just with you is your wife?'

'I don't think it any of your business whether she is my wife or not. Still I don't mind telling you that she is, and been married fifteen years.

'Thanks', said Prakash, 'so have I and my wife' he continued,' My wife is as good looking as your wife, both are similar, like twins, you can exchange each other and nobody would notice, couldn't tell them apart if you stood them up side by side and turn the telescope on them. That is the reason I speak to you. My wife is crazy to see another woman who looked like her.

The other man was very happy,' My dear sir' he said,' you came to me today morning in the disguise of an angel. My wife is harping on the same subject since last six months.

The other man was Mr. Sinha.

A meeting was organized over a dinner. They also decided not to reveal the truth to their wives; they preferred to let them find out themselves.

The dinner passed off pleasantly. The two women studied each other with admirable tact. They exchanged pleasantries and waved each other off, The moment they got beyond earshot of the Sinhas, Mrs. Simi Prakash said,' she is rather nice looking, don't you think?'

'Yes' Said Prakash, 'I do'

'You know what' she went on,' First, I thought she looks a good deal like me but when I studied her I found that resemblance was not so striking and there are many points of differences.' She continued, 'my complexion is much clearer then hers, my lashes much stronger and darker, my teeth evener and my shoulder and neck better, and I hate to think that the lines and hollows in my face show up as plainly as they do in hers.'

'Oh, of course she is good looking but she can not hold a candle to you.'

'But you must find out some body who looks like me', she said.

'Sure dear' he said, 'he did not wanted to disturb peace in his family life.

Sinha didn't show much enthusiasm to meet again and Prakash understood why.!?