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This rhyme arose as a by-product of a heated argument with one of my friends regarding reservations. You know, the 27% res. of OBC’s in higher educational institutions….blablabla…
He furiously stated that it was dashed unfair to give the minority such a majority in the colleges….that it reduces our chances…etc. You’ve been told the whole thing ad nauseum by the media.
I politely (loudness slightly higher than 150 db) pointed out that-
1)27% is not a majority.
2)27% reservation could be quite justified if one took into account the fact that OBC’s constituted 52% (see ‘Mandal Commission’ in Wikipedia) of our population, which IS a majority.
Well, what can one say after such brilliant data presentation ? My friend just sighed and cracked a joke.
A very cruel joke, I thought.
He said, “Eto OBC niye ki hobe? Ei OBCgulo komeo na keno?” (“What does one do with so many OBC’s? Why don’t these OBC’s reduce in number?“)
To Be or not to Be
Arms to guide, and all besides;
who decides? ‘tis Them.
Ride along with them,
or be –
the civil enemy.
And they tell us what is right!
Night, is it such dark night
Neighbour, that the blind give us sight?
Ask them, where be all the stars so bright?
To see or not to see
And this blight, is ours to fight,
This right, ours to claim.
Rise from the ashes,
a phoenix be –
Asked I for this?
Nameless treasure, the blessed shelter peace shall bring –
Watch the flowers bloom over a land of green, and
Every one immersed in laughter, and forgetting
Shadows, all bitterness lost in the quicksand.
Heading for home I do behold the maiden sing.
Asked I for this?
Not I, war is my glory, bloody is my hand.
In the world there was once a nation,
Never was’t delayed in equalities aid to hasten;
Deep believers in human brotherhood
Intrepid by every minority’s side it stood:
‘Alas’, it said, ‘but why can’t the number of OBC’s lessen?’