VOTE.SELECT.ACT

Politics is the art of influencing people on a civic or individual level. And, democracy is the relationship between people and politics.

The history of India takes us back to the individual republics of the 6^th century BC, that is, the sanghas and the ganas which closely resembled a democracy. India has been following democratic rule since the year 1949. But is the system followed by our government really democratic? Is the common man being given rights the constitution claims to bestow on him? If yes, then why is politics a bad word? Why is a politician seen as some corrupt, sadistic individual who knows nothing, but thinks he knows everything?

Take the example of Rahul Gandhi who is being considered for the prime minister’s post by the Congress. After almost three generations, we think that the Gandhis might give it a rest. But, no, they just have to run a monarchy in disguise. Our constitution boasts about the right to equality, however, it was flushed down the drain long ago when it became a ritual for rape victims to wait for a decade to get justice. Educational privileges and the right against exploitation are violated every time a kid is forced to beg on the streets with the notion “pity pays”. And the suicides in Gujarat due to penalising of farmers are a sorry acceptance of the “right” to life and property. Democracy in India allows us to break laws which guard these civil liberties, to name a few.

The answer to all questions lies at the root level. The bug is in each and every individual who votes and in each one of us who does not vote. It is nice to write an article on what a pathetic excuse of a democracy our country is. It is nice to blame the system for all its loopholes which fail to prevent trafficking, suicides and the growing difference between the haves and the have-nots. It is great to read such articles and reflect upon them. But, it is not nice to accept the victims of this system as our own. It is not nice to put ourselves in their shoes and stand up against the prevalent corruption as long as our needs are satisfied. And, due to some mental barriers, it is just not nice to vote with a rational mind. An empty stomach is not a good political adviser. Think about it.

SANJANA MAHABALE,

LITERARY MEMBER,

IBC

BELIEF

That night was dark and lonely. The grave silence of night was seldom disturbed by the howling of wolves. The blustering night of December had made everyone to remain in their homes. The night has made even the soldiers to remain in their camps. They were sleeping unaware about the danger that was crossing the border. Suddenly there was an explosion. Boom… everyone was shocked and baffled by this sudden attack. There was a situation of panic among the soldiers. At that time Captain Rajveer and Captain Shekhar had taken the charge to counterblast. Suddenly Rajveer was dumbstruck as he saw a grenade had just exploded beside Shekhar and made his body topple in the air. He ran towards him without wasting a moment elbowing the firings.

             Five years back in their college Rajveer and Shekhar were the best friends. Their friendship was famous all over the college. But there was one more peculiar thing that was famous about Rajveer. And it was his dilemma when he had been given the choices. Every time it was Shekhar who took him out from such situations. That’s why Rajveer was totally dependent on Shekhar for his own decisions. It was Shekhar’s decision to join army. Earlier Rajveer was a little skeptical about joining the army but as usual to escape the situation of making his own choice he rather accept the Shekhar’s decision. After two years of training in national defense academy both of them were posted in Drass sector Jammu, one of the most crucial and critical army bases. In the camp also even the officer’s were aware about Rajveer’s this peculiar habit.

               As Rajveer reached to Shekhar he had almost lost his nerve. But as he saw Rajveer he smiled and utters his last words in his best friend’s ear. Then suddenly another grenade exploded beside them separating the two friends forever.

           After two days when Rajveer woke up in the hospital he found his officer sitting beside him. His officer then asked him, “Rajveer I thought you might not be able to choose between yours life and your friend’s life. How did you make that tough decision so easily contradicting your own behavior”? Rajveer smiled and replied, “Belief sir, Shekhar had a belief on me that I would come to him breaking all my dilemmas and he told me the same thing that, “I know you would come, and now I can die with a satisfaction that my friend has overcome his weakness” and that drove me to him”

SOWMYA VERMA,

LITERARY MEMBER,

IBC

BUREAUCRAT PUPPETS

STRINGS UNATTACHED?

The dictionary meaning of a bureaucrat is: ‘An official who is rigidly devoted to the details of administrative procedure’. But do our so-called “bureaucrats” stand up to the definition of their posts? Or are they merely puppets in the hands of the political masters?

Here I have compared what German sociologist Max Weber defined a bureaucratic official as and what the definition has changed to:

·         He is personally free and appointed to his position on the basis of conduct.
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He is not personally free and appointed to his position on the basis of contacts.

·         He exercises the authority delegated to him in accordance with impersonal rules, and his loyalty is enlisted on behalf of the faithful execution of his official duties.
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He exercises the authority delegated to him in accordance with personal rules, and his loyalty is enlisted on behalf of the faithful execution of his official duties to the ruling party.

·         His appointment and job placement are dependent upon his technical qualifications.
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His appointment and job placement are dependent upon his social qualifications.

·         His administrative work is a full-time occupation.
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His administrative work is a full-time occupation when a powerful public servant needs him.

·         His work is rewarded by a regular salary and prospects of advancement in a lifetime career.
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His work favouring a particular party is rewarded by a regular salary and prospects of advancement in a lifetime career.

·         He must exercise his judgment and his skills, but his duty is to place these at the service of a higher authority. Ultimately he is responsible only for the impartial execution of assigned tasks and must sacrifice his personal judgment if it runs counter to his official duties.
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He must not exercise his judgment and his skills. Ultimately he is responsible only for the partial execution of assigned tasks and must sacrifice his official judgment if it runs counter to his personal duties.

·         Bureaucratic control is the use of rules, regulations, and formal authority to guide performance.
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Bureaucratic control is the use of rules, regulations, and formal authority to guide performance under specific conditions and superiors.

While narrowing down the term ‘bureaucrats’ in terms of the Indian constitution, we can count District collectors, IAS and IPS officers. As many of us are aware, to reach such designations, it requires years of dedication towards education and values. But what happens after they get into the system? 

They lose their ethics under the pressure of their puppeteers.
Every politician in the country is aware of the power and fame of any bureaucrat, and so are they themselves. But it seems that the former make a better use of this. The question is: why do they blindly follow the orders? The bureaucrats, not being unaware of their position, tend to succumb to the ill-fated wishes of Ministers, scared by the consequences of one action by a powerful politician. It can cost them their health, wealth, security, fame or family. And, their inactivity against corruption is not justified. Or, some may not be terrorized by the results on their career, and are driven by their greed.

And what does this lead to?
We may have come across this example (in reality or in fiction) where the DSP or SP states that he/she is not in a position to take an action against an MP or the CM. Do you think this is a flaw of the constitution?  Or just the cowardliness of a bureaucrat that he is unable to force constitutionally correct decisions over the corrupt ones? Any democrat has the potential to reject the dominion of corruption. But do they?
The outcome is an overall increment in the corruption levels of the system. Henceforth, any specified task cannot be efficiently completed at higher or lower levels of the government.

Another question which would arise in this scenario would be:
who is more at fault? The bureaucrats? Or their controlling politicians?

One would say, that since the flow of power is from the politicians to the bureaucrats, corrupt acts should be killed at the roots, i.e., it is the responsibility of the politicians to maintain the dynamo of the government. On the other hand, if bureaucrats do not accept such work place values, they can control it in the threshold.  But the truth remains that if one part of a system is malfunctioning, the whole system malfunctions.

What possible improvements can be made to the existing system?
Improvements can be made only when each unit (from the first person to the population) starts working for benefit of the whole, and not just personal interests.

SANJANA WADHWA,

CREATIVE HEAD,

IBC

THREE HEARTS

Love is something which most of us have not experienced and even some of us deny its existence. But the fact is something different. We all experience this heavenly feeling when we see two people whom we consider next to God, our parents. Here is a small story which will help us, especially youngsters, to understand Love, which is Life.

Rakesh Gokhale, 26 years old, used to live in Mumbai along with his mother and grandmother. He lost his father when he was 11 years old. He was a teacher in a school and managed his middle class small maharashtrian family well. As he was an earning guy now, planning of his marriage was going on. Like everybody, he also had some expectations about his life partner and he was very excited about this.

One Sunday, while he was sitting in his room, his mother and grandmother came to him and told him some things. Listening to them he was shocked and moved out of the house angrily. Once Gokhale family used to reside in a small town near Mumbai and Mr. Shinde, their neighbour, was a very good friend of Rakesh’s father. He helped Rakesh’s family after his father’s death. The present situation was that, Mr. Shinde, a very simple and small town old man, gently asked Gokhale family to make Rakesh his son-in-law by accepting his daughter Gauri as their daughter-in- law.

When Rakesh’s mother told him about all this he was angry because he thought just because Mr. Shinde has helped them a lot he can’t marry his daughter, whom he hasn’t seen since 15 years. He went out and sat in a peaceful place for a while. His mind was full of his mother’s words about his father’s death, Mr. Shinde’s gratitude, Gauri and all. Then he thought if Mr. Shinde is a very good man, Gauri must be a nice girl and keeping in mind that Mr. Shinde has asked something from them for the first time, he decided to marry Gauri. He went back to his home and told his decision to his mother and she started crying, Rakesh thought she was crying out of happiness but her tears wanted to say something which Rakesh wouldn’t understand now.

Gokhale family planned to meet Mr. Shinde and family on Tuesday and everybody was excited that two very close families are going to be a single family now. Monday night Rakesh was informed that there is a very important work in school so he won’t be able to go and hence only his mother and grandmother went there. When they came back Rakesh asked his mother, “how is she?”, in an exciting way. His mother replied she is beautiful and she started crying. Rakesh was happy listening to this and he again thought that she was crying out of happiness and was unable to understand the voice of her tears.

The date of marriage was fixed and everyone was happy. There were small and nice arrangements by both families according to their financial conditions. And at last the day of marriage came and Gokhale family reached the town with some relatives and friends. Rakesh was very excited to see beautiful Gauri and as soon as he entered the marriage hall he saw the bride in a red saree and he was shocked after seeing her as Gauri was a very fat girl having weight about double of Rakesh. Rakesh was very upset after this and was silent during the whole marriage. When Gokhale family came back to Mumbai along with Gauri, Rakesh went to his mother and said you people played with my life by making me marry with this fat girl and he left the room. His mother was crying and her tears were saying same things as they were saying last two times to her that she has ruined two lives.

Rakesh went to his room, where Gauri was sitting and told her that he is feeling cheated by everyone and he doesn’t like her and this marriage at all and left. Now in the room there was a girl, Gauri, sitting silently and describing more about her, she was beautiful with big deep eyes having tears in them, a lost lovely smile and a very pure heart.

The house was silent at that moment, there were three hearts one filled with hatred, one with a guilt of destroying two lives but the third heart had something different in it, and it had Love for Rakesh. Being an Indian daughter having all good qualities and learning, Gauri had respect and love for Rakesh and this love gave her the power to bring the other hearts at their normal.

Next morning when Rakesh woke up early and was departing for school he saw Gauri worshiping God. As he started moving outside a very sweet voice entered in his ears, it was Gauri’s voice. She had prepared lunch for Rakesh and asked him to take the same along with him. Rakesh’s mother entered and told Gauri that Rakesh always had his lunch outside you don’t need to wake up so early for preparing lunch. She replied that she has a habit of waking early and preparing food for his father. Rakesh wasn’t interested in the conversation so he started leaving and took the lunch box along with him as insulting the food wasn’t in his ethics. This brought that lovely smile on Gauri’s face back. Although Rakesh missed this but his mother saw this smile and blessed her and the guilt in her heart started decreasing.

When Rakesh opened his lunchbox, suddenly he remembered Gauri’s sentence she said in the morning with her lovely voice but he himself ignored this feeling but one thing was sure that her voice was somewhere able to find the way to Rakesh’s heart. Then he had the food along with other people and everybody complimented him that he has got a very good wife.

Days were passing by and Rakesh was still ignoring Gauri and had hatred for her. But Gauri’s power of love of was still there and kept believing that one day that hatred will be replaced by love. One day when Rakesh opened his lunchbox he saw his favorite Gajar ka halwa in it and it was delicious and for the first time Rakesh had a smile on his face. When he returned back home for the first time he had a conversation with Gauri and he told her that lunch was good and she said with her eyes down and blushing that it is her birthday today. Both were silent for few seconds, Rakesh wanted to wish her but he remained silent. Gauri understood his silence and realized that her power of love is doing something. Rakesh’s mother was watching all this and she smiled. The guilt was almost gone.

Next day, Rakesh received a letter from Mr. Shinde. He cried after reading his letter. Is was something like this,

"Dear Rakesh,

Bless you son, you are a very good human being. You accepted my daughter at the time when nobody was going to marry her. I got a letter from her. She said she is very happy with you all. Your mother is a very understanding lady, she said. And she told me about you that you are very caring towards her. She also told me about the green saree you gave her on her birthday. 

I feel very lucky to have you as my son-in-law. 

Thanks a lot, Rakesh.
Sushil Shinde"

After reading this Rakesh’s hatred was gone and now he was feeling guilty for his behaviour towards Gauri. And he realised why his mother had said that Gauri is beautiful. Beauty comes from person’s heart, he understood this fact and decided to say sorry to her.

Next day when Gauri woke up she saw something in front of her. A green saree and a piece of paper written sorry on it was kept near her. She smiled and a tear was coming out of her eye. Rakesh entered the room and said, “I know I am the reason behind your tears” suddenly Gauri stopped him and said, “Rakesh when your mother came to our house when you were involved in some school work she told me about you that how you have earned a respectable position in society, I fell in love with you and this love gave me the power to remove the hatred from your heart.” Rakesh said “I had learnt something that Love is very happening and powerful at the same time. Thanks for being my life partner and one more thing, you are very beautiful.”

LIVE STRONG, DIE HARD

“The greater they are, the harder they fall”. A saying often used in daily life and a saying that best sums up the entire Armstrong saga.

Lance Armstrong (born Lance Edward Gunderson; September 18, 1971) was an American icon, a legend. A role model of the old “Never say Die” American spirit. As a cancer patient of I personally know the pain, the trauma, the hardship he must have been through. He was a role model for us cancer patients. He proved that there could be a life for us.  It was no simple reason I chose to go to Live Strong Foundation, his cancer support organization.

When Lance Armstrong celebrated his record-breaking seventh Tour de France title in

2005, he made the following prescient speech: "I'll say to the people who don't believe, the cynics and the skeptics: I'm sorry for you. I'm sorry you don't believe in miracles."

I was basking in the glory of this legend as any fan would. People believed that after he was diagnosed with cancer, it was the end of his career. But boy did they underestimate him.

Of his 7 Tour de France victories only two were won before he was diagnosed with cancer. The rest were won after his comeback. A testatement to the will power and mental strength of the man.

For much of his career, Armstrong faced persistent allegations of doping. Armstrong denied all such allegations until January 2013, often claiming that he never had any positive test in the approximately 600 drug tests he has taken over his cycling career. As a fan I was oblivious to all this nonsense. It is a basic fact about humans: We tend to find solace by thinking or idolizing something or someone in order to feel good about ourselves and to ignore our deficiencies. I idolized Lance Armstrong.

Until 14^th January, 2013. On this day Armstrong publically admitted to have used performance enhancing drugs on a talk show.  Suddenly my whole world crumbled down. I did not know who to believe in anymore. And I knew that these wre not only my sentiments. There were others out there who could understand how I felt.

I still hoped that all this was a joke. His lawyers had declared Usada's report a witch-hunt, a persecution of their client "based largely on axe-grinders, serial perjurers, coerced testimony, sweetheart deals and threat-induced stories". The 1,000 pages of forensic evidence would suggest otherwise. Armstrong acolytes such as myself might scoff at the testimony of self-confessed dopers Tyler Hamilton and Floyd Landis, even if others would not. But the wording of the USADA report shook my belief.

"The USPS Team doping conspiracy," stated chief executive Travis Tygart, "was professionally designed to groom and pressure athletes to use dangerous drugs, to evade detection, to ensure its secrecy and ultimately gain an unfair competitive advantage through superior doping practices."

Armstrong, it was made clear, was not a helpless pawn forced by others to cheat to keep up. He was an instigator, a ring-leader and a pioneer.

My belief in humanity has been shattered. We live in a world of lies, greed and cruelty. And I’m sure there will be may such cases in the future.  The following quote by a certain journalist comes to mind when I think about Lance Armstrong

“Armstrong, a modern-day American icon way beyond the narrow confines of his tainted sport, is accused of not just fixing a race, or a match, or even a season. He has fixed an era. He has doped a nation.”

RAVI KIRAN,

HR,

IBC. 

THE FALL OF HITLER

“Adolf Hitler is probably the last of the great adventurer -conquerors in the tradition of Alexander, Caesar and Napoleon.”

~William L. Shirer.

“It is obvious that the war which Hitler and his accomplices waged was a war not only against Jewish men, women, and children, but also against Jewish religion, Jewish culture, Jewish tradition, therefore Jewish memory.” 

~ Elie Wiesel.

“We should never forget that everything Adolph Hitler did in Germany was "legal" and everything the Hungarian freedom fighters did in Hungary was "illegal." It was "illegal" to aid and comfort a Jew in Hitler's Germany.” 

~Martin Luther King Jr.

   

  

  Adolf Hitler! It is the name that influenced European history the most, the orator who made people forget their work and stand to listen to him relentlessly. And as Elie Wiesel expressed, he waged a war against memory of the Jews! That was legal in his rule! Of course, everything in the world is relative and he constructed a world where being “Hitler” was the only right thing to do! But the self-centered intentions and the hatred for a particular creed turned the person who could be a great ruler to a dictator. He is regarded as one of the cruelest figures, world has ever witnessed. Adolf Hitler lived from April 20, 1889 to April 30, 1945—almost exactly fifty six years. The difference between his first thirty years and the following twenty six years seems to be inexplicable. For thirty years he was an obscure failure, then almost overnight a local celebrity and eventually the man around whom the whole of world policy revolved. Who would expect that the most powerful individual, would end up killing himself! Quoting a famous dialogue, “Madness is like a gravity. All it takes is a little push.” But to make this madman perform such a madness on himself, it did not take a little push. It took the cruelest and most destructive war, the world has ever seen!

   He found an ideology that allowed him to explain his failure and a target for his resentments. It is impossible to explain the precise cause or the exact beginning of Hitler's hatred of the Jews, but it is also clear that anti Semitism was the oxygen of his mental life. It was all too easy to transfer his impotent anger and frustration into race hatred. Once it had crystallized, it remained a permanent and growing feature of his character. He certainly took pains to cover his tracks and obscure his origins. Even in his body language, gestures such as covering his mouth and nostrils, repeatedly while speaking, to obscure facial features he felt to be "Jewish". The famous mustache was designed to draw attention away from his "Jewish" nostrils.

    An inability to form loving ties with anyone corresponding tendency towards manipulation in relationships. This trait of Hitler can well justified by the event when, in 1939 he ordered the complete destruction of the Austrian village of Döllersheim. The tiny village, birthplace of his ancestors, was converted into an artillery range for the army and blasted beyond recognition by guns and mortars. Why did the leader of the Greater German Reich order the obliteration of his father's birthplace and destroy the site of his grandmother's grave? Perhaps Hitler was obsessed with the possibility that he was one quarter Jewish.

   He was decidedly gifted, if one sided, but had difficulty controlling his temper. He was considered intractable and willful, always had to be right and easily flew off the handle, and he clearly found it difficult to accommodate himself to any kind of limits. He demanded unconditional subordination even from his schoolmates.

  There were two enemies, both spreading their roots deep and finally got strong enough to kill Hitler! Where one enemy was the “Rest Of the World”, other was his inner self! Hitler was a symbol! And to destroy that symbol it took 6 years of global war and 26 years of inner war, which slowly and carefully encompassed him, his beliefs and his confidence and finally on April 30^th, 1945, a bullet was shot by the hands of the most powerful mind into the brains of the most powerless man! Hitler shot himself, thus becoming ending an era! 

Chetna Jain,

Event Management,

IBC. 

TECHNOLOGY: CHANGING IT'S "VISION"

                        Through The Google Glasses

It wasn’t a long time ago that new gadgets like smart phones, iPhone and iPad created a wave in technology. And these gadgets don’t come along very often. But if there is anything bold, beyond the horizon and is capable of changing the face of technology, surely it is google glasses (can’t be called glasses because there aren’t any lenses!!).

  These glasses look like a thin strip which is supported on ears and lies along eyebrow line. There is a small transparent block positioned above to the right side of the right eye which, of course, is the screen. On this screen (or a miniature computer) information, entertainment and this being a google product advertisement will be projected. The glasses use android software. These will be equipped with GPS and motion sensors. They will also contain a camera and audio inputs and outputs.

Location information is contemplated to be the major feature of these glasses. For instance, a person looking a landmark could see detailed information and comments left about it by friends and this is done by built-in camera on the glasses. The glasses reach the internet via Wi-Fi or Bluetooth which connects the wireless service on the user’s cell phone. The glasses respond to voice commands given by the user, when he touches the frame or when he moves his head. To record a video the user has to say, “ok, glass, record a video”.

There is humorous aspect to this story also. It will look weird to the onlooker when people are wearing these glasses. The onlooker can’t see what is going on behind the glasses and can only see bizarre body language and people ducking and dodging around virtual things.

The shortcoming of theses glasses is that they are not stylish. And to prevent the fashion faux-pas google is working on a partnership with eyeglasses startup Warby Parker (the company whose website’s home page says sturdy, sensible and sophisticated).

The major issue which people are concerned about is the privacy issue. It is being said that this new technology will make us all agents of google. These glasses will act like video surveillance.  When someone is meeting a person for the first time, for example, Google could hypothetically match the person’s face and tell people how many friends they share in common on social networks!

Google has kept starting price of these glasses at $1500. It launched Google Explorer in which a person interested in buying these had to write an article on If I Had Google Glasses and upload it on twitter. Few lucky ones will be announced the proud owners of these pair of oh-so-awesome glasses by google. So let us wait and watch how well does google fair in capturing people’s minds by these google glasses.

SHRUTI THAKRE,

LITERARY MEMBER,

IBC. 

Writatouille

The Ratatouille of writing, anyone can write.

Can anyone write?

Had I been asked this question two years ago, I would have quickly said a 'no'. When I found myself reading about a writing competition anywhere, I simply would have walked away. I could hear someone inside me saying, "Writing is a talent I don't have. How do these people write? They must be having some spark in them." And today, I feel it is easy to write. I am not here to lecture you guys about how to present an answer you know in your examination. Rather, I would like to speak on how to create an answer out of the key word you heard just before you entered the hall. Yes, anyone can write. Given, you have something you desperately want to tell about. And the misinterpretation of it would be, “I desperately want to express, but I don't have something to". Instead, "I desperately have to express this thing, don't know how" would do. Write.

When and where to write?

"Time and place don’t seem to matter, but in reality they are fatter. Write when and where you feel or know, for around the seeds the plants do grow." an amateur writer waits for the moment to take over, the right emotion blending in thoughts. And he upgrades into a professional then when he takes over the moment and changes his mood accordingly. You must have observed if you ever tried, that there is a defined period of time over which the spark inside you remains lit. A similar logic can show why you need your surroundings to support the situation. Write where you feel it, when you feel it. A calm chilling night serves most of the ideas, given that your emotions are right.

How to write?

This question needed a precise answer when I started writing. You don't need Wren & Martin or the Oxford beasts to be on your table always. Given the audience, a work is expected to be written in a way so that the writer's message is easily and aptly conveyed. It is not about writing great words or long paragraphs, it is about writing exactly in a way your reader likes it. Much like not offering a great recipe to Mr. Ego but giving him the dish he was most connected to. And more important, write it in a way you like, because that is when the imprints of a given thought can be made clearly on a reader's mind. The choice of vocabulary and the expression of a thought prove influential in succeeding as a writer, next only to the fact that your dear reader is feeling, knowing and understanding what you want him to.

What to write about?

"The simple blue sky, the crushed blue tie, everything has a right, if you wish to write." it depends on what you want to convey, what is to be said to the audience, what you want them to feel as they read your work. To start with, choose something that is really close to you, choose your experiences. Then in stages, you can feel yourself moving on to write what you want your dear readers to know, then writing what your audiences want to know, and so on. The emotion is the mother of all writing. Write what you rightly feel and there you end up penning the greatest works. Often, it so happens that what to write gets decided when you experience it. And to be more precise, you need to feel something to your heart when you put it on a paper.

More things you need to know...

Being biased is humane. If you are speaking about anything socially active and common, make sure you will be comforted reading your thing even after years your write. And that you won't regret your choice today.

Critics are always there, anywhere and probably everywhere. So, be ready for them. There are people who say you don't deserve to be one, or that what you say is wrong. Just sing "haters gonna hate" loud.

What I write is my wish. For whom I do is my wish again. It's my life, my writing, my rules. Never care about what someone thinks, not even the one whom you are commenting about even.

It is the same for any art of expression, not just to write. Sing your notes, write your words, act your skits. Like no two people are alike, so are your expressions and ways of putting them. You are unique and so is your art.

Understand that you write what you wish to read. And make sure it happens. Have a happy write.

YRK Srivatsa,
3rd year,
Mech.