My Dear Diary

My Dear Diary,

As you know I love to meet people, and entered the classroom hoping to make everyone smile. But as I stepped in, I saw a dull tension all over. The long-awaited results had been announced. Everyone, except the topper, was disappointed, as was I. The day seemed to drag rather slow, but finally did come to an end.

On the way back home, my mind juggled a hundred negative thoughts, like was it worth working so hard? Putting them aside, I stopped to buy some fruit. As I was deciding on what to pick, I noticed a child sitting behind the stall, trying to read from a torn piece of newspaper.

I asked what he was trying to do, and he told me he was practicing his reading. He was in Class 3 when his studies were interrupted because of the family's financial troubles. Now he worked as a salesman at the fruit shop during day, and worked on his reading skills by night, practising with whatever written material he could lay his hands on. And who taught him? He said it was a neighbourhood boy of Class 5, who also studied at night. Our fruit-selling friend sat up with him to snatch whatever bits of knowledge he could.

After he weighed and packed what I needed, I asked the boy how much I had to pay. Ma’am Rs 197, he said, promptly. Not sure if the sum was right, I calculated myself to crosscheck. The boy was absolutely right. I asked him what else he knew in mathematics, and he showed his subtraction abilities too. The balance from the Rs 500 note I handed him would be Rs 303, he said.

I left the place with a smile, a smile of contentment with my own life. A few hours ago, I was disappointed at my performance in certain papers. But seeing the enthusiasm of that child, I realised what I had in life, rather than what I lacked. While I was moping over a “dissatisfactory” result, this child was experiencing success in even being able to read from a scrap of paper.

How lucky I was to get an education, to be able to express my feelings far better than the millions who couldn't even read or write. While I had all the resources, that child was struggling between responsibility and choice.

Indian Sportsmanship

It is surely a dash of sherry that we won ‘Cricket World Cup’ after such a long gap of 28 years. A great applaud for captain of Indian Cricket team Mahendra Singh Dhoni and his whole team. But is anyone aware that recently our sportsman ‘Sanjeev Rajput’ won a gold in ‘Shooting World Cup’.

In a country like India where love for cricket is in veins of every being, have anyone noticed that even sports persons of other fields has dedicated their whole life for the sake of country and its name and fame? Cricketers are presented with lakhs and crores of cash prizes for winning even a single innings while at other end the other sports persons gain no credit ever, even if they perform wonders at any level. Can anyone explain this discrimination?

We have a recent case of an Indian athlete – Arunima Sinha alias Sonu, who lost her leg in an accident and have been offered a pitiable sum of money by Indian government, for giving her life for country, which will not even incur her the cost of her treatment. Or we can take example of the government of Punjab that if we talk of development, it has no money to spend but it has crores to distribute as prize to our crickers Yuvraj Singh and Harbhajan Singh.

I am just trying to raise a single question here that while selecting members of any team we don’t discriminate on the basis of caste and creed, how can we discriminate on the basis of anyone’s talents? Have we forgotten that every person has their own calling? Or like academic race – of all being ‘doctors’ and ‘engineers’, every sportsperson should be a cricketer?

An experience - bad brings good with it!!

Today we (my classmates & me) went to see production houses of AIR and Chardikla Time TV. My so called friends (classmates) are so good people that they didn't even bothered if anyone else exists or not. I was really upset till  the time i came back home, but after some time i realized that its me who is expecting a lot from people around me and not them. Introspection is an important aspect of human life these days and i think its high time for me to do it once more all over again.

I was upset because i was comparing this expedition with my graduation days and that time friends. At that time we used to go around places, in and as a group. We used to care a lot for each other. A college time hatred was also changed in trip time fun. But today it was completely opposite for me. And it took time for me to come over it. But now i have understood that i m at that point of age where nobody will stand by me leaving behind my ownself.

So on a bind up note, i would say that today was a bad day, but at the same time, a good experience about university life. I hopefully, will acquire its upbringing sooner or later.

Female Foeticide

it is a menace to the society of so called well educated people. these days this practice is done by literate n urban people more than rural n unaware people. child is god's own essence n we as human beings have no right to kill someones right of existence.