INDIA’S FADING POLITY

And a sublime land .. raised rage beyond age and years .. never knew land is divided .. never knew divided is God

There exists one Supreme Power. Or NOT! The quest to search an answer for it is still on. Many minds
pondered over it, many beliefs came into being. Everyone thought their own way and gave their own
views. As a result today we all stand divided with the bars of religion. Religion was once supposedly
related to peace and brotherhood.

But this very religion has been the root cause of the various riots, bloodshed and terrorism. And that
makes us feel victorious in terms of superiority over other communities. But is this how victory is
defined by the religion? How long do we continue to stain our hands with blood in the name of religion?
INDIA-A country which is an epitome of sanctity in terms of religion, holds her head high enough to
present the rich heritage it has bequeathed since the ages. But, today the contradiction stands on the
word- ‘is’.

Ayodhya -“Ram Janmabhoomi”...A place which stands rich in the history of religion. A belief that Lord
Rama was supposedly born here...So very genuinely this mythological fact stands significant in the
hearts of all the Hindus. The tension started with the Mughal emperor Babar, who entered India after
defeating Hindu King Rana Sangram Singh in 1527. Babar made his general Mir Banki in-charge of the
area. Banki visited Ayodhya in 1528 and reportedly built a mosque destroying a Hindu Temple. The first
Hindu-Muslim riot broke out over the issue in 1853 during British rule. Following the clashes, the then
British government erected fences around the place to divide the Hindu-Muslim worship area. Muslims
were allowed to offer prayers in the inner part of the mosque and Hindus to worship at the outer side
of the disputed construction. Being a Hindu Majority capital, some fanatics like the members of Vishwa
Hindu Parishad, members of Sangh Parivar, RSS’s were bewildered to see the mosque and they took it
as an insult towards the piece of land and their sentiments towards the place. So on December 6, 1992;
with the principal and tangible goal to demolish the mosque, it was brought down by a mob of Hindu
Extremists. The building of Rama temple in place of it was not the chief aim, the motif of it was brought
in only to mobilize support, which redefined Indian nationhood as “Hindutva”. The Ayodhya Movement
which was totally communal created a rage among both the religious communities killing about 2000
people.

It was a political movement, and not one of faith but it was manipulated by faith to sub serve its
political goals. It was a rupture in the evolution of India’s polity. The state failed to live up to the
constitutional promise. India speaks high of having the biggest constitution in the world-democratic,
secularist, republic. It claims to be transparent for all, but today, that transparency has faded its way
in the name of religion. Political parties have become opportunistically communal; their thoughts are
befuddled by the patronage of one party over the other and they represent a country which doesn’t
follow a robust democracy. The political leaders have always neglected the clear thought and vision
for the country. The question of moving to build a mosque at the site or to remove the Ram idols being
worshipped in a makeshift temple doesn’t put someone’s faith at stake. What stand at stake is our

democratic policies and the level of their maturity.

Now, this stands as a 60 year long case, whose verdict is yet to be announced on 28th of September,
2010. It's all boots on the ground in Uttar Pradesh. Over a lakh uniformed men have been brought in
to police every corner of Ayodhya, Faizabad, Lucknow and 19 other sensitive areas in the state. Not
wanting to take any chances, the Mayawati government has banned all peace – protest rallies and the
distribution of sweets, post the verdict. Entry into the premises of the Lucknow High Court where the
verdict will be delivered has been restricted – the registrar has asked lawyers who don't have a case
on 28th, not to come to court. Not just that, security for the three judges who will read out the historic
Babri verdict has been doubled.

Should the Muslims hand over the land for the temple to be built? Or they should fight for their religious
sentiments which have been hurt by the bringing down of the mosque? Or they should fight for the fact
that they stand out as minorities in *‘Hindu’stan*? Or Hindus are completely justified in their act? Or the
issue stands on the fact that what is prior-Politics or Faith? …Who stands right is very difficult to decide.
The cause of the pandemonium has been due to the unrefined and crude behavior of the parties in their
own interest.

Now, we as the onlookers can just comment a few words on this matter but can’t really look upon for
a decision. The only hope we can stand on, is that, the matter is solved amicably whichever way the
verdict goes.

By - Devansshee Deepak and Vidhi Gupta

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARU AND SALONI !

And here comes the much awaited birthday of Charu and Saloni !
They say artists are humble by heart and dreamy in nature .. and we all truly will agree to this once we meet these two people.

Saloni being the one with amazing creativity and zeal . With a sweet voice she makes the work easy , fast and colourful !

while

Charu being the happy go lucky creative person ! She loves acting lazy , but it never shows in her work ;)

So here's wishing them a wonderful year this year ! Their ideas help Enginium gain presence !

Battle Every Day !

CLOCK v/s I - A BATTLE EVERYDAY
  Day: everyday 
  Place : Hostel 12s1,room no.125,mits


Time : 07:30a.m.   
Alarm went off, but how can somebody expect from a nocturnal creature, in her deepest non-lucid dreams  to hear it , but in an unconscious state she puts the alarm on snooze. After 10 minutes, as instructed to it, the alarm starts shouting again but poor thing does not know, there is no one to take care of it's throat and is put on snooze again. This sequence of activity is repeated and then enters a girl with a bucket in her hand saying or rather scolding, "abhi tak soyi hai, college nahi jaana kya?". Innocent creature cozy in her bed suddenly takes notice, comes back to the earth and looks at clock -"oh my god! its 8:00". and now the story of "Struggling everyday" starts.

Analysis of situation : 
OPTION I) 10 minutes if stomach is to be taken care of .
OPTION II) 20 minutes if cleanliness of body is to be taken care of which remained heedless for past 2 days


Road map for option I(if chosen) – Brush the teeth, change and run for mess. 
Possible ramifications: 1) Its 8:19 and able to reach mess and got entry


Pros: Have the pleasure to have breakfast
Cons: Late by 10 min for class, par itna to chalta hai after all its 1 hour lecture and missing                                      10 min, not a big deal.  
                       
OR


2) Its 8:21, and again arguing with the man in black and white, who  keeps a watch at mess’s door,  that its 8:20 and I have right to go in but that Khadoos man will say a big “NO”, and will add to it a piece of suggestion ,“if you want to have breakfast, maintain time” ,leaving me miffed. So, the final resort is to call some day-ski friend and ask her to bring something for my appetite’s sake if she has not left for class which is rarity.

Pros: will reach class at time

Cons: making my stomach think that my throat has been cut. 

Road map for option II (if resorted) - 
Brush the teeth, take bath and run for class


This option is implicitly implying and will make sure that I famish severely for at least semi-quarter of the day making it an inevitable disadvantage.
Possible ramifications: 1) managed to come out of bathroom in time and able to reach class on acceptable time.
            Pros: 
     1) Though not de-jure but its de-facto and accepted to be in class by 8:40 as already explained above.
            OR
    2) Ghost of excessive cleanliness overpowered my mind and when I am out (of bathroom) its already 40 min past 8:00.
     Now this is the ramification that requires very intelligent analysis, indecent haste and excessive valour.
    First Analysis: should I try for class or its better to jump in directly during the next class.
    Indecent haste: indecent haste, if decision is that I should try for class. As you must have noticed this is the fundamental requirement of my life but in some cases becomes more fundamental. So, you can always find somebody scuttling through Mody streets with an umbrella in one hand and managing her hair with other and yes not to forget managing a bag with entangled straps on one of the shoulders.
  
    Second analysis: This requirement arises when suddenly my conscious opens its eyes and I face attack of penitence and embarrassment. When standing outside the class you look at teacher who is deeply emerged in teaching his/her attentive pupils with innovative pedagogical methods. Will it be ok to disturb him? Depending on what my vivek permits during that hour of clock, I take action. If disturbing is out of the option then library is a beautiful place to have forty winks. Otherwise, you require something which is very rare to find, excessive valour.  
  
Excessive valour: There are times when you must decide and take the bull by horns. Asking, ”May I come in sir/ma’am” at 8:50 for the class which starts at 8:30. is work of no coward. and even if serendipitously peon has left open another door (back of the class), it also requires enough intrepidity to enter when lecturer is busy scribbling something on board and sit quietly on the last bench. Because   you never know when a lecturer’s sharp ear catches the khusur - pusur created in the class with an entry in such a bizarre way, though my classmates have now acknowledged this and hardly make any sound but a thief always fears no matter how sneaky he is.  Often, in such cases people fear when I sit besides them for the obvious reason and I am asked to change my place. 
    This struggling with time also sometimes proves to be a blessing in disguise when I find that when I reach 20 minutes late, class starts 25 min late, and when I happen to be an hour late class starts  65 min late (3 hours TIME class) and then when my friends say “what did you do? This, cant be coincidence”, it is enough to tickle me all pink and making me feel fortunate and strengthening my firm belief in Him that He understands that this recurrent process of ‘being late’ is absolutely non intentional with no fault of mine and I try my level best to win this battle struggling hard against the clock but as I am not so experienced as clock, which is practicing since so many centuries, so it is verily discernible who faces the defeat.
    Vote of thanks- To my readers to bear my rambling on the topic, and my friends, acquaintances, lecturers for forbearing my tardiness.

    Prerna Daga
    IV year
   

   

BLOG STAR OF THE MONTH CONTEST!

There was a wish I lately had
To capture my world in pieces
Of joy and laughter
And silence when I ponder
All my world , in the album that I have!


And we have the next blogstar contest ! And guessed rightly , it concerns with one thing everyone loves to do - PHOTOGRAPHY !


All you have to do , is capture the most beautiful thing in the campus according to you , in your style !
And send it to enginium2011@gmail.com by the end of this month !

As they rightly say
There are always two people in every picture:  the photographer and the viewer.  ~Ansel Adams

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIHARIKA !

 

 

 

Splashing the colour...red  blue and green...Here is our Darling birthday girl niharika....

People say blacks whites and greys..are colours forever...but how can life be always so monotonous and formal

 niharika..has sprinkled various flavours and contrasts to our lives... Brushing her thoughts and visions ,she has added tadka to our fine write ups

Luv you nikarika..keep smiling and keep splashig :)

 

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPRIHA !

And this new babe in the woods is always into great spirit and enthusiasm to take up things as they come her way . Experiments with new things is what she loves to do !
And is one of the favourites of her coordinator ;)

Always ready to take up work .. Fun loving .. Smart .. And dedicated !

Wishing SPRIHA a very Happy Birthday !!
Its your day !
We hope our wish does the works ;)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRITI !!

Clickkss....Clickksss ..and some more clickkks.....no you neither need to flash your teeth..nor

do you need to horde around with an autograoh notebook...coz its time to Get the ‘girl behind

the camera’ ..On The Front...Shake and waggle..Its Birthday..of our super photographer Kriti!!!!

...Moments drawn are incomplete unless we frame them....capturing instants of each enginium

member ..she makes sure that by end of each year we have a series of snaps to rewind our happy

enginium days

We All wish you a very very happy birthday...

ENJOY..click click

TEAM OF THE MONTH IS HERE!!!!

The end of the first month and we witnessed a lot. First of all a very warm welcome to all the new members. For us you all form our DREAM TEAM!

We could see every coordinator bragging about each one of you. Proud they are. Help them cherish this feel all year through . 

Another word of thanks goes to our dear 4th year . They helped us sail through this sea task all this month. We have no complains ! :))

Coming to the point ! 

Here's a credit post !

To the entire zeal of Enginium !

But priorly to the team that worked the most ... 

CONGRATULATIONS CREATIVE TEAM...

You are the team of the month for august !!

Keep Up!!!

And Other's ..

BucK Up after congratulating them :)

Love 

Editors

Blogger of the Month is here! Congratulations!!

We are proud to declare that Aveesha Sharma has been chosen as the Blogger of the Month by Enginium for the month of August .

The post below which has been written by this young girl has been highly appreciated by all the members and we all wish to congratulate her for having come up with such a beautifully written piece. It shows deep emotions and is beaded with the most beautiful and apt words. 

Well done Aveesha!! Keep it up!!

Write to us at enginium2011@gmail.com to grab the title of the next BLOGGER OF THE MONTH!! HURRY!!

Words Which Never Got Mouth

I wake up and make it through the day ignoring it. But at the end of the day I have to face the fact that she's going away and I have no chance to see her for another year.The girl who has been my confidante. She's moving to Los Angeles for higher studies. She got accepted at University of California. I know I should be happy, I am too. So proud of her. I mean..its's UCLA!!!! But I am not at all happy that she would be moving to a different time zone (we would talk less), she would meet new people, get involved in different clubs than me and eventually lead a life of which I'm no more a part. Not that I have been, atleast for the past two years. But of course, she was always a call away. It was comforting.

I am speaking about my friend..my best friend or the word "soul sister" would be more appropriate. We first met 5 years back. She was a fresher in our school, grade 9. We hit it off instantly. It was like having met a mirror..just a non identical clone..clone of the soul. Our way of thinking and way of perception was similar beyond belief. There was no reason we wouldn't be the best of chums. We even looked similar in some ways, though she is way too beautiful than me. Two years spent with her are probably the best years of my life. All we needed to enjoy was each other and our ability to speak. The world didn't matter anymore. We talked about anything and everything. There isn't a topics under the sun that we haven't talked about. We became close overtime. Like friends who could complete each other's sentences, know what's in their heart by just looking in the eyes, who understand perfectly.
Unfortunately I had to shift towns and that came as a blow to both of us. All the times spent together, all the nights we spent together glued to the phone talking nonsense, it would all come to a standstill. That would be because we wouldn't share the same world. Universes apart. Initially everything remained almost the same (including our phone bills) but eventually the spark faded away. People say that if we reached such a state, we were never that good friends. But I know better. Life just got in the way.
I missed her everyday since I saw her last. Thought about her daily. She has been my inspiration since ever.I met her after two years after leaving town. And things were different. We didn't flop on her bed like we used to. We sat in the guest room sedately. I was never a guest at her home before, I was always a part of it.Her room wasn't the same. New furnishings. It wasn't our den anymore. And it stung to know that probably it's someone else's den now. And then it was time to say goodbye again. Awkwardeness in the air. The hug was not the way it used to be. And of all of these new and strange things make me want to go back to the times we shared earlier.
Like I used to write for her. Oh yes..I wrote a lot on her. The first verse that I wrote for her made her cry.
There's this girl, my real friend
Who's laughter never ends
She goes on and on, never revealing
All her deepest, bitter feelings
I wish I was her
In hiding my emotions
Something I couldn't achieve
After all my devotion
She's my life, my world
My very soul
There's something about her
Which isn't there in all
Yet she's not the same as she was
She has just ..changed a lot
I remember when we first met
She was so cute, such a pet
All her innocence is now gone
As if she's wearing a mask on
But underneath this new girl
I still find the person I knew
The very same person
Who became so grotesque
It's her life, she's free
But she has always been there for me
Her position in my life
Cannot be replaced
My love for her
Cannot be displaced
To her, I would like to convey
Thank you, for all the smiles you have given to me
And remember, I'll be there for you, eternally...
I know it wasn't that great. I was 15 when I wrote that. I hope it remains it special to her. Because I want to remember her the way I knew her. And even though she has changed so much, what soothes my soul is the memory of "old -her". I remember her so distinctly...
The way you move in your sleep
The way you look before you leap
The deep illusion that you keep
You never knew, but i was noticing
The shimmer in your eye when it twinkles
The way your nose crinkles
The way your uniform always had wrinkles
You never knew, but i was noticing
Your hands that look so dinky
Your mood swings, so cranky
The jerk of your ponytail, so jaunty
You never knew, but i was noticing
The way you laughed all around
The way you threw things on the ground
The way you looked when you were spell bound
You never knew, but i was noticing
The way your lips twitched when you were about to cry
The way your hair looked when they weren't dry
The way you lazed around, not ready to try
You never knew, but i was noticing
The way you hated to stand in a row
The way you curved your eyebrow
The way you complained that people grow
You never knew, but i was noticing
The way you hated to eat red
The way you always flopped on your bed
I remember the way you bled
You never knew, but i was noticing
And now probably you've forgotten the places you haunted
But I hope you get everything you wanted
I wish your every wish is granted
'Cuz you never know, I might be missing.

After all the hard times our friendship has gone through, we both know that we are still bound to each other, still connected in our most vulnerable states..and there's one thing I know for sure..she's one person I'll never get over in my life...

 

Written by Aveesha Sharma, CSE-I year

“Mehangai Daayan Khaaye Jaat hai”

“Listen friend, my husband earns too much but this price rise which is a witch craft eats too much.” This song is the social and political system of our nation and a war on the current inflation and high prices of all general and daily use commodities. But the Government could not see the fuss of the people hassling about the price rise, but they are more alarmed at whom did BJP portray as the ‘mehangai dayan’ ! Was this pointed to Sonia Gandhi? Yeah, they got a fresh theme to argue upon!! Inflation..... Will it fly to the boundaries of the common man’s income, or will it suppress the expectations of a living desire created by the almighty, or will it steal the smile of longings of the masses? In Economics it is ‘inflation’, but the bottom one-third of the country’s one billion plus population know it in terms of starvation, need, distress or scarcity. Over the last seven months, food inflation has ranged between 13% and 20%. India is such a compassionate country that it exports its food products and itself borrows the same from Burma. Why should not the farmers commit suicide when they only get 1/3rd of the price paid by the consumers? Where is the rest of the cash? Traders and market manipulators are the real slayers of the farmers. The basic requirements are at threat. Education, investments, real-estates, travel, medicines, luxuries have no doubt seen the skies. Many retired people do not keep up with increases in the price level. They feel the world upside down and inside out in terms of economy. Money lenders are at loss. Prices tomorrow will be higher than they are now, in this consideration people spend more and more on even items like jewellery which does not help in the economic growth of the nation. The Indian ‘rupaya’ is going hotter day by day, which certainly shows the economic development and the rising of standard of living in the society but the heat is paralyzing the normal lives. Food tax, road tax, water tax, bank tax, transfer tax, consumption tax, toll etcetera. Were these less that we are again demanded for an ‘income tax’?? Guys, why don’t you ask for an air tax? Or a writing tax will be better! Huh! So now, where does our tax go? Mind that it is the sweat of the common folks. Did you hear “The Union cabinet has cleared a 200 per cent hike in salaries and allowances of our MPs, but they aren't happy!” They need just a one rupee extra than the salary of the highest paid bureaucrats, just one rupee extra not more. Don’t they even know that those highly paid civilians have cleared their IAS entrance exams and after a long job experience, have reached that place? How would they? Everybody knows what is the educational qualification of an MP?


Some facts:

1) Today, out of 543 MPs in Lok Sabha, 315 are crorepatis.

2) The cost-to-country of each of our MPs is 68 times what an average Indian makes. In comparison, lawmakers in Singapore, Japan and Italy respectively cost their countries four times, six times and seven times what the average citizen in each of those countries earns.

3) The number of days they actually work in Parliament are barely 60 in a year.

4) 150 MPs elected last year have criminal cases against them.

5) There are also allowances to wash curtains and sofa covers and a rather funny allowance of Rs 1,000 per day to attend Parliament!!

Well, what does this relate to the misery of people by price rise? It does. What do you think, where does money come to our rulers to shell out these undeserved people? Yes, it is our tax, our salaried income that adds to their luxury! In the middle group, where inflation rises by 10%, income grows by 3%. And in some groups, incomes do not rise at all! And our leaders, still not satisfied? This ‘witch’ does not keep room for savings, and by discouraging savings, inflation can harm economy. Economy needs a supply of saving to provide the funds for people and businesses to borrow so that they can invest in the things that help the economy grow. But who cares?