Monday, April 18, 2011

Corruption in India

Tomorrow is my paper on financial crime and I have questions that we have discussed over and over in class and I wonder what others here think about it.

1. Do you think corruption is culture sensitive?
1.1 If yes, then has corruption become a part of the Indian culture?
2. Does religion have anything to do with corruption? I don't mean a particular religion being more corrupt but rather a religious person being more corrupt than a non- religious?
2.1 Is religion just a cover for our black/dirty money? Think Tirupati and the crores spent there.
3. Would increasing the salaries of our public servants solve the problem of corruption? Are they underpaid? Is that the cause of our corruption?
4. What is the best solution for corruption?
5. Can corruption ever be totally and completely eradicated?

Let me know what you think. I will try and compile replies in a post soon along with what I think.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

10 days to home.

Yes, finally, officially, the countdown begins to go home. FOR TWO WHOLE MONTHS. Wheeee.

My tickets are booked for 27th night. And I have an exam till 5pm on 27th so I have go to uni with all my baggage. That is not going to be fun. Well, that means I have to start packing now. Because there is just so much to take. I don't know what to take and what to leave behind.

Arrrgh. Home beckons. Just have to get through this final hurdle of exams and then, Bbay, here I come. Wheeee!

Wednesday, April 13, 2011


That feeling when you crib and crib to your parents for something you want.
That feeling when you know you deserve something but just can't have it.
That feeling when you are down and beaten.
That feeling when you know you deserve better.
That feeling when you know your boss is  a douche.
That feeling when you know you could make things right.
That feeling when you decide to makes things right.
That feeling when you break free and decide to fly.

Friday, April 01, 2011

The girl with the book.

"It has been a while since I have been here," he said.
"I see," she replied, not looking up from the book she was reading, knowing very well where all this was going.
"It is loud in here, isn't it?" he asked, not giving up.
"What do you expect in a pub?"
"I definitely wasn't expecting a girl to be reading."
"We are quite persuasive, aren't we?"
"I would call myself, hopeful. As as Hume says, 'A propensity to hope and joy is real riches; one to fear and sorrow real poverty.'"
She smiled, as she put down her book.

(Boy o boy, I am a little rusty with the writing bit)

Written for 3WW : Loud, Persuasive, Riches.