Dat 7th Class Incident...
"U noe Weneva i see ne1 teasin gals or get teased. That caligraphy teacher's face comes into my mind. Huh. In fact he has ruined my life i see ne guy looking at me i get so intimidated like y o y is he looking at me Huh" I got this message a few hours ago, sent by my best friend. Yes, it did stir up memory that been buried deep down in my mind, consciously. This anecdote is of the time i was in the 7th class . Some well known personality had come to our school to teach us all calligraphy...In which bamboo ticks and ink are used for writing. I guess a room had been arranged...yes it was the room behind old auditorium...a large number of benches had been put...i remember me n

Inner party democracy, anyone?
Hi all,We always pride ourselves with the fact that we are the world's largest democracy. Every five years when we go out to vote, we leave the rest of the world in awe. We make them wonder how such a staggering exercise is being conducted without major hiccups. The statistics alone is sufficient to rattle any planner and put him/her out of sleep for days.For all the chest beating that we indulge in, there is a darker side to our democracy that we usually don't visit that often and would certainly like to keep it under the wraps from prying outsiders' eyes. Probably you would have guessed what I am talking about right now.Inner party democracy has not bee