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The antics of the higher education department

The slumbering higher education department of Karnataka has woken up with a jolt to the noble cause of inculcating patriotic sentiments in the college-going students and teachers of the city and neighboring districts. To this end, it has issued a circular directing mandatory attendance of all students and faculty of colleges in and around Bangalore at Palace Grounds today to attend an anti-terrorism rally! Those failing to attend have been promised strict action. Call it a democracy of coercion! Around 25,000 are expected to attend.  The degree to which traffic across the city will be thrown out-of-gear is unfathomable. I’m even getting SMSes from Bangalore Police to avoid certain roads.

What the hell were the organizers thinking? What will be achieved by those attending the rally braving the scorching heat? A few wannabe terrorists will suddenly be cleansed of sinister intent and choose to become great apostles of peace? Motivational talks by rotten politicians will launch a thousand careers in non-violence? Students will learn the art of unarmed combat? Night-vision cameras will help pupils moonlight as neighborhood guards? Terrorists from across the border will panic and run amok? Osama will embrace the Gita?

Wanna learn how to waste your life? India welcomes you!

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Anonymous said…
It had been a long time since i visited ur blog.. and I guess ur blogs have started being good read again.. now what's the reason Mr. Deep
~Rakesh
Deepanjan said…
A creative surge...before hitting writer's block yet again! It happens from time to time.

Thanks for revisiting!

;)

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