As humans, we're a filthy race. I'd rather be called all sorts of animal, than a human being. We're lower than the dirt that sticks to a snake s belly. Far lower than that.

Against every instinct of self preservation I picked up today s newspaper. For the 1500091 st time, I was disappointed. Again. This time, it was an article on child abuse. These abusers even have fancy names and abbreviations- TSO s. Travelling Sex Offenders.

There's also CSA s and Bastards, and Filth- Of- The- Earth. And other s too, I'm only too much of a lady to write any of them down. But believe you me, the names are all in my head. One for each of the 400,000 children that are abused each year. One for each and every piece of shit that does it, and each and every piece of shit that lets it happen- if you aren't already burning in hell, you will. Soon.

The best part of the article was where we boast of how paedophile s from countries like Thailand and Sri Lanka are "deflecting" towards India, 'cuz of the laxity of the laws here. Oh Joy!

What pisses me off to no end is the fact that we know this is happening, we even- in a LOT of cases- know WHERE it is happening and HOW; but guess what? We do nothing 'cuz there aint no laws about this in our constitution. In fact, the word paedophile is non existent. Though I find a few hours of dreamless sleep every 2nd night of the week, because I know that there are a few bills pending in the parliament on this issue. Double joy!

Damn all this corruption, and damn all that that we call "humane". Damn each and every one of the filth that runs this country and any other countrys', that is so bleddy busy in satisfying the people and the organisations that helped get them into power, that they stamp and tread on the most innocent of the world.

I'd damn all the people at the lower level who are weak enough to give into such forces, but I can't. This is where I damn the fact that we aren't just robots, and actually have feelings.

A time will come when all this will end. A time will come when all this filth will get exactly what they deserve. Anything built on such a foundation, will have to fall down. And even if I single handedly have to bring it down, I will. Fact of the matter is, I'm not going down until I drag as many people with me as possible.

Aah yes, debates on how to take India to whole new level. How to bring it to the fore front. How to increase the gdp, cash flow, blah blah blah. Why whatever is happening is happening. How to correct it. Nation wide debates, mind you. All the big people.

There seems to be so much... evil? around these days. You flip to a news channel, and if it's not the advertisements that are hitting you in the face, it's some serial killer or rapist or some other sick doug. Otherwise they're doing these special reports on how doctors cheat, ration shops charging thrice the amount they should, the unemployed, the cheated - jezus! If you know where things are going wrong, why isn't someone doing anything to correct it!!??

What use are these debates and shows, really, if the people like the PM and the president are too busy to watch them and try and implement the ideas put forward. 'Cuz most often than not, we the people, have it all figured out. So, where does the distance narrow?

You know what's funny? No you don't know what's funny, which is why I'm going to tell you whats funny. Only, it's not the ha-ha type funny, it's more the ha! type funny. All these big people, multinational CEO's, general secretaries and some more multinational CEO's come together and talk with such passion about what they're doing. How they're helping the nation, in more ways than one. They're so smart - they stand straight or they sit upright and they talk so well. They talk with such passion. It's like a dream come true watching them - they like what they're doing. And they're doing what they are doing, the right way. And they really are, believe you me. Fun part is, that they all hold non governmental posts.

The 500 MLA s or so who run this country - wear white lungi s, bathe in their underwear in the Ganga on national television, spit pan on the roads even in front of the cameras, talk only when they bullshit the opposition, and take turns to appear in the national dailies for some sort of a scandal EVERY DAY.

I'm not saying that you need to be wearing a 5000 bucks suit or use grammatically correct english to be able to run the country well or do some good, but seriously - the people doing all this, seem to be doing more than all these "countrymen" all put together are.

The saying used to be If not you, then someone else! I've reached a point where, pompous as it might seem, it's If not me, then who the fuck else?!

Blah.

It's THAT time of the year again. To get all misty eyed when you hear the strains of aye mere wattan ke logon. To feel goosebumps on your arms when you see the parade. To feel your chest broaden with pride, the involuntary squaring of your shoulders and the sudden realization of the presence of a back bone. A vertebral column. To feel the butterflies in your stomach take flight, as you see a ray of hope. A silver lining.

And to reinforce the feeling, to capture it, you attempt to exercise those rusty vocal chords. Not letting the intial croak stop you, owing to the new found sense of belief and hope, with full fervor you join in, giving ...pura hai vishwaas, hum honge kamiyaab ek din... an absolutely new dimension.

To the start of another era of this republic, I ask you all to join me and raise your glasses.

Orange juice but of course.

I hate it when this happens. Too much feeling and too many thoughts, but no words. I know i know.. there's a time. I accept it too.

What I hate is, that i seem to be the only one getting goose bumps on even an Airtel add.I was stuck to the television on the 15th, watching all, and i mean ALL, the special programs on India. I cry every time Lata ji or Sunidhi Chauhan sings Aey mere watan ke logon. My head goes up and my shoulders straighten themselves out when I hear of even the smallest addition to our honor roll. I love to see my uncles/cousins in their uniforms... it fills me with pride. I hear of stories of these brave men have to tell us, and I cry for their losses. I love and ardently watch Left Right Left for two reasons: the title song is awesome, out of the world, and I love the theme.

And all this foolishly makes me think I can one day, somehow, make a differnce. Shake up all these people who are suppose to be running the country, and show them where they are going wrong. That... well, you'd think I'd have learnt by now na?

Don't you dare be shaking your head and saying "She's nuts". Oh I might be nuts, but I'm glad I am. What worries me more than the fact that one day I am face disappointment, is that people give up without trying. I've been knocked down a million times. But thanks to these few people in my life, I'm up and ready to go all over again. Some people call it being stubborn, other's call it idiotic. Since I tread down the same path again and again, but hey... Until I get what I want, I'm not stopping. And neither should you.

Okay so, half the population is corrupt. So what? That doesn't mean you have to be one of them... They say.. it's so easy to be a part of the crowd, what takes effort is to be able to stand out. It's one of those few things that my ma's tried to drive into my head, and has succeded in. Am I glad!!

On a more serious note.. exams start timaro!!! *groan* I've reached a point in my life where my attention span is exactly 20 minutes. For a math text book, mind you.. don't go trashing my name!! Oh and about the previous post... I was just writing to share a laugh on the "funny" part of my trip to the doc, I wasn't looking for pity or anything. Thankus for all your wishes, I'm overwhelmed. Seriously. I'm okay with it... or at least am trying to be, for all the help I'm getting from people around me. And if any of you happen to be reading this, I understand where you stand!! Thankus.

Okie, me go. And though kinda belated, Happy Independence Day!!! Oh sure we have our faults... but we'll figure out our ways in the end. Proud to be an Indian.

Yours forever sthupitly.

I was watching yet another very interesting episode of The Big Fight... when I realised that the questions I had, say, two years ago, as a minor at 16 years of age.. I still have, at 18 years of age.

What is a democracy?
From what I have been taught, since I learnt how to write and walk, is that a democratic government is one that is of the people, for the people, and by the people. As of now, I understand that it is a government formed by people who are illiterate, of the people who wish to earn easy money and enjoy being in power and for no one. Basically, it is all a sham.

People who run for elections win votes by promising people land and television sets. They win too.. because the people who vote are people who can be won by such empty promises. Empty, why? A leader, here in Tamil Nadu, promised a TV set to every person in this state. 12 million families in this state. Production of television sets in India is 10 million. Ahem.

People who have little sense and actually fell for that promise might have read this. After reading this, they might have come back to their senses. After coming back to their senses, they still sit at home, while the people who have no sense go and cast their votes.

But, it's a democratic country, and we are free people.

How old ARE we?
We need people to hit us on our rears to bring us to our senses. But aren't we free people? Doesn't that mean we can do what we want, when we want and how we want?

Who are these people who can hit us and bring us on track?
The government. But there's so many people. SO many views. Infact, each person has his/her own view. How do you agree? Who do you agree with? What exactly do you agree upon?

Moral policing. What exactly is it?
From what I see around me, moral police is the police that takes care of the sexual "harassment" in this country.

Okie so lets go along with this definition.. the one we use in this country.

Leaglise prostitution. Is there something wrong in girls getting paid for their bodies? To me? Yes. To you? No, maybe. But the it depends on who the "you" is. So, who makes the law?

Ban dance bars. When you allow brothels and strip bars to exist, what's special about these dance bars?

You could tell me all these come under sexual harassment of women. Making them sex slaves. That in alot of cases husbands force their wives to do such things to earn money. That girls are bought in villages and brought here.

You could also tell me that these are poor girls who want to make easy money. Alot of easy money. So let them. God bless them.

You could say it goes against our culture. The Kamasutra indian culture, the Mughal raj indian culture... the Ashokan raj indian culture..?? Which one exactly are you talking about??

Again, it depends on the who the "you" is.

According to me, it'd be the police who kept track of anything to do with all the moral stuff. Moral stuff being all the stuff that comes under morality. Telling lies, behaving like maniacs like the incident in Bangalore, spitting on the road, not being capable of keeping your bladders in check... and more.

So, basically..

Do we need someone to keep us in check?
Yes.

Who might that someone be?
The government.

What is a government?
A collection of people who represent the rest of the people.

Who keeps the government in check?
The people.

Who keeps the people in check?
errrrrrrr...

The ideal solution to this whole mess that has been created is education. I'll tell you why. Each of us has the right to make our own choices and to express our views and thoughts. The only way you can express your own veiws and thoughts is when you know you have the right to do so. When do you have the right to do so? When you have been given that knowledge... and that's what's education. I am not talking maths and sciences. I am talking basic stuff.

If every person were to have this, there'd be no need for moral policing. We'd be our own inspectors. But that means behaving like responsible citizens of the country. If you can't be responsible for your actions, you don't deserve to be free.

It used to be so simple when we were younger. The class monitor would report the slightest mischief. Best friend or no best friend. Now that we are older, supposedly more sensible... we cover up for the people who do the wrong stuff and we corner people who are sincere. Why? I don't understand. When you put on a uniform, you are responsible to the people who've trusted you with it. You're responsible to what the uniform stands for damnit.

Why do people want to do what is NOT right. Why is there so much dirt in our system? Why aren't people doing anything about it?

What's right what's wrong? Which is black and which is white? Or are these all just shades of grey?

*Sigh*
That was a lot of thought. On a normal day, putting my thoughts down would help me feel better. I'd find some answers. Today it just makes me feel more depressed. And angry.

...the fading strings of A.R.Rehman's waande mataram woke me up to the fact that today, the 15th of January, was the 57th Army day.

I switched on the television in search of some channel that was showing the celeberations of the day... and as usual I came across an NDTV exclusive ( I know, I know... damn the channel ;) ).

This was a special episode that managed to revive my faith in humanity. For some reason, obviously as dumb as me, I felt a swell of pride at being an Indian. At being the grand daughter, niece and great grand daughter of brigadiers, captains and colonels alike.

Families on both side of the border suffered loss because of the wars fought between the two countries. Most soldiers who died during these wars were listed Missing, by either side. And this left behind wives, mothers and sisters still living in hope that maybe one day, their loved ones would walk back, alive.

Today, I saw an army officer, who survived the war, make an effort to seek out the family of a Pakistani soldier who died in his arms, and to inform them of his brave demise. The news was bound to bring grief and an end to the hope that the family lived on... but it also filled them with pride to learn that their son/husband/father died because of a bullet in his chest, not his back. That he died in the line of duty, and died a brave soldier.

Similarly, a father, also a retd army officer, was told of the brave end of his son in the line of fire, by a Pakistani officer who survived the war. He proudly told the father of how his son single handedly stopped the advance of 13 tanks even after being severely hurt.

...it mustave brought grief, no doubt about it.. but then it's an army thing, I can tell from experience... that families accept deaths of their soldiers with great pride and honor. It mustave made the families proud to learn that their sons died fighting for their country.

"You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race," says George Bernard Shaw... and how very true...

Bravery doesn't come to all of us. And when it does, it doesn't come easy. And there are millions of people on either side of the border who've given up their lives in the name of their country. In the name of land. Let alone dying, they live under horrible conditions; no facilities, lack of food, clothing... and on top of that they are payed meagre wages. Where on one side, war is a question of upholding honor it is also the fastest and cruelest ways of tackling the population problem. On a more serious note.. I think this initiative by NDTV and the army officers concerned is superb. Because bravery doesn't have borders. And families need to know....they just do.

I absolutely promised myself to not question myself about why wars even need to be fought and why people must die (again)...and I'm going to stick to it. So, this post is only to salute these soldiers who have fought fearlessly, without giving a thought about their own lives, to make mine more secure. To families who have, with even more bravery, (??) borne the loss of these soldiers with pride. And a prayer that there need be no more wars at all in the future. That families across the globe need never have to suffer such loss again.

To all soldiers and their families, I bow down.

P.S: written on sunday, the 15th of January 2005..hence, the "today"

These are in random order..... each better than the one that follows....

• There has to be at least one scene where the heroine runs in slow motion into the arms of the hero.
• The heroine has to tear a part of her shirt, skirt, sari to wrap a bandage around her hero's wound.
• The hero always manages to fight of at least a dozen people single handedly, to save his heroine.
• Any person who falls into a fast flowing river, off a cliff, or takes an overdose of sleeping pills never dies.
• The hero always manages to jump through a house on fire and save everyone.... I wish they'd apply for the posts of firemen.
• Every hero after a major surgery, declared dead by the doctor, comes to life when the heroine hits him hysterically asking him to come back.
• Before a fight between two brothers or friends.... a warning is issued by the God's.... depicted by thunder and ringing of temple bells.
• Then ofcourse, there are those twins who get seperated at birth... one becomes evil while the other becomes good.... they meet, fight... bells clank, lightening strikes.... and then they unite to fight the bad guy who killed their dad...!
• The heroine's sari has to be transparent when she's dancing in the rain.
• After the bad guy's seen her waist, the heroine has to yell 'rape'.
• The police have to reach after the crime has been committed and the culprit's on his way to freedom.
• The hero is introduced to the heroine only after a strong wind blows away the hair from her face..
• The heroine and hero collide into each other, their books fall, and they both bend down to pick up the books.. hands touch, eyes meet.. falling in love happening Hindi ishtyle .
• Another love scene: New gal to college hates Mr.Stud. He saves her from the bad guys.... and they fall in love!!!
• The heroine has to slap the hero for something he hasn't done... and then the bulb lights, and she realises she's at fault.... and love happening again....!

.....I can't think of anymore stuff... If u can just let me know .. And I'll add it to the list....!!! Until then, keep smiling!!

When we talk about religion, the first question that arises is, "Is there a God? " Me thinks there is. For no specific reason. He's just the best person to blame for all the miracles and all the beauty on this planet. :D

I was reading Niranjan's post on religion and it occured to me that very few people know what the importance of the Sikh religion is.

So, satsriakal ji,greetings, and welcome to my world.

Influenced by the devotional emphasis of bhakti Hinduism and Sufi Islam, Sikhism stresses the unity, truth, and creativity of a personal God and urges union with him through meditation on his title, the Name (Nam), and surrender to his will.

It also advocates active service rather than the ideal of ascetic withdrawal. Loyalty and justice are admired, smoking and intoxicants forbidden. Sikhism also rejects the caste system, priesthood, image worship, and pilgrimage, although it retains the doctrines of transmigration and karma.

The ultimate spiritual authority is the Adi Granth, consisting of hymns by the ten Sikh gurus (Hindi for “teachers”) and Hindu and Muslim devotional poetry in several languages. All Sikhs may read the Adi Granth, which is the focus of devotion at the Golden Temple in Amritsar, the Sikh religious center.

Sikhs are expected to join the Khalsa (Punjabi for “pure”), a religious and military order. Initiates are “baptized” by drinking sweetened water stirred with a sword
Members of the Khalsa are instructed to observe the five k’s: They must wear four symbols of the Sikh faith—soldiers’ shorts (kaccha), an iron bangle (kara), a steel sword (kirpan), and a comb (khanga)—and they must not cut their hair (kes).

Nanak, the saintly first guru, wandered over India seeking converts. He was succeeded by nine gurus, the office staying within the family line of the fourth guru, Ram Das. Ram Das was also the founder of the Golden Temple. The fifth, Arjan Dev, compiled the Adi Granth, the holy book, in 1604. As the Sikhs became a distinct religious community, they took up arms against persecution by Hindus and by Muslim rulers of the Mughal Empire. Opposing Mughal tyranny, the tenth guru, Gobind Singh, formed the Khalsa in 1699. During the decline of the Mughals, the Sikhs, led by the warrior Ranjit Singh, created a powerful state in the Punjab about 1800 that eventually threatened British-controlled India. After internal dissension and two wars the Punjab was annexed by the British in 1849.

During a period of Sikh persecution, Gobind Singh asked those who were willing to die for their faith to join him. He named the first five willing to risk their lives the panj pyares, or "faithful ones," and proclaimed them the first members of the Khalsa.

This Khalsa, at that time, was an army of brave men who stood up to the tortures of Arungzeb on the Hindus and Muslims. The whole barh baje concept has an actual history. Arungzeb used to 'collect' hindu and muslim women and have them transported elswhere for his own work and pleasure. "Barah Baje" was the signal used by the members of the Khalsa to warn the others that the train carrying these women was about to leave, and that they were to now move forward and do their duty, in saving them.

History itself tells the tale about these brave men. Each of our gurus were tortured at the hands of the Mughal Empire. From being made to sit in a vessel containing hot water on a burning flame, being be-headed to raising a brick wall around Guru Gobind Singhji's children, when alive.

For Nanak, the principal obstacle to achieving sahaj was the influence of haumai, or self-centeredness. As a result of haumai, the human soul inevitably loses itself in the temporary pleasures of existence (maya).

Nanak held that the most effective remedy for the effects of haumai was spiritual introspection, especially the regular practice of nam simran, or repetition of the divine name. As a result of an all-consuming commitment to truth, and with the assistance and guidance of the Guru, one could become steadily more aware of the cosmic shabad (sound), of which all existence—and hence also the devotee—was simply a form. Meditation on these truths would gradually permit devotees to become aware of the anahad shabad, (unstruck music) within themselves, and by progressively working against the otherwise undisciplined self, enable the devotee to advance further toward the ultimate goal of sahaj.

Gobind Singh (1666–1708), Indian religious leader, the tenth and last guru (teacher) of Sikhism, and founder of the Sikh brotherhood known as the Khalsa. On Gobind Singh’s death, the Sikh holy book, the Guru Granth Sahib, replaced the line of human gurus as the teacher and guide of the Sikhs.

So, in layman's language, here is one religion that came into existence so as to remove all differences amongst people. And to this day, I can proudly say, that we've succeeded. So, much so, that each gurudwara,temple, provides free restrooms for poor travellers. The concept of langar, serving food, is still un- corrupted and followed. By un-corrupted, I mean, the whole point of feeding the poor, is still lived up to. There is no discrimination along the lines of who is and who isn't allowed in the gurudwara's. In fact the only rules that we have to follow are the 5 k's. That's it. Sikhs learn from the writings of their Holy book, that was written by learned men, who provided the much needed faith we needed in the existence of God.

Oh! There's beauty in every religion and how they look at God. Jesus resurrected from the cross, Rama killed Ravana... I respect it. I hate the part where the discrimination starts. The part where the untouchables, that's what they really are even today, not enter temples ( or whereever) makes me angry. And that's why all I can really say is... 'proud to be a sikh!!

On 26th January 1963,as the last strains of Lata Mangeshkar's "Ai mere wattan ke logon..." (People of my country..)died down, there was silence and our then prime minister Jawaharlal Nehru cried like a baby. Not alone, but with the rest of the country as they mourned the loss of tens of thousands of soldiers they had on its eastern frontiers.

" On the dawn of 20th November 1962, the nation appeared to be on peril. The mighty Himalayas that were considered impenetrable were no longer so. And what looked like China's victorious march into India had begun."

The soldiers, sons of the soil, stood with rifles, ready for what would be their final assault. Lt. Col. R I S Kahlon recalls that by the time he was sent to the borders, the soldiers were living on a prayer. And, in what he calls the rustic language of the battalion, he told a soldier, "Kyun bhai aise ladkiyon ki tarah kyun letta hua hai?" ( Why do you lie down like a woman, soldier?) And the soldier got himself of the ground and picked up his gun and replied saying, " Sahib apne marwana he hai na..." ( Sir, you wish for me to die na?) ...And charged at the Chinese..Slowly, they all got up, saw their mission again, and charged forward.

The ratio of the strength of the armies was something around 800 Indian Jamaica against 20,000 Chinese soldiers.

...The gates had been opened and now India was exposed. The soldiers still charged on with never more than a few grains each, no ammunition and in freezing temperatures. Death seemed inevitable. They had to follow the sun to Bhutan, and so they went up when they had to and down when they had to... They cudn't afford to take diversions.

In a book called the Himalayan Blunder, J.P.Dalvi talks about a soldier on one the pages, who was asked to file a report. The soldier wrote the report on a Chapati... And I quote him when he says, " I regret the unorthodox choice of stationary, but atta (wheat) is the only material I have for feeding, fighting and futile correspondence."

China's major territorial claims involve two widely separated areas. The largest claim totals 32,500 square miles in India's Northeast Frontier Agency. The other disputed area lies 900 miles to the north-west in the Ladakh region of Kashmir. Who'd think that the beautiful mountains for Ladhak, were once covered with blood? At present they are difficult to protect... Back then.. It was impossible..

Issues like: the Dalai Lama and the Tibetan government-in-exile in India; China's non-recognition of Sikkim's merger with India; the nuclear tests in 1998 by India; the Mc Mahon line; and India's allegation that China is arming Pakistan, including the latter's nuclear program... Were and still remain unresolved.

Major Dhan Singh Thapa, A.S. Pathina and Joginder Sigh are some of the few people honored with the Param Veer Chakra and the Mahavir Chakra for their bravery during this war.... Their eyes fill with tears as they recall this as the most brutal of wars of the careers... They dedicate these medals to their fearless jawans... You can feel their pride... And it's overwhelming.. As are the tales they have to tell..

The world and the nation pointed fingers towards Nehru, Krishna Menon and Lt Gen V.M. Kaul. After 4 decades of war... The Chinese decided to treat, claiming that they couldn't stretch their communication channels any more. India lost the 1962 war but the Indian jawans hadn't failed their country.

Lt Kahlon says, until you've sung songs with the jawans around a campfire, fought by their side, hurt with them, and rejoiced victory with them.. You can't love them and know what drives them to give up their lives... And I say... Their names liveth for evermore..

Anything and everything that goes wrong around us is blamed on the infrastructure of this country.

No judicial system.Corrupt lawyers who say whatever it is that is needed to say to get their client out of a fix. Lies. Creating evidence. Killing. Plundering. Bribes. Why only lawyers? Judges too. The court as a whole. Aint there something about 'em being "independent bodies that serve to uphold the constitution of India and to protect human rights"... "Where are we going wrong?", I ask myself and other people. And they answer in one word. Infrastructure.

No political system. Puppets. The mantra they used to follow?

To uphold and abide by the laws that govern humanity.I herein pledge my devotion to this country and its people who have elected me as their leader. I promise to live up to the faith they have shown in me. To protect human rights.To never dishonor the constitution.

The mantra they actually follow now?

To uphold and abide by the laws that govern humanity. I shall only kill, plunder and loot. No one will suffer.
I herein pledge to use all taxes for my personal use. To buy as many houses as I can so that construction companies and the Housing Dept. Don't go out of business. To spend whatever I can on my relatives and their marriages. I only do so, so that caterers, musicians, decorators, cloth shops, jewellers, car companies...Don't go out of business. To invest as much as I can in the judicial system and the police body so that the people don't realize how much I am doing to keep them in business. I herein pledge absolute secrecy. I promise to be faithful to all the people who have contributed to my campaign and those who have seen to it that I get my votes. To protect human rights. I shall make brochures on the sati sites in Rajasthan to support the tourism industry. I shall only kill animals according to my whims and fancies. I pledge to twist and turn every law written as the circumstance shall call for.

....And I ask myself and the people around me, "Where are we going wrong?" And they shake their heads and answer. Infrastructure.

The educational system. Does it exist?? I think not.Money for Nothing. Who cares if you know more about science, math, and English than your neighbor? The only reason he gets a better college is because he's got money. Not to forget the subsidiary schools you are made to go to, TUITIONS. Why the hell can't the schools employ teachers who do what they are supposed to do and teach sense? What happened to freedom of thought and expression? Freedom of choice? What happened to providing choice? Quality? What happened to righteous thoughts? Doing things because you want to do them, not because they are required of you. To learning because you wanted to learn? To aspire to inspire?.... "Where are we going wrong?" I ask people... And with a smug smile they answer me. Infrastructure.

So, what do we do now? Wait for Batman or Superman or Shaktiman to come in and rescue us all. I would actually hope for rescue if I thought it would do me any good. How can you expect one person to turn up and shake things back into place? Change the "infrastructure", that we so loyally put blame on? I know it's not possible. You know it too. So, then what do we do?

Shift the blame again. When I wanted to become a musician/writer.My parents didn't let me study what I wanted to. When I pointed out to my teacher that she was making a mistake.My teacher told me my way of thinking and questioning her was not acceptable. When I pointed out a policeman taking money from someone to my dad he just patted me on the head and said, "These things happen." When I wanted to get out there and make a change I was told by my well-wishers, "Sweetie why do you want to do all that? There are people to do such things."

What we forget is that, WE are the change that is required. YOU are the change that is required. Every little thing you do makes a difference. You want to question something in school, do it. If you think a teacher is incompetent, that is after you have put in effort from your side, talk about it. Discuss ways to find out where there is a lag and do something about it. If you think you aren't getting trained enough at school, tell the authorities. One person may not listen. Two may not listen. The tenth might. The eleventh may too. The twentieth would do something about it too. But YOU have to reach there.

We did it when we were in school. Asked for more exams, tests. We got them. Later we even thanked our teachers for listening to us and doing something about it.

We put our faith in these institutions. We put what we call our faith in these institutions. What we forget to do is put faith in ourselves and what we think.

Blame it on the infrastructure. YOUR infrastructure.