What is Generation Gap ?

This is what essentially 'Generation Gap' means.

Our generation is globalist, oriented to self and we are digital natives. Hence, we have given up the idea of owning a home. The world is our home and we are fluid. Our life is fluid. Our personal economy and social interactions are fuild. 

The previous generations were rigid in that way. Telecommunication, especially internet, made a revolutionary transformation of our society which future historians will look at in awe.

The coming generation on the other hand is gonna take this fuildity one step further and I dare say that all the vices of our world.. from racism to sexuality might vanish all of a sudden. 

But again it is debatable. 'Empathy' is the keyword. Will the coming generation empathise as a collective?

#JNUSU2019 : Left won the thrones, BAPSA won the game!

Newly Elected JNUSU cabinet.

JNUSU results show one clear trend. BAPSA supporters voted en masse for Left in uncontested seats. VP Saket Moon got 3000 odd votes while the new elected President Aishe Ghosh got some 2000 votes. A thousand votes odd went to Jitendra Suna.

These numbers raise a question of commitment. The commitment of Left towards the movement.

Left raises slogans of Jai Bhim, Laal Salam. But when it came about walking the talk, they backed off.

Let me tell you why, BAPSA made a very calculated move considering that JNUSU elections are always in the limelight and often give direction to national political discourse. They fielded candidates only for President and GS post while giving the VP and Jt. Secy post to Left as a walkover. (They showed their commitment through votes).

But since JNUSU elections are more of a fight with status quo and hegemony.. and less on campus issues... (Which is evident from its long history), and since we are living in times when we are talking about handing over the LEADERSHIP of the society to the less privileged and marginalized.. Left could have given up the President seat.. a walkover for BAPSA.. maybe could have campaigned for BAPSA too..

I guess the left thought of the larger picture.. ki aage kya hoga.. but ek baar try kar lete.. aage ka dekha jata.. ek saal leadership de ke dekhte.. with the rest of 3 seats with you.. next year you could have dethroned BAPSA again easily.

But my friend.. What if it worked.. and WORKED so well that Sahib ki tashreef phat jaane lagti. ABVP and Fascism se ladna chahte ho.. lekin apni aapas ki ladai me fry ho gaye sab.

I mean, if 4 left organisations can team up in a seat sharing arrangement.. and are actually fighting against the candidates fielded by BAPSA.. I find no merit in the politics of JNU anymore.

Indian Railways & Foreign Kids : A journey to Jaisalmer

I entered my compartment (Second Sleeping) to find a group of foreigners yelling at a man and shouting "do you speak english, do you speak english". 

I offered help only to realise that the guy being yelled at is having an RAC (half seater). It was a Babubalian task to explain them what a RAC means. But they understood and also understood (after I explained them) that we are an overpopulated country and people occupying your seat is a norm. 

In the next few hours I got to know that they were all French and 17-18 year old High School passouts. 

This is what intrigued me. 

So all of these kids' parents work together and their company/industry offers subsidized vacations for their soon to be adult kids.

What a beautiful thing. A group of 20 kids, mostly girls, roaming around India for 15 days, all by themselves and being paid by their parents and their employers. Thats how u produce adults right. 

And in India what is the first thing that our parents say after passing out of school...??? 

BETA JOINT !!! (Entrance re baba :D )

JNU Admin removing the posters on the walls.

I still remember, the first time I entered JNU it was a wall that greeted me.. I was awe-inspired at the radicalism and idealism with which the wall spoke to me. 

yes, the walls speak in JNU.. 

the walls have taught me as much as the professors have inside and outside the class.. 

I always wanted to archive them, I clicked some, but lost most. 

Some walls used to engage in dialogues too which needed a feature. For example, in SSS 3, one wall had a poster of Savarkar (of course put up by ABVP) in which he talks about his motherland and sacrificing his life for her cause. 

The opposite wall was captured by Bhagat Singh (with the help of SFI) who says that any revolutionary should aim only for complete revolution. 

In a way, it was a dialogue between the mercy petitioner and the one who went to the gallows. 

There are countless other examples of great graffiti in and around JNU. 

Its sad that the walls will never again speak to the fresh minds of JNU and those new minds will end up being robots of this world capitalist system who seldom think beyond their basic needs (read as money). 

JNU is dying. Its not multiple organ failure, its multiple organ theft/destruction. 

RIP.

【EDIT: As an initiative to do something about it, a few like minded have collaborated to start an Instagram channel for curating the wall posters of JNU from past and present. It can be found @publisherofpoor 】

Few cases of nationalism | nationality ...

1. Mr. A was born in Comilla, Bangladesh in 1950s. He is a hindu. He ran away to Tripura, India during the 1971 war. He didnt get a job. He travelled to London in the late 1970s and started doing odd jobs like dish washing at Indian restos, etc. Finally, he was successful and now has his own small business (kirane ka dukaan) in Birmingham. 

2. Mr. B was born in Bihar, India in the 1890s. He belonged to a backward community. Some rich colonial entrepreneurs approached him and he travelled to West Indies as a labourer. Now his 4th generation lives in the island group of nations. They do not know what caste is. 

3. Mr. C was born in Afghanistan in the 1960s. During the war on terrorism his home was destroyed. He crossed over to Pakistan and now is a daily wage labourer. 

4. Mr. D was born to a rich Hindu family in Dhaka, Bangladesh. He survived the war, the communal cleansing and still has a government job in the Bangladesh government. After his engineering course, his son moved to Australia in the early 2000s. He is settled there. 

5. Mr. E was born in Sylhet, Bangladesh in the 1950s. He was a poor Hindu. He struggled through his studies. But had to drop out due to war. He came to Tura, Meghalaya. Somehow completed a vocational course and got a decent paying job. Thus, me married late and his daughter was born in Tura, Megalaya and now works and lives in Delhi. 

6. Mr. F was born as a Chakma in Chittagong Hill Tracts, Bangladesh in 1940s. Post-partition his family had to run away from their native home to India. They were sheltered in a camp in Arunachal Pradesh which eventually became their home. Now the Arunachali locals want them to get their own home somewhere but not in Arunachal. Mr. F's third generation is living now. And they do not have a citizenship of any country. 

7. Mr. G was born in , Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh in the 1920s. He was an Indian Civil Service officer in the British admin at Dhaka. During partition he chose to keep his job and stay in Dhaka. Now his 4th generation lives in Dhaka. His great-grandchildren have formed a rock band which covers bollywood songs. They have a huge fanbase all over India on their Youtube channel. 

8. Mr. H was born in Britian in the 18th century. He killed a rich landlord for some unknown reason and also raped his daughter. He was deported to Australia as a punishment. His 7th generation now lives in Australia as a corporate business house. 

9. Mr. I was born in the countryside in London in the 1890s. He was a peasant. But his son studied Law and went to Cape Town, South Africa to practice. His family made Law as their business and fought against the aperthied regime even though they were whites. Now they live in Cape Town.

10. Mr. J was born in Lahore in the 1940s to a wealthy sikh peasant family. His brother was killed during the partition riots. He moved with his family initially to Amritsar and then to West Delhi. In the 1984 riots, his son was travelling from Ludhiana to Delhi in his own car. It was burnt along with him inside. Mr. J died due to the shock. His younger son along with his whole family moved to Canada in the 1990s. Now they live there and have no property in the sub-continent.

Some of these are true stories while some are inspired from true stories. I gave the background detail that was needed for this narrative. 

Since we are watching the biggest show of the Commonwealth, I am just confused which team should these above mentioned people support. 

Cricket, a colonial sport, reminds the world of a good, bad and ugly common past.

PS: Dear Historians, I might be factually wrong in some details. Either point them out or ignore. Pointing them out will improve my own migration history. Cheer.