i read a quote by somebody "has anybody realized the number trees have to be cut down to print new history text books. in response to his/her view on Andra Pradesh splitting up. For me that hit the nail on its head.
This set me thinking, don't really know the reason they would want to draw more border lines, so i asked google "why is Andra Pradesh splitting up". Search string did not yield the exact reason why they wanted to split up, but google did throw up something interesting, news of the split - another leader asking for UP to be split 4 ways. what the fuck is happening…..Times to come.
What really scared the crap out of me was, all the news channel gun throats predicating the number of sets each party would have from the newly formed sates. The Govt. would agree to such a move cause it would hugely effect a political party in the coming election. that makes me feel great, the prime importance of this government is to figure out how to stay in power for another term. Wow…what the hell happened to their manifesto. not sure it would read, will stay in power n make sure i do everything in my power to stay in power for another term.
add to this there are others demanding for a separate statehood, on the basis of if they can why not we. really….., no wonder the govt has no time for other things which mite be important…
can't say nothing gained out of this, i learnt a little bit more about our history. I learned why Andra Pradesh is to split up.
it's ironically funny:
the basis of making language of state formation was the genesis of it all.
Like all process in this country, a panel State Reorganization Commission (SRC) was formed ( this was 1956) who in its report had clearly mentioned, not to join the regions into one state, but the then government under political pressure went ahead and unified the regain into one state. now the same government under pressure is splitting it up.
Frank uncle, thatz what I called him, my neighbor from my childhood, we moved into this new neighborhood and he had recently returned after a couple of years in the middle east. He never called it gulf like the others, maybe like the others he was not at Gulf. I think he was a mechanic by trade, but he was a superb handyman, there wasn’t any gadget he couldn’t fix, not that there were a lot in the middle class neighborhood. He worked with Usha Telehost or something that sounded like that, didn’t know when he went to work, he was always at home, I always saw him greased clothes, except on the odd Sundays or around x-mas. He wasn’t your average mechanic, there would always be a strange car, outside always, a car which was not normally sighted on the roads, but once in a blue-moon would spot it at Victoria layout, Benson town, where those old people with strange English names lived. He would have stories about the owner and the car. There were vintage a quarter century ago. Guess...
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