Electoral Views of a Techie

I dont know much about B. S. Yeddyurappa. All i know is that he is a BJP state leader, going to lead a state for 4 years. I don’t know much about the Opposition too. I heard news that the Opposition JDS, double crossed him during their coalition tenure that ruled the state before the election.

I’ve been here in Techville for almost of my good age. I commute for almost 3 hours a day just to reach office and back home. I spent my day time in front of a monitor, working for some unknown foreigner. I call it the Modern Colonization. But who cares. The government says that the IT industry is bringing in huge foreign money.

I stay away from my family for most of the year. I earn 10 times compared to what my father earns. Still his savings are 100 times mine. I’m as ignorant about whats happening in this foreign state as i’m about the things happening in my family. Why? All i can do, if i ever manage to get back home after work, is to eat and sleep. Before anyone else wakes up in the morning i’m up and ready to catch the bus to office, which has been timed to avoid the peak traffic on the road. But still manages to be in the midst of traffic everyday.

So Mr. B. S. Yeddyurappa or rather Yeddy or BSY, as you should be hence forth called as reported by the morning-gossip paper, i have a request.

Your state is now on the map, not because its the Garden City (leave alone the gardens, there are no more trees left here), its because of young people like us. We put Techville a.k. Bangalore a.k.a Bengaluru (do u have any new names in store???) on the map. But what did the state give us?

We are mistreated by the Auto Army. Despite the hike in fares they still ask for a fortune. Mugged by locals. The new international Airport is a good 5hrs journey (approx the same time it takes for me to reach Coorg from where i stay). Petrol/Diesel prices are the highest in the country. Traffic is a mess.

I don’t expect you to make a difference to all these. But i expect a fair deal. I spent my youth and energy away from home, staying at a place that i thought i could call home. As a kid i was taught that all of India as a nation is one. I find prejudice against people here. I feel like i’m far from home.

I’m afraid to travel by bus or car as i don’t know when an accident can happen and the mob to burn the vehicle i’m traveling at.The Police sometimes only speak to you in their native language, if they know that you’re from out of town.

This is where i earn my daily bread and this is where i live. So is it too much for me to ask for better way for things. I add to the local diversity that is sometimes herald by the media. Why cant i just say Our State and not just Your State?

All said and all promises given, at the time of next election we shouldn’t be asking Yelli-ddyurappa???

25 Minutes – No comments

25 Minutes Lyrics

After some time I’ve finally made up my mind
she is the girl and I really want to make her mine
I’m searching everywhere to find her again
to tell her I love her
and I’m sorry ’bout the things I’ve done

I find her standing in front of the church
the only place in town where I didn’t search
She looks so happy in her weddingdress
but she’s crying while she’s saying this

Chorus: Boy I’ve missed your kisses all the time but this is
twentyfive minutes too late
Though you travelled so far boy I’m sorry your are
twentyfive minutes too late

Against the wind I’m going home again
wishing me back to the time when we were more than friends

But still I see her in front of the church
the only place in town where I didn’t search
She looked so happy in her weddingdress
but she cryed while she was saying this

Chorus:
Boy I’ve missed your kisses all the time but this is
twentyfive minutes too late
Though you travelled so far boy I’m sorry your are
twentyfive minutes too late

Out in the streets
places where hungry hearts have nothing to eat
inside my head
still I can hear the words she said

Chorus:
Boy I’ve missed your kisses all the time but this is
twentyfive minutes too late
Though you travelled so far boy I’m sorry your are
twentyfive minutes too late

I can still hear her say…….

The heart Listenes

My Room

I used to stay in Nair Union Hostel, Thiruvananthapuram, when i was doing my B. Tech. It was for the last 18 months that i stayed there. But the memories are really fresh and its one of the best hostel memories i have … (the fact is.. i switched 4 hostels in 4 years of engineering …)

A room for each person., do what you feel in it, its your domain and you are the king …

 My Room
and see where i reached form there … my current stay at Bangalore …. two different eras.. and two different personas .. yes personas …

 My Room

Onam at Home

sadya Onam at HomeAfter, say about 6/7 years we celebrated onam at my home. it was great fun, and a great feeling to have every one together. I’m happy we celebrated that in our own simple way …

And here is one snap of me and my bro, that i love a lot. Taken by my father… no wonder where i get my photographic skills…

rocking%20bros Onam at Home