Is Indian media for sale?

media is needed to play a vital role in a democracy for its smooth functioning. it can works as conduits between the government and public. Indiais a democratic country where representative of the public are elected by the public for the public. the better the election is the process, the better the people will go to parliament. media is only-thing which reminds politician of their promise made earlier. it tells the voter how-many of those promises has been kept. which puts a pressure on the MPs and MLAs for keeping their promises and perform better when they are power.
media sometimes unearthens the loopholes, scandals and weak-points of governments in power and that makes the governments more efficient and free of bad practices as governments have to amend themselves to fix them.
so media is in fact the backbone of a vibrant democracy. so what if that media is corrupt?? Particularly, is Indian media corrupt??
my opinion in this regard is that most of media organization are corrupt and do not understand their role in democracy. most of the media houses prime motive is earn as much money as they can . no matter by what means.
In neera Radia tapes, it was proved that most of media companies , be it electronic or print media , are working for the interest of of the big corporate houses through the PR consultants like Nira Radia. corporates house pay a hefty amount to the PR agencies which contact big journalists like Barkha Dutta, Vir Sanghwi, pay them, make them print and broadcast what their clients are asking for.
Secondly it's a fact that most of big conglomerate lobby for their favorite people in the government so their own interest can be managed,but involvement of media which should be impartial and unbiased is really a very bad news.
Nira Radia tapes revealed it that Nira Radia and its client NDTV 's employee and prominent journalist Barkha Dutta were working as mediator between DMK and Congress to end the stalemate on the allocation of cabinet portfolios so that their favorite A. Raja, who is responsible for biggest ever scam in history of country, can remain as IT Minister. it's really very disgusting and shameful.
will our media ever be as mature it is in western countries??....we, citizens of India, can only hope for it and wait till time answers it

Kabhi Avida Na Kahna...

When I parted with my college friends on 26th May no need to mention I was not feeling bad as I was leaving all I loved for 4 years. After introspecting, I realized that I was very well aware leaving was inevitable and necessary, so I never feared and cared about that. Thing hammering my mind at that moment was the phrase –“away from eyes, away from heart”. I know theory of this phrase doesn’t work in some relations which was extremely close like siblings, parents etc., but if you will look around think it in the context of your school friends, friends and people from the colony you lived in some years ago etc. , I can definitely say that all those of those people all not as intimate as they were earlier. Physical distance and communication gap surely weakens the relations. And this was very thing I scared about. I had got many good buddies and people whom I never wanna see away. Departure of boyhood and welcome of manhood will make idle chattering and all funny stuff we used enjoy in hostel or anywhere else will seem no more amusing, juggling with responsibilities and ambitions will consume most of the part of our lives. Anyways change is the rule of nature, what we were todays and what is around with us today will never be same, so it should be never feared or regretted, but should only be accepted………

HOLImania????

I have never liked to be part of rambunctious horde of Holi ever before. But this season of holi brought me a totally different kinda feelings and savor than what I hated this festival for.It may be because of the fact it was my first holi in a different place other than my home –hostel and with only and only friends. On the morning of holi, whole of the hostel was astir by 9, but nothing seemed evincing a different and special occasion, everything went normally. But everything changed when someone whistled asking to come down to lawn as Gulaal etc. was placed there. Around 20 -25 “gentle” denizens of the hostel reached to lawn, applying colors to each other, reciprocating each other smiles. This folks are the insignia of “decorum”- which is also a thing worth following in hostel, if not always, at least seldom. Soon archetypal creatures of this hostel caught the sight of this coterie. So without waiting much time, they assaulted these “gentlemen” in their own way. That was the very moment when boring and nothing-special feeling was superseded by the holi spirits. Now holi celebration was in full swing. one by one , all –no matters “ savage” or “ gentleman “- were out of their “dens” and “burrows “. Within few minutes, pallid job of wishing each other “happy holi” and embracing was over. Now it was the time get innovate the celebrations- after all we are engineers. it was the time to do something new with cloths. All of these maddened and freak beings began to pull out and tearing each other’s shirts, t-shirts etc. one wearing them was proclaimed as though committing a felony, and as a punishment he would be chastised by mob very severely and “brutally, in their own way. So rest of all who are merely an audiences to this moment, considered it wise to put off shirts and shirts and to join the what rest of crowd was doing. THANK GOD!!!!!!! These monsters spared trousers and other things…soon these “ brute and savage beasts” were bellowing, howling, growling, roaring,…. with “ RANG BARSE PHIGE CHUNAR WAALI”… This continued for more than 2 hours without any hitch or glitch. As it dawned upon me that it was lunchtime so I left this mobscene and returned to same word I had come out of……………..

God must b crazy..!!!!!!!!!!

Simpler we have tried make our lives, more complex we have made it” – this is how narration of the movie ‘god must be crazy’ starts . I scoured it all time for the justification of line while watching the movie. After movie ended, I gave a thought to it for a moment and realized how befitting this statement is for our so called civilized society. In plot, a bushman living with his tribe in such a remote place that he hasn’t ever come across someone or something from the civilized world, finds an empty Pepsi bottle dropped accidentally from the hand of pilot of an aircraft passing by above that arid area of Africa. at that time he was busy in looking for the sustenance for his family, gets stunned and perplexed as he sees a bottles falling down out of nowhere. Flipping the pages of the book of his experiences, he comes up with his explanation to this “supernatural” incident, and it was basically out of the human instinct of attributing to god anything which mystifies him. He considers the bottle as a reverent gift thrown out of the heaven to his tribe. Soon they discovered that the gift, besides being a holy, was really a versatile thing capable of facilitating many chores, like furnishing the fur of the beast the family had hunted, peeling away the husk. on occasions, lighting the fire all tribe members would sat encircling the their precious bottle, carousing, and caroling. so think simple as these people did, no surprise heaven may even descend to the to a small ,worthless entity we always hold with contempt, the job to be done is change to way we look at the things with...that's it...........!!!!!!

an exile..........!!!!!!!!!

I still feel like today everything I felt on some day of May, 2003. It was the day when my 10^th exams results were out. Obviously like all others, I had some expectations, some statics about marks and my performance. When my one of my friends informed about percentage I had secured, as he was the first to check out my results on the net, I heard a figure from him that was really incredulous, exuberating and astounding –a staggering @@ % score- “staggering” is not exaggerating these 2 digits I had barely anticipated , moreover, Imanged to lived up to the expectations of all the concerned – my elders, aunts friends- who inquired about my score. I could easily figure out gaiety and exultation in their tone and voice while they were wishing me for my future. As these 2 digits started to fade away from my minds, some grave, perplexing, deliberation had started lingering my mind. Like all my firends, I was also puzzled as to picking up a particular stream out of – commerce, maths, biology, arts. No sooner than did I come up with my decision of going ahead with math’s than my parents with their decision of “ banishing” me to kota- something I had to comply only, possibility for defiance as rare as chance of finding air in vacuum. Hardly I dared to enquire what they had set me to go through had decide they coined a word “ iitjee” something I knew about was it’s some sort of arduous, grueling examination to get into something called as IIT to be something known as engineer. That’s all I had idea about IIT JEE. I vividly remember the day my departure was set to place where supposedly I would zero on in my ultimate destiny The day I spent just before my scheduled departure also brings me the myriad memories which can make me feel nostalgia at any time. All the time throughout day my mind was obsessed with image of myself stepping out of threshold my home, with tears trickling down the my blue face ,and my beloved ones are slowly and slowly diminishing out of my sight as the bus I had got on zips forward on the road. On such occasions, the person who can help in wipe out all gloominess and sadness from face and make it radiant with glee is none other than you, so I did the same thing. I tried to find a solitary corner somewhere and tried to remind myself the worth of what I was facing and was going to face. But, unfortunately, on this day spate of things happens reminding you of what you are going to come across like someone , from nearby, who has come over to your home to have a word with you to give piece advice as you would be leaving early in morning, your parents yelling at you to brings all your baggage at one place so that it can packed and arranged it so that I might everything I need without any trouble, pops up one by one to remind you that the you had been yours would be yours no more. Somehow this day ends and went to bed wishing all goodnight-though it wasn’t “a goodnight” for me at all, more or less a nightmare. All I have penned about my feeling may tend you to make a perception about me of childish mentality and naivety. But you can’t expect much of the mature behavior from who is leaving their beloved one’s first time and never expected to come in my way something serious like this which would be totally different from my daily life. The day I reached Kota, my father arranged a p.g for me at a suitable distance form my school and coaching institute. Next day I spent with my father scuttling from one place to another to get admission into schooling and coaching thing that was my really purpose for being here. I enjoyed myself that day, kept my mind out of any worry, when one gets to new place it has generally a lot of places and things to make one feel some fresh and different, at that moment you forget about our native place temporarily. Then came the third day, it was the time for my father to bid me goodbye and leave me alone on my own. This is the very moment you feels like waking up from a dream and realize fully that you are out of your place. It was 8 in the evening when I was being thrown alone in this another world, as couldn’t stand all that so I broke into tears. My aunty, lady whose tenant I was, was a very affectionate , caring, and helping woman. She encouraged me like her own child while was still sobbing. I bear no grievance about my family’s decision but for an emotional guy like me, it’s not all always tolerable. ..a.long exile had begun..........!!!!!!