India: Understanding OBC and Quota

Either they support or against OBC Quota, I don’t how many people know what makes OBC?

Why and What are we fighting for or against?
Guidelines for Consideration of requests for Inclusion and complaints of under Inclusion in the central list of OBCs – http://ncbc.nic.in/html/guideline.html

Castes is included in almost all measuring indexes. Which means, if you caste is better educated & richer then Government expect your caste people to take care of you or help achieve atleast minimum. Thus encouraging caste biased society.

Is this vision Government has for the people? instead of encourage society which is not built on caste?

It also mentions Communities- What that means ?

India’s OBC Population
According to national election studies – OBC population of our country is between 40-44 percent. According to Mandal Commission – has estimated the OBC population in the country at 52 percent. and regarding National Sample Survey – reports had problems since Many of the respondents were not aware of their status in terms of caste.

When the question on the size of OBC population was placed before Human Resource Development Minister Arjun Singh recently, he did not have the precise figures and he said, “I think, that should be decided by people who are more knowledgeable. But the point is the OBCs form a fairly sizeable percentage of our population”. I think, he should be fired for this answer.

Is it irrational to ask for statistics to find better or clear solutions? May be after the survey, we might find 50% Quota is not enough. might required to be 80%. This way, both group can base the argument on fact instead of shying away from it.

Creamy Layer
Politicians should understand that the concept of excluding creamy layer from reservations is now firmly established. It is pointless for them to argue that creamy layer does not apply to quotas defined under Article 16 (4) and Article 15 (5). This is because the Indira Sawhney judgment does not provide for exceptions to the creamy layer principle. The order observed that “determination of creamy layer is a part of constitutional scheme”.

These yardsticks for creamy layer cut-off can hardly be considered unrealistic, considering that all-India poverty among OBCs on the basis of a poverty line defined by a monthly per capita expenditure of Rs 361 for rural areas and Rs 567 for urban areas is broadly at 19 per cent in rural areas and 25-35 per cent in urban areas.

for example – In Karnataka, a family whose income exceeds Rs 2 lakh a year is excluded from quota. Similarly, a family who has one member in Class-I or Class-II service is considered a creamy layer.

But India’s annual per capita income, notwithstanding its billionaires, estimated to be Rs 26,000, thus Karnataka ceiling does look reasonable.

Don’t Change Quote, Change OBC definition to include people in need and exclude cream layer.

Yes, Iam not against OBC Quota BUT against the OBC definition. Instead of fight for wrong reasons, lets us first understand what are we fight for? and who are we fighting against (poor people belong to different(/’s0-called-forward’) caste)?

as Time’s article mentioned – The mandate in the preamble, ‘We the people’, empowers both the legislature and the judiciary equally. A legislature elected for particular period cannot assume the mandate of sovereignty of the people exclusively to itself. Both wings must display humility in the exercise of their powers in order to avoid unnecessary collision.

also for read, Indian Express – A to Z of OBC

appreciate your rational comments in a language which wouldn’t hurt others feelings.

Sense (un)Defined…

Wisdom rules and mends a heart that falters.
and heals the mind of those who took time to stray!
these days require all eyes be open.
and assessments of others once entertained,

Everything we thought we knew,
and the time it took for us to know it.
is coming to an abrupt end.

take common sense,
and strap it on tight.
For safety purposes.
Do not flaunt it

Just know that we have it with us,
at all times for emergency use.

Anwar — Tose Naina Lage Piya sawre

Got hooked to this songs. awesome song & kool made up video/photo slideshow.

Anwar — Tose Naina Lage Piya sawre

who is Middle Class??

very Often we hear about term Middle Class, Lower Class & Upper Class while talking about India. with Economy as indicator –How can we define in measurable scale..!! with that Quest, I gather information to compiled this blog.

With a per-capita Gross Domestic Product (GDP) under US $1000, India is often regarded as a poor nation. Over 300 million Indians live with incomes comparable to the least in the world’s other acknowledged poverty zone – sub-Saharan Africa. Moreover, the deep poverty of the country is borne unequally by lower income groups within this population. 46% of the income is accounted for by the top one-fifth of the people, while the lowest one-fifth accounts for only 8% of incomes. Even this breakdown presents only an incomplete picture; in fact the top 10% alone earns 33% of all income.

This large-scale deprivation has a curious companion – a grossly incorrect understanding of what the term ‘middle class’ means. The median family income in India is approximately Rs.4500 a month. By its conventional definition, the middle class includes families whose incomes lie between 75% and 125% of the median. Families with monthly incomes over Rs.6000 are thus above the ‘middle class’ line, and families earning more than Rs.8000 or 9000 a month are certainly among the top fifth of the nation. Still, among the urban salaried class that constitutes most of the audience for media outlets, many believe themselves to be members of the middle class. The view that they obtain ‘middle class’ incomes is widespread among many such families.

What’s more, with proficiency in English largely confined to those who can afford private education, nearly everyone who can fluently say ‘middle class families like mine’ is almost certainly part of the India’s economic elite.

LIFE (un)Defined…

Life is life
through all the ups, all the downs,
some will be there, some can’t be found.
If they won’t care as they should, so be it.
this is life in the way that I wish to see it.

Days come and go, true hearts stay close.
without happiness, love is an imitation at most.
you haven’t stayed close, it’s hard to love you,
this is life in a way that is sadly true.

to leave behind such a feeble mind,
forget it and pursue something real.
this is my goal, and in time…
this will be life and the way that I feel.

Life is life,
even though at times it’s can tough,
you gotta live with it, even though it’s rough.

It’s a gift, given to us from up above,
so don’t use it for hatred, but use it for love.

Life is the most precious, and valuable gift of all,
so don’t throw it away, by jumping of a wall.

I know it myself, life can be hard,
so if your looking for help, just speak to God.

Life’s of too great value to be thrown away,
so thank creator for letting you live – every single day.

You never know when your life will come to an end,
so live your life happily, get a family, and a best friend.

Live everyday as if it would be your last,
be kind, happy, and have a blast.

London memories…

piece of paper with directions of ‘how to get to your zzzz’ and a tube map on my trembling hands. Wet clothes and questioning faces.

A white old door in the toilets of a pub filled with older men drinking their last pints that led to an illegal underground club. Faces that looked bended and dysfunctional, just like they have stepped out of the make up room of a zombie film. Under aged blond mothers on the street pushing a pram and swearing, with badly put lipstick, gold hoops on their ears and fingers filled with coin style rings. Filthy streets filled with crashed cans of lager, bottles of cherry cola, spilt ketchup from Big Macs and empty bags of jelly beans and crisps.

The smell of urine in the tube, and metro newspapers left on the dirty seats. The police Alsatians held by the most neatly presented policemen on the exit of Seven Sisters tube station, the fear on this young guy’s face that was being pressed against the wall, getting sniffed everywhere by one of these dogs.

The fireworks on the Thames, a walk on a sunny Saturday at the antique market on Portobello road. My happy face when picking that stuff from East Ham and food from sarvana bhavan.

A mess sofa in the living room, and quotes boards on the wall, papers on the wooden table. A box of eatables left on the same place on the kitchen table day by day.

Cups of coffee (a decaf cappuccino) at Canary Wharf Starbucks and that deadly silence accompanying these coffees.The realization that silence is loudest time of life.

The massive departures sign, and that look of devastation on that always happy face, that was then proving that all this time it was prepared to greet loss and good bye(for now)… ‘Something’ by the Beatles’.