The First International Sex School

It’s December 2, 2011. front page of the Times of India (Delhi Edition) with the heading “Lesson in lust…” act as the motivational source behind this article. I was wondering is this really important enough news, which should be published on the front page in the English newspaper, probably having largest number of readership in India. I mean, aren’t they have got really good news regarding another railway accident, bomb blast in school, new corruption cases involving millions of hard earned public money, another slowdown in world economies and alike. But, soon I realized in all these so called sane full happenings of the 21^st century it’s good that they have published something insane! 

Today, we have all kind of training institutes available. You name it and we have it. Consider this for an example, for a 10 year old school going kid we have mathematics and science coaching institutes; to get admission in some reputed engineering or medical college we have specialized entrance exam coaching institutes, to be employable after graduation you need soft skills and for that too, we have various training institutes available. In fact, sometimes I feel we Indians have specialized in two things. Firstly keep bringing new toddlers in this world (Which creates huge pressure on already scarce resources.). And secondly, sending those toddlers (as soon as they learn how to use their legs) to “coaching institutes”. In India for each stage of life we have “coaching institutes” available, so that, we can compete better. Now, we have one more addition to this list of coaching institutes through which some one born as a human being (which we all hopefully consider the most intelligent animal that has and can ever born in the history of our planet) has to go to live a well cultured and decent life. And the name of the institute is the boldly written heading of this article.

Today, when the world economies are lying in the doldrums, I guess, starting up any new business venture is the most risky thing anyone can think of doing. But I also guess, this initiative of opening a school to train human beings in something which they do behind the closed doors will prove to be the most successful business venture even in today’s time when people are losing jobs and businesses are becoming difficult to run. After all even in the great depression of 1930’s people were actively active in the activity performed behind the closed doors. They will never stop doing this, whatever may come in the way! But hey, there is nothing to be ashamed about this as eating and breeding are the two basic activities nature has bestowed on every living organism. Moreover, the training school of such kind will never ever require any kind of insurance and it will not be an exaggeration if I’ll say, in the future such institutes have potential to become the engines of growth for world economies. Well I think, elaborating on this is something not required at this point of time. Still to prove my point, I can guarantee that just writing about it and giving the above heading in bold will attract greater number of eye balls to my blog.

Moving further, I was wondering, who could be the best person to become the Dean of this “First International Sex School”. Two names that instantly popped up in my mind are the world famous Tiger Woods and one of India’s ex-railway ministers Shri Lalu Prasad Yadav. I guess our ex-railway minister is a better option because of his proven track record in this field. After all isn’t it in his credentials, he has got nine living certificates freely roaming in the state of Bihar. I am sure, if you understood the previous sentence, you will definitely stretch your lips horizontally and nod your head in agreement with my suggestion.

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That’s How ICU gave me a New Friend.

There is no single book, reading which you can learn everything about life. Infact, learning “art of living” by reading a book is, in itself, an inorganic idea. Yes, like you, I too believe, the organic way to master the “art of living” is learning through our own experiences. After all, no book can explain exactly the way you felt when you saw your first crush, for the first time; when you wore your first wrist watch, gifted by your father to regulate your life within the numbers- one to twelve; when you learned for the first time how to ride a bike; when you bought your first brand new car and the first scratch it got; also, many years later the way you felt when you again saw your first crush, married to a dashing, handsome and a richer guy! Having said all this, don’t you think, still there are many things, where it will be better for us to learn from other’s experience? Like to learn the importance of being attentive while driving you needn’t to actually met with an accident and feel the blue.

Likewise, it’s absolutely not necessary to get admitted to I.C.U. (Intensive Care Unit) to understand how it really feels and what it really means. I hope my personal experience will not only answer these two questions but also impress upon the positive effect of our good health on the people around us, who love and care us unconditionally.


It was 2009, Diwali, which is one of the important Hindu festivals, had just gone by. The festival which also signifies arrival of winter season in northern and central part of India. Like any sub-tropical region of the world, this region also experiences most of the seasons nature has to offer. And, as we know every coin has two sides. The variation of seasons brings with it seasonal viral infections as well. 

I was busy, putting around two-third hours of twenty four hours doing my work. You know how it is, when you work for long hours, taking less sleep, not eating sufficient food and obviously no time to hang out with your friends. Within a week your body starts showing signs of fatigue. But, as you have done it earlier, you know that a rest of two or three days will recharge you back. So, I took a break of two days and the third day I was again sitting on my chair and table doing my work. But, this time I was not feeling fresh. Moreover, as few hours passed, even sitting with my back erect became an impossible task. Considering it to be just some weakness, I again took a day off and straight away went to my home and hit the bed. By the evening, got some temperature and by the time of dinner, I was meeting my family doctor.

Complete bed rest and doctor’s prescription for viral fever continued for next two days without any sign of improvement. Infact, the condition was becoming verse as more and more weakness started showing up. Now, my family doctor took me with some seriousness and sends my blood sample for various tests. By the evening, he got the report, reading which, the only sentence he said to me-

“You must get admitted to the hospital”.

And there I was, in the ICU, within the next half an hour. I didn’t knew, he actually meant ICU and not just hospital.
By God grace, I had never been to ICU before this, not even as a visitor to a patient. It was such a silent place that even best libraries cannot offer you! I was feeling extremely weak, lying on the bed with my eyes closed but with my mind completely active and conscious. Doctors took no time in starting their course of action against Dengue Hemorrhagic fever, which causes sharp decline in platelets count. Platelet play an important role in blood clotting and counts around 0.15-0.4 million per microliter (mcL) of blood in any healthy human body. These platelets were only thirty five thousand left in me. People in hospitals wearing apron and stethoscope around their neck, considering themselves most adroit human breed on earth, calls such condition Thrombocytopenia. Hey, let me explain it in a simple way. Lesser platelets count means lesser ability of blood to clot and further lesser platelets count means excessive bleeding i.e. blood will simply come out of your ears, eyes, nose etc. (leaving on you to guess other places!). Obviously, in further simple terms it means, it’s time to say ‘GOOD BYE’ to this world. But still, I was at peace with myself as I knew, these people in apron are professionals, who will really be taking care of mine. One by one, many injections were used by them that made me to ask myself,

“It seems, they’ll pierce my whole body, are they in some kind of competition with each other?”

Soon, I fall asleep and opened my eyes the next day, after more than fourteen hours. I don’t know if it was the effect of antibiotics or a long and deep sleep, as now there was not much pain in my body.

Moreover, after many years I had such a peaceful night’s sleep. Peaceful in the sense that my mind didn’t worked even at sub-conscious level, neither good dreams nor nightmares. Just complete silence, something I was craving for, since a long time. I was wondering if this is the God’s way of sending me on holidays. I mean, looking around the room by moving my eye balls three sixty degrees, I found the room to be more like a presidential suit of some five star hotel and not like an ICU as depicted in bollywood movies of 1960’s or 1970’s. Now, I thank Manmohan Singh for initiating liberalization, privatization and globalization as a Union Finance Minister in early 1990’s and also United States of America for pressurizing India to move in this direction as a result of which today we have such privately owned, big and technically advance hospitals available. No doubt, they do create a big hole in your pocket but they also give you the best available treatment, neat and clean environment and bedding with a jasmine smell!

Technological advancement in medicine promises you better health services. Likewise, technological advancement in communication promises you to connect to your loved ones within a blink of your eye. Soon, the information regarding me being at hospital (that too an ICU) spread like the news of killing of Osama Bin Laden or like the spread of Annan Hazare’s movement against corruption. Relatives started pouring in and the worst part was that they all wanted to see me personally. Overnight, I got a celebrity like status. Everyone was concerned for me. I was the only name in their mind. But, I found living like a celebrity in an ICU is next only to a capital punishment. Don’t you think sometimes even too much of love and concern can become a problem? Believe me, I was in that situation only. I asked my mother, at least to not to inform to any one of my friends about all this.

Alas! I was late. 

She had already informed my best friend, who was in the way to the hospital. Actually, the real issue was that I didn’t wanted people to leave their work in-between and visit me. Moreover, every visitor didn’t come with only some fruits and flowers but also with a huge truck of consoling words. All this was making me feel as if I am left with only few hours and they all are coming to offer me their last visit. Meeting one by one to every relative, having “poor chap” written on their faces was more depressing then the idea of spending a whole night with Bobby Darling at any secluded island. But, things are different when it’s about your best friend. Somewhere I wanted my best friend to come and help my parents in coping with the pressure of their only son lying on the bed in the ICU. For me, doctors were there. Like my parents were worried for me, I was equally worried for them. I was aware that they must be going through an emotional crisis. Irrespective of the country, the religion, the society or the belief system you carry, love between the parents and their children is same everywhere. Our family and friends are important for us and we are important for them not because of our extrinsic worth but because of our intrinsic value. I mean, they do not love us just because we earn in six figures, owns lots of ancestral property and things like that. Infact, we will remain important for them even if we lose all the materialistic or worldly achievements.

Within the twenty minutes of my talks with my mother, my best friend was standing by my side. I easily read his face, which was expressing that soon he will take my class and interrogate me, converting this pleasant ICU room into some torturous cell of Gauntanamo Bay.

As my mother left me alone in the ICU room with him, though, in lower tone but in firm voice, he said,

“What the f*** are you doing in this room?”

(Well, I believe people who really cares for you, can talk to you like this even when you are fighting against something that kills around 40,000 people annually.)

Before I could say anything, a nurse entered the room with next doses of antibiotics. For me, she was not less than a God’s incarnation in twenty first century, who took birth to save me from deadly Dengue fever and torturous questions from my best friend. Her presence suddenly bought me back from Gauntanamo Bay to a centrally air-conditioned ICU room.

While the nurse was doing her job, my best friend standing by my side suddenly turned into Tiger Woods, a person who was recently in news not for his golf but for his infinite capacity to love all the human species came from the planet Venus.

Again, in a lower tone but this time with maximum possible politeness, my friend asked a question. This was directed towards the nurse:

“How long he can stay here?”

With this question, the nurse (who was now filling the syringe) and I both were taken aback.

The nurse said, “Excuse me, didn’t got your question”

To which my friend replied by re-framing his question and with some hesitation, 
 “I mean, how long he has to stay here?”

The nurse said with a big smile on her face, 
 “This cannot be answered with complete certainty. Only the evening reports will clear the picture.”

To which my friend slowly nodded his head with a small “hmm…”

Lying on bed with my biological system unfit, I was quietly listening and observing both of them and trying to figure out questions like, if there are some chemical reactions going on in their brains, will they be dating each other? You may be surprised, but our mind is mind. Isn’t we’ve all learned that mind has no boundaries. So what, if I am in an ICU room because of some Aedes aegypti, a female mosquito bread smooched my legs few days back while I was out in the evening for jogging. Does this fact take away my right to think about my best friend’s possibilities of dating my nurse!

Before the nurse could leave, I looked at her with some more attention and found she was really attractive. May be because of my illness I was only able to notice the room, a peaceful adobe created by the man and not the beautiful and attractive people from the Venus created by the nature, serving me in that peaceful adobe.

Jokes apart, in the evening, the latest report came out to be not so positive. Dr. Dubey, under whose supervision I was, told this while he was briefing my parents and me in the ICU room. Platelets count was not rising, though it was neither decreasing. Antibiotics were not showing the kind of results Dr. Dubey was expecting. The news bought tears to my mother’s eyes. My father quietly took her out of the ICU room. Dr. Dubey, keeping his palm on my forehead said,

“Don’t worry, everything will be fine. You have to keep faith in medical science and above all in God.”

At this point of time, Dr. Dubey was trying to motivate and instilling some faith in me. It is a well-known fact that doctors are supposed to treat their patients, considering them to be only a body with ailments. They have to take decisions rationally, keeping their emotions and human love aside. Don’t you think a robot engineer also works in the same fashion? He doesn’t feel any pain or sadness when he changes some dysfunctional integrated circuit in his robot. Well, still I will say, doctor’s work is different from a robot engineer’s work. I am saying this because what Dr. Dubey was doing for me now, a robot engineer is never required to do for a robot. He never motivates a robot! I find a doctor’s work is really a difficult one. They have to maintain a fine balance between being a believer in science and being a believer in God. May be this is the reason why we have even in the most advanced hospitals a place for worship.

With those warm words, Dr. Dubey left me in the ICU room with “keeping faith” as a major change in his prescription for me.

I knew, next morning in the wee hours, they will again take my blood sample. Around eight hours were left with me to show signs of improvement. I wanted to improve as soon as possible not only for the sake of my own good health but most importantly for my family and the people who really cared for me.

Since the first night of my illness, when I met my family doctor, I was feeling, it’s not only me who has actually fallen ill and is in the pain. My whole family and other people who consider me close to themselves were going through a lot of stress and anxiety. None of them took a proper sleep. Their life got confined in between my home and the hospital. They were living every moment in uncertainty.

Let me tell you, living in uncertainty is one of the most unwanted situations to live in, especially when it’s about hanging between death and life. Imagine, on a completely dark and cloudy night, you are driving on a long highway. The highway does not have its own lights. To feel the fear of living in uncertainty, switch-off even the headlights of your car. Now, even if you know the highway is free of curves and turns you will still be fearful about what may come next. Even if, Michael Schumacher is driving for you, the fear of something coming in your way will not let you to continue your drive in complete darkness for more than few seconds. If you can go a long way in this manner, then be assured that you are drunk and allow Michael Schumacher to drive you to your home.

Every moment in our life is a teacher. We keep evolving and learning, sometimes consciously and sometimes sub-consciously. Here, I was learning that my good health is important not only for my own good but also for those who loves me. They really do not like me lying on bed in ICU with a weak body. My health directly influences them. It’s up to me, if I want to offer them a sad and dull life or a happy and prosperous life. So, I decided to face Thrombocytopenia with boldness. Other than antibiotics, “keeping faith”, not giving any attention to a negative thought and igniting a firm desire to not just get well soon but also regain back my above average health standards became my ammunition. I guess, actually it was Dr. Dubey’s additional prescription for me that I decided to employ whole heatedly.

The result of all this was clearly visible in the next day’s morning report, the platelet count rose to seventy five thousand. Dr. Dubey allowed me to say good bye to the ICU room. But, still I was to remain in the hospital for the next two days.

The third day, I was a free bird. Though, not fit enough to fly but at least I was breathing in fresh air. Dr. Dubey wanted to see me again after a week with latest reports.

I visited him alone, drove myself to the hospital, enjoying my favorite Bollywood music. When I met him and showed him the latest reports. Reading and analyzing which he asked me a question, 

“How is the patient doing? I hope he must be improving very fast. You should have brought the patient with you.”

This brought a smile on my face and I said
 “I am the patient…  i was that patient”

Listening this, he took off his eyes from the reports and through his Gandhian style circular shaped spectacles looked at me. And the only thing he said 
“Oh yes, it was you. It’s difficult to believe, ten days back you was in ICU.”

With these words, his small cabin in the big hospital filled with our laughter and I also got a new friend, with more than twice the age of mine.

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Unmarried trying to understand “Marriage”

Marriage is a part of every one’s life. Especially in young India, it seems everyone is getting married or they are planning to get married, those who are already married are left with only one job and that is, attending other’s wedding. If somehow, some people are left, then they become the ones who arrange weddings! The underlining thought is that, these days not even a single person exists who have time to write about this genetically transferred disease from our ancestors to us and commonly called “Marriage” to guide singles. So I’ll, myself take this pain to write something about it.

It is said, marriages are made in heaven. And, we all know, in heaven everything is good and perfect! If this is true, then why we have things like divorce? Don’t you think existence of something called ‘divorce’ proves that even God in the heaven makes mistake. Now, how can God make a mistake? I think, with increasing population, workload involving tying of knots in the heaven has also increased many fold. Imagine, millions of people are waiting in heaven with their application in their hands (before coming to this earth) for whom God has yet to decide a perfect match, balancing their likes and dislikes, so that they won’t quarrel on small things like where they should go for honeymoon, when they should have a baby, what should be the name of that baby and things alike. Finding a perfect combination in millions of humans, each having wide and distinct range of characteristics, forming millions of couples among them, is a gigantic task. As God do not use super-computers for the processing of their applications, anarchy like situation is created in heaven and in such anarchic situations even God makes wrong decisions and tie your knot with a wrong person. But, being a firm believer in God and in his supernatural abilities, I will see, even divorce in a positive manner. Actually, divorce gives two incongruent people one more chance to find a congruent partner for them and also helps two lawyers to earn their bread, clothing, shelter and a 4-wheel drive suv!

You may think, why I am writing soo much about divorces, even when I am unmarried and still I have to go through a marriage to even thing about a divorce. Well, the reason is…

Contrary to a general belief, day by day increasing number of divorces and stories of failed marriages creates stress and anxiety more among singles then married couples. I am saying this because all such stories creates huge pressure on singles to be extremely cautious in searching the person with whom his or her knot was actually tied by God in heaven, as a wrong decision in this matter will make them loose a major part of their youthful life in fighting a lost battle in court.

As if, all this was not enough, one more thing which keeps bugging singles is when to get married? The question may sound simple, but it’s really difficult to decide exactly when one should get married. Keeping things simple, I think, correct time to get married in this highly inflationary economy is when your best friend is also getting married.

Now, please don’t give wings to your imagination, I am not saying this because it will save you money but because of some other reason. Read further to know my reasoning… 

From the day your best friend finds his soul mate, he changes completely! Now, if you call him and ask him to accompany you for a movie, he will add to your knowledge that the movie is not worth watching and he knows this because he has already seen that movie, first day first show with the so called species “soul mate”. Listening this, you say,

“ok, then let’s go for a drive”. To which your friend agrees.

The worst part is, now he will come with his “soul mate”, sitting on the front seat with him. You have no option left, other than taking a back seat. This “soul mate” of your best friend from the first day itself starts making effort to strike you off from the life of her “soul mate”. She actually declares a cold war against you, about which your best friend is not even aware. Moreover, if she loves watching television serials directed by Ekta Kapoor then even God can’t save you, as these serials will give her enough training in planning and plotting against you. You will be left with only one option and that is to stop expecting the quantity and the quality time your best friend used to spend with you.

Sudden exit of your best friend from your life creates a vacuum. Now this will be the best time to start looking for your own soul mate and take a decision to get married. The only problem in this scheme is that if your best friend has also read this, then both of you will keep waiting for the other person to change completely. And both of you may end up living a life on the lines of India’s ex-Prime Minister Mr. Atal Bihari Vajpayee and the President during his time Mr. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam (to remind you, both are still single!).

The word marriage seems to be a synonym for complexity. Every single step towards getting married is full of life threatening situations. But, seeing in reference with the Darwin’s principle “the fittest survive”, the institution called marriage has survived since human being started living and organizing large human societies. No doubt, the road leading to marriage takes you through a bumpy ride, but don’t you think that’s what makes it interesting?

How Delhi Metro Rail Changed The Way People Live In Delhi And Not Just Travel

Around seven years before, going to Delhi with your friends was a heinous crime against your own body. During those days, every time i visited Delhi, headache in the evening while returning to home, was a kind of return gift, from the city. This used to happen because of the high level of air pollution, which was beyond the filtering capabilities of my lungs! But, these days, the use of CNG (Compressed Natural Gas) as a fuel to fuel public transport and more importantly year on year increasing network of Delhi Metro Rail has changed everything. Other than helping people to "migrate locally" (and on daily basis) our Delhi Metro Rail or simply 'METRO' (as any dilliwala calls it) has become an integral and indispensable part of life. In this post, i will try to find out, how metro has changed the way people live and not just travel in India's capital called Dilli.

World over, rail is used as a mass transit system, especially in big, densely populated and concrete jungles. In London, it is called ‘tube’; in New York it is called ‘subway’; in Delhi, keeping things simple it is called ‘metro’. One thing which you will easily notice about metro, in contrast to any public place in India is that it’s very clean and well maintained. I believe, this makes us realize that, we Indians, also have the desire and ability to have hygienic surroundings, neither, we are born polluters nor we have lower hygienic standards, when compared to the natives of developed nations.

Moreover, while exploring metro, you will find that all the stations have some degree of both common and unique architectural design. Common, because on a particular line, all the stations have similar architectural design and unique because different lines have different architecturally designed stations. Certain important stations (important in respect of the number of people they are serving and their geographical location in the city) are actually museums in themselves. For example, Barakhamba station shows “men at work” with the help of ceramic tiles on its more than three stories high walls, INA station shows various textural designs, making you feel as if you are witnessing creations by M. F. Husain. This was a glimpse of internal beauty of stations, externally also, numerous stations provide phenomenal natural view. For example, in the evening, at Mayur Vihar Phase-I metro station, facing towards bank of Yammuna, you can mesmerise yourself with the exceptionally beautiful falling sun behind the farming lands. The sweet warmness of this falling sun, takes away all the tiredness, stress, and worries. Going home and taking a deep sleep seems like a waste of time, as you feel re-energized and fresh. Similarly, when you are not at peace with yourself and need some moments of aloofness, standing at Pragati Maidan metro station, and quietly watching Indian Railways running around 2 kms. away from you, makes you feel that you are out of the sucking life of the city, which is also about running in hurry. Watching those Indian Railway trains running in hurry from a distance makes you feel happy because at least for the time being you are not a part of that hurries and just a quiet observer, observing from a distance.

Metro, is not only meant for observers or loners. Observer and loner are connected in the sense that most of the time observers are also loners, as they are travelling alone they have nothing to do, except making observations! In fact, if you are a lone traveller in metro, there is high degree of chances that you will find a companion. One of my very close friend narrated me his love story, in which metro was the linchpin. The story goes like this… 

Khan saab ki chaaye

In Delhi, whether it’s a chilly morning of January or a hot and humid afternoon of May, there are certain things which become an indispensable part of your life. Other than Delhi Metro Rail, Khan saab ki chaaye is one such indispensable thing at Mandi House, New Delhi. In the freezing winters of Delhi, holding a cup of the chaaye (tea) in your glove-less hands, not only warms up the palm of your hands, but also, with every small sip of it, your whole body, slowly and slowly, becomes warmer. Few minutes before, what was an extreme weather condition becomes a pleasant experience. Instead of shivering in the cold air wave, coming from few hundred kilometers away, lower hills of Himalayas, you start enjoying the kiss of the same cold wave on your cheeks. As one can cut diamond only with another diamond, the same warm cup of chaaye also energizes you to face the extremely warm weather of Delhi. Hot and humid wave fronts of air, locally called ‘Loo’, can do no harm to you, if you are sipping the same, “Khan saab ki chaaye”.

Certain multinational companies run their businesses on the tall claims of delivering customized products and services. For this, they use high end technology, and hire, highly skilled technocrats and management graduates from premier institutes of the world. On the other hand, in the name of technology, our khan saab uses just a stove running on kerosene oil and in the name of human resource, his only teenage son, Shameem, helps him. Unlike employees of multinational companies, Shameem never went to school; therefore, he is not even a school dropout. But, even in such an unpromising condition, Khan saab ki chaaye is one the highly customized product. You ask and he will deliver. Proportion of milk and water, quantity of sugar, quantity of ginger, duration for which the chaaye was boiled are some of the things which can bring great variation to its flavor. I, and my friends prefer “kadak chaaye”. Now, what constitutes it and how it is prepared, only Khan saab has the copyright! Moreover, if you are his regular customer, you are not even required to make an order every time you visit him, he will notice you coming from the distance itself and by the time you reach him, your customized “kadak chaaye” gets ready with the same and the well-known aroma coming from it.

Revisiting Primary Education and Corruption.

Sometime back primary education in India became a fundamental right. Correspondingly, proving education to a child up to 14 years of age became a fundamental duty of every parent. Today, education is seen in our society as a means by which any one can change his or her status in a very short span of time. In fact, in one generation itself a child with education can take his family from rags to riches, from no one to someone special. For example, P. C. Alexander became a union power secretary during the regime of Indira Gandhi, he actually spent his child hood in a village without power, our all time favorite ex-president of India A. P. J. Abdul Kalam used to sell newspapers in his school days. One can easily come across the news that a son of a vegetable seller, after clearing the civil services examination reaches to the corridors of power. These may be the specific examples, but, in general also we can easily prove that education of a child can completely transform the destination of his or her family.

However, there is a hidden monster in this. This monster lies in the fact of increasing commercialization of our education. By ‘Commercialization of Education’ I do not mean only the profit motive of private schools. These days, people measure ones education in terms of the perks one get. Salary of a graduate from IIM become news and often printed in bold and large font size. What should be a secret affair between the recruiter and the recruit actually becomes an advertisement for both. I am not against ones expectation of economical upliftment from education. But, too much obsession with this economical aspect creates distortions in society. Corruption, which is increasingly becoming a white collar crime is one such distortion.

Recent cases of corruption and misappropriation of money like in management of games, allocation of spectrum, frauds in a private multinational bank involves higher officials of the organizations. Being at higher level of organizational hierarchy, they know and understand rules and regulations very well that it is just a cake walk for them to manipulate them. These are the people who are already blessed with enough financial resources and living a life, which a common man can’t even imagine. What could be the reason behind there deviance? I can find only one reason and that is obsession for more and more money or in a single word ‘GREED’.

But, again a question comes in our mind, what could be the cause of this greed. After thinking a lot about the probable cause behind it I can figure out only one reason and that is absence of values and ethics in ones conduct in the professional affairs. Their goal of having more and more become too important that they do not care about the means they pursue to achieve them. And, I think this happens because from the childhood itself they were not given those values and ethics. They involve themselves in a rat race and even destroy their family bonds.

I believe, the problem of today's institutionalized corruption cannot be overcome without the strengthening of values and ethics from the childhood itself. By stressing on this aspect in primary education a change can be expected from within. It’s a process of developing ones persona, not just personality. And responsibility for this lies equally on schools, media and more importantly on parents. This seems to me an only solution to overcome the challenge of present day institutionalized corruption especially, in the environment of consumerism, where people live life on credit cards!

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