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The three doors were decorated with bunch of dried mango leaves. God only knew what that actually signifies. Neither did I make an effort to frame a query regarding the same. 8 lean pillars, wrapped with long stripes of leaves supported the thatched dry leaves of roof that led to the entrance door.

The two side doors with bright blue hue with a bronze orange main door in the middle presented an enchanting outlook. Inside laid the dark red cemented floor, as gloomy as its color. The rooms that lay awaiting us wove a sinister design.

Only a single window, the smallest of its kind to usher the glory of morning’s rays and fresh air was it set up with. The very room meant for luggage or kind of store room was ghostly and siren without even a bulb. The bedroom has but a dimly lit bulb. The iridescent rays that it glimmered only hypnotized its’ so called inhabitants.

The bathroom, crammed with mosquitoes, would I ascribe as over-ventilated on account of it being roofless. The rust- laden latches of the two toilets was a lurid indication of it being out of use for quite a span of time. Both were deprived of lighting facilities. This nailed into our brains to put an abrupt ban to move towards it after dusk.

Every dream of or need of water would be encountered by the fact of one having to flung the bucket deep down a well of 5 meter or so. It is rather a good exercise to pull it with all our might, but not when one drearily returns from field.

The walk to the host farmer’s field was nothing but nauseating. Won’t it be obvious when queues of human excreta welcome us on either side of the road? For a moment, I tried withholding my breath. But for how long am I going to continue?

For a day or so, I was awestruck by the conditions of my would -be house. The thought of prioritizing the problems and the consequent solutions sprang to me but at a later instant. The problems after careful scrutiny were nothing of a kind that cannot be solved. A little compromise, a bit of adjustment, a tinge of self contentment and yet a part of problem solving tactics were all that needs to be blended.

Be My Accomplice

I will be the Morning Glory to greet you.

And you be my Sweet Alyssum.

Emanate bouquet of your Rosy fragrance.

Blend me with your sweet taste of Stevia.

Propel me into the firmament above with your Daisy scent.

Don’t intercrop me with incompatible an intercrop.

Neither let me stand melancholy a monoculture crop,

Nor let me struggle in haphazard a mixed cropping,

Dive me not into the intricacy of multitier cropping,

But you be my accomplice a companion crop,

And we’ll flourish on mutual benefits,

For as long as our soil nourishes and nurtures us.

Youth Unemployment

The problems of unemployment are taking its toll more or less rapidly and soon it would plague the nation with unprecedented tension and lapses if proper measures are not initiated at this manageable stage. It has remained our government’s prime concern over the years and talks of unemployment are a major issue, especially Youth Unemployment.

A large group of youngsters are found leisurely walking or roaming along the streets, commenting and criticizing the passersby, either intoxicating themselves or involving in anti-social activities. The recent trends of a number of stab cases, incessant burglary cases and violence are nothing but the consequence of unemployment. It is indeed the machinery of unemployment that is directly or indirectly driving youth into the pool of violence and anti-social activities.

But what are the likely causes or the root cause for unemployment? Some of the likely causes may be enlisted as follows;

a)      The inefficient capacity of the Industries to generate ample employment despite its rapid rate of expansion in the recent years.

b)      Lack of adequate knowledge, skills and values in an individual which duly make them unfit for the kind of work they prefer or which they get offered.

c)       Inadequacy in the education system to provide skill oriented education or learning processes which otherwise would have equipped the students with the necessary skills suitable for any work.

d)      Prejudice or bias against blue collar jobs from the job seekers despite their educational qualification.

e)      Inability of the government to provide necessary and adequate training to the energetic youngsters who possess tremendous potentiality to perform almost all kinds of work.

f)       Employment of so many foreign workers or laborers at the construction sites and many other fields while our country possesses enough man power for the same. This accounts for the outflow of major share of our income. Had this system been ceased, simultaneously the money saved may be diverted for augmenting the pay of our workers. Then it would have provided a platform where people would readily join any work as long as they get paid, and hence eliminate the discrimination of works.

g)      Lack of work spirit in people where almost everyone in this modernized and advanced world would prefer a job involving minimal effort or a sedentary one and on the contrary expect more salary. Lapse or such mindset of people would greatly contribute to the crisis of unemployment.

h)      The incompetency of an individual candidate to work in the sector opted.

i)        Lack of financial assistance and confidence on part of youth to start their own venture and or private business or organization.

j)        Lack of innovative ideas in the amateur youth.

k)      Resistance from youth to join private organizations considering it undependable.

Nevertheless, the advent of a new era, the dawn of a new political organization and the promise of our new Prime Minister to provide 100 percent employment are reassuring. We the youth expect that the dawn of this era will duly emanate radiance on the prevailing pitfall.

Well, it’s the duty of the government to arrange for every possibility of employment generation. However, the true purpose can only be met if we the youth inculcate in us the values, skills, knowledge and innovative ideas or all the essential qualities which the employment generation sector demand.

The Plea

I stroll my path towards East,

And I tread my journey towards West,

But I have only an urge to be met;

To be hoarded in the burrows of your heart.

I encountered millions on the journey of my life,

And I slid a glance into thousands,

But so vivid a conclusion have I drawn;

None have the clandestine charm that you do in your eyes.

Now I lay here with a plea to be made,

A wish to be granted,

A dream to be fulfilled;

To be encapsulated in the warmth of your love,

To be sealed inside the boundary of your affection,

And to be trapped inside the cage of your heart for eternity.