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The Poor Will Remain Unemployed... Poor

I sat the whole day in interviews today. I guess I met some 65 people today, most of them from extremely poor families. Today was the first time in my last 20 years that I came across qualified ITI certificate holders (most of them having over 75% scores) who continue to work as farmers and coolies (load bearers). If I spend too much time thinking about them, I will probably get into depression. 


But there is hope. That entire hope rests on one man’s determination to change the way we Indian’s get educated. I have great belief in Kapil Sibal. I am not sure whether ten years down the line the results of planned changes will change the life of the poor who are the outcastes in this country with limited access to the entire support systems of food, education and healthcare. Whatever be the future, it cannot be worse than the present.


Honorable Sir, the hopes and wishes of a million Indians ride on you. You have the power to affect our future. We are with you. 


I also thank God for helping me by giving me birth in a family who could afford three times food and upper middle class education to their children. I wish I could help the poor someway.


Thank you God and God Bless you Mr.Minister.

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  1. From Monjit (A friend of mine and an HR professional)...

    "I went through the same while hiring for Schneider(underprivileged female candidates) .... As a recruiter you understand what pleasure it is to give a job to the needful and also what impact does rejection have when the option are limited11:13 am"

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