Gone are the days when "terror-attacks" used to create 'terror'. Today they create 'anger'....anger against a hollow security system and "an-educated-but-unintelligent" group of leaders who are playing "Vote do- Vote do" games over the victims of such serial attacks.
And why not? The total figures of all the blasts this year are literally screaming over top of "blasts' noises". In the last six months, there have been 58 blasts, killing around250 people and leaving around 660 injured(may be, some with life long disabilities) across 9 cities. This plus the recent 'hijacking of the 3 most prestigious 5-star hotels of the country.
The terrorists have set an example for our leaders to follow. Now, don't you have a "What the hell are you saying?" kind of an expression on your face. Of course, they have. They are not choosing places to blast according to region or religion. They are just doing it. And doing it everywhere - be it metros like Mumbai, New Delhi, Bangalore or developing cities like Jaipur,Ahmedabad,Kanpur or small places like Modassa,Malegaon,Imphal and Guwahati. See the North-East is not neglected by the terrorists at least. They do their work honestly- irrespective of cast, color, religion,sex, or financial status!! Thank God! In a corrupted country like India, at least somebody's honest and sincere.
Now lets move to the spotlight to the Babus of our nation- Sardarji, Patil Babu, Advani Babu, and not to forget Sonia Bhabhiji. Better late than never-- Patul Babu has resigned. God Bless him! But Sardarji and Bhabhiji are still consoling the nation "on the camera". Off the camera, there's nobody like Big Boss watching them. And while the duo are busy finding excuses and saving face over this "terro-resulting-in-anger" thing, its a golden opportunity for "our very own Hindu" Advani Babu to impress and cajole the people to vote them so that they can reimplement POTA-kota, and punish all the "muslim" terrorists.
But, keeping in view, the present situation, it doesn't matter who is the Babu of Babus at the PM's residence, coz the terrorists are acting smart enough to fool all of them. The "hijacking" of hotels have proved it and shown the people in the backseats of Mercedes that they are not safer than the passengers ofthe local trains. For a quick and full-proof action over the issue, I request Obama....oops...Osama Bin Laden and his brothers of different terror groups to plan a serial blast over these Babus irrespective of the political parties they belong to!!Plzzz......
Sunday, December 7, 2008
HE is.....
He is the first reddening of my cheeks.He is the freshness of my face. He is my speeding heartbeat. He is a twist in my stomach. He is the cold at the back of my neck. He is a tremble in my legs.
He is the name that's always on my lips.He is the face in all other boys i meet. He is a wish that i wish every morning. He is a thought that haunts me all day long. He is the lullaby that puts me to sleep. He is the dream i see every night.
He is my company when i am alone. He is the memory that turns me on. If his missed call is a smile on my face, his SMS is a bigger one. His phone-call is a strong hot coffee on a winter night. His voice is a remote that mutes all other sounds.
He is the kaajal that i wear. He is the shine in my open hair. He is a melodious song in my ear. He is the 'change' i ,now, appear. He is the taste developing in me. He is a new passion in my life. He is the glasses that has beautified my world. He is the patience, coz of which i am still holding on.
He is also the first tear in my eyes. He is the pain in my heart. He is the false hope that i cherish. He is,at times, the anger i can't bear. He is a joke that makes me cry. He is the betrayal to which i am still loyal.
He is a lesson in my life, half-learnt. He is a dilemma, i cannot come out of. He is the afterglow, i am living in. He is the transformation in me. He is Immortal in me. He is "Only He".
HE IS MY FIRST LOVE.....
He is the name that's always on my lips.He is the face in all other boys i meet. He is a wish that i wish every morning. He is a thought that haunts me all day long. He is the lullaby that puts me to sleep. He is the dream i see every night.
He is my company when i am alone. He is the memory that turns me on. If his missed call is a smile on my face, his SMS is a bigger one. His phone-call is a strong hot coffee on a winter night. His voice is a remote that mutes all other sounds.
He is the kaajal that i wear. He is the shine in my open hair. He is a melodious song in my ear. He is the 'change' i ,now, appear. He is the taste developing in me. He is a new passion in my life. He is the glasses that has beautified my world. He is the patience, coz of which i am still holding on.
He is also the first tear in my eyes. He is the pain in my heart. He is the false hope that i cherish. He is,at times, the anger i can't bear. He is a joke that makes me cry. He is the betrayal to which i am still loyal.
He is a lesson in my life, half-learnt. He is a dilemma, i cannot come out of. He is the afterglow, i am living in. He is the transformation in me. He is Immortal in me. He is "Only He".
HE IS MY FIRST LOVE.....
Monday, November 3, 2008
New Age Politics
Recent incidents in political circles have brought into view, a new form of politics that is developing in India.It may be called that this is the latest "avtaar" of the already popular "vote-bank" politics in India.
Earlier the country was divided on the basis of religion but now the new line of division emerging is that of "region"-South Indians/North Indians vs West Indians(and may be other matches would be soon in action,too). Bal Thackeray and nephew Raj Thackeray are blaming Amitabh Bachchan and other North Indians(specially from U.P. and Bihar) for settling in Mumbai(and Maharashtra) and taking up all the jobs and creating unemployment problems for the Maharashtrians. The Thackerays, in the meanwhile, forgot about lacs of NRM(Non-Resident Maharashtrians) living outside the state for years and may be for generations(who knows they might be creating problems for the natives there!!)
Earlier the country was divided on the basis of religion but now the new line of division emerging is that of "region"-South Indians/North Indians vs West Indians(and may be other matches would be soon in action,too). Bal Thackeray and nephew Raj Thackeray are blaming Amitabh Bachchan and other North Indians(specially from U.P. and Bihar) for settling in Mumbai(and Maharashtra) and taking up all the jobs and creating unemployment problems for the Maharashtrians. The Thackerays, in the meanwhile, forgot about lacs of NRM(Non-Resident Maharashtrians) living outside the state for years and may be for generations(who knows they might be creating problems for the natives there!!)
This kind of politics is absolutely wrong. It is anti-national, divisive and destructive in nature.
Mamta Banerjee was successful in driving out Tata's Nano factory out of Bengal but she did that at the cost of the development and industrialisation of the whole of West Bengal. Her actions and her success has raised questions and may affect the Chinese investors who are looking forward to investing in India. The young engineers of Bengal and other neighbouring states had a nice opportunity but it was all sacrificed on the altar of "vote-bank politics".
Political parties like MNS, Shiv Sena, Trinamool Congress, and other such parties which have control over the local people of a state, don't want to lose their "vote-banks" and thus work according to such ideologies. They need to be reminded that they are responsible for managing a region and in turn a country so they ought not to use such measures which hampers the country's progress- industrially, economically, and nationalistically.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
The Diwali That Lighted Up My Life
Ah! Finally it was there - Diwali. And i was excited about it more than anyother year. Because my celebrations would'nt just end with Diwali. It would continue even after that when i would go for vacations to my aunt's place in Chicago just for chilling. So i got up early that day, ready for shopping that i had been planning for the last two weeks.
Ther were sales going on everywhere but because i wanted the best of evrything this year, i went to The Indera's, one of the best showrooms in town. But as i reached there ,i found garbage littered all around the street and was filled with disgust at the sight. I entered the air-conditioned showroom and heaved a great sigh. But it was atest of my patience when they asked me to wait for a while as it was all crowded. It would have been difficult had it not been for the man outside the showroom.
He was in his mid-50s, not at all handsome, nor was he wearing good clothes, rather he was scarcely dressed in all torn clothes and wearing two different slippers in each foot. But there was something peculiar, something strangein his expression and his body language which attracted my attention. The way he was holding his bag, which i supposed was filled with the same kind of rags that he was wearing, surprised me. He held them as if they were more than any thing to him in the world. He was staring at the showroom much before i found him, and his eyes told me that he was not eyeing the people coming out of the showroom with bags full of branded clothes, with greed, but with sarcasm.
Suddenly something happened which changed my way of living life forever. The man got pushed by a car that was passing by him. He fell, along with his bag and all the things came out of it. I was shocked and ashamed at the same time by what he did. Instead of reacting anything to the driver of the car, he silently picked up each and everything that had fallen down - a couple of ragged clothes, few packets which had pieces of bread and other eatables in small quantity, and another pair of wrongly matched shoes -- his world had shattered over the place and he was putting it all toghether in despair.
And what was i doing? Going to buy clothes even after having a cupboard full of them? And was going to eat a six coarse meal after my shopping was done? I bought a pair of trousers and a shirt and gave it to the man as diwali gift, and gave him some money too, and went home empty-handed but with lessons that would last for a lifetime.
On the day of Diwali, i wore a dress which kept hanging all the time for three years just because i did'nt like its color. And canclled the trip to Chicago and donated half the money to a NGO. My friend said i had gone crazy cancelling the trip but then, it would take them many Diwalis to have the wisdom that i had now.
Ther were sales going on everywhere but because i wanted the best of evrything this year, i went to The Indera's, one of the best showrooms in town. But as i reached there ,i found garbage littered all around the street and was filled with disgust at the sight. I entered the air-conditioned showroom and heaved a great sigh. But it was atest of my patience when they asked me to wait for a while as it was all crowded. It would have been difficult had it not been for the man outside the showroom.
He was in his mid-50s, not at all handsome, nor was he wearing good clothes, rather he was scarcely dressed in all torn clothes and wearing two different slippers in each foot. But there was something peculiar, something strangein his expression and his body language which attracted my attention. The way he was holding his bag, which i supposed was filled with the same kind of rags that he was wearing, surprised me. He held them as if they were more than any thing to him in the world. He was staring at the showroom much before i found him, and his eyes told me that he was not eyeing the people coming out of the showroom with bags full of branded clothes, with greed, but with sarcasm.
Suddenly something happened which changed my way of living life forever. The man got pushed by a car that was passing by him. He fell, along with his bag and all the things came out of it. I was shocked and ashamed at the same time by what he did. Instead of reacting anything to the driver of the car, he silently picked up each and everything that had fallen down - a couple of ragged clothes, few packets which had pieces of bread and other eatables in small quantity, and another pair of wrongly matched shoes -- his world had shattered over the place and he was putting it all toghether in despair.
And what was i doing? Going to buy clothes even after having a cupboard full of them? And was going to eat a six coarse meal after my shopping was done? I bought a pair of trousers and a shirt and gave it to the man as diwali gift, and gave him some money too, and went home empty-handed but with lessons that would last for a lifetime.
On the day of Diwali, i wore a dress which kept hanging all the time for three years just because i did'nt like its color. And canclled the trip to Chicago and donated half the money to a NGO. My friend said i had gone crazy cancelling the trip but then, it would take them many Diwalis to have the wisdom that i had now.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Incredible India!!
Just the next day after large hoardings of a life-size picture of Orissa CM, Navin Patanaik, with the words ---"Nua Orissa, Navin ra Asaa" (New Orissa, Navin's Hope)-- were placed all over our city, news of communal riots all over the state started flowing in. Incredible!! Is'nt it?
When the word "Secular" was inserted in the Preamble of our constitution by the 42nd Amendment in 1976, it gave the people right to profess , practice and propagate the religion of their own choice and also meant that all the religions will be equally respected. But, today, after 30 yrs, it does'nt seem that the Preamble holds any significance in the country. The killing of Swami Laxmananda and the subsequent events prove the same and expose the negative elements of our society before us. By attacking schools, which lessons do they wish to impart-- COMMUNALISM?
Everyone here is "seduced" by the power of power. Each small thing is dug to make a big issue out of it and then the politicians plunge into it to soil the reputation of the other, rather than solving the problem toghether. If this kind of politics continued in our country then we can never hope to be a developed country by 2020.
Take for example, the Nuclear Deal. The Deal allows India for trading separately with individual countries and still have the independence to conduct its own researches and teats, but the Opposition and the Left were determined to oppose it and without looking at its benefits for the country, said that the "Government has sold the country".
Another issue which troubles me a lot is that of reservations made on the basis of caste and that too in institutions of higher education and government jobs. Reservations should be made at the primary level for the "financially weaker" sections of the society and must be funded by the government so that the foundation is stron. Not at the IITs, IIMs, AIIMS, et al which are meant for researches and hence the progress of the country.
"UNITY IN DIVERSITY"-- at school we used to write this about India in our essays. But, today, with communal riots, reservations and power-oriented politics, there is a rise among the faction of society which are threatening this unity.
Nevertheless, amazingly we have succeeded in retaining this unity to some extent and wish the same for the future. Amen
When the word "Secular" was inserted in the Preamble of our constitution by the 42nd Amendment in 1976, it gave the people right to profess , practice and propagate the religion of their own choice and also meant that all the religions will be equally respected. But, today, after 30 yrs, it does'nt seem that the Preamble holds any significance in the country. The killing of Swami Laxmananda and the subsequent events prove the same and expose the negative elements of our society before us. By attacking schools, which lessons do they wish to impart-- COMMUNALISM?
Everyone here is "seduced" by the power of power. Each small thing is dug to make a big issue out of it and then the politicians plunge into it to soil the reputation of the other, rather than solving the problem toghether. If this kind of politics continued in our country then we can never hope to be a developed country by 2020.
Take for example, the Nuclear Deal. The Deal allows India for trading separately with individual countries and still have the independence to conduct its own researches and teats, but the Opposition and the Left were determined to oppose it and without looking at its benefits for the country, said that the "Government has sold the country".
Another issue which troubles me a lot is that of reservations made on the basis of caste and that too in institutions of higher education and government jobs. Reservations should be made at the primary level for the "financially weaker" sections of the society and must be funded by the government so that the foundation is stron. Not at the IITs, IIMs, AIIMS, et al which are meant for researches and hence the progress of the country.
"UNITY IN DIVERSITY"-- at school we used to write this about India in our essays. But, today, with communal riots, reservations and power-oriented politics, there is a rise among the faction of society which are threatening this unity.
Nevertheless, amazingly we have succeeded in retaining this unity to some extent and wish the same for the future. Amen
Friday, October 17, 2008
The Irony Of Life
I barely had an idea that i would fall in love when i first saw Prem on a beautiful summer morning in G. He wore a babypink slimfit shirt over his jeans and a cap and--- a smile to die for.
I was there attending a marriage and i think the atmosphere plays a great role in making you fall for someone. The various little functions that they have and our small interactions between them told me that he was a close friend of my relative's family at S. in G., had given his 12th boards the same year, loved dancing, and had two younger sisters. Then on the day of the marriage, came the moment-- he complemeted me with agesture of his and as they say--
we never forget those who make us blush-- I had actually blushed for the first time in my life and this was the time i feel i had started falling for him. He also gave me a red rose (casually) afterwards which i was stupid to refuse(I advice all of u never to refuse a red rose by a cute boy like Prem, you would regret it later ;) ) We became good friends and i was so glad when i learnt that we had our birthdays with a gap of jst one day. He called up almost regularly and i had loads to tell him but somehow could say nothing while talking to him.
The same year i entered college and quickly found a best friend in Nisha. and then slowly in Michelle.-- they kind of completed my life and i felt blessed and i knew this was the best year of my life.
But, now i think I am too quick to judge people and too easily rejoice over things. Because that was'nt the best year of my life in the sense that I found people who meant to me more than anything in the world(then). It was the best year of my life because I learnt life n saw the darker sides of it too.
Eight months after i met Prem, I proposed to him and eight months later he told me that he loved me too! One may think that it might have been the best moment of my life but not after you have learnt that the second eight months period was like HELL for me. My SO-CALLED-BEST-FRIEND-Nisha.- was flirting with MY-LOVE-Prem, and she told me that its "me" that they were talking about. Prem told me that Nisha is not a nice girl and still kept contact with her. And I was off to vacationing thinking all the time about HIM and visiting different malls to find the best birthday gift i can for HER. Like a pendulum my faith oscillated between the two and then after a series of discoveries it rested on Prem. And after all the mental torture of sixteen months i got peace only for three months when Prem. used to talk sweet things to me( He asked me a couple of times if I was mad, and I would say,--Yes, I am mad.MAD ABOUT HIM.) After which I found that he was still in contact with the girl who had taught me to ACTUALLY HATE!!
The last time I called him up I was not sneaking out, rather it was in front of Nisha. with other students listening into everything I was saying.I was told that i over-react and that I was at fault for introducing her to him. Also i was told to go to HELL and never call back. What hurt me the most was not the THINGS THAT HE TOLD, rather THE WAY HE TOLD THEM. He was shouting and i could not bear that and it scared me and i cried for the next few days. May be i over-react at times , but am sure i made a mistake being friends with Nisha., and a greater mistake introducing her to him. But then, i never knew, ANYTHING AS BAD AS BACKSTABBING AND A BETRAYAL WOULD HAPPEN TO ME. I am living in HELL and have never called him up. Its he who has called up all the times, whenever we have talked after that, but nothing is as it was before.
FAITH-- IT GROWS ONLY WHEN YOU USE IT. This quote sounds beautiful, right?? But when i read it, I was like--" Huh?? Do they know my story?" What happened to MY FAITH? I used it more than ever in my life for the first time and now i dont have FAITH ON FAITH. I have learnt about irony at college, but LIFE IS THE BIGGEST IRONY one can ever learn.
Two most important people--- I DONT WANT to talk to one, and I CANNOT talk to another. One has taught me to HATE, and another to LOVE. Both have played on with me in their own ways, but still there is a difference of feelings towards them. Dunno why? I hate HER for doing so and will always have that grudge against her. But HIM, I cant hate him. But I dont like him either. I still respect him as a person. He was truthful in a sense that i still dont understand and he knew me in a way-- i over-react. expect too much, and am a bit mad too.
I know love is a beautiful feeling but i dont want to experience it any more (may be because i wont be able to love anyone in the same manner again). I know i cant live without a friend to share my feelings with but at the same time i dont want to confide in anyone now(except Michelle, she's been on my side all the time and will always be). Anyways, after all said and done, I have learnt many things and i have grown wiser. I have learnt two things that in spite of all odds LIFE GOES ON and that LIFE ITSELF TEACHES LIFE.
I was there attending a marriage and i think the atmosphere plays a great role in making you fall for someone. The various little functions that they have and our small interactions between them told me that he was a close friend of my relative's family at S. in G., had given his 12th boards the same year, loved dancing, and had two younger sisters. Then on the day of the marriage, came the moment-- he complemeted me with agesture of his and as they say--
we never forget those who make us blush-- I had actually blushed for the first time in my life and this was the time i feel i had started falling for him. He also gave me a red rose (casually) afterwards which i was stupid to refuse(I advice all of u never to refuse a red rose by a cute boy like Prem, you would regret it later ;) ) We became good friends and i was so glad when i learnt that we had our birthdays with a gap of jst one day. He called up almost regularly and i had loads to tell him but somehow could say nothing while talking to him.
The same year i entered college and quickly found a best friend in Nisha. and then slowly in Michelle.-- they kind of completed my life and i felt blessed and i knew this was the best year of my life.
But, now i think I am too quick to judge people and too easily rejoice over things. Because that was'nt the best year of my life in the sense that I found people who meant to me more than anything in the world(then). It was the best year of my life because I learnt life n saw the darker sides of it too.
Eight months after i met Prem, I proposed to him and eight months later he told me that he loved me too! One may think that it might have been the best moment of my life but not after you have learnt that the second eight months period was like HELL for me. My SO-CALLED-BEST-FRIEND-Nisha.- was flirting with MY-LOVE-Prem, and she told me that its "me" that they were talking about. Prem told me that Nisha is not a nice girl and still kept contact with her. And I was off to vacationing thinking all the time about HIM and visiting different malls to find the best birthday gift i can for HER. Like a pendulum my faith oscillated between the two and then after a series of discoveries it rested on Prem. And after all the mental torture of sixteen months i got peace only for three months when Prem. used to talk sweet things to me( He asked me a couple of times if I was mad, and I would say,--Yes, I am mad.MAD ABOUT HIM.) After which I found that he was still in contact with the girl who had taught me to ACTUALLY HATE!!
The last time I called him up I was not sneaking out, rather it was in front of Nisha. with other students listening into everything I was saying.I was told that i over-react and that I was at fault for introducing her to him. Also i was told to go to HELL and never call back. What hurt me the most was not the THINGS THAT HE TOLD, rather THE WAY HE TOLD THEM. He was shouting and i could not bear that and it scared me and i cried for the next few days. May be i over-react at times , but am sure i made a mistake being friends with Nisha., and a greater mistake introducing her to him. But then, i never knew, ANYTHING AS BAD AS BACKSTABBING AND A BETRAYAL WOULD HAPPEN TO ME. I am living in HELL and have never called him up. Its he who has called up all the times, whenever we have talked after that, but nothing is as it was before.
FAITH-- IT GROWS ONLY WHEN YOU USE IT. This quote sounds beautiful, right?? But when i read it, I was like--" Huh?? Do they know my story?" What happened to MY FAITH? I used it more than ever in my life for the first time and now i dont have FAITH ON FAITH. I have learnt about irony at college, but LIFE IS THE BIGGEST IRONY one can ever learn.
Two most important people--- I DONT WANT to talk to one, and I CANNOT talk to another. One has taught me to HATE, and another to LOVE. Both have played on with me in their own ways, but still there is a difference of feelings towards them. Dunno why? I hate HER for doing so and will always have that grudge against her. But HIM, I cant hate him. But I dont like him either. I still respect him as a person. He was truthful in a sense that i still dont understand and he knew me in a way-- i over-react. expect too much, and am a bit mad too.
I know love is a beautiful feeling but i dont want to experience it any more (may be because i wont be able to love anyone in the same manner again). I know i cant live without a friend to share my feelings with but at the same time i dont want to confide in anyone now(except Michelle, she's been on my side all the time and will always be). Anyways, after all said and done, I have learnt many things and i have grown wiser. I have learnt two things that in spite of all odds LIFE GOES ON and that LIFE ITSELF TEACHES LIFE.
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