Right now, nobody knows what will be the outcome of the 2009 General Elections. But one thing is clear for sure that these Elections would be remembered for the various disgraceful comments made by the top leaders of the country.
The irony lies in the word itself -- leader. Where are our country's leaders leading us? Towards communalism when the whole world is making attempts to exchange cultures, regionalism when our main concern should be to resolve the unresolved border issues with Pakistan and China, and "encouraging" us to take up arms against each other when we actually need to fight against poverty , unemployment and above all combat international terrrorism. Our leaders have forgotton the story that a bundle of sticks toghether could not be broken where as a single alone broke easily. They seem to return to the British philosophy of "Divide And Rule".
Okie....we live in a Hindu country nad we love our religion but are the Singers of "We-Love-Hinduism-More-Than-Anything" song so weak in their faith in the roots of their religion which forces them to make threatening other religions of the country.
Not just this-- so many "tickets" have been given to candidates who have legal cases pending against them. Doesn't really makes a difference to us if only two candidates were denied tickets and that too because of a number 9 Reebok shoe! Its like taking a cup out of the sea.
Again we have our leaders who have Politically Royal last names and people are so illiterate as to decipher a simple fact that their candidates are not really helping them grow. And actually nobody cares! Recently, a freind of mine suggested me that just being 18 yrs of age should not be taken as a criteria for voting rather school Pass Certificates and that too till +2 level should be made the criteria for Universal Adult Franchise of Voting. If you have the Certificate, you get your Voter ID Card too. Implement this and see how "passionately" our politicians work to get the whole country educated.
Amendments of this kind should be made to bring a change. Their should be educational qualification and an age of retirement set for the politicians too. But unfortunately who will hlp us make these changes because they would go against the very people who are in-charge of makng such laws. And above all Election Commission should be made an autonomous institution capable of making its own laws and implementing them. How can the Commission, regulated by laws made by politicians, work effectively to regulate the politicians themselves!! And most importantly, the number of political parties should be limited. Ever heard of Too many cooks, spoil the broth??
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Blasts And Babus
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......
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......
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.
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