Patna – uninhibited

While reading through the headlines today, I came across a news item wherein  a girl who was gang-raped by 3 people was chasing them on the road in broad day-light without caring for her for nudity. She was eager to catch those culprits before they could set off. No one, not even a single person tried to stop those culprits and they got away. One of them was eventually nabbed by the police, as they quote.

What is happening in Bihar, particularly in Patna. This is the second such incident which was witnessed by hundreds of by-passers and no one intervened or questioned the wrong-doing. I guess it is no more habituated by human beings. Either they all are animals, or hizdas or just consider themselves nomads.

In my view, those 3 should be tied to a pole and stoned till death. Their crime does not impose such a ruthless punishment but it is with such a pity that I am writing this that the entire society has molded itself around this crazy existence. Where are human beings, did they all die? Was there not a single person who could stop them from escaping, what a shame?

These people does not deserve Democracy, they need a Chandragupta accompanied by Chanakya. Cut their throats for doing such a heinous crime. Shame on that government, people (animals) and the land of the law.

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Back to IMPERIALISM!

SRK’s detention in Newark is not just unfortunate incident, it brings me back the Western imperialistic mind-frame to the forefront. He might not be a Gandhi that he situation requires such an uproar nor his ethnicity have to bear the brunt. For me its more Indian than any other paraphernalia.

Kalam was detained briefly in our own country and yet Continental was able to fly on our skies. The deplore was a mere rhetoric than action. It is a national shame than it hurts to be a Muslim. Call it ‘procedural’ or ‘routine’, these incidents strongly bear a stamp of imperialism. I pity such individuals who still live under that presumption of ‘domination’ as they go back to their toilets and forget that they clean their own buts every time.

This is not a over-cry or media exaggeration (of course they love to feed on this stuff), it is a mere protest against those individuals whose acts resonates imperialist behaviorism. No protest goes to the table these days unless there is economical impact, be it SRK, Kalam or Sudan. Had we banned Continental across the globe as ‘united Indian’ the protest would have been stronger and bring down those perverts to kneels, licking our buts.

Gandhi’s tool of Satyagraha has to be transformed into 21st century’s new norms. From Satya to Economics, the protest should be more of ‘Economicagraha’, hitting the bulls-eye at the center; making them cry, weep, kneel and ultimately surrender, again Imperialism Vs Imperialism, only this time its with a cause.

Jai Hind

One song that always fills tears in my eyes and brings those glimpses of black and white pictures of freedom fighters ruthlessly beaten by atrocious British soldiers.

aye mere vatan ke logon
zara aankh mein bhar lo paani

jo shaheed hue hain unki
zara yaad karo qurbaani

Rendering her sweet voice mixed with the pain and agony of those great people who put their lives in the fore-front of freedom struggle, Lata Mangeshker is ever successful in bringing those memories to all of us, even today.

I was born 26 years after we were free and yet a strange thought of revived nationalism and patriotic sense muse our faces on every August 15th. I remember those golden school days where a weeks worth of preparations to celebrate our Independence Day were filled with enthusiasm, zeal and pride. Rainbow had only three colors and our class walls were filled with great leaders of the past. Indian maps were decorated with everything that we can think of. Sweet packets being packed the night before to be distributed the next day while the senior kids are in charge of making sure the confetti is sprinkled through the air when the national flag is unfurled.

When Vande Mataram was resurrected and resonated between the school walls and loud speakers else where nonchalantly sounding patriotic songs through the air. August being the best month with respect to climate in Hyderabad, had always been an icing on the cake. Bright orange Sun shredding luminous white light through fresh green trees remembered everyone of nationalism and the glory of tri-color.

Kids in all kinds of uniform was the norm till noon that day across every galli, every mohalla and every road. There was never a feeling of religion, cast, creed, status, race or color during the celebrations and every hand was only painted, Indian.

Those memories are rich treasures safely locked inside my heart and head and pop up on our Independence Day. One day I will be an American by law and being a ‘citizen’ I have to respect the law of the land and abide by its good and bad times. Nevertheless, no power on this earth shall take away my memories, the ‘nationalist’ childhood which I am privileged to have.

Nothing on this planet shall repay the debt that we have to our great leaders of the past, but..

my eyes are filled with glorified tears, thinking them, consoling,  being and Indian at heart, yesterday, today and tomorrow and ever.

Jo Shaheed huye hein unki, zara yaad karo qurbani…

Jai Hind and Happy Independence day to every one.

I was like.. a Decade late !

We all went to Smoky last weekend cordially joined by my cousin and her family from Kentucky. Overall the trip was a nice experience. Kids had some good time and everyone specially enjoyed the cabin-stay.

With occasional ‘bear-sights’ the trip had its own memories, but the best one still remain crossing the little stream full of rocks on our way to Cedar Cove. Lakshmi and I were crossing this nature’s small beauty hand in had and it then stuck to me, wow! I am just a decade late in doing this thing.

It was far more than romantic to put ourselves knee deep in rushing cold water, smoothing the edges of rocks as they pass every second with a strange and melodious music when it hits the floor and a wonderful display of natural grays and whites. Be it small, but I will forever cherish this moment that I spent with Lakshmi for years to come and feel sorry for her that the hand she held was decade older.

Pig, Politics & More..

Thanks to TV-9 free telecast (for time-being) in USA on Dish Network. Lately I have been watching bits and pieces of the 24/7 News channel and I am literally shocked to see of what is happening back in India.

  1. A pig was doing rounds in a temple and people have decided to build a temple for that creature as they think that it is ‘divine’ now. I guess we need to send all the stray animals in India into temples to make sure they are taken care of. No need for temples, just treat them humanely.
  2. A fake link was established between Jr.NTR’s party with an accident by someone and the Media had been feeding on this fodder for quite a while. The ethics of Media were so low that a Buffalo would be proud of eating ‘just grass’.
  3. Rosaiah had questioned Muddu Krishnama Naidu if he is a ‘real man’ in the Assembly. For heavens sake, there are more public issues to discuss than fighting over politician’s potency. Grow up you morons.
  4. Congress Party cadres in real-estate business are manipulating prices near Warangal on the pre-text that there will be an airport coming up soon. Its really amazing that they can build airports so quickly (Japan, you have a lesson to learn here) and people are such dumb fu**ing bastards that they allowed themselves to be lured. Do they eat airports or what? What is that bull-shit economical gain to live near a deaf-dumb polluting place like an airport.
  5. YSR and Babu were throwing tantrums at each other in Assembly, literally making the whole democratic process and the legislative procedures a big joke.
  6. A women in Bihar was assaulted in broad day-light in front of public by a bunch of goons while the Police were watching and capturing MMS on their mobiles. Long live Duryodhana and Dushaasana, you have your heirs.
  7. Acid in India is more available than pure drinking water. The number of acid attacks in India grew more than 3×10123456789% this year alone.
  8. Free water rides in Delhi. Heavy rains literally made Delhi submerged in water allowing all classes of life to have free water rides. You can swim, you can row, you can splash and you can wash.
  9. yatra nAryastu pUjyante ramante tatra devatAH. Read..

Jai Hind!

Where are those lights?

Diwali

Diwali

Today being Diwali, the most cherished and jubilant festival of India has always left good memories to me. When I was in India, I joined everyone in the relentless wait of celebrating Diwali with great zeal and utmost joy. Of all the festivals, probably Diwali is the only festival that truly fills light in everyone’s lives. Fondly called ‘festival of lights’ by the west, India celebrates yet another with the same fervor and enthusiasm. And, sitting thousands of miles apart, as usual, I just cherish on my memories and keep almost quite today.

As a nation who normally doesn’t know that festivals does happen during week-days, I am among the thousands who’ve lost the feeling of what really a week-day can bring to our lives, especially when it is a festival. Days and years are lost in the mindless rush of day-to-day lives and I sit here alone in my heart chewing on my past and satisfying my selfish ego. But sometimes, things were brighter. We did celebrate few Diwalis with semi-Indian ecstasy and replace those oil lamps with Chinese made garland lights. Of course, being autumn, we are assured of not blowing off those lights, to our happiness. This year is a dampener, I did not even took a traditional head-bath and I often blame it always on the never complaining ‘time’.

I guess its totally personal. One can relish on whatever they’ve got and one always wants more. I fell to to the later and I regret it more than ever. Diwali was not just about those crackers (we eat them here and we light them in India) but, its about bringing everyone together, looking at each other across the streets, greeting peeple with joy, eat happily and fill the sky with light. It’s human’s ever lasting fight against the darkness that for one day will kneel down before him and pay tributes.

I miss all those treats and sweets that my mom used to make and the friends used to bring to us. The fragrance of new clothes and the scent of the burning oil.

May this Diwali bring everyone the light they are waiting for and the happiness they wish. The festival of lights shall never be gone from my heart and God shall help me find the same joy here in my new home, America.

I wish you all a very happy Diwali.

… and I said

Writing is not my hobby, its pat of me and my life. Far from whom I’ve been, I became the most volatile person on this planet. Of course there are only 4 things that doesn’t change. God, Cricket, Family and myself.

You must be thinking “how ironic”. A volatile person and nothing changes, strange but true. For me a change is something that happens to heart and not the brain. My heart remained the same my thoughts doesn’t. My soul stays the same, my instincts doesn’t.

Anyway, thanks for visiting my blog. I hope to give you thought, leave you with a question (I love that!) and give you some relief on the way. Enjoy!

Thanks to God to have given me the power to ‘write’.

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