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Posted Jul 25, 2013 | General | 494 Views   (Updated Jul 25, 2013 07:03 PM)

In a rich man's world

Raj Babbar's utterance that a person can have a proper mean for Rs 12 in a city like Mumbai is per-colonial a thought. It shows that he has not been able to understand the pulse of the people as yet. Having said that, I believe most of the politi... Raj Babbar's utterance that a person can have a proper mean for Rs 12 in a city like Mumbai is per-colonial a thought. It shows that he has not been able to understand the pulse of the people as yet. Having said that, I believe most of the politicians have failed to understand what the people want of them. Just adopting 'Gandhi' as your surname doesn't make one a better person, but what does the trick is adoption of the qualities that made Gandhi a MAHATMA. UPA and entire Congress needs to learn this, all the more in today's scenario, when people are fast faith in the present alliance. This particular comment reflects how far is the ruling government from the reality and how indifferent they are from the plight of the 'common people'. Just because they get subsidized food in the parliament canteen and whole lot of perks for being a public servant (pun intended) that doesn't mean that they can think of the same for the rest of the population. Inflation is rising at a speed that has long beaten the growth rate. And our prime minister admitted that he doesn't have a magic wand to bring it down. How honest, but where does he bury the cloak of honesty when his own partymen utter such non-sense. Our president and other partymen may have taken foreign flights and spent thousands of crores on their visits to other nations but when it comes to the general public here, it's just Rs 12. Are you trying to tell me that one can survive on that paltry sum. Shame on you guys. It's indeed a shame that in the race to become good politicians you lost out on humanism. Read More
Posted Jul 23, 2013 | General | 478 Views   

Poverty declines, but how?

The government has once again done the unthinkable, they claim the poverty has declined in India. Well, kudos for the good work and will you please now tell me 'HOW'. Well that has been the question that has haunted me since the UPA II came to... The government has once again done the unthinkable, they claim the poverty has declined in India. Well, kudos for the good work and will you please now tell me 'HOW'. Well that has been the question that has haunted me since the UPA II came to power in 2009. How can they see so many scams happening in the country and still stay quite. How can they let their ministers go on a rampage with the public money and not utter a word. How can they still believe to return to power after 2014 Lok Sabha elections. And the list goes on and on and on. Now coming back to the initial thought, how did they actually bring down the poverty. Did they once again lowered the amount of money one requires to exist in India, or did they forget to take into consideration the inflation that has been plaguing the nation since 2008. Actually, what do they understand by the term poverty itself. How can you reduce poverty in a country where people are finding it all the more difficult to arrange a day's meal. How can you bring down poverty in a country where kids are dying eating your mid-day meal? How can the poverty be low when the ministers on duty don't shy away from making remarks that can actually create tension within the different religious groups in the country. Just tell me HOW, HOW, HOW...... Read More
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Posted Aug 01, 2010 | General | 569 Views   

Meryl....a legend in her own right

Think of Meryl Streep and so many adjectives come to mind, however, what everyone tends to forget is the fact that she has been a loving, caring and devoted wife, mother (not only in movies but in reality as well) What does success mean when y... Think of Meryl Streep and so many adjectives come to mind, however, what everyone tends to forget is the fact that she has been a loving, caring and devoted wife, mother (not only in movies but in reality as well) What does success mean when you are hollow from inside? And family is one thing that keeps the best of the best grounded to reality and when the make-up is off, it's you and the real you, that rushes home to keep track of your kid's homework or your husband's party. And that is what Meryl has done, kept the family tied to her life and never letting anything bring family and precious moments to a halt and that is one thing that makes her a legend, otherwise how many actresses get carried away with all the glitze and glamour. Salute to you, Meryl and happy friendship day to all...:) Read More
Posted May 10, 2008 | maaaaaaaaaaa | 770 Views   

What's mother love???

Why is 'ma' usually the first word uterred by a child? How does the touch of a mother feel like? Why is it that child is able to recognise the aroma of mother and rushes towards her anytime in trouble? I was just pondering on all these questio... Why is 'ma' usually the first word uterred by a child? How does the touch of a mother feel like? Why is it that child is able to recognise the aroma of mother and rushes towards her anytime in trouble? I was just pondering on all these questions after reading an article on one of the web-sites marked as 'Mother's Day Special'. In my case I never ran to my mother but my father whenever I was troubled. I lost mother at the tnedr age of two but I am proud I have a father who took all it needs to bring up a child like me....salute to my FATHER....I LOVE YOU. Read More
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Posted Apr 02, 2008 | General | 708 Views   

chapter - two

“I have seen things falling apart at my home. My family, my prized possession just felt apart like a house of cards,” thought Rahul and tears trolled down his checks. The pain was immense with nobody around to share. Just then mobile rang up a... “I have seen things falling apart at my home. My family, my prized possession just felt apart like a house of cards,” thought Rahul and tears trolled down his checks. The pain was immense with nobody around to share. Just then mobile rang up and he picked up the call reluctantly. “Hello” – said Rahul while the person on the other end appeared to have swallowed many words. The reaction of Rahul’s face changed from disbelief to realization that he lost somebody he loved the most and now who can answer to his query, this question started resounding in his ears. He was half plae by the time the person on the other end hung up and he fell on the floor crying his heart out. Had his father been there to look at him, he would have laughed over th entire situation and would have callef him ‘crybaby’ but now he will never call him that way since he moved on to nother journey. Read More
Posted Apr 02, 2008 | General | 646 Views   

Chapter One - Repentance

It was still dark but Rahul was in the dining room pondering over the happenings of last few days. He wished to return back to his native but he was stuck here in Pune with exams. Why I chose to come here for Post-Graduation – thought Rahul. T... It was still dark but Rahul was in the dining room pondering over the happenings of last few days. He wished to return back to his native but he was stuck here in Pune with exams. Why I chose to come here for Post-Graduation – thought Rahul. Though his father was dead against his decision of taking up Journalism as his career choice, he remained adamant and subsequently managed to fulfill the dream he had seen long back, that is, to carve a niche for himself in the field of Journalism. But today, sitting in the dining room he was repenting over his decision of coming so far. What am I doing in the midst of strangers – struck him and it did not take him long to decide his course of action. He decided to go back and be with his father but yet again what would he tell his father as why he came back when his post-graduation was just half way through. The silence was engulfing his strength and he felt very weak for some strange reasons. Last night he wept again over the fact that he was missing his father more than ever. He still remembered vividly as how his father wept when he came down to Bangalore to pursue his graduation in Journalism. For a moment he felt of breaking all the shackles and flee back to him but that could have spoiled his entire plans of making it big in the media industry on his own. He always took pride in the fact that being from a middle class, Hindi speaking family, he was well versed with the language of the Brit. His father’s faith had often shattered his entire being but that is how life is! He stood up and moved to the wardrobe where he kept his most cherished gift, a watch presented by his father on his last birthday. Taking out the watch, he felt an urge to switch on the radio and listen to the music while others slept with out any care. Music might wake up the entire building – he thought and finally took out his old collection of cassettes. Looking at his most valuable possessions, the old melodies of Lata Mangeshkar, he switched on his walk-man and played the song he liked the most. But, today his favourite song failed to give him solace and finally, he switched it off and took another sleeping pill. He had been taking these pills since the day he had his first attack of breathlessness. Sitting in the class and listening to the lecture on spirituality, he fainted to find himself in Hospital some time later. He wished that he had died but death does not come to those who are blessed. Read More
Posted Apr 02, 2008 | General | 874 Views   (Updated Apr 02, 2008 07:05 PM)

PROLOGUE

8…number Eight. Sitting near the verandah Rahul was wondering as who might have sent him this letter he held in his hand firmly. Written in hand, the sender wanted to remain anonymous and instructed Rahul to keep it a secret till the time is ripe... 8…number Eight. Sitting near the verandah Rahul was wondering as who might have sent him this letter he held in his hand firmly. Written in hand, the sender wanted to remain anonymous and instructed Rahul to keep it a secret till the time is ripe and circumstances stable. The letter urged him as why he never enquired about his mother? And the prominence of number eight in his life. He still remembered that his mother breathed last on 08/08/88 at 8 pm. This number Eight, but how a number can be unfortunate? Untoward incidents can happen on any day. It might have been sheer co-incidence is what Rahul used to think till he received this letter. And today again it was 8 July 2007 when this letter came from…from where? ‘Can’t I go to papa and enquire about it! He might help me out to identify the hand-writing and consequently the person who wrote this letter to me’, thought Rahul. He felt little bugged with the thought of never enquiring about the lady who brought him to this world? What if she died when he was merely 2 years old, but still he could have asked his father. But he never felt the need to enquire about the lady whom he never saw and had no memories to look back. ‘But who could have sent this letter’, whispered Rahul and suddenly realized the need to call up his sister. He always felt very close to her and she had taken the place of mother in his mind. Why would he ever think of his mother when so much of love was showered upon him by his sister and father? Read More
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