Ramayana....... - Part 1

Maa,

I am kicking myself for being so goody-goody.  I should have stayed back and gotten fat.  But no! I had to act like one those dumb belles in the saas-bahu serials and follow my husband to the forest like a loyal puppy.  What was I thinking!  Sigh… Life was so much cooler at the Palace – all those maids, the soft bed, the scented massage, the gorgeous Jacuzzi…I miss it so bad. And it wasn’t that tough you know.  They mostly stuck to their rooms and all they did was play cards and watch TV. 

Actually it’s Paa-in-law’s fault.  He and his fetish for collecting wives!   Which dork sends his heir to the jungles just because he made a promise to his pretty young wife?  Promises are meant to be broken right? And if everything else fails you can always feign memory loss.  But no! You have to act all upright and send us packing to hell. Gawd! I am so maaaad at him! 

  

Maa, next time when you meet that jealous bitch Kaikeyi at one of your Kitty parties, just give her a tight slap will ya?  You know what, I often dream that I am pushing K and her ugly hunchback Manthra off a cliff.  They go down screaming as I grin widely.   I wish I could do that.  Will you ask Dad, if he can arrange someone to crush that bitch under a speeding BMW?  Please, pretty please? 

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I was such a fool to think that life in the forest will be like one of those iDiscoveri camps we attended in school.  And that the raw diet would do wonders for my skin and size zero dreams!   I am soo sick of my vegan diet.  If they make me eat another banana, I swear I’ll puke.  And guess what! Even Dominos refuses to deliver here. What cheek! Saying no to royalty.  Wait till I get back, I’ll make sure their license is revoked. 

Life here is even worse than Ram Gopal Varma’s Jungle.  The connectivity is so poor.  Every time I try to log in, I get disconnected.  I haven’t chatted to my FB friends since ages and when I finally managed log in, there was not a single message waiting for me on my wall.  Har ek friend traitor hota hai! Just because I am not rich anymore they think they can treat me like trash! 

Wait till I get back, I will unfriend them all.

I wish I hadn’t fallen in love with Ram at first sight.  This is what happens when you read too many Mills & Boons.  It’s all your fault, you and your hugest collection of those trashy sweet pills which are nothing but a pack of lies!  In reality the strong silent types are crashing bores who prefer laptops to their wives!  Gosh! Maa he’s such a video game junkie.  All he does he play Angry Birds,Assassin’s Creed and pump iron.  I admit that it was his six packs that I actually fell for and he kinda looked cute with his long hair in a bun.  And yeah!  The way he stringed Pa’s ancient bow was kinda hot.  But a woman needs to talk and feel special.  And does he do that?  No sire.  All he does is criticize and sulk when I snap back.

To think I sacrificed the admiration of my hundred admirers to face the criticism of one idiot.  

And that bro-in-law of mine Laksh-man, he kinda freaks me out – acting like my bodyguard, flexing his muscles and giving me that “I’m watching you girl” look!  Yeah! Right!  Get a life dude.  Ram and I could have had a second honeymoon, but for you and your annoying habit of following us like a shadow!   That stupid hut doesn’t even have enough rooms and I keep crashing into that jerk all the time.  And does he eat!  All I do is cook all the time. Nobody even has the decency to ask if I need help.  

Men I tell you.  

I haven’t told you this, have I?  A woman, Surpanakha had been stalking Ram.  I understand my man is quite a chick magnet until he opens his mouth.   So, she was bombarding him with texts and acting all cheap and desperate.  But I know my man, he played cool and disinterested even though she was kinda pretty.  I know coz I checked her albums on FB.  What an amazing wardrobe that woman has and look at me, a walking fashion disaster in my one piece saffron wrap!   It’s been so long since I shopped at Dolce & Gabbanna.  Sigh….

Anways you know naa, Laks always had anger management issues.  One day when Surpanakha was trying to get all hot and heavy with Ram, that joker took out his Swiss knife and chopped her nose off!  Of course she got mad, with plastic surgery so expensive and the poor girl doesn’t even have a medical insurance that covers her nose. I guess shit happens all the time.

I wonder if she’s planning to sue us.

And now even I have managed my very own personal stalkers, not one but two of them. They are dark and one of them is a lil weird.  Remember Abhishekh Bacchan in that ridiculous movie Ravan? One of them kinda looks like him.   I am not too sure whether I should tell Ram.  As such he’s so stressed about that Surpanakha episode. 

Wait!  I just spotted a deer outside of my window.  Hey! It’s a golden colour.  Shit! Where is that damn camera of mine.  I better click some awesome pics and upload it on FB so that all my loser friends know what a good time I am having. 

Maa, I gotta run, will call you tonight.

Mwaah

Sita.

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-- Piiyush

Ramayana ...... - Part 2

Mommy dearest,

First the good news – I finally managed my first ever foreign trip and that too without a visa.  The bad news – I have been kidnapped.

Remember the golden deer I was soo excited about?  It turned out to be as fake as Aunty Sumitra's Louis Vuitton bags.  And trust Ram and Laks-man to go running after it.  Before I could scream Come back you imbeciles, I spotted that weird Abhishekh Bachhan lookalike winking wildly at me.  God! I was so mad that I had to come out of my eco friendly hut to give him one tight slap.  And you know what that moron does? Pushes me straight into his private jet.  Damn! Why did I leave my pepper spray behind?

Sometimes the universe conspires to give you hell. 

Weirdo’s private jet was kinda strange – an open topped thingy that totally messed up my hair.  Of course I was screaming and throwing a royal fit and that ass kept going hahaha.  Incidentally my dear abductor has a bizarre name – Ra-One. Bwahaha!

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Ra-one is such a heartless slob.   Great, that you found me so irresistible that you had to kidnap me.  The least you can do is make the girl happy, right?   But what does he do instead?  Turn a deaf ear when I plead with him to make a stop-over at the ATM in Smaller- Kailash so that I can withdraw some pocket-money.  Brute.  But I got my sweet revenge soon. A giant eagle, Jatayu, flew over our jet and pooped right on his head.  Serve you right!  And guess what the barbarian does, he chops that poor birdie’s wings off.  Why I ask? When you could have simply offered Jatayu a few diapers instead...  

Men, I tell you.

Then it suddenly struck me, what if Ram can never ever find me again?   What if he says...”Oops I lost my wifey” and proceeds to live happily ever after?  I can’t let that happen, can I?  So I start dropping my trinkets (only the cheap ones if you please) and leave clues for my husband.  

Ha!  Now hubby dear can’t claim to be clueless.  

Ra-One has brought me to this strange land, Lanka and he’s like the king or something.  And man! Is he loaded!  You should see his city.  All that glitters is gold here.  Can you imagine, even their buildings are made of it!  Their gold fixation can put even Bappi Lahiri to shame.  But I found it too blingy for my taste.  And the afternoons here are torturous.  The dazzle hurts my eyes and I don’t even have my Versace shades.  

But I believe every cloud has a golden lining.  The other night when I was busy swatting mosquitoes, I got an idea that can change Paa’s life.  All he needs to do is accuse Ra-one of hiding WMD’s and then he can invade Lanka and finally get rid of his debt crisis.  Brilliant, right!  

Lanka may be friggin’ rich but I am being made to twiddle my thumbs under a tree.  Imagine getting abducted from a jungle only to be put in another one.  So tragic naa? Agreed that the forest is kind of well cared for and has a fancy name, Ashok Vatika, but why can’t I get a plush suite instead - with a plunge pool, soft bed and room service?  Isn’t a beautiful woman like me entitled to some tender loving and care?  

What a lousy host this Ra-One is.  Royalty, my foot, is this how you treat your guests! 

Strangely people out here are rather dark.  Hello people, don’t you ever use Fair and Lovely?  And remember that bitch Surpanakha.  I finally saw her without makeup and a seriously messed-up nose job.  Gosh! Doesn’t she look ugly.  Thank God! I didn’t accept her friend request on FB.

It’s been two weeks since I landed in Lanka and I am already bored to death.  I urgently need to be rescued.  Why, I’m even missing my FB friends!  Maa, can you please ask Ram to turn his GPS on? It will be so much simpler for him to locate me.  

And I suspect his highness, Ra-One, suffers from a serious multiple personality disorder – sometimes loony, sometimes moony, sometime giggly, mostly sulky.   How on Earth do I manage to attract such creepy specimens all the time? 

Oh and today was epic, the loony bin actually had the nerve to ask me to marry him.  What cheek! I shouted Shakal dekhi hai apnee aine mein?  And don’t you know I am MARRIED? Once my Mister gets here, you ass will be on fire, mind it!

You know Maa, I almost threw up on his face.  It’s not so difficult you know; as such the food here makes me pukey.  Every damn dish of theirs has kari patta and coconut!  And the other day someone served me something with claws.  I think they call it a crab. Eww...

Hey! Isn’t that a cute creature with a tail staring at me from behind the bushes!   Aww...he looks just like one of those characters from Planet of Apes.  Come ...come...want a banana?  Ahh you have a name too-  Hanu-man did you say?

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-- Piiyush

Ramayana ...... - Part 3

Mommy love,

I can safely say that today was the most miserable day of my life.  Yes, I had a head on collision with the moment that every woman dreads so much.   We try hard to avoid it with yoga, zero carbs and botox.  Yet there’s no escaping its cruel inevitability.

I believe the animal kingdom, in collaboration with foreign hand, has hatched a conspiracy against me.  First a deer pretending to be golden gets me abducted then an ape-man dressed in Super- man gear, crashes my vanity into smithereens.   

Maa you won’t believe this, that Hanu-man called ME, Matajee! Imagine a grown-up ape-man calling me that! This is even worse than Aunty.  When I heard that god damn awful word, my entire neuro-sensory system stopped responding.  My world came crashing down.  All I could hear was the sound of my sobbing heart. “Does he think I am old?” “Have I aged overnight?” “Is this the end of my youth?” “Why me??” 

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Just as I was preparing to launch into a tirade against men with juvenile aspirations, Hanu-man flashed his ID as Ram’s search engine.  My heart was split in half now- one half wanted to continue crying for a lost youth and the other half wanted to go “Yahooooo!”  Imagine my Ram, actually making efforts to send a snail-male to trawl for his missing wife! 

Guess all those hours on his laptop playing mindless games did not damage his brains after all. 

But when Hanu-man offered me a free ride home on his back, I had to put my foot down.  What makes Ram think he can take a shortcut and outsource his responsibility to a vanar in red chaddi!  I expect my husband to turn up, challenge Ra-One to a duel in the sun and take me back honourably.  And I have promised Ra-One that my Mister will set his ass on fire.  I can’t go back on my word can I? 

I tell you, my simian savior is one senti chap.  One look at my tear stained face and he went on a tree uprooting rampage.  Sadly the CCTV’s caught Hanu-man’s emotional outburst and he was promptly arrested.  But it was only when he was threatened to be deported to Big Boss 5 to give Shakti-man company, did he completely lose his bearings.  He set Lanka on fire with his ignited tail. 

Strangely Lanka with all its riches doesn’t have a fire brigade. 

Now that Ra-One is pretty much aware that I have Bodyguards who can do much more than sing songs sans their shirts, I have been granted certain privileges; like getting newspapers every morning with my morning tea.  And thanks to Hanu-man’s daredevilry, Ram has acquired a cult status here.  If the man’s courier boy is such a bomb, the man himself has to be an A-bomb.

Since Ram is now a bonafide rockstar, Times of Lanka has started publishing his tweets.  I am thrilled to bits that my man is now an international celebrity and rubbing shoulders with the likes of Poonam Pandey and KRK.   And last week his follower list crossed the 1 million mark – isn’t that awesome Maa! 

Anyhow I can now keep tabs on what Ram’s up to.

In talks with monkey engineer, Nala.

Nala to build a bridge that will put even the Worli Link to shame 

Just signed a peace pact with Varuna, the sea God

Man, do these monkeys love “We will rock you”!  Freddy would have been so proud!

Completed the bridge in 5 days flat -try beating that China! #monkeyingaround

On my way to Lanka with my funky monkeys to save wifey.

@Ra-One If you have drunk your mother’s milk, come and show me your face you Rascalaa! 

Laks-man knocked senseless by Ra-One’s missile.

Lanka’s stock of missiles will put even North Korea to shame.

Ra-One’s son Indrajeet is an awesome illusionist. #respect

@ Indrajeet WTF are you doing in Lanka, you should be in Las Vegas earning fat wads of dollars. 

Laks-man in coma #Oh-no-not-again

@ Hanu-man Need Sanjeevani booti ASAP

@ Hanu-man Did you really have to bring the entire mountain? #dumb antics

Finally managed to fell pesky Ra-One with my Brahmaastra #ikickass

;) RT @ Paris Hilton…Ooh that’s hot!

Gawd! Can Ra-One talk, even on his death bed the man insists on giving gyaan #Yawn

Ra-One enroute to heaven, Lanka seized, honour restored, time to go back home, sweet home.

Oops I forgot all about Sita, where the hell is she? 

The moment I read his last tweet, I booked an appointment for an image makeover.  The least I could do was look my prettiest best for my Ram. 

Maa, what I’ll write now will break your heart.  The husband for whose sake I left the Palace, didn’t think twice before following him to the jungles, cooked and cleaned all day in a poorly ventilated hut, got his name tattooed on my nape, pined for him, followed his idiotic tweets religiously - the same man greets me with a dead fish look and says since you’ve been with my enemy for a year, I shouldn’t be taking you back!  What cheek! As if I took a luxury cruise to Lanka!  As if I invited Ra-One to come and kidnap me!  As if staying in a vatika with ugly women for company was one big party!  As if it was fun eating grub cooked in coconut oil!  Dear Hubs, do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to keep my sanity intact, living in a hostile country, fending off an amorous king – I did it all for your sake, you self righteous moron!  

No, you don’t deserve me, my love or my respect.  Goodbye Ram.  And before you trudge back to Ayodhya to lead a sad, lonely life, let me share this piece of news with you. Rupa has offered me a multimillion dollar book contract to write my memoirs.  I just said yes to them and guess who the villain will be in my book? 

 Now if you will excuse me, I have a book to write.  

I can’t believe I said it Maa.  Gosh, this feels so good!

Your liberated daughter

Sita

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-- Piiyush

We the Indians :)

ANT and the GRASSHOPPER

An Old Story:

The ant works hard in the sunny hot day  heat all summer, building its house and laying up supplies for the winter.  The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs & dances & plays the summer away. Comes the winter, the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the cold.

Indian Version:

The ant works hard in the hot heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter.

The grasshopper thinks the ant's a fool and laughs & dances & plays the summer away.

Comes the winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.

NDTV, BBC, AAJ-TAK,INDIA TV show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.

The World is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?

Arundhati Roy stages a demonstration in front of the ant's house.

Anna Hazaare goes on a fast along with other grasshoppers demanding that grasshoppers be relocated to warmer climates during winter .

Menaka Gandhi is confused whose side to be on .. 

Mayawati states this as `injustice' done on Minorities.

UN International and Ban Ki-moon criticize the Indian Government for not upholding the fundamental rights of the Grasshopper.

The Internet is flooded with online petitions seeking support to the grasshopper Opposition MPs stage a walkout. Left parties call for ' Bengal Bandh' in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a Judicial Enquiry.

CM in Kerala immediately passes a law preventing ants from working hard in the heat so as to bring about equality of poverty among ants and grasshoppers.

Mamta Banerjee allocates one free coach to grasshoppers on all Indian Railway Trains, aptly named as the 'grasshopper Rath' and 'Duronto Grasshoppers'.

Finally, the Judicial Committee drafts the ' Prevention of Terrorism Against grasshoppers Act' [POTAGA], with effect from the beginning of the winter.

Kapil Sibal makes 'Special Reservation ' for grasshoppers in Educational Institutions & in Government Services.

The ant is fined for failing to comply with POTAGA and having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes,it's home is confiscated by the Government and handed over to the grasshopper in a ceremony covered by NDTV.

Arundhati Roy calls it ' A Triumph of Justice'.

Mamta Banerjee calls it 'Socialistic Justice'

Ban Ki-moon invites the grasshopper to address the UN General Assembly.

Many years later.....

The ant has since migrated to the US and set up a multi-billion dollar company in Silicon Valley, 100s of grasshoppers still die of starvation despite reservation somewhere in India , ...AND As a result of loosing lot of hard working ants and feeding the grasshoppers, .

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India is still a developing country !!!

-- Piiyush

Anna -- to follow or not to follow.

I am more than glad that I did not support Anna when he was fighting fasting for the Jan Lokpal Bill as I do not believe in his ideology. And I still do not. A truck driver was killed when he refused to bribe the police constables, I would like to ask Anna why does he not fight the case for this man? It perhaps is good news he refused to bribe, but, this man did not threat to fast-unto-death and survived, he actually died. One may argue that the truck driver did not bribe because he was following what Anna and the whole anti-corruption drive taught him, however as I had stressed earlier, this has to come from the people in the system. The police constables who beat this truck driver to death, do they care about such movements, no they do not. This happened in UP, and the state is not even ruled by Congress that Anna is rooting against now.

Anna and his team is so bent on getting Jan Lokpal Bill passed that they have challenged Congress and appealed or rather planned to brainwash the whole nation against Congress. I wonder, why do they have to clear the path for BJP, although they claim BJP cannot clear their blood marks on gujarat streets? Why do we have to please this man? The kind of statements I am reading is,

“You will have to inflict a historic defeat on the Congress. If you defeat the party (in the bypoll), this will be Anna’s victory,” Kejriwal.

This statement was issued in a public gathering in Hissar where the Team Anna is trying to educate people about corruption, ironic they picked Haryana, perhaps one of the most corrupted, literate-yet-uneducated states in India. Who has seen the future? Who knows the next government in power will pass the bill? God forbid if Narendra Modi is to be the next PM, our population might be reduced to half by mass-killing all the Muslims and then even if the Jan Lokpal Bill is passed who knows the man who admires Raj Thackery from deepest corner of his heart, fasts-unto-death to show the door to Non-Maharashtrians.

 If one reads Jan Lokpal Bill and the information shared on IndiaAgainstCorruption they claim how CVC, CBI and other anti-corruption bodies are overwhelmed with pending cases due to shortage in man power. In a nation that boasts of its population more than its corruption has shortage of man power in anti-corruption bodies? Once Lokpal comes in to action these anti-corruption bodies will be merged in to the same. A government servant who is corrupt may have to serve life time imprisonment however a Lokpal member may be dismissed or demoted! Is that not favouritism towards the so called obviously-immune-to-corruption people? And not just this, very assertively, its mentioned on the website how the committee will include handpicked Indian citizens who are obviously not corrupted which by the way will include, judges. This comes from the people whose movement is in fact financially supported by people who are being investigated for corruption themselves.

India is a country that is fuelled by emotions, be it religious or Gandhian attitude. BJP has played Ram Janmabhumi Card umpteen times and if need be they may play anti-corruption card as well, however the temple is not built yet, not that I care, but just so you know. The man who calls himself Gandhian is infected with pro right wing politics. The man, who runs Ralegaon Sidhhi on deeply rooted cast based notions, wants to teach Congress a lesson by throwing it out of power. The man who can go to any length to show how shining-India supports him and he can hold a rally where ever he likes, case in point, the un-necessary and over hyped fast for Guwahati Town Club. The man who may not dare to endorse Irom Chanu Sharmila however will fight for corruption with the help of corrupted sponsors, with the dream to have an independent body that can declare anyone corrupt based on the complaint a nincompoop may care to file and who boasts of Ralegaon Sidhi that is run on cast-based-roles. A dictator in the making, who has the power to bend the nation on its knees whenever he likes by threatening to fast-unto-who am I kidding!

-- Piiyush

The Curious Case of Anna Hazare !!

I belong to a country that is the epitome of self-destructive obsessions, to name a few, cricket, religious bias, caste superiority, fair skin and recently added anti-corruption movements. Since the day, Anna has “arrived”; more than half of the country has lost its mind and gone blind. Till now, I have been ignoring what people have been doing in the name of anti-corruption movement, supporting Anna, however watching uncalled for activities and name calling on Facebook is hardly what I call being anti-corrupt. They all started with a common agenda of anti-corruption; however it has gradually become anti-congress. Initially when I watched the YouTube videos issued by Team Anna, I was influenced too; my faith towards the man was short-lived though. The public speeches are way too provocative and anti-congress, Anna says what people want to hear, that’s how he has prolonged the foreplay of this not-yet-finished anti-corruption movement.

People, disgusted and fuelled by latest scams, are on the lookout for an escape. JLB is what I call their escape route, they have been made to believe that a Bill can lead to a corruption free country; the thought is noble however there are laws in place already. You bring another law; you bring in more chaos to the system. IMO this is just another political tactic, or it has succumbed to the murkier political games. There is a possibility, they started on the right note, however got dragged deeper because of their attitude towards inflexible or as you would like to hear, deaf, government.

Recently, Anna’s team toured Chennai, as per Gnani Sankaran, mere 6000 supporters who turned up were sponsored too. I cannot put it better than he did, though I am glad to know a renowned columnist is on my side! As per Gnani, Anna’s supporters are of two kinds, the ones apolitical but concerned educated youth who rule the virtual world, the others who are fuelled by RSS. I fully support his take on this, based on my conversations on various social networking websites, especially Twitter, where people do not hold themselves back while hurling abuses in the name of “I support Anna, I have the right to dictate your speech as well as POV”. As soon you admit, you do not support Anna or his anti-corruption movement or Lokpal, you are announced a traitor, a loser, an uneducated NRI, someone who doesn’t face the music in day-to-day life, stretch your imagination as much as you can, I have heard it all for standing by what I believe.

On the other hand, those who have observed, understood, critically analysed the whole situation, they mostly do not impose their point of view. We respectfully do not support, you are free to support who so ever you like. If you believe Anna is the answer to all your problems then as per democracy, you can place your foot where your mouth is and nobody is allowed to question. Free will for all, but not free Bill for all, not yet my friend, not yet. I would really like to question the Congress-Bashing, well educated, well respected Indians who keep posting derogatory photographs about the prime minister and the likes, how much have you un-corrupted yourself since this anti-corruption movement has started? Or were you too busy laughing at MMS and Sonia Gandhi dancing in awkward poses and hitting that like button?

And, they played it supremely well by returning (or not?) a 50,000 INR cheque issued in support by a famous personality, who rolled it out on social networking websites, along with his bank account details. Team Anna is financially sound, they have their support, 50,000 INR is good enough to impress middle class Indians however meagre for the concerned.

As much as I would like to be proved wrong about what I have just said, as much as I would like this Bill to serve us all as the magic-wand and work as the antidote for corruption, I stand by my opinion to date about this whole movement. A Bill is a bill is a bill; it isn’t something that will be injected in our well-corrupted blood and set us all free! The passion to be part of an anti-corrupt nation comes from with-in. If the Politicians have pledged to bleed this country to death, trust me they will find the soft spot of the JLB and Anna too, or should I say, they already have? As long as, people do not weigh this Bill, the agenda rationally, do not exercise the anti-corruption attitude in their daily lives, an anti-corrupt nation is a farfetched dream. I find Anna too Dictator like to support, hence am afraid and concerned if a much powerful Bill is indeed passed, what this man would target next. To those, who would say, at least he is better than the government and politicians we have, then do remember, even after this Bill the same men, women would rule.


"Power will go to the hands of rascals ,rogues, freebooters; all Indian leaders will be of low caliber & men of straw.
They will have sweet tongues & silly hearts. They will fight amongst themselves for power & India will be lost in political squabbles. A day would come when even air & water would be taxed in India."

- Winston Churchill, At the time of Indian Independence, 1947

By the way, they say there isn’t anything that Rajnikanth *cannot do. I disagree; Rajnikanth cannot make this country corruption free! There, I said it.

* Rajnikanth can not, we can!!!

If the nation has to be corruption free, it's you and I who do it, not a third person who has been fasting-unto-death but is still alive! I see that as a broken promise too.

RotI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The writer, as usual, was sitting at a corner on the last bench of the road side motel observing everyone from the cook to the customers. That was important for observation excited stories within him. But today was a rebel. He was there since morning and by evening he still was clueless about his next story.
Irritated, he panned his neck for the umpteenth time. And he saw a white ghost! A moment later he realized, to his relief, it was the same helper (now totally covered with flour) who had been giving shape to the flour dough since morning. He observed him closely. The man smiled faintly whenever he flattened the dough. Also, to the writer’s astonishment, each shape was an exact copy of its predecessor. Working without rest how can he be so perfect at it? The writer first asked himself and later to the man.
“I am the only bread earner for my wife and two kids.” He replied. “And when I joined this place last week my employer told me if I don’t falter at my job he would never wash his hands off me.”
“So?”
“So I try giving shape to the flour dough assuming it to be my destiny. Till the shape of the dough is intact, my destiny is intact.”
The writer, a little taken aback by the allusion, asked, “And what about this constant smile on your face? Don’t you get bogged down by the pressure of producing a perfect shape each time?”
“That is always there – the pressure – but honestly how many of us get a chance to shape our own destiny?”
“True.” The writer replied and a second later asked himself, “Don’t we all do?”

The choice is surely ours !!!

I REMEMBER...


Once in my third standard a boy was punished for stealing another student’s chocolate. The teacher had asked him to stretch his hands. He did. In one he was holding onto the half eaten chocolate while the other was open. The teacher boxed his ears and hit the open hand hard with a stick. And still the boy had smiled.





I HAVE REALIZED...

Whenever life gives us a chocolate in one hand it simultaneously hits our other hand hard. And it’s our choice (simple?) what we want to focus on: the pain generated by the stick or the pleasure of getting a chocolate.