Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Charismatic Barak Obama's Inspiring Inaugural Speech (Full Transcript)



My fellow citizens:
I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.
Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often, the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebearers, and true to our founding documents.So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.
That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.
These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land -- a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.
Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America: They will be met.On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.
On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn-out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.
We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.


In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the fainthearted -- for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things -- some celebrated, but more often men and women obscure in their labor -- who have carried us up the long, rugged path toward prosperity and freedom.
For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.
Time and again, these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.
This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions -- that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.
For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act -- not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.
Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions -- who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.




What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them -- that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works -- whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account -- to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day -- because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.
Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control -- and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart -- not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.
As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: Know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.
Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.
We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort -- even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.
For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.
To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West: Know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.
To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.
As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment -- a moment that will define a generation -- it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.
For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.
Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends -- hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism -- these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility -- a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation and the world; duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.
This is the price and the promise of citizenship.
This is the source of our confidence -- the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.
This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed -- why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.
So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

"Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive... that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it]."America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested, we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back, nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

SATYAM: Nothing 'Satya' about it!!!!

I was least expecting that sort of news when, today, I went to www.timesofindia.com for my daily dose of news, just after logging in the system.

It has been my routine for last two years and hope so for many of you. The first thing I do daily once I login in is to visit news sites like www.timesofindia.com and www.ibnlive.com and then open my inbox to start my professional obligations.

Today a small red rectangular window flashed “B. Ramalinga Raju resigns from Satyam Computers Board, admits fraud”. I could not resist the temptation to know the full story and clicked on the URL that promised to feed me with more details.
Hmmmm…..One article…..related articles….another news sites….some more articles…I kept flowing in the sea of information, so called truths, letters and stories about misconducts of a Chairman. Finally…I was done….sat in silence….felt shocked, dejected and cheated.

My heart goes to all those stakeholders who lost their money, employees who may be left with no job in this volatile market and international client who lost their trust. This was the last thing we were asking this year.
I don’t want to write today……….will analyse it later in full detail. For now below are some links for you to get more details:

Times of India:

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Satyam_chairman_Ramalinga_Raju_resigns/articleshow/3946088.cms

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Business/India_Business/No_loss_of_faith_in_Indian_IT_due_diligence_to_go_up_Infosys/articleshow/3946729.cms

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Business/India_Business/Unedited_open_letter_from_Satyam_interim_CEO_Ram_Mynampati/articleshow/3947139.cms

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Business/India_Business/Satyam_a_failure_of_governance_Narayanamurthy/articleshow/3947534.cms

IBNLive:
http://ibnlive.in.com/news/company-didnt-know-of-rajus-fraud-ceo/82258-7.html
http://features.ibnlive.in.com/special/web2/satyam-fiasco.html

TheHindu:
http://www.hindu.com/2009/01/08/stories/2009010860840100.htm
http://www.hindu.com/2009/01/08/stories/2009010859941500.htm

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

"Aisi Hogi Hamaari Mulaakat"

ऐसी होगी हमारी मुलाक़ात

ऐसी होगी हमारी मुलाक़ात
जब चाँद बिखरेगा चाँदनी,
होगी निशा बावली,
फूलो से खिलेंगे सपने,
और होगी बरसात!
मिलेंगे ख़ुद से हम तुम,
ऐसी होगी हमारी मुलाक़ात!

हवा रोक रफ़्तार,
जब साथ लाइएगी महक सावली!
मिलेंगे रूह जब अपने अंजाम से,
और आखों से होगी बात!
मिलेंगे ख़ुद से हम तुम,
ऐसी होगी हमारी मुलाक़ात!

खामोशी छाएगी फिजा में,
और आसमा में होंगे तारे बेशुमार!
जब रुक जाएंगे काटें घड़ी के,
और ना बीतेगी रात!
मिलेंगे ख़ुद से हम तुम,
ऐसी होगी हमारी मुलाक़ात!
- मुकुल प्रियदर्शी

Friday, November 28, 2008

Right to safety be my fundamental right

I wrote an article titled “Safety first” in the month of October’2008 hoping terrorism mayhem to stop in India. I had also listed down some actions items for government and security establishments to follow to eliminate terrorists’ attacks on Indian Territory.

Today again I write on the same topic….down and dejected…lost in my own world. Yesterday was 26th November 2008….there came 20-30 odd frustrated and lost individuals who once again brought India to a stand still…..caught it by collar…looked into its eyes and without a blink made it cry.
India is great…We are super power…We would rule the world…We as school students always boosted these lines in our friend’s company. How good were those days of child innocence? Today as a young literate individual, I, myself, question those lines.

Mumbai was not made target for first time. It has already been targeted in 1992 and 7/11 bomb blasts in local trains in 2006. Sea route was not taken for the first time, it was the route preferred in 1992 also to transport weapons. India was not targeted for the first time but in last six months Indian metros had been targeted one after another. Then again, every time we are caught off guard. Who is responsible? No one is ready to take blame. State Government is pointing finger towards central government….Centre looks in blank…Home minister is more worried about his shirt colour and freshness of his hair. Police says it has got outdated weapons that do not stand a chance against high quality weapons of terrorists. Army blames that it was called late and even NSG takes hours to bring the situation under control.

No one is ready to take the responsibility. Spineless India every time is pushed on the ground and we forget the incident after a day or two. It’s back to normal for us as well as those responsible for our security. Today as a law abiding and tax paying citizen of India I ask a simple question,” Who is responsible for my security?” If state, centre, police and defence are not ready to be accountable. I am left alone on my own for my safety. I refuse to pay the tax and demand weapon licence for myself.
All those politicians sitting in decision making positions look within yourself….what promises would you make to us in the next election when my basic requirement of safety is not meet. A common man for whose rights you boost to be fighting, demands right to safety to be included in my fundamental rights. Officials approving fake passports, ration cards and other documents for terrorists, if proved, to be booked under terrorism law.
and for India....it needs to shed the burden of being a soft nation and soft target. Indian needs to shed their dishonesty and selfishness. We allow these Pakistanis and Bangladeshis to come into our country, get ration cards and other proofs etc by money, become a resident and burden on our country and finally strike at ourselves at the first opportunity. Lets take pledge together not to felicitate their entry and stay in our country even if they pay large some of money. It is better to die of poverty than being killed on road by some crazy b****** of neighbouring nations.


Friday, November 14, 2008

IT's life: Chapter 2

Railway station was empty with some passengers waiting for the early morning trains and beggars and late arrives sleeping on the platform by the side of station walls. Shops were closed and water sprinkled profusely through the public tap. Dim yellowish light of bulbs lead Mehir’s way to the main exit of railway station. He walked down the stairs but there was not a single taxi or auto in front of the entrance but where was Mehir going...errr…hmm…even he had no idea. He kept walking and passed through the boundary walls of railway station that were filled with the posters of latest bollywood movies playing in Varanasi’s theatres, famous coaching institutes and neem hakeems advertising their skills to cure any sexual disease. These walls were also used as a shield and were effectively turned into a urinal. The smell all around pushed Mehir to take some fast steps and he reached the connecting road with no vehicle in site. There were some autos and taxis lying in the parking area but drivers were fast asleep. Mehir preferred not to wake them. At the left corner of station connecting with main road, there were two roads spurting towards left and right. ‘Which one is mine?’ wondered Mehir. He was about to take right when a voice echoed,’ Are bhaiya!!! Kidhar jaat ho raat me akele? Sunsaan sarak baa…koi chor lutera sab samaan paisa cheen li’ (Hey Brother! Where are you going alone? Roads are empty. Some thief will snatch away all your goods and money).

‘I have got nothing valuable in my bag and have very less money in wallet as well’ replied Mehir.

‘Is there something more valuable than your life? Don’t be adamant…come here…have tea. I will arrange a rickshaw for you’ said the man standing behind the small tea stall, which was filled with the smoke of initial coal/charcoal burning.
Mehir had tea and it was better that any of those that he had at better places and hotels. Stall owner asked his helper, a small boy covered from leg to head with a thatched bed sheet knotted around his neck, to run and bring Ramlal along with his rickshaw. It was winter season and cold in northern part of India is unbearable during this phase. But so is the resilience of its people. Many of the poor spend this phase covering their bodies with whatever they could lay their hand on. Long cloths like bed sheets and shawls are wrapped around children of the family to ward off the chilly streak of cold. Helper returned with Ramlal in his rickshaw. Mehir had waited in the small tea stall wondering what he was doing and about his destination from here. Meanwhile the stall owner kept on informing him about the importance of Varanasi in Hindu mythology and palaces to visit in and around Varanasi. Mehir paid for the tea and sat in rickshaw.

“Where could I take you Saab?” asked Ramlal.

“Hmmm…don’t know! Take me anywhere where there is peace. A place that could help me forgot my past, worries of present and that there is something called future” replied Mehir.

“Are saab…I don’t understand what you mean. There is sankatmochan temple, BHU temple and Baba Vishwanath Temple. Where do you want to go?” wondered Ramlal and started peddling his rickshaw.

Mehir wondered where on earth he wanted to go…thought of temples mentioned by Ramlal and said,” which one is the most peaceful? I mean...the least populated. Any place that would be empty where I could be with myself…concentrate and mediate. I want to be alone for a while”

Ramlal turned back, looked at him and said, “what babuji? Is a temple peaceful in India? There would be long queues outside each of these temples. People visit from all parts of India and they make queues from the early morning and temples to remain empty…out of imagination. He paused and continued,”Today only hearts are empty, not any place of worship. We all have turned into a monster waiting to strike and more bad we do, more we visit places of worship….maybe to wash away all the sins.”

Mehir was startled by the serious and meaningful talk of a rickshaw puller. He added,’”I don’t want to go to any of these places. Take me somewhere else.”

Ramlal stopped the rickshaw and said,”There is only one place which can make you meet you soul. It is a place where souls separate from bodies of dead but living meet their soul….Ganga Ghat (Bank of river Ganges). I would take you there” and stirred the rickshaw through the labyrinth of narrow lanes leading towards the bank of river Ganges.

Mehir left Ramlal at the end of the road towards river Ganges and walked alone towards the river. It was early morning and deep red sun was rising from east side of the river. It seemed as Sun was coming out of the river, very slowly rising up in the sky in the far away horizon. Sun looked relaxed, fresh and its rays were low in intensity unlike the daytime. Motion of the Sun slowly from the river gave an impression of someone coming out from the river after bath.
People had already started descending to the river for holy bath. Mehir watched the strength of unabated faith when people plunged themselves into the cold and dirty water at the height of winter season without any remorse. The glow on their face after the bath, all because of their unquestionable faith that all their past sins were washed away by the streams of Ganges, was surprising. Mehir had never been so radiant even after bath in the crystal clear hot water from geyser and layers of creams over his face. He wondered,” Bhakti ki Shakti(Strength of Prayer).”

Far away on the other side of river, small chunk of woods were burning at some distance from each other. Mehir went to a boat and asked its owner,” What’s that brother?”

Boatman replied,” Saab…that’s a shamshaan and those are burning pyres of dead. Mehir had never been to a samsaan but today, he being running away from his own life, it was the best place to be. It is a place where we all summaries our life. He requested the boatman to take him to the other side.
Mehir went and sat on the small temple in the shamshaan. Watching dead bodies being burnt, relatives crying first and being back to normal just after some minutes amused him. We human fight all through their life for money, position, name, fame and lust, to be burnt someday into ashes which leave nothing of you in this world. We are born out of atoms to be ended in atoms. That’s the circle of life.
Lost in his own thoughts, Mehir little did realize that the priest had arrived in the temple. He cleaned the temple, bathed the statue, offered flowers and prayed. All though this, he observed Mehir sitting on the stairs staring towards the flow of Ganges. He completed his prayer and came towards Mehir saying,”Son...have some prasad. Don’t worry. Everything will be ok. Have you lost someone close? I have observed you sitting here for a long time all alone”

Mehir was snatched back from the embrace of thoughts by this little intervention of priest. He smiled and took the prasad. “No…I didn’t lose anyone today. I have lost myself. It didn’t happen in a single day but was stretched across years.” Mehir paused for a while and then continued,” Running in the race of life…..running for money, appreciation and fame…somewhere in the process I lost myself. I lost the ground to capture sky which I could never reach. I lost everything to find something that would never be mine.”

Priest didn’t look amused. He had seen people wondering over their life’s earning and learning but this sort of feeling is always momentarily. When you sitting in a shamshaan with pyres burning all around. It is nothing but natural to have extreme stream of emotions running through your blood. Priest took Mehir around the temple, offering water and murmuring the slokas of gita to calm him down.
Mehir sat with his back on one of the pillars of the temple. Priest was still sitting along with him. There was no one in the temple. Wind coming through the direction of Ganges’ flow had cooled down the surrounding. Sun had risen through the horizon and it had transformed dark foggy dawn into a wonderful clear day. Priest looking at Mehir wondered,” You seem to belong to a well to do family, learned and intelligent. What has made you so sad? Why are you wondering about life and death when you have a long life to live? Go back to your home….you will forget everything in some days. Everything will be back to normal”

Mehir looked into the eyes of priest and asked,” Why didn’t you go back to your home”
Priest was socked by this question. He looked away, collected himself and replied,” I am a Sanyasi. I have no family. I am away from all Moahs and Mayas.”

Mehir’s question caught the priest off guard. He tried to divert the attention of Mehir and asked,” Why are you so sad? Let it flow out of you. This is God’s home. You learned people may not believe in God but it is the only reason for my existence. If you could believe me even for a second, bring the past out and throw it into the Ganges. Ganges will take it alongside. Let the bygones be bygones. Destroy the past. Start afresh. Make a new beginning.” pushed the priest.

Mehir shook his head in negative but didn’t reply. Puzzled priest took his arm around Mehir. Mehir felt the warmth of his father around him. It was always easy to curl up in father’s arm after every mischief hoping to avoid mother’s warth. He would first correct the mistakes of Mehir and then would take him for a walk telling him the stories of great people and their life. He had never scold Mehir but his words of wisdom would always make Mehir accept his mistakes with a promise to never repeat it. Mehir started crying with his head over priest’s shoulder.

Priest asked slowly,” What happened, Son? Who are you?

Mehir relaxed himself by the pillar and replied,” I am an IT professional working for one of the most reputed organisations of India. My life has been on run and in the process I kept losing small parts of me that when I gather today seem to be a larger section of myself. I have lost my values which my father imbedded in me. I have lost strength to face someone because I could not cover for my faults. I have money, home and cars etc. but I am alone. I don’t remember when I last visited my sister’s home. I don’t remember when I called my mother on my own. My brother is working but what does he do. I have got no idea. I write code with no bugs. Customers appreciate my work. I have won many awards and accolades but not any heart. A small life for me seems to be too long to live now.
Today after many years, God snatches me back and plays the past to make me realise how much have I lost and whom have I alienated and hurt. IT’s life. It’s my life”

Priest added,” What is your story and whom did you hurt?”
..........can be continued