When union home minister P.Chidambram announced central government’s tactical approval for separate Telangana state, he must have been well aware of its repercussions. Separate Telangana state has been a long standing demand, intermittently going into sleep. But fast unto death undertaken by KCR, K. Chandrashekhar Rao, not only pulled it from hibernation but put it into the front. Public especially students joined in and it turned into a mass movement. KCR was adamant and doctors worried. Finally government at centre relented. Telangana went into celebration while rest of Andhra started sulking. It is just the start of the problem; major bone of contention will be Hyderabad. Elected representatives of rest of Andhra have already started resigning. I hope everything goes fine.
But the most devilish prediction any could make is the surge in similar demands for more states from other parts of India. Vidharbha( from Maharashtra), Harit Pradesh( from UP), Cooch Bihar( from Bengal and Assam), Bhojpur (from UP and Bihar), Mithalanchal (from Bihar), Bundelkhand( from MP and UP), Gorkhaland(from Bengal)…………list is long. It is demand of the hour of nip the bud in nascent. We can’t accept such demand at any cost though some of these do seem legitimate.
It would be better if centre brings in a resolution in parliament clearly redrawing the steps for creation of new states. Making the steps more stringent like clearly defining the minimum area, population, GDP, availability of natural resources and its ability to self sustain etc. for any new state resolution to be passed by state assemblies. A committee made of PM, Leader of Opposition, CM of state demanded to be bifurcated and CM of its neighboring states should screen any such resolution passed from state legislative assembly. If it is rejected by the screening committee, no such resolution could be brought in for, atleast, next fifty years. This committee should meet only once in two years, during CMs conclave in Delhi to save everybody’s time.
There was a time when the no. of council of ministers had become bone of contention. Horse trading was at its peak and each and every government was toppled by MLAs lured by lollypops like ministry. This menace was very well curbed by Vajpayee Govt. by limiting the maximum no. of ministers in a council by bringing in a resolution in parliament.
Something similar should be done currently, earliest the better, before Ajit Singhs of India smell the opportunity and bring another part of India to a standstill.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Distant Horizon- A Short Story
Electric….Newspaper……..Gas Cylinder…….Grocery store……..Milk……….Mehir kept shuffling the bills, threw them back on table and tried to concentrate on the serial running on TV. Renuka was late from office and Shridhar just got off on her. She first tried to calm him down, letting him know how a meeting scheduled at the far end of the day outstretched. But since he would have none of her reasons, she stormed out of the room shouting, “I run this house. I don’t sit idle in home like you all day”. Mehir’s mind was least interested in the story of Renuka and Shridhar running on TV. He switched off the TV and again pulled the bills back, calculated the total amount and took out money from Mehek’s purse.
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‘Mehir, Wake up….Its already 8:00…We would be late’ shouted Mehek. He rose from bed, cleaned himself and ran towards car. They were late, he tried to pace up the car and Mehek kept on counting how he had turned lazy these days, how he was always lost in his own thought etc. etc. He first dropped their daughter to school, then Mehek to her office and returned back home, back to the bed. He checked his mails, read newspaper, brought groceries and picked daughter from school while returning in the afternoon. Mehek returned in the evening and kept checking with Mehir if he had received any important mail, if he got any call and did he work on the plan. Frustrated he left the room and sat for hours in the reading room. There was the novel which he had purchased months ago but didn’t get time to read. It was the story of a young couple, both working, pushing their life through the labyrinth of expectations and aspirations. Misunderstandings and cracks in the relationship which had cropped in with time. Bored..he put the novel back on the shelf.
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Same routine kept repeating for days. He would wake up with no job to do, look into household chores and end up having small alterations with Mehek. Frustrated he started spending most of the time out side home…….chatting with locals and involving himself in society work which eventually landed him with a NGO working for the upliftment of the area.
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“Everything happens for a good. Had I got defeated or attempted suicide after I lost my job in the recession that happened 15 years ago. I would not have been addressing you from this podium. It was a though phase……..rather a very tough phase. I too felt defeated and frustrated and trying to run away from the difficulties back home, I landed up among you. Today I understand the importance of patience, confidence and hard work. Every black cloud has a silver lining. So I would urge you all to have the nerve of steel. Road that lie ahead for you is wonderful and promising, but it will have moments of uncertainty and self doubt. Those who can steer those moments will only reach the dreams we all have. I wish you all the luck as you pass through the of rolls this great institution” said Mehir, Honourable Prime Minister of India, in his convocation address to the students of IITM, one of the premier institutes of India.
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‘Mehir, Wake up….Its already 8:00…We would be late’ shouted Mehek. He rose from bed, cleaned himself and ran towards car. They were late, he tried to pace up the car and Mehek kept on counting how he had turned lazy these days, how he was always lost in his own thought etc. etc. He first dropped their daughter to school, then Mehek to her office and returned back home, back to the bed. He checked his mails, read newspaper, brought groceries and picked daughter from school while returning in the afternoon. Mehek returned in the evening and kept checking with Mehir if he had received any important mail, if he got any call and did he work on the plan. Frustrated he left the room and sat for hours in the reading room. There was the novel which he had purchased months ago but didn’t get time to read. It was the story of a young couple, both working, pushing their life through the labyrinth of expectations and aspirations. Misunderstandings and cracks in the relationship which had cropped in with time. Bored..he put the novel back on the shelf.
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Same routine kept repeating for days. He would wake up with no job to do, look into household chores and end up having small alterations with Mehek. Frustrated he started spending most of the time out side home…….chatting with locals and involving himself in society work which eventually landed him with a NGO working for the upliftment of the area.
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“Everything happens for a good. Had I got defeated or attempted suicide after I lost my job in the recession that happened 15 years ago. I would not have been addressing you from this podium. It was a though phase……..rather a very tough phase. I too felt defeated and frustrated and trying to run away from the difficulties back home, I landed up among you. Today I understand the importance of patience, confidence and hard work. Every black cloud has a silver lining. So I would urge you all to have the nerve of steel. Road that lie ahead for you is wonderful and promising, but it will have moments of uncertainty and self doubt. Those who can steer those moments will only reach the dreams we all have. I wish you all the luck as you pass through the of rolls this great institution” said Mehir, Honourable Prime Minister of India, in his convocation address to the students of IITM, one of the premier institutes of India.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Barack Obama- Dreams from my father, Book Reviewed
Just concluded reading ‘Barack Obama- Dreams from my father’. It is a good and inspiring read. I would admit this book has made a profound impact on me. I have always been a dreamy person, always dreaming about acquiring higher responsibilities, doing something for society, making others life a little better and doing my own little bit for the society etc. etc. Dreams are easy to make but when it comes to implementation everything looks difficult. I am in an age where it is ‘now or never’, either I will do it or don’t. At this juncture I read this book which made my difficulties look minuscule; Barack’s challenges were far greater than ours. If he can do it, why can’t we?
Barack Obama’s narration of his college days, his confusion about his roots and his visit to native place in Kenya is extraordinary. Overall it is a good book but I am afraid for those who have little interest in him or his ascent may not like it. It is a non fictional, autobiographical sort of book, priced around Rs. 400 in India.
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Started reading “Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish by Rashmi Bansal” on recommendation of Balraj, one of my closest friends. It is the inspiring stories of 25 IIMA entrepreneurs who chose to tread their own path. Balraj himself being a budding entrepreneur in Chandigarh, has recommended this book to me. Let’s see…how I feel about it…………I will keep you updated.
Barack Obama’s narration of his college days, his confusion about his roots and his visit to native place in Kenya is extraordinary. Overall it is a good book but I am afraid for those who have little interest in him or his ascent may not like it. It is a non fictional, autobiographical sort of book, priced around Rs. 400 in India.
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Started reading “Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish by Rashmi Bansal” on recommendation of Balraj, one of my closest friends. It is the inspiring stories of 25 IIMA entrepreneurs who chose to tread their own path. Balraj himself being a budding entrepreneur in Chandigarh, has recommended this book to me. Let’s see…how I feel about it…………I will keep you updated.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Lamhe chura yaadein banata jaata hoon.......
जिंदगी की अनजान राहों पे....अच्छे बुरे वक़्त से गुजरता हुआ....
खुलते पन्नो में अपनी कहानी पढता हुआ...
नये साथी बनाते, तो कुछ साथिओं को पीछे छोरता हुआ…..
कभी खुद को समेटते, तो कभी किसी को संभालता हुआ…
ख़रा युही देखता हूँ सालों को बीतता हुआ……
इन सालों में से कुछ लम्हें चुरा लेता हूँ…
लम्हों को पीरो साथ साथ यादें बनाता जाता हूँ!!!
सरक के पार रहने वाली बुडिया को इस दुनिया से जाते देखता हुआ,
बदलते मौसम और कम होती इंसानियत को निहारता हुआ….
मासूम बचपन को धीरे धीरे खोता हुआ……
हँसता हुआ…..रोता हुआ…
इन सालों में से कुछ लम्हें चुरा लेता हूँ…
लम्हों को पीरो साथ साथ यादें बनाता जाता हूँ!!!
सालों बाद…जब बैठूँगा अकेले में अपने हाथों की झुरियूं को निहारता हुआ….
तब कभी खोलूँगा अपनी यादों की पोटली….किसी को भूलता तो किसी को तरसता हुआ…….
यादों की सुनहरी तस्वीर पे अपनी छाप खुरेद्ता हुआ…….
चेहरे पे हंसी लायेंगी यह सब बातें……
हंसुंगा….खुश हो लूँगा....आने वाले वक़्त से डरता हुआ....
इसीलिए इन सालों में से कुछ लम्हें चुरा लेता हूँ…
लम्हों को पीरो साथ साथ यादें बनाता जाता हूँ!!!
- Mukul Priyadarshi
**** Mistakes in hindi writing could be attributed to my limited knowledge of google transliterate tool. I am aware of the mistakes but could not correct it. It is not intentional.
खुलते पन्नो में अपनी कहानी पढता हुआ...
नये साथी बनाते, तो कुछ साथिओं को पीछे छोरता हुआ…..
कभी खुद को समेटते, तो कभी किसी को संभालता हुआ…
ख़रा युही देखता हूँ सालों को बीतता हुआ……
इन सालों में से कुछ लम्हें चुरा लेता हूँ…
लम्हों को पीरो साथ साथ यादें बनाता जाता हूँ!!!
सरक के पार रहने वाली बुडिया को इस दुनिया से जाते देखता हुआ,
बदलते मौसम और कम होती इंसानियत को निहारता हुआ….
मासूम बचपन को धीरे धीरे खोता हुआ……
हँसता हुआ…..रोता हुआ…
इन सालों में से कुछ लम्हें चुरा लेता हूँ…
लम्हों को पीरो साथ साथ यादें बनाता जाता हूँ!!!
सालों बाद…जब बैठूँगा अकेले में अपने हाथों की झुरियूं को निहारता हुआ….
तब कभी खोलूँगा अपनी यादों की पोटली….किसी को भूलता तो किसी को तरसता हुआ…….
यादों की सुनहरी तस्वीर पे अपनी छाप खुरेद्ता हुआ…….
चेहरे पे हंसी लायेंगी यह सब बातें……
हंसुंगा….खुश हो लूँगा....आने वाले वक़्त से डरता हुआ....
इसीलिए इन सालों में से कुछ लम्हें चुरा लेता हूँ…
लम्हों को पीरो साथ साथ यादें बनाता जाता हूँ!!!
- Mukul Priyadarshi
**** Mistakes in hindi writing could be attributed to my limited knowledge of google transliterate tool. I am aware of the mistakes but could not correct it. It is not intentional.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Waiting Forever.....
It was a small, nondescript, oval shaped park sandwiched between roads from both the sides, with residential societies standing on the other sides of roads. It was named ‘Anandvan’ but was very well maintained or lush green. There were some benches in the park, oval noses at the ends had long Ashoka and big mango trees; and centre of the park had open space where societies’ children played.
On one side of the park was a residential society ‘SevaGram’. Naynaa along with her mother Mehek lived on the 3rd floor of the building, with their balcony facing the park. They enjoyed evening tea in the balcony, watching children play and some oldies sitting on the benches chatting continuously for hours, till it was dark. It was an amalgamation of two distant ends of life, children unaware, enthusiastic and enjoying every moment. On the other hand were old men/women tired, disturbed and uninterested. Park was their solace, their territory and their independence. And children’ unadulterated love and kindness was their daily dose of stamina which kept them going.
For some days Naynaa observed an old man, of around her mother’s age, sitting on the corner bench, all alone, little interested in happenings around him, submerged in his own thoughts and gazing intermittently on distant horizon till it was dark. She had never seen him before and none of others present in park seemed to recognize him. This has been his routine for last 2-3 weeks. It was no different for next some weeks till, one day, when Naynaa came in the park and sat beside him. Surprised, he looked at her and gave a gentle smile.
On one side of the park was a residential society ‘SevaGram’. Naynaa along with her mother Mehek lived on the 3rd floor of the building, with their balcony facing the park. They enjoyed evening tea in the balcony, watching children play and some oldies sitting on the benches chatting continuously for hours, till it was dark. It was an amalgamation of two distant ends of life, children unaware, enthusiastic and enjoying every moment. On the other hand were old men/women tired, disturbed and uninterested. Park was their solace, their territory and their independence. And children’ unadulterated love and kindness was their daily dose of stamina which kept them going.
For some days Naynaa observed an old man, of around her mother’s age, sitting on the corner bench, all alone, little interested in happenings around him, submerged in his own thoughts and gazing intermittently on distant horizon till it was dark. She had never seen him before and none of others present in park seemed to recognize him. This has been his routine for last 2-3 weeks. It was no different for next some weeks till, one day, when Naynaa came in the park and sat beside him. Surprised, he looked at her and gave a gentle smile.
“Hello Uncle, I am Naynaa. I live in SevaGram Society” said she to start the conversation.
“Hi Beti….How are you? I see you daily in your balcony with your mother. How did you come down today” he asked casually, plucked a leave from the nearby plant and kept making small pieces of it till it was impossible to tear it any further. He had made a heap of leaves’ pieces on the ground and this was the latest addition. She thought, maybe, this is his time pass activity in the park. The plant closer to the bench had very less leaves left and she knew it well why it was so.
She replied, “Hmmm...Yeah...I enjoy my evening tea in balcony with mom, watching children play in the park and setting sun in far sky. But it is you who have pulled me here today”
He threw the leave pieces and looked surprised, worried at her. “I…how can me?”he asked.
“I mean...I have observed you sitting here daily all alone, lost in your own thoughts. So thought to give you a company. Hope I will not bore you”
“No...No...not at all. You are welcome. I am new to this locality, am a bit reserved kind of person and don’t easily mingle with all, so generally keep a distance from others.” said he apologetically.
They kept chatting on general topics, whether, politics, sports and literature. It continued for many days and in the process they started admiring each other. If he was an intelligent and knowledgeable person. She was quick and witty. Naynaa liked spending time with him, and he no one knew when he felt. Whenever time permited she would come down in the park and they would chat for hours. Intermittent chats became routine and they came to know each other very well after some months. Naynaa was employed in an IT company and was living with her mother. She had lost her father last year to cancer. He was Mehir, a retired government employee, shifted some months ago in the city and was living all alone. When Naynaa asked him about his family, he informed her that he was never married and requested her not to ask any more questions about it. She respected his feelings. They would chat for hours on varied subjects, but never about their personal life. Naynaa would share most of her conversation with Mehir with her mother.
One day when Naynaa asked him, “Uncle. I know you won’t like it but this is within me for months. I have come to know you well but still I feel I don’t know you. You are a stranger to me. Who are you? Why didn’t you marry? Why did you come to this city?”
“You will know it all one day. Just have a little patience” he said and she didn’t ask anything more. It was all normal after that. They met, chatted and respected each other. Suddenly Naynaa stopped coming in the park and even Mehir didn’t turn up for a while. The bench in the corner stood unoccupied, witnessing their absence. Mehir started coming after some days but Naynaa didn’t turn up. He would come daily, wait for her and then return back when it is dark.
One day she came to the park, she looked down and dejected. They chatted but the weirdness of the circumstances was obvious. Mehir cut it in the middle and asked, “What has happened? Why are you looking so sad today? Where were you for so many days?”
She was stunned by the bluntness of his question in the middle of the conversation. She took time to bring her together, trying to control her emotions she said, “I lost my mother. She is no more”
He was shocked, didn’t move an inch, eyes fixed on her. They kept quite. She was trying to control herself, staring sometimes in sky; sometimes kept her head pressed down; or moved her eyes in varied directions
Mehir was observing this. He added, “I know it’s tough for you. It is natural. It is tough to loss some close to heart. But she was always like this, living the moments, doing things in flash and see… she left in a flash. It was also tough to me when I lost her almost 35 years back. She didn’t say anything, just left a note “Bbye Mehir!! Wish you all the best from my side for your life” That was it. No calls, no meetings, just the end. I tried hard to contact her but she would never reply to my messages even if she was aware.
“Who???...my mother”
“Yeah….your mother, Mehek. You remember…you asked me….why am I alone? What am I doing here? And I had said, “I would let you know when the day comes”. Today is the day. I and Mehek were together in college, together till our first job. Subsequently as we inched towards our youth and age got over us, we would have fights; there was insecurity and the question of marriage. We were from different parts of India and your mother was not ready to go against her parent’s wishes. One day we had a big fight and she left. She left…just left….neither ever contacted me nor acknowledged my many attempts to get in touch with her. And then I came to know the she married your father. She moved ahead in her life, but for me she was the full stop. I remained there still the same she left years ago. I was not waiting for her to come back. But living along her shadow, with the dreams we had together, for the future that I didn’t wish to see. I kept following her…..through common friends or internet, secretly, never coming in her way. I never married….it was tough to get over her…I could not do that. I kept working for my parents and brothers and when I retired, came in here and would come every day in the park to see her when in the balcony. I am not sure if she ever recognized me, it’s tough to recognize some body after 35 years. But for me her single gaze was enough to live for the day”
Tears rolled through his eyes. He wept uncontrollably in the presence of Nayana. He might have wept after years, for long time he had lost all emotions; earthy pulls never affected me. He kept crying, not sure if this was for Mehek’s death or for the decision she made 30 years ago or for the life which he sacrificed on her.
It had gone dark, 8:00 PM, Naynaa brought him in her apartment. She brought water for him. Mehek’s asthi, mortal remains, were kept in an earth pot in the corner of the room along a big portrait of her. She was smiling, maybe saying welcome to Mehir.
He was about to leave when Naynaa started speaking, “She always knew you are around. If you were following her, she was also informed about you. It was she who sent me to you to sit in the park. I would share everything which you used to tell me in those conversations and she would simply say he hasn’t changed. If she moved away from you, years ago, due to her parental wishes, she maintained the gap till her end for the rules of the society we live in”
Those words hit Mehir hard, caught him unawares. She knew all about him? She still loved him?? Message of those words were smooth to have flown inside him, he felt the rush within. He was at peace after so many years……got the answer for which he had been wandering. He opened the door and said turning back,” Bbye Naynaa…Take care of you….I don’t know how to live from tomorrow and for whom”
“For me….my mother died sure that you would look after me in her absence” replied Naynaa.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Nobel Laureate Barak Obama
Barak Obama won Nobel Peace Prize. I can't digest this even if I am one of his greatest admirers. There are some arguments and counter arguments going on but I will not dwell on that, and just hope Barak leaves up to the expectation.
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Currently admiring this song from movie 'Whats your Rashi' for last couple of days and below some lines are just mesmerising:
Yeh raat thodi toh dhalne do
dheere dheere isko pighalne do
aage hai do raah maanaa magar
thodi door toh saath chalne do
khone wali ho kal tum
ruk sako jo do pal tum
kuch tumhari tasveerein
rakh loon apni aankhon mein…
jao na… jao na
Listen to it on: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wn2jUyBFyn8&feature=related
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Currently admiring this song from movie 'Whats your Rashi' for last couple of days and below some lines are just mesmerising:
Yeh raat thodi toh dhalne do
dheere dheere isko pighalne do
aage hai do raah maanaa magar
thodi door toh saath chalne do
khone wali ho kal tum
ruk sako jo do pal tum
kuch tumhari tasveerein
rakh loon apni aankhon mein…
jao na… jao na
Listen to it on: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wn2jUyBFyn8&feature=related
Friday, October 2, 2009
Gandhi is not a Gaali
I must have been class 7 or 8- an age where teenhood sparks starts fighting to get out of parental grip. An age where dreams outdo the deeds and being the best in friend’s eye is the only motto.
Chat among we friends would always be on mundane topics, but it would be slightly different if it was independence, republic or Gandhi Jayanti days. Gandhi bashing would the trend at the slightest mention of his name. In a bid to outshine others we would bring out many lesser known false stories about him which we had heard in our general conversations outside school. Most discussed topics were how Indian National Army formed by Subhash Chandra Bose would have thrown out British with the help of Hitler and Japan had he been not killed in an accident. But Gandhi never supported Bose and even forced him out of Indian National Congress. How Gandhi was responsible for partition of India as he didn’t allow Jinnah to become the Prime Minister for he had soft corner for Jawahar Lal Nehru. Intermittently we would have many rounds of cheap and vulgar Gandhi jokes. Gandhi was a hated figure and to an extent a gali which was used for friends who either tried to be honest or if they wore circular spectacles.
I grew with time and luckily started enjoying reading books. In the process read many books on Indian independence struggle and some of the Gandhi ji’s biographies. His auto biography ‘My Experiment with Truth’ is simply great. After all the understanding gathered over a period of time, I can say with authority that there would not be a second human being like Gandhiji. He is simply the greatest. He not only preached. He lived his message. He famously remarked, “My life is my Message”. So true.
For those who say Indian National Army would have snatched independence from British with the help of Hitler and Japan, should know INC suffered a heavy jolt in north eastern part of India when they tried to enter India. Indian was still a country where industrial production was zero and to believe INC would have won with begged weapons or for that matter with indigenous swords, bow, sickle and canon etc, is the farthest of any imagination. I can’t buy this argument. India was still a divided country with no weapon production of its own. How can have we defeated British. Gandhiji realized this early and opted the way to force them to go on their own than throwing them out by defeating.
And the second incident of partition. Much has been written over it. Just recently Jaswant Singh lost his job for his book on partition. I only know by this time Gandhiji was well out of daily political negotiations. He was more of a mentor then and he did try his best to save the country from this agony. And if he favoured Nehru over Jinnah. That was the best thing to happen to our county at that time. See what Jinnah made of Pakistan. And Nehru’s work is for all to see. All the greatest institutions that make India today had been established under his leadership. Be it independent judiciary, Election Commission, Dams, BHEL, IITs etc. He gave a solid foundation to India.
I don’t say Gandhiji was faultless. There must be some weaknesses in Gandhiji as well, but after all was he not a human? Another point raised against him is about the company of women around him in his older days. Damn you…..they were his relatives……his nieces. Have you ever seen male members of family looking after the old? It’s always our mothers and sisters who look after elders’ daily chores. So was doing Gandhiji’s family. Why does it offend you?
Gandhiji is simply the greatest. And that’ why Martin Luther King and Nelson Mandela follows him, Barak Obama wants to dine with him and Einstein said, “Generations to come will scarcely believe that such a one as this walked the earth in flesh and blood.”
Chat among we friends would always be on mundane topics, but it would be slightly different if it was independence, republic or Gandhi Jayanti days. Gandhi bashing would the trend at the slightest mention of his name. In a bid to outshine others we would bring out many lesser known false stories about him which we had heard in our general conversations outside school. Most discussed topics were how Indian National Army formed by Subhash Chandra Bose would have thrown out British with the help of Hitler and Japan had he been not killed in an accident. But Gandhi never supported Bose and even forced him out of Indian National Congress. How Gandhi was responsible for partition of India as he didn’t allow Jinnah to become the Prime Minister for he had soft corner for Jawahar Lal Nehru. Intermittently we would have many rounds of cheap and vulgar Gandhi jokes. Gandhi was a hated figure and to an extent a gali which was used for friends who either tried to be honest or if they wore circular spectacles.
I grew with time and luckily started enjoying reading books. In the process read many books on Indian independence struggle and some of the Gandhi ji’s biographies. His auto biography ‘My Experiment with Truth’ is simply great. After all the understanding gathered over a period of time, I can say with authority that there would not be a second human being like Gandhiji. He is simply the greatest. He not only preached. He lived his message. He famously remarked, “My life is my Message”. So true.
For those who say Indian National Army would have snatched independence from British with the help of Hitler and Japan, should know INC suffered a heavy jolt in north eastern part of India when they tried to enter India. Indian was still a country where industrial production was zero and to believe INC would have won with begged weapons or for that matter with indigenous swords, bow, sickle and canon etc, is the farthest of any imagination. I can’t buy this argument. India was still a divided country with no weapon production of its own. How can have we defeated British. Gandhiji realized this early and opted the way to force them to go on their own than throwing them out by defeating.
And the second incident of partition. Much has been written over it. Just recently Jaswant Singh lost his job for his book on partition. I only know by this time Gandhiji was well out of daily political negotiations. He was more of a mentor then and he did try his best to save the country from this agony. And if he favoured Nehru over Jinnah. That was the best thing to happen to our county at that time. See what Jinnah made of Pakistan. And Nehru’s work is for all to see. All the greatest institutions that make India today had been established under his leadership. Be it independent judiciary, Election Commission, Dams, BHEL, IITs etc. He gave a solid foundation to India.
I don’t say Gandhiji was faultless. There must be some weaknesses in Gandhiji as well, but after all was he not a human? Another point raised against him is about the company of women around him in his older days. Damn you…..they were his relatives……his nieces. Have you ever seen male members of family looking after the old? It’s always our mothers and sisters who look after elders’ daily chores. So was doing Gandhiji’s family. Why does it offend you?
Gandhiji is simply the greatest. And that’ why Martin Luther King and Nelson Mandela follows him, Barak Obama wants to dine with him and Einstein said, “Generations to come will scarcely believe that such a one as this walked the earth in flesh and blood.”
(Gandhi pic from Internet)
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Rest in Peace YSR
This piece I wrote last week but didn’t put on Blog. Publishing is a bit late.
Yesterday was a holiday in office and it didn’t start well for me. I had gone to sleep the previous night after watching the repeated bulletins on YSR, Y. S. Rajashekhara Reddy- the charismatic Chief Minister of Andhra Pradesh, disappearance and fanatic searches that followed for the whole day.
I was shocked and hoped that he was fine somewhere in the jungles. As have been my nature for last some months, I put myself in officials’ shoes and tried to argue if I could have done better in this operation. Heart and mind,in unison, said ‘No’. Officials were doing great given the whether, terrain and resources, till the centre joined hands with more force and technical support.
One of my roommates was distressed and kept bombarding me with his ideas on what more could have been done , why Sukhoi is the best, how the officials have not been doing their job and everything that he might had read on Wikipedia/Google or watched on television. I kept quite, submerged in my own thoughts. I will accept that I have got a tool that helps me in having empathy for everything happening around me. The tool is to keep yourself in other’s shoes to gauge why did he do that and had you done any better. Believe me…most of the time I find myself doing the same if I had been in their place. That helps in having respect for others, than being merely an armchair critic criticizing everything happening around me. This time also I had no complains.
Coming back to YSR, morning bulletin announced his demise. Ohhh..he too is gone. I flashed back upon past and came the names of Rajesh Pilot, MadhavRao Sciendia, Pramod Mahajan, Kumarmangalam, GMC Balayogi, Sahib Singh Verma, Murasoli Maran etc. who have lost their promising life unfinished. May their soul rest in peace. I would be lying if I say I was an admirer of YSR. I liked Chandrababu Naidu. I am not an Andharaite who is aware of the ground realities and being employed in IT industry, Chandrababu was more attractive. But YSR turned the tide in last 6 years of his rule and I must admit I had started admiring him and secretly followed his popular programs just to follow, in case if ever I get a chance.
YSR demise made me revisit those notions that I had after my grandfather’s death.
“Why to fight all through life just to lose everything in a whiff?”..this feeling makes us pure for a while…..but again we are back to our normal self, fighting for small laurels, running in rat races, making in irregular fields for when all is going to be lost someday, sooner or later. Then why do we keep on doing it?………..for whom????.........why???........ why???.....I don’t know.
Yesterday was a holiday in office and it didn’t start well for me. I had gone to sleep the previous night after watching the repeated bulletins on YSR, Y. S. Rajashekhara Reddy- the charismatic Chief Minister of Andhra Pradesh, disappearance and fanatic searches that followed for the whole day.
I was shocked and hoped that he was fine somewhere in the jungles. As have been my nature for last some months, I put myself in officials’ shoes and tried to argue if I could have done better in this operation. Heart and mind,in unison, said ‘No’. Officials were doing great given the whether, terrain and resources, till the centre joined hands with more force and technical support.
One of my roommates was distressed and kept bombarding me with his ideas on what more could have been done , why Sukhoi is the best, how the officials have not been doing their job and everything that he might had read on Wikipedia/Google or watched on television. I kept quite, submerged in my own thoughts. I will accept that I have got a tool that helps me in having empathy for everything happening around me. The tool is to keep yourself in other’s shoes to gauge why did he do that and had you done any better. Believe me…most of the time I find myself doing the same if I had been in their place. That helps in having respect for others, than being merely an armchair critic criticizing everything happening around me. This time also I had no complains.
Coming back to YSR, morning bulletin announced his demise. Ohhh..he too is gone. I flashed back upon past and came the names of Rajesh Pilot, MadhavRao Sciendia, Pramod Mahajan, Kumarmangalam, GMC Balayogi, Sahib Singh Verma, Murasoli Maran etc. who have lost their promising life unfinished. May their soul rest in peace. I would be lying if I say I was an admirer of YSR. I liked Chandrababu Naidu. I am not an Andharaite who is aware of the ground realities and being employed in IT industry, Chandrababu was more attractive. But YSR turned the tide in last 6 years of his rule and I must admit I had started admiring him and secretly followed his popular programs just to follow, in case if ever I get a chance.
YSR demise made me revisit those notions that I had after my grandfather’s death.
“Why to fight all through life just to lose everything in a whiff?”..this feeling makes us pure for a while…..but again we are back to our normal self, fighting for small laurels, running in rat races, making in irregular fields for when all is going to be lost someday, sooner or later. Then why do we keep on doing it?………..for whom????.........why???........ why???.....I don’t know.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Jinnah kaa Jin
God knows when Jaswant Singh decided to write a book on Mohammad Ali Jinnah, eventually he wrote his own political obituary. He has been the news of the week and yesterday’s Sunday Times was no different. It had some special write ups on Indian Independence Movement in general and on Jinnah in particular. I read some interesting information which I would like to share with the SOBS readers, they are as below:
· Some say Jinnah was a secular Indian, messiah of Hindu-Muslim unity till he turned a staunch supporter for the cry of Pakistan and finally turned secular after the formation of Pakistan. Commenting on this Mushirul Hasan, historian and vice-chancellor of Jamia Millia Islamia says, “I am reminded of a line from Ghalib: Ki mere katl ke baad, usne jafaa se tauba(after killing me he swore never to cause pain).” Jinnah demanded Pakistan as a time when most Muslims were not in its favour and religious organizations such as the Jamiat-e-Ulema has rejected the two nation theory, Hasan says.
I particularly liked the Ghalib’s lines.
· Mohammad Hanif , famous journalist and author of Pakistan, in the interview says:
“Some on recently said, what do you expect from a country where the father of the nation (M A Jinnah) happens to be a brother of the mother of the nation (Fatima Jinnah). So it’s a bit of dysfunctional family.”
What an interesting fact?
Will keep you updated if I come to read any such lesser known or ignored quotes.
Keep reading!!!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
India: Be prepared for more attacks...
When Honourable Prime Minister Manmohan Singh made a statement yesterday in CM’s conclave,” There is definite information of future attacks on India being planned from Pakistan soil. Be prepared for more attacks in future”. It was not just a candid confession from a gentleman PM, or some sort of intelligence success. It only reflected the helplessness of the most powerful man of India. You are aware of attacks being planned against you, you have the whole contingent of armed forces at your disposal and other agencies in you command and then also you ask the state CMs to be prepared for more attacks in future. I don’t blame you Mr. Prime Minister. You can’t uprightly attack Pakistan and India is turning ungovernable day by day. Enemies of India have created a base within India, be it in Kashmir, UP, Assam or Gujrat. They get support from outside as well as from within. India was always a country of diversities but these diversities are now turning into divisions and ultimately these divisions give succor to enemies of the country.
I am helpless…..but you are not. You need to unite this country. Divisive organizations like ULFA, Naxals and Indian Majaheedin have no place here. They need to be thrown out, either by talk or by gun, whatever they wish. Hindi…Tamil..Telugu..Bengali can’t come in between India. Borders between Maharashta, Karnataka, Bihar, Bengal, Haryan and Punjab will never be allowed to become international borders. Let this known to everybody. Once our own house is in order we can wage a more determined attack on outside enemies.
Till then I am aware of plans to kill one of my family members and I sit helplessly on veranda, praying that it do not to happen ever. Why can’t I go, meet the person who has planned and try to resolve the issue? And if not, why can’t I plan the counter offensive and kill that man before he kills one of my family members? I can’t do either of this because my own family is not united and I don’t expect any support from them in either of the options. So put our own house in order first….don’t sit idle Mr. PM. You are the hope.
I am helpless…..but you are not. You need to unite this country. Divisive organizations like ULFA, Naxals and Indian Majaheedin have no place here. They need to be thrown out, either by talk or by gun, whatever they wish. Hindi…Tamil..Telugu..Bengali can’t come in between India. Borders between Maharashta, Karnataka, Bihar, Bengal, Haryan and Punjab will never be allowed to become international borders. Let this known to everybody. Once our own house is in order we can wage a more determined attack on outside enemies.
Till then I am aware of plans to kill one of my family members and I sit helplessly on veranda, praying that it do not to happen ever. Why can’t I go, meet the person who has planned and try to resolve the issue? And if not, why can’t I plan the counter offensive and kill that man before he kills one of my family members? I can’t do either of this because my own family is not united and I don’t expect any support from them in either of the options. So put our own house in order first….don’t sit idle Mr. PM. You are the hope.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Swine Flu(H1N1) in Pune
Swine flu (H1N1) fear has gripped Pune. It is more scary to see masked people all around you than the pandemic itself.All sneeze and cough attract attention and suspicious heads roll towards you, making you feel like a culprit.With people more conscious and government taking all possible actions, I hope its spread will be checked soon.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Gay India Gay.....
Delhi High Court’s last week decision to decriminalize Gay sex in India has been billed as a historic judgment. 24/7 News Channels, especially the English ones, have gone frenzy over this decision. The continuous flow of news for many days, discussions centered on it and attention grabbers socialites giving quotable bites….it seemed all were waiting for this day for years. It seemed as if India is a country of gays. Before I write anything more on this, let me give my personal view on legal sex:
“Any government should not decide what we do in our bedroom till it is forced on anyone; if it is consensual and has got no health implications”
Understandably I welcome the decision and look forward to the day when many form of sex which are still termed inhuman in law also goes out, but my concern is against the undue importance bestowed on this gay verdict by media. There were many important events happening all over India but this was the only news being flashed all over screen again and again. Combine this with current trend of cheap and vulgar comedies of bollywood centered around gayism……ohhh..enough is enough…Is India a country of Gays? If yes, then, girls would find company in all the chikna pinky boys who may be eve teased on road in future. If no, then, rest in peace…..abhi kalyung India me nahi aaya hai.
“Any government should not decide what we do in our bedroom till it is forced on anyone; if it is consensual and has got no health implications”
Understandably I welcome the decision and look forward to the day when many form of sex which are still termed inhuman in law also goes out, but my concern is against the undue importance bestowed on this gay verdict by media. There were many important events happening all over India but this was the only news being flashed all over screen again and again. Combine this with current trend of cheap and vulgar comedies of bollywood centered around gayism……ohhh..enough is enough…Is India a country of Gays? If yes, then, girls would find company in all the chikna pinky boys who may be eve teased on road in future. If no, then, rest in peace…..abhi kalyung India me nahi aaya hai.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Hillary Clinton's Speech
Its 2:00 A.M. and I, having had my doses of Quant and Verbal, decide to relax a bit. Jumbling through ‘Bollywood Hits’, ‘Greatest Love Songs’ and ‘Recent Bollywood Songs’ somehow land up on this amazing video on youtube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MeFMZ7fpGHY&feature=PlayList&p=26B41376512E1BE2&index=60&playnext=2&playnext_from=PLIt’s Hillary Clinton addressing Democratic National Conference. A wonderful speech, well articulated and delivered with punches and aura. She lost the democratic presidential nomination to Barak Obama and there she stand supporting him. Her reasoning for a democratic president, remembrance of the lady fighting for health insurance, promise to bring back soldiers from Iraq, equal right for women and plight of middle class stroke a chord with audience and the punch line ‘No Way, No How, No MaCain’ left all mesmerized.
There lies the difference between US and Indian politics. There two opponents joined hands to defeat a common enemy. This sort of statesmanship is missing in Indian politics. One hope that I get from here is that US is predominantly country of middle class and in next 10 years, Indian middle class’ share will rise to 65%........and definitely this would positively affect our politics.
As I was concluding this write up to lay down on bed, someone whispered, “So what are your political plans?” and I murmured,”
As the wind of time pass beside,
I keep open my eyes,
Who knows?
Maybe some opportunity comes by my side.”
…………………..Good Night…naa…Its 3:00 A.M. now….Good Morning
Friday, June 12, 2009
Serial Chain Killer - A Short Story
S.S Malhotra, Sub-Inspector, Puraani Hawelli Thana was filling FIR register in dim candle light. He had cluttered complains in a page and was transferring those in the FIR register which had been found worth after initial ‘unofficial’ investigation. It was a single room police station with two tables, some chairs, an almirah that contained record books, some many years old, and an old watch hanging from the wall. S.S Malhotra flashed the torch light on watch and its wings were closer. It was 8:30:00 PM. His night shift had just started and there were hours left. He wished they went well.
Last some weeks of Malhotra’s night shift were explosive. A series of killings were
recorded and since all victim’s chains and valuables were missing, it was assumed that they were cases of ‘theft and killing’. Police didn’t have any clue about the serial killer even after 3 months of intermittent killings. This incident caught people’s attention and was famously referred as ‘Serial Chain Killing’. A wave of fear and anxiety was flowing through the spines of citizen, especially women of the area. Malhotra got night shift every alternate week along with an assistant. There were 2 sub-inspectors and 2 hawaldars who swapped their shifts, morning and night, every week to run the station. Unfortunately all the incidents of ‘Serial Chain Killing’ had occurred in Malhotra’s shift and today expectedly he was extra cautious.
Last some weeks of Malhotra’s night shift were explosive. A series of killings were
recorded and since all victim’s chains and valuables were missing, it was assumed that they were cases of ‘theft and killing’. Police didn’t have any clue about the serial killer even after 3 months of intermittent killings. This incident caught people’s attention and was famously referred as ‘Serial Chain Killing’. A wave of fear and anxiety was flowing through the spines of citizen, especially women of the area. Malhotra got night shift every alternate week along with an assistant. There were 2 sub-inspectors and 2 hawaldars who swapped their shifts, morning and night, every week to run the station. Unfortunately all the incidents of ‘Serial Chain Killing’ had occurred in Malhotra’s shift and today expectedly he was extra cautious.He reviewed all the comments on the sheet for complaints made in the day by SI of the morning shift and made official entry in FIR register only those complains which were serious and could not be solved by small intervention from police, senior members of the society or also 1-2 shots of police danda. He completed this job by 10PM. There was no electricity and it too humid inside.
This small town had seen some development off late, all due to new young and energetic MP from this area. He has succeeded in getting some small scale industries established around this town. Locals were getting employed and the all women textile industry had caught the attention of media. It was started by an NGO, lead by women and employed only women starting from guards to top management. It had got very popular and orders were pouring like uninvited guests. To fulfill the orders on time and keep the commitment, company started night shifts and most of the victims of ‘Serial Chain Killing’ were night shift employees of this all women textile company.
Malhotra put the record book in almirah and pushed the chair back, moved his legs up on the desk and went for rest. He had been quite generous these days. He didn’t mind consecutive weeks of night shifts, even manning the station single handedly on many nights. His companion, constable Ramesh, had got married some months ago and Malhotra was quite generous to leave him mid shift every week to go back home. Also Malhotra’s wife was pregnant and was living with her parents, so he was all alone and it didn’t matter which shift he was doing, till this ‘Serial Chain Killing’ appeared.
Senior officers had visited the area and instructed Malhotra and others to remain extra vigilant. Lady employees of textile firm were instructed not to venture out alone in evening and night. Police holed up some local history sheeters but none accepted the crime. Some chains captured from these men matched the missing ones from the victims. Police saw this as success and was trying to close the case putting the blame on these men. But Police knew it well that murder charge would not stand in court, there was no proof to prove that these small time chain snatchers could kill someone.
Ramesh brought food for Malhotra and waked him up, “Sir, Have your dinner”. Malhotra was having his dinner when he remarked,” Ramesh….Go home buddy! I am enough here. I will call for you if something comes up. Anyway your home is 1-10 mins walk from here.”
Ramesh left, Malhotra finished his dinner and went back to sleep again. Silence of night, with musings of cockroaches all around, was broken into pieces by the thunderous roaring of police station phone. Malhotra shot up from his chair, brought himself together and picked the phone. ‘Hello! Puraani Haweli Thana’ said he. ‘Hello Sir! I am Sangita, an employee of ‘Akhil Mahila Suti Udyog’. I have been returning from office, when two miscreants intercepted me and pulled triggered on me. They snatched my purse, chain and all other ornaments. They left my cell only because they could not find it; it was in my back pocket. I am very scared sir...pls help me...help me please” cried the voice of lady on phone. Malhotra said,”Sangita, Don’t worry. I will pick you and catch the culprits. Let me where are you currently”
She replied,” I am near R.M Road. Nobody is here. Save me...help me sir”
He said,” Sangita! Control yourself. Don’t get into the eyes of any stranger. We can’t allow ‘Serial Chain Killer’ to strike. Can you the see khandahar( an old house) on R.M Road?”
‘Yes Sir’ replied she.
He assured, ” Good. Go to that khandahar and wait till I am there in police van. Don’t make any noise and switch of you cell. I don’t want ringtone or light of your cell to alarm anyone. ‘Serial Chain Killer’ could be anybody. Have you called someone other than police?
“Yes Sir, My father” said Sangita and moved towards the khandahar.
Malhotra took the no. of sangita’s father and put the receiver down. He then called her father and assured him that he was on his way to bring his daughter back home. He pulled out police van and moved towards khandahar on R.M. Road.
He stopped police van at some distance from khandahar, pulled out rod from van on one hand, brought out revolver in other hand and moved slowly towards the khandahar. When he reached there, moved up on the stairs and inside, he whispered, ”Sangita! It’s me! Police! Don’t worry! Come out. I had talked to your father. He is anxiously waiting for you. Let us go home”
Sangita didn’t come out first. But when she found the whisper to be same as the police voice she had talked to on phone. She came close to the whisper and said, “Sir, I am here. Thank you for coming” and she started crying. It was pitch dark and both of them could not see each other. Malhotra tilted the rod on wall and placed his revolved inside the cover hanging on his waist. He said,” It too dark here. Did you call someone after talking to me? “
She said, ” No sir. I had switched off the cell as instructed by you”
He exclaimed,”Good! Give me your hand. I am unable to see you. Let me guide you to police van”
Sangita raised her hand in the direction from where the voice of Malhotra was coming and midway it met with his hands. Her hand was smooth and cold out of fear and on the other side, his was firm and warm.
He came close and said,” why are you so cold, out of fear? Don’t be fearful. I am with you and snatched her in his arms and started kissing. Before she could understand anything, he had embraced her and was kissing her vigorously, slowing moving down the body with his one hand on her mouth. He pushed her on the floor and wrapped his handkerchief on her mouth, grabbed her hands and tied her legs with his. He was completely over her, sucking breast, slowly removing T-shirt, grabbed her bra and pulled it away in single stroke. She lied there helplessly wondering if he was really a policeman, serial chain killer or some third person. She closed her eyes, praying to God, suffering the pain. He continued, caressing her body, playing with her hairs and his mouth sometime finding her tongues and sometime her breast. He kept lying in steady state, his hands exploring her curves till it rested on her butt. He moved his hands around and unbuttoned her jeans, lowered it down and pulled down his zip. He was inside her, stroking it hard. She kept on banging on the wall with each of the stroke. Finally, motionless, he kept hanging on her.
She laid unconscious, tears flowing down eyes and her body spread on the floor. Malhotra collected their cloths, prepared himself and started putting clothes on her. She didn’t react anyway…she was laying their almost dead, maybe wondering if it was worth living anymore or where would she go from here? When she had her clothes on, Malhotra stood up, took the rod which he had kept by wall, and raised it high and shot it off over her head, with full force. Thhhdddddd……it was all over…..she didn’t make noise and whatever life was left in her it left without a noise. He removed the handkerchief from her mouth.
Malhotra dragged her body outside khandahar and left it in the ditch near road. It had all her clothes on and he made sure that she looked normal and itlooked nothing suspicious. When he was sure that everything was ok, he took her phone and called her father.
“Hello..Hello…Sangita…where are you? Why didn’t you reach home till now? Are you safe?” Her father kept on asking, and then Malhotra replied,” Sir, This is ASI Malhotra calling. Your daughter had called me when some miscreants looted her valuables and purse but when I reached here, it was too late. I am sorry…I found her dead body in a ditch on R.M Road. I think it’s the case of ‘Serial Chain Killer’”
There was no reply from other side and her father somehow replied that he was coming to the location of incident. Malhotra then called Ramesh and informed him that ‘Serial Chain Killer’ had stroked again and asked him to come to location of incident.
Next day newspaper said, “Serial Chain Killer strikes again. A lady employee of local Textile Company was looted and then killed. ASI Malhotra informed press that they had prepared a comprehensive plan to catch the ‘Serial Chain Killer’ soon. “Police will not be a mute spectator and soon culprit will be behind bars” he said.
Friday, May 22, 2009
सपनें उम्मीद बन जाते हैं.....
सपनें उम्मीद बन जाते हैं,
आँशु फरियाद की शक्ल बनाते हैं!
चीखता है दिल,
और लम्हें तेरी याद बन आते हैं!
धङकनें थम सी जाती हैं,
खामोशी लाचारी का शबब बन चिढाती है!
हवाएँ पुछती हैं सवाल,
और आकाश घूरता है मुझे!
बुत बन मैं,
शून्य को निहारता जाता हूँ,
क्युँ की यह गलती सोच सोच पछताता हुँ!!
-मुकुल प्रियदर्शी
आँशु फरियाद की शक्ल बनाते हैं!
चीखता है दिल,
और लम्हें तेरी याद बन आते हैं!
धङकनें थम सी जाती हैं,
खामोशी लाचारी का शबब बन चिढाती है!
हवाएँ पुछती हैं सवाल,
और आकाश घूरता है मुझे!
बुत बन मैं,
शून्य को निहारता जाता हूँ,
क्युँ की यह गलती सोच सोच पछताता हुँ!!
-मुकुल प्रियदर्शी
Friday, May 15, 2009
Lalu is down, but don't count him out
Counting of votes starts tomorrow and everyone is predicting clean sweep for JD (U), Nitish Kumar-BJP combination in Bihar. Will this mean complete rout for charismatic maverick Lalu Prasad Yadav? Some say yes. Others are writing his politically obituary. Go slow……..let me warn you……he has proved all wrong three times in past. He has been written off on following moments, but he came out stronger:
1) In year 1997 when Lalu was forced to go jail in fodder scam. Everyone thought its end for him and the man replacing him would not leave an inch for him when he comes back from jail. He proved all wrong and made his housewife Rabri Devi the CM of Bihar. He won.
2) Come 2001, Ranjan Prasad Yadav spearheaded revolt in RJD. He had tactical support of Nitish Kumar’s Samata Party, Ramvilas Paswan’s LJP and BJP to form an alternative government by dissolving Lalu-Rabri’s Government. Lalu was again on the verge of going to Jail in Jharkhand, a BJP ruled state, in connection with fodder scam. Lalu removed Ranjan Prasad Yadav from party, addresses a series of rallies in Bihar and court gave him bail. Again He won.
3) Bihar Assembly Election 2000. BJP and JD (U) had won handsomely in Lok Sabha elections a year ago. They were expected to repeat the performance in assembly elections as well, just after 1 year. But Lalu won majority of seats and Rabri Devi formed the government. Lalu won again.
Today also I am a little skeptical, Lalu will not go easily. Let’s see what’s there in ballot box. Tomorrow holds the key.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
IPL(Season 2)-Indian Politician's League
The decision to take IPL-Season 2 outside India doesn’t go down well with me. It paints India in very bad light. Can’t a nation of 1 billion provide security for an IPL tournament? IPL could not have been postponed give the busy international cricket calendar and elections are prime important for any democratic nation. The nature of both these events made the collision inevitable. I had some hope of resolution as elections are to be held in five phases and IPL governing council was flexible enough to provide gap between match and election by 24 hrs, then 72 hrs and then by a week. But it seems as usual politicians unnecessarily dragged their feet into it. When BJP ruled stated agreed to give security to IPL, suddenly, congress ruled states like Maharashtra and Andhra Pradesh took back their assurances for security. No doubt this matter will become political in coming days and I won’t be surprised if BJP uses it to establish an emotional chord with cricket crazy Indian population. Narendra Modi fired the first salvo when he compared this matter with national pride and commonwealth games in 2010. And I seemed to agree with him.
I am afraid it may become a waterloo for congress and a blessing in disguise for IPL as it may create international interest in IPL. Add this with Indian interest; IPL-3 could very well turn into an international event. But whether it will be held in India or abroad that will depend on the attitude of government that will come after this election. And if BJP utilizes this issue well, it could well be a BJP lead NDA government.
I am afraid it may become a waterloo for congress and a blessing in disguise for IPL as it may create international interest in IPL. Add this with Indian interest; IPL-3 could very well turn into an international event. But whether it will be held in India or abroad that will depend on the attitude of government that will come after this election. And if BJP utilizes this issue well, it could well be a BJP lead NDA government.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Varun Gandhi- Fighting for his own 'Space'
I first heard of Varun Gandhi, son of Meneka and Sanjay Gandhi, some years ago when he published his book of poems “The otherness of self”. It was well attended function by the political class of that time. It was an impressive debut in public life. Observing him from the columns of newspapers, I think he is very calculative and smart. His decision to attach his gransfather’s name Feroze with his own name caught everyone’s attention. He calls himself Feroze Varun Gandhi. Varun already had sympathy of all, for losing his father in an early age (He was only 3 months old when Sanjay Gandhi died). Also his decision to bring his grandpa’s name (Feroze, an inspiring MP, has long been forgotten) again in limelight endeared him to the media and political class of India, except I assume Congress party which was lead by Sonia Gandhi who herself was trying to bring ‘not so impressive at that time’ Rahul Gandhi into congress. Varun knew well that there is no place for him in congress and her mother was already out of Janta Dal. She has won last election as in independent. BJP was at its best under Atal Bihari Vajpayee’s leadership. No time is late….Meneka and Varun joined BJP and found a promoter in Pramod Maharaj who took Varun to many political sabhas all over India in 2004 general election. Varun was below 25 and could not fight the election in 2004 but he became the star campaigner for BJP. Pramod Maharaj nurtured and promoted him to the hilt.
And then the tragedy struck. BJP unexpectedly lost 2004 general elections and Pramod Mahajan died. Varun wanted to fight by-elections from Vidisha, MP but was denied ticket by BJP given the pressure from local unit against an outsider. Varun went sulking and rejected the posts of youth leader and secretary offered by BJP.
This long wait for ambitious Varun ended in 2009 when BJP announced his name in its very first list from Pilibhit, a constituency laboriously served for him. It was thought as an easy challenge for him till this fiasco happened. He was caught speaking against a community and was termed communal.
He said, “This is not a 'Hand' (Congress symbol), it is the power of the 'Lotus' (BJP symbol). It will cut the head of ....... Jai Shri Ram."
He told another meeting "If anyone raises a finger towards Hindus or if someone thinks that Hindus are weak and leaderless, if someone thinks that these leaders lick our boots for votes, if anyone raises a finger towards Hindus, then I swear on Gita that I will cut that hand."
A young and ambitious third generation of leaders in BJP was turned overnight into a communal and selfish politician.
He replied to all the charges:
He said, “I am a Gandhi, a Hindu and an Indian in equal measure,” He went on to add, “I have not made any communal statement...I want the people to stand by me. It is a malicious attempt to brand me communal. There is no question of my having any ill feeling towards (any) community," he said.
"My attempt is to instill confidence in a community which feels it is under siege in their own country."
Whatever he says…not doubt...it has dented his image and to an extent his confidence. Election Commission and Media is going all out against him. He needs to learn the trade early or it would not be late when
Rahul Gandhi is learning it fast and in right way. Varun keep cool, shed your fear of loss and turn into an ideal leader that India needs today.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
International Women's Day
Trivia: International Women’s Week is celebrated in the first week of March every year and International Women’s day is celebrated on 8th March every year.
There are many past events that are linked to this week and date to justify the celebration of women’s week and day on this particular date. Each of these events happened in different parts of the world but the most important event that comes closer to the explanation is the revolt of woman textile workers in USA on 8th March 1857(source: Wikipedia).
There are many past events that are linked to this week and date to justify the celebration of women’s week and day on this particular date. Each of these events happened in different parts of the world but the most important event that comes closer to the explanation is the revolt of woman textile workers in USA on 8th March 1857(source: Wikipedia).
So….you got the topic of today…women’s day. Today is Sunday and justifiably I woke up late. By that time Dada has already brought newspaper inside and the first thing that caught my attention was some facts put in the newspaper about women in India. Questions put to women were:
1) What is more important to you? Career, Family and shouldn’t have to choose?
2) Is sexual harassment at workplace? Yes, No and can’t say?
3) Who decides how you spend or invest your money? Myself, Parents and Husband/Partner?
4) Who should decide what a woman can/can’t do as evening entertainment? Parents/Husband, Moral Police, The woman herself and can’t say?
Under the attractive packaging and headlines, newspaper has handsomely analyzed the data and put it in the way it wanted. Being an analyst I know how to play with data and being manipulative to serve my own purpose. So does all the magazines and newspaper. I don’t have problem with the facts but the basis of these entire conclusion.
What we wanted to present was figures that could let us understand how far we have moved in our fight towards women libration, freedom to women and their status in society as well as family।
None of these questions answered that!!!
If a woman feels family is more important to her। Does this mean she is not librated or has less freedom? Even I have my family more important than career and if situation warrants would not mind leaving my job or taking a sabbatical if financial situation allows.
Who decides how to spend or invest your money? I agree most of the women leave this far father or husband to handle। Most of the female actors do so…does this mean they are less librated or have less freedom? It is more to do with the confidence that they have in their father or partner. Even I prefer leaving money matters to my father.
Who should decide what a woman can/ can’t do as evening entertainment? Again not a justified question…don’t our parent decide what their children do in evening irrespective whether they are boys or girls? Don’t men inform/discuss their evening plan with wife?
What I want to stress is that none of the questions give us a clear picture of how far we have moved in for our aim of total libration and freedom for women.
If we sincerely wanted to check that it would have been better had we analyzed:
1) How many women are there in once thought men bastions like different wings of defense, religious preaching, administrative jobs and politics etc?
2) How safe women feel in house as well as society?
3) How many women related crimes led to conviction?
4) How have the women related crime rates in homes moved in recent past?
Analysis of answers to these questions would have better answered query that what the newspaper asked, though they might not have presented such an interesting picture.
All those so called women’s well wishers need to understand that women liberation is not all about wearing jeans, going to pubs, dancing in discos and working. It is all about acceptance as equals and availability of equal opportunities for them. Start at home……give them equal love and status….without any bias.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
मैं कौन....
मैं कौन...
बिशवास मन की,
उम्मीद दिल की,
चमक आँखों की,
और गर्मी बाहों की!
मैं हूँ जीत जवान की,
काबु बलवान की,
हूँ मैं इन्तजार पयार की,
और इन्तहा ऐतबार की!
मैं कौन....
खुशबू हवा की,
आराम दवा की,
बहाव नदी की,
और सोच कवि की!
मैं हूँ युद्ध जीवन मरण की,
चरण गुरु की,
और प्रतिज्ञा कारन की!
मैं कौन....
'मुकुल' कहे जीवन ऐसा जीना,
'मैं कौन...' की खोज में राह ऐसा बनाना,
'हो जीवन संदेश मेरा' 'मुकुल को बस ख़ाक में हैं मिल जाना!
-मुकुल प्रियदर्शी
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Jai Ho - The song that made history, 'Full Lyrics'
Guljar/Rehman/Sukhvinder combination made the, now, historic song 'Jai Ho'. This song, though not the best of this combination, won Oscar which is the aim of every Indian film personality. But is Oscar that much important? It is Hollywood’s award like we have filmfare awards. Why would Oscar felicitate any Indian film and why should an Indian aim for Oscar? Have you heard of filmfare felicitating Hollywood movies or actors?
I leave this question for you to decide...but below is the full 'Jai Ho' song....will mind boggling lyrics of Guljar saab....try to understand each sentence....you would love it!!
Jai Ho!
Aaja aaja jind shamiyaane ke taley
Aaja zari waale neele aasmaane ke taley
Jai Ho!
Ratti ratti sachchi maine jaan gawayi hai
Nach Nach koylon pe raat bitaayi hai
Ankhiyon ki neend maine phoonkon se udaa di
Gin gin taarey maine ungli jalayi hai
Eh Aaja aaja jind shamiyaane ke taley
Aaja zari waale neele aasmaane ke taley
Baila! Baila!(Dance! Dance!)Ahora conmigo, tu baila para hoy(Now with me, you dance for today)Por nuestro dia de movidas,(For our day of moves,)los problemas los que sean(whatever problems may be)Salud!(Cheers!)Baila! Baila!(Dance! Dance!)
Jai Ho!
Chakh le, haan chakh le, yeh raat shehed hai
Chakh le, haan rakh le,
Dil hai, dil aakhri hadd hai
Kaala kaala kaajal tera
Koi kaala jaadu hai na?
Aaja aaja jind shamiyaane ke taley
Aaja zari waale neele aasmaane ke taley
Jai Ho!
Kab se haan kab se jo lab pe ruki hai
Keh de, keh de, haan keh de
Ab aankh jhuki hai
Aisi aisi roshan aankhein
Roshan dono heerey hain kya?
Aaja aaja jind shamiyaane ke taley
Aaja zari waale neele aasmaane ke taley
Jai Ho!
I leave this question for you to decide...but below is the full 'Jai Ho' song....will mind boggling lyrics of Guljar saab....try to understand each sentence....you would love it!!
Jai Ho!
Aaja aaja jind shamiyaane ke taley
Aaja zari waale neele aasmaane ke taley
Jai Ho!
Ratti ratti sachchi maine jaan gawayi hai
Nach Nach koylon pe raat bitaayi hai
Ankhiyon ki neend maine phoonkon se udaa di
Gin gin taarey maine ungli jalayi hai
Eh Aaja aaja jind shamiyaane ke taley
Aaja zari waale neele aasmaane ke taley
Baila! Baila!(Dance! Dance!)Ahora conmigo, tu baila para hoy(Now with me, you dance for today)Por nuestro dia de movidas,(For our day of moves,)los problemas los que sean(whatever problems may be)Salud!(Cheers!)Baila! Baila!(Dance! Dance!)
Jai Ho!
Chakh le, haan chakh le, yeh raat shehed hai
Chakh le, haan rakh le,
Dil hai, dil aakhri hadd hai
Kaala kaala kaajal tera
Koi kaala jaadu hai na?
Aaja aaja jind shamiyaane ke taley
Aaja zari waale neele aasmaane ke taley
Jai Ho!
Kab se haan kab se jo lab pe ruki hai
Keh de, keh de, haan keh de
Ab aankh jhuki hai
Aisi aisi roshan aankhein
Roshan dono heerey hain kya?
Aaja aaja jind shamiyaane ke taley
Aaja zari waale neele aasmaane ke taley
Jai Ho!
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.
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.
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.
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
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