Saturday, December 12, 2015

Revenge !!!!!!!!!!!!

She sat in the Starbucks cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The blood stained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her blue silk scarf. The impatient crowd was going more impatient. And suddenly she saw two Scorpio with a red beacon approaching towards the store. She didn’t have any time to get surprised and she moved towards the chef’s corner as fast as a bolt. It was dark and she got lost in the dark.
‘Mr. Sabya Mukherjee’ was the name of the cop who entered the café. His batch was looking a bit old suggesting of his years of his service to the department. And he had been accompanied by other 5 constables. He begins to stare everyone out of suspect when an old guy interrupted the officer.
‘We think that one murderer was spotted in this lane. And we need to check this café for the same’, said Sabya. He had that Bengali accent in his voice.
‘You can’t go inside until you have the permission for the same sir.’
The old guy seemed to be as firm as a rock.
The police officer didn’t want to create a scene in front of people. And he went.


‘You should be careful. I cannot deal with this anymore.’ said the old man to the girl.
‘C’mon Papa, Suman deserved better. She had to deal with more complex things that we have to.’ Said the girl who had hidden in the corner.
She kept moving.
‘Atleast listen to me. I am your……’

She had already gone and the last word of her father had lost somewhere in the air. She was a stubborn girl just like her father.

Nandini was not just like another girl in New Delhi. She was prettier by her heart, but her complexion was the exact opposite one. She was a Computer Science student in NIT Delhi. She was a bright student, but she always felt that being ugly was one of the funniest jokes that God had made with her. She had been suffering for the same for years. And guess what? Facebook had made it worse. Tagging her photos seemed to be an unlikely idea for her friends. They would crop out her pics and then they used to post it. Nandini used to just like other’s post and that was the only thing that she could do. She had fought many odds throughout her life.
‘Beauty is God’s handwriting’ and this is what she believed in. She believed herself to be the punctuation of His handwriting. It exists but hardly gets noticed.
She wanted revenge. A bitter revenge. And it was for her friend whom she and the whole college considered to be the most beautiful girl in the whole campus.

………………………………………………Few Months Back…………………..........................

Suman and Nandini were like best friends. Suman was in Information Technology and Nandini was in CS. Both of them and their branches were like cousin sisters. Suman was one of the most beautiful girl in the whole campus. She had that perfect watery eyes. Her hair strands used to sing poetry when they used to flutter in the mild air. Her vocals were the second best engineering done by the God after her contours.
Their friendship hadn’t gone well with the other guys and their friends in the college. They had similar thoughts and ideas but there was hardly any similarity in their complexion. Even the faculty members used to get startled after watching their pair. Suman used to live in Delhi with her sister who had just got married 1 year ago and Nandini used to stay at Girls Hostel. 

‘I like you because I think that you have a beautiful heart. God don’t have much time to create something useless’ Suman used to tell Nandini when she used to be grilled by others for their friendship.

One day Suman begin to cry. Nandini asked her the reason for the same. Her face with teary eyes was one of worst things one could see in his life. However Suman didn’t broke her silence. She was as mysterious as shadow. But one day she finally opened up and told Nandini about her illegitimate relationship with her brother-in-law.

Nandini was in shock. She had only read about these stuffs but never had encountered such thing so closely. Suman said that her brother-in-law forces her for the relationship. She tried to tell her sister but that would only bring shame to their family and herself. She had remained silent for months and now she used to feel guilty for the same. Finally the truth had come out. No matter how deep you bury it, it has a natural tendency to sneak out.

Suman told that making her that beautiful had become curse for her. She used to draw unwanted attention. She used to draw unwanted crowd. Every second guy wanted to spend time with her in school or in college. And Facebook made it worse. Every first guy wanted to have a selfie with her. And none used to forget to tag her in the post. She used to have hundreds of friend request. But she didn’t want these things. She wanted respect not attention. She believed that the former lasts longer than the latter. She wanted few friends. She wanted true friends. And she wanted quantum of solace.
One day while Nandini was in hostel. She was called to Hospital. When she reached there, She found that suman was lying motionless on a bed. Others told her that she had committed suicide. But Nandini didn’t cry.  It was not the right time to shed tears. She looked like a rock. She knew that it was not a suicide, rather it was a murder. Nandini saw that her brother-in-law was too crying. 

Nandini gave a thought in her mind if she could kill him right away. But she remained silent and kept her silence.
And one day she finally killed Suman’s Brother-in-law. The blood stain on the knife was of suman’s brother-in-law.
Nandini tried to set an example by killing her. She knew that her act was not going to bring her back but she did so for her satisfaction.
She had taken months for the planning of the murder. She knew about the loop hole in the police investigation and she executed it perfectly.
She had paid tribute to her best friend until one day she got a call. She hardly could believe her ears. She was suman on the other side but how it was possible. She believed that someone was playing prank with her. The caller asked Nandini if they could meet at the mentioned place.

And guess what?

She was damn Suman. She looked different. She had changed her dressing style and she had begun to use contact lenses. She was looking different but that was the not the question that was shaking the ground beneath Nandini. How the hell she had made it?

‘Hi, Nandini. Howz life?’ she was reacting in such a way if anything hadn’t happened.

‘Sumann? But . How come?’ Nandini was just staring suman out of her amazement.

‘It all was a part of a game. I needed someone to do my job, Nandini. And you did it and that’s too finely.’

‘You were dead? I saw you lying in the hospital. I saw your sister crying like a hell’

‘In fact I had practised stopping my heartbeat. I had also taken few dose of magnesium and that had assisted me to do the same. When the doctor came, he saw that I was skipping my heartbeats and then the signal went flat. He went away and then I was moved further to by some guys who were already there working for me. And then we finally replaced body of mine with another. Also my sister decided to cremate my body electrically and that prevented anyone to see my face for the last time and finally I got my death certificate. It looked tough. But it was all good.’

‘But why? Suman.’

‘There was a reason my friend. It was money. I needed to kill my brother-in-law. He was having a major share in our family business and he was treating us like hell. So I needed someone to do mine job of killing him. You looked perfect to me and then I framed a story about the illegitimate relationship and all that. You believed. I knew that you would believe me. And then I with the help of my sister executed the very next level in my plan.’ She said as she removed her shades.

‘In fact it was ours plan. Isn’t it? And then, all that suicide scenario was framed. I knew that you were going to blame my brother-in-law for everything and you would kill her. I knew that you would kill her but you took months to do the same. I had estimated that even 1 week was going to be tough for you. You loved me. Don’t you?’ 

Nandini fell on the ground. She had murdered an innocent. She had an ugly face and now she had an ugly soul. She broke down completely.

Suman on the other side moved to her car and drove away. The only things that she had left was a shattered soul, betrayed relationship and lots of dust. Nandini didn’t come out of her room for weeks. And then finally she left Delhi and she went away. She knew that she had to travel miles to find solace. She didn’t contact anyone in coming years. Her father too died soon.

Here on the other side. Suman with her sister moved to Goa and then moved to Singapore. They had got what they wanted and now they were enjoying to the full.  

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Six Rules on How to Be Successful by Arnold Schwarzenegger

Six Rules on How to Be Successful
1. Trust yourself
2. Break some rules
3. Don't be afraid to fail
4. Ignore the naysayers
5. Work like hell
6. Give something back.
Well, thank you very much. (Applause) Hello, everybody. What a great introduction, what a wonderful thing. What a great, great welcome I'm getting here, so thank you very much. I mean, I haven't heard applause like that since I announced that I was going to stop acting. (Applause)
But anyway, it is really terrific to see here so many graduate students and undergraduate students graduating here today. I heard that there are 4,500 graduating here today, undergraduate students, so this is fantastic. There are 2,200 men, 2,300 women and five have listed yourselves as undecided. (Applause)
So this is really a great, great bunch of people here, I love it. But seriously, President Sample, trustees, faculty, family, friends and graduates, it is a tremendous privilege to stand before you this morning. There's nothing that I enjoy more than celebrating great achievements. And I don't just mean your parents celebrating never having to pay another tuition bill, that's not what I'm talking about.
I'm talking about just celebrating the great accomplishment. So let me congratulate the Trojan class of 2009 on your graduation from one of the finest universities in the world. Let's give our graduates a tremendous round of applause. What a special day, what a great accomplishment. (Applause)
Now, this an equally special day, of course, for the parents, for the grandparents, siblings and other family members whose support made all of this today possible. And let's not forget, of course, the professors, those dedicated individuals who taught you, who came up with exciting ways to share their vast wisdom, knowledge and experience with you.
And I must also say thank you to President Sample for honoring me with this fantastic degree. Thank you very much. Wow, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Doctor of Humane Letters. I love it. (Applause) But, of course, I noticed that it wasn't a doctorate in film or in cinema or in acting. I wonder why?
But anyway, that's OK. I take whatever I can get. But maybe now since I'm the doctor, I can go back up to Sacramento and maybe now the Legislature will finally listen to me. (Applause) But anyway, I stand before you today not just as Dr. Schwarzenegger or as Governor Schwarzenegger, or as The Terminator, or as Conan the Barbarian, but also as a proud new member of this Trojan family.

"Just remember, you can't climb the ladder of success with your hands in your pockets." 

Now, some of you may know that my daughter just completed her freshman year right here. One of the most exciting things for me has been to learn about the great traditions that make this university so wonderful and so special.
My daughter told me all about, for instance, the Victory Bell. She sat me down and she told me it weighs 295 pounds and how the winner of the annual football game between USC and UCLA takes this bell and gets to paint it in the school colors. And I stopped her in the middle of talking, I said, "Wait a minute, Katherine, back up a little bit. UCLA has a football team?" (Applause)
Now, of course, my daughter's journey here at USC is just beginning, and yours is ending. I know that you're a little bit stressed out right now as you start this exciting new chapter in your lives. Some people say it is scary to leave the comfort of the university and to go out into the cold, hard world.
But I have to tell you something; I think this is a bunch of nonsense because after all, this is America. This is the greatest country on earth, with the greatest opportunities. (Applause) It is one thing if you were born in Afghanistan or in Swat Valley in Pakistan where you'd be forced to join the Taliban or be killed. Now, then I would say yes, that is a little bit scary.
But this, this is going to be a piece of cake for you, trust me. You live in America and you're prepared for the future with this tremendous education you have gotten here at one of the greatest universities in the world. This is going to be exciting, it's a great adventure and this is a new phase in your life. This is going to be awesome. (Applause)
Now, of course, this journey is not going to be without any setbacks, failures or disappointments. That's just the way life is. But you're ready and you are able, and you would not be here today with your degrees and with your honors if you wouldn't be ready.
So now, of course, to help you along the way, I thought that the best Schwarzenegger gift I could give you today is to give you a few of my own personal ideas on how to be successful. And parents, I just want you to know, maybe you should close your ears, you should plug your ears, because maybe there a few things that you maybe won't like in what I have to say.
But anyway, I can explain how I became successful and who I am today by going through what I call Dr. Schwarzenegger's Six Rules of Success. (Applause)
Now, of course, people ask me all the time, they say to me, "What is the secret to success?" And I give them always the short version. I say, "Number one, come to America. Number two, work your butt off. And number three, marry a Kennedy." (Applause)
But anyway, those are the short rules. Now today, I'm going to give you the six rules of success. But before I start, I just wanted to say these are my rules. I think that they can apply to anyone, but that is for you to decide, because not everyone is the same. There are some people that just like to kick back and coast through life and others want to be very intense and want to be number one and want to be successful. And that's like me.
I always wanted to be very intense, I always wanted to be number one. I took it very seriously, my career. So this was the same when I started with bodybuilding. I didn't want to just be a bodybuilding champion, I wanted to be the best bodybuilder of all time. The same was in the movies. I didn't want to just be a movie star; I wanted to be a great movie star that is the highest paid movie star and have above-the-title billing.
And so this intensity always paid off for me, this commitment always paid off for me. So here are some of the rules.

The first rule is: Trust yourself

And what I mean by that is, so many young people are getting so much advice from their parents and from their teachers and from everyone. But what is most important is that you have to dig deep down, dig deep down and ask yourselves, who do you want to be? Not what, but who.
And I'm talking about not what your parents and teachers want you to be, but you. I’m talking about figuring out for yourselves what makes you happy, no matter how crazy it may sound to other people.
I was lucky growing up because I did not have television or didn't have telephones, I didn't have the computers and the iPods. And, of course, Twitter was then something that birds did outside the window. I didn't have all these distractions and all this.
I spent a lot of time by myself, so I could figure out and listen to what is inside my heart and inside my head.
And I recognized very quickly that inside my head and heart were a burning desire to leave my small village in Austria -- not that there was something wrong with Austria, it's a beautiful country. But I wanted to leave that little place and I wanted to be part of something big, the United States of America, a powerful nation, the place where dreams can come true.
I knew when I came over here I could realize my dreams. And I decided that the best way for me to come to America was to become a bodybuilding champion, because I knew that was ticket the instant that I saw a magazine cover of my idol, Reg Park. He was Mr. Universe, he was starring in Hercules movies, he looked strong and powerful, he was so confident.
So when I found out how he got that way I became obsessed, and I went home and I said to my family, "I want to be a bodybuilding champion."
Now, you can imagine how that went over in my home in Austria. My parents, they couldn't believe it. They would have been just happy if I would have become a police officer like my father, or married someone like Heidi, had a bunch of kids and ran around like the von Trapp family in Sound of Music.
That's what my family had in mind for me, but something else burned inside me. Something burned inside me. I wanted to be different; I was determined to be unique. I was driven to think big and to dream big. Everyone else thought that I was crazy. My friends said, "If you want to be a champion in a sport, why don't you go and become a bicycle champion or a skiing champion or a soccer champion? Those are the Austrian sports."
But I didn't care. I wanted to be a bodybuilding champion and use that to come to America, and use that to go into the movies and make millions of dollars. So, of course, for extra motivation I read books on strongmen and on bodybuilding and looked at magazines. And one of the things I did was, I decorated my bedroom wall.
Right next to my bed there was this big wall that I decorated all with pictures. I hung up pictures of strongmen and bodybuilders and wrestlers and boxers and so on. And I was so excited about this great decoration that I took my mother to the bedroom and I showed her. And she shook her head. She was absolutely in shock and tears started running down her eyes.
And she called the doctor, she called our house doctor and she brought him in and she explained to him, "There's something wrong here." She looked at the wall with the doctor and she said, "Where did I go wrong? I mean, all of Arnold's friends have pictures on the wall of girls, and Arnold has all these men.
But it's not just men, they're half naked and they're oiled up with baby oil. What is going on here? Where did I go wrong?" So you can imagine, the doctor shook his head and he said, "There's nothing wrong. At this age you have idols and you go and have those -- this is just quite normal."
So this is rule number one. I wanted to become a champion; I was on a mission. So rule number one is, of course, trust yourself, no matter how and what anyone else thinks.

Rule number two is: Break the rules

. We have so many rules in life about everything. I say break the rules. Not the law, but break the rules. My wife has a t-shirt that says, "Well-behaved women rarely make history." Well, you know, I don't want to burst her bubble, but the same is true with men.
It is impossible to be a maverick or a true original if you're too well behaved and don't want to break the rules. You have to think outside the box. That's what I believe. After all, what is the point of being on this earth if all you want to do is be liked by everyone and avoid trouble?
The only way that I ever got anyplace was by breaking some of the rules. After all, I remember that after I was finished with my bodybuilding career I wanted to get into acting and I wanted to be a star in films. You can imagine what the agents said when I went to meet all those agents. Everyone had the same line, that it can't be done, the rules are different here. They said, "Look at your body. You have this huge monstrous body, overly developed. That doesn't fit into the movies. You don't understand.
This was 20 years ago, the Hercules movies. Now the little guys are in, Dustin Hoffman, Woody Allen, Jack Nicholson." Before he gained weight, of course, that is. But anyway, those are the guys that were in. And the agents also complained about my accent. They said, "No one ever became a star with an accent like that, especially not with a German accent.
And yes, I can imagine with your name, Arnold Schwartzenschnitzel, or whatever the name, is, on a billboard. Yeah, that's going to draw a lot of tickets and sell a lot of tickets. Yeah, right." So this is the kind of negative attitude they had.
But I didn't listen to those rules, even though they were very nice and they said, "Look, we can get you some bit parts. We can get you to be playing a wrestler or a bouncer. Oh, maybe with your German accent we can get you to be a Nazi officer in Hogan's Heroes or something like that."
But I didn't listen to all this. Those were their rules, not my rules. I was convinced I could do it if I worked as hard as I did in bodybuilding, five hours a day. And I started getting to work, I started taking acting classes. I took English classes, took speech classes, dialogue classes. Accent removal classes I even took.
I remember running around saying, "A fine wine grows on the vine." You see, because Germans have difficulties with the F and the W and V, so, "A fine wine grows on the vine." I know what some of you are now saying, is I hope that Arnold got his money back.
But let me tell you something, I had a good time doing those things and it really helped me. And finally I broke through. I broke through and I started getting the first parts in TV; Streets of San Francisco, Lucille Ball hired me, I made Pumping Iron, Stay Hungry. And then I got the big break in Conan the Barbarian. (Applause)
And there the director said, "If we wouldn't have Schwarzenegger, we would have to build one." Now, think about that. And then, when I did Terminator, "I'll be back," became one of the most famous lines in movie history, all because of my crazy accent.
Now, think about it. The things that the agents said would be totally a detriment and would make it impossible for me to get a job, all of a sudden became an asset for me, all of those things, my accent, my body and everything.
So it just shows to you, never listen to that you can't do something. And, "You have to work your way up, of course, run for something else first." I mean, it was the same when I ran for governor, the same lines, that you have to work your way up, it can't be done. And then, of course, I ran for governor and the rest, of course, is history.
They said you have to start with a small job as mayor and then as assemblyman and then as lieutenant governor and then as governor. And they said that's the way it works in a political career. I said, "I'm not interested in a political career. I want to be a public servant. I want to fix California's problems and bring people together and bring the parties together.
So, like I said, I decided to run, I didn't pay attention to the rules. And I made it and the rest is history. Which, of course, brings me to

Rule number three: Don't be afraid to fail.

Anything I've ever attempted, I was always willing to fail. In the movie business, I remember, that you pick scripts. Many times you think this is a wining script, but then, of course, you find out later on, when you do the movie, that it didn't work and the movie goes in the toilet.
Now, we have seen my movies; I mean, Red Sonja, Hercules in New York, Last Action Hero. Those movies went in the toilet. But that's OK, because at the same time I made movies like Terminator and Conan and True Lies and Predator and Twins that went through the roof.
So you can't always win, but don't afraid of making decisions.
You can't be paralyzed by fear of failure or you will never push yourself. You keep pushing because you believe in yourself and in your vision and you know that it is the right thing to do, and success will come. So don't be afraid to fail.

Rule number four: Don’t listen to the naysayers.

How many times have you heard that you can't do this and you can't do that and it's never been done before? Just imagine if Bill Gates had quit when people said it can't be done.
I hear this all the time. As a matter of fact, I love it when someone says that no one has ever done this before, because then when I do it that means that I'm the first one that has done it. So pay no attention to the people that say it can't be done.
I remember my mother-in-law, Eunice Kennedy Shriver, when she started Special Olympics in 1968 people said that it would not work. The experts, the doctors that specialized in mental disabilities and mental retardation said, "It can't be done. You can't bring people out of their institutions. You can't make them participate in sports, in jumping and swimming and in running. They will hurt themselves, they will hurt each other, they will drown in the pool."
Well, let me tell you something. Now, 40 years later, Special Olympics is one of the greatest organizations, in 164 countries, dedicated to people with mental disabilities and that are intellectually challenged. (Applause)
And she did not take no for an answer. And the same is when you look at Barack Obama. I mean, imagine, if he would have listened. (Applause) If he would have listened to the naysayers he would have never run for president. People said it couldn't be done, that he couldn't get elected, that he couldn’t beat Hillary Clinton, that he would never win the general election.
But he followed his own heart, he didn’t listen to the "You can't," and he changed the course of American history.
So over and over you see that. If I would have listened to the naysayers I would still be in the Austrian Alps yodeling. (Laughter) I would never have come to America. I would have never met my wonderful wife Maria Shriver, I would have never had the wonderful four kids, I would have never done Terminator, and I wouldn't be standing here in front of you today as governor of the greatest state of the greatest country in the world.
So I never listen that, "You can't." (Applause) I always listen to myself and say, "Yes, you can."
And that brings me to rule number five, which is the most important rule of all: Work your butt off. You never want to fail because you didn't work hard enough. I never wanted to lose a competition or lose an election because I didn't work hard enough. I always believed leaving no stone unturned.
Mohammed Ali, one of my great heroes, had a great line in the '70s when he was asked, "How many sit-ups do you do?" He said, "I don't count my sit-ups. I only start counting when it starts hurting. When I feel pain, that's when I start counting, because that's when it really counts."
That's what makes you a champion. Arnold Scvhwarzenegger in Kindergarten CopAnd that's the way it is with everything. No pain, no gain. So many of those lessons that I apply in life I have learned from sports, let me tell you, and especially that one. And let me tell you, it is important to have fun in life, of course.
But when you're out there partying, horsing around, someone out there at the same time is working hard.
Someone is getting smarter and someone is winning. Just remember that. Now, if you want to coast through life, don't pay attention to any of those rules.
But if you want to win, there is absolutely no way around hard, hard work.
None of my rules, by the way, of success, will work unless you do. I've always figured out that there 24 hours a day. You sleep six hours and have 18 hours left. Now, I know there are some of you out there that say well, wait a minute, I sleep eight hours or nine hours. Well, then, just sleep faster, I would recommend. (Laughter)
Because you only need to sleep six hours and then you have 18 hours left, and there are a lot of things you can accomplish. As a matter of fact, Ed Turner used to say always, "Early to bed, early to rise, work like hell and advertise."
And, of course, all of you know already those things, because otherwise you wouldn't be sitting here today. Just remember, you can't climb the ladder of success with your hands in your pockets.
And that takes me to rule number six, which is a very important rule: it's about giving back. Whatever path that you take in your lives, you must always find time to give something back, something back to your community, give something back to your state or to your country.
My father-in-law, Sargent Shriver -- who is a great American, a truly great American who started the Peace Corps, the Job Corps, Legal Aid to the Poor -- he said at Yale University to the students at a commencement speech, "Tear down that mirror. Tear down that mirror that makes you always look at yourself, and you will be able to look beyond that mirror and you will see the millions of people that need your help."
And let me tell you something, reaching out and helping people will bring you more satisfaction than anything else you have ever done. As a matter of fact today, after having worked for Special Olympics and having started After School Programs, I've promoted fitness, and now with my job as governor, I can tell you, playing a game of chess with an eight-year-old kid in an inner city school is far more exciting for me than walking down another red carpet or a movie premiere.
So let me tell you, as you prepare to go off into the world, remember those six rules:
Trust yourself, Break some rules, Don't be afraid to fail, Ignore the naysayers, Work like hell, and Give something back.
And now let me leave you with one final thought, and I will be brief, I promise. This university was conceived in 1880, back when Los Angeles was just a small frontier town. One hundred and twenty-five classes of Trojans have gone before you. They have sat there, exactly where you sit today, in good times and in bad, in times of war and in times of peace, in times of great promise and in times of great uncertainty.
Through it all, this great country, this great state, this great university, have stood tall and persevered. We are in tough times now and there's a lot of uncertainty in the world. But there is one thing certain; we'll be back. (Applause)
And we will back stronger and more prosperous than ever before, because that is what California and America have always done. The ancient Trojans were known for their fighting spirit, their refusal to give up, their ability to overcome great odds.
So as you graduate today, never lose that optimism and that fighting spirit. Never lose the spirit of Troy. Because remember, this is America and you are USC Trojans, proud, strong and ready to soar. Congratulations and God bless all of you. Thank you very much. Thank you. (Applause)

Monday, December 7, 2015

A poem for a city under fire!!!!!

On my 13th day of winter vacation,
Thought to write something that came in my notion.
My mind is hot and eyes are cold,
And continued to write about story repeatedly told.
Circuits are dead and corpses are alive,
And that’s the truth, I’m not telling you the lie.
Winter is on and summer has gone,
Showering in the sunlight, I’m sitting here alone.
Alone in the sun, I’m taking the bath,
And pondering on, what will happen aftermath?
Nothing is goanna happen because this city has become dead.
Decisions were not taken and rules not made,
City is in dark and there is a situation of black out.
Still there is silence and nobody is out,
Optimism has grabbed everybody’s soul.
And that’s why non-blinded person not seeing the loop hole.
Dissent lies in everybody’s heart,
And eventually someone has to take the start.
Call of the hour is to light up that dissent,
And come down to the street and have the protest.
I’ve see the journey of best getting worst,
And time has come to develop that thirst.
It is the same country having a golden history,
But what went wrong, still remains a mystery.
And now lies a possibility of dark future ahead,
It’s time to make amends before its too late…..

Thursday, October 8, 2015

After all she is a girl.

I observed him carefully as he walked to the door. I knew that time was running out but suppressed the urge to check my watch. I took a deep breath and started counting in reverse under my breath. "Ten, nine, eight, seven,”

I knew that they could reach here at any moment. I subsided my ill thoughts and moved towards the stage as they called my name. The auditorium was more crowded and that made me nervous. 
The host handed me the mike and went on smiling. I gave a quick glance on the crowd and it fell on her. She had taken one of the corner seats and I didn’t mind letting my eyes watch her. She didn’t smile back.  Although she should have.

‘A warm good evening to all the delegates present here. My name is Pranshu Ojha and I will be introducing you to this new amazing B-plan.’
Slowly as my presentation begin to gain its momentum, the crowd begin to engage with me. They were nodding along me and they were believing in me. I was no more nervous. I was no more impatient till I saw few cops entering the hall. They should have allowed me to complete my presentation. They took me as everyone present in the auditorium were still in shock. I didn’t see anyone but I wanted to see her. Anu didn’t mind to give a strange look alike the other delegates. She knew what was happening. She knew everything. She didn’t utter a word.

Few months back:

I had glued to my screen for the last 15 minutes. It was flash sale of the new R11 flagship handset on flipkart; I didn’t want to miss it. The last flash sale had lasted only for a minute.

 I called Anuradha. She didn’t answer. I reached AIIMS. It was just 7 minute drive from my apartment and I reached there within 5. I waited outside fearing of getting caught by professor. I gave a glance on my phone and was about to swipe my thumb on the call button when I suddenly felt the warmth of someone’s eyes. I saw that Anu was already standing in front of me. She was looking more stunning than usual. She sat behind as my engine and heart, both roared to life. We zoomed to watch matinee show of Bajrangi Bhaijaan.

‘You should have come to the class. The other girls were asking for you.’ she said as loudness in her voice decreased in a gradient fashion.

‘You feel jealous, huh?’ I said as I went past a trolley. The accelerometer was at its best.

“Why should I feel jealous?’

‘C’mon Anuradha. After all you are a girl...’ I begin to smile and she too joined me. Thanks to the mirror; it didn’t allow me to miss her single act even while riding.
The next day when I was in my apartment, Gyan Singh came to my room. Gyan Singh was one of the coolest friend that I had. I hadn’t too many friends but Gyan was too good among them. He was a computer expert and was doing his graduation from NIT Raipur from IT branch. Despite of different colleges and different background, we shared a great bonding. I had first met him when I had gone to his college for promoting ‘IRIDESCENCE’, our annual college fest. Gyan singh had helped me a lot in promoting the same and was the campus ambassador for NIT Raipur. Gradually we became friends. We even had our apartments in the same area.

Yaar, I need some money’

‘Money? But I am still dry Gyan.’

‘C’mon man. You can lend me that money which you have saved for R11 handset. I promise Pranshu that before the very next flash sale, you will be having your complete money back with some sort of interest too.’

He gave a cunning smile. Being frugal, he used to manage beer bottles at very cheap rates and I used to be his hang-out partner. Definitely he was talking about that ‘interest’. But the thing that amazed me was the source through which he had come to know about ‘flash sale stuff’.

I gave him the money and didn’t ask him anything. The very next day when I met Anuradha, I asked her whether she had talked with Gyan.
‘Yeah, Gyan had called me and was asking for some favour. In return I suggested him your name.’
I was silent.
‘C’mon Pranshu, he is a good guy. He will return your money before the next sale.’ she said as she took my hand in her.
The adjective that she had used for Gyan didn’t go well with me.

‘You guys talk often?’ I asked as I withdrew my hand.
Her eyes went wide and big. Definitely she had big eyes.
‘You jealous, huh?’
‘No, of course not. Why should I be?’
‘Mr Pranshu Ojha, I know it. After all I am a girl.’
And she smiled and she smiled with laughter in her eyes. She was damn cute.  
‘What are you thinking?’ she asked as she set aside her strands of hair that had fallen in front of her and me.
‘There is an Entrepreneurship Competition called B-plan in Babylon International and I think that I should register myself. I have a product design and I think that it has enough potential to win the competition.’
She hugged me. It felt like that the entire cosmos was praying for me.

Present day:

I was brought to Saraswati Nagar Police station. It was just near to NIT College.
‘Sorry Pranshu, but I had to take action. Your girlfriend came herself along with his father yesterday and registered FIR against you. We had to book the case under 66A of the IT act. She said in her statement that you had uploaded her intimate pictures on your Facebook account.’
Yadav ji was the sub-inspector of Saraswati Nagar chowki and we both hailed from Balia district, UP.  He knew me for months and I respected him a lot.

He gave me a glass of water and was constantly staring at me.
‘And you believed her?’ I asked as I kept my head lower than usual.
He was silent as grave.
 ‘C’mon Yadav ji, you think that I may have uploaded her intimate pictures. For god’s sake Yadav ji, give me a single reason.’
I took a pause and a deep breathe.
‘I have had a perfect relationship with her. In fact even her father knew me very well. Everything was alright. Then why the damn I would do such type of filthy act?’
‘We will try our best Pranshu. Don’t worry. I have known you for years and I surely think that you must be innocent.’
Some familiar voice startled. I saw that Gyan singh was getting smacked by the constables. Yadav ji was busy in making his tobacco.

‘Sir, what is happening?’ I said with enough loudness to startle my in-mates.

‘Pranshu, we think that Gyan singh may have uploaded those pics.’

‘Yadav ji, he is my friend. Why he would even think of doing that?’

‘Friend. Huh? He was dating Anuradha for the last several weeks. I have even the proof. He wanted to frame you so that she could break up with you for no reason and he could take the advantage of the situation. And most importantly, we found that someone interfered with the IP address of the server from which the pic was uploaded. He is a computer expert. He was even close to you and I don’t think that getting your password and altering the IP address would have been a big deal for him.’ He alleged as he hit his abdomen with his leather boot.

 ‘Sir I swear on my mother. I know many things but I never intended the same. I even met Pranshu when he was at Babylon.’ He explained as he tried to stand on his feet.

‘Yes sir, he is telling the truth. Before my presentation in Babylon, he had come to me and explained me everything. He was pretty sure that he could be framed in this incident, so he better thought to meet me in person.’  

Slowly he came towards me and begin to kiss my hand. I couldn’t realise when he begin to sob hard. He knew that my single statement against Gyan Singh could have put him behind the bars. He knew that he had cheated with his best friend. He knew that I could have sought my revenge for the act he had done. I didn’t seek revenge. In fact I returned his favours. The thick bars prevented him from hugging me.

He walked towards the door as he gave an apologizing look. I wished that I could never meet him.
The very next hour she came. I should have hated her but still I was thinking about the scarf that she had worn. That was mine first gift to her. She gave me a look that I was not familiar with.
And finally she came. She was looking confused but she wasn’t sad. She couldn’t fake her emotions. After all she was one of the worst actor that I had ever met.

Before she could ask her question with ‘Why’ I boomeranged the same.

‘Why Anuradha? What went wrong? Gyan was never a better option than me.’

‘At least he is a man who respects girl, Pranshu. When you changed Pranshu. When?'

Well I must agree that her acting skills had improved exponentially. She was a much better actor now. In fact I presume that every other girl in this world is a potential contender of Oscar.
‘I think I changed when you were trying to log in my Fb account from your macbook on Saturday evening.’

‘What?... What are you saying Pranshu.’ She asked as her eyes went big.

‘C’mon Anu. Don’t even try to give me that shit’

I took a deep breathe.

‘I know Anuradha. I know everything. I am calm and I am silent; it doesn’t mean that I know nothing. I know that you and Gyan were dating behind my back. You two were close for a long time. Raipur is too small Anu, and it is even smaller for couples like you and Gyan. I was aware about your incongito mode relationship. But I chose to remain silent. I was sure that in order to subside me, you would frame me. So I took prevention.’
She was perplexed.

‘When we had gone for the matinee show directly from the college, I had come outside in midst of the movie lying that I had to go bathroom. In fact I went directly to the security counter where you had submitted your laptop bag. I secretly installed key logger in your mac, Anu. All the operations that you executed thereafter on your mac was constantly being sent to my pc in form of logs. Even the skype call that you had done with Gyan on Thursday evening and the porn you watched on Friday afternoon, I knew every details.’

I could feel the potential tears in her eyes.
‘You think Anuradha that you cleverly stole my password from my PC. You aren’t that smart Anu… After all you are a girl. I know that you saw my password from the ‘saved password’ option that you accessed from security option in Mozilla. It wouldn’t be tough for me Anu to convice Yadav ji about the things that I just explained you. In fact I know that you uploaded those shits, Anuradha.’
She had begun to cry now.

‘Then why didn’t you tell him the truth?’ she asked as she was still crying.
‘Because I still love you damn!!!!! I didn’t want to seek revenge. I just wanted to return your favours. You wanted your father to believe that I was not a good guy. Here I am Anu. The whole world is hating me for no reason. You wanted Gyan singh. You could have just told me Anu. Why all this crap? Why?’
The very next day I was bailed out. Anuradha had taken back her case. Yadav ji told me that he was going to come to my place for the celebration. I couldn’t refuse him.
‘Pranam Pranshu ji. What you did seems a magic to me. How you planned these all stuffs and convinced her? How?’

‘I made an offer she can’t refuse.’ I said as I prepared my shot. 

‘But there is something, Pranshu. Something, that I feel you are hiding.’

His eyes were curious. I couldn’t resist the impulse and finally I spoke.

‘The moment I installed the keylogger to her MacBook, I saw that she had kept a huge collection of my pics. The pics that I had never seen. The pics that she had accidently and intentionally snapped. There were many pics. She had made congratulatory pics, if in case my product may have got selected in that B-plan. She even had made encouraging pics, in case if I would have failed in the competition. She didn’t know if she loved me or not. After all she was a girl Yadav ji. I couldn’t give time to her. I got too busy in my work and down the line she found affection in Gyan’s arm.’
‘I couldn’t get you Pranshu. What are you trying to imply?’

 ‘When she was trying to upload those pics from her MacBook, I too had opened my Facebook account in my apartment. I was keeping constant check on her activities through the logs. Finally when she begin to hover on her intimate pictures, I understood what she was going to do. She was going to upload those pics.  In the interim, I locked my account temporarily from my PC. She unsuccessfully attempted to upload her pics. She tried to refresh a lot and then she stopped for a while. Meanwhile, I immediately uploaded her pics after unlocking my account. When she refreshed mine profile from her MacBook, she saw that the pics had already been uploaded, thinking that she had done her job perfectly.’

‘In fact I had uploaded her pics Yadav ji.’ I concluded as I took my final shot. I raised towards the balcony. 

‘But why so? Why didn’t you allow her to upload them? Why the shield?’

‘I just wanted to prevent her from any further damage, Yadav ji.  I thought that if she refused to take back her case, then the charges might go against her. It could be revealed easily that she had uploaded the pic if the case may have went to the experts; in that case she could not have done anything. So to prevent her, I uploaded the pics. After all I loved her. I just didn’t want to see her behind the bars. After all she is a girl. 

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Engineering your life

Go to

Type ‘define: engineering’ and hit the enter button.
The branch of science and technology concerned with the design, building, and use of engines, machines, and structures. The action of working artfully to bring something about.

That’s what Google says. But in India, engineering means different. Engineering means respect. Engineering means regard. Engineering means that you have made your father proud. Engineering means that you have made your clique proud. Engineering means that you have subsequently increased your dowry by few lakhs. Engineering means that some of your relatives have become jealous of you. Engineering means that you have done something fruitful. And so if engineering means more and then it demands much more.
But what if you aren’t an engineer. According to some hypocrite people, it means that you have just been deprived of power that is vested to you by the constitution of India via Article 21. The freedom of living. You don’t have ‘right to live’. And so it’s better that you commit suicide. And every year many guys do so.
The result times are some of the toughest ones. It just takes a few seconds to access the result, but many days to accept the same. The result that sometimes surprises you. The result that sometimes disappoints you. The result for which it takes months of preparation. The result for which you have to load tons of frustration.
During result time, no one talks much. Neither you nor your parents. Verbal communication ceases and non-verbal communication finds its new importance. Eyes talk a lot and you too reply with your eyes. Eyes express yours feeling better than your patois.
And as soon as the result is declared, you become numb for a time frame. It doesn’t matter whether you have succeeded or not. In either condition, you are going to lose your friends.

The worst part of success is trying to find someone who is happy for you. – Bette Midler

Those few black inked characters on the screen convey a lot. Your phone begins to ring. Your friends begin to call up. They begin to show up. If you have made it, you just want to say it to everyone. But if you haven’t, you just switch off your mobile. You just want to stay in your home coiling up by yourself.  You think and then you repent. The whole world seems to be asking you about the result. You want to escape this competitive world and search your solace. You want to be surrounded by someone who is true, someone who could pat your back and say ‘Hey, it’s OK’. But the reality is the far distant cousin of fantasy.

Parents begin to doubt your hardship. And you lose your confidence. You begin to think about your teachers who somewhere in your past had assured you of your success. You begin to think about all those friends who had praised you for your talent. They were so damn wrong. You were so damn wrong that you got flattered by those comments. Your neighbors begin to show up. They begin to judge you.If you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing it is stupid.

They want to know about your result. And they end up the conversation talking about the result of their distant relative. And in each case their relatives override you. You don’t want to talk with them, but your father has to. You remain in your room and you ignore the conversation. You don’t want to listen to them, but you can’t help yourself from hearing them. You finally sense the soreness that your father’s voice is laden with. You coil yourself even more than a snake. You do keep staring anything that comes in your line of sight. Your mother approaches you with her silence and tries to break yours but in vain. She assures you that everything is goanna be alright. But it’s you and only you who know that nothing is going to happen alright. You begin to tame a ghost in your heart. And that ghost reminds you about your failure whenever you try to be smart. That ghost is going to chase you for the rest of your life. All your life.
Everyone seems to be a stranger to you. And you too want the same. Each guy approaching you for the first time seems to make you uncomfortable. He might ask you about your result. The conversation ends up very quickly. And all the time, it ends up with the suggestion. The guy who doesn’t knows even the Newton’s second law of motion or secant of 30-degree passes by giving you an advice. One of those many things that you already have in abundance.
But life is not about how bad you fall after it hits you. It’s all about how you dare to stand up and hit it back with more intensity.

Nights are longer for those who dream. Days are longer for those who work hard to realize those dream.

You work hard and harder. You run the race. It doesn’t happen easily. If it would have been easy, anybody could have hit the bull’s eye. But life tests hard. And accepts only those who are tougher than the toughest. Finally, you have become someone, but not an engineer. You have created your identity but not as an engineer. You have found your niche and that’s too without being an engineer. Life is what you make it. And life is not about being an engineer. It was never about being an engineer and it will never be. You are more than that and you deserve more. One day you will have your footprint on the pages of history and sands of time. You have to believe in something because you have no other choices. In fact, you never had any. It’s time to Run.

This article is an excerpt from my book  'The Cut-Off List' 

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Bullying in School

I don’t exactly remember the year but it was during my 7th or 8th grade. There was a guy in my class who always used to take the last seat of class. He used to wear very thick specs that rested very difficultly over his big nose. He had a slender body which any nutrition company could look up to for its newspaper advertisement. And the students of my class referred him as a loser. One day he finally opened up to me and gave me all the reasons for being irregular in the class. He told me that students make mockery out of him. They laughed for no specific reason. He didn’t like that. He chose to remain silent. And he was right. He remained silent for the next many months. In the following year he didn’t enrolled himself in the same school and I don’t exactly remember where he headed to?

This sight is common in every class of every school present across the length and breadth of our nation. That is what bullying refers to. But I just gave you an example at a very miniature level. There are over 8, 97, 00,000 search results on Google when you Google the same. This is something that we don’t remember. Or the other social problems of our society like eve-teasing, inequality, rape and others have an edge over this issue. But the essence of all these malpractices halt to a basic intuition and that is dominating nature; master- slave concept.

If you don’t want to be a slave then you have none of any right to be a master at all. You don’t have to be of dominating nature and influence your power for the same. This is something that world needs to know and we must campaign for it. What’s the point of bullying? To feel better? You will never feel better if the only thing you know is to make others suffer.

The most shocking fact about bullying is the etymology of word itself. The word "bully" was first used in the 1530s meaning "sweetheart", applied to either sex, from the Dutch boel "lover, brother", probably diminutive of Middle High German buole "brother", of uncertain origin (compare with the German buhle "lover"). The meaning deteriorated through the 17th century through "fine fellow", "blusterer", to "harasser of the weak". And it continued for next many centuries.

Various attempts have been made and various organizations all over the world are trying their best to tackle this menace. US Govt. even has special twitter account that goes by the name @StopBullying.Govt to confront these type of situations. But still hundreds of such cases crop out every day and even at this very moment when you are reading this, someone somewhere in the world must be getting bullied. We live in a democratic world and voices can’t be suppressed. In fact it shouldn’t be suppressed to any micro extent.

“I am not a joke, so stop laughing at me.”

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

International Literacy Day

Apart from birth date of famous persona like Asha Boshle and Wiz Khalif and apart from being celebrated as victory day in Pakistan, this day has its own meaning. It is also celebrated as literacy day. It will not come as a surprise if this reminder may have slipped out of your mind. September 8 is a special day. In fact it has been a special day since 1966 when it was first celebrated. The moment was November 17, 1965 when finally September 8 was decided to be celebrated as International Literacy day by UNESCO. The memories may have faded, but the power of that magical moment must never be forgotten. And from then we have never looked back. The world’s illiteracy halved between 1970 and 2005.
“Literacy is a key driver for sustainable development” This is what states apart from ‘Literacy and Sustainable Societies’ being the theme of this year’s literacy day. But why education and literacy? That is one of the basic question that may dart across your lobes.  There are other factors that have the capabilities and possibilities to be the key driver for sustainability. But the world insists on eradicating illiteracy; It has an edge over other world’s problem like poverty, gender inequality etc. Gandhiji believed that mass illiteracy is India’s sin and shame and must be liquidated. “Literacy could be ladder out of poverty and Literacy is a bridge from misery to hope” The former statement was said by Morgan Freeman while Kofi Anan concluded the latter one.  However the essence and instinct of both sayings halt to a basic intuition and that is the importance of the literacy and education.
India is a young nation and will be younger by 2020. Let me support mine argument with facts and figure. By 2020, the average age in Japan is going to be 47; China will be heading well past 40; Europe 46; United States will also pass 40 and India's average age is going to be 29. So we are potentially the people who are youthful, productive, dynamic, young population, ready to work, and transform the world, the kinds of role that, say, China played in the last generation could be ours in the next. But do we have the ability to equip the people to take advantage of this, to be the workforce of the work engine for the world? We have come a long way. The Britishers had left us in 1947 with 12% literacy rate and today we have moved to 75% (2011 data).  And the leaders of our nation must be applauded for the same but it’s not the time to relax.  We have to go miles. Eradicating illiteracy is not only ‘sarkari netas’ problem. It’s our fundamental duty too to contribute to our society. Our society is the mirror of our contemporary era. You may love your people and you may hate too. You may criticize your people and you may praise them. But you can never ignore them. We need to step out and scream our voice loud for the same. Help the local NGOs which are already fighting for the same cause. Help your society. This society has always matters to you a lot. Its time when you could matter to them.

Gift a book. After all a book is a gift that you can open again and again.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

The man who has no inner life is a slave to his surroundings

When I heard about the topic, the first thing that came in my mind was to Google it. I hadn’t heard about the same in years. And then after googling it I finally came to know that this is a quote from the Swiss philosopher Henri-Frédéric Amiel. So does this quote matters? Can you relate yourself with the topic? Are you living your life with passion? I don’t know myself. And do I have enough credentials to talk on a certain topic about which I, myself don’t know where do I stand.
When people grow, the basic and the most inevitable thing that they begin to do is to think. They begin to think about their surroundings. They begin to think about their parents. They begin to think about the people who care for them and somehow and somewhere they begin to think about themselves.  They begin to mould their dreams and then they begin to choose their role models. They begin to search for someone to whom they could relate to and someone to whom they could look up to. But somehow down the line they stop being themselves. They begin to supress their inner voice for someone else’s voice. They begin to compromise and finally they don’t realise themselves when they become a slave of their surroundings.
The most basic question that haunts anybody from his/her very tender age is the question about his ambition. ‘What you want to become in your life?’ And whatever may be your answer, the essence of each and every answer halts to a very basic intuition and that is success. I want to be successful and you too want to be successful. In fact every other guy in this world wants to be successful; even those guys who don’t know the proper pronunciation and enunciation of the word ‘success’ wants and quests for the same. But still few guys make it to the greener side. Why? In fact I don’t know myself. Have you ever searched ‘success’ on Google. Believe me; they have 1,07,00,00,000 search results for the same. And now search for ‘hard work’. And guess what? They do have 55, 80, 00,000 results for that. The numbers have not been manipulated or exaggerated. Do you see the difference?  Hard work is the first step of the ladder of success. Hard work is tough.  It’s not easy. It if had been easy every guy would have been done it. But still we couldn’t make it. The real problem is that, we live in a world where fishes are taught to climb the tree. And the amusing part is that we have begun to enjoy the same. We too have joined the same league. We don’t allow ourselves to hear our heart. When you have a dream, it doesn’t often come out screaming in your face. Dreams always come behind you and doesn’t come in the middle of our eyes. Dreams do whisper and never shouts. It’s very hard to hear. And you have to act for that thing that merely whispers in your ears and rarely shouts. You have to make a declaration and you have to go all out for the same. You don’t need to survive. You need to live. You must choose a profession that satisfies you. The only way to do that is to do what you believe is a great work and the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking and don’t settle. But in reality, guys do give up their dreams. They begin to fake themselves and mostly they fail down their journey. They start looking for someone to blame, so that they could pile up all the bitter and wrong-doings on someone else’s back. Life ain’t sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place and it will hit you straight in the middle of your mouth. It’s going to paralyse you and will beat it to your knees, if you let it. But in spite of all those beatings, we need to keep moving and doing things that are considered out of the box. The moment you say ‘no’ to your inner voice, you push you dream for further weeks, for further months and even for years. The last chapter of your life hasn’t been written yet. And it doesn’t matter what happened yesterday. What matters is what you are going to do about that. You could both fall back and join the league or either stand back and throw a hell of a jab. Your time is limited. So don’t waste it living others life. Do you remember what you did on 15th August, 2015? The moment when you were enjoying the independence of our nation, millions of guys out there were working hard for the reliability and sustainability of our nation. The Sensex surged 3.05 % and the companies became million more valuable. For you it was a day to enjoy but for others it was just another day. They all were working hard. They all were listening to their inner voice. They all were doing what they love and believe is a great work. And somehow at the same time you and I were gossiping, were talking ill about others and were doing unfruitful work.

We need to believe in ourselves and we need to hear our inner voice. That’s pure probability. Either you win or lose. But the probability of failure is 100 % when you don’t even attempt. Make a choice. Just decide, who you goanna be, how are going to do it.  People are rewarded in public for what they do for years in private. Live your life with your passion. You need to step out of your comfortable zone and work like a hell. You need to act. 
And remember that you can’t climb the ladder of success with hands in your pocket. 

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Independence Day Special

It was 15th august 1947 and Pt. Nehru said, "Long years ago we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time comes when we shall redeem our pledge, not wholly or in full measure, but very substantially. At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance......”  The memories of the 1st Independence Day may have faded, but the power of that magical moment must never be forgotten. India became independent and it was an effort of many nationalist leaders. Freedom gave us hope, independence gave us courage, democracy gave us rights and responsibilities; nation-building defined our charter.
India has always been great because of its diversity. You can be a good Keralite, a good Muslim and a good Indian, all at once. We are what we are because we have the right to be who we are. As Shashi tharoor says," If America is a melting pot, then to me India is a thali, a collection of sumptuous dishes in different bowls. Each may not mix with the next, but combine on your plate to produce a satisfying repast ". For a long time America  had its Latin motto ' E Pluribus unum ' - out of many one . If India had a similar Latin motto then it would be 'E Pluribus Pluribum' - out of many, many.
But still being so rich in ancient history and civilization there are some loop holes and we have to work collectively to make India a superpower of 21st century. India is not an underdeveloped country.
India is not as people keep calling it an underdeveloped country, but rather in the context of its history and cultural heritage, a highly developed one in an advanced state of decay. Our situation is just like half-filled glass of water. For an optimist it is half-full and for pessimist it is half empty .We can't pretend more that we don't have problems. We are having problems and we have to uproot them from very core level. There is an environment of dissent in our country and dissent is like Gurkha 'khukuri' ,once it emerges from its sheath it must draw blood before it can be put away again . I don’t want you to bombard the streets with placards. I don’t want you to do the dharna. I just want to tell you that doing such things doesn’t make you a good patriot. You are better one and you deserve best. Picking up a sweet wrapper and throwing it into dustbin, asking for a bill when you purchase any product: these are some basic things that you can do. These are the things that you should do.
India is a developing country and we Indians have to be optimist. Grass is always greener on the other side of the fence and now it’s time to make grasses greener on our side of the fence. It will take time. Rome was not built in a day. We will wait and so are waiting billions of Indian hearts full of wishes, desires and patience.

Freedom isn’t free at all. It comes with the highest of costs. The cost of blood. Blood of martyrs and fighters that were drained away. And now after years of independence, we take our democracy for granted. We often forget that it was leaders like Nehru and Patel who ensured that this newly formed state may not get into the hands of any dictator. Their respect for the democratic conventions and institutions ensured our democracy and we need to sustain that. I just want to tell you that next time when you post a page long article on social networking sites questioning about your fundamental rights, do ensure that you may give a thought to your fundamental duties too. I know that these things are not going to raise your CPI or SPI just like inflation. I know that these things are not going to save your broken relationship. But somehow it matters. I know it’s late. But you have heard the saying. ‘Better late than never’. India has always mattered to you, to us and to everyone. Its time when we could matter to her. 

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