Bhagat Singh got himself hanged before the wanton britons,Gandhiji accepted the sinister bullet with a modest 'Hey Ram',Lala Lajpat Rai due to belliful of Lathis gave way to death,The Pogrom of Jallianwala Bagh,The harrowing Killing of plethora of freedom fighers....For Whom they sacrificed???
Did they reckoned that India will be such a heinous place to live in the ensuing years?
Did Indira Gandhi knew that one of her grandchild with his incendiary oratory will try to murder the descendants of the great Maulana Azad?
Recent varun Gandhi's speech was a familiar stench.BJP,Bajrang Dal and RSS are the real heroes of this poignant and opprobrium zeitgeist.
The Gaffe of Varun Gandhi were :"This is not the 'hand' of the congress,this is the hand of the lotus.It will cut the throat of Muslims after the elections".Using a pejorative,he plays on the fact that Muslims are circumcised.We all saw it and boiled on it.No sane Indian will care to prop or support the young varun.We are not the same India that used to fight on the invisible God.Are WE?
Well,The Words are of Varun Gandhi's own or he is duped by someone else,I dont know.The K word Varun deployed is the Indian equivalent of n-word racists in the US use for African American and belongs in gutter rather than in an election speech.He also demonised Muslim names and said Hindus ought to fear encountering Muslims at night.In any other democracy the person shall have been arrested,but this is INDIA.Here exists the labyrinthine legal processes that can salvage the person from going to jails.Lets see what happens in the coming days of this young blastic Gandhi.
Let come on the Lord of these flame-squirting souls-The BJP/RSS.The Anti-Muslim construct and threat of violence is a congenital part of the BJP and RSS.They have a genetic flaw that is so potent that it contaminates anyone who come into contact with them.They have a parochial thinking and they lack proper thinking mechanism in their coils of brain.BJP was no different from what it is now since its inception.Even the sensible known souls like AB Vajpayee were not able to hide their ideosyncrasies on this matter.Even a consummate politician like him could occasionally trip up.In a venomous speech at a BJP meeting in Goa in April 2002,shortly after the anti-muslims violence which shook Gujarat that year started,Mr Vajpayee,who was PM at that time,declared:"Wherever Muslims live,they dont like to live in co-existence with others;and instead of propogating their ideas in a peaceful manner,they want to spread their faith by resorting to terror and threats".Mr Vajpayee was later grilled on his comments.From Guruji to Atalji,Masterji to Varun,the words may vary but the notion that muslims are outsiders and enemies,are scary,have a peculiar names and are orchestrating to turn the country into Pakistan is united.
So is there anything which we can do to stop this enemity being spread by this BJP/RSS?
Yes,ofcourse.Resurrect youself and go to polling booth and cast vote in favour of Congress and dont let BJP come into power.I am not a supporter of Congress,Mind you.But I think,It is less destructive than the toxic BJP's.Otherwise,we have no alternative to save the nation from sinking like a stone !
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The Acid Test of The White Tiger
The White Tiger by Aravinda Adiga.
People that like to keep themselves informed might be knowing that the Author of this book got the prestigious Booker Prize for the book some time from now.
The Award is sincerely justified.Aravinda Adiga,a correspondent of Time magazine have jabbed an acute sarcasm on every bit and byte of the Indian soil.By no dimension,the author seems to be naive or new in this world of words.
The Book is actually partitioned into six letters which ,the cynosure of the book-Balram sends to Mr Jiabao from China,who is scheduled on a state visit in the ensuing days.He starts from his village Laxmangarh and streams to Delhi,as a driver to his ex-boss Mr.Ashok who is in coal business.The pages continue to present the plight of city life until one day,Balram orchestrates a way to get out of the rooster cage by murdering and garrotting his master and taking his money to a new city called Bangalore.He discovers his entreprenuer DNA in the city and starts a Company-White Tiger Drivers,which is dexterous in conveying outsourcing beings from their home to the call center firm and vice-versa.He replenishes himself from Darkness to Light in this city.
The Book tries to link an acute nexus between people and animals(for example,He calls himself a white tiger,his master a lamb).
This Page-turner offers a complete compelling and unadorned image of the country right from the bottom of the pyramid and is a assidiously written dark humor.
Aravinda Adiga is fun to read and you will find yourself gripped into the pages once you get off the ground !
People that like to keep themselves informed might be knowing that the Author of this book got the prestigious Booker Prize for the book some time from now.
The Award is sincerely justified.Aravinda Adiga,a correspondent of Time magazine have jabbed an acute sarcasm on every bit and byte of the Indian soil.By no dimension,the author seems to be naive or new in this world of words.
The Book is actually partitioned into six letters which ,the cynosure of the book-Balram sends to Mr Jiabao from China,who is scheduled on a state visit in the ensuing days.He starts from his village Laxmangarh and streams to Delhi,as a driver to his ex-boss Mr.Ashok who is in coal business.The pages continue to present the plight of city life until one day,Balram orchestrates a way to get out of the rooster cage by murdering and garrotting his master and taking his money to a new city called Bangalore.He discovers his entreprenuer DNA in the city and starts a Company-White Tiger Drivers,which is dexterous in conveying outsourcing beings from their home to the call center firm and vice-versa.He replenishes himself from Darkness to Light in this city.
The Book tries to link an acute nexus between people and animals(for example,He calls himself a white tiger,his master a lamb).
This Page-turner offers a complete compelling and unadorned image of the country right from the bottom of the pyramid and is a assidiously written dark humor.
Aravinda Adiga is fun to read and you will find yourself gripped into the pages once you get off the ground !
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Itinerary of the Pinnacle
This World is a polymorphous tableaux,
Sometimes Atrocious,othertimes sagacious;
Here each yearns for Fame and Gold,
Is it a Success,I muse with a pause.
Diving to the skeleton of breath,
From cradle to grave,coins prop life's veins;
But does it brace heart to its own satisfaction?
I Fear the answer is NO, after a kind examination.
Hypnotized to be catapulted into the limelight,
They have buried the Turtle Hare plight;
Will Fame be able to stand tall,
When its Base is weak and sees a reason to fall.
Hassled by my thoughts,
And Thinking hard how these culprits are to be fought;
A Street Urchin came from his haven and asked,
Is there no way to accelerate on the tarmac to Success?
Fazed by his thunderbolt,
A question that was so deep and so pure;
I looked at his grimaced face and chin,
And decided to pour my heart before him.
In this Derby,Men are running without their minds,
Not able to distinguish between water and wine;
They have riven against the great white,
And have found peace with the Devil's child.
The Need of the hour is to turn the clock back,
And retain the good old supporters on the track;
Knowledge and Passion are how they are known,
To aid you to get them ahold under this World's Crown.
But dont go by the grayness of their esquire,
They are twisted core burning a different fire;
While Knowledge extracts sweat from the Brain's coil,
Passion yens sparks from Heart's wire.
Knowledge acts as a ticket for your big time,
Passion aids you to never forget the success chime;
If you can understand me,I am a talisman without a price,
Else,I am just another soul on the writer's paradise.
Sometimes Atrocious,othertimes sagacious;
Here each yearns for Fame and Gold,
Is it a Success,I muse with a pause.
Diving to the skeleton of breath,
From cradle to grave,coins prop life's veins;
But does it brace heart to its own satisfaction?
I Fear the answer is NO, after a kind examination.
Hypnotized to be catapulted into the limelight,
They have buried the Turtle Hare plight;
Will Fame be able to stand tall,
When its Base is weak and sees a reason to fall.
Hassled by my thoughts,
And Thinking hard how these culprits are to be fought;
A Street Urchin came from his haven and asked,
Is there no way to accelerate on the tarmac to Success?
Fazed by his thunderbolt,
A question that was so deep and so pure;
I looked at his grimaced face and chin,
And decided to pour my heart before him.
In this Derby,Men are running without their minds,
Not able to distinguish between water and wine;
They have riven against the great white,
And have found peace with the Devil's child.
The Need of the hour is to turn the clock back,
And retain the good old supporters on the track;
Knowledge and Passion are how they are known,
To aid you to get them ahold under this World's Crown.
But dont go by the grayness of their esquire,
They are twisted core burning a different fire;
While Knowledge extracts sweat from the Brain's coil,
Passion yens sparks from Heart's wire.
Knowledge acts as a ticket for your big time,
Passion aids you to never forget the success chime;
If you can understand me,I am a talisman without a price,
Else,I am just another soul on the writer's paradise.
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