I started a joke, which started the whole world crying,
But I didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no.
I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing,
Oh, if Id only seen that the joke was on me.
I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
And I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that Id said.
Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
Oh, if Id only seen that the joke was on me.
- Bee Gees
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
Loss of a Prayer !
I had a prayer , the only one I had.
It was my wish, my dream and my life.
It was strong, and it was to right a wrong.
The only thing that came to my mind when I saw God,
The only thing that was felt in my heart when I felt God.
The only thing that I heard when I heard from God.
So many things I could have wished for from HIM, but still everytime it was the same wish !
And now, I met a breeze, that had blown from her lands and I heard it whispering to the trees near the balcony of my room ! I overheard and stood mortified :-(
Standing in front of the Lord for my daily prayer ritual, I froze !
Mind drew a blank, heart ceased its feeble attempt at shivering.
I was standing to say my prayer, yes, the very same prayer.
But I could not.
If I said that, then I would be wishing for the unhappiness of the poor soul I was praying for. I could not say it, it would be wrong on my part to wish for something at the cost of someone else's loss.
My body crumpled, my eyes shed a dry tear.
The heart dissolved in my blood.
Nothing, absolutely nothing. Zilch !
Why was I standing there....
God said, "its wrong to wish for something that is not yours."
I protested, "But I do not want it to be mine ! I just want it to be with me !"God said, "Ask for something else son, this I can't give. I do not control this !"
I said, " I do not care about anything as much as I care about this. If I have to pray then I will pray only this. If you cannot give then I do not need a prayer"
God said, " Prayer is not only for oneself, pray for others as well "
I sunk further into the ground and said, "God, this means that you never listened to my prayers. Every prayer of mine has been for someone other !"
God said, " Then in that case, I am sorry son, I think you just lost your prayer and the right to pray"
I protested, " How can I lose it so quickly? "
God said, " Is it not better if Death comes faster ! "
I found a prayer on July 24th,2007 and lost it on January 14th, 2008.
It was my wish, my dream and my life.
It was strong, and it was to right a wrong.
The only thing that came to my mind when I saw God,
The only thing that was felt in my heart when I felt God.
The only thing that I heard when I heard from God.
So many things I could have wished for from HIM, but still everytime it was the same wish !
And now, I met a breeze, that had blown from her lands and I heard it whispering to the trees near the balcony of my room ! I overheard and stood mortified :-(
Standing in front of the Lord for my daily prayer ritual, I froze !
Mind drew a blank, heart ceased its feeble attempt at shivering.
I was standing to say my prayer, yes, the very same prayer.
But I could not.
If I said that, then I would be wishing for the unhappiness of the poor soul I was praying for. I could not say it, it would be wrong on my part to wish for something at the cost of someone else's loss.
My body crumpled, my eyes shed a dry tear.
The heart dissolved in my blood.
Nothing, absolutely nothing. Zilch !
Why was I standing there....
God said, "its wrong to wish for something that is not yours."
I protested, "But I do not want it to be mine ! I just want it to be with me !"God said, "Ask for something else son, this I can't give. I do not control this !"
I said, " I do not care about anything as much as I care about this. If I have to pray then I will pray only this. If you cannot give then I do not need a prayer"
God said, " Prayer is not only for oneself, pray for others as well "
I sunk further into the ground and said, "God, this means that you never listened to my prayers. Every prayer of mine has been for someone other !"
God said, " Then in that case, I am sorry son, I think you just lost your prayer and the right to pray"
I protested, " How can I lose it so quickly? "
God said, " Is it not better if Death comes faster ! "
I found a prayer on July 24th,2007 and lost it on January 14th, 2008.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Silly Symbolisms !! - the resort of the weak ?
The instant I realized what was happening to me, I knew I had done something that was radically different to what I was. I knew life would never be the same after this realization. I knew things had gone a bit too far and yet I knew that what I was doing was going to make me happy. I knew that all these things that I was doing and following were not going to be the right way of doing things or the right parameters for judging my feelings … but still I also knew that there are times when logic takes a back seat and what might have been so difficult to do, you do in an instant without much of a fuss. I knew only the crazy, obsessive and paranoid did such things, but at the same time I also knew that it was the only way to retain my sanity in this ruin ! Ironical , huh !
I had never touched the talcum powder after my 5th standard in school (after which my mom stopped dressing me up for school). I have always scoffed at people who used to apply the powder on their faces, necks, napes, underarms, chests, and god knows where all ! I used to wonder why we needed to increase our complexion quotient by applying artificial stuff on our faces.
And now here was I applying the white powder on my face every morning. And what could be the reason – My mother, on my departure from my hometown Baroda, gave a Pond’s talcum powder pack for my use. I just exclaimed as to what made her think that I would use it and she just smiled. She said, “Keep it Anu. You might need it !” And boy, she was damn right. I needed it although for not the reasons that she must have even imagined.
Same case with the Pond’s cold cream – I hardly use cream. Oh how yucky it feels to apply that greasy substance on your face ! But now I apply the Pond’s cream everyday on my face because my father gave it to me again on my departure. He went out and bought a whole lot of provisions and assorted stuff while I was packing. The love with which he bought some stuff that are not even used by me, touched me and I silent kept all of those inside my bags. I didn’t have the heart to quarrel with him, the way I usually do. Same case with Colgate Herbal toothpaste. I used to have pitched battles with him when I lived with them. I don’t like the taste of herbal toothpastes and he loves them. I used to buy my own toothpaste while the whole household used the herbal paste bought by him. And now see ! what a change… I buy only that toothpaste. What more, I even fought with my roommates for having misplacedthe toothpaste given by my father. What a sick fellow I have become.
The whole point of these examples is – What happens to oneself when we miss people whom we love so dearly. I am away from my parents and my family and maybe these are the small ways in which I try to still maintain their everyday presence in my life. Right from waking up and saying my prayers to the time when I get back to sleep , each day in my life is peppered with some small gestures, actions, and idiosyncrasies aimed at remembering my dear ones.
I have stopped spitting on the roads as a mark of respect for the only woman I loved ‘coz she did not like it and cried hoarse trying to reform me from this uncivil habit. Have started eating bittergourd (karela in hindi) ‘coz my father loves ‘em and gave up on his son ever realizing the goodness of the vegetable. Started wearing red threads on my wrist since it was given by her ( keeping aside my finicky hatred to anything being tied or wrapped around my hands/arms) . Have started applying some perfume that my father gave although I never use perfumes ( neither does he). It was gifted to him by his elder sister and he gave it to me saying, “I won’t use it, but atleast you try using it.” Have started wearing more of black in my attire ‘coz she likes the colour and subconsciously I have started liking it too. Have read James Patterson, Daniele Steel, J K Rowling ( with lot of reluctance ) , just to transfer myself to her world. All this happened reluctantly but automatically. I knew I was doing something very uncharacteristic to me but the whole body, mind and soul wanted to desperately do all of these. What possesses me is difficult to describe. Is it mental fragility, is it foolishness, is it lunacy?
What more… I have safely preserved many things – like the envelope in which dad sent some application forms for me, the “bindiya – pack” that mom used while on a trip to Bangalore ( she forgot to take it back ), the bill of ipod nano that I bought for the love of my life from my first month’s salary, the sweater that my aunt knitted for me on my 15th birthday ( can u believe it, once I wore that tattered and way too small sweater to a disc ! freaked some ppl with my ‘kool’ fashion sense )
Sometimes I feel I am over doing things. But then its these very things and idiosyncrasies that present me with a reason to live and endure the miseries and disappointments. The fact that the love for them is still alive and kicking in my heart is a reassurance that I am still good inside ( so what if its manifested in some illogical and strange mannerisms ?)
The basic fear that I had was that I might end up losing my love and perspective after starting to work in a big company and living the ‘high life’. But it’s these small things that kept me afloat and helped me retain my inner respect for myself. If it sounds illogical and pretty childish or immature to many, then let it. I care two hoots ! As long as I know that I will do anything ( and I mean anything !) for somebody whom I love and care about, then there is nothing for me to be not expressive about.
All I am doing is, trying to express my love for my dear ones. It becomes “ silly symbolisms” when I do not have anyone to express all this to. And that my dear readers – IS THE BOTTOMLINE – below this lunacy ! God Bless !
I had never touched the talcum powder after my 5th standard in school (after which my mom stopped dressing me up for school). I have always scoffed at people who used to apply the powder on their faces, necks, napes, underarms, chests, and god knows where all ! I used to wonder why we needed to increase our complexion quotient by applying artificial stuff on our faces.
And now here was I applying the white powder on my face every morning. And what could be the reason – My mother, on my departure from my hometown Baroda, gave a Pond’s talcum powder pack for my use. I just exclaimed as to what made her think that I would use it and she just smiled. She said, “Keep it Anu. You might need it !” And boy, she was damn right. I needed it although for not the reasons that she must have even imagined.
Same case with the Pond’s cold cream – I hardly use cream. Oh how yucky it feels to apply that greasy substance on your face ! But now I apply the Pond’s cream everyday on my face because my father gave it to me again on my departure. He went out and bought a whole lot of provisions and assorted stuff while I was packing. The love with which he bought some stuff that are not even used by me, touched me and I silent kept all of those inside my bags. I didn’t have the heart to quarrel with him, the way I usually do. Same case with Colgate Herbal toothpaste. I used to have pitched battles with him when I lived with them. I don’t like the taste of herbal toothpastes and he loves them. I used to buy my own toothpaste while the whole household used the herbal paste bought by him. And now see ! what a change… I buy only that toothpaste. What more, I even fought with my roommates for having misplacedthe toothpaste given by my father. What a sick fellow I have become.
The whole point of these examples is – What happens to oneself when we miss people whom we love so dearly. I am away from my parents and my family and maybe these are the small ways in which I try to still maintain their everyday presence in my life. Right from waking up and saying my prayers to the time when I get back to sleep , each day in my life is peppered with some small gestures, actions, and idiosyncrasies aimed at remembering my dear ones.
I have stopped spitting on the roads as a mark of respect for the only woman I loved ‘coz she did not like it and cried hoarse trying to reform me from this uncivil habit. Have started eating bittergourd (karela in hindi) ‘coz my father loves ‘em and gave up on his son ever realizing the goodness of the vegetable. Started wearing red threads on my wrist since it was given by her ( keeping aside my finicky hatred to anything being tied or wrapped around my hands/arms) . Have started applying some perfume that my father gave although I never use perfumes ( neither does he). It was gifted to him by his elder sister and he gave it to me saying, “I won’t use it, but atleast you try using it.” Have started wearing more of black in my attire ‘coz she likes the colour and subconsciously I have started liking it too. Have read James Patterson, Daniele Steel, J K Rowling ( with lot of reluctance ) , just to transfer myself to her world. All this happened reluctantly but automatically. I knew I was doing something very uncharacteristic to me but the whole body, mind and soul wanted to desperately do all of these. What possesses me is difficult to describe. Is it mental fragility, is it foolishness, is it lunacy?
What more… I have safely preserved many things – like the envelope in which dad sent some application forms for me, the “bindiya – pack” that mom used while on a trip to Bangalore ( she forgot to take it back ), the bill of ipod nano that I bought for the love of my life from my first month’s salary, the sweater that my aunt knitted for me on my 15th birthday ( can u believe it, once I wore that tattered and way too small sweater to a disc ! freaked some ppl with my ‘kool’ fashion sense )
Sometimes I feel I am over doing things. But then its these very things and idiosyncrasies that present me with a reason to live and endure the miseries and disappointments. The fact that the love for them is still alive and kicking in my heart is a reassurance that I am still good inside ( so what if its manifested in some illogical and strange mannerisms ?)
The basic fear that I had was that I might end up losing my love and perspective after starting to work in a big company and living the ‘high life’. But it’s these small things that kept me afloat and helped me retain my inner respect for myself. If it sounds illogical and pretty childish or immature to many, then let it. I care two hoots ! As long as I know that I will do anything ( and I mean anything !) for somebody whom I love and care about, then there is nothing for me to be not expressive about.
All I am doing is, trying to express my love for my dear ones. It becomes “ silly symbolisms” when I do not have anyone to express all this to. And that my dear readers – IS THE BOTTOMLINE – below this lunacy ! God Bless !
Sunday, January 6, 2008
My morning Tea is too cold to gulp!
I finish sleeping ( yeah, it’s a big task for me, STILL!!!) and head for a cup of tea at the neighbourhood tea shop. The air is nippy and the breeze is chilling. Bangalore is cold. I have got my nice branded jacket to keep warm. I am sipping the brown drink, and suddenly I see something near my knees. No, it’s not my brain ( my brain is in my feet - that’s meant to be a joke, in case u didn’t get it)
I am amazed to see a 3 year old girl who has come to the shop with a 1 rupee coin in her hand. In her other hand, she is holding a baby. The baby is 1 year old at the max., their attire, or rather lack of it, made me sit up and take notice. The elder girl is wearing a green frock with frills. The back side has a zip without a zipper. So her back is exposed to the ruthless winter. Its almost a frightening sight – a flimsy rag , an excuse for a frock, acting as the only protection for the little girl against the vagaries of the winter chill! The kid sitting happily on her elder sister’s hips, is even more of a heroine. She is wearing a small white colour shirt over her upper body and is stark naked below her hips ! Imagine ! A one year old child, who is half naked, wandering around in the open with the temperatures being 14-16 degrees Celsius. And here is this 25 year old, athletic and healthy chap, all draped up in three layers of clothing to ‘protect’ him from the cold! I was ashamed of myself ! I felt like digging a deep hole and burying myself into it.
She asked the shopkeeper, in some language, (maybe baby language) for something but was told by the shopkeeper that whatever she asked for costs Rs. 2. I think she asked for some biscuits ( maybe Parle-G ) and was denied , as she had only Rs. 1 with her. The poor child turns and heads back to her hutment nearby. The child on her hips, is still wondering as to why she did not get her munch. And here was I, on to my second cup of tea, which I ordered, just because it was cold, and I feel tea helps to keep you warm. Warm from what, man? Heck, I was now feeling all sick and ashamed of myself. Felt like throwing away all my clothes! Was it my ego? Or was it my ultra sensitive nature? I dunno. I didn’t feel I deserved the comfort that I was in.
No longer has she gone, and there walks in the Rajnikanth of the locality. This is another 3-4 year old boy living in the same hutments as the green frock lady that I met a minute back. I have seen this fellow before too. He has one of the cutest faces and walks with a swagger that is unique to him. He has bright eyes and a round face. He is wearing, again to my dismay - am exhausted to be shocked, by now-, a flimsy T-shirt and a knee length shorts . Again he is also clutching a ten rupee note in his hand. He comes and asks for a packet of some provision, I believe. The shopkeeper again says no and the little fella moves on to another shop. My eyes refuse to revert from him and my legs follow my eyes. I am drawn to the boy with the magnetic personality. He again returns from this shop too, empty-handed. He is walking on his toes, since he cannot bear to let his bare feet touch the cold pavement near the shops. I again feel ashamed ! I have got again a nice pair of branded sandals on my feet.
I am not sure if I feel pity for these poor kids, forced to bear the brunt of this cold or for myself who in spite of being decades elder to them, cannot stop acting like a sissy and ‘ooh” , “aah” about the cold in Bangalore. I ask the shopkeeper , “why can’t you just give the kid the biscuits… after all its just a matter of one rupee? The kid is poor na !” But the shopkeeper told me that if he keeps giving such liberties to them, then the next thing he would have to face is a horde of such poor labourers’ kids swarming his store and asking for such discounts. It’s a valid argument. That’s the sad part of life! Good intentions may not work out as you want and sometimes the heart-felt thing is not the right thing to do. I mean sometimes, what the heart says is not the right way to do things. How sad ! Now I could have easily paid the shopkeeper the balance money and let the kids have their biscuits… but then I refrained from doing so. Why? I honestly do not know. Something inside prevented me from doing it. No, not the least because of the fear of losing my money ( Phuullleeeeezzzz !) I will not be there all the time, and so there is no point in me helping her out only this once. It was the same logic as – “Instead of giving the hungry man a fish, teach him how to fish!”
But all said and done, I still go all decked up in wool and leather for my morning cup of tea, and such small kids still come there once in a while during the morning time for something or the other and I still feel ashamed of myself and admire those kids for their resilience and courage. Its hits me in the gut everytime I see them there and I still do not do anything about it. But again I have never felt like doing anything for such destitute and poor. It’s a shameful admission…. Am I so bad… why do I still go there , have my two rounds of tea, dress up like I am trekking the Mt. Everest and watch the half naked, shivering kids , not even get a decent cup of tea !!!! Why have I become so immune to everything that happens !!!
I am amazed to see a 3 year old girl who has come to the shop with a 1 rupee coin in her hand. In her other hand, she is holding a baby. The baby is 1 year old at the max., their attire, or rather lack of it, made me sit up and take notice. The elder girl is wearing a green frock with frills. The back side has a zip without a zipper. So her back is exposed to the ruthless winter. Its almost a frightening sight – a flimsy rag , an excuse for a frock, acting as the only protection for the little girl against the vagaries of the winter chill! The kid sitting happily on her elder sister’s hips, is even more of a heroine. She is wearing a small white colour shirt over her upper body and is stark naked below her hips ! Imagine ! A one year old child, who is half naked, wandering around in the open with the temperatures being 14-16 degrees Celsius. And here is this 25 year old, athletic and healthy chap, all draped up in three layers of clothing to ‘protect’ him from the cold! I was ashamed of myself ! I felt like digging a deep hole and burying myself into it.
She asked the shopkeeper, in some language, (maybe baby language) for something but was told by the shopkeeper that whatever she asked for costs Rs. 2. I think she asked for some biscuits ( maybe Parle-G ) and was denied , as she had only Rs. 1 with her. The poor child turns and heads back to her hutment nearby. The child on her hips, is still wondering as to why she did not get her munch. And here was I, on to my second cup of tea, which I ordered, just because it was cold, and I feel tea helps to keep you warm. Warm from what, man? Heck, I was now feeling all sick and ashamed of myself. Felt like throwing away all my clothes! Was it my ego? Or was it my ultra sensitive nature? I dunno. I didn’t feel I deserved the comfort that I was in.
No longer has she gone, and there walks in the Rajnikanth of the locality. This is another 3-4 year old boy living in the same hutments as the green frock lady that I met a minute back. I have seen this fellow before too. He has one of the cutest faces and walks with a swagger that is unique to him. He has bright eyes and a round face. He is wearing, again to my dismay - am exhausted to be shocked, by now-, a flimsy T-shirt and a knee length shorts . Again he is also clutching a ten rupee note in his hand. He comes and asks for a packet of some provision, I believe. The shopkeeper again says no and the little fella moves on to another shop. My eyes refuse to revert from him and my legs follow my eyes. I am drawn to the boy with the magnetic personality. He again returns from this shop too, empty-handed. He is walking on his toes, since he cannot bear to let his bare feet touch the cold pavement near the shops. I again feel ashamed ! I have got again a nice pair of branded sandals on my feet.
I am not sure if I feel pity for these poor kids, forced to bear the brunt of this cold or for myself who in spite of being decades elder to them, cannot stop acting like a sissy and ‘ooh” , “aah” about the cold in Bangalore. I ask the shopkeeper , “why can’t you just give the kid the biscuits… after all its just a matter of one rupee? The kid is poor na !” But the shopkeeper told me that if he keeps giving such liberties to them, then the next thing he would have to face is a horde of such poor labourers’ kids swarming his store and asking for such discounts. It’s a valid argument. That’s the sad part of life! Good intentions may not work out as you want and sometimes the heart-felt thing is not the right thing to do. I mean sometimes, what the heart says is not the right way to do things. How sad ! Now I could have easily paid the shopkeeper the balance money and let the kids have their biscuits… but then I refrained from doing so. Why? I honestly do not know. Something inside prevented me from doing it. No, not the least because of the fear of losing my money ( Phuullleeeeezzzz !) I will not be there all the time, and so there is no point in me helping her out only this once. It was the same logic as – “Instead of giving the hungry man a fish, teach him how to fish!”
But all said and done, I still go all decked up in wool and leather for my morning cup of tea, and such small kids still come there once in a while during the morning time for something or the other and I still feel ashamed of myself and admire those kids for their resilience and courage. Its hits me in the gut everytime I see them there and I still do not do anything about it. But again I have never felt like doing anything for such destitute and poor. It’s a shameful admission…. Am I so bad… why do I still go there , have my two rounds of tea, dress up like I am trekking the Mt. Everest and watch the half naked, shivering kids , not even get a decent cup of tea !!!! Why have I become so immune to everything that happens !!!
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Modi - the Ironical choice !! Gujarat - the Irony !!
I quite shocked Shiva when I observed that if I were in Baroda for the elections, then I would surely have voted for Narendra Modi. Not for the fact that he shares his name with my father, but for the belief that what he brings to the table as a chief minister is far more valuable than what he spills off from his table as the face of BJP in Gujarat.
First let me give you an idea of what the picture of Gujarat is, in my mind. I have lived in Gujarat for 22 years and have seen the face of Gujarat and also its ass. (pardon the language!) . Saying that Gujarat has changed would be a very obvious statement to make. Its like saying “India has progressed in the past decade”. Of course yes. Gujarat has played a major role in the splendid growth of Indian Economy.
Let us not talk here about economic growth first up. What I want to share with you is the everyday experiences that I had during my time living in the state. The perception that most who are not from the state, is that of a violent state with deep communalism and hatred for minorities. True. Very true. But I just have a request that please take the media portrayal of the state with a pinch of salt as well.
One of the most painful memories for me about my state is that of communal violence and the deep rooted aftermaths. What I can notice now is the open hatred that hindu gujaratis have for muslims. When they speak, they spit venom. I do not know how and when the singe turned into such a full fledged fire. I had a tough time defending secularist principles against them. I remember the time during riots when I was living in Anand and my exams were on. As soon as the riots broke out, exams were cancelled. But how can we go home? All the highways were burning with angry mobs assaulting anyone who dared to venture out on the roads. Trains stood cancelled and the only people out on the roads were the hate-mongers. I would have had to go hungry for three days,had it not been for my tiffin-wala who was brave enough to bring me food through some secrets streets that he only knew. I lived alone, till the time the situation was relatively better enough to return home and I only shudder with fear at the thought of my parents’ feelings during those three days when I was away from them.
I cried myself to sleep each day at the atrocities being done by the mobs on the hapless children and women who were raped and murdered. I hated being called a human being let alone a Hindu. I had never seen such ruthlessness . Even worse I had never seen people derive such pleasure out of ruthlessness.
It was a painful realization for me that anti-muslim feelings had seeped deep down into the psyche of the common Gujarati. They said, “If Muslims of India, support Pakistan so much, then why are they staying back here. Why don’t they just go to Pakistan instead of living here and taking sides with Pakistan.?” Angry words, unreasonable words but are they without any meaning? NO! It stems out of the fact that there are many among the Indian muslim community who do see Pakistan in a favourable light. There are many instances that I have personally witnessed wherein they have celebrated a Pakistan win and an Indian loss in cricket. But then again when we put on the thinking hats, the we will realize that these are just due to the Muslims giving vent to the injustice meted out to them for years together now from various quarters for being a minority and for being the living testament to the painful tragedy of human suffering called the ‘Partition’.
The Gujaratis believe that this country is not India and definitely not Hindustan. But this country is Bharat. And any citizen of Bharat is supposed to favour this country and not some other rogue neighbor, no matter what be the religion of the people in question in either of the countries. Its hard to argue with the latter statement, at least in my eyes. But the larger fact of the matter is that it’s a vicious circle where in the angst of the minority community for having been treated in a derogatory manner and falsely implicated for an offence ( partition and resultant minority of Muslims) they never were responsible for, crossing swords with the angst of the majority community that sees itself as being taken advantage of inspite of having provided shelter to the supposedly ‘outsiders’. The irony of the whole statement never ceases to amaze me – it’s ANGST vs ANGST !!! How confusing and more away from a resolution can one get? !!!!!!
I have always wondered whether it was anti-muslim factor or the Hindutva factor that won BJP the elections for the past two terms. I for one can say that, on all the occasions that I got a chance to vote, I voted for BJP and it was not for these two reasons at all. The main reason was the strong leadership of Vajpayee . I have voted for BJP because of the development work that they have done for the country and the state of Gujarat.
I for one am very secular in my thoughts. I have nothing against any community and do not even mind if I am a minority or a majority community. I have always believed that India’s two biggest vices, drawbacks and ‘worth to be hated’ and repulsive aspects/characteristics are 1) The suppression of women as an inferior entity compared to men and 2) the caste/religion based demarcation and differentiation among simple human being.
In this scenario, when the frenzy of Hindutva is being whipped up by a zealgot leader like Modi, then why do I feel like voting for him and his party? The reason for this is simple enough. I am voting for him because there is nobody as efficient and dedicated like him in the whole state. He eats,breathes and sleeps work and progress of the state. I vote for Modi, the administrator and not the political leader. I support him for being the one of the very chief ministers who have brought about a pleasant change in the economic, cultural, social and psychiological outlook of the state. There are so many beneficial projects that have been completed under his leadership. He has a vision for Gujarat and he is aggressively working towards achieving it. Would you not admire a Chief Minister who holds Kaizen classes for his administrator for learning management techniques to be implemented in the daily workings of his government. Would you not admire a CM who does not encourage any flattery and sychopancy from his party-mates and cabinet-mates. There is a feel good factor among the people of Gujarat that their state is in the right hands and that if they support this guy then he will do things for their own benefit. Talk to any common man and he/she will tell you that they are better off now and are feeling secure about their future for the past couple of years. MY father himself a communist, support Modi and BJP since they have done what all the other did not do. WORK !!!
Being a business man in a state where the majority are involved in some business or the other, my father feels that Modi alone will ensure that the trader, business community of Gujarat can compete against the world in the near future. Modi is a great marketing person as well since he is driving the branding etc for the various festivals of Gujarat like the Navratris ( Garbas ) and the Uttarayan ( Makar Sankranti). He is a workaholic and does not hesitate in taking quick action. Also if he thinks a person is good for some specific job, then,he will not let any other issues like caste, religion, status and pedigree etc stand in the way. The face of Ahmedabad has changed but still in spite of brimming with people, it still takes only half an hour to cross from one end of the city to the other… such is the road and connectivity infrastructure. There is a financial tech city coming up on the outside of Ahmedabad. Which other state can boast of so many big cities like Ahmd, Baroda, Surat, Rajkot, Jamnagar, Junagadh etc. One visit to Gujarat and you will realize the confidence amongst the people and this precisely is the reason why I also will vote for him.
I agree that he did a lot of crimes and he should be punished suitably for that. But when I am going to vote , then I have to consider the fact that who is best suited to lead the state to prosperity and holistic development? Who is it that will not misuse my hard-earned money to pay for his daughter’s wedding bash.? Who is it that will take the competition from foreign companies head on? Who is it that will position Gujarat as an investment destination against competiton from states like Maharashtra, Andhra Pradesh and Tamil Nadu? Who is it that will build a unique positioning for Gujarat and not blindly following in Karnataka and Andhra’s footsteps of taking the help of IT? Who is it that will realistically think, plan and execute a winning strategy for progress of Gujarat without taking the easy route of attracting IT and ITeS companies? Who will prove that the investments made into developing SEZs can be double by efficient and intelligent handling of the state administrative machinery and the common resources from nature? Most of all who is it that will have a true love for the soil of Gujarat and not for the chair, who is it that will dedicate his mind, body and soul to the toughest leadership jobs of all? And in the end, who is it that has a vision to make this land of enterprising and dynamic people into a leader in its own sense, contributing to - the overall the 50 states of the USA, 9 regions of UK, and a host of other countries’ states - and say that the Republic of India has the best-run, model state in the whole wide world !
And there comes only one answer on my lips – Mr. Narendra Modi.
P.S. - Followed by a silent observation – "In the land of the blind, the half-eyed is the king !" Imperfect he may be, but Modi is the best we have. He is the best chance for us to survive in this age of cut-throat progress and economic liberalization. This brings me to ask all the detractors of Modi – “Why is it that only in Gujarat , have the concept of SEZs been successful?”
First let me give you an idea of what the picture of Gujarat is, in my mind. I have lived in Gujarat for 22 years and have seen the face of Gujarat and also its ass. (pardon the language!) . Saying that Gujarat has changed would be a very obvious statement to make. Its like saying “India has progressed in the past decade”. Of course yes. Gujarat has played a major role in the splendid growth of Indian Economy.
Let us not talk here about economic growth first up. What I want to share with you is the everyday experiences that I had during my time living in the state. The perception that most who are not from the state, is that of a violent state with deep communalism and hatred for minorities. True. Very true. But I just have a request that please take the media portrayal of the state with a pinch of salt as well.
One of the most painful memories for me about my state is that of communal violence and the deep rooted aftermaths. What I can notice now is the open hatred that hindu gujaratis have for muslims. When they speak, they spit venom. I do not know how and when the singe turned into such a full fledged fire. I had a tough time defending secularist principles against them. I remember the time during riots when I was living in Anand and my exams were on. As soon as the riots broke out, exams were cancelled. But how can we go home? All the highways were burning with angry mobs assaulting anyone who dared to venture out on the roads. Trains stood cancelled and the only people out on the roads were the hate-mongers. I would have had to go hungry for three days,had it not been for my tiffin-wala who was brave enough to bring me food through some secrets streets that he only knew. I lived alone, till the time the situation was relatively better enough to return home and I only shudder with fear at the thought of my parents’ feelings during those three days when I was away from them.
I cried myself to sleep each day at the atrocities being done by the mobs on the hapless children and women who were raped and murdered. I hated being called a human being let alone a Hindu. I had never seen such ruthlessness . Even worse I had never seen people derive such pleasure out of ruthlessness.
It was a painful realization for me that anti-muslim feelings had seeped deep down into the psyche of the common Gujarati. They said, “If Muslims of India, support Pakistan so much, then why are they staying back here. Why don’t they just go to Pakistan instead of living here and taking sides with Pakistan.?” Angry words, unreasonable words but are they without any meaning? NO! It stems out of the fact that there are many among the Indian muslim community who do see Pakistan in a favourable light. There are many instances that I have personally witnessed wherein they have celebrated a Pakistan win and an Indian loss in cricket. But then again when we put on the thinking hats, the we will realize that these are just due to the Muslims giving vent to the injustice meted out to them for years together now from various quarters for being a minority and for being the living testament to the painful tragedy of human suffering called the ‘Partition’.
The Gujaratis believe that this country is not India and definitely not Hindustan. But this country is Bharat. And any citizen of Bharat is supposed to favour this country and not some other rogue neighbor, no matter what be the religion of the people in question in either of the countries. Its hard to argue with the latter statement, at least in my eyes. But the larger fact of the matter is that it’s a vicious circle where in the angst of the minority community for having been treated in a derogatory manner and falsely implicated for an offence ( partition and resultant minority of Muslims) they never were responsible for, crossing swords with the angst of the majority community that sees itself as being taken advantage of inspite of having provided shelter to the supposedly ‘outsiders’. The irony of the whole statement never ceases to amaze me – it’s ANGST vs ANGST !!! How confusing and more away from a resolution can one get? !!!!!!
I have always wondered whether it was anti-muslim factor or the Hindutva factor that won BJP the elections for the past two terms. I for one can say that, on all the occasions that I got a chance to vote, I voted for BJP and it was not for these two reasons at all. The main reason was the strong leadership of Vajpayee . I have voted for BJP because of the development work that they have done for the country and the state of Gujarat.
I for one am very secular in my thoughts. I have nothing against any community and do not even mind if I am a minority or a majority community. I have always believed that India’s two biggest vices, drawbacks and ‘worth to be hated’ and repulsive aspects/characteristics are 1) The suppression of women as an inferior entity compared to men and 2) the caste/religion based demarcation and differentiation among simple human being.
In this scenario, when the frenzy of Hindutva is being whipped up by a zealgot leader like Modi, then why do I feel like voting for him and his party? The reason for this is simple enough. I am voting for him because there is nobody as efficient and dedicated like him in the whole state. He eats,breathes and sleeps work and progress of the state. I vote for Modi, the administrator and not the political leader. I support him for being the one of the very chief ministers who have brought about a pleasant change in the economic, cultural, social and psychiological outlook of the state. There are so many beneficial projects that have been completed under his leadership. He has a vision for Gujarat and he is aggressively working towards achieving it. Would you not admire a Chief Minister who holds Kaizen classes for his administrator for learning management techniques to be implemented in the daily workings of his government. Would you not admire a CM who does not encourage any flattery and sychopancy from his party-mates and cabinet-mates. There is a feel good factor among the people of Gujarat that their state is in the right hands and that if they support this guy then he will do things for their own benefit. Talk to any common man and he/she will tell you that they are better off now and are feeling secure about their future for the past couple of years. MY father himself a communist, support Modi and BJP since they have done what all the other did not do. WORK !!!
Being a business man in a state where the majority are involved in some business or the other, my father feels that Modi alone will ensure that the trader, business community of Gujarat can compete against the world in the near future. Modi is a great marketing person as well since he is driving the branding etc for the various festivals of Gujarat like the Navratris ( Garbas ) and the Uttarayan ( Makar Sankranti). He is a workaholic and does not hesitate in taking quick action. Also if he thinks a person is good for some specific job, then,he will not let any other issues like caste, religion, status and pedigree etc stand in the way. The face of Ahmedabad has changed but still in spite of brimming with people, it still takes only half an hour to cross from one end of the city to the other… such is the road and connectivity infrastructure. There is a financial tech city coming up on the outside of Ahmedabad. Which other state can boast of so many big cities like Ahmd, Baroda, Surat, Rajkot, Jamnagar, Junagadh etc. One visit to Gujarat and you will realize the confidence amongst the people and this precisely is the reason why I also will vote for him.
I agree that he did a lot of crimes and he should be punished suitably for that. But when I am going to vote , then I have to consider the fact that who is best suited to lead the state to prosperity and holistic development? Who is it that will not misuse my hard-earned money to pay for his daughter’s wedding bash.? Who is it that will take the competition from foreign companies head on? Who is it that will position Gujarat as an investment destination against competiton from states like Maharashtra, Andhra Pradesh and Tamil Nadu? Who is it that will build a unique positioning for Gujarat and not blindly following in Karnataka and Andhra’s footsteps of taking the help of IT? Who is it that will realistically think, plan and execute a winning strategy for progress of Gujarat without taking the easy route of attracting IT and ITeS companies? Who will prove that the investments made into developing SEZs can be double by efficient and intelligent handling of the state administrative machinery and the common resources from nature? Most of all who is it that will have a true love for the soil of Gujarat and not for the chair, who is it that will dedicate his mind, body and soul to the toughest leadership jobs of all? And in the end, who is it that has a vision to make this land of enterprising and dynamic people into a leader in its own sense, contributing to - the overall the 50 states of the USA, 9 regions of UK, and a host of other countries’ states - and say that the Republic of India has the best-run, model state in the whole wide world !
And there comes only one answer on my lips – Mr. Narendra Modi.
P.S. - Followed by a silent observation – "In the land of the blind, the half-eyed is the king !" Imperfect he may be, but Modi is the best we have. He is the best chance for us to survive in this age of cut-throat progress and economic liberalization. This brings me to ask all the detractors of Modi – “Why is it that only in Gujarat , have the concept of SEZs been successful?”
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Thank You Bangalore !!!
I entered my room and just collapsed onto the bed ! Whew.. I was dead tired !! And no, it was not a working day... it was actually was a Sunday !!
The past few weeks have been very hectic. The amount of activities that I have been involved in are just hard to believe ! The past few weeks have just zipped by and I am actually feeling so happy about them. :-)
I would not have realized this fact, unless I had the recurring feeling that I was not reading much. Actually the early few weeks of me coming to Bangalore, I had turned into a voracious reader. And now, I am struggling to finish the current book that I started at least a month back. Quite unlike the 'bangalore me'that I have become. My dissappointement at not being able to get time to finish the book led me to analyze the reasons and lo ! behold!... what came out of the analysis is completely surprising. I am not able to read the book due to my various other commitments and activities that I have been so involved in for the past many weeks.. for e.g. friends, temple, exhibitions, theatre, sports, movies, internet etc etc. LOLZ!!! :-)
I cannot remember any other time in my life, when I was involved in so many activites. And it has to be said that being in Bangalore is the sole reason for this change. The amount of time spent in talking, chatting and meeting friends has gone up considerably. I have visited all of my friends strewn across the country, been to chennai, hyderabad and delhi especially to meet them. Visited all my relatives in Kerala and elsewhere, developed a very close relationship with my relatives in Bangalore itself. So much so that I have become a regular feature in their discussions and life. I feels so nice when there are so many people around you whom you love and whom you can actually make happy by visiting them and talking to them. How much of happiness it brings to them when your actions and reactions tell them that 'you care!' and when you involve them in your own life. It was touching realization !! :-)
Then comes the 'extra-curricular' activities... first up is theatre. Well, yes I have become a regular at the theatre shows in Bangalore and it gives me joy when I know that I have acquired a very healthy and refined habit .. that of going for plays. Its such a nice feeling to go to a play and not have to pay any exhorbitant amounts for it. The other day I took my friends Shiva, Anand and Deepta for the play. And it gladdened my heart when they all enjoyed the play immensely. It felt nice !!
Now on to the movies... well I have not got into the habit of watching all of them, but still I watch good movies. The other day I had to choose between Jab We Met and A Mighty Heart. And I chose the latter even though the former is a good movie and what I wanted to watch especially since it talked of love life etc... ha ! ha ! But still I went with the sensitive portrayal of Daniel Pearl's family and their struggles !! Psst... I did ultimately watch Jab We Met last week ( nice movie, by the way , I like Shahid Kapur. He is gem !)
Books !! My favourite !! I have now bought so many books and gifted so many to some of the most important people in my life! Wow, never thought I would do that... I enjoy scouting for some rare books and generally pick up books for myself and for my loved ones. Bookworm on M.G. Road, Crosswords, and small authentic books shops have become a regular feature in my hang out list.
Concerts - The concert scene in Bangalore is good and its a good outlet for people like me who do not have much work ! I have gone to many concerts and its awesome! We still had a bad experience with Jagjit Singh.. but still my habit has been cultivated and we are waiting for the Jazz & Blues Festival to happen again. Me and Sourabh
Then comes the cricket match - wow !! what a feeling being inside the crowd and watching the brightest stars of our country. I saw Dravid and Ganguly. What more Ganguly scored the Double century on that day and also Irfan Pathan - the Baroda boy ( my hometown ) also scored his maiden century in yours truly's presence. ( if only India take me for all their matches as a lucky mascot .. lolz!:-) ... Its such a long cherished dream !!! All fullfilled after coming here !!! THANK YOU BANGALORE!
Then of course, TEMPLE AND GOD!! Spirituality has the strange habit of befriending you when you are down and out and are facing challenges in your life. You are given the option to either embrace it and help yourself overcome the hurdles or just brush it off and self destruct. Am happy that I chose the former path and now I strictly believe in the principle that God knows what is best for each of us. Do your duty, love people and do not think too much about what the others feel for you. Only think of how you can love them.
Then there was the wonderful wonderful wonderful trip to Theni - Shiva's native place. Oh boy! what a relief it was to be with a family on the day of Diwali. I took my first off from office and it was pure Bliss. The scenic beauty of the place was so refreshing !!! Absolute delight it was to ride on the TVS Scooty over the zig-zagging roads of Theni. Mountains and rivulets, banyan trees and rabbits, meadows and bushes, caves and adivasis !! Lolz.. All were there giving attendance. :-)
On diwali night I went to Shiva’s friend’s house and there were like 5 kids all waiting for us. The love with which the friend’s mother embraced me ( a total stranger to her ) was so touching and reassuring. I could not remember any time in the past few months when a woman had touched me (pun intended ) :-)
It was a night spent bursting crackers and eating sweets and other savouries. Lovely moments that I will always treasure all my life. Then came the Meenakshi temple trip to Madurai. I got involved in my favourite activity ie. Praying. Me and shiva, visited so many temples those two days ! boy oh boy ! Temples hidden inside the mountains were real fun to discover , especially a Maha Kali temple and a Ganesha temple – hidden inside the foothills of the mountains. Peace reigned all over both of us and it showed in the kind of conversations that we had. Deep, meaningful and engrossing exchange of intellectual tit-bits !
And yes, I have started smiling more and becoming less angry. The other day in office, Pennamma madam said something that has deeply affected me. She told me, "Anup, you please do not come to me with this crying face!. Smile and come whatever be the prolem just like Sudeep here does. Then and only then will I even feel like helping you." It shook me to the core. I realized that I must follow what my best friend had told me long time back in my college. She had asked me to be less serious about things. And I had sincerely tried but failed. Only when I got into this stge of my life when I don't have anything to lose,did I realize it. The result being that I care two hoots about whatever be the problem. I just smile and try to think of the ways out rather than fret about the lack of resonse from other colleagues. I have started smiling a lot. So nowadays Pennamma madam comes forth to me and asks me if she can help me !! What a change !!!
So now I go to temple quite often on weekdays when I come back early and definitely on weekends. I do pujas for my loved ones and also pray for them. It gives me a nice feeling and a deep sense of contentment. Somewhere it makes me feel a better person considering the amount of pain and depression that I have caused to my loved ones.
Life has not come a full circle!! Definitely not !!! Neither have I found any reason to be alive or found any goal in life. No,,,, I will never be in that frame of mind again. But life certainly has become a completely different entity for me. An entity which is no more a burden on me, but a sweet responsibility.
All these things and more are keepinG me very very busy. I do not remember the last time that I was at home on a sunday or saturday for more than an hour. Either go to give clothes for ironing, or wash clothes, or go help some friend in searching for a house, or meeet the professors , meet friends, clean the house, play with the roadside kids, attend art shows, book fests, concerts, football matches, moves, or help relatives with some thing or the other... bas.. chalta rehta hai yaar... hence not a single sunday or saturday, have i been able to sit in one place and relax.. But I do not mind this...as long as there are people who need me to be around, I will be around for them. No matter what !!!
The loss of innumerable weekends hopefully is a fair price to pay for all the tit - bits of happiness that I have somehow managed in my life through all these activities and hopefully I can continue making up for the loss of my soul by not thinking about it. !
Chalo now its time for me remember my loved ones, say a silent prayer and then push myself into sleep. Yeah, almost forgot... sleep is still a doubtful proposition ! Still need to conquer those nightmares ! ha ! ha ! ha !
God Bless ! ! ! ( today I am again happy because I just insured my life for a huge sum. What to do with my salary yaar... better I pay EMIs, so that my parents can atleast get some money after my death ! )
The past few weeks have been very hectic. The amount of activities that I have been involved in are just hard to believe ! The past few weeks have just zipped by and I am actually feeling so happy about them. :-)
I would not have realized this fact, unless I had the recurring feeling that I was not reading much. Actually the early few weeks of me coming to Bangalore, I had turned into a voracious reader. And now, I am struggling to finish the current book that I started at least a month back. Quite unlike the 'bangalore me'that I have become. My dissappointement at not being able to get time to finish the book led me to analyze the reasons and lo ! behold!... what came out of the analysis is completely surprising. I am not able to read the book due to my various other commitments and activities that I have been so involved in for the past many weeks.. for e.g. friends, temple, exhibitions, theatre, sports, movies, internet etc etc. LOLZ!!! :-)
I cannot remember any other time in my life, when I was involved in so many activites. And it has to be said that being in Bangalore is the sole reason for this change. The amount of time spent in talking, chatting and meeting friends has gone up considerably. I have visited all of my friends strewn across the country, been to chennai, hyderabad and delhi especially to meet them. Visited all my relatives in Kerala and elsewhere, developed a very close relationship with my relatives in Bangalore itself. So much so that I have become a regular feature in their discussions and life. I feels so nice when there are so many people around you whom you love and whom you can actually make happy by visiting them and talking to them. How much of happiness it brings to them when your actions and reactions tell them that 'you care!' and when you involve them in your own life. It was touching realization !! :-)
Then comes the 'extra-curricular' activities... first up is theatre. Well, yes I have become a regular at the theatre shows in Bangalore and it gives me joy when I know that I have acquired a very healthy and refined habit .. that of going for plays. Its such a nice feeling to go to a play and not have to pay any exhorbitant amounts for it. The other day I took my friends Shiva, Anand and Deepta for the play. And it gladdened my heart when they all enjoyed the play immensely. It felt nice !!
Now on to the movies... well I have not got into the habit of watching all of them, but still I watch good movies. The other day I had to choose between Jab We Met and A Mighty Heart. And I chose the latter even though the former is a good movie and what I wanted to watch especially since it talked of love life etc... ha ! ha ! But still I went with the sensitive portrayal of Daniel Pearl's family and their struggles !! Psst... I did ultimately watch Jab We Met last week ( nice movie, by the way , I like Shahid Kapur. He is gem !)
Books !! My favourite !! I have now bought so many books and gifted so many to some of the most important people in my life! Wow, never thought I would do that... I enjoy scouting for some rare books and generally pick up books for myself and for my loved ones. Bookworm on M.G. Road, Crosswords, and small authentic books shops have become a regular feature in my hang out list.
Concerts - The concert scene in Bangalore is good and its a good outlet for people like me who do not have much work ! I have gone to many concerts and its awesome! We still had a bad experience with Jagjit Singh.. but still my habit has been cultivated and we are waiting for the Jazz & Blues Festival to happen again. Me and Sourabh
Then comes the cricket match - wow !! what a feeling being inside the crowd and watching the brightest stars of our country. I saw Dravid and Ganguly. What more Ganguly scored the Double century on that day and also Irfan Pathan - the Baroda boy ( my hometown ) also scored his maiden century in yours truly's presence. ( if only India take me for all their matches as a lucky mascot .. lolz!:-) ... Its such a long cherished dream !!! All fullfilled after coming here !!! THANK YOU BANGALORE!
Then of course, TEMPLE AND GOD!! Spirituality has the strange habit of befriending you when you are down and out and are facing challenges in your life. You are given the option to either embrace it and help yourself overcome the hurdles or just brush it off and self destruct. Am happy that I chose the former path and now I strictly believe in the principle that God knows what is best for each of us. Do your duty, love people and do not think too much about what the others feel for you. Only think of how you can love them.
Then there was the wonderful wonderful wonderful trip to Theni - Shiva's native place. Oh boy! what a relief it was to be with a family on the day of Diwali. I took my first off from office and it was pure Bliss. The scenic beauty of the place was so refreshing !!! Absolute delight it was to ride on the TVS Scooty over the zig-zagging roads of Theni. Mountains and rivulets, banyan trees and rabbits, meadows and bushes, caves and adivasis !! Lolz.. All were there giving attendance. :-)
On diwali night I went to Shiva’s friend’s house and there were like 5 kids all waiting for us. The love with which the friend’s mother embraced me ( a total stranger to her ) was so touching and reassuring. I could not remember any time in the past few months when a woman had touched me (pun intended ) :-)
It was a night spent bursting crackers and eating sweets and other savouries. Lovely moments that I will always treasure all my life. Then came the Meenakshi temple trip to Madurai. I got involved in my favourite activity ie. Praying. Me and shiva, visited so many temples those two days ! boy oh boy ! Temples hidden inside the mountains were real fun to discover , especially a Maha Kali temple and a Ganesha temple – hidden inside the foothills of the mountains. Peace reigned all over both of us and it showed in the kind of conversations that we had. Deep, meaningful and engrossing exchange of intellectual tit-bits !
And yes, I have started smiling more and becoming less angry. The other day in office, Pennamma madam said something that has deeply affected me. She told me, "Anup, you please do not come to me with this crying face!. Smile and come whatever be the prolem just like Sudeep here does. Then and only then will I even feel like helping you." It shook me to the core. I realized that I must follow what my best friend had told me long time back in my college. She had asked me to be less serious about things. And I had sincerely tried but failed. Only when I got into this stge of my life when I don't have anything to lose,did I realize it. The result being that I care two hoots about whatever be the problem. I just smile and try to think of the ways out rather than fret about the lack of resonse from other colleagues. I have started smiling a lot. So nowadays Pennamma madam comes forth to me and asks me if she can help me !! What a change !!!
So now I go to temple quite often on weekdays when I come back early and definitely on weekends. I do pujas for my loved ones and also pray for them. It gives me a nice feeling and a deep sense of contentment. Somewhere it makes me feel a better person considering the amount of pain and depression that I have caused to my loved ones.
Life has not come a full circle!! Definitely not !!! Neither have I found any reason to be alive or found any goal in life. No,,,, I will never be in that frame of mind again. But life certainly has become a completely different entity for me. An entity which is no more a burden on me, but a sweet responsibility.
All these things and more are keepinG me very very busy. I do not remember the last time that I was at home on a sunday or saturday for more than an hour. Either go to give clothes for ironing, or wash clothes, or go help some friend in searching for a house, or meeet the professors , meet friends, clean the house, play with the roadside kids, attend art shows, book fests, concerts, football matches, moves, or help relatives with some thing or the other... bas.. chalta rehta hai yaar... hence not a single sunday or saturday, have i been able to sit in one place and relax.. But I do not mind this...as long as there are people who need me to be around, I will be around for them. No matter what !!!
The loss of innumerable weekends hopefully is a fair price to pay for all the tit - bits of happiness that I have somehow managed in my life through all these activities and hopefully I can continue making up for the loss of my soul by not thinking about it. !
Chalo now its time for me remember my loved ones, say a silent prayer and then push myself into sleep. Yeah, almost forgot... sleep is still a doubtful proposition ! Still need to conquer those nightmares ! ha ! ha ! ha !
God Bless ! ! ! ( today I am again happy because I just insured my life for a huge sum. What to do with my salary yaar... better I pay EMIs, so that my parents can atleast get some money after my death ! )
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Vote of Narendra Modi
I want to go back to Baroda and exercise my right to vote in the forthcoming assembly elections to be held in Gujarat. And I want to vote for Narendra Modi. Yes, you heard it right, I want to vote for the 'Hitler'/'zealgot' Mr. Modi.
I almost broke shiva's heart when i said this to him the other day.
.... to be continued... editing going on... reader discretion required.. so ...
I almost broke shiva's heart when i said this to him the other day.
.... to be continued... editing going on... reader discretion required.. so ...
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