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With 'Sare Jahan Se Achcha' and 'Abide with Me'the Soul-stirring martial tunes and solemn drum beats at the majestic Raisina Hills the "Beating the Retreat" ceremony marked the conclusion of the week long ceremonial functions of India celebrating her 62nd year of Republic.As the illumination lit up the edifices of Imperial India..my thought reached out to that day into the history of independence that finally dropped the curtain on a life called "Gandhi"...the man whose experiment with truth may not have jelled with today but his name has truly become the brand that remain most misused & manipulated both in trade & politics.As I key-in these lines I can read out the conversation that would have transpired between the "soul of Nation" (SON) and "Mahatma Gandhi"(Bapu)....Read on what I read..... SON: Bapu it's me,are you sleeping....? BAPU: How can you ask that...don't you know this day in the year 1948..I was gu

Religion is the only domain that has unlimited tools and applications to keep the human race,running, re tracking & re furbishing their thought,action and wisdom on a faith called GOD. 'Hinduism' is one of such innumerable domains that remain vibrant& kicking everywhere in this planet that we call "Earth"... Almost 70 to 80 years ago in time my parents were born into a "tambrahm" Hindu family. I am therefore a 'Hindu" by birth and so do I remain now. I am not very religious about religions. I did though soon after finishing my college got into the routine of " a conversation with GOD" wherein I spent 15 minutes of my early mornings of everydays of the week Monday through Saturday asking HIM to make all my big,small great wishes come true I am carrying on with this routine even today when I have touched 60'. HE keeps me telling that Wishes can never be horses and that I can never ride on them,still I continue talking my '

Where the chaotic political elite remain fighting for power & purse. where Democracy has become betrayer of trust of the people. Where crime & punishments have become affairs of political convenience. Where goons are becoming franchisers of faith & GOD. Where lack of tangible leadership has become the one single most reason in pushing the country into Cesspool of Racism & Scamism. In short it is this country that I woke up for first ever time crying in bewilderment...It is this country where I for the rest of my life will every day be learning to live with fear and keep fighting my head out to trust the custodians of my vote for the safety & well being of my family. This country has no any more relevance to poet Laureate Rabindranath Tagore's "Gitanjali", Where he said and I can't resist quoting a few lines of this most beautiful poetry... here I go... "Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; Where knowledge is free; Where

One thing that we all remain definite is about years. Yes,we all know exactly the number of years that we have been breathing and making our own little waves felt in the world around us. However most of us who are around now for lot many years do feel the discomfort of disclosing it in social circles. Age may be a mind set or just a figure but aging certainly is so agile,that we hardly come to realize,when was it when we started using "L'Oreal" to keep our gray black & glowing or when we added "OLE" wrinkle cream to our cosmetics to wrestle away the wrinkles from our face.... Talking for myself I have always believed in keeping my hair just the way they are ie gray & sparse. For me my cosmetics have always been just "BryleCream" and "Old Spice". I would always prefer to spend enough to walk around with my beer belly, rather spending on wrestling away the wrinkles from my face. Having said all this I still carry the enthuse of the s

Beginning of the year I promised myself to keep all my posts for 2010 talking about my city..the city I grew up with....My DELHI..This Delhi has so much fascinating and interesting history that you can never tire yourself writing about her glory and historic heritage. The Shah Jahan's old Delhi & Lutyens New Delhi always reminds me about history walking hand in hand with yesterdays of today & tomorrows.The old Delhi with its vibrant, bright colors, narrow alleys and thronged bazaars equally fascinate me as much as the sky touching buildings,zipping flyovers & Metros of New Delhi... In spite of all this love for my city, did my posts through the year ever carried enough about the city .All the posts through January to December just only few posts talked about Delhi,out of even this few much remained a critic of 2010 commonwealth games..Should all this mean I am loosing my connect to the city that I always knew as Merri-Dilli... May be the unbridled crimes and stalking

The Whistle- blower website Wiki Leaks maintains that a top Singaporean diplomat described India as 'stupid'. Now that's not fair of a small country with big dreams to talk about 'India of my dreams'...which was authored by a man called Gandhi who also became the cause and effect of 'my India' waking up to freedom at midnight some 63 years way back in history... 'My India' today is one of the most secular nations in the world. So what if our secularism remains a vicariously vicious political tool to exploit people sentiments to ridicule and belittle our much talked culture of unity in diversity... 'My India' today is the largest democracy in the world which empowers we the people to elect the government of our choice. So what if the elections have come to become a Russian Roulette when it comes to triggering for right leadership... 'My India' today has enshrined in the constitution my fundamental right to freedom from all kinds of di

Whatever happens to us in life,we attribute it to our destiny and our karma.That's the way we connect self to GOD. This is one of the the realization we gain from our knowledge of life and living. However this knowledge alone is not enough to keep us afloat,awake and aware in this flat world of knowledge. I am not a book worm. I have never gained the patience of sitting through the hard bound and paperbacks. The only time I flick through magazines is when I am waiting for my turn at the barber shop.However with receding hair growth,my visit to barber shop has almost become a vanishing act,yet I take pride to be counted as part of the knowledgeable crowd. I have never read about 'Niccolo Machiavelli' the father of Politics of modern times,yet I know that politicians are the only social animals who pretend conscience without having one... I have never read Charles Darwin's "The Origin of Species" still I have knowledge enough in my command to prove that Darwin&