Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Neither is our current Prime Minister GOD, nor any of the fourteen previous Prime Minister's was DOG!

Once upon a time there was a Prime Minister...his name was Pt. Jawaharlal Nehru.Then came Lal Bahadur Shastri followed by Indira Gnadhi, Morarji Desai, Rajiv Gandhi, VP Singh, Chandrashekhar,PV Narsimha Rao, IK Gujral, HD Deve Gowda, Atal Bihari Vajpayee and Manmohan Singh. All these names drew flak from the citizens,for their wrong doings and weak decisions and were applauded by for their gutsy and right ones. 

But since 16th may, 2014 it seems that GOD himself has taken over the country and every time, anyone says a word against him or is even critical of him, there is huge hullabaloo. Questions are raised not about why and what has been been criticized but about HOW can he be criticized. How dare anyone!

Fellow citizens, all the other mentioned names were also the HONORABLE Prime Minister's of this country and there have been many adjectives(GOOd/BAD) given to them, cartoons made on them and lot was said in their criticism. I wish this world was ruled by God and it would have been heaven then but, ironically we live in an atmosphere today which has corrupt souls and sold conscience and hence we are ruled IN THE NAME OF GOD.

I, decline to consider a human being as God. Honourable Prime Minister Narendra Damodardas Modi is my Prime Minister too and I bet if he is as cool as it seems then he would believe in that Rahim ka Doha which says one should keep his critic near and even build his hut near to his own house. In that case, the kind of stature and knowledge Mr Modi possesses, I am sure he will love me a lot.

But anyways, he is our PM and not the great Rajnikant who does no wrong. Even Rajnikant seems flattered by his portrayal in contrast to his real life simple personality. He is one God in Tamil Cinema who himself has survived cancer. He too is human being right?

So fellow citizens it is alright if PM Modi is criticized for something that many/some think is right and many/some think is wrong. We should not over-expect. Having said that, I keep my expectations reserved. Lets not travel much into the history and just stop at 20th century and see what has happened to all the rulers who have promised more than they should have and people have over-expected much more than what they even promised. It is us who have to work. He is the director (and not the dictator) We are the artists. . We can choose to be heroes and villains, but what needs to be kept in mind is that we should sign this one only after we are sure about the script that is pitched in front of us.


And one should remember, we have seen 14 Prime Ministers before as well. They were called Dogs and mute and womanizer and what not! So neither our current Prime Minister GOD...nor any of the previous one was DOG. Respect has its own legacy. Well, we, the people of this country seem to have broken it. IF he deserves respect, so did they. He will always deserve respect and no matter what, others will always deserve it too! Let us not forget that he was not sitting at his 'chai ki gumti' from where he jumped and became the Prime Minister. He worked hard for it and won the faith of the majority in the world's largest democracy. Similarly, neither of the previous Prime Ministers were elected randomly or were of the government that did not have the numbers. WE gave them those numbers with our votes. 

WE- THE PEOPLE OF INDIA.

PS: I have kept politics and policies aside.

Monday, May 9, 2016

सही- गलत

एक गलत था...एक था सही...
शुरुआत में थी कहानी वही...
गलत गलत था...सही सही था...
पर फिर बदला स्वरुप ...किरदार बदले...
वो बदले कि ही तो आग थी- क्रूर, निर्मम और अंधी...
गलत का ईमान जागा था...सही ने भी ठानी थी...
सहनशीलता को अब उसने भी त्यागा था...
फिर शुरू हुई ललकार...बजा नफरत का शंखनाद...
हुआ चिर युद्ध, हुई आबरू तार- तार,
गलत चुप रहा, सही करता रहा कठोर वार,
कभी शब्दबाड़, कभी बद दुआ,
करता रहा हमला बार बार...
पर जब लगा युद्ध में विराम...
बदल गए थे कई आयाम...
अब परिभाषा थी नयी, किरदार नए थे...
घाव थे वही, वार नए थे...
गलत जो कभी था...सही अब वही था...
सही जो हठी था...वो जो सही कभी था...
राख हो गया था बदले कि आग में,
और कहानी फिर वही हुई ख़त्म जहाँ हुई कभी शुरू थी,
फिर एक बार...एक था गलत-
एक सही था...
-संकल्प

Friday, May 6, 2016

An Open Letter to my Brother Siddhant

It was summer of 2009. I had the same anxiety which they would have felt today. I knew I wasn't deserving enough as I had anyways forced myself to study maths when I only loved statistics part of it, I had literally tried to gulp the theorems of mathematics and the chemical formulas of chemistry. Physics was never something I loved apart from the chapter machines. And so it reflected in my results. The entire equation was wrong. No formula worked to make my percentage touch even the nearest figures to where my siblings stand today. And then I had to do the formality of eating sweets. The highest marks that I was boasting on were in Hindi-97.  And all other  subjects were embarrassed with some 20-30 marks lesser than that of Hindi. I was anyways happy with whatever I had got. I wasn't surprised. My parents, specially my father understood that I wasn't made for these subjects and vice versa. Ok yes, I was happy that I lost. But the crux was that I had lost to my weaknesses.Deliberately. I remember, for the first time I wasn't feeling embarrassed to face anyone. I was aware about why my father was upset but I as happy somewhere that ok...now I have officially declared that come what may, I wouldn't have to step in those classes. There were several other issues but the reason was that I just didn't do enough, deliberately maybe, to fight that battle of board examinations. It was like I wasn't given the land I wanted to fight for.

But everything kept aside, there was something which I realized later. I had kept my parents deprived of that smile, one proud smile. It took me 4years to bring that back until I got through Xavier institute of Communications. My mother is anyways expressive but it is hard to please my father- that genuine smile of pride on his face is a tough task to accomplish. You know that Siddhant, don't you ?And having said all of this, I just want to tell that you have done that! Today when I spoke to papa, it was the same as it was 4years ago. I remember him sprinting around my college just to explore more. Mummy's voice today was filled with delight. Just like it used to be when I won every singing competition and when she heard that I got through XIC.

I could have said all of this in a personal mail to you Siddhant. But I wanted to share this emotion with every brother and sister who feel responsible for their siblings. Who feel that their siblings might always be looking up to them. And hence, I decided to write an OPEN LETTER TO MY BROTHER. Siddhant- this one is really special. You have not just done it for yourself but also for me. Thank you for being a brilliant student and a son.And of course, a brother. And let me tell you why I am writing this to you today Siddhant, it's because I always wanted to write. Life is beautiful, isn't  it?😃