Behind Every Rapist

Behind every rapist is he himself who could not control his beastly emotions but he is not the only one. Because, behind every rapist,

• Is a Father who treated his wife as a slave.
• Is a Mother who meekly followed her husbands whims.
• Is a Sister who kept quite or even supported her brother who harassed other girls.
• Is a friend who thought it is cool to tease a girl and even cooler to rape her.
• Is a girl who mis-uses her charm to use a guy.
• Is a Grandmother who sees her newborn Grand-daughter and gets depressed.
• Is In-laws who harasses their daughter-in-law­ for dowry.
• Is Education System which offers advanced courses of Physics, Chemistry and Biology but doesn't offer basics on sex education.
• Is a TV serial where female lead is devising plans of consummation of her marriage even when she knows her husband loves somebody else.
• Is a Novel which portrays weakness of a woman as her sacrifice for her family and her meekness as a virtue.
• Is a Patriarchal System which preaches that woman has little to none rights in decision-making.
• Is alcohol/drugs which makes one insane.
• Is News Chanel which broadcasts rape news as an entertainment.
• Is a Politician who thinks that child marriage will solve the rape problem.
• Is a Lawmaker who came up with biased laws against the victim.
• Is a Legal System which has a provision for rape victim to marry her rapist.
• Is a Society which over-rates sex and takes pride in depicting woman as a sexual object.

And in the end, behind every rapist is Me and You who shout at top of our lungs "Castrate, Life Imprison, Hang in Public, Burn, Cut one hand and a leg of rapists" for 5 days and then forget everything and get on with our life.

Don't let this fire blow off until Justice is achieved.

I don't know why, this time I seriously want to do something concrete about this. But, in a democracy like India, majority rules, so I need the support of all the responsible citizens of India, to put an end to this mayhem. I promise, 'You give me your support and strength, and I will give you SAFE INDIA.'

All those who want to contact me, can mail me on 'loveguru9@gmail.com'.

Love Pledge

'To LOVE and to be LOVED, are the greatest joys on the earth', and for the same, I pledge :

"I know its all my fault, but I never loved anyone, as I love you. I never cried for anyone, as I cry for you. I promise to you, whatever it takes, I will give away all my things, I will fight with everyone if I have to, I wont care if I have to stand up in cold, in sun or in rain, I won't think about myself, and I won't give up on you. Whatever it takes costs, even myself, but I'll bring you back in my life, because without you I have no reason to live. We will make our future the best, but without you nor today is mine neither tomorrow."

This LOVE PLEDGE is my pledge for the love of my life and is dedicated to her only.

Also it is a message to all the lovers, to inspire them, to motivate them and to encourage them not to give up on their love.

Stolen Dreams - Lifetime Of Death !

Rape is not just a women's issue. It's about men who stop behaving like human beings and start behaving like animals.

On 16 December 2012, a physiotherapy student, with a male friend of hers was on her way to home after watching 'The Life Of Pie', and her life changed forever. When the couple boarded a chartered bus at about 9 pm, a group of men who were on bus began harassing her, asking why she was out late with a man. When her friend tried to intervene, he was gagged and then hit with an iron rod. Six men then hit the girl with the same iron rod and gang raped her while the driver kept the bus moving. At about 11 pm, the couple was thrown naked onto the road, out of the moving bus.

The couple was lying on the road, hurt and nude for around an hour. The girl's vagina and her small and large intestines are totally damaged, and she won't be able to live a married or normal life. The doctor treating her said, "In my career of twenty years, I have never seen such brutality. I cannot describe in words, what this girl has gone through, it pains me while thinking about it." The girl has gone in coma five times since 16 December. She is unconscious, critical and crying nonstop. Her only fault is that she is a girl and that too living in a city like Delhi. The boy on the other hand has not gone through much physically, but mentally and emotionally he was raped too. He had to watch his friend get raped in front of him, and he was helpless to do anything for her. For the rest of his life, the guilt of not able to save his friend of a dreadful fate will haunt him.

The most astonishing verdict is of Delhi's Chief Minister, Mrs Sheila Dixit, who delivered justice by cancelling the license of the bus. Thank you very much Sheila! You have delivered an excellent justice in a short time. The victim, that girl who is fighting the battle between life and death, will always remember and cherish your justice, provided if she survives. Personally, I felt ashamed to hear such a statement. And it's a pity, that you cannot understand a woman's pain being a woman yourself.

I am wondering, if the rape took one hour to destroy the girl's life, then why not one hour for the judiciary to punish those accused of the henious crime? I am scared for my mom, my sister, my friends and I am dead scared to father a girl child.

Socially we are finished, especially Delhi. The attitude is such that even common men fully in their senses, behave shamelessly with women and relish smart comments made by them in bus, metro or public areas with a wry smile. We are simply a bit different in looks from Taliban, but in barbarism we surpass them by leaps and folds. Delhi is no longer 'DIL WALON KI DILLI', now it only breeds money, liquor, guns and real estate. Ironically, it is the capital of the country, with the parliament in the middle of everything. Talking about morals is now the worst thing to ever speak of. Don't we see erudite fluent english and hindi speaking gentry in khadi defending scams of crores, smiling their ways to CBI questioning and waving while coming out. Don't we see doctorates of economics feebly defending corruption and money laundering? I think, we will have to very soon head towards arab spring or something like that for true democracy, against our democracy which has long been hijacked by the lobbyists and anti socials.

The way things are going in Delhi, I am sure, soon Delhi Metro will announce, "Next station is MOLESTATION, all female passengers are advised to take care of their clothes, and are warned that staying close to the doors might cost them their lives, but staying in Delhi will definitely ruin them and rob them of their respect, integrity and sanity, and make their life a curse to live. Please be careful!"

Everytime I read or hear news regarding this incident, I get hurt, feel that pain. Will protesting get back that girl's life? Will her pain end? I don't know what's right or wrong at this very moment, but ANOTHER GIRL, ANOTHER STORY, ANOTHER PIECE OF NEWS, fifteen days of hot topic and a gossip for people, two days of protests and candle marches, and a lifetime of PAIN FOR PARENTS, and a LIVING DEATH FOR THE GIRL.

I hope the very brave girl and her friend have a speedy recovery and the sociopaths are hanged to death. But, I don't know why, this time I seriously want to do something concrete about this. But, in a democracy like India, majority rules, so I need the support of all the responsible citizens of India, to put an end to this mayhem. I promise, 'You give me your support and strength, and I will give you SAFE INDIA.'

All those who want to contact me, can mail me on 'loveguru9@gmail.com'.

Difficult Choices

Love, difficult as it is, may be because of its charm or its mysterious nature, fascinates almost each and everyone of us. Sometimes, unknowingly we are drawn towards it and before we realize this, we are actually in love with someone, whom we don't even think of in the wildest of our dreams. And when it dawns upon us that we are in love, we actually try to run away from it, as we are not able to understand it fully and also because love makes us unbelievingly strong.

14 February, 2012

Ananya : Angad, this is the last time, we are talking (Although, I don't want it to be the last time, I want to spend the rest of my life with you). You know, because of the differences that are going between you and Shubham sir, he has clearly told me not to talk to you and I just can't say no to what he says (I wish I could, but I can't, and I hope you will understand my position). Moreover, Anamika and her boyfriend Jatin, have also told me to stay away from you, and they are my best friends (I know I am making stupid excuses and that Jatin is a jerk and selfish person not worthy of being a friend, but, I am not able to understand as to why I love you, and when all these people are against you, it confuses the already confused mind of mines).

But, I assure you one thing, no matter what and where I am, during this time in the evening, as you say your time of the day, 7 pm to 9 pm, I will always look up in to the sky and watch the moon and think about all the things that we could have talked about and all the happy memories of the times we have spent together (I wish I could have been there with you and not on phone and that you could have hugged me and told me that I am not 'PARAI AMANAT', I am your 'AMANAT' and should have stopped me from breaking your heart and that I could have told you that I will always love you, and you alone).

29 November, 2012

Lavanya : I am really very much sorry Angad, for being rude with you earlier, but Ananya wanted me to hurt you, so that you will start hating her, but I know, you won't. The thing is, Ananya has been going through a very rough patch, and has become too much vulnerable and too rude at the same time. That's the reason I contacted you earlier and asked you to come back in her life. Although, she is my elder sister but her sense of judging people is really very much pathetic and I wanted you to be back in her life, so that you can bring stability in it. By the way, it's my birthday today, I turned sweet sixteen today (I hope I am not blushing too much).

Angad : Wow! Happy Birthday Sweetheart! Get yourself a chocolate truffle cake and lots of chocolates, dairymilk silk to be specific from my side.

And, you don't have to apologize for anything. I understand the position you were in. Stop worrying, and concentrate on your studies, I will try my level best to make sure Ananya smiles again. Maybe that's the best birthday gift I can give you.

Ananya : Why you want me to talk to Angad, Lavanya you know I can't talk to him, I have hurted him enough for one lifetime and I don't want to hurt him more, and moreover I can't go against Shubham sir's decision and he does not wants me to talk to him. I love him, I love him damn too much and that's the reason I don't want to hurt him (I am angry with God, and sad and depressed, that I have to make such difficult choices).

Lavanya : He loves you too, I know he does (And stupid, don't you worry about hurting him, he is much more stronger than the entire world). I have talked to him and I know he loves you much more than you love him. For the first time in your life, bet on the right person and you will be more than just happy and I can bet my life on that (Idiot! Just tell him you love him and see the magic that happens). Please!

If you will be afraid of love, you will never be happy, and you become the reason for misery of people who love you, accept love, and all the happiness in the world will bow down to you.

Falling In Love

Did you ever fall for someone you know you shouldn't?

I did!

Try hard to fight your feelings, but you just couldn't?

You fall deeper and deeper in love with each passing day, but try to hide it in every possible way.

'She is only a friend, and nothing else', that's the lie you keep telling yourself. You keep on saying she is just a bud, but deep inside, you're FALLING IN LOVE....!!!

Angad : Naina! You are elder to me... My brain suggests me not to fall in love with you, not to dream the future with 'U' and 'I' as 'US', not to think about the fabulous and happy moments we will have with our yet to be born kids, not to feel hopelessly attached to you, but heart says “Give it a try”.

Are you ready for TRIAL LOVE?

When I talk with you, I know the meaning of understanding.

When I laugh with you, I know the meaning of happiness.

When I touch you, I know the meaning of togetherness.

Whenever I am with you, I know the meaning of love.

All this while, you were all I thought about.

What had to happen has already happened, I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU.

Tried holding the time, but things were never meant to be.

And now I don’t know why it all fell apart, why did we fall when all we wanted was to rise?

I am sorry for being so emotional.

I am sorry for being so possessive.

I am sorry that I cry for you.

I am sorry because I can't live without you.

I am sorry for the tears you shed.

I am sorry for the damage I made.

I am sorry that I've made you sick.

Sorry I hurt you so deep.

I am sorry for your pain and agony.

I am sorry for my selfish love.

I am sorry for caring not enough.

I am sorry for that can't be cured.

I am sorry and sorry again.

But believe me that I LOVE U.

Should I say sorry for that too???

Why I Want You In My Life

My life has been a roller coaster ride with all the drama and the love and ofcourse with lots of hugs and kisses. And these hugs and kisses, made you go nuts and jealous and also made you question me a lot of times as to 'why it is just you that I want for a life partner?' Here are a few reasons as to why I want you in my life, and as to why I made you my life :

• To PROTECT YOU, when you are scared.

• To Stay Up all night with you, when you are sick.

• So that I can treat you like, you are all that REALLY MATTERS TO ME.

• To ask you WHAT'S WRONG, when you are all quiet and glum.

• To tell you that you are MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON, whenever I see you at your worst. Actually, no matter how you look, you are and you will be the most beautiful person for me.

• To give you ALL THE HAPPINESS in the world.

• So that I can HOLD YOUR HAND, when you grab mine, and play with your fingers.

• To tease you back, when you tease me, and MAKE YOU LAUGH.

• So that I can REASSURE YOU that everything is okay, when you don't answer for a long time. Frankly speaking, it kills me from inside when you don't answer.

• So that when I see you start crying, I can HOLD YOU and hug you tightly and tell you that you are my world, without even saying a single word.

• So that whenever you look at me with doubt, I can BACK MYSELF UP and tell you that I am yours and only YOURS.

• To keep your secrets SAFE AND UNTOLD, when you tell them to me.

• To make you believe that I LOVE YOU, more than you can ever understand, and tell you that I know YOU LOVE ME, more than I can ever understand.

• To STAY ON PHONE WITH YOU, even if you are not saying anything.

• So that when you are trying to act all tough, by trying to fight with me and curse me, I can kiss you and tell you that I LOVE YOU.

• So that I can KISS YOU, when you stare at my mouth.

• So that I can be careful of not talking about other girls, when YOU ARE AROUND ME.

• So that when you are mad at me, I can HUG YOU TIGHT and don't let go.

• So that I can GRAB YOU and don't let you go, when you push me or hit me like I am a dummy, cause you think you are stronger than I am.

• So that I can make you laugh by BUMPING BACK into you, when you bump into me.

• Because I believe that you want me to TALK TO YOU, when you say you are ok, but you are actually not.

• So that I LET YOU KEEP my favorite shirt and let you sleep with it, when you insist on doing so.

• To LOOK BACK into your eyes, when you look at me in my eyes, and not looking away until you do.

• To CALL YOU at 12:00 am on your birthday, to wish you happy birthday and tell you that I love you and that I am glad to have you in my life.

• So that when you run upto me crying, I can HUG YOU and hold you tight and reassure you that everything is going to be okay and that I am always with you and that I will always love you.

• So that I can watch your favorite movie WITH YOU or your favorite show, even if I think they are stupid.

• To let you WEAR MY CLOTHES.

• To HANG OUT WITH YOU, when you are bored and sad.

• So that when I see you walking away, I can sneak up from behind and HUG YOUR WAIST.

• So that I can KISS YOU and HUG YOU in the pouring rain.

• So that I can tell you and make you believe that YOU ARE MOST IMPORTANT person for me in the entire universe.

• To give you all MY ATTENTION, when you are ignoring me.

• To PULL YOU BACK, when you pull yourself away.

• So that I can tell you, that I know you and even though you say its all over, you still want me to be yours.

• So that I can PROMISE YOU TO BE YOURS for now and for always.

Life is too short to be wasted in quarrels and fights. And I hope each and everyone of you reading this will understand it, and get back to your love to love them more and more by every passing moment.

Why I Love You

Many a times, you have asked me as to 'why I love you?' and everytime I was like 'umm', 'aaa', 'mmm', frankly telling, I was completely blank then and had no answer. But being away from you, made me realize as to 'why I love you' and 'why you are the most important person to me in the entire world. Read on :

• Your smile brightens up the most dullest of my days. Not to forget, you have the most beautiful hair, I love their smell and texture. I am totally mesmerised by those big eyes of yours and your smile has me bamboozled. And when you hug me, its like time has come to a standstill and each and every problem has evaporated.

• You are the most beautiful person, for me. You look beautiful without any make-up, just the way you are. Nothing in the world is more tempting to me, than holding your sweet and bubbly face in my hands, looking deep into your eyes, admiring you and telling you how much I love you.

• I love what I become, when I am with you. You have the most positive and greatest impact on my life and my being. You are an indispensable part of my life. When I am with you, I am the best I can ever be, all thanks to you.

• You complete me. Our being together is the most wholesome and lovable thing that I can ever imagine. 

• You are my friend, companion, confidante, love and life. You are everything and anything that I could ever ask for. You are the most wonderful and amazing person that I have ever met.

And the list goes on and on and on. In the end, all I want to say is 'I LOVE YOU'.

Why I Miss You

Last time we talked, you asked me, as to why I miss you so much even now, and as to why I can't move on. At that time I was not able to tell you why I miss you, so here I am confessing the reasons as to why I miss you so much. Read on :

• When I'm all alone, sick or lost, I just need you to be with me, to hold me in your arms and make me feel ALIVE again.

• I miss waking up in the morning and finding your, 'Good Morning Love!' in my inbox.

• Also I miss waking up early in the morning to listen to your sweet and lovely voice saying, 'Uth Gaya Mera SHONA BABY . . ? ? ?'.

• I miss those small small fights, and saying, 'I am not gonna talk to you ever.' And still, checking my mobile phone again and again, to see if you have called me or messaged me.

• I miss waking up suddenly in the middle of the night and calling you, to talk to you till the break of the dawn.

• I miss those times, when I used to call you and it said, 'The user is busy with another call, please stay on line or call again later..!!!'.

• You know I used to get so very much frustrated and infuriated at those times, and also at the same time I used to feel so scared and insecure, that I might loose you. I miss you.

• I miss all those sweet memories and saying, Sorry Shona!!', after a fight. And then fighting again over whose mistake it was.

• I miss reading your cute cute texts and smiling idiotically and getting caught by friends and family.

• I miss seeing your face and becoming happy without any reason.

• I miss imagining my future life with you, hugging you, cuddling with you, talking to you, and spending my time and life with you.

And the list goes on and on. In the end all I want to say is, 'I MISS YOU and I LOVE YOU'.

Nowadays, people often say love hurts, love is fake, its unreal and what not. But, they haven't experienced what love is and are lost in a world of loneliness and selfishness. Love is just awesome, extra ordinary and brilliant. It makes you feel as if you are the most important person in the entire universe and that you are the entire universe for someone. So, enjoy being in love.

Innocent Questions

She was my destination

She was my path

Why then am I alone?

She came in with lots of love

Decided to stay in heart for always

Why then she walked away?

Heart questions why am I deserted

People were her worshipers

Was God her follower too?

For the first time, tried my hand on a nonnet, I hope it will be liked.

This one is for all the persons who want to question their loved ones as to why they are not in their lives anymore and why God has taken them away.

Big Fat Indian Wedding

They arrive, swathed in silk and smiles. And fish out a gold embossed thick, red card barely half a pleasantry later. Sometimes they whip out a pen and ask for full names. Uncertain smiles are exchanged, and card duly appreciated, while I try my level best to find out who or what the girl or the boy does, or where or she lives. And mom and dad pretend to admire the thick booklet of a card. Have these people considered that the card, which must have cost a bomb, is after all just informatory and not the work of art it is pretending to be and will be relegated to 'raddi' the very next day? I bet not.

Entreaties of 'You have to come!' and the earnest promise 'Of course, of course!' are exchanged before they leave and I wonder aloud, "How in the world am I gonna survive another get together with so many unknown people who are supposed to be my relatives?"

Mom too has her brow wrinkled, "I think I need to get a few dresses ready for the occasion. Are your dresses in order?" She tried to pass on the choice of attending the occasion on me but I back off quickly saying I will have to see if it fits in my schedule. So the moot question is, should I go? Like the idiot who never learns, bowled over by the anxious entreaties, I decide in favour.

Dressed in unfamiliar finery, one reaches the venue after a long traffic jam compounded by 'baraatis' moving at a speed calculated to shame a tortoise! The singer bells out the old and new songs with abundant panache and the dancing baraatis give intruding cars dirty looks, 'what business do cars have on road when they are there?'

Bypassing them is tough, but clever maneuvering sees us through and we find ourselves inside. The rest is a cake walk. Hand over the precious 'lifafa' to somebody keeping a meticulous list of gifts and walk over guiltlessly to the food side. Meeting or greeting the family? They have already bid us a hurried 'Namastey' before rushing off to tend to more urgent things than the invited guests. Wishing the new couple? The bride hasn't arrived from the parlour yet and the groom is still surrounded by his drunken dancing friends. Food seems to be the only logical solution and we get over the awkwardness of helping ourselves by socially asking some other  guests whether they have eaten. And leading the way to the most crowded part of the place.

Pandemonium prevails here as the service is slow and demand huge. Despite the mile long table and the cuisines on it, its a minor achievement getting a hot roti on your plate and getting out of the mad rush without a kid dropping an ice cream or a dollop of greasy daal on ur dress. The only thing you want by that time is to get out of the place.

Another tussle with the traffic and we are home! But if you think that's the end of your trouble, you have not accounted for the queasiness of the next morning. And cursing the green chutney, the curd - or was it the kulfi?

I remember nostalgically the days when society didn't judge you from the amount you blew on a wedding. Or how many guests you invited. The fresh fragrance of the marigold bedecked doorways and sandalwood adorned brides still linger in the memory, so far removed from the starchy orchids or the beauty out of cookie cutter parlours.

I must be getting really old or rather classical, for I also remember happiness, and not makeup lighting faces around me, the simple sitdown meals served lovingly on huge 'thaals' and people actually knowing their invitees!

Self Realization

After a while I learnt the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. 

I learnt that love doesn't mean leaning, and company doesnt mean security.

It dawned upon me that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises.

I began accepting my defeats with my head up and my eyes open, with the grace of an adult, and not the grief of a child.

I learnt to build all my roads on today because tomorrows ground is too uncertain for plans.

After a while I learnt that even sunshine burns if you get too much of it.

So plant your garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you will learn that you really are strong, and you really do have worth BEING YOURSELF.

NOTE : Its edited version (edited by me ofcourse) of the original article I read somewhere online.

Rising Petrol Prices And Dooming Rupee

With the rupee in decline, if not a free fall yet, and the petrol prices touching new skies, the political fallout is severe for both the ruling United Progressive Alliance (progressive, only in terms of corruption and scams, not in terms of development and prosperity) and the Opposition, as inflation touches new highs and cannot be easily bridled.

With the increased demand of petroleum products in the country, drop of rupee in comparison to dollar and the international price hike in the petroleum prices, the petrol prices are bound to rise. But, also our politicos should bring upon austerity on themselves and learn a lesson from the doomed economy of Zimbabwe, and stop coming up with flawed economic policies, which rob the public on the name of the taxes, instead of generating any substantial capital. Also, media hungry attention seeking people like Anna Hazare and Baba Ramdev, should put a stop to their nation-wide strikes and realize that their strikes cause a loss of around a thousand crore rupees a day to the country's economy.

Doomsayers predict recession, but the authorities have been hoping to ride the tiger and do not think that the economy is fragile, though it is. The regional parties ruling a number of States, in as much financial distress as the Centre, want their pound of flesh - huge funds from the Union treasury to balance their books. If rotten politicians like Mamta Banerjee, would stop threatening government on the name of withdrawing their support from the coalition, then maybe government will be able to work and function properly.

The rupee, as it is feared, could drop to 60 for a US dollar (the international reserve currency in which trade and balance of payments are measured) by the end of the second quarter of the current financial year. The Reserve Bank of India, may have sold 20 billion dollars and other banks might have pumped another 500 million dollars into the market, but is that enough? Have the foreign remittances, which used to be 50 billion dollars a year, declined or are the now insufficient, as the needs are manifold? Are the foreign exchange reserves of nearly 300 billion dollars inadequate?

The government claims that the Indian economic growth has been 7 percent in the bygone financial year, even though the stock markets and the commodity markets are in decline. Also, Banks and Life Insurance investments in stocks do not prop up the markets anymore. Sad, eh?

At the end of the budget session, the Government announced an increase of petrol price by `6 per litre, but oil companies are still demanding to increase diesel prices by `5 per litre. Even though the Central and the State taxes make upto 30 percent of the petrol price, the political parties to the left, right and  centre have found this issue to criticize the Government, instead of thanking it for the revenue generated. Dirty politics.

Capital inflows in to India have declined in the absence of economic reforms like permission to foreign investment in multi brand retail trade. The other factor is that a number of power plants are not generating electricity at their full capacity in the absence of availability of fuel. There is no solution for the power plants remaining idle, yet on paper, infrastructure has already been built, but will remain unused.

The ruling party and the opposition are holding executive meets every now and then, but the focus is not on crucial issues like that of petrol price, or that of decline of rupee, instead it is candidature of the presidential elections. The politicos have unwittingly sent out a message that, they make merry whenever they are in power and use the stick against the public, and are ignoring the aspirations of the rising young people of the country, who hate the fake idealism of the yore.

If given opportunity, I would like to ask :

• The Members Of The Parliament - Do you consider yourselves cartoonists, that you people are discussing cartoons printed in textbooks during the sessions of the parliament?
• Mamata Banerjee - Is your hunger for power so much so that, that you won't let the Union Government function properly for the sake of your vote bank in Kolkata?
• Narendra Modi - How can you consider yourself the face of good politics and development, when you ordered the massacre and the riots and your own hands are tainted by the blood of the innocents?
• Supreme Court Of India - Why is A Raja granted bail and where is the money he gobbled? Why is Kalmadi roaming freely after being plotting such big scams? Why hasn't the money from any of the scams been recovered? Is our law so weak that it cannot punish the culprits and give people what is rightly theirs?
• Manmohan Singh - If you want to act like a puppet in the hands of the Congress Supremo, Sonia Gandhi, and neglect your duties as the Prime Minister, then why don't you join a circus and not ruin the country?
• Lal Krishna Advani - When will you stop dividing people on the basis of the religion and let secularism prevail in the country?
• Rahul Gandhi - How can you call yourself the young face of Indian politics, at an age of 42, when all you do is nothing and fly off to foreign lands every now and then?
• V K Singh - Why you always blame defense ministry for your own flaws? Are you not a man enough to stand for your own mistakes?
• Anna Hazare - When will you stop fooling the innocent public on the name of the Lokpal Bill and do something good for the country, instead of those BANDHS that are destroying the country?
• Baba Ramdev - Is your circus on TV not giving you enough attention and media coverage that you have started fooling around with other attention seeking hogs on the name of anti corruption?
• Pranab Mukherjee - Why didn'[t you resigned soon? And while you were in power, why didn't you did something regarding the economy of the country, instead of imposing those ridiculous taxes on public?
• Vinod Rai (CAG, India) - When will you stop playing tennis and actually start doing your job?
• TKA Nair (Advisor to PM) - Will you advise something worth and real good to the PM?
• Duvvuri Subbarao (RBI Governor) - When will you take some substantial steps for stopping the downfall of rupee?

I conclude, with the hope that all these people will answer these questions to the people of India, and that too, before its too late.

Sisters Obsessed With White Skin

A few weeks ago, I went to saw a movie with my friend 'Nanita Singh'. One of the pre movie advertisements about a fairness product 'Clean and Dry Intimate Wash' angered and agitated her so much so that she took her cell phone out and lamented on her facebook status, "why each and every advertisement nowadays is about fairness products? Clean and dry has heightened the apartheid by launching their product Intimate Wash. FANTASTIC. Do they really want us to bleach our intimate areas into fairness? SICK" sarcastically.

The world could now welcome another product that makes people with brown skin feel bad about their bodies, invest in one more way to alter them. To someone like me, born and raised in India, encountering an American jab on anything Pakistani, surrounded by almost everything Chineese, offers some tantalising prospects nurtured by the fires of nationalism that burn on either side of these borders that British left us. There is the urge to gloat, to spout out, "no, no this would never happen in India" or smugly say, "well you know, this is not our problem", alluding ofcourse to the lack of superficiality, superior ethics, and caste-based equality India is so popular for.

While an American might fall for such a fable, unable to distinguish fabrications in the sea of brown, that is South Asia in the condensed western imagination, neither Indians nor Pakistanis can buy the lie. With our hostile histories, Indians and Pakistanis may disagree on borders and water treaties and terror suspects; but in denying our brownness and dreaming of whiteness, we r united. Indeed, 'Clean and Dry Intimate Wash' could not be advertised in India and Pakistan as freely as it is being hawked in countries with western culture, but there would, undoubtedly, be a profitable market for it in both these countries. The reasons for its popularity may be different, vestiges of caste and Aryan association among Indians; the desire to locate lineage in Arab conquerors in Pakistan. But even with missiles pointed and check points manned, the most fervent Hindu nationalist and the most martial Pakistani colonel can agree that whatever else happens, 'THE BRIDE MUST BE FAIR'.

While argument can be established, contradictions remain. It was after all, a fetal India and Pakistan who won the 20th century's most resounding  victory against white colonialism, showed down the British, sent them packing, and put full stop on the saga of the British Empire. Today, it is India that can mock by example all those who believed that democracy belonged only to the white, the rich or the elite; and it is contemporary Pakistan wracked with casualties and plagued by terrorism, that is standing upto the imperialist intrusions of the United States. If we looked at those portions of the story alone, we could never guess that our societies with their robust anti-imperialist genealogies could indulge in the chemical absurdity of bleaching ourselves white.

The conundrums, shared by Indians and Pakistanis could be less annoying perhaps if their burdens were equally applied to all Indian and Pakistani citizens. However, in the subcontinent, the self loathing of the people with fairer skins have deemed that this is not to be so; from 'Clean and Dry' in India to 'Tibet Snow' in Pakistan to 'Fair and Lovely' everywhere, the burden of escaping our burnished realities has been placed squarely on the shoulders of people with darker brownish skins. And because they must pretend that they and all their parts were born rather than bleached white, this war against brown is waged largely in secret.

In beauty parlors and bathrooms from Kolkata to Krachi, brown men and women, both Hindu and Muslim, the very poor and the newly rich, pay the price of a socially nursed delusion of whiteness, its imagined goodness, and its unquestioned purity. And as is the tradition, some are more slyly marketed than the others. The people who made the commercials for these fairness products, feigns innocence and denies complicity, it is all 'OVER-REACTION' in their words.

In our yet unconcluded first century of existence, India and Pakistan have spent a lot of time arguing our differences, varying interests, old wounds and new tricks, unwarranted armed overtures and all the tragic rest. On the issue of race it seems, our challenge on either side of the border is the same; the task of accepting without shame or subterfuge our pigmented reality; ending our quest for whiteness, so that we can finally become brown, and can finally say 'WE ARE PROUD TO BE BROWN'.

I Fell In Love With You

Somewhere in d middle of those conversations

I fell in love with you!

Being from strangers to friends

Then from gossips to sharing secrets

Don't know when I started to like you!

From those arguments to fights

From those likes to dislikes

From laughs to cries

I did share many beautiful moments with you

Somewhere in the middle of those conversations

I fell in love with you!

Don't know how the time passed

For hours our conversations used to last

And today it has been ages we talked

Now you have your guy by your side

Tomorrow someone else gonna be your groom

So today I wanna tell you

This was something I did 'hide'

Yeah! somewhere in the middle of those conversations

I fell in love with you!

And for the rest of my life

I will cherish my relation with you

And I will always love you!

This one is dedicated to the love of my life, in a hope she finds her way back into my life. Also this is for all the people who are missing their loved ones and waiting for them to come back into their lives.

Pain !

I keep thinking of different ways

How to express my love for her.

My heart beats for her

But she is unaware about it.

My God knows my pain

She is stranger to it.

I always wish, keep telling my heart

You love her, dye yourself in her colors

She will come to you, love you back

Alas! She doesn't understand my feelings for her.

My God knows my pain

She is stranger to it.

Always at a distance of step or two from her

Always she is in my heart frame

I have walked for centuries, towards her

The distance between us is still the same.

My God knows my pain,

She is stranger to it.

She is in my thoughts.

She is all around me.

I am so close to her.

Yet! She is distant to me.

My God knows my pain,

She is stranger to it.

How do I make you read my eyes?

How do I express my love for you?

How do I make you feel my heart beat?

How do I tell you what I feel for you?

My God knows my pain,

She is stranger to it.

Day and night, I keep watching her photo.

Day and night, I worship her like Goddess.

My God knows my pain,

She is stranger to it.

Oh God! Give christmas present to the orphaned heart of mine.

Oh God! Give back my Juliet to the Romeo me.

My God knows my pain,

She is stranger to it.

This one is dedicated to the girl with the most beautiful pair of eyes I have ever seen. I hope someday she will understand my love for her and come back to me.

Also, this is for all those persons, whose partners / friends are mad at them or are not with them, in a hope that they will be together again.

NOTE : The line 'My God knows my pain, She is stranger to it.' has been taken from the punjabi song 'mera peer jaane meri peedh, o jaane naa.' I was so much moved by this song, that i decided to incorporate its title line into this poem.