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The India I see today is all set for a blooming start to a journey which will eventually end up in Nadir. The India has a vision 2020 which is a dream full of bustling energy, entrepreneurship and innovation. The so called potential of 1.35 billion is nothing more than a crowd which has no face and even worse it is gullible. More than half of the potential live in poverty who has no reach to basic amenities. Food, clothes and shelter – it is not in reach for most of them. How do one expect them to perform when they can’t even manage to make their both end meet. People are dying because of hunger and poverty, because of the shame that they cannot feed their family, because of the regret that the government who lured them into giving votes is not fulfilling the promises made to them, because of the pressure to perform to be a part of growing India.

A disclaimer from me – it’s been 9 years when I first became eligible to vote but I have not yet chosen to vote. I don’t think that an individual politician can do anything however fair he may be by his actions. On date, I consider none of the political party to be the capable of governing India. They are all corrupt from cores and superficially too. Their pneuma is rotten and there is not a scintilla of remorse in their eyes for the actions they do. The present government is no exception. Day after day, we hear about bigger scams. The leader is the most inept of all I have ever seen. And his statements just confirms how irresponsible a person he is. But since I don’t vote I better not talk about the government. I’ll just go with the faith that their Karma will eventually fill their pot of sin and they will be punished. (Lolzzz…this statement even sounds amusing in my head…nevertheless hope is the only thing I’ve got)

Even though the event seems to be far and highly unlikely, I’ll finish my diary today with the hope that vision 2020 just don’t remain a dream but becomes a reality.

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As an Indian or African, you don’t need to be introduced to this name. Gandhi is not a mere name, he is a legend. He was more than a freedom fighter, he was an inspiration. Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi was a man of great stature.

But I’m not talking about the same Gandhi here. Undoubtly he was powerful by his own means and principles but there is yet another Gandhi who is more powerful than ever. Powerful than the previous one. More influencial than him. People love the new Gandhi more than they love him. He is what people want today. He is the Gandhi on Indian Currency.

The Indians have turned greedy beyond redemption. Once there was a Midas touch – a touch which turned anything and everything to gold. Now we have Greed touch – a touch which rot anything and everything we touch. We’re once in the line of budding superpowers, and we still are in the line only. 63 years have been passed since independence and we are still nascent. The only thing that grew is greed and population and corruption and chaos all around. M.K. Gandhi stirred the whole country for a purpose that is long lost and forgotten. Even at that time a lot fought for him because he inspired them towards a common goal. Today’s Gandhi attracts everybody but inspire none. We all can fought for the Gandhi even today but our motive is different today. We’ll fight for him to own him. We have an egocentric goal now.

I hear every now and then that “Gandhiji mein bahut taquat hai” meaning Gandhiji has a lot of power. But in reality this is the power of Greed and not Gandhi. All we are taught is world is moving fast and if you don’t keep abreast you’ll be left behind but nobody taught to carry the values along while travelling. The result is rotten core and glittering appearance.

8-10 years back talks were doing the round that Indians have the largest repository of young people. India was looked upon by many as an emerging leader but alas we sank our ship on our own. That young generation is aging and soon we’ll be the largest repository of old people then we’ll have nothing. We are feeding on our own people. We are acting like beasts. Our single aim is to prove the Darwins thoery of “Survival of the Fittest” which I suppose was raw and very basic instinct. But homo sapiens grew above that raw instinct and formed society and now that instinct is growing back again. Soon there will be no India left to be proud of. All there will be barren land, full of blood and gore and none of the two Gandhi will be able to help us then.


A thought provoking article by Pritish Nandy:

What is it about us that makes us crib, crib, crib? Cribbing has become a national pastime, making us look insecure, selfish, petulant and pompous, all at the same time.

Let’s look at the Obama visit. Even before he arrived in India, and he’s the first American President to visit India in his first term, we began to boast about how the US needs India today more than India needs the US. He is coming, declared our media, because we are the economy of tomorrow and America’s the economy of yesterday. We started hyphenating ourselves with China and argued that Obama was coming to India to acknowledge the shift in power from the West to Asia. Even assuming this is true, it was perhaps not the apt time to crow about it.

Yes, Asia is today an economic powerhouse and a US-India detente could augur well for the free world. As for China, it’s bigger, tougher, richer, cleverer and far better economically placed than we are and I don’t think they like being hyphenated with us. They prefer to be hyphenated with the US. Sure, both see us as a market for their products, not because we have a huge middle class with lots of surplus money. They see us as a market because it’s easy to sell to a country where 90% of the wealth is concentrated in the hands of 10%. Deals happen much quicker in such markets and we know exactly why.

Even before Obama came into town, our pompous local politicians, including the CM who’s currently living on borrowed time, having been caught stealing land belonging to the Kargil war widows, decide to show huge outrage over being humiliated by the US. What was this humiliation? They were invited to meet Obama at a gathering organised by the US Consulate and were requested in advance to provide their identification through PAN cards and whatever ID our own Government demands of us whenever we enter an airport or any other place where security’s an issue. So our politicians and bureaucrats took huge umbrage and refused to go.

We must be the only nation which allows our VIPs to walk through airport security without being checked because their ego is so fragile it might break if they have to go through a process mandatory for the rest of us. Worse, just outside the check-in counter, there’s a long list of VIPs who can walk past security without being checked. For VIPs it’s a status symbol. For the rest of us it’s a shame that we allow certain people (the list includes Robert Vadhera, who holds no official position) to violate a security protocol that could endanger all of us. Luckily, the Americans are not a hierarchical society. Their leaders get no such special treatment. So they did what was normal. They asked for everyone’s security details.

Our leaders created such uproar that the Consulate had no option but to call it a clerical error and apologise. Apologise for what? For ensuring security for their own Head of State, the world’s most targeted leader, at a function organised by them. Luckily, the MEA was wiser and clarified that this was no affront to India and the Consulate was well within its rights to impose its own security norms at their own function. US diplomacy won, over the petulance of our petty leaders, when the Consulate head personally met them and politely apologised for a mistake which was not a mistake in the first place. You should have seen our leaders smirk.

Now we are already claiming, half way through the visit, that Obama has let India down by not naming Pakistan as a terrorist state. No Head of State goes to a country and points fingers at another. Short of blaming Pakistan for 26/11, the poor guy did everything right. He did not go to Delhi first, like others do. He landed in Mumbai, stayed at The Taj, where the tragedy took place. He met the victims, commiserated with them, talked eloquently about the courage and the resilience of Mumbai in the face of such a dastardly terrorist strike. He said all the right things. But were we happy? No. The media went on and on and on, saying Obama should have done much more, he should have nailed Pakistan.

But Obama’s not a judge. The 26/11 case is being tried in a Mumbai court. Why should Obama pre-empt the legal process? Why must Obama stand on Indian soil and blame Pakistan? If Pakistan is behind 26/11, it’s our job to teach them a lesson, not Obama’s. He has done his bit, by openly sympathising with us, supporting our war against terrorism. He has come all way, after a severe electoral drubbing, to honour an invitation. He has not once mentioned Kashmir. He has not, like earlier US Presidents, hyphenated India with Pakistan. He has broken with the past by not going to Pakistan on his India trip. He is in India and India alone. That’s the biggest statement of all. He is here as a guest, a visitor, a friend, a believer in the tenets of democracy that bind our two nations together. Let’s treat him like one.

Bitching him out will achieve nothing.

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2010-11-13 22.39.00A backpack (also called rucksack, knapsack, packsack, pack, or Bergan) is, in its simplest form, a cloth sack carried on one’s back and secured with two straps that go over the shoulders. (Yes, there are exceptions. Agreed.) Snail

So what brings me to the backpack today? It is my backpack. I realized today that it has become a part of me. I carry it all the time. It is one identity mark for me.

It is a multi utilitarian chest which makes me complete. It has all the sundry items whose absence doesn’t stop you from living but their presence does makes your life a better journey.

In my backpack, you’ll find at least two books. The books serve a good time travel on the busy roads of Mumbai where time is the new measurement unit of distance. (If you’ll ask someone how far a place is, probability is he will give the answer in the number of hours it will take to reach there rather than number of kilometres you need to travel.) Reading a book is in itself an exercise to sharpen your creative thinking skills, whilst you broaden your horizons. It nourishes the intellect and expands your imagination and knowledge. So it serves a dual purpose of time travel and food for mind and soul.School

Contents of my backpack

Then I carry a folder having the copy of all important documents like passport, license, etc. This comes in handy many times. Charger and earphone are next important thing that are just too difficult to ignore. With my battery guzzling Galaxy S, I need to be prepared for any instance of low battery signal. So instead of comminating myself, I prefer to carry the charger at all times. Earphone ensures an equally, round the clock availability of entertainment without disturbing the entire crowd. Then there are other sundry items like deodorant, a poly-ethylene, pen, tickets, a wrapping paper, glue etc. which can just come in handy at times.

On a regular weekend, I also carry a Short and Tees, for who knows after the hard hitting parties I may or may not head for my home. Winking smile

The objective here is not the items themselves but the subtle role they play now. I load my backpack with these items and my backpack takes the load off my life. A flight of imagination can take me anywhere and so am prepared for a harlequin journey anytime.

Sleepy smile I guess now its time to close this backpack and go to sleep because in the morning I have another engagement to attend to and my backpack is packed.


3:00 AM, 11 Jun 2010.

insomnia Well great. It’s 3:00 in the morning and here I am scribbling and ranting about my insomniac stage that too live and uncut version. For the lack of siesta and sleep the yester day & night, I slept in the evening after coming back from office. Now at the odd hour of 2:00 I just woke up with my stomach gluttonous craving and finds nothing but some milk so I had a pre-session breakfast of tea and rusk just now and the after effects as you can see is am awake fully, in all my senses. The good thing is it’s raining cats and dogs outside, which by the way compels me to mention two points:

1. When it’s raining water drops, why we say it’s raining cats and dogs. (Ofcourse, I have heard of the story of falling cats from roof, when it rains. But that doesn’t makes sense.) If someone knows, please do tell me about it.

2. Ofcourse, its raining outside and not inside. (Preassumtion: I don’t live in a house with leaking roof  or the great epidemic of mumbai slums. Don’t get me wrong here when I gave a analogy. It’s just that I have seen it and it does feel like a epidemic.)

So will it not be suffice to say that it’s raining…it’s raining heavily…no cats and dogs…as they are hiding under a shelter. give them a break for their life. ahh…what a rant…

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3:15 AM, 11 Jun 2010.

Am hungry and pissed off by the fact that its friday today, so I’ve to go to the office and am fretting by the fact that I will need a siesta again, lack of which causes my small already dying brain to function even less than it does normally. So it’s not going to be an effective day today, I know that and it worries me.

One of the other things that’s helping me in making my life burnt in core of the hell is the impotent HR department and the ever feasting gourmand monkeys sitting on top of me and giving me a hell of a time. Ahhhhh…I remember Boman Irani in Munna bhai MBBS during my hard times…laugh…laugh…and laugh more in times of distress, in direct proportion to your worries and anger. It will cure you, curb you. Well, unfortunately at this point of time i can’t do it right. So there’s a better way…write…write…and write more in times of distress, in direct proportion to your worries and anger. It will help you vent out your anger and anguish and you’ll be a happier person ever after…there after (stupid fellow…ever after is in stories only, no ever after exist in real world. Take the red pill otherwise and go back to matrix, big jaw.) Ahhh…another rant and am already feeling sleepy…and a sudden yawn shows me the good sign of my changing state. It works…see I told you…writing works…and there goes a second yawn…too frequent…something’s wrong with this yawning. I think this is not because I’m feeling sleepy. It is because I’m feeling bored.

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3:30 AM, 11 Jun 2010.

Sitting at the window side, watching the rain feels refreshing though, but silent loneliness creeps in and making me sad. I need a vacation…mom, dad am coming home. It’s been a while I haven’t seen you, embrace you, cuddled you.

Ok…Let’s try something different. Thinking of something good…that kindles a spark in me or something that tickles me. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm (pause) hmmmmmm…gosh…pathetic it is more that it seems…think..think…you dic*****d…hmmmmmm…ahh there it is…two new smartphones have registered there entry recently and they both are good, I must say. Dell Streak and Apple’s iPhone 4, are something that will change the way we think about phones. They are a revolution and they are reloaded. I must but one of them…I will…yes…Ofcourse…this time it’s a definite yes…after a long wait of over a year, there’s something that meets my unnecessary requirements.

Good…it worked…although I’m not yawning…neither am feeling sleepy but am certainly feeling good…now I’m able to look at the rain in a different light. I can see the light…I feel light…am happy…and calm… and poised.

3:40 AM, 11 Jun 2010.

My laptop’s battery is showing me a decline of 45%, that means it’s time for me to stop as after 40 minutes of rambling and ranting am a bit tired now, and being a lazy person that I am, just by the thought of being tired am finally feeling sleepy. This time it’s a genuine feeling…no yawning no boredom…only falling asleep…so as others fall in love…it’s time for me to re-fall in sleep.

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Bye Bye…to all who managed to read through this and survived to come to this point where you are thinking what it was all about. Well nothing…it was just a rant as I declared earlier…I did declare it…huh…lemme check once…ahh hhhh yes I wrote at the starting…and btw what else would you expect from an insomnia tale…it’s not Arabian Nights tale dude…

Yaaawwwwwwnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn………am going to sleep…you for the time look out for my other post that are less futile that this and they might add some more to your grey matter…Happy reading…

4:00 AM, 11 JUN 2010

After editing the pics and final posting.


One of my friend, who is an assistant director in Sony Entertainment Television send me an article written by him which touched my soul for two reasons. First it is a lesson about communal harmony where the act displays the love and respect for each other irrespective of religion and second the place mentioned is  near my hometown.

The sole purpose of my posting this article here is to show the world and also some selected anti-social goons that whatever they are promoting is not the real story. This is what binds India and Indians to its root. I want this article to serve as an awareness  to those who are misguided and misleaded.

Although the article is about the industry but I focused on the lesson that it teaches subtly.

Jai Hind.

शेराज अहमद, अनारू, जुबैर, इसरार अहमद और ऐसे ही करीब 100 से भी ज्यादा लोग हर सुबह हिंदू धर्म के सबसे पवित्र धागे को अपनी मेहनत से तैयार करते हैं। यह दिलचस्प है कि जो धागा हिंदू धर्म में सबसे पवित्र व अहम माना जाता है उसे मुस्लिम धर्म के 22 घरों के करीब सौ से भी ज्यादा लोग तैयार करते हैं। जी हां हिंदू धर्म में सबसे पवित्र माने जाने वाले कलावा, कलाई नारा या रक्षा सूत्र को पूरे विश्व में एक ही जगह बनाया जाता है। संगम की पावन धरती प्रयाग (इलाहाबाद) से करीब 40 किलोमीटर की दूरी पर लालगोपाल गंज कस्बा पड़ता है और यही पर स्थित दो गांव अल्हादगंज व खंजानपुर में दिन रात कलावे (रक्षा सूत्र) बनाने का काम किया जाता है। नवरात्रि के समय कलावे की मांग बढ़ जाने पर यहां पर दिन रात कलावे व माता की चुनरी बनाने का काम तेजी से होते देखा जा सकता है। अल्हादपुर गांव के नफीस अहमद बताते हैं कि उनके दादा-परदादा इस काम को करते आ रहे हैं। यह काम पुश्तैनी हो चुका है नफीस अपने बच्चों को भी इस काम में लगा चुके हैं। नफीस ने बताया कि करीब 100 साल से यह काम पूरी दुनिया में सिर्फ इन्हीं दो गावों में किया जाता है। मुस्लिमों में रंगरेज बिरदारी ही इस काम को अंजाम दिया करती है। नफीस के यहां कलावे बनाने का काम प्रत्येक सुबह तीन बजे से शुरू हो जाता है। कच्चा माल भिवंडी से आता है जिसे लाछा या नारा कहा जाता है। यह 40 से 45 रुपए प्रति किलो के हिसाब से मिलता है। इसको घर की महिलाएं धागे के रूप में कई लच्छों में बांटतीं हैं। इसके बाद काम होता है रंगाई का। लाल व पीले रंगों को क्रमश: कांगो लाल व खपाची पीला कहा जाता है जिसे कानपुर से मंगाया जाता है। लच्छों को गर्म रंगीन पानी में डालकर सुखाने के लिए रखा जाता है। और फिर तैयार होता है रक्षासूत्र। रोजा रह रहे अफरोज रंगरेज ने बताया कि हर दिन उसे 40 से 60 किलो लच्छे को रंगना होता है। बीस किलो को एक नग या ताव कहा जाता है। एक ताव को तैयार करने के लिए यहां के लोगों को सत्तर रुपए मिलते हैं। प्रतिदिन 100 से ज्यादा लोग रंगाई के इस काम को करते हैं और तैयार करते हैं 20 से 30 कुंतल कलावा। मार्केट में कलावे की सप्लाई 55 से 60 रुपए प्रति किलो के रेट पर की जाती है। 15 रुपए के इस मुनाफे में 22 घर व सैकड़ों लोग अपनी जीविका चलाते हैं। 19 साल के रहमान कहते हैं कि जिसने जितना काम किया होता है उसे उसकी मजदूरी का पैसा तुरंत मिल जाता है। इसी गांव में आदिल सलाम उर्फ दलाल चुनरी बनाने का काम करते हैं। चुनरी के लिए कच्चा माल अहमदाबाद से लाया जाता है जिसमें नमकी कलर का प्रयोग कर विभिन्न डिजाइन देने के बाद चुनरी तैयार की जाती है। छोटी और बड़ी साइज की चुनरी तैयार करने के बाद इनमें इंटरलाकिंग का काम गांव की महिलाएं घरों में करतीं हैं। 100 चुनरी की इंटरलाकिंग 20 से 25 रुपए के रेट पर की जाती है। रेहाना खातून 70 साल की हैं और सुबह घर के काम काज से खाली होकर दिन भर इसी काम में मशगूल हो जातीं हैं। रेहाना ने बताया कि नवरात्रि और मेले में चुनरी की मांग तेज हो जाती है। रेहाना के शौहर का इंतकाल 20 साल पहले हो गया था और तब से वह अपनी दो बेटियों और तीन बेटों की पढ़ाई का खर्चा इसी से निकाल रही हैं। इस धंधे में मंदी का कोई असर पड़ने के बारे में आदिल उर्फ दलाल ने बताया कि पूरी दुनिया में वास्तविक कलावा लालगोपालगंज में ही बनाया जाता है और इसी कारण भारत ही नहीं बल्कि मलेशिया, नेपाल, ब्रिटेन, अमेरिका, लंदन पाकिस्तान जसे देशों में भी इसकी सप्लाई की जाती है। भारत के सभी प्रसिद्ध मंदिरों में कई महीनों पहले से ही आर्डर देकर थोक के भाव कलावे व चुनरी बनवाई जातीं हैं। मैहर, मुंबा देवी, विंध्याचल, वैष्णो देवी, कालका जी, ज्वाला देवी, बालाजी मंदिर, सिद्धीविनायक जसे तमाम बड़े धार्मिक स्थलों के आर्डर महीनों पहले यहां पर आ चुके हैं। आदिल बताते हैं कि वर्तमान में आदमी कम पड़ जाते हैं लेकिन सप्लाई पूरी नहीं हो पाती है। आज के दिन में अल्हादपुर व खंजान पुर के लोगों के पास इतना काम है कि वह 24 घंटे भी काम करें तो भी डिमांड पूरी नहीं की जा सकती है। प्राइवेट कंपनियों के कलाई नारा बनाने के काम में कूदने पर यहां का रंगरेज समुदाय खासा नाखुश है इनका मानना है कि सरकार को इस काम को बढ़ावा देना चाहिए। सरकार की ओर से एक रुपए की भी मदद न मिलने से गांव वाले खासे नाराज हैं। लेकिन काम इतना ज्यादा है कि किसी को गिला तक करने की फुर्सत नहीं हैं। बिजली समय पर आ जाती है तो चुनरी में डिजाइन व प्रेसिंग का काम समय पर हो जाता है वरना रंगाई व धुलाई के लिए कुएं व हैंडपंप के पानी पर ही आश्रित रहना पड़ता है। गांव की दो मस्जिदों के इर्द-गिर्द रहने वाले इन लोगों की दिनचर्या पांचो वक्त नमाज अदा कर इस धागे में रंग घोलने तक सीमित है। इनके बच्चे इन धागों व चुनरियों को सुखाने के लिए खेतों में ले जाया करते हैं। खेतों में फैले रंगीन धागे व चुनरयिां सुबह के वक्त किसी मनोरम दृश्य से कम नहीं होते हैं। 12 साल के सादिक उर्फ सोनू को इन लाल रंग के धागों से खेलना अच्छा लगता है, उसे नहीं पता कि इन धागों की अहमियत क्या है, वह तो बस इतना जानता है कि उसके अब्बू व भाईजान सुबह तीन बजे से ही इन धागों व चुनरियों को रंगने में व्यस्त थे और अब उसकी जिम्मेदारी है कि जब ये सूख जाएं तो करीने से इनको घर ले जाकर अम्मी को देना है। गांव के ही एक मस्जिद के मौलवी अश्फाक अहमद ने नमाज अदा करने के बाद बातचीत में बताया कि यह एकता का जीता जागता प्रमाण ही है कि हिंदू धर्म के सबसे बुनियादी व अनिवार्य वस्तु से मुस्लिम समुदाय का एक हिस्सा अपनी रोजी रोटी चला रहा है। सरकार को इस छोटे लेकिन महत्वपूर्ण व्यवसाय को व्यवस्थित करने के लिए कुछ मदद करनी चाहिए।


Another episode of pakistan ruthlessness happened and we are here filled with all the rage and anger, protesting and yelling against them, against the handcuffed officials, against the eunuch government but the million dollar question is

Is diplomacy the right solution?

I have everything in me against Pakistan as a nation (not necessarily against the citizens). I have grown up seeing this friendship calls between the two countries but it never happened in a true sense. Recently the We have some values and if our government is making effort to preserve this secular and peace loving status, we should support them. What if it takes some lives. India is a land of martyrs and one addition will not make other martyr’s space being eaten up. Who would mind? huh…the common man. Let them mind. What else can they do? I am so enraged about this because incidentally I was in Delhi near Sansad Bhavan when this protest against the Pakistan was going on. A little traffic jam was all that it was worth for. Police holding them up in a little space and our brothers were yelling just like chickens in the farm who saw one chicken being slaughtered and the rest is left to one’s own imagination to understand. For how long we’ll do bilateral talks and peace efforts? Is it even worth a penny? They keep on infiltrating and stabbing and doing all the stuffs that we don’t expect them to do. What is wrong with us? I’m trying hard not to mention the name of kasab, but it pains me to know that he is still alive.

I feel we should freeze the efforts being done on our part. Don’t show them this open arm and loving heart thing. I’m not asking the government to turn hostile towards them. But its time to turn stiff towards them. And when I say stiff, i mean it. Just for once retaliate. Do hell with this goody-goody image. Lash them hard and good. Turn a little barbaric and teach them a lesson for good. It’s not that we will do it for the first time. We had some great indian extremist against the british raj (Extremist only because it was british raj) but now we’ll have to do it for a free country, our country.

(Though this event is not directly related to us, but the implications are synonymous to ours. So I felt I should address this issue with only one motive – Do we really need to be friends with Pakistan? Maybe the people are good there too, maybe they too want peace, may be the government also is sincere {LOL}… but it’s just not happening. Why to hang on it? Just leave it. No need to be friends.)