Tuesday, August 10, 2010

The Lady Lost

The lady who once stole my heart in my youth is simply missing from my heart. I realised afterwards that she never loved me truly. In a rainy day while we were compelled to be confined in a bungalow on the bank of a river, she sang, "Lag Ja Gale, firse....hansi raat ho na ho....sayad iss janam se mulakat ho na ho". I appreciated her emotion and tune and loved the song she sang. But never thought back her real intention was suppressed in it. So stupid was I! 

I dreamt of my unborn son and named it Abhiroop. But she killed my dream for ever. I still repent for my unholy association with such a person in my life. I simply wasted my time and energy which will never come back. I was in a trap of hypocrisy. Everybody, particularly the younger generation should not be swayed only in emotion in loving girl. I don't want other should be stamped like me. So, be careful of cheat and impostor in love.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

The Bankruptcy

The Indian government has budgeted to borrow 4.57 lakh crore rupees to meet the annual expenditure at rupees 11.87 lakh crore. The expenditure includes interest payment on earlier loan. The interest payment on this year's new loan will be an additional burden to the government. It is a matter of grave concern if any government's earning is able to meet only half of its budgeted expenditure. Despite the financial crisis the country is facing, the government hopes to reduce the fiscal deficit to 5.5. per cent of GDP from the current year's 6.9 per cent. The hopes come out of an estimate of disinvestment proceeds of Rs. 400 billion and estimate of Rs. 350 billion from 3G wireless radio spectrum auction. The government deficit is expected to be reduced mainly on the back of 'strong economic growth'. There must be an Aladdin who will bell out the country very soon. Please believe in our government as you believe in your wife.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

The Friendship

Sant Kabir the sufi sage of India wrote Doha to enlighten human beings. My friend Kabir has sent a message, "Dosti ho to Shree Krishna aur Sudaama jaisi ho. Bane chahe dushman zamana hamara, salaamat rahe dostana hamara. Wish u a happy friendship day..." Well! there may not be any touch of classic poetry in the lines of the stupid, the dearest friend of mine on the earth. But whatever he typed in the message has filled my heart. I'm indebted to the Almighty that I'm blessed with a friend like him.   

Friday, July 23, 2010

Mortgaging Conscience

I was, no my home was mortgaged to the moneylender. I had to wait for 20 years to release it from the lender after repaying money with interest. I feel my home, no myself is now free and the home where we breath together now fully belongs to us. We are happy that we shall no more live in fear. I can claim now there is my home situated on the earth and on a land called India, my country.

Yet I'm indebted to my country, the mother India has gifted my life and living. I will never be able to repay the debt. But am I really grateful to my mother? My mother is mortgaged to International Monetary Fund, World Bank and their mentors in Wall Street and their stooges in Mumbai and Delhi. Am I at all concerned and active in releasing my mother from the foreign moneylenders? Every Indian lives in his or her homeland with a foreign debt of  Rs.10,000/-, if not more. The internal and foreign debt is getting manifold increase in billions or trillions of dollars every year, the money perhaps will not be repaid in the near future. The debt burden has reached to an alarming proportion that has paved the way for lords and ladies of imperialism to cause frequent visits to our land to guide our managers to act in accordance with the desires of their masters. The Indian God smiles!

My personal home may now be free from mortgage but the conscience of my country is mortgaged. Only God can make all of us free.
      

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

The July

"Every negative event contains within it the seed of an equal and greater benefit"
                                                                                             - Nepolion Hill

"The whole of life is but a moment of time. It is our duty, therefore to use it,
 not to misuse it"                                                                     - Plutarch

"Love cures people- both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it"
                                                                                             - Dr Karl Menninger

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Mrs. Hafiz

Mrs Rina Hafiz turns 73 years. She's crafted an unique image in her first ever book of short stories. Even I was tempted to write on her piece Donkey, Dog and Honeybee in this blog titled The Booked Darling. She in her own depiction told us stories of life beginning with a widow to a new born baby. In her vision she predicted life within unborn, creatures in destruction, love in hate and so on. Whatever, she has done it!

It is obvious Rina, a little known personality, after fulfilling her family commitments published a story book. The book she has written may not reach to many readers. Yet the flavour she left in her pages would surely invite readers to get closed to her creations. The land of Sudan may create Islamist terrorists, it can produce good writers too. 

You are beautiful, Rina. My love goes for your creation. Please carry forward to present us with more such stories. I smelt flavour of poetry in your stories. Are you a Poet?  Thank you Rina, once again.

Friday, July 16, 2010

She's done it!

I'm very happy to know that an ordinary house wife has turned to be a writer of late. In a world where women are still marginalised and undermined, a lady has risen its head to say something to our society. You are welcome in the queue of the male dominated world of literature. You are unknown by name to the readers now;  may be one day you will be recalled by your good name with your work. Every writer has to find its own place with utmost patience and non stop work based on huge research. Hence, the name of a little known writer is not worth mentioning.  

In my archive, the good novels sleep with many worthless lots. Yet I do not consider to throw those to the 'dustbin'. I rather inspire those mini writers to go ahead with a great conviction. So, lets live with old and new, good and bad, man and woman; lets test everything in a world of diversity.