Uniqueness And Illness

There is one more month after which I am going to enter in professional world. I don’t know how it would be but some of my friends who have joined their respective companies are saying only one thing that “the best days (College days) are over”. Well, it is little bit scary for me when I imagine a routine life, going to office at 8:00 a.m. and returning at 6:00 p.m. without any bunk. And certainly these days would never match with wonderful experiences of college days. The good thing in professional word is salary, a feeling of economical independency...But well, it also somehow comes into a form of responsibility and accountability. My friends say that in college days they have time but short of money and now they have money but short of time. And for all things which we say in general joy, pleasure and happiness... one needs time and money in definite proportions. Along with money and time, one of the most things we require is congenial friends. Without them, our joy and happiness would have no soul...And somehow I feel that is the one thing we could find in our college very easily... However in professional world, friends who match with your taste are more likely to be got in a job which genuinely interests us. And I feel to get such things it is better to put money at stake... The person who is able to derive joy in his professional work is the man of utmost bliss... There are two things he is getting there...First, he is doing an interesting work and second, he is amongst the people who match his taste... 

In India, what I feel, we are not blessed to make our own choices. Most of us are told by the society and it decides our profession and in turn, our future. The choice of profession is prioritized by the salary we would get in that profession. A child doesn’t know what a professor is; what a scientist does; what a manager needs. So only thing which standardizes or ranks is the “money”, we would get in that profession...So a general choice becomes our choice...But in reality, everyone has different interest. Interests cannot be generalized. And hence, when we enter into a world, we feel boredom and dissatisfaction in our job... Blessed are those who find a way to express their interest in form of hobbies which act like elixir for their wrenched soul... 

In most cases, “Different” is termed as “Insanity”. If anyone is different, the contemporary people would feel him either a lunatic or dumb. Even his family, his parents would constantly try to shape him according to commonness of society...Now two things can happen...If the person continued his work, neglecting the public opinion, eventually he would become a “Licensed lunatic” (from a lunatic). In the 2^nd case, he would become a timid person that would be reflected from his introverted and ill-humoured nature. It’s not new...It has been continuing for centuries...I think you can figure out why “Galileo” and “Kepler”  were called the most dangerous people... The words ‘different’ and ‘common’ are also relative words. One who is different in one sect might be common for other sect. In reality, differences mirror people to see what they lack; what they have not, they get afraid of...So they try to omit it, if they can’t, eventually satisfy themselves by making it a synonym of insanity...

I feel whatever profession we would get; how much power we would be bestowed upon; how much money we would have...if we have not found where our interest lies...if we have not found congenial friends...At the final reckoning, we would realize that we have only passed, not enjoyed your life...But going for our interest is not easy job in current scenario..We would have to endure the humiliation of being called “insane”, “non-pragmatic” and "looser". One needs courage...but unfortunately most of us could not... For some people, facing society is more traumatic than facing death...We distort our natural shape according to public opinion... There is only one cure of all this...People need to increase the toleration ability towards public opinion...and when there would be sufficient number of people who accept differences as uniqueness, not as illness, then I feel there would be revolutionary change in the outlook of society...

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A Story of An Old Man

No one knew from where he came and how he was surviving. His big-whitish beard, scattered hair, worn out clothes and his erratic behaviour soon confirmed that he was mentally ill. Outside of colony, people often saw him brushing the ground with the small and thin twig of same tree which had become his permanent shelter. He had an old bag too. No one ever had an idea what was inside it. Someone had given him a bottle and aluminium Tiffin that he put just in front of him and frequently the red monkeys and dogs robbed his food, leaving him hungry and thirsty. Often he talks to himself and it went for longer...Sometimes it turned into cry and sometimes he laughed vehemently. It was hard to predict to see his face what he was going to do...was he about to laugh or about to cry? People passed all day. He never looked at them nor did the people look at him. In the night, the women, who were happy for some personal reason or who wanted to show her sympathetic behaviour to her neighbour or who just inspired by watching “Sanskar Channel” gave him food and water... Since colony was big and most of women were competitively religious...he rarely slept hungry...


It was a very hot day...In the scorching heat, under the tree he was laying as he was counting the number of leaves on the tree. He was not talking as he used to do often. In between the spaces of leaves, rays of sun were appearing like a spear, ready to penetrate the body coming in its way. Insensitive to everything, he, like a dried log, was gazing upwards as he was a broken branch of tree.

It was two in the afternoon. With a dried reed...he was writing something...People were passing but as usual they were ignoring him. But it was something different today...His hands were moving fast...as fast as he had to answer the final question of his life in a very short time. His body was trembling like a just switched off generator. Even in the noise of surroundings...the sound of his breathing, rustling so heavily could be heard... But people were busy and women were in their A.C. Rooms...watching their favourite T.V.Channel...

Now it was five in the evening. Children were playing Cricket. Ravi hit the ball towards the tree. Rishu went ahead to catch the ball. He saw the old man...laying like a lifeless body; grabbing a thin twig with his half closed palms. As he moved forward...He saw something carved on the ground...he tried to read it...

W...A...T...E...R

He pronounced wwaatteerrr. As soon as the meaning of word overrode the sound, he ran towards his home, puzzling his friends who were waiting for the ball to start the game. He went, took a bottle from his fridge...in a second he reached the old man...He tried to shake his body...His body gave a little response...His drowsy eyes opened a bit...His dried lips curved a bit...The boy opened the bottle and poured some droplets of water to his parched and desiccated lips but it did not went inside...It just floated outside. Meanwhile all children rounded him...flabbergasted to see something that they were unknown till now...the TRUTH of life...the END of life...

Soon people gathered around him. It was first time when in his dead body, people noticed that once he was alive...

A dried branch fell on the ground...replacing another one... Only difference was that former would soon be taken...perhaps children would use it to make their new cricket bat...

A Miracle; A Short Story

Some distant sounds; blurring images; fishy smell; sultry and humid air, this was all she could feel. She didn’t know where she was and why she was. After a dizzying and aching period she could feel the touch of water which was irritating to the core, her body looking like a log, put into salty water for a long-time layering against sands and cobblestones.

“Are you Ok... How are you feeling?  “, In between she heard an organic male voice that was so soothing but full of apprehension...she turned her eyes, sensing the direction of sound....

Her eyes remained opened for a moment. He was handsome, must be of her age or might be 2 years younger or older...she felt she had died and he was an angel, going to welcome in heaven...”Oh! Great...Heaven do exist”, she murmured.

“Who are you?” she saw concern and anger on his face as he asked...she realized that she was not in heaven...she was here...alive; fully functioning; could hear; could smell; could see. She looked around. She saw herself on the shore of a river in a desolate and deserted place. As she was becoming conscious, as she was realizing what wrong had happened with her. And suddenly, pulling his hand away from her, she cried hysterically in anger and desperation.

“Why did you do that? You don’t know what have you done?”

“I have saved your life!”

“Saved my life, you have ruined my death.”

“Death! Are you going to commit suicide?”

“No, I was going to get permanent cure of my disease.”

“What disease...Are you suffering? “

“Yes! I am suffering...And death is its only cure...You know, you ruined everything.”

“Don’t puzzle me...Tell me.”

“Am I puzzling you? You have made my life a puzzle.”

She was realizing she was becoming too harsh on him. She felt humiliation in his eyes.

“Ok! Sorry I am being harsh on you.” She cried as she was going to weep.

“Yes! I was going to do suicide. But you know, why? ...Because he dumped me; left me. He had been with me for 2 years and I never thought how filthy he could be...I left my family; my parents; my brother for only being with him and he... was being lovey-dovey with another girl and when I asked...he had a simple answer...we are over!. How simply he answered.” She cried and cried.

“Are you not feeling weird what I am doing here, in this abandoned land?”

Sometimes questions have answers too. She was flabbergasted.

He continued, “When you see someone dying, you realize what it means to be alive and that is what I have learned from your life when you were dying. We cannot choose our life and so we have no right to choose our death.”

He sat down beside her. “Don’t worry...God does not want to make us die...that’s why we met.”

She felt tenderness and affection in his words.

 “Your life is not so cheap that you would lose for any uncouth and dishonest one.” Do you not believe in miracles? You should do. Life is a miracle and when someone snatches one’s life from the abode of death is another miracle. And this is a miracle for both of us. “

He touched her cold hand, she felt the warmth, and it was the warmth of life. When souls meet, eyes begin to speak. A mystical force pulled them close. He wiped away her tears. They embraced, but it was not physical. It was merger of two souls who had found the meaning of life and were dancing to get the rhythm of each other in the music of existence.

P.S. Dear Friends! My blog has been nominated for Indiblogger of the Month in the category of Original Poetry.To Vote click here . You can vote 5 bloggers. I would be grateful if I would be one person to whom you vote...Thanks a lot to Bharathi for reminding me for my nomination... 

Stirring Of Soul

Even Gold becomes pure when it is fired and hammered. Our apocryphal stories are woven with the concept of “Manthan”. It is to be understood as they are indicative of a greater truth that one has to endure pain and suffering to realize his true and pure nature. There is “Manthan” in real life too. And that is “Stirring of Soul”, an emotional churning. It reveals the truth that was hidden in the darkness of ignorance and provides the strength that you would have never felt. “Stirring of soul” defines and decides yours mettle.

In our life time, almost everyone has to go through pain and sufferings(I am talking particularly emotional one) . Some of them can not able to cope with it and despite facing they bend themselves on their knees, hiding their faces with their palms. And some accept it, face it without calculating if they would defeat or would be defeated. In a long run, former types prove to be so vulnerable that a slight storm of distress destroys their whole being. And later types are shaped and enforced by such strength that even a tornado of disaster couldn’t tremble their being.

According to Darwin, Struggle of life generates changes in the species so that they could survive. This change is so effective and impacting that steers the changes in Generation through Genetic modification. In life, in which we often witness emotional conflicts and struggle for survival...we have a plenty opportunities to develop the strength of resistance. Just we need to face it. Accept it and we would get the changes to endure any further sufferings.

Personally, I have also passed through “Stirring of Soul” in the 22 years of my life. Though they were endurable however I feel when I retrospect that it was the turning point of my life that made me to reach where I am standing. Just I was reading Autobiography of Mahatma Gandhi...It was amazing to find how little weakness and disabilities shaped him to be “Mahatma” from a mediocre school boy. A man, who could not speak a written letter in public, led the greatest historical revolution of world. Gandhi Ji is not only one...the great philosopher, the great musician and the great scientist all prove how important “stirring of soul” is.

Every gloomy situation in life has a bright side too. We need to find it... like in the book “Alchemist”...We need to receive the signal that existence sends...I feel these pain and suffering are the signal and if they are received aptly and perfectly in complete awareness...It would lead us for greater good...

Life is not a utopia nor can everyone be detached. And so we are destined to endure pain and sufferings. When Buddha says “World is full of miseries. And desire is its reason.” It is true; but can we ever become without desires? I think Most of us cannot be. I feel Tolstoy quote more rational when he says “Pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy.” So Miseries are bound to happen and only way to save from these miseries is to accept sufferings with open arms so that it can lead you to resistivity otherwise distortions are another possibility.

Well, I don’t know to what extent I am correct however even a faith or thought that these sufferings would make me more resistive and perfect, provides me a courage to endure suffering with patience. And for an agnostic like me this "faith" is congruent to the “God” of theist.

Regarding Post I would say... it is just my mood, not an intellectual expression. 

Begging Future

Scientists believe that after a certain period especially childhood, our mind does not develop; it just gathers knowledge, makes it experiences and learns new things. Freud, the father of psychology claims that till that age, the way our mind gets shaped; it lasts for our whole life and defines our behaviour and character. So, the important point which I want to draw is that childhood is the most crucial period which decides and defines our future.

To grow a child, is an art, the most beautiful living art of existence. But unfortunately, everyone doesn’t want to reveal his art as they have never felt the joy of this art Or maybe they would have work more prior to this. So their creation is not perfect. A child needs care, love, humbleness, spontaneity; which most of people would be mistaken by fulfilment of economic needs. Well, a good school can substitute the role of parents to an extent but not completely.

In case of India where good schools and perfect parents are a distant fantasy for most of people, it is imperative to find a way to save them from their earlier exploitation and traumatic sufferings. It is not only sexual exploitation that is needed to be considered; there are many other types like emotional and physical exploitation that is needed to be prevented for a better future of our society and in turn, our country. I earnestly feel whenever one sees a child with begging bowl in his/her hand; their parents are guilty and should be punished. A child should not be by-product of one’s lustful passion but it should be only when one feels that one is capable of taking such responsibility. If stealing and robbery are termed as crime why parents would not be convicted if they are not capable to fulfil their duty towards their children? 

Every time I pass through a temple, I see beggars, begging outside the temple. I really never figure out if we should give them some money or not as our small contribution can light up a smile on their face. And what could be greater than to make someone smile? However I feel if we start giving money to all of them it would not be far away when whole India would be outside the temples. I don’t know Begging is criminalized act or not but feel it should be as it flows generation by generation. Their children are forced to beg and get habituated (addicted). Government should take responsibility to find out the beggars, who are genuinely unable to cope with its domestic needs. It must be figured out and capable one should be discouraged to beg. 

One of the best ways to take part in growth of country is helping the children. Helping children is strengthening the base of country that would make India to sustain further developments. There are so many ways to help them. One could choose the way according to one’s convenience. But there is no substitute of helping others at individual level as it is direct and quick. At every place, we can find the children who need help and taking responsibility of one could change their future. Your little help could have such major impact on one’s life is itself so satisfying and creative. It is like a seed we plant in soil and when it grows bigger, we feel a spiritual connectivity to its grandeur and beauty.

I would not say that your help should be religious as it said that you should help feeling that you are so blessed to get such opportunity. We can derive practical happiness by helping children. It’s Ok even it would give you pleasure by satisfying your Ego. Let it derive pleasure in this way...Eventually we need to find a way to help them. Prize, awards and appreciation might be a practical way to make practical people to help children.

I feel, by little awareness, one can feel how creative and satisfying this work could be. I read this quote “when life's problems seem overwhelming, it helps to look around and see what other people are coping with. You may consider yourself far more blessed than you imagined”. Every time you would look the child you would realize how fortunate you are. It would remind you to feel the gratefulness towards life. Might be, in this way you would forget little things which were making you upset. In this work, I feel that Government is not as effective as an individual can be. So, every citizen of India who feels he/she is capable can contribute to revolutionize India’s future. 


I wrote this poem while I was in 2nd year of my college...Hope! you would like it....

Have you ever seen the crying eyes

A speechless mouth of moaning size

A body hided by torn cloths

And legs that tremble to advance

Her watery eyes are searching someone

Her mute prayer is trying to awake everyone

Her thin hands are not able to lift the bowl

which she holds and trying it not to fall

Her eyes are moving more than her legs

Her heart speaks more than her mouth when she begs

She does not know why and how she is here

Why she is crying, while others cheer

We are moving, ignoring that she laments

At every temple, every corner, at every moment

Regarding post, I have to say..In truth, we talk to ourselves but sometimes we talk loud enough that others may hear us.

My 100th Post

                And Finally I have made a century. This is my 100^th post.Thanks a ton to all my fellow bloggers for their kind support and overwhelming encouragement. 
       

TECHNICOLORS

I don’t know, why?

I don’t know, how?

But I feel life as a wheel

Moving round and round

Science is in search

To find its "moment of Inertia"

Philosophy is in the investigation

To know the cause of its rotation

We inherit attributes, qualities

They are the lubricants

That make our life so smooth, so efficient

Somehow I feel,

Love is the centripetal force,

That makes you to be on the wheel.

Gratitude is mass

Desire is radius

Speed, you need to find

To be stable on the wheel

So my friend! Tight your belts

To find your unique position

On your unique ever-moving wheel

*If life is a wheel, then Love is the centripetal force that makes you to be on the wheel.


Thanks a lot to Rachana for giving this wonderful title to my poem. :)

Love Conqures All; A Short Story

Heaviness of clouds, stillness of air and frequent roaring of clouds were assuring a heavy rain. On the muddy slippery greenish road, they were running with a fishing rod in their hands. Soon, they were on the bank of river. After searching a perfect place, they put their fishing rods in between the elegies and JalKumbhi, they were incessantly watching the small wooden stick above the water that was sporadically vibrating in the presence of their hunt (fish).

Whole day passed. The two, Prakash and Gita, had caught enough fishes and now they were about to depart. Prakash was Sixteen years old and Gita was two years younger to him. They studied in same school, and despite having difference in their age, they were in same school which was often a subject of pride for Gita that irritated Prakash too much. But, No doubt, they were close friends. Their friendship was as old as they were. At one moment they fought and the next moment they were friends. “Sorry” and “Thank you” were not in the dictionary of their friendship. There was spontaneity, an innocence that brought them always together.

They were in the age in which people begin to see such relationships with their constricted-crassness spectacles in the shadow of pseudo morality. As Prakash and Gita were not of same caste, it was also a grave concern for so called moralist. Soon, their parents were familiarized with this issue which was a hidden threat to both families.

They did not realize when their closeness was dragged apart. Soon they were in different school. Often Prakash saw Gita with her sad eyes in midst to his cousins and siblings in her way to school that made him restless but as he was aware to the consequences he never dared. They did not talk yet both were missing each other. They were missing their togetherness. They were missing the thrill, the joy they used to felt while hunting the fish with their fishing rods. They were apart but their memories were instilled in a way that they could never forget each other.

Time passed. Now Prakash had done Diploma in Electrical, and was now working in private company in Delhi. He was now 22 years old. But still his memories were as fresh as he was just 14 years old, wandering with Gita in rainy days on muddy pavements. Praksah had left the village since he was eighteen and today after getting his job, he was going to his village. His eyes were impatient to see the glimpse of his childhood in the greenery of fields, in the fragrance of its air, in the touch of his 18 years old life. The three years of distance had washed up all the old attitudes of people towards Prakash. Now, he was no longer “Prakash” of the past who was once summoned and challenged for his immoral behaviour.

Soon, the village, the river, the air, the rainy season caught Prakash in his old memories that brought a storm. A storm that could even shook 22 years old man. Whole night, he was not able to sleep. And in the early morning, he decided to meet Gita, disregarding all the consequences.

With the help of his old friends Prakash arranged a meeting with Gita in the evening.

For the next five minutes, neither of two spoke. The silence was broken down by Prakash as he said...

“You are getting married, are not you?”

Hiding her dismay she replied averting her eyes...

“Yes! I am....and what about you” 

“What about me? Are you asking if I am married or not?”

She whispered,” yes! “

“Ok! I am not...I am not going to be in future too...”

There was a conviction and desperation in the voice of Prakash.

They continued their discussion which often turned to sobbing and crying. Finally, they moved to their respective home with unknown feelings and hidden motives.

After 10 Years

It is a sunny morning. A middle age man and woman are enjoying the morning tea in the peaceful ambiance, glistened by red sunlight and scented by the fragrance of refreshing –cool-cozy morning air. T.V. is broadcasting news which is saying about the news of a boy and girl who have ran away from their home despite of different religion and have got married. A riot has broken off. Some people are saying it unfortunate; some are saying Immoral; some are saying it is a religious conspiracy...
But soon it takes the two ten years before when he had hold his hand and still she is feeling its warmth in her life. This was the warmth of their love which made them to face insurmountable difficulties after they ran away from their home. Pearly drops trickles through their eyes. The man puts her hand on her, presses her hand slightly. She feels sweetness, a comfort, an overwhelming shivering in her body. Let people say it good or bad but they know it was the best decision of their life. “Love conquers all”.

Romanticism; My Thoughts

Some days ago, I had a conversation with my friend when I was asked,” What do you feel; are you Romantic?” To be honest, I did not exactly know if I was romantic or not but for the sake of continuation, I said, “I hope so.”  After the conversation was over, I introspected to find out the exact answer. So this post is the rambling of my mind over the subject ‘Romanticism’.

If the meaning of “Are you romantic”... is... “Are you emotional”... or... “Can you fall in love”, and then Word “Romantic “seems too redundant, doesn’t it?  If not, then it would be something that can be put into definite region of Intuition, sensitivity, love and poetry.  Romanticism has been a prime motivation for poets, authors and painters to squeeze out wonderful artistic expression. Historically, the word ‘Romanticism’ originated in the late 18^th century which emphasises more on intuition, imagination and  individual’s expression of emotion, a departure from the attitude of rationality and logic. So, Romanticism is acceptance of fact that you accept that something is beyond logic and reason that can be realized only by intuition and imagination. And I feel that it is true also. One cannot find the logical explanation why moon looks so beautiful and so enthralling or why red roses are quintessence of love. They are unexplainable still realizable.

 This is a very general view of Romanticism. In particular, if we talk about the Romanticism Like the character of SRK in his movies where romanticism is confined to a boy and girl in their teenage or before marriage, then I would not say that it is not Romanticism. It is... but in most of the cases, it is narrow passage of your natural instincts, coming into raw expression of the mixture of love and infatuation.

There is something mysterious, something unknown and vague which mesmerizes us, captivates us and we are stimulated to sense the ecstasy and joy while watching our favourite romantic movies or observing the beauty of moon in its full form with complete awareness. The ecstasy and joy of painter and lover are same; they both derive their joy through imagination, so way is same too. So in a way, this romanticism of lover is no way inferior to a beautiful painting, a captivating poetry or a wonderful sculpture. But painter and poets have a definite visual expression of their ecstasy and joy; they are feeling, in form of their paintings and poetry. And in this regard, they make an extra point as two lovers cannot embody a definite visual expression; it is almost spiritual or soulful. However, one can consider romantic ‘movies’, a visual expression of romanticism of lover to some extent.

 If the question whether romanticism is state or is always involved with someone is considered, I would say that of course...It is our nature...but it is always directed to someone. This ‘Someone’ may be known or unknown. When it is directed to one’s lover, it is known. But when a poet writes poetry in the kaleidoscopic mountains, watching spectacular lake under the embellished sky... it is unknown.

So I feel that It would be better to ask someone if you are more intuitive or more logical than to ask “You are romantic or not.” If you are intuitive then you might be more romantic according to the definition.  Scientifically right brain is responsible for intuition while left part is for logic and rationality. In between, if you want to know which part of your brain is more active...Check it at TestQ.com. If your right brain is more active, you might be more romantic person.

It is imperative to notice how the most artistic people were romantic one while the most scientific and philosophical personalities were not so romantic. Analysis and thinking are stumbling stone to Romanticism. If one sees a flower, and starts analysing its chemical combination, eventually he could not feel the beauty. People with Virgo sun sign are assumed less romantic. Might be this is because they have powerful analytical ability.

After all these thoughts, now I can confidently put me into the category of mild romantic person. And if you feel ...life is more than numbers and logic; if you can place intuition and emotion before reason; if you feel that there are certain crucial areas which must be felt, are beyond any explanation...then  you are romantic too.

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The Indian Dream

Unfortunately I missed the opportunity to participate in BLOG-A-TON. However I have written this post as my regular post. Hope! you would like it... :)  

Indian Dream! Let me tell you I am not talking about the dream that we see with closed eyes, sleeping in bed under the warm blanket in the icy-cold nights, I am talking about the dream we see with open eyes, wiping the sweating over the head, running on the long road of success, hoping the best and guiding ourselves with honesty and ethics.

Even to dream, one must be able. So first I dream to make India so capable that people could dream. Would any one expect from a child without giving him proper knowledge of engineering or medical to dream for being an engineer or doctor. Obviously not... when every Indian would realize, would find what his dream is... I earnestly feel Indian dream would not be far away to realize. Now, what are the obstacles that need to be removed?

First is religion. India is so diverse in religious beliefs. It is good, if we see it as a garland of different flowers. But we just pretend it to see...In reality we see this diversity as an inequality. So much biasing and belief in its supremacy have created a chaos, a religious fanaticism in people. Unfortunately people call it faith and treat themselves as a saviour of Dharma. They have totally misinterpreted its meaning. And our so called Sant, Mahatma are adding fuel to fire. People like Pramod muttalik, organisation like Bajrang Dal and Simi have blinded the people and are not letting them to understand where the true meaning of religion lies.

Second is Inequality. There is difference between ‘Inequality’ and ‘difference’.  One cannot omit differences but still one can reduce inequality. The job of farmer and engineer are different but we have made it unequal too. We can omit inequality. It is in our hand. We have to make people realize that even a work of sweeper is as quite significant as an engineer. This would give the sense of respect towards his work. 

If one visits India, one can find the reflection of richest as well as the poorest country of the world. One can see skyscrapers and slum both in one Mumbai. There is a difference of sky and earth in the economic condition of the people of India and somehow I feel that it plays a significant role in breeding corruption and chaos in the country.

Third is casticism and regionalism. These are the things which are breaking India internally and trying to ruin its sovereignty. People like ‘Raj Thackeray’ are still exaggerating the situation to the worse.  Some unscrupulous politicians are trying to create wall between the people to meet their filthy greed.  Casticism is curse for the people but a blessing in disguise for politician. They are misusing it to whole to satisfy their dirty political ambition. How could casticism end when governments are made by the exploitation of casticism? Reservation is too exaggerating the situation. I remember, till the date when 27% of reservation was implemented in higher institution, we did not feel the difference in caste but after this, it forced to see the grimy glimpse of casticism. To the study, I feel that it is sustainable but reservation in the jobs (medical and research) seems totally preposterous and politically-driven.

We, Indian, sometimes are so attached with the glory of past that we don’t feel to glorify our country in future. In movie ‘Swadesh’, I really liked when SRK said, “India is not the best Country, but it can be the best.” So people need to look forward, keeping behind old histories and mythologies and should dream for future. Still there are people who believe India as the best country at least morally and culturally but they don’t realize, society which does not change, begins to stagnate.

 I earnestly believe that if the diversity of climate in India is properly utilized along with scientific techniques in agriculture, India would be really crowned as “AnnaDaata”. Just compare the agriculture status of India and America; just compare the quality of cows in India and America We would realize India has just quantity not quality. But as an optimist, I belief one day we would convert this quantity into quality and from that day we would supply food and milk to the whole world.  

 I don’t know it was joke or reality when one of my friend said, “Do you think Windows Xp was written in India? No... It was not the operating system but the ‘help’ files were written in India." This shows a very dark side of software growth for which we are so pompous. Just take anything from mobile to computer; you would realize how mediocre we are.  Whatever work we are doing(in India) is more of quantity not quality.

In terms of Defence technology we are one generation behind to China. We are still not able to develop indigenous products.  We are dependent on Russia and Israel. There is ratio of 30:70 in developing any technology. I dream to make it 100:0 or at least reverse the ratio in coming future. I think that Defence is such thing in which self sufficiency is very much required to secure itself in the current situation when India is surrounded by two potent enemies China and Pakistan.

There are many other areas like Art, Literature, sport and movies where we need to focus as these are the things which truly demonstrate our intellect, quality, passion, culture, tradition and reason. We are doing well but we have to do the best. We have to win Gold medals in Olympics; we have to win Oscar; we have to win Noble Prize.  

Believing is achieving. We have to believe that it would happen. And the day when everyone would start dreaming with open eyes in the light of hope and honesty, it would not be far away that India would be the most prosperous and the most peaceful country in the world.

Cheers!!