AN INDIAN REPLYING PAKISTAN

Have you ever seen a kid disturbing and provoking continuously a man who is doing some worthy work? The man keeps on ignoring the kid as much as he can. Then he even warns the kid not to disturb him. But the kid is kid; he needs to get slapped to calm down….

Isn’t Pakistan seems like the same kid; a wicked, ill-disciplined and perversely deviated kid?

According to the last Flag meeting on 24^th august, it was decided by both sides to maintain peace along the border but they started shelling after 35 days again.

The Indian retaliation for which Pakistan is crying so much today is just an answer to their recent continuous cease fire violations. It started on 1^st October when Pakistan Army targeted Indian Army Border outpost under Mandi sub-division. Then on 3rd October they again fired on BoP in Mandi, 3^rd and 4^th October nights witnessed Pak Rangers escalating firing and this continued.

Pakistan should understand that it’s not UPA government anymore who after every cease fire violations will exchange few words. Recent government has untied the hands of Indian Army and asked them to retaliate with full force. The saying in Hindi rightly goes for Pakistan- “Bakri ki maa kab tak kher manaegi”

SOME REPLIES TO PAK TWEETS

#cowardModi trended in Twitter as users in Pakistan accused India of violating ceasefire on Eid.

-        Isn’t it our Eid too that you destroyed? You are firing and killing the same civilians on borders whom you claim to be yours. Is it the way you treat your own people (though you say they are yours, they are ours completely). The fact is that you can never be anyone’s.

If you are so much worried of your Eid then you should have thought of our Dussehra.

Now that you have disturbed us, we will celebrate Diwali with you.

In 2011 it was 62, 114 in 2012, it grew abruptly to 347 in 2013 and till October this year you have done cease fire violations almost 334 times along the Indo-Pak border which includes International border and LOC.

Have you ever realized how many Indian families you have deprived from celebrating Eid, Diwali and Christmas? Have you ever realized how many families were destroyed when the beheaded bodies of their sons reach them? They can never celebrate a festival anymore...

#shame on IndianArmy also trended in Twitter. Let me clear you one thing that Indian Army is something which we are always proud of and will always respect. I don’t want to elaborate why, because every Indian knows the reason. And believe me, now that their hands have been untied, they will make you respect them too.

#Bilawal Bhutto twitted that India seems to Adopt Israel model Vs Pakistan and Modi must realize that they can retaliate unlike victims from Gujarat.  Earlier he had twitted that every inch of Kashmir belongs to Pakistan and he will take it all.

-Bilawal Bache, why is every time you have a dirty eye on someone else’s property, first Heena Rabbani and now Kashmir?  Do things that suit you. Go have party, have some fun, linger around white ladies or else have affair with a married woman. But kindly don’t open your mouth and talk as if you are an intellectual.

 And don’t brag every time that Kashmir is yours and you will take it away or else if we get crazy someday, believe me we will bring back even that piece of land which you call Pakistan today.

We nurture our kids with stories from our holy books and classics but it seems you are nurtured with hate speeches against India from your mother’s womb itself. In India when a baby is born it makes the first sound of “kuannn(crying)” but I guess you are born uttering “kashmirrr”. And if it is so, I feel sad to say that you will die uttering the same word but your wish will never be fulfilled.

Is this the only issue, the political leaders of your country raises and seek votes claiming to fulfill it during their tenure? See, that is why we have reached Mars and you are still planning to get inside Kashmir. 

And you are accusing our PM? Bache (kid) the number of people that gathers to listen to his speech perhaps outnumbers the population of your country and believe me almost a ten times the number of people those who laugh at your silly statements gathers in his public meetings.   

Bilawal bache if you don’t know anything about the current condition of your country let me tell you. Just keep your ears open and don’t eye on the woman sitting beside you (she is married). Keep your fantasies and libido veiled for a while-

“Your Pakistan is in internal turmoil, wants to deflect its citizen’s attention from internal problems to Kashmir issues and Problems with India. The cricketer is bowling bouncers to Nawaz, the court has filed a case against Nawaz, your very own Canada based preacher is out to reclaim a new country (I guess in moon), and your Army is feeling the crunch and needs power that it held earlier. Mushrraf is in home arrest condition after being proved to be a murderer of thousands.”

Let me dedicate a poem to you all from all Indians, hope you like it-

“Aap roj patakhen chalayen

Koi baat nahi,

Humne ek din kya Diwali manayi,

To kasoorwaar there…”

“Aap salon bhar lason ke  dher lagao,

Koi baat nahi,

Humne ek nishana kya sadha ,

To Katil there…”

“Aap ne uzaad dali humari sari tyoharen,

Koi baat nahi,

Humne is Eid pe mithayi kya nahi khilayi,

To makaar there…”

“Aap ne sekdon baar hath milake waar kiya,

Koi baat nahi,

Humne baroodon ke chitte kuch kya udaye,

To gunhegaar there…”

Dekh meri tehzeeb jo ab tak ‘AAP’ pe aada hun main,

Koi baat nahin,

Kahin ‘TU’ pe agaya,

To Maa kasam teri khair nahin…”

LOVE JIHAD: A GHOST EVERYONE TALKS ABOUT BUT NO ONE HAS EVER SEEN

Few days back I received an audio file as message from one of my friends at the middle of the dead night. I have always been hesitant in downloading anything if it’s not that important. The data consumption message which pops out on my mobile screen after every download, hurts me badly. It reminds me of those few days left to spend some more bucks to get the connection back. Anyways, lonely night provoked me to download the audio to find something exciting to be happy about the day spent before I sleep. If nothing, I had expected it to be some new sound track by some least known band to charm my ear drums.

Download completed….

The castle that I had built in my mind, expecting some romantic song to give solace to my seclusion by creating some imaginary lady love embracing me with her soft touch at least for few minutes till the track continues got shattered the moment I played the audio.   It was disturbing. Yes, it was. Who would expect in mid of night to hear a lady urging you to pass this message before listening so that it can save many lives.

“EBOLA” ,the first horrifying thing that struck my mind. Is she talking of some preventive measures for EBOLA? Is that spreading so fast? I ran inside to get my mask, as if the viruses will pop out of the mobile phone itself. Before listening to the remaining audio, I closed all my windows fearing the breeze to bring those infecting viruses inside. Wearing the nose mask and wrapping myself by a thick blanket even in that scorching night, I played the audio again from where I had paused.

Listening to the remaining audio made me understand what it was actually about.  “LOVE JIHAD”, that’s what the lady was speaking. 

According to the audio, if one Muslim marries two Hindu girls and gives birth to 12 kids then India will turn into a Muslim majority country in 24 years.  The lady also said, some person Wasim Akram was caught by police from Nasirabad alleged for marrying a Hindu girl and torturing her physically and mentally who admitted the existence of Love jihad. Love jihad has its capital located in Kerala from where it has now spread to remaining parts of our Country. The audio also claimed of some 2500 cases of love Jihad in Kerala. The voice also talked about Ghazwa-e-Hind and some predictions Pakistan Capturing India in near future.

I pulled out the mask from my face in anger. Opened the door and walked to the balcony of my house. I desperately needed some fresh air to breathe in. I was disturbed, feeling uneasy not because I believed the voice message but because there are people who are making and spreading audios of this kind.

I stood there for few minutes. Suddenly I caught the glimpse of our security Chacha, an old man who walks down our lane blowing whistle every night from past many years. Qureshi chacha, I use to call him. He has two sons and one daughter. Daughter and the eldest son were married and they have one kid each. The youngest son of Qureshi chacha is preparing for IIT now. I was teaching him during his tenth board exams. He has a girlfriend, Mitali who was studying with him. Because of her financial constrains she had to wrap up her studies and help her mother in household works. He always says, once he bags a seat in IIT both families will agree to their relationship. Later he can make her love study in a college and give a better life to both the families. How sweet, isn’t it?

Now you will say, this is Love jihad. The boy has planned this and has been planted by some terrorist organization, Right?

I had already started recalling of all my Muslim friends. Some are working in MNCs across our country, some are doing their higher studies and some are searching for some suitable job to settle down. I recalled of their families and the time I had spent with them.  Still I couldn’t recall a single moment where I can believe that audio which spoke against Muslims.

I was so pissed off that I decided to do get answers to the questions on Love Jihad those were peeping in my mind that very night only. What I found was entirely different from that was said about Love Jihad.

As of 2014, Hindus are leading religious majority in India, at about 81%, with Muslims at about 13%.  As the audio spoke of fear of Muslims becoming more than half of India’s population by 2035,  to make this claim, its number crunchers to project a total population of 198 crore by 2035. By most estimates, India’s population would rise to 154 crore by 2050. The simple extrapolations used for demographic scaremongering have no basis in science.

It talked of some Wasim Akram from Nasirabad but I couldn’t find any news of him.

Yes Love jihad is born from the combined wombs of Kerala, Mangalore and Karnataka before other states started producing this illegitimate child. In 2009, Karnataka government announced a probe into the situation by CID to determine if an organized effort exists.  The Karnataka CID in late 2009 reported that although it was continuing to investigate, it had found no evidence of Love Jihad.  Though they indicated that conversions have taken place but found it to be by own will.

In January 2012, Kerala police also declared that Love Jihad was campaign with no substance.

In September 2014, following the resurgence of national attention, police in UP had found no credence in five or six recent allegation of Love Jihad that have been brought before them.

As per Ghazwa-e-Hind, terrorists’ aims of making India as the final battle ground but we very well know that it won’t ever be possible. I read few articles on this subject where the terrorists stated of waging a war against India. But I was overwhelmed when I read the comments. Comments were from people all over the world and each of them stated their faith on power of India to fight and destroy all the terrorists.  

P.S

The cases of Love Jihad which many organizations are shouting about are either very less in number or are fabricated stories. Here, I want to add, protection of Women against violence should be our prime concern and any organization promoting this should be applauded. When I say, any organization promoting this then I mean protection of women in particular, not any other fabricated agenda associated with it just to popularize the same on the name of women protection.

Gita as an ancient philosophy have been over thrown by Gita as prime political weapon. And the so called follower of the cult of Hindutva  have forgotten the meaning of Dharma that Gita preaches and the freedom has been banned by mob fury and muscle power.

I guess it’s the high time now, time to put the extreme right wingers into hibernation and bring forward Narendra Modi ji’s old slogan of “sabka saath sabka vikash”, which acted like magic in LS polls.  Loss of 7 of 10 seats by BJP in bypoll in UP is a tight slap on the face of all the spreaders of hatred on the name of religion and Love Jihad.

India wants good governance, not Hindutva distractions. Communalism is an outdated product now. It’s not at all sellable to the young Indians. We want development, not the ugly face of communalism. 

We have so many problems to fight with; Poverty, illiteracy, violence against women, etc. 

If media has written HER name in BOLD letters, why HIS name is still kept behind the veil???

Let me tell you a crime story this time…

The Telephone hooted loudly breaking the monotonous noise of the cabin. A man on chair rose and picked up the phone after few rings. The caller whispered something into his ear. The loud noise of the shaky government ceiling fan was making it difficult for him to hear. But he managed. The receiver quickly noted down an address.

The telephone that rang belonged to a police station.

The whole police force of the station was brought into disposal. The Inspector wanted to crack the case, catching the culprits red handed. Though he knew the crime involved many high profile people, he didn't hesitate even once.

Soon they arrived at the place of crime as his spy had informed. It was a five star hotel in a posh area. The whole team lead by the inspector raided the room as was informed. It was a special suit on the top floor.

In the raid, police found a less known film actress in bed with a mighty business man. They were found wrapped up in a single mattress in the dimly lit room with an adult movie running in the television screen. During the search, police found an empty bottle of imported wine, few different flavored condoms that included strawberry and vanilla prominently (police later investigated that they have been imported too), a packet of chocolate flavor cigars and few Adult movie disks.

Media made a huge cry out of it. They found high TRP news after a long time. It was like a burger being served to a beggar. Arrest of a glamour queen in prostitution is an incident that occurs once a while.  They wanted to make the most out of it.

Then the series of articles started flooding. All the social networking sites got showered with the news.

“Heroine miss X found in flesh trade”,

“Glamour girl in prostitution”,

“Miss X’s journey from being a heroine to a whore”,

 “The scandal that busted many questions against the film industry”,     

 “What brought her into the business of flesh, sexual demands or financial crisis?”…. Were some of the headlines reported by most of the top notch media houses.

The reports were accompanied by some pictures of Miss. X herself that flashed almost daily on our computer screen as soon as we entered any social networking site. Some pictures were either so sensuous that it evoked an urge in us to read the article out sexual temptation or either displayed such an innocent face that it filled us in mystery and to unlock the same we opened the link to read it. Some of us also imagined ourselves with Miss. X on the same bed sharing some cozy moments reading those tantalizing news. The pies on the cake were those enticing headlines.

We read, commented and shared them in huge number. Those articles became viral online.

Few days passed… media houses earned in huge amount and later the news faded. We got some other spicy reports to get involved and forgot the heroine who was made a puppet to play with few days back.

It was that after some months another sex racket involving a model was arrested that entertained us for few more days.

It’s usual.

But throughout this whole session we forgot to ask an important question. Yes we forgot to ask them to mention the name of the mighty businessman arrested in that raid too.  

Yes we forgot to ask them to make headlines on the businessman and others involved in the case like they have made for the girl.

“Businessman Mr. Y arrested in sex racket”

“Sex racket busted and names of many businessmen and politicians came       into light (names in detail in the report)”

“Libido or a bad sexual relationship with his wife, what brought the businessman Y in search for sex outside?”

Yes we forgot to ask…..

(Story ends)

P.S

The above one is just a story, a fiction and has nothing to do with any realty.

Recently Sweta Basu Prasad has been arrested red handed of her involvement in prostitution. Yes, prostitution is a heinous crime that our country prohibits to practice. So, it’s completely fair if she gets punished under the court of law. No excuse of her, if it is her financial instability or a downtrodden film career will be taken into account. She will be punished as per law.

Let’s put this issue aside. Let our court of law, the legal body of our constitution give the judgment.

Wait a second! I guess I have uttered something wrong.  Yes, before the court will cater the judgment, its media have given its own judgment. They have flooded all social networking sites with articles depicting Sweta Basu Prasad involvement in prostitution, her journey from national award winning heroine to being found as a culprit in flesh trade. Suddenly, this lesser known heroine is brought into spot light by our media the moment she was found in bed with someone else.

I don’t think even this much was written and shared about her earlier on any portal when she had bagged the national award for her acting skills. “National award, what a big deal it is? Prostitution?? Masala hai boss”, Right media people?

Ok fine…then why not even a single media house came up with a report naming the male counterpart arrested in the same raid.

“Isn’t he has committed a crime too? Or he is not a public figure to name that will increase your number of readers? Or he wrapped up your hands in bundle of notes?” 

Another example of Yellow journalism is clearly depicted in all the reports that flashed in front of us almost daily.

Let’s move to our Bollywood now. Rani mukherjee, who few days back was talking a lot about women empowerment, justice and independence of women while promoting her movie, “Mardani”, have opted to remain silent in Sweta’s case.  And almost all female leads who cry out loud on women empowerment have decided to do the same.

Come on Amit, they will only open their mouth on issues involving women if their movie is based on one of them. And there public speech on anything is only for the promotion of their movie.

Now there are some voices against Sweta Basu Prasad participating in Big boss. Come on, when the same big boss had place for a porn star, why can’t she be allowed?

Anyways, reports concerning Sweta Basu Prasad  will start vanishing from now onwards as another big news have hit the market recently, the launch of new models by Apple.  So the media will run after it now flooding all the Social networking sites with reports concerning the technical details of these new mobile handsets and smart watch launched by the biggest player in this field.

Anyways, let us forget it too. But let us promise something this time. Next time when we will be reading any such article where the dignity of a woman is raped in public whether she is culprit or not, don’t forget to ask the name of the male counterpart involved in the same. 

If media has written HER name in BOLD letters, why HIS name is still kept behind the veil???

Are we completely independent yet ?

I arrived at the railway station long before the departure of my train. My train was scheduled for 2 am but I reached the station at 11 pm by the last bus available. Hiring a cab late after midnight to the station was a luxury for a middle class person like me and we always try to remain on the safe side. We always reach the station well in advance because we just cannot afford to miss a train.  Though we have enough of reasons, we have to check the platform, check the chart prepared but the real fact is the money that we don’t want to lose.

I scanned the station thoroughly and noticed that though it was so late, it was crowded. I tried to find a seat to allow my butt some well-deserved rest. Moreover the sharp edge of the bottom of my bag hanging from my arm has been irritating it continuously from a long time. At last I found a place to sit.

To my extreme right I saw the A/C waiting room sparsely filled up.People were resting comfortably in the chill atmosphere provided by the A/C. It seemed as if they were completely ignorant to the hot humid climate outside. The high temperature and sweaty summer nights had no effect on them. They were the people to whom summer is just a season in the books and sun is yet another shinning object glowing in the sky. I saw a man dressed up in a suit and boot as if he was going to attain a high profile board meeting in the next few minutes completely engrossed in his laptop. He was scratching his head every other minute and was sipping coffee from the cup placed right next to him. Few other people next to him were trying to sleep on the chair though it was little uncomfortable for them, turning from one side to other every moment and adjusting the blanket accordingly. Isn't it funny to see people in suits and blanket in the summer season. Oh sorry! They were in an air conditioned room.

 Suddenly my eyes fell on two kids. They were busy playing some game on their mobile phones wearing abnormally large headphones covering a quarter of their face. Few minutes later I saw a kid jumping from his seat with both his hands lifted up in the air. He must have won the game. May be exhausted after gaming or because of continuous request from their nagging mothers, both of them opened their bags and took out something to eat. Yes, a bottle of juice and few packs of chips and cookies. I didn't want my mouth to water seeing them eating. So I chose to change my sight. Then I saw a young girl sitting in the corner of the hall with a small bag on her lap and a mobile phone sticking to her ears. She was completely engrossed in the conversation that she was carrying out with someone. For her except the phone and the person on the other side the world didn't exist. Exactly to her extreme right, on the other corner I saw two young boys busy looking at all the girls sitting inside the hall. One of the two was dressed up in a blue colored lower and a sleeveless t-shirt, showing off his newly developed steroid injected muscles while the other one had stretched up his legs to the chair in front of him showing up his special edition Nike shoes that he must have purchased recently. People were going out and coming in every other minute. But the grandeur was same. The lavishness was common in all of them. Richness and sophistication was all that was clearly reflected from everything they were doing to everything they were having, say it an expensive mobile phone with a bitten-apple on the back, or the exclusive footwear they wore or the posh handbags they carried, everything was classy that made them look aristocrat. 

Then I looked around me. Suddenly I saw a swarm of people. The decibel of noise increased all of a sudden, the mercury in the thermometer suddenly soared. Here and there, people were scattered everywhere. There was no place to even keep your foot on the ground.  Towels, card boards, cloth rags formed their bedding with either their bags or their arms as pillows. Practically all the people in the waiting hall were in a deep slumber. You could jump over them, step over them or bring in a brass band but they wouldn't wake up. Stray dogs roam by their side, sleep with them, but they have no problem. Under the chair, over the luggage, beside the lavatory, on the cement benches, on the large postal trolleys, on piles of newspaper, under the closed shutter of shops, people were spread all over. They were having their good night. The clamor of the crowd, the roaring noise of train engine, neither the mosquito bites had anyeffect on their sound sleep. When they have learnt to live with the crunching noise of their hungry bellies, what other noise can irritate them more.

Suddenly I saw a woman running,with a small baby in her hand wrapped in her shabby tattered sari, towards a train that had arrived recently. She waited outside a bogie. Her baby was crying incessantly. Meanwhile few more men and women arrived there. As soon as the train got empty, they rushed into it. I was eagerly waiting to see them come out. Few minutes later they came out one after the other. I was in tears the moment I saw them. They came out with left over foods. The next moment, I saw her settling down beside the train and eating while feeding the same to her baby.

I couldn't watch that anymore. I tried to change my sight but all I could see was the sunken bellies covered by the thin, shabby, frayed clothes of threadbare material, skinny figures, bony cheeks, sweaty faces in the masses; in deep sleep waiting for the next morning to start their hunt for filling their empty stomach. 

P.S

I don’t have any problem with the aristocratic life of the people in the A/C waiting room. They must have earned it and I am really happy to see people enjoying their lavish lifestyle. What really worried me was the huge difference in the people inside and outside it, difference both in number and the life that both of them lead. When the A/c waiting room was sparsely filled up, there were numerous hungry bellies scattered outside.

Why the people are less in A/C compartment but scores of them strolling outside?

Why still millions don’t have a proper place to stay, enough food to eat and clothes to cover themselves?

Why there is still such a big gap even after 68 years of independence?

Are we completely independent yet?

This Independence day, Mother India still longed for these answers but she did not get her reply yet, and she may have to wait a little more.

'Hungry bellies' VS 'The blue ink'

“We promise to provide sewing machines and gas stoves in every home….. (Recorded voice with tempting election offers echoed)”. Sometimes I feel that these candidates provide better offers than Wednesday Bigbazars. A mighty stereo loaded on a mini lorry was repeating these words of an extended list, vomiting out everything fed into it, figuratively speaking, highlight points of the party’s agenda for this year elections. Slowly the lorry took a u-turn and came to halt. Three young boys around 20 may be, who wore a t-shirt which resembled a party office wall got busy distributing pamphlets and explaining the crowd “the need” to vote for their party.

(Period.)

It was about 4 o’clock but the sun was not in the mood to leave. I was waiting for the bus under the shade till I heard the shriek of a woman. When I turned, I found that she was trying to get some help. I rushed to the place without giving a second thought. Few other men had reached there till then. She was with an old lady lying at the back of a broken wall adjacent to the railway track. She was lying unconscious, with mouth agape. White foam was spread out of her and dried up leaving behind its mark on her soiled face. Thick mucus flown out had accumulated below her nostrils. The rise and fall of her chest was the only indication of her being alive. Her stomach had sunk somewhere. It seemed she had no food from days. Her dirty old tattered sari was just enough to cover her body. Sari which she must have not changed from ages, or it was the only piece of cloth that was left with her to hide her body. While one of her leg lied turned with her knee facing the soil, other one was bent abnormally.  Her fist was dug in soil as if she tried to grab on to something out of pain before she went unconscious while the other had stains of some stale food around which flies were wandering. A thin yet long line of ants were riding over that hand of her, picking up their food and were passing down to soil.

Two other men ran to buy water packets while I helped the woman to bring that lady to the shed. The woman lifted her and made her rest on her lap. Two other men were spraying water on her face to bring her back to sense. She was hyperventilating at that time. She opened her eyes at a jerk and closed them slowly to half mast. “Water…water…” was all that I could hear her murmuring.  

Party workers were still distributing their pamphlets avoiding everything that was happening just two steps away from them. Public was also busy grabbing their seats in the MTC bus that just arrived… young lovers were busy talking… spending some time with each other before going home… one pair of lovebirds were treating each other paani puris, while the girl was feeding her love like he was a baby or God hadn't gifted him with hands to feed himself. Strange world, isn't

it? While an old woman was fighting with death and dying just because she failed to fill her stomach, the whole world is busy with their personal reasons without giving slightest of their attention. One of the party members approached me. Handing me their pamphlet they asked me to vote their party this time. With my broken Tamil I tried to convince them to shift the dying woman to any nearby hospital so that she can be saved if they want vote. From my broken Tamil they understood well that I am an outsider and I cannot cast my vote here. So there was no need for them to please me or entertain me. Within fraction of seconds their lorry vanished from the spot.

Thanks to few auto driver annas who shifted the old lady to a hospital and I wish that she gets well soon…

original photo: old lady fighting with death lying unconscious on ground  

Party workers busy distributing their pamphlets who flee from the spot when asked for help

P.S.

“We will give you sewing machine…we will give you gas stoves…..” didn't anyone tell them before that sewing machine will only be needed if everyone in this country have cloth to wear…gas stoves will only be needed when they have food to cook… They left a woman to die without helping, but they wanted vote from us.

These were the party workers of a well known political party which is going to compete on almost all seats over India. Having its roots in UP, it spread all over India this time. No doubt, their party chief too wants to become the next PM. During her reign as CM she has brought numerous developments in her state and now she wants to bring the same in this whole country. Yes...developments…constructing 130 huge elephant structures…This is what they call infrastructural development; I guess… so what if it accounted for 40,000 crore scam, it was a part of development and beautification of the state. When in every corner of India someone dies of hunger each second, our prime motto should be beautification, isn't it? And then they say they fight for backward classes. “Hungry belly have no class”. Shouting only to increase reservation for backward classes won’t make you a good leader. Hungry bellies need food not elephant statues. The statues which should have cost five lakh were brought by state run agency for sixty lakh. Lucky elephants, aren't they? They must be thanking corruption, which made their value sky high. But nothing went into their stomach; they were still hollow plastered from outside by clay, many officials under the project grew stomach not less than elephants though. Yes, she is one of the prospective PM candidates, yes she is…because CBI dropped all scam allegations against her and gave her clean chit. She is clean in records now. But her reflection in public’s eye will come out when the result will be declared...All the so called netas be better answered by millions of hungry bellies this time  

2014 PM CONTENDERS: WHO IS GOING TO TURN PROMISES INTO REALTY ?

“This post is a part of the blog-a-thon by World Vision India on Youth Ki Awaaz” 

A hotel van with large drums of food leftovers was about to leave. It was slowly gathering speed. As it rode down the gutters, some part of it leaked down the back door (May be one of those drums just fell aside and rolled down to the door). With in no time two men came running behind it. Both of them looked hungry for days; with weak legs, untidy beards, dry skin, and dirty tattered clothes just enough to hide their personal parts and revealing sunken bellies that must be squeezing the stomach inside. Both of them jumped over the food like hungry lions jumping over its prey. They ate it up in a go, licked the road literary till it shined as if inaugurated recently. Then they started running behind the van till it disappears far away. They ate up everything that it dropped on its way.
The front gate of the same hotel was packed with Mercedes, Audis and other luxury cars. Political giants were discussing their agendas for the next election, business men and women finalizing their business deals and rich brats were partying after having several tequila shots; complaining over the little overcooked chicken fries and were busy clicking their pictures on their brand new I-phones.

2014 and the election is starting soon all over India….

Modi’s wave is creating ripples everywhere. Though his sudden emergence as the PM candidate shocked everyone and created rift in their party, he has got enormous support from everywhere. His Long speeches, rallies, chai pe charcha, showcasing of the model of Gujarat have gone viral everywhere.

Even Rahul ji have started visiting ghettos, hugging old ladies and eating up their cooked food, though he may be taking several preventives to avoid any contagious diseases or may be vomiting the food out at home in vigilance of some renowned doctors of our country. ‘Har haath shakti, har hath taraki…’ You should accept that power was only in your hand and so the development was yours only, not of the poor Indians. If after being in power for several times earlier, your party couldn’t bring any change, how can we believe your slogans and the power of hand this time? ‘Hand has been infected’, admit it and infected things should be amputated as soon as possible. We have heard you roaring ‘Katar soch nahi yuva josh’ and advertising the same by one controversial lady herself Hassiba Amin. Where was this Yuva centric soch earlier? I think it was in store from the day you were in lap till you grow up as the prime ministerial candidate to drive ahead the legacy of your Family. Rahul ji you must admit that you are a rich, spoiled, ignorant brat and an outcome of a corrupt political thinking. A degree from a foreign university won’t make you a good leader here in India. We have even IITian in the race. Better you should plan to clean your party, reform your mother and jija ji and then try for the elections after at least ten years or else relax at home and enjoy the scam moneys your mother has stored for you in Swiss Bank.    

Even Nitish ji withdrew his support from BJP. He was not happy with the selection of Modi ji as their prime ministerial candidate. Actually he himself wanted to be. ‘Seriously do you want to be???’

Didi too wants to become the prime minister this time. Didi will always remain as a parochial figure well known for her periodic outbursts during public speeches against Maoists in everyone’s mind. She is best remembered as the railway minister when the railways incurred heavy losses and she had to resign after the Tehelka expose of the Bofors scandal. She can’t also be forgotten for forcing Dinesh Trivedi for resigning on price hike of the railway fares though it was most needed at that time. She made a laughing stock out of herself when she got Ambikesh Mahapatra, a Jadavpur university professor arrested for circulating her cartoons. “Grow up didi, take a chill pill.” She crossed all the limits of her craziness and parochialism and made the whole world to laugh at us by saying, “The main reason for considerable increase in rape cases in our country is possibly because of the limitless freedom of interaction between men and women.” Few days back, our most celebrated Anna ji extended his support for her. He thinks that she is the best CM and can prove to be a great PM. “HE” thinks and what “HE” thinks but only what WE think can make a difference. A shockingly feeble mass who attended their so organized rally divorced the alliance between didi and Anna ji even before it get started. ‘Didi’ now you must understand that you have no national presence and Anna ji should accept that his time has gone. His illegitimate child AAP has gained more popularity than what he is having now.

Amma ji don’t say that, but some people, yes I mean some people are continuously saying that she should be the next PM of India. Even the left parties at some point of time, wanted her to be the one. I am not saying that she wants… some people wants her to be…..

Now, Mulayam ji too wants to be the PM. After he had handed over his place to his foreign educated son (I always wonder why these rich people and politicians send their wards to get educated outside India when we have so many premier institutions within our country) I thought that he retired. But no, I was completely wrong; planning was already started for capturing the prime minister’s seat from that time. Now we must wait to watch gundaraj spreading all over the country…no, no I am wrong. Some racial clashes and unlawful attack on medical students by his party member were nothing….

Arvind ji, the present day hero, the phoenix who magically incarnated from the ashes too wants to be the PM. Even he left the CM post in pursuit of becoming the next PM. He wants to change the whole face of our country over night. Can hurrying so much solve the problem we are facing today? Some overnight decision and you came up all of a sudden that you are resigning the CM post. If you wanted to be the PM, you could have nominated someone else as the CM of Delhi earlier instead of yourself. Or you were afraid of losing seats projecting someone else as the CM candidate other than you, or that election was just an experiment to find out how much support your party is getting? Don’t tell me that you came to know about all those constitutional processes to pass a bill and the opposition that usually comes while fighting to get a bill approved only after becoming the CM. And so only you left the post for bringing change in a larger scale, India. You have such a great think tank comprising of some genius people like bhusan ji, yadav ji, didn’t they counsel you? Or was this decision the outcome of those intellect brains? Didn’t you think of the people of Delhi who had bestowed their hope on a new comer like you rejecting Harshvardhan ji’s clean image and popularity? Now with what hope people will vote for you? You could have stayed as the CM of Delhi, bring some reforms in the capital and the next time you would have been the strongest contender for PM. But no… you wanted it all this time…

Left parties came up as the third front in the name of union. Union? What kind of union? Admit it, after the election, one by one out of you will be joining this or that party (helping them to gain majority). By joining I meant getting sold for ministry or for filling your locker. Please don’t get angry….

P.S

2014 elections, we have so many PM candidates and so many promises…. But can anyone of you answer me when will I stop seeing hungry bellies seeking for food and breathing their last, failing in the battle of their search? Answer me and my vote will be yours for sure. Don’t tell me that you provided us with “food security bill”. It is one of the hollow bills which were made just to make poor Indians lame and entirely dependent on the Government. 

We want people to become self sufficient, not beggars begging for free food.
I have asked my question. What is yours?
Ask your question and try to find out who is going to answer you before you cast your valuable vote this time.