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11 April 2009

Shoe-ting into Fame


                                   
When the Iraqi reporter hurled his footwear at George Bush, little did he know he is going to be an icon; a trend-setter of a new language which communicates faster than words from mouth. It makes me remember of the scene from “The legend of Bhagat Singh”, of Bhagat Singh throwing two bombs in a running session of parliament, meant not to hurt anybody but to wake up the sleeping souls of revolutionaries as well as the administration. Suddenly the bombs, the pamphlets have got redefined. 

Following the trend, Jarnali Singh, a Punjabi reporter made his shoe do the talking to PC (P Chidambaram). His protest was against the rash behavior of government to the 1984 anti-Sikh riots victims; against the mum of the government against Tytler and Sajjan Kumar: the chief two suspects. Soon after the incident, the issue gained intensity like a wild fire, leading to voices raised all around. Congress had to save its back at least at this gruesome time of elections, the last thing that it could afford was to let the red blood stains show off over its white wardrobe. Tytler and Sajjan Kumar were soon barred from contesting for the elections. 

And to add to this shoe-ting fame game, is the name of Raj Pal, a retired school teacher from Haryana who threw his shoes at Jindal, the industrialist cum Congress MP from this constituency. Although his intentions have not been disclosed yet, his heroic has already served a top story in news channels. 

While these men dared to seek this bizarre but provoking way to make their opinion listened to, they have unknowingly written a few new lessons to learn from. 

In this Gandhinian nation of India, where people idolize methods of truth and non-violence in tackling evil deeds, it has to find some “Bhagat Singh”s too, who could wake the beleaguered souls of politicians from the stance they are in; who think this country could never get corruption-free, who feel this nation can never step out of the slump of communalism and inequality. We have to be a part of this system if we want to improve it. Democracy is like a swimming pool and we citizens have to jump into the water to remove the dirt out of it. 

Nevertheless this new weapon of shoe-ting can be perceived as the next best way to get noticed than posing nude in front of press, pretending protests against animals, I would take this as the new avatar of revolt that people have sorted out against the very fundamental necessities every human is predestined for: Truth, Independence and justice. 

Jai Hind
Biru




14 December 2008

The Sensuous Side : My Creations

I am a dreamer. Indulging myself into dreams is what I do most often and it is something I love doing too. I feel like dreaming at the day time, when I got no work, when I get bored of everything. I just make myself coy and start taking a ride through the endless and vivaceous boulevard of dreams.

Truly one needs to dream before the dreams come true, lest they got no signifacance in one's life. But I dream too much. Their intensity and quantity are just too high, that leaves me confused on choosing the right dreams to fulfil. But I enjoy it.

I enjoy it and am happy dreaming 'coz they give me happiness nonetheless momentary but truly satisfying. It is because of my dreams that I find out the reasons of everything around by questioning myself. It is because of my day dreaming I discovered of my sensous side: the philospher,the poet, the story teller inside me. I am happy to be called a dreamer.

I will be listing some of my poems and articles ... for you, my gentle readers to cherish. I hope you will like them, since I feel things straight from the heart are hard to ignore.

A dreamer
Biru

30 November 2008

Tears in my eyes...

Well... a lot of many days of slumber. And a bad day to remember.

What became the worst terrorist attack on the history of Independent India ended yesterday embarking the mammoth losses in forms of human lives, heritage buildings and the most horrifying ... the loss of sense of secutity in India. It was a plot of some 50 terrorists that made a mockery of the slain security present in India. The incident of terrorism in Mumbai only leaves me pondering of the reasons, the implications that this incident will leave behind.

More of it... the publicity that the terrorists have gained through the bazooka of media... makes me even more stupified.

Lets not allow the terrorists fancy the doom of horror that they left behind in the eyes of every Indian.

Lets not publicise the event and make them feel that they have turned us stupified.
Instead this is the right time to prove that we as the citizens of India were... are and always remain together as One.
Let us prove that 26/11 will not make us remember of the fear of terrorism but that it will instead keep reminding us for the rest of our lives that together as a Nation we can fight any anti social element with the unity of 100 crore people.
Lets take a stern stand to counter their every effort of terrorising our nation.
Lets fight it together.

Jai Hind

09 October 2008

My stint with PERFECTion...


A quick new post...
Although it has been a busy schedule for me since the last two days... as I am "ON" to explore the beauty that Delhi imbibes, but a reverence in me that I behold for a place I visited yesterday makes me write about the memorable experience.

They always say, No-one, Nothing in this world is perfect. Well... to all those people who believe in this saying... my sincere request to all of them... Visit AKSHARDHAM Temple.


Built in a gigantic amount of landscape, the place is truly a memoir that tells that quality art in India is still not dead. When I first heard of the idea of my sister; of visiting the Akshardham temple, I was the least excited among the lot. I am never turned on by an idea of visiting temples. But as I reached the threshold and entered the gate, I felt spell bound by the infrastructure that the temple beholds. Wow...!!! was my initial reaction. Then as we passed on the innumerable security checks, I was slowly getting transfixed by the magic of its architecture, design, cleanliness and the discipline that is so visible everywhere inside. Everything... the theatre, the boat ride, the shows; everything was phenomenal.

My verdict... If you are in Delhi and even if you are not, relish the aura of the Akshardham and you would never feel bad to be an Indian.

For more details on this fantabulous place, visit... http://www.akshardham.com/

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