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Small Poem

I saw him in an alley in the night.
And gave him a smile.
He came closer to me and looked straight in the eye.
Then he came up on me and I held him, hugged him tight

Then he wagged his tail in appreciation and walked beside.

… to be continued

Allergic Rhinitis and Yoga hacks

I want to give you some first hand account of the difficulties I am facing while practicing yoga to cure my Allergic Rhinitis. Oh, did I tell you that I suffer from Allergic Rhinitis?
Well, yes. I am allergic to dust, dog hair and some specific pollen. I am also aware that many kids and adults alike suffer from Allergic Rhinitis. And I am not going to give you some escapist advice that stay away from dogs, cats, pollen, dust and smoke. I won’t do this because I do not believe in escapism. I am strictly against it. I am a fighter and I want all of you to be the same.

The good news is that you can overcome Allergic Rhinitis and all sorts of allergies by disciplined practice of yoga, especially Pranayam – the breathing exercises. I am not going to recommend any medicines nor am I going to tell you to stop going outside. But yes, I am going to ask of you some discipline. I need at least 20 minutes of your time daily and then we can go on to 40 minutes but starting with 20 minutes daily is a commendable feat in itself. I used to do Yoga (Pranayam) as a kid when I first encountered this problem. Having tried numerous medicines and having been to many doctors, it was in the end decided that the best way to counter this problem was to stay away from dogs, dust and pollen. The problem was that as a kid this is not at all possible. I had a dog in the house (I am a big time animal lover and enthusiast. To try to keep me away from animals was close to taking a chunk of my life away from me), I went to school where we had to indulge in outdoor sports. After being tired of everything I turned to Yoga in desperation. The most important thing I had to do was to put my belief in Yoga and that it worked.
Long story short, I practiced for a few months and my life had improved beyond measure. Then I stopped caring and stopped doing Yoga. This was a big mistake. So now the situation is that every 3-4 years during a particular time I suffer from severe cold, running nose and breathing problems.

As part of 2013 resolutions I have decided to practice Pranayam daily and I have recently started to do so. I have identified Anulom Vilom (alternative nostril breathing) and Kapalbhati to be useful in allergy problems.

So far so good.

It is recommended to do these exercises at least 10 minutes each daily. Here’s the problem I am facing – I am finding it extremely difficult to sit in one place for 20 minutes !!

I can sit at one place for hours if I am studying for working on my laptop or talking to someone (although I consider gossiping extremely boring!) but to sit in one place and practice Yoga? It was just not happening till today ! When I found out a hack for it.

Here’s what I do – I love music and I have decided to take it’s help, maybe just initially. I put on songs and practice Yoga alongside. It has worked today and will work every single day. I am sure of this because I can sit in one place listening to songs to all day long. Ha! well, that’s only what I did in college !

I have discovered a fault in myself – lack of patience. And I am working on it by practicing Yoga and hacking Yoga practice by taking help of music. I will, at some later stage, turn the music off and be just on my own. Patience is very important for everything in life – for studies, for work, for persevering, anything and everything. A mind that cannot force a body to be still for a meager 20 minutes cannot be expected to do any great things in life.
I am working on building patience, discipline and good health through Yoga.

What you up to?

Little story, short story

Lol. This was nothing serious. I just wrote this to make a friend realize one can write just about anything. We laughed at this stuff later. Here it goes –

She was a girl. I was a boy. I had never met her nor heard her. I only visualized her through the photographs I saw of her. And then one day she called me and her voice was like music. Good music mind you. The kind of music I liked. But then I realized I liked all kinds of music so probably it was a judgement that was getting passed about her voice. But I did not care. All I cared about now was to see her talk. See her lips open and her tongue touch the palate of her mouth while she spoke. And the teeth. Those glorious white teeth like diamonds that were just waiting to be touched. But I could not touch them. So I was sad. But happy in a sad way. Her tongue was so red and her voice was so heavy in a girlish way. I liked voices like that. Voices that weren’t like pikachu was given a voice translator. I liked her voice. I would give anything to make her say my name over and over again. Maybe next time I’ll record her voice and sleep with my earphones on. And find myself in a visual ecstasy filled with dancing tongues, frolicking teeth and the background score of her voice. Im happy in this moment to have known her, to have heard her, to have seen her. And I am hopeful that one day that voice will be mine. That not a moment will go by that I won’t hear her. That I will anticipate her calls(in a very passive way so as not to disturb my work) just to hear her say my name but till then I am going to put on some funk music and jiggy with it.

The end.

Tic Tac Toe Board ? Hmmm…..

“Arrange numbers 1 to 9 on a tic tac toe board so that the sum of each row, column and diagonal is 15”

Tic Tac Toe Board ? Hmmm…

Circa 25th August, 2009.
Not a big deal, one might say. But things happen differently when your mind is occupied someplace else.

When I switched from a computing problem that I could not solve to this puzzle my mind was actually thinking something else. It was busy trying to extract an algorithm for the computing problem. So things did not quite come naturally when I read “Tic Toe Board”.

Here’s what I thought – Hmmm. Tic tac toe board. Hmm. I have definitely heard of this “tic tac toe” earlier. Yes, I have. But it’s a board. A tic tac toe board. Hmm. What does a tic tac toe board look like ? Could it be a wooden board ? Hmm. Or is it a cube sort of a thing ? Now how can diagonals run through this cubical board or any board ? I have no idea. Lets move to the next question.

So I wrote down there – “I have no idea what a tic tac board is. Sorry.”

Having finished with whatever little I had to offer in the test I came out. Just then I was called back into the test room. Mr. Ratra was holding my test paper and he looked at me with puzzled eyes and said, “Vaibhav you don’t know what a tic tac toe board is ? “. I confidently said, “No sir”. “It’s a 3 by 3 board vaibhav. Ok you try again. You have 5 more minutes. ” 5 more minutes ? Yes ! Maybe I can somehow solve that computing problem now. But let me first quickly think about this tic tac toe “board” again. I thought and somehow the noun “board” kept the image of a wooden board recurring in my “visual studio”. How can diagonals run through a wooden board ? So i again wrote down there – “Still not getting it. Sorry.” And I went back to my computing problem. But there also I could not have much luck.

When I came out, a guy was sitting ( in formals ) on a sofa. He had also take the test ( like me ) and was probably saddened by the fact that I might have done better than him ( it was an off-campus placement drive dude ) . But I assured him otherwise and then he felt a little better ! By the way, he was a computer science graduate from Australia. “No placements there ?”, I asked and he said that they prefer the natives. Hmm. That’s some racial abuse I guess. Anyways, I turned to this guy and said, “Dude, by any chance, do you know what a tic tac toe board is ?”. And he looked at me surprisingly and said, “You don’t know what a tic tac toe board is ? “. I said, “No”. He shook his head at the “native” indian stupidity and said to me in “hindi” – “Kabhi zero katta nahi khela kya ?” . Pause. Pause. “What the……? “. Pause. “WHAT WAS I THINKING ?”, I shouted at myself and he started smiling at me in sympathy. I was so ashamed ! Ya, ashamed with a capital ‘A’. The purpose of my visit had changed now. From “get a placement” it had become “save your image”. I just wanted to run from there and hide in a corner of the world where people are not aware of things like “tic tac toe” . Then my comments kept haunting me –

“I have no idea what a tic tac toe board is. Sorry.
Still not getting it. Sorry.”

What would these people think of me ? I didn’t know what to think or expect. I would not have been surprised if they had kicked me out with a stern warning – “Never be within 500 metres of this company or we’ll shoot you.”

But none of that happened. These good people somehow figured out that I knew some computers too and took a chance on me.


Hypertension and Madness Follow

Your heart beat increases even as you are lying down listening to slow, soothing songs. But they make no difference because your brain is thinking something else. Then you suddenly get up – panting – and wipe the sweat off your face and throw away your ipod. Mixed feelings follow – nervousness, anger, frustration – and helplessness. You grab the pen in sight and start scribbling something on the paper. And then you stop and shout out aloud in your head – WHY ME ? Then you get up and fill the water bottle and drink a lot of icy cold water. Doesn’t seem to help. Then you (I mean “I”) look around the hostel. You are alone. All the others have gone to work. Unlike you, they are people who “do something” ! Suddenly you feel pathetic. The future ‘had’ to be bright. You were not meant for this, you dude. But that’s how it is today and today you cannot change it. This is the day that you have to live. And this is the effect that rejection can have

– You can be a writer !

And then anger grips your veins again and you say to yourself, “I will win”. That’s the residual effect of repeatedly listening to “We gonna win”. Ha ! Bryan Adams, I tell you. But this is no joke. Time is slipping out of your hands. Then you begin to reason. Reason always takes over a reasonable mind. But you don’t want your mind to be just reasonable anymore. You want it to be mad. “In a moment of madness” is a good topic for Group Discussion, I suppose. And in a moment of madness you say to yourself, “There must be something that can be done. Every problem just sits pretty and waits to be solved”. That’s it. You’re done. You’re fed up. You’re fired. You’re fired up.

Unconvincingly and without purpose you pick up your pen again and start thinking that maybe someone wants you to be tougher. Someone. You “hope” there is a “someone” who wants you to be tougher. But you don’t know if that entity exists. You yourself are the creator of all your problems – this is a fact that you are aware of. Then maybe that “someone” is you only.

Escapism is a bad thing. Actually all the fun lies in looking straight into the eyes of your fears. Your fears are your weak points. Achilles heals. And you know that your fears have beaten you many times in the past. You remember those times. Oh how your fears have mercilessly left you to be ignored while others strolled by. Others, they were not better than you, you assume. Look at the most successful person you know. He is fearless – at least in what he does to be successful. That’s how it goes. “A person who cannot overcome his weaknesses can never be successful”, I overheard someone saying it once. Guess it. Your fears are your weaknesses. Think about it. Who can stop a person who has overcome his fears ? None. A person who beaten his fears goes about his way fearlessly. His actions will show you his strength. When weakness eliminates, only strength remains. Persevere. Yes, persevere. You know a lot, you think. Reason has taken over but a shining metallic element of madness has decided to take room in your brain – permanently.

Prophecy maybe a good thing sometimes, you think. But speech without action is like heart without blood – lifeless.

It’s time to act. It’s time !!


Ramayana, in today’s times, holds very little relevance and I’ll explain that afterwards. Ramayana reminds me of two things . Two unusual things – Mahatama Gandhi and the BJP.
The father of the nation died dreaming of an ideal state – the Ram Raj where all sections of society would be given the same privileges. And where all religions would be tolerant. But do we have the India he dreamed of? Of course not. We have all the examples that we need – gujarat riots, maharashtra riots, orissa riots, babri masjid, malegaon, train blasts – if one is outside the house then one is not sure to return. And do I believe my eyes and my ears when a major political party like the BJP supports hindu extremist organizations like the RSS, VHP and the Bajrangdal. And when the same party promises a Ram Raj to us.
Ram and the Ramayana have merely been reduced to literature which is why in the beginning I said that Ramayana holds little relevance today. But that sounds pessimistic, right?
You see its so easy to be an optimist and to have sophisticated intellect and discuss high sounding matters while sitting in the comfort of our homes. To be an optimist is a great virtue but at the same time one must remain realistic too. Like Sri Ram himself who was optimistic of winning his wife back but at the same time he did not go empty hands to fight the great king Ravana.
So let’s be practical. Ramayana is of little importance in today’s times but this is the very reason that we must strive to follow it. We only give importance to something when we lack it. It is high time that we realize the fact that we so much lack the Rama values and let it be the motivation to study Valmiki’s Ramayana.

The Time and The Table

I’ve made time tables. A lot of ’em. And I’ve made plans. Quite a lot. Let me not surprise you now – they all failed… miserably. Which is why I began asking myself The Fundamental Question of Reason – why do we plan?
And let me play the oracle now. We do not make time tables to wrap up stuff or to schedule our days or to cover up our sinful backlog. We do it so that we could fool our brains into believing that all is ‘OK’ and the power of time management can, in fact, turn things around. And that in the end things will fall in their proper places. But that’s alright too. It’s human nature to be hopeful.
No, it’s not that time tables and plans just cannot work. They can. And they sometimes do. But it’s just that they require ‘not-so-common’ qualities like sincerity, diligence and discipline.

“A Dimpy-less life”

Anybody who knows about me, knows about Dimpy. It has always been official and always a pleasure. If you find the english childish or lacking in vocab, do not complain. Today I write for her and I know she wouldn’t mind- my first love.

Even as tears stop listening to me and cannot be held back, I write.
“Die , my sweetheart, die. It’s time for you to leave. Go now “. With such words and eyes ebbing of tears I bid Dimpy farewell. It was 2 am in the morning and I was sitting beside her, with her head resting silently in my lap. Caressing her forehead I somehow knew that this was going to be our last meet. Even though I knew that she had lost most of her audile and vocal abilities along with her eyesight, it was clearly visible on her face that she comprehended my message. After a while I went to bed and cried for a few more moments and never knew when I fell asleep and the next day came back to Noida. This was the last time I loved her. This was the last time we talked. This was the first time we separated ………. never to unite again.
Dear friends and dear foes, Dimpy left this world on 11:45 am on 25th July, 2008 – four days after our last interaction. Her condition began deteriorating just after I had requested her to die. She ate less, drank less, slept more and became almost bed-ridden – as if she was convinced that the world held nothing more for her. During her last three days she did not take any meals and refused to drink water or milk. My mother just used to wet her tongue with some ganga-jal (water from the holy Ganges). Her end had arrived and she was ready to leave. But maybe there was something, some unfulfilled desire, a last wish or hope that she was waiting for. On the 25th at 11:30 am my father rang me up to inquire whether I was going to come home that day or not ( they did not tell me about Dimpy’s condition ). Even though some voice at the core of my heart told me that I should go, I said no to him. This was the last mistake I made in her lifetime. …..she was waiting for me, she wanted me to be with her in her last endeavour. As if she came to know I was not coming, fifteen minutes hence she passed out her last breath . 11:45 am – Dimpy died. A phenomenon ended. A death less ordinary.
Dogs don’t die easily, they say . A dog’s death is like a metaphor for the worst of deaths possible. But no, not Dimpy’s death. She died the most silent and peaceful death. She had a beautiful death, just as golden as her life had been. People find it hard to believe but Dimpy was 18 years of age. I do not possess a formal proof for it but she has had been with me since the days she could be picked up by one hand. Since the days she weighed no more than a laptop. I never wanted a troubled end for her. She was having a lot of problems lately. It took her a lot of time to even muster up courage to stand on her feet and sometimes she just could not stand. For the last four years, she was regularly on medicines. Her bones had weakened, eyesight was lost, she hardly uttered anything and could no even hear properly. For such reasons, she had to be kept in chains all the time – something that I strongly disapproved of. She had grown thin and powerless and used to skip meals. These were natural age related problems and I wanted her to leave at the proper time before things went on to be worse for her. After such a wonderful life she had, I did not want see her leaving in pain. My mother is relieved that she died a perfectly natural death. Dimpy was no less than a daughter in disguise for her. Is my mother ashamed that she loved Dimpy as if she would have loved her own daughter? Not at all. Never. She never pretended to love her. She loved her deeply and would never deny that love.
Everybody does not have a best friend. But every dog (or any animal for that matter) is ready to be someone’s best friend. I was a best friend to Dimpy. She meant a world to me and still does. 18 yeras is a long time but it seems as if it were yesterday that we were fooling around the house. There are tales to be told and storybooks to be written about the life we shared. Such a life can spark inspiration in anyone.
Circa 1991. I am small and learning how to ride a bicycle. My father is with me and we stop at some neighbour’s house. There I see Dimpy for the first time ……..she is small too, very small, small enough to be called a pup. But she is quite a handful too. She rivets my attention at once. I always become excited when i see any pup, dog (any animal actually)…even today, although the reasons have changed. We stop there for a moment or two and my eyes remain fixed on her. But she ?Heavens, such attitude !! This was our first interaction. After that I used to go to their house on a regular basis – just for her. I wanted her, in my deepest desires I wanted her. As elders say, and if there is, indeed, some mechanism that listens to a child’s wish on a fast track basis, then I confirm it’s existence. I wanted her and after a few months, I had her. The aforementioned neighbour wanted to sell off Dimpy (retards or what ? ). I heard the news. And I knew my father loved me more than anything else so I explained him in the best possible way all the reasons I could think of for having a dog, all the reasons that an animal-loving small boy could think of at that age ( although today I can write a book on why you must have an animal in your life ). Wow, so great, Dad was on my side. But hey, great love has to overcome great obstacles too – that’s my mom. She’d had some unpleasant experiences back at her place with the dogs when she was a kid ( bites and all ) so she was like – ” why on earth do we want to raise a dog ? “.
It was summer and my mom took me to Gaziabad for vacations. The rest is history. When we came back, Dimpy was already home. I love my dad for what he did.
She was a bundle of hyperactive energy ready to explode anytime the chains went loose. In the previous life, Dimpy was called Jackie. Dimpy was given her name by Lovely bhaiya who initially taught me all the dog basics. Seriously, the initial knowledge I got from him still holds as the fundamental dog basics. In a few months time she had grown big enough to cause a racket around the place. Whenever she got (accidently) unchained she would run, she would run as if she was in some marathon and she had a gold waiting for her, she would run as if her running would inspire people to drop weapons and love each other, as if she was on a running mission, she would run wild and beastly and with full force and energy, letting her libido loose. An unimaginable force. A lightning bolt.
And with such energy around me how could have I resisted change. She had the ability to turn things upside down, topsy-turvy – and my life was not going to be an exception. But I was satisfied. I had a dog, and that too the one I wanted. I no longer had the will to sleep those “extra” two minutes before getting ready for school. She was the reason – she was the first thing that I wanted to see each morning. You can understand how a small boy can get excited beyond limits. But the passion was here to stay. And it did, for 18 short years. Each morning I got up, the first thing I did was to see her. Back then we lived as a joint family. There were too many people around for her to recognize the one. Among all the people who took her for walks and who provided her with meals it was difficult for her to estimate my importance in her life. So, she took me as an almost nobody. For her, I was just a curious boy. Nevertheless, I knew things would change.
Then we moved to another place where Dimpy started acknowledging me since there were just three people for her this time – myself, mommy and papa. She held mom and dad in high regards. But me ?? Naa. She put me equivalent to herself. A dog has respect levels in its brain. The first level belongs to the person(s) whom it considers the master(s) ( mom and dad in this case ). The second level belongs to the dog itself and any other person whom the dog thinks is equivalent to itself ( like other dogs ………and me, in this case ). In the third level the dog recognizes relatives and friends whom the dog thinks as mostly harmless. The next level belongs to people whom the dog has the authority to bite at sight.
At home, I always wanted to be in her proximity. It’s hard to explain the look in her eyes – full of mischief, ignorance but always full of curiosity. I loved that look. I poured my bagful of toys in front of her so that she could choose the toy she wanted to play with. As (to our horror) we found out later, all she wanted was to chew stuff to bits and pieces. And she did that – with all the things she could lay her teeth on – the curtains, footwear, bedsheets, plastic balls and what not. Her teeth were inexplicably sharp. But it’s all a part of growing up. We knew that. It would take volumes to explain all her growing years – dog biscuits, liver tonics, Ostocalcium vet, syringe shots and so on – all that a growing child could be provided for. She was one highly pampered kid in the family. Gradually but convincingly she became the center of distraction in our lives. Barking, running here and there, being able to wreck havoc if things didn’t go her way, she could do anything. She always wanted attention. She was not one of those dogs who would curl up in some corner or go beneath the bed and sleep there. She had all the place to herself and with the amount of love she was getting she thought that she was an incarnation of some deity. She always lay in the center of the room, and in the summers never drank non-refrigerated water. In the winters she ate omlettes, boiled eggs, cashew nuts, on a regular basis. I simply loved to see her eat. When I saw her eat, it felt as if I was the one getting filled. Her hunger became my hunger and her thirst became my thirst.
No words can explain the life we shared. People mostly fail to really understand their pets. The reason – they treat them as pets. I hate this word. Dimpy was never a pet. She was my first best friend and remains so. It’s only when you let them be a part of your life that you really get (the privilege) to unravel them. Just to give you an example how well we understood each other I’d let you know of a really simple game we used to play. I used to take a plastic ball (she knew what I was going to do and become excited but always remained calm) and place it on the floor. Unlike other dogs who would rush to grab the ball she simply used to stand on one side of the ball because she knew that what was to come was more fun. After placing the ball on the floor I used to step back a little. Standing on either side of the ball opposite to each other we had our eyes fixed on it and from time to time we used to look at each other too. Then one of us would initiate the game by moving one step forward towards the ball in a slow motion. The other would respond by doing the same. At all times the two pairs of eyes would remain fixed on the ball. When we reached close enough to the ball, I would move my hands and she would move her mouth towards the ball in a very slow motion. And then suddenly but intentionally one of us would attack the other and all hell would break loose. We would fight each other till we lay exhausted on the floor. The idea was not to grab the ball but to have fun by fighting each other. Rolling on the floor, sometimes one on top of the other, we played our hearts out. In the end I would caress her, she would lick my face and then I would pour water for her and drank some myself too. After that she would rest by my side while I did my school work. Life was simple Life was good.
I can write volumes about such games and incidents that are studded like gems and scattered throughout the fabric of my memory of the time we spent together. But they are not for public scrutiny. They are stuff that I would treasure for this lifetime. She remains forever alive in my heart, in my attitude, thoughts and in the way I still love her.
Things changed when I moved into college life. Another city meant that now was the time we separated. That’s when she started getting old. Away from each other, I longed to see her face. When I used to go home and during my project in the vacations she always used to stay and sleep beside my study table in my room. I too would remain in her close proximity – as if we were making up for the lost time. We were.
I would have to conclude it now. Day before when I was going to college I saw a lady standing at the roadside. She was caressing a stray dog. The dog was whining as if it had not been loved for ages. Constantly wagging it’s tale and moaning in appreciation, the dog made for an emotionally overwhelming sight. The lady, possibly waiting for some bus, felt no shame or insult in loving a stray dog. She had made his day. Something that they both won’t forget for a long time.
Some people use the word ‘dog’ as a derogatory comment. In India, especially, being an animal enthusiast is not considered a ‘very good thing’. Here society demands the person to look neat and tidy. Essentially, kids are encouraged to stay away from animals. Why, I ask ? Animal Planet’s slogan – Aakhir animals bhi toh human hain ( even animals are humans ) holds no meaning in this country. For those who think that they are superior to dogs I have something from Mark Twain – Heaven goes by favor, if it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.

Take an animal home. Be it anything – dog, cat, parrot …anything. If you think that you cannot afford to have a dog(or any animal for that matter) I’d like you to know something – No matter how little money or how fewer possessions you own, having a dog makes you rich. Contrary to all beliefs, it’s not the bread that they are in urgent need of, it is the love that you have been holding back from them.


It is said that no country is as poor as to have only one god. For gods, can be created very cheap. Going by this, India is a very rich country. Rich with all it’s gods and all of it’s religions.
A very good morning to one and all. Today I present before you some views on a subject that runs in the very heart of this subcontinent. A subject that is both controversial and has the potential to cause irreparable damage if not handled properly. The one key that can make all the nation sit up and listen and take action. Though millions in this country go to sleep empty stomach but they can never afford to sleep on this issue. I talk of – Religion and India.
Religion is something that’s regarded true by the people, false by the wise and useful by the rulers. Since times immemorial, this world has been a witness to what religion can make out of men and how it can be used to motivate politics and uproot civilizations. But India has always been a quiet, peace loving country, although religiously awake – all this before the english came. The english brought with them the seeds of communal disharmony and used religion as a blade to cut the veins of trust, brotherhood and unity . Blinded by our religious faith, we allowed them to put us into a deep slumber. Two fifty years down the line we are still not ready to get up.
Even in these times of technology and globalization, india is a country where religious sentiments are on a rise – even at the stake of nation’s progress. I agree that the present generation has a different approach to religion but it will take ages to do a complete turnover of the mindset but by that time many godhra and babri masjid incidents would have happened. Shall we let this land of knowledge and sages burn till that day?
This country has an opposition that is purely religiously motivated – the BJP. This fact is not hidden from anyone today that Vishwa Hindu Parishad, a close ally of BJP, were responsible for the gujarat mishap. What good is a religion that’s bent on destroying national heritage and monuments that are 400 years old – I’m talking of babri masjid and the role played by Bajrang Dal in the same. These are only a few recent instances where religion has shown it’s ugly face. There are numerous other examples too – the partition in 1947, the golden temple issue, ’93 blasts in mumbai, the J&K issue…….the list in never ending.
Religions were made to teach the way to reach god. But considering how they have been used, today religion itself challenges the existence of god. I guess religion exists so that men can commit sin and still live without guilt.
The world has been continuously plagued by terrorism which is nothing but a religious issue. And as long as we have scars of religious ambitions entrenched in our hearts – no country is safe and no boy or girl innocent.
How can we expect our nation to be a superpower someday when communities here are suppressed on religious grounds. Dr Kalam has aptly said that when a country ceases to think, small minds overpower it. There is only one hope that can address this issue – good education. And it remains our unfulfilled duty towards india to educate the masses about the metaphysics of religion.
In the words of Dalai Lama – “This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples, no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple, the philosophy is kindness.”
Till then, it remains adversity in diversity here.


Not a friendly message to read aloud at an ATM when there is a long queue of “money-minded” people waiting outside to insert their friendly ATM cards. But it was happening. There I was, standing in a not so roomy room with broken down air conditioning and shouting aloud the message, but silently. You see, I didn’t want to disturb the tranquility of the not so roomy room. When I had inserted the card for about six times or so, the crowd outside began to show its presence by knocking on the glass pane of the door. When they had knocked for about six times or so and when I thought I had been inside for long enough, I relented to their appeals and chose to step out. Stepped out, met strange looks and grim faces. I thought they were going to eat me with their eyes or sumthin’. But just then I realized that it was a democracy and it was not allowed for a person to eat another person just like that. And for a crime that was too small to be even registered. So I heaved a sigh of relief and quietly joined the queue, of course, at the end. In this manner, I visited the not so roomy room ( with broken air conditioning ) three times and inserted my card ( bending it like this and bending it like that ) six times or so, in each of my turn, six times or so they knocked the door and I would again go back at the end of the queue. It was a Monday and I don’t know what made the people believe that it was the best day for taking out the money, as if the ATM’s around the world would go out of order the very next day. I wondered what made them so “money-minded”. I came very close to success when during one of my three trials I managed to get a mini statement of the balance but just as I tried to get the money, it displayed the “message of the day” again. It was getting late, I was hungry, had to buy a book, was exhausted ( injury loves melody , they say ) and was in no mood to go for a fourth trial. So I remembered a phrase and did the needful – “When the going gets tough , I stop going”.