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Sometimes one gets an opportunity of a holiday and grabs it because it is a cheap offer. I had done it once and had a lesson of life time. I had left my kids with their studies and went on a trip with my dear wife to Singapore with just the airline tickets of to and fro. I had heard of little India and I had thought of bargaining a cheap hotel there. I succeeded in my goals but missed my children there. Then only we decided we will plan a proper tour with our children always. We didn't enjoy because of lack of presence of our children. Their memory pinched us everywhere.
Then we planned a grand trip with our kids. This time we didn't want to roam searching for Hotel in an unknown land and be turned down saying "sorry sir, we are full." and spend precious time in haphazard manner. Somethings are learnt in life the harder way and I write this so that reader friends too understand the perils of unplanned holiday trips as well and trying a go by leaving kids behind. Each and every moment passes like an eternity without kids to share the adventures and scenic beauties at far away holiday rendezvous stations. Once you leave them behind that whole tour gets spoiled and jeopardised. Prudent people can understand what I am pointing at in earnest. Life lessons are learnt the harder way. I am not describing my woes. just an eye opener for dear mates. I will try to be as concise as possible. So bear with me friends.
So, this time everything was planned thanks to a friend who was a club Mahindra member. He got us booked at Club Mahindra Resort Hotel at Mashorba, Shimla hills. One great thing that happened was that at the last day we all were filled with heavy hearts and kids wanted to stay just one more day. Despite being full on bookings they somehow managed to extend our stay for another day. How much overjoyed kids were to hear of their affirmative response by their Manager. I understood they keep themselves prepared for any last minute emergencies.
Club had gym and spa as well. Here we worked out and relaxed. Jam-session with D.J. to dance to the music. It was their immaculately planned endeavor to make the stay of tourists a memorable one. We saw the sparkle in eyes of our kids.
We got more than we had dreamed of. The kids, so very much enjoyed playing games with tourist kids staying there at Club Mahindra itself. We wanted the day to pass slowly, but alas! It flied away. Soon we returned with pleasant memories to cherish leaving our hearts behind.
I will always remain indebted to my friend who had showed me the right path towards planning an enjoyable holiday trip.
Of all the tours I took, the one at Club Mahindra Resorts was the super best.
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This is me crying. Yes, I am Humanity and my eyes are sore as hell by now. I have been back stabbed endless of times but some how I was still alive God knows why. To see this day. Why didn't I die, before I witnessed such dastardly atrocious act tethering me to pieces.
Every time I was stabbed I cried and wanted stern action on terror but could see many adding fuel to the terror only. How I frantically pointed to the world, this is "Terror" just say no word and smash it off. But I was aghast to see people beating around the bush. And Terror added to their strength and I grew pale and weakened on the verge of dying.
Once again I warn the world to awaken itself and fight the terror with all might. Do not mess the fight by naming any religion to it. Just take the challenge and smash it to pieces like they did to me.
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I want to say so much but I started way too late and I have to conclude my say fast enough. I wish to convey my message that we have weak heart so please do not scare the nuts out of them by rash driving. Our life is in your hands so drive responsibly if not for yourself, for us.
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I woke up startled at the ruckus of coolies. I had overslept and seeing three coolies eyeing to grab my baggage in earnest to earn some money. I politely denied them all as I knew I could carry my baggage myself with ease. But before that I had too much work to do. Station had arrived but I felt strong pressure to relieve myself. I couldn't leave the baggage unattended at destination station, HOWRAH. I decided to control and get to my destination as soon as possible. Slowly I waded my way out of the station with my baggage rolling.
I took a seat on the bus and waited anxiously for it to take me to my friends house in Taratolla fast enough. Seeing the jam at Howrah bridge I cursed myself for not coming in a day early. I had thought of refreshing myself with a nice Shave and going for the interview but looked I would have to forgo all these trivialities and be on time for the interview, that's all. My stomach ached to let go some air at least but I had held steadfast as I was a man of etiquette. I stood with no choice but to de board mid way with my baggage near the Company office where I had been required to come back. I hesitantly stood in front of the reception desk with my bulky baggage in tow. Hair all disheveled, with a careless beard of some days on my face I awaited the reaction of the gorgeous receptionist at the counter. Her reactionary exclamation upon my inquiry of waiting hall of for interview hit hard on my brains, "Kee daaroon". My mind told me to take it as a compliment and despite my stomach's pressures I managed a smile for her, thinking she would be greeting me daily now.
Interviewer was a stout composed middle aged man, clean shaven, hair combed immaculately, as if done by her mother. I felt a sense of discomfort welling inside me.
Before he could utter a word I mustered some strength to clarify my appearance. Seeing the receptionist I didn't want to loose this job by any means. I had been fully confident of my learning and I knew any company would be damn lucky to have me. But now I needed this company only. I had to make amends fast enough.
I began "Sir, the roads are so jammed that if I went home to change I would have been late. This is the first time you are seeing me like this and I assure if I get the job, it's going to be a long innings of prosperity of the company along with me. I will leave no stone un turned to see our company on a "numero uno" position within three years.
My would be boss smiled at me and said, "I was determined to reject you by your lousy appearance but your one word has been able to sell you to my company. You may not be knowing but your word "Our Company" turned my mindset. "You are hired" and this is my record that the first time I have hired a disheveled un groomed man.
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Mood was totally not supporting the flow of thoughts. By this time I could have concluded a blogpost but the start was not even getting off the mark. I thought it better to chit chat a little at indi talk to sharpen up the mind a bit and it really worked.
Got the clue to start the blog post. Why was I stressing myself out for this pre marital sex issue? Could it make any difference if I thought otherwise? No! We progressed into this culture and those left behind were entering the same domain in bands, joyfully. Those thinking otherwise on fear of being castrated old fashioned just kept mum with helpless silent eyes.
Cultures and traditions change with time and according to needs of people. I always remember the koan said by none other, the less speaking Prime Minister of India Mr.Mannohan Singh ji. "Galati lamhe ne ki, Sazaa sadion ne paai." ( a mistake of a second and generations were punished.) Today we can see perverts in great multitudes everwhere we look due to strict orthodox attitude on sex. One is afraid to use the word even in writing the word "SEX". Friends can sense the suffocation I must have felt in writing on this topic. Even celebration of day of love is met with rowdyism from orthodox quarters. Times are changing and with that our views too need to change.
Mind goes back to the old days system prevalent in our culture. Most of my friends must have heard of the word "nagar vadhu" (literally meaning "Bride of town." This coveted title went to the most beautiful deserving candidate then. Any person from town could satisfy his desires as she was for all. This left no room for pervert mindset as no desires were suppressed by the culture. An old anecdote comes to mind where King Ashoka the Great was strolling besides the ganges river early in the morning and suddenly he mused to his Minister, "who can change the course of flow of this mighty river?" To which his minister replied without hesitation " I think only the Nagar Vadhu Bindumati can do it my lord". Bindumati was then summoned and asked to change the course of the river. They say at the slight touch of her hand to the ganges water, the flow of water started going in the reverse direction. Everyone was amazed by her feat. King then enquired how she had attained such power. She said humbly, "My Lord, a great saint had advised me on attainment of the Nagar Vadhu title, to treat all persons coming for my service as equal, be it king or a pauper. I took this advice and give my full self to all without discrimination what so ever."
We saw the Kamasutra. This epic faced wrath of the pundits then but it had the divine message to unite with the self, written by Maharishi Vatsyayana. Then the statues at Ellora hills. What a brave enlightening work of art. It is said that it all depends upon the way we see things. We gain or loose by our mentality glass through which we classify a thing as good or bad.
I opine that we need outlook change in cultures with the changing times. We need scientific system for healthy society. We need open minds not closed ones. We should face the harsh reality before it crushes our backbones. Gone are the days when people were effectively convinced to follow a path of virginity in the name of "SIN". It was our forefathers bold steps into scientific study only that they evaluated "TANTRA" wherein nothing was taken as sin. Each and everything was considered a Godly realm and means to achieve enlightenment.
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I contemplated upon.
I contemplated upon Swachh Bharat Mission.
Mind threw in the towel before contemplation could kick start, in to the clean paradise. I woke up to the harsh reality. The tireless honking of cars on the road were not the culprit in to my broken trance as mind had grown immune to these petty disturbances. Mind had become like hardened steel which none could dare bend. It mocked weak mind's plight of the Lucknow Nawab who had said, "one doesn't need a knife to kill him, just take him near the filthy sewage and he would die."
Yes, India had outgrown the delicacies to become tough immunity certified nation. We had grown into wading through smut laden street easily with no rupture to the lungs. Lungs too boasted upon their miraculous strength acquisition. Legs could sense the various poops upon the road and pass spic clean while mind busily tackled gross national problems simultaneously. This could be clearly classed into "multifarious multi tasking". We miss them dearly in foreign lands. Some even fall to break their bones as they are completely unused to the spic clean roads in other countries.
We were not like this in the olden days, my contemplation went on. Surrounding nations had fancifully called India as "Bird Of Gold". They longed to somehow get admission to study in the word famed Takshshila University or Nalanda University. Contemplation delved more deeper back into the Harappa era, where towns were so scientifically planned that the roads were swept by the winds.
How the hell did we land in the pitiful mess. What great thinking led us into such precarious situation we are in now my mind stressed upon the contemplation to reason into the root of the cause and effects. The shameful lack of imparting proper education to our children since some generations has landed us in this my mind tried to convince my poor head. I could sense some sense in it. One thing leads into another in a chain reaction. This small education fallacy led into people without a proper agenda and led us into over populated cursed state. Is it that we were over populated the root cause of the mess we were in? Were there ways to convert this man power into supporting the Swachh Bharat mission? Mind looked satisfied at reaching near a remedy. It is not as easy as it looks. Efforts were needed from all directions from all the living and the non living beings present in India. This needed a prioritised efforts from all quarters as if a war against the neighbouring nation was initiated. As in a war we fight the enemy along border, here the enemy had occupied all our streets and public places and it had to understand we meant real business this time.
We have our prides in National Bird, National animal etc. Now the need had arisen to classify a new koan, National Shame. Any act of messing the public places needed a classification under the term "National Shame". This needed to be broadcasted as an agenda of our Nation. People active on war on National Shame would be rewarded amply and awareness on clean surrounding broadcasted in each area of nation. Swachh Bharat would lead us into the much desired koan "National Pride" yes Swachh Bharat can be achieved and it would be our National Pride. Let us kick start the Swachh Bharat Mission with a renewed vision.
This was no lowly virus, a great one with a honorable lineage. Since his birth he had seen no dearth of resources of any kind with his obedient masses ready to lay their lives for him at a single command.
He had in him the urge to explore different areas. He had widely traveled all across India freely without slightest discomfort using ample conveyance system present but now arose in him the desire to travel to a foreign destination. He had heard of Singapore a lot and expressed his desire to his father. His father was a little worried. He knew he couldn't show him any reason and he risked his life there. He sent with him thousands of viruses to take care of his health and engulf him at all times to save his life. He embarked upon his journey along with them nicely tucked upon the inner compartment of a suitcase and had lost all his companions army at the Singapore airport itself. Had their spray been little more stronger he too could have collapsed but by sheer luck he was saved at the martyrdom of his loyal companions. He was dismayed to see an atmosphere clean of any virus. He longed to see one of his kind and none was in sight. Suddenly his eyes lightened up seeing a small fragile virus going into the earth via a buried pipe. He followed him hoping to find some company. He was all starved and knew he couldn't fare well in this land. He cursed himself for not obeying his father.
He traveled very deep into the soil following the fragile weaker virus. He was relieved to find some dingy air, and his body gained some strength. He was surrounded by ample viruses speaking different language which he couldn't fathom. All were shouting some slogans and quieted upon arrival of a king virus.
The king virus was stout and elegant. Seeing the stranger virus he started speaking in the Indian language which baffled him. He had thought he would die in sn unknown land unable to express himself to these wobbly speaking nuts but alas!!. There was some glimmer of hope. King confided in him that he had come here years ago from India itself and saved these fellow viruses untimely death by his sheer intelligence. He told him of the regulations of his regime. The surviving breather was channeled on payments and he was given a sample nourishment free when king ordered his servants to remove the controlled opening of a miniature hole. He had never in his life tasted such unique taste. All his fatigue gone in a jiffy he longed for more but the opening was concealed immediately. Now came the offer from the king he had dreaded. Either marry his daughter who was eyeing his eight pack abs covertly and enjoy the kings patronage free of cost or be shown the way to return to his homeland. The choice was very difficult to make and he stood on doldrums. His affinity to return to his homeland or enjoy the kingdom patronage. The choice was real hard. It would have been easier for him to decide had he not tasted the sweet aromatic gush of breather or the marriage offer. He decided to get a return passage with a heavy heart.
The king had then asked him if he was well versed in the Indian yoga system, to which he had shown his bad luck that though he had heard of it here and there but he hadn't given it any serious thought. King then said that first he will be taught the salient breath control via samadhi. He was utterly dismayed. These things which he had never given a damn shit for was so much handy in life saving. Soon he had grasped the technique of staying in a dead posture breathing nothing for days. When he was ready king had sent him to the nitrogen ice factory where he had to let himself into the nitrogen chamber in dead posture to be frozen within the nitrogen ice for days until he got packed with the ice-cream cubes and shipped to India back by air.
He had no other choice. This was the safest route for him. If this nitrogen didn't melt in five days, his grave could be in this nitrogen itself. He had prayed solemnly asking the strength to bear the tough ordeal and let himself into the flux of nitrogen in the newly learnt samadhi posture to travel back to India.
He saw into my eyes through the microscope pleadingly as if saying all that he had said was true and let him join his fellow brethren.I triumphed over catching hold of a leader virus. I knew he was in for a nightmare once he saw what had happened to his fellow beings while he had been away, under our new regime of "Swachh Bharat". I wanted to show him that his days were over and done before giving the killing shot. I felt an overwhelming pity for the poor fellow. I tried to lower the blow on him while showing him around. I could see the tears rolling in his eyes as he stood upon his father's burial place. I told him that his father was so lucky to have been killed by none other our Prime Minister himself. No other virus in the world can boast of such a heroic stature. Just see it like this that God Rama killed Ravana giving him Moksha. I cannot say your father got Moksha, but surely a small token of appreciation I will try to get a tombstone erected stating "Here lay virus killed by our Prime Minister Narendra Modi Ji." Then I took him to Mumbai where his brother lay with his kingdom swiped away. I consoled him saying, he couldn't even imagine a death by the Godly hands of none other our heart throb, Sri Amitabh Bacchan ji himself. How could I explain to him how lucky even I would feel to die by the very hands of Our Legend, but these things didn't seem to go into his head.
He stood crying profusely.
It was then that he pleaded to be sent back to Singapore that my dream broke. I lay in bed for hours thinking over and over again at the great ascent of my mind at cellular level.
Think friends think and act, before its too late.
This is a dream shown to us by none other, our great Prime Minister Shri Narendra Modi ji. We are used to the filthy smell around us and now a clean smut free surroundings look impossible as #MontuKevalBolega, #MontuKachraRoadPePhenkega, #MontuKabSudhrega.
Yes, this is our plight. We cherish clean surrounding but we keep on feeding rubbish in it. "Hum nahi sudhrenge".
This mission of Swachh Bharat can be a reality only if each one of us start acting instead of speaking. Each locality has it's curse to cope with. Local dumps carried on the roads as usual. Bold steps with bold determination are the need of the hour. Since this mission has begun with our prime minister catching the broom to clean the filth, each one of us should catch the broom too clean our surroundings. When we will get to the habit of doing this ourselves, then only the mission of Swachh Bharat can be a reality. This act has to go viral. Hash tag now would be #AbMontuSaafKarega. #SaaraBharatSaafKarega.
Each locality volunteers all over India should be tapped and given the target of monitoring their surrounding small area and keep it spic clean. Their motivating factor would lie in the sudden recognition of their good deeds being caught on camera by media and a suitable reward of simple dinner with their favourite film stars. Once some rewards start flashing by the media, more and more people will get motivated to keep locality clean. We have to put our ego in the dust bin, where it belongs and start up on the mission Swacch Bharat. I, just an ordinary layman, was really awed to see real great icons like Amitabh Bacchan, Anil Ambani, Sachin Tendulkar, etc. etc. catching the broom and sweeping the streets. What a benevolent act. Now if the enthusiasm dies out, their efforts would all go down the drain. The approach of media at this juncture should be to keep the flame alive and burning. The path is enormous and full of bleak hurdles. I dread this mission would face an untimely death by our own very hands if we do not wake up to the call. A start has been made and now it is for "US" to see it through to the end.
#WeWillWeWillCleanIt. Yes, you all heard correctly. No matter how much you mess, #WeWillSurelyCleanIt.
We worship God as we are conditioned to do so since childhood by our parents. The seeds were sown and very rarely people rebel. Many rebel and stop worshipping God when some work they entrusted God to do and is not done. In resentment they shun him. Some are lucky enough to get their work done and they keep on worshipping.
People are ready to lay their live for godly causes. Some are liberal, some staunch, some making money in the name of God, some selling God, some buying God, etc.etc.
God is getting fed up, i know you all are eager to know why, stay tuned for next post, which will come up only if this post receives comments.
I am waiting....,
This post is inspired by a topic at indispireWhy do we worship god? Share your reasons for worshipping gods#FaithvsFear
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A few days without gadget is a task in itself. I remember once I missed my smartphone and started on a journey. I returned after travelling miles to get my device.
It is easy to ask for such tasks but my opinion is that there is no addiction more severe than the infatuation of gadgets. People may dream of such stages or give religious koans for salvation etc. etc. but I cannot see myself without them . I may not be using them for hours at a stretch but the confidence that they are there within my reach with wifi connectivity gives peace to the heart.
I cannot say that I will die without my gadgets but will be practically dead for sure like the learned man from mighty Bengal, who when inquired by a press reporter of his current purchase of fish which were being advertised by government to be laced with disease and fatal for consumption, had replied witfully, "naa khele emni more jaabo," (without eating fish he would die none the less,) so he knowingly bought the fish and risked the chances of living.
God knows what I am blabbering but my friends who know me, know me well.
This post has been inspired by a topic at indispire by VP,experience about A 7 days experiment to stay away from all modern gadgets and apps like mobile, laptop-computers, internet, social networking, E-games and how you spent that time? with family? traveled? meditated, anything you experienced. #7dayexperiment
I had expected of my mind to come up with a great absorbing writeup for Lufthansa offering at indiblogger within the time frame and notch up the top prize. Time ran out faster and mind as lazy as it was and more Indian in every sense that it kept postponing until the last minute.
My more Indian heart somehow started the mind to come up with a writeup fast convincing it to write whatever and it wouldn't be disappointed if it couldn't be a winning one. Seeing this my mind started upon the crusade Lufthansa.
My mind being more of an Indian always went for best lowest offers while buying anything and had bought the cheapest possible tickets to London adding coupon codes etc. to full throttle. It hadn't thought of a layover of 12 hours at Riyadh airport. It was overjoyed to have saved 20k rupees and what was time in front of 20k. It could be killed eating nuts it thought. Being Indian I had ordered asian vegetarian meal before hand so that I would not have trouble on board.
I had settled in my seat and flight took off graciously. I started surfing the television screen but most channels were arabic and surfing was slow and hanging. Suddenly a lady at back seat fainted with her child crying heavily and soon announcement call of any Dr. overboard was made by flight captain and my heart started praying for the poor soul. Her blood pressure had gone down drastically. Luckily she survived. The food that I received was not my ordered one and I demanded my order and they somehow managed something mix and match just to scrape through.
The layover was strenuous one and passing each second was like an eternity. The savings of 20k were looking futile now with no place to lie down. Chairs were made in such a way that one could just sit straight.
At Ryadh airport I was saved a hassle as I asked a man the way to the connecting flight area and he mischievously told me the wrong way. I saw it led out and as I didn't have a visa of that country I could have landed in a lot of trouble in a foreign land. I asked another man and he guided me properly.
I had learnt a lesson the hard way. On return the airline counter staff advised me not to take any liquor or it will be confiscated at Ryadh airport. I blessed myself for non-drinking.
Later when I heard from my son the great food they served at Lufthansa and how they tirelessly attended his calls and served beverages, I started thinking to make better decisions next time.
The most accurate and precise and drastic prophecy was delivered by Jacques Cazotte at a diiner party in the year 1788 in Paris. One of the learned person present at the occasion Jean Francois de la harpe wrote a detailed account of the utterances of Mr. Cazotte.
Host of the dinner party was a distinguished nobleman and all highly acclaimed courtiers, lawyers, writers, ladies of noblemen were present at the venue. Jacques Cazotte himself was a well known writer who had authored a book on occult romance, "le diable amoureux". "The Devil in Love". Great dinner it was and wine had flowed freely and people shared their thoughts freely, mocking religion and voicing their thought on a revolution to do away with superstition and fanaticism.
Suddenly Jaques Cazotte had stilled everyone by his prophetic announcement. He had said, "ladies and gentlemen, be content, that you will all see the revolution that each one of you are so eager to witness. I am something of a prophet and i am sure you all will see it. You Monsieur de Condorcet, die prone on the stone floor of prison cell. You will perish by the poison you would have taken to save yourself the execution pains. And you Monsieur de Champfort, will cut your veins 22 times with a razor and you will still not die, until some months later. You Monsieur de Nicolai, you will die on scaffold. You Monsieur Bailly, will also die on scaffold.
Noblemen began to whisper that this man had gone mad, or he is just joking.
La Harpe, the host anx a noted free thinker objected that Cazotte had not predicted his fate. To which Cazotte had said, "Ah, for you, I see something more extraordinary. You will become a christian." Listening this entire table had started laughing and Champfort said he was relieved that we all will not die until La Harpe becomes a christian and we are practically immortal if we go by his statement.
Duchesse de grammont asked what was the fate of ladies. Cazotte had said, "Your sex ladies will not offer any protection in this bloodbath. You madam la duchesse and many other ladies will be taken to scaffold in executioners cart with hands tied behind your back like common criminals.
He shocked everyone by saying that no one will be spared, not even the king and queen of France.
This prophecy ranked in most accurate prophecies ever recorded as within five years Cazotte's vision had been met with in every detail as he had described.
This is a copy of painting of Jacques Cazotte giving his prophetic sermon at the dinner party taken from encyclopedia.
Tomorrow another saga will unfold, [only if readers expressly demand by commenting lavishly] stay attuned after commenting.