tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63995488323849690412024-03-13T07:56:10.289+05:30Interpretations from a Tilted AngleAmit Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05631527509261726487noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399548832384969041.post-20360034881952474882014-05-04T14:43:00.002+05:302020-08-17T19:46:12.994+05:30A Number on a Piece of Paper<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The lucidity of the sky in the night would give an
impression that the moon had made a formation of stars to descend on the roof
of the earth and embrace its beauty forever. Even animals and insects would
show their respect to the serenity of the night. At the crack of the
dawn, the smoke emitted from the chimneys of the houses would rise in the sky,
mingle with the mist, form different shapes, and then disappear with the cold
wind taking them away to a different destination. As the sunrays would
titillate during the day, the glistening skin would smile as if it has just
received a new lease of life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hidden behind the hazy sky, the moon would arrogantly walk
in the sky, feeling proud of its tranquillity, while the gunshots pierced the
silence of the night on the roof of the earth. The thick smoke, emitted out of
a houses slowly turning into ashes, would overshadow the mist, fight with the
wind, and make a layer in the sky. The body would shiver with fear and the
spine would hurt with continuous alertness for survival.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ananda had experienced both, while the memories of the
former slowly faded away; the latter remained as a nightmare. He was not
expecting that a seventy-two year old mind would remember everything, but he
was saddened as to why only those memories that at times brought smile on his
face slowly evaporated. He had been stuck on a particular page of the book
called life. In the quest of life, when the things at times becomes
meaningless, everybody hopes that one day the page will turn and the life will throw
something new. But for Ananda, life had been harsh. Deracinated long back, he
had stopped counting the years now, but it must have been around fifty years
since he last breathed the unpolluted air that blessed him after being filtered
through the mountains, floating above the uncontaminated water of the lakes,
and finally brushing the edelweiss grown in his backyard.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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In 1959, while the winter was still resistant and the
summer was yet to cement its foot, Ananda received the much awaited knock at
his door at the crack of the dawn. The twenty-three year old agile body of
Ananda swung up from bed and moved firmly towards the door. The unsettled waves
of thought hurtling inside his mind for the past few days finally matured and
started nurturing a dream, a dream to see Free Tibet. <o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="line-height: 150%;">He opened the door and two men with their head covered by
the woollen shawl entered. One man closed the door behind his back and stood
there while the other one walked a little ahead but stopped at the site of a
packed travel beg lying alongside the bed.</span></div>
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‘Oh! You are ready!’ He said with a big smile on his face.
‘I had thought that you will need some more time. We are proud of your
decision. Welcome.’ He stepped forward and hugged Ananda. The firmness in
Ananda's embrace exhibited the power and determination he had garnered in last
few days.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A few days back Ananda had attended a congregation having
religious pretext where the discussion mainly revolved around the freedom
struggle. Ananda was a silent spectator. After the congregation was over, two
people approached him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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‘Can we talk something important?’ One of them asked with a
straight face. Ananda was surprised, he couldn’t recognise them, but before he
could have reacted, one of them pulled him inside a room. The room was very
small with just a bed and a large metal trunk. Just above the bed, a flag
having two swords with yellow background decorated the wall. Ananda knew the
significance of the flag. The flag belonged to the<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>Chushi Gangdruk Defend Tibet
Volunteer Force</i>, which had only one objective, to throw the Chinese out of
Tibet. "<i>Chushi Gangdruk</i>" is a Tibetan phrase which means
"<i>land of four rivers and six ranges</i>" referring mainly
to Amdo and Kham region of Tibet.<o:p></o:p></div>
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‘I don’t think we need to introduce ourselves anymore.’ One
of the men said. ‘We need people. You look strong. You can be trained to the
highest level; we want you to join the group.’<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ananda was speechless and confused. He had never thought he
would be directly involved in the freedom struggle. He always believed that a
few Tibetans couldn’t drive out the ruthless Chinese, who outnumbered them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The men watching him carefully could read his face. One of
them came and patted on his shoulder and asked him to sit on the bed. With
hesitation, Ananda followed him. The other man opened the trunk, took out a
book, and handed it over to Ananda.<o:p></o:p></div>
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‘We are leaving you hear for a few hours, with a hope that
you will also be able to see the same dream... The dream we are living with ...
day and night.’ One of them said and they left the room.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Alone in the room Ananda kept watching towards the door for
some time. He weighed the idea to walk away from there. He didn’t belong to
this place. He was just a labourer, working for last four years, in the large
field illicitly acquired by a Chinese after 1951. He was the sole bread earner
of the family of four including him. His father was partially paralysed after
he slipped on the mountains on a rainy day. His mother contributed marginally
by growing vegetables in the backyard. And his sister younger than him,
confined within the walls of the house, spent the life under the continuous
fear of Chinese. No, his situation didn’t warrant him to jump into the freedom
struggle risking the future of his family.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ananda eyes fell on the cover of the book, a Chinese was
holding a gun on the head of a Tibetan monk. The patriot in him made him turn
the cover, and as he turned more pages, the persistent anger fuelled by the
contents of the book, which depicted, with words and pictures, the Chinese
massacre, and attack on the monasteries in their motherland, heated the blood
inside his body. A tightly clenched fist landed on the bed, this was the only
way he could have vented his anger at that moment. Within a few seconds, the
two men entered the room. The heat emitting from Ananda’s red eyes, hinted the
success of their mission.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;">‘Keep your energy saved for the Chinese.’ One of them said.
‘You are an asset for us.’</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;">‘I have a family to manage.’ Ananda finally spoke.</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;">‘The whole Tibet is our family. Can’t you see the suffering
of our brother and sisters?’</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;">‘But...’</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;">‘Dont worry, we have people here who will take care of the
basic needs while you will be on the training.’</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;">‘Training?’</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;">‘Yes, Training. We cannot fight against the Chinese like
this. We are carefully selecting people to send them to USA, you will be
trained by their CIA. I have heard that the training facility at Camp Hale in
Colorado is really good... They take good care of our people.’</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;">‘I don’t want to go outside my homeland. I have never
stayed away from my family.’</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;">‘Everybody among us has made some sacrifices. We don’t have
option, Do we?... Do you want our future generation to live like this?’ The
firmness in the man’s voice had increased. Ananda couldn’t find a word to
reply.</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;">‘Give me some time.’ Ananda said before leaving the room.</span></div>
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Within one month in Camp Hale, Ananda received the news
that the Chinese had attacked Dalai Lama and his Government had been dissolved.
The Dalai Lama had to take refuge in India, and he was running a Government in
exile.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ananda was getting restless. The rigorous training
procedures and the continuous feeding of Anti-Chinese tirades were slowly
turning him inhumane. He was seeking blood; blood of the Chinese splattered on
the ground and purify the soil of his motherland.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After six months when Ananda was air dropped by a parachute
inside Tibet along with nine other guerrillas, he saw increase of Chinese
dominance in Tibet. He was not allowed to visit his family. The guerrilla
warfare continued for a few days and Ananda could realise his dream of seeing
Chinese blood on the soil, but the satisfaction was short lived. Chinese
overpowered them in no time and eight people from his group were brutally
killed. Unknown of the whereabouts of the other survivor Ananda spent three
days hiding inside a large stack of timber, infringed by termites slowly eating
away the wood, in an abandoned timber yard. For those three days, he could keep
himself away from engaging in direct combat with the Chinese, but he could not
surpass the internal conflict rising with every passing moment. He was right
when he had thought that a few Tibetans could never pose a threat to the
Chinese. He had not seen his family for many months now. The last he had heard
was that during the combing operation of the Chinese in search of guerrilla
fighters, many houses in his small village were burned. He was not sure if his
family was still alive and waiting for him. As far as he knew, he was the only
person selected as a guerrilla fighter from his village. Was he responsible for
the devastation of the entire village? Physically he was on the verge of a
collapse and mentally he had already surrendered. But somewhere a small thought
was still protesting inside his mind. Was his life worst than a termite? Hidden
inside the cavities, the termites were eating the wood much larger than their
own existence, and within a few days, the wood would be untraceable.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The Chinese Army had already marginalised an earlier
attempt of the<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>Chushi Gangdruk</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>volunteers, and they already had
information about this second batch. The fourth morning, Ananda woke up with
the screaming of Chinese. Holding a gun in one hand and fire torch in other,
they were setting the yard on fire. Suffocated by the smoke, Ananda had to come
out to face the Chinese, who were waiting for him with the dead body of the
other survivor smudged in blood and soil.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Profoundly fed yet the thirsty guns targeted towards him
were waiting for a small command from the sinful yet remorseless hands of the
Chinese. The end was evident but the survival instinct coupled with his
understanding of the debility of the half-burnt timber stack that lay
unattended for many days, pushed him to search for an opportunity. He
took a large log in his hands, swung it with enormous pace hitting it hard on a
stack. The stack trembled and large logs, still burning, started rolling
towards the Chinese. Their guns started growling. Ananda took cover of the
stacks and ran towards the far corner of the yard. He climbed on the last stack
still unburned and jumped outside the yard into the forest downhill. The
dejected Chinese guns were still firing towards him and he was rolling amidst
the bushes and trees until his fall was broken by a rock. He was out of the
range of the Chinese. He opened his eyes to the piercing sunrays. His head was
about the burst with unbearable pain. He lost his consciousness.<o:p></o:p></div>
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For almost fifty years now, Ananda, the monk, was serving
the temple in Bylakuppe, Karnataka, the first Tibetan refugee settlement in
India. He was miles away from his root. Ananda faintly remembered that after
dodging the Chinese when he opened his eyes, he was a part of a migrating
troop, who had already crossed the border. He was in pain, a metal piece was
knocking strongly at the corridors of his brain, and the sword of separation
from his family and his motherland was piercing through his heart.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In Bylakuppe, people looked at him with respect and
amusement, a person, a freedom fighter, surviving for so many years with a
bullet still stuck inside his head was more than a miracle.<o:p></o:p></div>
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From freedom fighter to a monk was not an easy
transformation for Ananda, but the disturbing reference of a freedom fighter
killed a bit of his heart every time. The thought of the termite was already
eating his brain slowly. Ananda had to take asylum at the doorstep of God.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As the years progressed, the hurt of separation subsided.
The continuing Tibetan struggle reached him at regular intervals. The thought
of going back to his root crossed his mind many a times, but something unknown,
not fear, perhaps guilt, restrained him every time. He never set his foot
outside the monastery.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In 2008, just before the Beijing Olympics, when the
large-scale Tibetan uprising erupted, which also captured the interest of monks
residing outside Tibet, Ananda could not hold onto his emotions. A march by
foot was planned by monks from India to Tibet, as a protest against the
Chinese. The thought of going back to his motherland sent zesty waves inside
his body. He was skeptical, but perhaps he might find reminiscent of
his family. His tired old brain started weaving many dreams, very unrealistic
considering the prevalent scenario, but that didn’t deter him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ananda started his journey with an enthusiasm and a
determination that his dead body should receive<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>sky burial</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>in Tibet rather than being cremated in
India where he was a just a refugee, where the life was recorded as a number on
a piece of paper called registration certificate that needed to be renewed
every year.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Just before he could have joined the group to start the
march, he collapsed on the ground. Drenched in sweat and holding his head
tightly with his hands, he unsuccessfully fought his last battle. The loyal
Chinese bullet finally woke up and did its job, years after it was actually
destined to. A life, which made unfulfilled promises to his family and then to
his motherland, was lived as a mere number far away from his beautiful roots
and when the end approached even his motherland refused to accept him.<o:p></o:p><br />
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Amit Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05631527509261726487noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399548832384969041.post-71617440205273803032013-09-01T00:50:00.001+05:302020-08-17T19:46:55.319+05:30Tisca<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">A maple
leaf was flaunting its beauty while carelessly floating above the barren land
as if the air was blowing only for her. Soon a gust of wind defied her delusion
and took her miles away. Deb was standing in the middle of a barren land. He
looked towards the sky, the piercing sun-rays almost blinded him; he closed his
eyes and looked down. Rats were coming out of the cracks in the ground. He was
scared; beads of sweat started glistening on his forehead. Numerous rats
were popping out and were moving as if on cue in the same direction. He started
running towards that direction. At a distance, Tisca was pegged to the ground.
With loud squeak, the rats were wildly running towards her. She was shouting.
She was crying. She was unsuccessfully trying to free herself. A few meters
away from her, the rats stopped and made a circle around her. The squeaking
died. Cracks started to appear in the ground around her. The earth started to
cave in taking her inside. He was just a few yards away from her but he fell on
the ground. His face was smudged with sweat, sand, and blood. He stretched his
hands to grab her but earth had swallowed her entirely. He shouted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Completely
drenched in sweat, Deb woke up. This wasn’t the first time and definitely not
the last, he woke up to such a nightmare. He pressed his eyes with his palm and
then looked towards the side table. Tisca’s picture was missing. He jumped out
of the bed and strode towards the door. He held the doorknob but stopped. He
turned back and leaned against the door. Covering his face with his palms, he
sat on the floor with his back rubbing with the door leaving sweat marks on it.
He understood his mother’s intention; she wanted to reduce his pain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Two hours
later, he was standing in front of Tisca’s house. He lifted the latch of the
iron gate of the compound wall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">‘Fatto,
don’t make so much of sound.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">His eyes
searched for her, but she was not there, her voice was echoing inside his brain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">He trudged
towards the main door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">‘Can you
just walk a bit faster?’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">This time
he didn’t try to look around. He knew; she was gone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">He
hesitantly lifted his shaking hand to press the calling bell. He was not sure
if he should have come to her house on this specific day. He had debated it for
a long time. She would be disappointed, but he was helpless. An invisible
string was continuously pulling him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“Deb! How
are you?” Her mother opened the door and asked, though she knew how he was. He
didn’t reply. He entered the house like a stranger - nervous. “Would you like
to have something to drink?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“Water.”
He said. His throat was already dry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“You sit
here ...”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“No I will
be sitting in her room.” He interrupted her and started walking towards Tisca’s
room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Will he be
able to tolerate the emptiness inside the room? He paused before opening
the door and took a deep breath. The clack of the doorknob echoed inside his
ear. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Except for
the smell escaping from the room, everything else had her imprint. The three
teddy bears, her buddies, were sleeping on the bed. Perhaps they
shared more secrets with her then he did. They must be missing her as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Her mother
entered with a glass of water; even she looked around as if she had entered the
room after a long time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“When are
you going back to Bhubaneswar?... You have to start afresh.” She said while
handing over the glass. Her eyes started brimming. “This atmosphere won’t help
you.” She turned back hiding her tears and left the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">He kept the
glass on the side table and looked around the room once again. His eyes stopped
on Tisca’s Picture hanging from the wall. He started caressing the picture. His
hands moved from her forehead till the prominently visible dimples on her
cheek. He kept his hand on the picture and confoundedly stared at her innocent
smile for a few seconds then his eyes fell on the sandalwood garland hanging
from the picture. He started shivering, unleashing the barrage of his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Deb, fat
extra-infused and calmness redefined, fathomed the world as one large family
where love can conquer anything. Tisca, an ambitious and self-conscious beauty,
believed that love is a madness that spoils relationships. Irrespective of
their startling differences, they were names synonymous to each other among the
people who knew them. They were friends as far as the memory could go back in
the past. Everybody believed that they were a couple made for each other and a
romantic angle would be a natural progression of their relationship. This belief
was partly fuelled by Deb’s own acceptance on many occasions but her stubborn
attitude towards romance was a hindrance; after all, she was brought up by a
single mother.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Her
attitude never affected him; his love for her grew with every passing day. Though
he never made his feelings evident, his eyes at times defied him in front of
her. But, she had confined herself within a shield where she was not allowing
the ray of love skim through. She was a big fan of Shahrukh Khan, but she
skipped watching Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, every time it was aired on TV,
because it showed friendship culminating into a romantic relationship.
She also knew that, of late, Deb didn’t like her calling him Fatto, somewhere
even she disliked, but a change of reference would have revealed her soft
core. But, for how many days could she be able to pretend to be so strong
against the change?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Fatto, there
is a story behind this name as well. Tisca never called Deb by his name.
Initially, she used to call him just ‘F’. When they grew up and became
aware of the most famous ‘F Word’, she was ashamed but non-apologetic,
she started searching for the name replacement and among ‘Fatty’ and
‘Fatto’, she chose ‘Fatto’, the last letter ‘O’ symbolising his round shape.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Like
many middle-class teenagers, Deb was burdened with his father’s dream
to become an engineer. He never complained but his only wish was to get an
eligible rank in the entrance exam to get admission into NIT Rourkela, because
she being the sole support system of her mother, Tisca would never leave
Rourkela.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">But,
destiny had other plans, Deb couldn’t get admission into NIT, Rourkela and even
though he vehemently opposed he was forced by everybody including her to join
CET, Bhubaneswar. Tisca got admission into NIFD, Rourkela.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“Will you
miss me?” Deb asked. It was the penultimate day before Deb would leave
Rourkela. They were sitting in Tisca’s room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“Hey,
Fatto, don’t be so senti now.” Tisca replied without looking into his
eyes. Perhaps, she was more disturbed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">When her
father left her mother for another woman, Tisca was just twelve years old. Her
mother could never come out of that shock; she could never provide the mental
support a girl of that age needs. The society, instead of supporting them,
raised numerous questions. People having questionable intentions would raise
concern about the survival of the family without a man. It was during that
time, standing at the gate of adolescence, Deb had said with maturity and
firmness, “I am the man in your family.” Tisca never forgot those words.
Perhaps, she was in love with him since then, but her mother’s face,
expressionless yet the courses of tears cutting across her face reflecting her
broken interior, on the morning when her father left, remained adrift in
Tisca’s eyes for a long time. She had lost faith on relationships.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">At the age
when the mind weaves fantasies, Tisca was facing the cruel reality of the
apathetic world. She could find support only from Deb and he gradually became a
habit. Now, he was going away. Amidst the fear of losing the balance in her
life, she was still projecting a strong face in front of him. So, when he stood
in front of her with his arms stretched apart for a hug, she ignored him. It
wasn’t the first time they would have hugged, but she was worried that a hug
would have disturbed the balance even more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Even
though Deb was insisting not to attend the cricket match of the Sector
Tournament, she forced him to join, only to avoid longer interaction with him.
Though he agreed when she promised that she would watch the match, he wasn’t
happy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“Fatto,
can you really run?” She teased to lighten the situation, just before the match
was about to start.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“What’s
the need to run when you can hit sixes?” He replied with swallowed chest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“Oh,
really. Dont try to impress me with hollow talk.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“Hollow
talk? You have seen me play earlier as well.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“But,
those were against the kid of our own Sector. Look at these guys.” She said
pointing toward the bowlers of opposite team practicing near the boundary.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“Okay
then, you sit... there.” He said pointing towards the longest boundary. “I
assure you, six balls would give salami to you by landing near your
feet.” She smiled and started moving towards that direction. “But, what will I
get in return?” Her smile widened but she continued walking. Deb instructed one
of his teammate to sit near her as a protection in case a ball comes directly
towards her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Eighth
ball that he faced landed on the right of Tisca. After that, at regular
intervals, he hit four more sixes with such a precision that his friend didn’t
move a inch. The balls landed at safe distance including the sixth one but the
sixth ball hit a pebble and changed its direction, even his friend wasn’t
expecting it. He unsuccessfully tried but the ball hit her on her temple. She
fell unconsciously on the ground and remained unconscious until Deb arrived,
rested her head on his lap, and sprinkled water on her face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“You won.”
She said after opening her eyes. Deb nodded. “I had never thought that you
would vent your anger like this.” She continued with a smile. He was scared
with the swelling of her temple. He took her to Hospital. The doctor gave some
medicine with strict instruction that in case of nausea or loss of vision, she
should immediately visit a doctor. Deb cancelled his ticket, stayed in Rourkela
for three more days, and then left for Bhubaneswar only after the swelling
vanished and Tisca affirmed that she was perfectly all right. The love and care
in his eyes during those three days initiated the corrosion of the shield
around her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">The
initial days of separation didn’t hurt much. They were busy in their early
settlement issues. Both had to pass through the ragging procedure, but the
severity and the complexity were completely different. On one side, Deb had to
go through a lot of physical torture; Tisca was getting a lot of attention in
the institute. Seniors were turning up in batches only to talk to her. Soon,
the realisation that they haven’t seen each other for more than 3 months crept
in. The desperation to meet each other was becoming unbearable. Unlike him, she
never expressed her feeling, but the shield around her had evaporated; a bit of
its reminiscence that might have still existed would vanish during the Durga
Puja holidays, when Deb would be in Rourkela for a few days.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Deb had
initially planned to surprise Tisca by knocking at her door early morning, but
his big tummy couldn’t hold the excitement of meeting her after so many days.
He called her from the railway station before boarding the train. She was
thrilled, but she didn’t let her voice to give away her feeling. He was
surprised and a bit sad with such a cold response.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Deb had a
typical habit. In every railway station, he would check his weight. Perhaps, he
always believed that one day he would find a correct machine that would show
his correct weight, otherwise, all those machines currently installed at
various stations were faulty, showing his weight on the higher side. Before
boarding the train in Bhubaneswar, he had checked his weight but when he saw a
weighing machine in Rourkela station, he couldn’t control himself. He stepped
onto the machine and inserted a one-rupee coin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“Fatso,
have some mercy on that machine, it’s for humans, not dinosaurs.” Even before
the shining multi-colour circles would have stopped and a ticket would have
popped out, her voice sent ripples under his skin. He turned back and jumped
off the machine. He forgot that he was in the crowded railway station; he took
two steps forward and hugged her. Words ceased to exist, the past shrunk and
the memories extraneous to their togetherness evaporated. Those few seconds
compensated for the hiatus of the last three month. Even she was holding him
tightly for a few seconds before realising the sensitivity of the place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“Deb,
let’s go out from here.” She said. He broke the embrace, looked into her eyes
and smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“Deb?” He
murmured. He tilted his head and winked. She reciprocated with a smile before
lowering her gaze. This was, perhaps, the first time she had taken his name.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">***<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“Do you
know why M comes after L.” Tisca said. Tisca had gone to Bhubaneswar for a
seminar. Deb forced her to skip the evening session and took her to Puri on his
bike. Both of them were sitting on the sand in Puri beach.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">After
their embrace in the railway station, they didn’t talk to each other for two
days, and then he went to her house, a bit scarred, a bit shy, even he couldn’t
understand why it was so different that day to enter the same house he had
visited thousands of time in the past. Even she fluttered with words. Confused
but a bit satisfied, Deb left Rourkela three days later. Even after many
lengthy phone calls during the four months that followed, they were yet to tell
the magical three words to each other, yet their relationship had grown beyond
such verbal expression.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“Have you
gone mad? What kind of question is that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“That is
exactly what I am saying. See when you are in love, Madness naturally follows
it, which is why M comes after L.” She said in a childlike tone. Deb smiled.
This was the first time the word love was mentioned in any of their discussion.
He looked at her, tilted his head, and winked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“You know
the world is same. Nothing has changed around us. Nothing at all. Wind, clouds,
rains, land... Isn’t it?” She entwined her hand, and rested her head
against his shoulder and said. “But now-a-days, everything’s so different; the
wind whistles your name in my ear, I can see the clouds making your face in the
sky, the rains... I used to hate rains you remember, but now I enjoy, I like
going out and feel the drops falling on my skin, I... I feel like you are
touching me.” She tightened her grip around his arm. “The drops falling on the
land play a melodious chorus, as if they are celebrating our love.” She
paused for some time, then raised her head and looked inside his eyes and said,
“Has the world really changed?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“How can I
see anything else?” Deb replied with a husky voice. “You are always there in
front of my eyes.” A few strands of hair came out of her ponytail and started
swaying across her face. He pushed the hair behind her ear and pulled her face
towards him. She showed token resistance. Just before their breaths entangled,
she closed her eyes. What followed next was a passionate kiss, their first kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">While
Tisca was boarding the bus to return to Rourkela, Deb gave her a few sweet and
sour, black candies, her favorite. She put one candy in her mouth and started
chewing. Suddenly as if some kind of realization dawned upon her, she paused
and said “Life is like this candy. It is sweet at this moment, it will be sour
some other time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“You are
thinking too much. It will remain sweet... always.” Deb said and kissed her on her
forehead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">***<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">While they
were kissing on the beach that day, they didn’t have the slightest of the hint
that they would be sitting on the same beach after six months but the situation
would be drastically different.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">A
pertinacious sea wave was approaching the shore, this time it would beat its
earlier attempt and reach to the unexplored territory of the shore. It knew
that it couldn’t revolt; it would have to recede and dissolve in the ocean. It
just wanted to spend some extra time with the shore. Even though it was seduced
and exploited by the waves earlier, the shore was waiting once again, its arms
stretched apart with the expectation that this time the wave would not betray.
They met, they moaned, the surf glazed, bubbles popped out of the shore in
celebration. But, once again the wave receded and disappeared. The bubbles died
and the amaranthine wait of the shore continued. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Sitting on
the sand, under the temporary shed made of coconut leaves, Tisca was watching
the waves and shore with her unblinking pale eyes. Deb was sitting alongside,
holding her hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“Can we go
back to our friendship days?” She said, irritated, without looking at Deb. “I
don’t like the way our relationship changed.” Ever since the news was out, he
was expecting this. Yes, the news that changed every equation of their
relationship, the news that was kept a secret from him for months and was
revealed accidently after she collapsed during one of their phone conversation.
He could still feel the shivering of her mother’s voice on the phone when she
told that Tisca was suffering from an incurable disease. Deb reached Rourkela
next day. She was admitted in the hospital. “Finally mom told you. She must
have exaggerated.” She had said, but her pale eyes were silently supporting her
mother’s version. Deb could relate that her visit to Delhi a month back with
her mother was actually to AIIMS, which she had claimed to be a Seminar of her
Institute. Deb tried to find out the details about the disease, but he was
ignored by everybody. He was still a kid in the block. For next two months, Deb
made frequent visits to Rourkela and saw her condition deteriorating. It was during
his last visit, she insisted to visit Puri. Her mother protested initially but
gave up expecting some godly intervention, Puri being a holy place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">‘See those
ships there; they are fighting with such a large ocean to remain afloat.’ Deb
said after a moment of silence. ‘The waves are threatening, but they can never
break the determination of the ship.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“A Tsunami
will not respect these ships.” Tisca looked towards the ships for a moment,
then looked at Deb and said. Her eyes started brimming. She clasped a handful
of sand in her right palm and raised her hand towards Deb. The sand was coming
out of her palm, she tightened the grip, and the sand started coming out
faster. ‘I am loosing it... I ... I don’t want...’ She stopped looking at her
empty hands, and then closed her eyes. A few drops of tears trickled down her
cheeks. He hugged her tightly. All his efforts to control his emotions failed a
bit when a lonely teardrop rolled down. The sun was lost amidst the metal and
concrete of the Puri Town. Slowly abysmal darkness would engulf the sea. The
chanting of mantras emanating from the Swargadwara Crematorium echoed inside
his ears and the sound rose decibel by decibel until he broke down completely
and started crying.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">***<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Can
somebody plan his own death? No, unless he is attempting suicide. But, for
Tisca, it appeared as if everything was planned. The news of her illness came
to Deb a month after his second semester exam. Surpassing all her pains, she
fought with death for almost five months and when she died, Deb was sitting in
the exam hall and writing his last paper. She had ensured that even though her
illness had crumbled him, he didn’t lose a semester, but she couldn’t hold her
breath for a day more, her last wish couldn’t be fulfilled, she wanted to die with
her head resting on his lap.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Deb wasn’t
informed about her death until he reached Rourkela the next day morning.
He was frozen for a minute after he saw her body, then he collapsed. He
was admitted into the hospital, he would open his eyes in between, indifferent
to the hustling of doctors, nurses and his family around him, he would search
for her face and then he would close his eyes as if he had rejected the meaning
of his own life. On the third day when he opened his eyes, he was handed over a
letter, her last letter for him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“For F”
The top of envelop carried only this. He kept looking at this for a long time,
then he opened the envelop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“Hey
Fatto, how’s your exam? I know this is worst question I should have asked at
this time. Anyway, in a few days, Valentine’s Day is coming and the whole world
would be coloured Pink. You remember I hate that Colour. So, I have just one
wish, my last wish. Don’t remember me on that day. I am sure you won’t
disappoint me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">And
remember, first Sunday of August is reserved for me. Wherever you will be, I
will always be there alongside you on that day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Bye”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Deb cried
for the first time after her death. What she missed understanding was that she
wasn’t his lover or friend anymore, she was his life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Twelve
days after her death, he was standing in front of her picture. It was
Valentine’s Day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">***<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">As they
say, time heals all wounds, Deb moved on in the life, yet at every step he
looked back longingly as if he was expecting some miracle, which never happened.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">After
completing his engineering, he joined an IT company in Bangalore and only six
months later, he got his project abroad. Before leaving the country for two
years, or perhaps forever, he visited Rourkela. Even though he had spoken to
her mother many times over phone, he never visited her house after that
Valentine’s day. But before leaving the country he wanted to live some moments
with her memories.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">He spent
hours inside her room staring at her picture, and then he opened the cupboard
and searched for her blue dress having half sleeve and a bow just above its
chest. It heart achingly revealed her curves. He always protested whenever she
wore that dress, because he wasn’t the only person watching her. He spread the
dress on the bed and then he opened the dresser for a perfume bottle. He took
out the bottle having red cap with a female face carved on it; he had made
dimples on the face by scratching it with a pin. She never discarded that cap.
He sprinkled the perfume on the dress. Lying alongside the dress, he caressed
it for a long time, and then he held the dress tightly between his arms and
cried.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Her mother
knocked at the door, she must have heard him crying. He composed himself,
neatly folded the dress, kissed it, and kept it back in the cupboard. Just
before he was closing the cupboard, his eyes fell on a file hidden beneath
clothes. It was her medical report. So many medical terms, which were difficult
for him to understand, yet he kept on reading. His hands started to tremble
when he reached the bottom of the second page. His eyes stopped on one
line. A head injury, something as innocent and deceptive as a head injury
was what led to Tisca’s death. Wandering in their past, he could correlate only
one incident to the injury. He started to sweat profusely, and then he collapsed
on the floor of her room. Within the confines of the picture frame, Tisca was
still smiling. </span></span></div>
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Amit Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05631527509261726487noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399548832384969041.post-40051605056609740012013-05-05T01:20:00.000+05:302014-05-14T20:24:29.797+05:30Break<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">After coming back from the break
(my last post was three months back), I found the topic of BAT is break.
I had to break my head to find what to write on break that would break the
literary benchmark I have set for myself. Then I realised that I am unable to
break the temporary hibernation of my break from blogging. Somewhere I have to
start again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Should I write about current Indian
political scenario? Isn’t the word Break is completely suited to this topic. Isn’t
the entire country trapped under the debris of broken promises? Yes it is. But
will my writing break the mindset of the people responsible for it? No, but
surely it will increase the pain of those who are suffering, the common people.
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Should I write about Bollywood? What
is there to write though? They are trying to break the benchmark set by Hollywood
by copying tollywood. Such a sorry state. Sometimes I search for a wall to
break my head after watching such movies, but then the after effect such movies
still remains in my head, what if the wall breaks. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Should I write about Indian
Cricket? But now when I think about cricket, I find myself confused. Is it a
game or just an event for entertainment? Sometime I feel it is neither. So what
should I write?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So finally I have decided, I will
not write about anything. I am just pasting a video here. Do watch it. I am sure,
after watching the video, you will search me to break my limbs, but still I can
guarantee that you cannot match with the style in this action scene. This scene
is from an Old (Black and White) Tamil Movie, I am still searching for the name
of the movie. If somebody knows, do tell me the name. Hey one more thing, there
is no dialogue in the scene so don’t worry even if you don’t understand Tamil.
Do watch this, its a once in a lifetime experience. </span></div>
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Amit Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05631527509261726487noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399548832384969041.post-39160956004072232212013-02-03T23:20:00.000+05:302014-05-14T20:26:54.511+05:30Sun's Shining Somewhere<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was a cold night, close to
midnight. Far away from the cacophony of the buzzing city crowd, which might
still be crawling on the streets, I was sitting in the balcony of my flat, alone,
enjoying the tranquillity of the night. There was no sound except for the
chirping of a cricket. It was not very far away from the place where I was sitting.
The sky was shining with all its pearls glowing brighter than ever before. A
star at a distance was flickering quite in harmony with the chirping of the
cricket. The biggest pearl among then all, the moon was in its full form. Its craters
appeared non-existent. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Suddenly from nowhere a herd of
cloud approached. It started engulfing the sky. The moon protested against the
cloud. It started moving away and the cloud mercilessly followed it. In no time, the cloud overpowered everything
and then there were none, no stars, no moon. During that part of the year cloud
with such an intensity was unexpected. The
wind was blowing at a fast pace now and it added to the chillness of the night.
Then it started raining. A little later, a lightning charred the sky and it was
closely followed by the sound of the thunder. The intensity of the rain
increased and kept on increasing, it appeared as if the cloud would burst any moment.
A tree at a distance surrendered in
front of the atrocity of the air and water and compromised its long lasting attachment
with the earth. It appeared as if the sunlight would never grace us again, the
world would slowly but surely melt. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I couldn’t bear the freezing cold
anymore, went inside, locked the door, rechecked the windows and went to bed.
Very soon I forgot that the world was facing the wrath of the nature and I
slept. When I woke up next day morning, I immediately went to the balcony. The
sun was shining bright. The subsisting cloud was disappearing very fast. There
was no threat to the world anymore.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Isn’t our life like this?
Sometimes when it starts appearing that everything is set and life’s beautiful,
unforeseen problems embrace us. We keep on wondering if the life would come
back to the right track again. With every passing moment, our trust tastes a
new downfall. Its During that time we only need to do one thing, keep the trust
alive, trust on your own ability and trust on the almighty (if you believe in
one). Yes, there is a sun shining somewhere, the light of which would certainly
brace us one day.</span></div>
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Amit Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05631527509261726487noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399548832384969041.post-75587794384700283222013-01-24T15:49:00.001+05:302013-01-27T20:06:00.363+05:30The Utmost Sacrifice <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">An innocent face with a moustache,
curly hair on the top but completely trimmed on the sides, lips sprouting a coy
smile reflecting the inner shyness. This picture remained adrift in my eyes for
a long time. My world had changed after my father told me that I was getting married
with you. I was happy in spite of the fact that I would be leaving my parents
home. Those feelings titillate me even now. I wish I could relive that moment
again.</span></span></div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How delicate I was when your
first touch created ripples under my skin. How secured and protected I felt
when you embraced me for the first time. How mesmerised I was when on the
fourth day you softly held my hand and whispered in my ears, “I love you.” How
contented I was with the utmost pleasure of womanhood when your reflection
started taking shape inside my womb, but you were not there to share the
pleasure with me. I wish you had been there with me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I know you never lied, not when
you said you love me, not when you said you love your country more. I know you
never made false promises, not when you gifted me that expensive gold ring, not
when you woke up in the night and travelled twenty kilometres by a bicycle to
bring my parents because I had cried in the night remembering them. But what
had happened to you when you left? Why did you lie? Why did you make a false
promise? Oh, sorry, you didn’t lie, your promise was authentic. You had said
you would return, you never said how. You returned on the shoulder of your colleagues,
wrapped in tricolour. Yes! You never made false promises. Yes! You never did. </span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">An innocent face, long curly
hair, tiny lips making bubbles. I look at him for long hours. He is like you,
very much like you. Whenever I touch him, I get a strange feeling of touching
you. I wish, Yes, I wish I could touch you as well. I wish.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Saddened by the recent killing of
soldiers at the front, this post is dedicated to all those families who have
suffered losses. The nation salutes to your sacrifice.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Happy Republic Day"</span><br />
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Amit Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05631527509261726487noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399548832384969041.post-83189216151383902272013-01-06T00:52:00.002+05:302014-05-14T20:27:36.209+05:30This Society<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify;">I, an unwanted consequence of an inebriated
desire of a respected creature of his society, was born on a busy road. Passerby watched with amazement as I was unwanted, but the world was silent.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Outside on the pavement of the
toy shop where my days of infancy were spent, I craved for many things. People
went in and came out with pitiful eyes screaming that I was unwanted but the
world was silent.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The school in which my mother
worked as a cleaning lady, I was unwanted irrespective of the promises I
displayed as a child prodigy, and the school where I went was never cleaned, but
the world was silent.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I faced all the challenges thrown at me by my destiny with a
straight face even though all my dreams succumbed because of only one requirement,
whereas uncountable crores were unaccounted, and the world was silent again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But, suddenly everybody started speaking, everybody started cursing,
a highly respectable citizen of this society had died. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Why was the world not silent this time?” Labelled as a terrorist,
this thought randomly crossed through my mind. “Perhaps, because nobody knows that he was
my father, or do they?” I smiled.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"If you can squeeze in some more time <a href="http://theshittanalysis.blogspot.in/2013/01/prologue-excerpt-from-my-novel.html" target="_blank">click here</a> and do read the prologue of the novel I am currently working upon. Awaiting your valuable feedback."</i></span></div>
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Amit Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05631527509261726487noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399548832384969041.post-60133566421060206912012-12-28T16:37:00.001+05:302012-12-28T16:37:21.085+05:30I Wish People would Learn<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The one thing I wish everyone would
learn is to understand and interpret their own religion, if one believes in a
religion, in a true positive sense, and not to diminish, if not respect, some
other religion even if one doesn't believe in any religion. Religion binds a
community together yet it breaks a country and the world at the same time. The
root cause of many problems the world is facing today is somewhere related to
religion.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The one thing I wish everyone
would learn is to help without casting any favour or obligation on the other
person. How beautiful this world would be when people would help not as favour
but as selfless service, in fact one would feel blessed if he would be bestowed
with an opportunity to help. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The one thing I wish everyone
would learn is to understand that their superiority being a human is not because
they are human, its because the other things, animate or inanimate, around us
are not human. We need to coexist the way nature has made it. When we destroy
or exploit the world around us, we are in a way destroying a bit of the
humanity every time.</span></div>
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Amit Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05631527509261726487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399548832384969041.post-76339183844828865432012-12-12T18:19:00.000+05:302012-12-12T18:19:08.015+05:30The Secret Wish List - "Wish List Wednesday" <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“If wishes were horses, beggars
would ride.” This 16-17<sup>th</sup> Century proverb was taught to us when we
were in School. That was the time when our wishes had wings. They were not
contaminated by the atrocious yet the realistic face of world. You ask a kid
about his wishes and he will have a long list, even though they might be fantasies. But, as we attained the, so
called, maturity the list started shrinking because creatures called reality
and rationality were nibbling it every day, every second. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Today, when I came
across the “Wish list Wednesday” creative prompt, I thought a lot about the three
things I badly wish I could have. Whatever that came to my mind were all infected
by the same virus, I could only think about the things that are possible to
achieve. I agree that nurturing such wishes will help me to make them a reality
one day. But, aren’t they already there in our mind every moment? Aren’t they already
a part of the life we are living like a schedule? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then I refreshed myself, and went
to my past and thought about the wishes I would have made at an adolescent age. I
chose that age because it was an age when the influence of fantasy was slowly
dying but the brain was yet to be cluttered by actuality. So my three wishes
were:</span></div>
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<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -18pt;">I want to travel to the past and spend the whole
day with Subhash Chandra Bose when his plane crashed. I really want to know what
happened to him. </span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: left;">I wanted to spend 24 hours with Divya Bharati. I
think this was one wish that I slept with every day till she died. The day the
news of her death was flashed in the TV, I went to market and purchased three
bars of Godrej Fairglow soap, a brand she was endorsing then.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -18pt;">I wanted to own and ride a Honda Sports Bike
where the pillion seat was at a height, imagine a girl sitting a pillion. We
had a Rajdoot then, so you can understand the desperation.</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Alas! These wishes remained as wishes only. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The news spread like wildfire and
engulfed the entire village. An undercurrent of fear ran along with the news, a
fear that was leaving a smoky trail of uncertainty and ambivalence. The otherwise busy main road, which not only
bisected the village geographically but it also drew an imaginary yet a formidable line between
hearts, lay deserted. The familiar siren of the police van was trying the
spread a sense of assurance, but the villagers knew, the assurance might be
fake.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This was not the first time and
definitely not the last time, Inspector Bhanot was watching dead bodies -two
dead bodies, charred beyond recognition. In his service of twelve years, he had
tackled many situations, but he was very well aware, when emotions get mixed
with rage they turn into lava and when it comes in contact with a tiny spark
ignited by religion, an uncontrollable volcano erupts. Inspector Bhanot could
see such lava slowly infringing the villagers gathered around, his first task
was to ensure that the lava didn’t get the ignition. ‘Call Chaudhary and Ansari
to my jeep.’ Bhanot whispered. The sub-inspector nodded. Bhanot dialled the
number of the local MLA and started walking towards the jeep.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘I understand your loss.’ Bhanot
said, looking directly into the red eyes of Chaudhary and Ansari. Crumbled
within the back seat of the Jeep, the heat emitted by their bodies was slowly
turning the jeep into an oven.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘I have lost my son... Only son.’
Chaudhary screamed. ‘And who’s responsible...’ </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘She was a piece of my heart.’
Ansari interrupted. A voice, which was soft initially because of the pain erupting
inside his throat, rose many decibels higher. ‘I will not spare anybody.’ </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Intense argument ensued after the
statement; Bhanot was listening to them silently. Perhaps, it allowed then to
vent their anger, and as far as it was inside his jeep, Bhanot had no problems.
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘I just spoke to the MLA, it’s
election time... You have to understand the situation.’ Bhanot said, interrupting,
keeping his composure intact. ‘A loss is a loss. And both of you have suffered.
You need to understand the sensitivity of the situation. MLA is reaching here
in the evening. I need an assurance that the situation will not deteriorate
further.’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">*</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A few feet away from the dead
bodies, Sushil was sitting, nervous. He had warned of a situation like this
when Mohan had told him about his love. It was a cold evening; they were
sitting inside the dilapidating Guest House outside the village and enjoying
their weekly dose of liquor. When two pegs of alcohol went inside, the revelation
surfaced.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘I love Shazia.’ Mohan had said, initially
under his breath then he had shouted, ‘Shazia I love you.’ with passion. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sushil could read the intensity
and seriousness in his voice. Had it been somebody else, he would have laughed
it out, but Mohan was different. He was the son of the “Chaudhary’s” – The richest
family of one side of the main road - the Hindus. But, he was the only sensible
Chaudhary. Sushil was not sure when and how his sensibility became so
irrational that he fell in love with Shazia, the daughter of “Ansari’s” – The richest
on the other side of the road – The Muslims. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Are you insane?’ Sushil could only
say this. The concern was evident on his face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Of-course, I’m Insane... Love is
insanity, isn’t it.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘In a place where they kill
people because they marry people of the same <i>Gotra,</i> do you really understand what you are talking?’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Isn’t it good.’ Mohan had
laughed aloud. ‘She is a Muslim, nobody can tell her to be my sister because
she from my <i>Gotra.’</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">*</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Last week, both the families
came to know about the affair.’ Sushil said. He was recording his statement in
the police station two days after the incident. Bhanot was sitting calmly. The
situation inside the village didn’t deteriorate. The MLA and the opposition
party had to intervene regularly. Nobody wanted to take any risk because the
elections were just a few days away. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘How?’ Bhanot asked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Somebody had seen them together
in that guest house. They used to meet regularly there.’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Suicide, why?’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Was there any other option? You
know the situation in the village. Who would have accepted their love? I have
seen <i>saab</i>. They love...,’ as if bile erupted
inside his throat, Sushil swallowed some air, then continued, ‘loved each other
to the level of insanity. But the road in between, it was too wide for them to
cross.’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘You were his best friend, how
come you couldn’t foresee something like this?’ </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘He was very tensed for last one
week. The families had had many heated arguments over phone. The situation was
deteriorating. He had told me once, Shazia was also with him,’ Sushil closed
his eyes as if he tried to remember the words exactly the way they were said, ‘
“if we cannot live together, we will die together.” But I had not thought that
they will take a decision of such an extreme so early.’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘So it’s a suicide, not a murder?’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Murder? Who will do something
like this <i>Saab</i>? They were Chaudhary
and Ansari.’ </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘May be the Chaudhary or Ansari
themselves? It is election time.’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sushil’s eyes remained wide open
at the mention of such a possibility. He licked his lips but his already dried tonge
didn’t help. Such a scenario had never crossed his mind. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘They were Mohan and Shazia <i>saab</i>, heart<i> </i>of Chaudhary’s and Ansari’s. I don’t think the families would do something
like this.’ Sushil said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Okay, so for you it was a
suicide.’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Looking at the situation and I
have seen them very closely. Yes.’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘What happened
to your hand?’ Bhanot said looking at the bandaged right hand of Sushil.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Bike accident.’ Sushil said immediately,
as if the answer was rehearsed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Accident... ohk... No burn?’
Bhanot said, looking at Sushil from the corner of his eyes accompanied by a
cunning smile. Sushil shook his head without meeting the eyes of Bhanot.</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><u>After two Years</u><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Bhanot was sitting on his desk.
He was transferred so he was putting his final comments on unresolved cases. The
file of Mohan and Shazia’s suicide attracted his attention once again. He had already
put his remark as “Suicide” yet he had kept the file on his desk for a long
time. It reminded him of a case, the only case, he didn’t want to close in true
sense, though he completely knew the story. He himself had changed the autopsy
report after all. He picked another file from the stack, kept both the files
side-by-side on his desk, and started laughing. The other file was of an
unresolved case of two missing dead bodies filed by the district hospital. The
complaint was filed just one day before the suicide of Mohan and Shazia. He put
his final comment on the file, “Unresolved. No lead. The case is dead.” This
was Bhanot’s last gift for the peace of the village. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sushil was sitting alone in the
Guest House, drinking and laughing at the burn scar on his hand. He had spent
two years of his life without his best friend, but he was satisfied, his plan
had worked wonderfully except that he had burned his hands while burning the
dead bodies smuggled out of the city hospital. The rotund guard of the hospital
morgue still asked for money wherever he saw Sushil. But he was contented with
the fact that the road that once divided Mohan and Shazia, took them away to a
life filled with happiness. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Happiness is such a subjective
term. Were Mohan and Shazia really happy? They spent the initial three months
in Delhi. Fearing that somebody might identify them, they moved to the ocean of
people called Mumbai. Two people who were born with silver spoon were spending
life, fighting every second for survival, in some suburban slum. </span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYTpGgd9BEWZs7g0X9Dufb2mhgfEciBceG5SZWu1olx_4T5HJBVLXL7TUAeuKjyrmH-Bxya-Tl15BlNV5O3-Yu3j_r5jStXTMK3URdFjruknQsEuwHPHj-8qEkmQACC1B_eWZ9D3bcoTI/s1600/All+Religion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYTpGgd9BEWZs7g0X9Dufb2mhgfEciBceG5SZWu1olx_4T5HJBVLXL7TUAeuKjyrmH-Bxya-Tl15BlNV5O3-Yu3j_r5jStXTMK3URdFjruknQsEuwHPHj-8qEkmQACC1B_eWZ9D3bcoTI/s320/All+Religion.jpg" height="313" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She never regretted her decision,
though even after two years, Shazia would woke in the night and cry remembering
his family and village, then she would cuddle up with the tired body of Mohan
and sleep with the contentment that at least Mohan was with her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mohan, on the other hand, had
only one regret. He could never provide a comfortable life to Shazia, which she
deserved. But that in a way increase his love towards her. He silently wished
that one day the world would change; the main road of their village would be just
a road, and would not be viewed as a barrier between the hearts. Every night
when Shazia cried, Mohan woke up after sometime, went outside, looked towards
the sky and said, ‘I know you are one. Why cannot the people who believe in you
understand this?’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">Disclaimer: This work is an imagination of the Author, any resemblance with a person living or dead is purely coincidental. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1) S<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 22px;">ituated around 90 kilometers away from Mysore on SH 88 in the state of Karnataka, Bylakuppe comprises of two Tibetan refugee settlements setup in 1961 </span><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"> </span><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;">“Lugsum Samdupling”</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"> and 1969 </span><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;">“Dickyi Larsoe”</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 22px;">. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 22px;">2) With the population of more than 10000, it has the highest number of Tibetan in India after Dharmasala.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 22px;">3) Golden Temple is the main tourist attraction here. It houses 40 feet statue of </span><strong style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;">Padmasambhava</strong><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;">, </span><strong style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;">Buddha </strong><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;">and </span><strong style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;">Amitayus.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">4) M</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;">odeled after the original Sera University in Tibet, </span><strong style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;">Sera Je Monastery</strong><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"> </span><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;">keeps Tibetan Buddhist culture alive in Bylakuppe. </span><strong style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;">Sakya Monastery</strong><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"> and </span><strong style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;">Tashi Lhunpo Monastery</strong><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 22px;"> are the other two monasteries. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">5) The place can be visited anytime during the year, though September to May is preferred because of their festival season.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">6) Madikeri (Coorg) is around 40 km and Bangalore is around 250 km from Bylakuppe.</span></span></div>
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Amit Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05631527509261726487noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399548832384969041.post-76776621119452355902012-11-12T11:30:00.002+05:302012-11-12T11:31:24.550+05:30World's Beautiful - A Short Story<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Amit Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05631527509261726487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399548832384969041.post-90614430755711973792012-11-04T00:32:00.001+05:302014-05-14T20:23:28.619+05:30Scattered Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This post has been published by me as a part of the <b>Blog-a-Ton 33</b>; the thirty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following <a href="http://blogaton.in/"><b>Blog-a-Ton</b></a>. The theme for the month is 'Celebrations'
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A gas-balloon, unknown of its own
future, was conceitedly floating in the sky, as if on its maiden voyage of
galaxies it was destined to kiss stars, but a trivial gust of wind shook its
existence. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sitting on the raised platform that ran
around a banyan tree, Raghu was watching the balloon with an unadulterated
smile and undying sparkle in his eyes. He was living a similar life, many
dreams were getting accumulated over many seasons beneath the tiny petals that
covered his eyes, but his destiny was throwing challenges that tested his
life’s fragility every moment. The biggest challenge was to satisfy the
perpetually obstinate demand of hunger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Two days before taking her last breath
of immortality; his mother had a presage of an anonymous fear. Her mother
was tagged immortal. She had survived the wrath of nature, which stuck in the
form of lightning that charred the tree under which she was trying to save the
cow-dung-cakes from getting wet; she escaped unhurt barring a few minor burns.
She had survived a cobra-bite, a rarity in the village. But, her immortality
was grotesquely tattered by a human. On the day when everybody was celebrating <i>Holi,
s</i>he was raped by the son of village <i>Sarpanch</i> in front of her own husband, who
was immobilised with his hands and legs tied down to the peg used to tie the
cows. After recovering, she chose the bottle of pesticide that was
strategically placed on a stool that lay in front of her husband, instead of
untying him. Continuous shouting, which could not rupture the veil of silence
worn by other villagers, had already choked his throat. He silently watched his
wife shedding her immortality breath by breath. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">After the death of the his mother, his
father, a living dead, found solace only by drinking that unbearably stinking
orange coloured drink. Many a times Raghu was left at the mercy of villagers
who fed him with their leftovers. Two monsoons had already passed after his
mother’s death but his dilapidating hut was not repaired. The banyan tree
outside his hut provided a better shelter than the virtually nonexistent roof
of his hut during monsoon. Yet, the sparkle in his eyes had not dimmed.
He had dreams that sounded very unrealistic even to his mother, but his
determination was unruffled. He wanted to fly in the sky and race with the
plane that appeared around 10pm every night; he rarely missed the opportunity
to wave at the unknown and ignorant travellers. He wanted to drive
his mother to the fields where she worked, in the same long car that the rich
man used while coming to his farmhouse situated at one corner of the village.
Unaware of its significance, he wanted to own and gift that round structure,
the picture of which was discarded by a mob carrying tricolour flags and
shouting some slogans, to his uncles so that they stop harassing his parents
for money.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Inspired by the bedtime story narrated
by his mother a night before, Raghu woke up in the morning with a dream; he
wanted to conquer the world. This was only a few days before his mother died.
‘Learn to contain the agility of your mind first. You have only seen nine
monsoons, too young to carry the burden of the entire world but too old to
contain your own emotions. The world is very ruthless,’ his mother had said.
His tender brain could not decipher the philosophical undertone of her words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">On that fateful afternoon, Raghu was
playing with his only toy, a discarded bicycle tyre. Rolling the tyre on the
road, with a small but curved stick that helped him to give the thrust and the direction to the tyre, and running alongside it, as if he was measuring the
world he wants to conquer with his strides, gave him immense contentment, which
he rightfully deserved. Raghu and his tyre appeared unstoppable on the the
newly laid tar road, which saw the departure of the potholes that threatened
the tyre to complete even a single rotation. The tyre bumped into a pebble on
the road and changed its direction. Raghu ran faster and could control the tyre
from toppling over but soon he was traumatised by a loud screeching of break.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘You fu***** As*****, you could have
spoiled our celebration.’ A voice screamed. Almost frozen on the road, Raghu
was staring at a large vehicle with missing roof and three young men sitting
inside with their eyes emitting exasperation. ‘F*** off the road,’ screamed the
man sitting at the wheel by loosely swivelling his hand in the air.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">With steps smaller than his usual
stride, Raghu moved away from road, but he was continuously staring at the men,
not with fear, not with hatred, but with expectation, an unknown expectation.
The word celebration was whirling inside his brain. It was not a word alien to
him, but celebration for him only meant those two small earthen <i>Diya</i> lighting
the door of his hut during <i>Deepawali</i>,
but even that celebration lasted not more than ten minutes until the scarcely
filled sesame oil burnt, along with burning the spirit of celebration with
itself. After his mother’s death, the words celebration had abandoned Raghu,
perhaps forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The same evening, Raghu left his hut in
search of his father. It wasn’t a search <i>per
se</i> since Raghu knew precisely where to find him, the
same liquor shop at the corner of the village. He never liked this activity
because of the putridity of the place and in the mind of people frequenting
there, his father being one of them. However, it was different that evening,
Raghu was filled with joy, as if the mention of the word Celebration has
rejuvenated his being. He was walking straight, he was walking with reverse
foot, he was running, he was dancing, he made many futile attempts to catch a
butterfly, but when the butterfly flown outside his reach, he laughed at it by
raising his hand and twisting his wrist as if he himself had forgiven the
butterfly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Very rarely that Raghu missed any
distinctive sound that blessed the village on rare occasions, but that evening,
a music, which was extremely foreign to his ears got registered inside his
brain only after he saw the same large vehicle parked outside that farmhouse
owned by the rich man. The intensity of music playing inside the house grew as
Raghu covered the distances with careful steps. The unknown expectation that
had sent the sparkle in his eyes a few hours ago was reignited. The expectation
was to see, or if possible become a part of, the celebration of rich men and
live their life even for a fraction of a second.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He forgot the purpose for which he was
on the road. He forgot the threat of unnoticeable creatures that may be
crawling inside the bushes when he took the deviation from the road to reach to
the tree, a branch of which crossed the concrete boundary wall of the farmhouse
and tilted downwards so that one could comfortably descend inside the lawn. He
had used this tree many a times in the past to venture inside the farmhouse to
pilferage the otherwise wasted mangoes. The corpulent old security guard posed
negligible threat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The deafening music raised his
adrenalin level while he was watching inside through the half-open window. The
smell of liquor was wafting in the air, but even that could not distract him.
He was surprised to see that the clean and wrinkle-free clothing, he was
envious about the rich people, was missing from the body of the three men. They
were dancing like a maniac with only short pants covering their sanity. All the
three of them were holding a glass in their hands and two of them had tucked
cigarettes between their lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The music reached an abrupt halt and
the three men collapsed on the couch. This was perhaps the first time Raghu
blinked but remain attached to the place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Good that your father allowed us to
use this place.’ A man with the stubble on his face said to the fattest among
them, after recovering his breaths.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘He was bound to, has anybody in his
family ever seen the gate of engineering college. His son will join one very
soon.’ Another man with curly hair exclaimed by raising his glass for the toast
and other two followed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Don’t you think something is missing?’
The fat man spoke after sometime with a husky voice, after sucking half of his
cigarette.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘All because of this as*****, what was
the need to bump with his partner in a common place, because of that all the
girls backed out.’ The man with curly hair said pointing towards the man with
stubble. An intense argument ensued for some time. Raghu was slowly losing
interest, for the first time he distracted his eyes and looked towards to gate
to check for the guard. He was convinced that he was in a safe position. He
again looked towards the men but there were only two of them still arguing and
the third, the fat one was missing. Raghu cursed both of them for arguing, and
silently pleaded that the music should start. Very contrary to his thoughts, a
hand, the heavier one present in that moment landed on Raghu’s shoulder. For a
moment, as if he was pegged on the place, he didn’t move, perhaps his pulse
were silent too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘He was watching us from that window; I
am not sure for how long.’ The fat man said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘What were you watching dude?’ The man
with the curly hair asked. Raghu remained silent. The man repeated his
question, this time with slightly higher decibel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Celebration.’ The word escaped Raghu’s
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Celebration?’ The man with stubble
asked with surprise.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Hey, this is the same bastard who
almost killed himself today in front of our car.’ The fat man said. There was a
moment of silence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Unaffected by all this Raghu was
watching at the table where the food items were kept. He could not suppress the
desire speaking from his eyes and leaking through the sides of his mouth. This
perhaps melted everybody in the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘You want to eat something?’ The fat
man asked, sympathy lurking on his face. Raghu simply nodded. No further words
were exchanged between them. After almost fifteen minutes of assault on the
food items, Raghu turned his head and looked towards the other members in the
room. A cunning smile was back on their faces clearly suggesting that something
was cooking inside their brain, but Raghu was too innocent to decipher.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Come, we will play something.’ The man
with curly hair said. ‘You can eat after that as well.’ Raghu tuned and tilted
his head in acceptance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘You seem very dirty. Take this soap
and have a bath, and don’t wear these dirty clothes again, come out in the
towel. We will buy new clothes for you from that village shop.’ The fat man
said handing the soap to him. Raghu immediately took the soap near his nose and
smelled. As if the perfume trickled every sense of his body, he exhaled the
satisfaction.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">By the time Raghu came back from the
bathroom, the other three inmates in the room were under the absolute grip of
Alcohol.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Come baby, come, come.’ The alcohol
inside the fat man said. ‘Let me see how you smell.’ He pulled Raghu towards
him and started sniffing, up and down, his entire body. In the next moment,
the entire towel was lying on the floor. Raghu was raped animalistically, first
by the fat man and then by the man having the curly hair. Raghu tried to
protest but he failed. He shouted, he cried but all his efforts went futile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Before the man with the stubble
approached him, a voice of a man singing on the road reached his ears. It was
his father. He ran towards the window and holding the grill he wanted to shout,
but he could not, continuous shouting and crying had gnawed his voice. The man
with stubble started pulling him, but Raghu’s grip on the grill didn’t loosen.
High on Alcohol, the man gave up trying after a few attempts. With his legs
barely holding the ground, he disappeared in one of the rooms and came back
holding a gun. Raghu was terrified even more, he looked towards the other two
people, but they had already passed into a deep slumber.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The unbearable pain in the lower part
of his body was now replaced by the horror of the gun swiveling on his head.
Raghu’s grip on the grill was slowly loosening, but the alcohol barked from the
mouth of the gun, a bullet pierced through Raghu’s eye, drilled his brain,
and came out making a large hole on the back of his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Raghu’s body collapsed on the ground.
Stream of blood started flowing from his eyes carrying the unfulfilled and
wrongly placed dreams. Looking at the scattered dreams all over, his soul,
perhaps, could have understood the exact meaning of words spoken by his mother.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Early morning his body lay a few feet
below the ground under the same branch of the tree, which brought him to this
place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The celebration continued. The three
men came back three months later in the same way albeit accompanied by three
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The <b>fellow Blog-a-Tonics</b> who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective <b>posts</b> can be checked <a href="http://www.blogaton.in/2012/11/rules-and-reminder-for-blog-ton-33.html"><b>here</b></a>. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following <b><a href="http://blogaton.in/">Blog-a-Ton</a></b>. Introduced By: BLOGGER NAME, Participation Count: 03</blockquote>
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Amit Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05631527509261726487noreply@blogger.com42Bangalore, Karnataka, India12.9715987 77.594562712.4760162 76.9628487 13.467181199999999 78.2262767tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399548832384969041.post-52230062997614740712012-10-25T18:20:00.001+05:302012-10-26T09:32:44.866+05:30Which type of Insurance should I Buy?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Insurance is important and we
should do it as early as possible. <a href="http://theshittanalysis.blogspot.in/2012/10/insurance-haan-karna-hai-but-when.html" target="_blank">Click here to read my last article for detail discussion on this. </a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">However whenever we think of a
insurance policy, the first question that comes to our mind is to the type of
insurance that should be taken. There are various types of insurance and there
are many agents to confuse you for their own benefit. In this post, I will try
to make your life a little easier to select a particular type of Insurance that
suits your requirement and meets your criteria.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The various types of Insurance
available in the market can be broadly classified into two categories:</span></div>
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<li><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Non-Market linked insurance</span></span></li>
<li><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Market Linked Insurance.</span></span></li>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><u>Non-Market linked Insurance:</u><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Before the share markets directly
or indirectly started affecting our lives, the traditional types of insurance
were the only choice available to us. But, in this category also, there are
various alternatives that one can opt for.</span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>a)<span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></b><b>Term Insurance:</b> For me this is true
insurance. You pay specified premium for the life cover you want. There are no
returns/benefits apart from the insurance cover or any rider you choose. Before
Private players entered the business, this insurance was not being recommended
by any agent, the reason being there was very low commission. For me this is
the best insurance policy one can have, reasons I will explain later.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>b)<span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></b><b>Endowment Plans:</b> Same as Term Plans but
with survival benefits attached to it. At the end of the tenure, you get a lump
sum amount, which will be including of interest and bonus as decided by the
insurance company. <b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>c)<span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></b><b>Money Back Plans:</b> Same as Endowment but
under this plan the returns are on periodical basis say yearly during the
tenure of the insurance. <b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The premium
for Endowment and Money Back plans are high. There are policies like Return of
premium where you get back the amount of premium you have paid during the
tenure at the end of the tenure without any addition. There are wholelife policies
as well where the coverage continues even after the tenure of premium payment
is over. Further there are many other types of plan available in the market
which are mixture of the plans mentioned above.</span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Market Linked Insurance:</span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In simple terms these policies
are known as ULIP (Unit Linked Insurance Plan). Part of your premium is
invested in the share market and your return from the insurance policy is
dependent on the performance of the share market. This is riskier among all the
policies mentioned as you carry the market risk. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I will not talk in detail about
each types of policy because there are information available in the net. What I
will talk about is the policy one should choose.</span></div>
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need to answer a few questions:</span></div>
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<li><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What
kind of investment you like? Are you a person who wants to play safe as far as
investment in concerned or you can take risk?</span></span></li>
<li><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Are
you a person who can monitor your investments on regular basis?</span></span></li>
<li><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Do
you have time to spare to look into the investment part?</span></span></li>
<li><span style="line-height: 115%; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What
are the fund requirements </span></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Before you take an insurance it is important that you
need to understand yourself and your requirements. If you are a person, who
wants to play safe you should never look into any market linked policies because
the risk is high. If you want regular cash flow on yearly basis you should look
for money back plans. But I have a different advice for you. I will always
suggest Term Insurance Plan provided you can spare a little bit of time to
think about your future investment on regular basis.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When your choose a policy like Endowment /Money
Back / ULIP your premium becomes automatically high, whereas in term plan the
premium is low. I had done an analysis and found that if you invest the amount
you pay extra as premium, in some Fixed Deposit /Recurring Deposit in a bank,
you get similar amount of return, however you have to monitor the interest rates
increase and decrease and shuffle your fund accordingly. The biggest benefit of
such investment is liquidity, which means that you are free to use the fund
whenever you have requirement. One may argue that there are loan options
available in the non-market linked policy and in market linked policy partial withdrawal
is possible, which gives liquidity but your eligibility in such cases will be
lower than the current value of your policy which at times may not sufficient. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If you are not averse to risk, you may invest the
balance in share market directly or through mutual fund and can even expect
higher returns. The only point here is that you have to monitor your investment
yourself. To be frank this doesn’t require much of time. Now the argument here
will be that ULIP does the same thing for us, why should we bother. Yes, you
should not be bothered if you don’t have time. But if you have time, it is a
well know fact that return from Mutual Fund is higher than ULIP investment, so
why one should do ULIP rather you take a term plan and invest the difference
premium in mutual fund directly. The return will always be better and again the
liquidity will be high.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Since I have been saying liquidity multiple time, I
would also like to raise a caution. It should always be noted that like
insurance is a long-term plan for your life, an investment should also be seen
as long term, and if you break a long-term investment, you should use that
money to acquire a long-term asset like house property, which will appreciate
in the future. If you cannot manage such investment portfolio and have the
tendency that you might use this money to buy a car in the future the value of
which will depreciate with time, it is better that you should go for Endowment
/ Money Back / ULIP based insurance policy, based on your risk appetite and
requirement.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><u>Very Very Important
Note:</u> </b>There are many who have taken ULIPS, this information is for all of
them. Recheck the frequency of your premium payment. If it is any mode other than
monthly, change to monthly mode immediately. No Insurance Agent will advise your for this because the agents get high commission on the first premium and their commission in the followup premiums is very low, so their own benefit they advise you yearly mode. You should remember that whenever you pay your
premium the insurance company buys units in your name from the market and
allocate it to your name, now if your mode of payment is yearly you completely
depend on the market position at the time of your premium payment. If the market
is at high level and after you are allocated with the units and market crashes
you loose immediately. But in case of monthly mode of payment you spread your
risk, you invest monthly so to certain extent you are immune to erratic
movements, in market terms you can average out the market. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Insurance is a vast sphere thus it is not possible to
cover everything and I don’t think I have complete knowledge as well. I have
shared what I researched during last few days. If you have any queries, please
put in as comment, I will do my best to clarify. <b>But yes, I would request only
one thing, what you chose, do insure yourself, it’s for your family. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Disclaimer:</b> I don’t work for a Insurance Company, nor do I have investment in Insurance sector :) :) :) :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Income, Investment and Insurance are the three important
‘I’s to secure you and your family’s
future, yet we discriminate among them. While we concentrate a lot on the
income aspect as it affects your present as well, Investment gets a bit less attention
and for the majority the Insurance part is completely ignored. While I said
insurance I basically talk about Life Insurance. And in this post wherever
Insurance is written it implies life insurance only.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have spoken to many people and the answer that I get is
<i>“Haan Yaar karna hai.”</i> (Yes, it needs to be done.). It reflects that people are
aware about the importance of Insurance but with many other important things
that affect our present, we forget the most important need that may affect the
future of our family. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The second problem is that the coverage is lesser than the
requirement. I have seen many people who are having insurance where the sum
assured is so nominal that it will not serve any purpose in case of
requirement. Either these people had fallen into the trap of some insurance
adviser who sold a product, which was higher on commission but less on
benefits, or they had chosen a product primarily for investment. Sum assured is
the value the nominee gets in case of <i>mishappening</i> to the person insured. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In India, around 80% of the people eligible are not insured
and if I am not wrong there are more than 95% of the people whose coverage
is less. Let me also confess that I also belonged to this 95% category of low
on coverage, however I have spent last two weeks to get myself an insurance
coverage which at least cover me to a fair extent, though as per my calculation
it’s still a bit less. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">After going though the cumbersome process of buying Insurance,
it becomes my responsibility to spread the understanding I have acquired during
the process. My write-up will not be comprehensive, covering all the aspects of
insurance but it will have those necessary information which as a layman
anybody should have. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In my next posts I will cover the basic types of life
insurance and the things you should do while applying for insurance, in this
post lets talk about a few points that we always ignore:</span></div>
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<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Insurance covers your life, so its actual benefits will come
into the picture only when you are not there. Don’t you think you should be
extra careful in every aspects of it?</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Working and married females don’t get themselves insured.
You ignore the fact that your expenditure including various installments at
present is adjusted along with the income. In your absence, the income won’t be
there but the expenditures will remain the same.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Insurance always features last of our priority list,
but you should remember that the early birds always get something extra. In
Life Insurance also, the early you do the insurance the less the premium would
be. Suppose a person takes insurance at the age of 35, his yearly premium will
be higher by around 50% in comparison to a person getting insurance at the age
of 25. And remember that you will pay the increased premium for the entire
tenure of the insurance. So get the insurance as soon as possible to save money,
if not for any other reason.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There is one more reason to get insurance early. As we grow
old we are susceptible to diseases. The insurance company underwrite the
proposals based on your health profile, in case they find any issues they may
increase the premium and worse they may even decline the proposal, if you have
some serious complications. Note that now a days insurance companies specifically ask if any other company has ever denied you insurance, if the answer is yes, getting insurance from any company is difficult, very difficult. </span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There is also distinction between those who consume tobacco
and those who don’t. The premium for those who consume tobacco is higher by
around 40%. Now suppose you smoke only 2 cigarettes a day which comes to around
700 cigarettes per year. Start adding around Rs. 2 to the cost of each
cigarette as your premium will be higher by around Rs. 1500 to Rs. 2000/-. The
difference will increase based on age and sum assured. Am I reducing the fun in
smoking :):).</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The biggest doubt in our mind is the amount of insurance
coverage that should be taken. The thumb rule one should have is that the
coverage needs to be around 20 to 25 times of the yearly expenditure you assume
today that your family has to necessarily incur in case of your absence. In
case of any home loan or other loans are outstanding you need to increase the
insurance coverage accordingly. This is the minimum coverage one should
have.</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify;">The bottom line of all this is that you should take
insurance because it is as necessary as earning your monthly income, and
secondly, it should be taken early in your life. Put insurance at the top of your priority list, instead of buying a gold pendent for your loved ones buy an Insurance and secure their future. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify;">Do remember that Life is uncertain and we are in such a world where we are living by moments.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify;">The next question that will come to your mind is the type of insurance you should be taking. Read my next post <a href="http://theshittanalysis.blogspot.in/2012/10/which-insurance-to-buy.html" target="_blank">Which Type of Insurance should I buy?</a>, it will clarify many of your doubts. </span></div>
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Amit Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05631527509261726487noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399548832384969041.post-13048051161792143232012-10-07T14:37:00.003+05:302020-08-17T19:58:18.563+05:30Indian Independence- The Untold Story<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">The
night of 14<sup>th</sup>/15<sup>th</sup> August 1947 saw the birth of a nation,
which later would emerge as one of superpower, world could never ignore. The
British Raj that ruled the country for 200 years, were they fool enough not to
predict such a potential? Then what was the reason that gave freedom to the
country in 1947? Not many know that the actual time decided by the Raj to free
India was somewhere in 1948 but we got our freedom ahead of this, why?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">When
you think about the Heroes of the Indian Freedom, what is the first name that
comes to your mind? If you go by the textbooks of History that is being taught
in schools and still trust their untrustworthy facts, the figure that would flash
in front of your eyes would be of a person, scantily dressed in a Dhoti, wearing
a round eyeglass and with two women supporting him from either side, Mohan Das
Karamchand Gandhi. He is called Father of Nation, a title, which was first
coined by none other than Subhash Chandra Bose, a person who had had huge
disagreements with Gandhi and had chosen separate path. Not many know that there
is no specific official document of Govt. Of India that confers the title of
Father of Nation on Gandhi as per the assistant director of the National Archives
Jayaprabha Ravindran, “As per search among the public records in the National
Archives of India, there are no specific documents on the information being
sought by you.” This was the answer given in reply of a RTI query of a 10 year
old girl.</span><span face="" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">If
you ignore the Text Books and follow the series of incidents that happened
before Indian Independence, Gandhi’s contribution to Indian Independence was </span><b style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">‘minimal’</b><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">. It’s not my word. </span><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"> </span><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">C</span><span face="" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">hief justice P.B. Chakrabarty of Calcutta High Court, who had also
served as the acting Governor of West Bengal in India, disclosed the following
in a letter addressed to the publisher of Dr. R.C. Majumdar's book</span><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"> </span><i style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">A History of Bengal</i><span face="" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">. The
Chief Justice wrote:</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">“You have fulfilled a noble task by persuading
Dr. Majumdar to write this history of Bengal and publishing it ... In the
preface of the book Dr. Majumdar has written that he could not accept the
thesis that Indian independence was brought about solely, or predominantly by
the non-violent civil disobedience movement of Gandhi. When I was the acting
Governor, Lord Atlee (British Prime-Minister, when India got independence), who
had given us independence by withdrawing the British rule from India,
spent two days in the Governor's palace at Calcutta during his tour of
India. At that time I had a prolonged discussion with him regarding the real
factors that had led the British to quit India. My direct question to him was
that since Gandhi's "Quit India" movement had tapered off quite some
time ago and in 1947 no such new compelling situation had arisen that would
necessitate a hasty British departure, why did they have to leave? In his reply,
Atlee cited several reasons, the principal among them being the erosion of
loyalty to the British Crown among the Indian army and navy personnel
as a result of the military activities of Netaji. Toward the end of our
discussion I asked Atlee what was the extent of Gandhi's influence upon the
British decision to quit India. Hearing this question, Atlee's lips became
twisted in a sarcastic smile as he slowly chewed out the word, ‘<b>MINIMAL</b>’.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">However, I would also mention that it’s not
completely right to disregard Gandhi’s contributions completely. He was the
person responsible to unite the freedom struggle, which before his accession as
a national leader was scattered and unnoticed, but except for the
Non-Cooperation movement, which could have earned independence, others failed
to create any panic in the British Raj as far as complete Independence is
concerned. I also respect his philosophies and the way he lived his life. It
requires sheer determination and sacrifices to lead from the front the way he
did for many years.</span></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; line-height: normal;">But, if not Gandhi and his various movements, who and what were the reasons
behind our independence.</span></div>
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Confused, dejected, angry... well! Read on.</span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; line-height: normal;">The only reason of our freedom I believe is pure economics. For the
British Raj, India was not a profitable venture any more. After the Second
World War, Britain’s economy was crumbling, they were finding it difficult to
manage their own country, forget about managing their colonies like India. And in
India, multiple factors were against the Raj which were making the things
worse. Second World War was the outcome of Hitler’s ambition, and it was
British Indian Army’s participation in the Second World War that implanted the
seed of Indian Independence. </span></div>
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<b><i><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"> Martial </span><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-small;">of </span><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-small;">INA soldiers</span><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"> with False allegations</span></i></b></td></tr>
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with the promise that Indian Independence will be seriously considered. But
even after the end of World War there was no sign from the Raj to keep the
promise which fuelled the unrest among the Army. The unrest rose when the trial
of the INA soldiers captured in Burma Campaign started in Nov-Dec, 1945. <span style="background-color: white;">The first of these trials was of<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: normal;"><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Shah
Nawaz Khan,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>Prem
Sahgal<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>and<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>Gurubaksh
Singh Dhillon, which was conducted for the first time in Red Fort, thus it is
called as Red Fort Trial. This didn’t go down well with the Army, since the INA
soldier were also British Indian Army personnel before joining INA. </span></span></div>
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form of various mutinies. The first major mutiny was carried on by the Royal
Air force in January 1946, which started in Karachi and spread across the
country. The Air Force mutiny was followed by the<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b>Royal Indian Navy mutiny</b><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>(also called the<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b>Royal Indian Revolt</b><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>or<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b>Bombay
Mutiny) </b>in which<b> </b>78
out of a total of 88 ships<span class="apple-converted-space"> were </span></span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 115%;">mutinied.<b> </b>It started with revolt of the Sailors of Royal Indian Navy on board ship and shore establishments at Bombay harbour on
18 February 1946. The action of the mutineers was supported by demonstrations,
which included a one-day<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>general
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the<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>Royal Indian Air Force<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>and<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>local
police forces as well. The revolt lasted for a few
days but it was sufficient to cause panic in the British Government.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;"><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Can you run a country when the military and
police are not supporting you? No, it’s not possible. But, neither did the
British nor the Politicians of our own country were ready to show that these
revolts were the reason behind our freedom. During its meeting in December the
same year, the general feeling of the British Cabinet was that the withdrawal
from India need not appear to be forced upon them by their weakness nor to be
the first step in the dissolution of the Empire. On the contrary, this action
must be shown to be the logical conclusion, which they welcomed, of a policy
followed by successive Governments for many years. Thus even though they were
defeated by our soldier’s unrest, they promoted the politicians as the reason behind
our independence.</span></span><br />
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<span face="" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; line-height: normal;">As I said earlier, India was supposed to
get its freedom in 1948 but the British economy crumbled even further. Anymore
non-cooperation from the Indian would have dented their economy even further.
They didn’t have option but to free us.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; line-height: normal;">As Atlee had said, Gandhi’s contribution to
our Freedom was Minimal. The support of Atlee’s remark also comes from by
Fenner Brockway, political secretary of the Independent Labor Party of England,
“There were three reasons why India became free. One, the Indian people were
determined to gain independence. Two, was the revolt by the Indian Navy. Three,
three Britain did not want to estrange India, which was a market and source of
foodstuffs for her.”</span><br />
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<span face="" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">We term Gandhi the father of the nation.
His birth anniversary is a National Holiday, I personally like Holidays, but somewhere
by dong this, we indirectly disrespect many brave souls who fought and died
only because of one cause, seeing the tricolour fly in Independent India, but the
sad part is that each of those deaths were condemned by Gandhi. Was Gandhi or
his philosophies bigger than the life of freedom fighters or the larger goal, our
independence?</span></div>
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<span face="" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">I am not a historian and cannot vouch for the
correctness of any of the facts mentioned here, but have a look at a few
examples, which are spoken in closed circle and you decide yourself.</span></div>
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<span face="" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 115%;">The first highly successful freedom movement was
the Non-Cooperation movement, it is widely believed that the British Government
was almost broken but Gandhi abruptly withdrew the movement because of Chauri
Chaura incident. Why? Was his own philosophies greater than the Country’s cause.</span></div>
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<span face="" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 115%;">If Gandhi wanted, he would have saved the life of
Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev, and Rajguru, but he didn’t do so. Why? Is it because
these freedom fighters had done things against his philosophies?</span></div>
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<span face="" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 115%;">Gandhi also condemned the soldiers involved in
the Royal Air Force Revolt and Bombay Mutiny. Why? Is it because he wanted to
prove himself as the only person responsible for the independence?</span></div>
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<span face="" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 115%;">Gandhi’s disagreement with Subhash Bose is well
known, but it was Subhash Bose’s army that dented the British Govt and
ultimately won us freedom. In spite Gandhi and others had agreed to handover
Subhash Bose if he would be found alive to the British Govt. even after our
Independence. Why?</span></div>
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<li><span face="" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; line-height: 11.25pt; text-indent: -18pt;">1946, </span><span face="" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 115%;">in the election for the post of Congress
Presidency Sardar Patel’s name was proposed by 13 out of 16 states
representatives. The Congress Presidents post was crucial at that point of time
because the elected president would ultimately become the first Prime Minister
of the country. Sardar Patel even after winning the votes withdrew his name at
the behest of Gandhi, because Gandhi wanted to see Nehru as the first Prime
Minister. Was that really a work of Mahatma? Wasn’t that favouritism? Had
Gandhi not done something like this, the future of India in which we are living
today would have been completely different.</span></li>
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<span face="" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; line-height: normal;">There are many, but there is no point in
speaking about them. Stories like this will remain an untold story forever and
the sacrifices of those brave soldiers are already forgotten. In a country
where a surname is bigger than the larger interest of the country, the history
would continue to be twisted in the way it suits the political requirements</span><span face="" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; line-height: 11.25pt;">.</span></div>
<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 11.25pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 11.25pt; text-align: justify;"><i>Note: All the facts and pictures used in this post are sourced from internet, their authenticity is debatable. I </i></span><span style="line-height: 15px;"><i>personally may not be able to vouch for their accuracy. </i></span></span><br /><br />
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Amit Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05631527509261726487noreply@blogger.com74tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399548832384969041.post-11642084036863711682012-09-28T00:41:00.002+05:302012-09-28T00:46:42.801+05:30Chilika - Nature's Gift<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If want to enjoy the immeasurability and infiniteness of an
ocean and calmness and serenity of a river, Chilika is the place where you
should be.</span></div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5X27DDFF3w17pGnzjwCVIfj7hXPVr7HV4rpwzUb_RsUbY8OulQLFRJ9YHAGNuaOuPDPJERvSZ86r7diBV5r54meQv3GwHOmPWGBfs89PPltVzy9JKzBlau0A7Xd8EQmZ7pFJF8C1uiNk/s1600/Chilika+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5X27DDFF3w17pGnzjwCVIfj7hXPVr7HV4rpwzUb_RsUbY8OulQLFRJ9YHAGNuaOuPDPJERvSZ86r7diBV5r54meQv3GwHOmPWGBfs89PPltVzy9JKzBlau0A7Xd8EQmZ7pFJF8C1uiNk/s640/Chilika+1.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chilika - Nature's Gift</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A few facts about Chilika:</span></div>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Spread across 1100 sq. Km
it’s the largest water Lagoon in Asia and second largest in the world.
Maximum length of the lake is 64.3
Km and maximum breadth is 18 Km.</span></li>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTPqC7KX8utbkzOaKdfvBPFwpvITk2ODwWpTyPhtvcLK3YkggmedgqIDJrAf1uUrPex87ale3plboBPmMIPcy7wjnF2GfLVF2yakOaE5Z6jJGLYpXmxeY29O7a8WFqnmoK7ZR8WE0vIOU/s1600/Chilika+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTPqC7KX8utbkzOaKdfvBPFwpvITk2ODwWpTyPhtvcLK3YkggmedgqIDJrAf1uUrPex87ale3plboBPmMIPcy7wjnF2GfLVF2yakOaE5Z6jJGLYpXmxeY29O7a8WFqnmoK7ZR8WE0vIOU/s400/Chilika+2.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A picture taken from Yatrinivas Room in Satapada</td></tr>
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<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify;">Situated in the east coast
in the state of Orissa, it is one of the largest wintering ground for the
migratory bird, many of them are endangered. The Nalaban Island within the
lagoon is notified as a Bird Sanctuary under Wildlife (Protection) Act. </span></li>
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<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify;">Some rare, vulnerable, and
endangered species listed in the IUCN Red List of threatened Animals
inhabit in the lagoon for atleast part of their life cycle.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify;">Around 135 rare and endangered Irrawaddy
Dolphins have made Chilika their home, and yes you can see them
jumping around.</span></li>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHgz5P9aO0Rm0B0llhRcmBls0wSO5ugF1VmJhrwHhduy7JfeJeS62SSJXdS9sKwsXkA2zLsUpaonNkrXvbtRBs4tr0FFkyn-G1phUwtiLwteWxOEHRaLzyZwcccLgskoM-0CeoAdPm-_w/s1600/Chilika+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHgz5P9aO0Rm0B0llhRcmBls0wSO5ugF1VmJhrwHhduy7JfeJeS62SSJXdS9sKwsXkA2zLsUpaonNkrXvbtRBs4tr0FFkyn-G1phUwtiLwteWxOEHRaLzyZwcccLgskoM-0CeoAdPm-_w/s400/Chilika+3.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chilika</td></tr>
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify;">Around 52 rivers and
rivulets drain into Chilika, thus the saltiness of the water depend on the
rain and high tides of the sea.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify;">Many fishermen earn their
living from Chilika’s Prawn, mackerel, crabs.</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Chilika is nature’s gift and we need to conserve it’s
ecosystem, which is threatened by unplanned prawn farming and mechanised boats.
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If you want to visit Chilika, there are three entry points,
Satapada, Barkul and Rambha, each between 100 to 120 Km from Bhubaneswar. I
would suggest Satapada because it’s close to one of the mouth from where the
sea water enters the lagoon. Satapada has a Yatrinivas, the accommodation can
be booked online. Please don’t expect any luxury in your rooms, but then, you
are not visiting Chilika for luxurious rooms, isn’t it? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Spend your time floating on the lake listening to nature’s
symphony, trickling of water, the chirping of the birds and the dolphins
jumping around. Heaven is right there, and if you have carried a few beer
bottles, you can feel it even closer :p</span></div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGVxHeZy1asOlnAxKbg0qwg-XViJuGw8FuAXBpbKv7ckUefAzNHAg65s22iv26PrZKxsIElu3aQxfp7geGq88_cCpYTyfTr1E7m8zKJZibd-Pq2PaK4vIxjGhlnksJNdk97JSpz3OzUoo/s1600/Chilika+Mouth.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGVxHeZy1asOlnAxKbg0qwg-XViJuGw8FuAXBpbKv7ckUefAzNHAg65s22iv26PrZKxsIElu3aQxfp7geGq88_cCpYTyfTr1E7m8zKJZibd-Pq2PaK4vIxjGhlnksJNdk97JSpz3OzUoo/s640/Chilika+Mouth.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mouth - Chilika (left) meets the sea (right)</td></tr>
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Amit Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05631527509261726487noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399548832384969041.post-56453750984913893332012-09-16T14:06:00.002+05:302012-09-17T10:31:59.073+05:30Anamika - A Song, A Dedication<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There was a time, when you cross the age of 16-17 you would become a <i>'Sayar'.</i> I was not an exception either. <span style="line-height: 115%;">Many
pages were filled with, which now I assume as, crap. Those pages are now lost
in oblivion. I never tried to recover them either.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But,
I still remember a few of my work. One of such work is ‘Anamika’. Anamika is
the name of the person on whom this song was dedicated. This song is very close
to my heart because I had written it in two hours, for my friend who wanted to
tell something different to bring a smile on the face of his girlfriend who was
suffering sickle-cell disease. It was written on the day when she was going for
her first blood transfusion. The last stanza was added later.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">किसी ने हमसे यह पूछा, तेरे दिल में कौन रहता है</span> <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Kisi ne hamse yeh pucha, tere dil mein kaun
rehta hai)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">मैंने कहा क्या नाम बताऊँ, वोह लड़की अनामिका है।</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">(Maine
kaha kya naam bataun, woh ladki Anamika hai)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">अनामिका है, अनामिका है, अनामिका है</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">(Anamika
hai, Anamika hai, Anamika hai)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">उसने फिर मुझसे यह पूछा, उसमे खासियत गर कोई हो तो बता</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Usne
phir mujhse yeh pucha, usme khasiyat gar koi ho to bata)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">मैंने कहा तो सुन ले जरा </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Maine
kaha toh sun le jara)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">वो एक पारी है, जादूगरी है</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"> (Woh ek
pari hai, Jadugari hai)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">वो एक गुलाब है, शायर का ख्याब है, </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Woh
ek ghulab hai, Sayar ka Khwab hai)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">सागर हैं उसके आँचल, सरगम है उसकी पायल, </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Sagar
hain uske aanchal, sargam hai uski payal)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">वो जो मुस्कुरा दे हो जाये हर कोई घायल, </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Woh jo muskura de, ho jaye har koi ghayal)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">उसकी अदाओं में एक ऐसी है सादगी, </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Uski adaon mein ek aisi hai saadgi,)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">उसको जो देखे कोई भुला दे वो जिंदगी,</span> (U<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">sko jo dekhe koi bhula de woh jindagi)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">और क्या मैं बताऊँ तुझको वो तो एक नसा है,</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Aur kya main bataun tujhko woh toh ek nasha hai)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">अनामिका है, अनामिका है, अनामिका है</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"> (Anamika hai, Anamika hai, Anamika hai)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">फिर उट्ठा एक और सवाल, उसके बिना क्या है तेरा हाल</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Phir utha ek aur sawal, uske bina kya hai tera haal)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">मैंने कहा, कि जबसे वोह है मिली दुनिया दुल्हन सी लगने लगी, </span>(Maine Kaha, ki jabse woh hai mili duniya dulhan si lagane lagi)<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">पर मेरे दिल में हलचल यह रहने लगी,</span> (Par mere dil mein hulchal yeh rehne lagi)<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">कैसे जिऊंगा मैं, गर वो ना मिली तो, </span>(Kaise jiyunga main gar woh na mili toh)<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">तुही बता दे यह गर यह पता हो तुझको</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span>(Tuhi bata de yeh gar yeh pata ho tujhko)<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">उसने कहा वो मिलेगी तुझको, येही मेरी दुआ है. </span>(Usne kaha woh milegi tujhko, yehi meri dua hai)<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">अनामिका है, अनामिका है, अनामिका है.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">(Anamika hai, Anamika hai, Anamika hai)</span><br />
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Amit Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05631527509261726487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399548832384969041.post-6977414105616453162012-09-12T16:03:00.001+05:302012-09-12T16:03:19.073+05:30Sedition or Wielding Power<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Controversial Cartoon of Aseem<br />Source - Internet</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Sedition, a word which is a new addition to my
limited vocabulary, and Aseem Trivedi, a name that I had not heard </span>earlier, have been confusing my thought process
for last few days. When I think about the sanctity of National Symbols of our country, I certainly feel
that somewhere Aseem has hurt the sentiments. Our national symbols needs to be respected.
Distorting a national symbol is not right whatever may be the intention. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But, on the other hand, has he really
disrespected a national symbol more than it already being insulted everyday by
those who have the power or by those who are responsible more than anybody else
to maintain its sanctity? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Aren’t the letterheads, containing the national
emblem at the top of them, used to allocate Coal Mines or spectrum to people
who can <b>unofficially</b> pay higher
amount for this? Aren’t the police officers who ask for bribe wear the national
emblem engraved on the buckle of their belts? What has happened to them, nothing,
but one would argue that these matters are investigated and if found guilty
they would be punished, though it is a completely different matter altogether
that such investigations have a life span of years, at times more than the life
span of the accused himself. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">Kapil Sibal and minister of education of </span>Republic of Mozambique<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">, Zeferino Aledandre, signing an MoU</span></span> .</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Lalu and Rabri Devi sitting while everybody else was on their feet to pay respect to the National Anthem.</span> </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A poster in Tamil Nadu. Well! This is where the problem is, Aseem replaced the images yet he was too close.<br /></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">Do these matters also require investigation? Shouldn't
the guilty have been punished by now? No, perhaps, we are the only proud
democracy in the world that has only two classes, those who have power to rule
and those who have power to suffer. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"></span></div>
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Amit Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05631527509261726487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399548832384969041.post-50537421044218142402012-09-08T13:43:00.001+05:302012-09-21T23:06:46.705+05:30Infrastructural Blunders<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There are many structures in our
country, which, perhaps, were erected only to please some architect’s brain
shitt, to fill some politician’s already flooded pocket, or to show a fake
superiority. There was no foresightedness, and for this the citizens need to
suffer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A place like Bangalore which has
always been ridiculed for its lack of infrastructure, cannot afford such
infrastructural blunders. But there are two structures in the city, which
instead of the reducing, has increased the burden of its citizen. These
structures are such blunders that I wonder what was going through the minds of the
designers, architects, town planners, approvers, financiers and many others who
were involved in finalising the project for construction. Were they just
experimenting as to how the structure would look like, instead of planning as
to how the structure will support the growing population of the city? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>K R Puram Hanging Bridge:</b> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was inaugurated in 2003 by
then PM Mr. Vajpayee. It is on the Old Madras Road, serves the purpose of
Railway Crossing with K R Puram Railway Station and Ring Road crossing under
it. Must say a brilliant architecture, it was declared </span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Most Outstanding National Bridge by the Indian Institution of
Bridge Engineers. Doesn’t it feel nice, if architectures of your city are
admired? No, in this case it doesn’t.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I
am not sure why a flyover, which is just a railway crossing, needs such a big
structure. The bridge today is a bottleneck. It has consumed so much of space
on either side that for regular commuters on the ring road and those going
towards Whitefield, it’s a perennial headache. With the railway line passing
under the bridge, the road becomes very narrow and adding to the woes of the
commuters there is a bus stop right under the bridge. It is difficult to drive
your vehicle, and it is further more difficult for the people walking towards
the KR Puram Station to cross the road. You cannot even construct a footbridge
because of the large structure going right above your head. That is not all, I
am sure the second phase of metro, which is planned on the same route will also
face multiple issues in terms of availability of space and huge add up to the cost.
It will add to the problems of the commuters as well when the metro work will
start. This is not all, even for the commuters on the Old Madras Road who take
the bridge, there is no respite either, the approach to this bridge becomes so
congested that the vehicles crawl.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Within
10 years of its opening, the purpose of the bridge has failed big time. The
problem is big and going forward the situation is going to deteriorate. The authorities
are certainly aware of this but, I assume, even they cannot do anything,
because there is no place for them to play with<span style="font-size: x-small;">. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Richmond Circle Flyover:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Another example of a bad
planning. Can you believe, a flyover, which is normally constructed to make
roads signal free was housing a signal itself a few years back? After a lot of
planning and once the Airport was shifted, the signal was removed, but still
those coming from Lifestyle direction on Richmond Road and going towards Double
Road, they try to avoid the flyover, because of both way traffic towards the Double
Road the flyover becomes very narrow. To add to this the flyover has not
reduced the traffic congestion underneath as well. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In a country where resources are
very limited, are we in a position to experiment with such huge investments and
more than that with our own reputation? Furthermore, a poor town planning is
certainly a big dent to the reputation of the country in front of international
visitors. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Shouldn’t we question the
Government about the planning they did while approving these projects? The
Government is answerable to every penny they misuse.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Do share your views and highlight
any other structure, which you think was poorly or, perhaps, not planned at
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;">Ever since I started blogging, I was
contemplating this idea to put my list of worst movies ever. This list only
includes movies I have seen. My criteria of putting a movie in this category
are very simple. I have gauged the hype created and expectations generated by
the movie before its release against the final outcome.</span><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; text-align: justify;"> </span><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; text-align: justify;">Do remember that
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><b>Shitt Remarks:</b> The dream pairing of Mahesh Bhatt and Shahrukh Khan was presented to the audience for the first time along with the ever versatile Naseerudding Shah but the final product was a forgettable affair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Iss Chahat se har koi </span></i><i><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">hua</span></i><i><span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"> ahat.</span></i></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Though I had not considered public opinion for this post, I have realised that you cannot ignore them either. So after a few responses, I have decided that I will put a remark in the post itself. </span><br />
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This post has been published by me as a part of the <b>Blog-a-Ton 31</b>; the thirty-first edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following <a href="http://blogaton.in/"><b>Blog-a-Ton</b></a>. The theme for the month is 'Strangers in the Night'
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Just a kiss... only one kiss.’
Ankita pleaded with childlike cuteness. This was the first time she had
forgotten my birthday. This was the
first time in fourteen years that she wasn’t the first person to wish me in the
midnight, neither did she come early morning to go to the temple with me.
Fourteen years, such a long time, our relationship had seen many hurdles and
withstood against all odds. She was a person who would celebrate each of our
milestones, like the day we met for the first time, the day I had proposed her,
the day we argued and fought over a petty issue for the first time and the day
we kissed for the first time. This was not all, she had also started
celebrating the day she had caught me smoking, amid my protest the celebration
continued for two years, she would wear a florescent yellow dress (the colour I
hate to the core) for the entire day to mark her protest, until I left smoking.
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Come on Abir, this was the first
time <i>na</i>. One mistake can be forgiven.’ She said. We were in my room, I was
sitting on a chair and she was standing in front of me, wearing that half
sleeve blue T-Shirt, I had gifted her on her last birthday. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘First time huh... Had I
forgotten your birthday...</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘I would have killed you.’ She
said under her breath interrupting me, then raised her pitch. ‘See, I am your sweetie baby <i>na</i>, can’t
your forgive my just one mistake... Now give me a kiss.’ She pleaded again
tilting her head to one side. She had that amazing quality or perhaps I had
that biased weakness for her, I could never keep my anger for a long time, but
this time I was determined that I would be angry with her at least for one day. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Just two months are left for our
marriage and you have started forgetting my birthday, I am not sure what is
going to happen after our marriage.’ I said distracting myself from looking
into her enticing eyes for a long time and get hypnotised by them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Oh my <i>sona</i> is angry with me. Look at your face; you are looking like a <i>chimpu</i>.’ She said pulling my chin. She
looked into my eyes for a few seconds, and then sat on my lap. ‘Do you really
want to know what will happen after our marriage?’ She said bringing her face
close to mine. I could feel her uneven breaths mixing with mine. I could listen
to her heartbeats echoing with mine. Her fingers were lost inside my hair, she
pulled my face towards her, and our lips were locked. The kiss went deeper and
deeper, until my phone rang. It was a call from the hospital,
perhaps some emergency. ‘I love you more than you can ever imagine.’ She whispered
in my ear just before breaking the embrace.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was a doctor in the local city
hospital. After completing my post graduation in medicine, I took this job.
There were many offers, extremely lucrative, but I had to forego all of them
because they wanted me to leave the town, which was not acceptable to me, not
because I loved my small town where the walls of your houses are so thin that
even the whisper inside your house is heard miles away. I was in this town only
because of Ankita. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ankita was always worried about
me joining Medical. Aren’t medical student vulnerable to fall in love with
their classmates? But that never happened with me, in fact with the time my
love for her became more profound. But, my love was not enough to annihilate
Ankita’s inferiority complex, which rather kept on growing since my rise and
her unexpected fall in the studies. She was a good student but even after her
genuine efforts and my unconditional support, her performance could never
improve. Her inferiority complex or perhaps her insecurity rose to a level
where she never wanted me to be away from her easy reach. Phone Calls late in the
night were becoming regular, she complained many times that she was having
sleepless nights. There was only one solution to all this, to get married. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ankita, though was excited after
the date of the marriage was finalised, her situation didn’t improve. She
started worrying about many things now. She was living under a continuous fear
that there were evil forces working against us and they will destroy our
marriage. At times all this would frustrate me. I ignored her and that
was my mistake. A mistake that was unpardonable. A mistake that would turn into
a sin, which could never be purged. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">On the day of our marriage just
before I was about the leave my house with the <i>barat</i>, I received a call from Anikita’s father. Ankita’s missing,
he had said with a shaky voice, she had gone to collect her marriage dress but
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Hi, Doctor, why am I here?’
Ankita asked with a heavier voice. Her
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘ohh.. nothing much. You are
perfectly alright, I will discharge you tomorrow.’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Why tomorrow, I want to go home
now. Mom must be waiting for me.’ Her voice started shaking. She looked around.
Sunrays filtered through the netted veil of the window fell on the ground and
made a square of light. ‘You know doctor, with those lights on the ground; I
can make many figures with my hand.’ She looked at the square of light for some
more time. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">‘What has happened to me doctor?’ She turned her face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Nothing... Nothing at all. Did
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘No I don’t want to eat. I am
dieting you know. Aruna, my friend, she has gained so much of weight; everybody
has started to taunt her. I don’t want to be like her.’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘No, you should eat whatever the
nurses offer you, otherwise how will you become healthy? We may find it
difficult to discharge you. You want to go home, right?’</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She nodded. The nurse came and
fed her. The breakfast was served in a fibre plate, an exception in the entire
nursing home where the meals were served in steel plates. Once she was done,
the nurse wiped her face with a wet tissue. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘I want to see a mirror.’ Ankita
demanded.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘You are looking very beautiful,
I am telling you. What is the need for the mirror? Abir will be very proud of
you.’ The nurse said after combing her hair and left. The name Abir brought
strange changes to her facial expression, it was perhaps shyness mixed with
anger. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Doctor, you know Abir’s my
best... friend, but I am angry with him. He didn’t come to see me today.’ After
sitting quietly for some time, she said.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Oh really, then why don’t you
make me your friend. I will prove to be a good friend, I tell you.’</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘hmmm... But you are too old.’
She said with a smile.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘So what, a young lady like you
and a bit older... okay a lot older man like me can be friends. I may not be
able to replace Abir, but I assure you, I will be a great friend.’</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Don’t take his name, I think he
has forgotten me. I am not sure when was the last time we met; I don’t remember
his face clearly.’ Her nose had become red. She was angry, really very angry.
She agitatedly turned her head and started looking towards the square of light
again. She was sitting quietly with her expressionless face for a long time, as
if giving herself time to heal her own wound. ‘You know Doctor, our life is
like those lights falling on the ground. When you see them early morning, they
are soothing; they have so much of life in them. You can see various particles
floating carelessly. But as the day progresses, the lights start becoming strong
and with some more time they fade away. I always want to be those early morning
lights, full of life.’</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Yes, you are full of life, you
should not change.’</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Full of life, bullshit... ohh
Sorry.’ She bit her tongue.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Its okay, I am your friend,
remember.’ </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘How can you be full of life
sitting on this hospital bed?’ </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Okay let’s go out to the lawn.’ </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ankita came out of the room
looked towards the sky and raised her hand as if to embrace the whole world
within her delicate hands. She took a long breath and closed her eyes for a few
seconds. She removed her slippers and started walking barefoot. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘It feels so nice to walk on the
grass barefoot.’ Ankita said. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘It’s good for the health as
well.’</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Come on, stop talking like a
doctor now, you are my friend here, not a doctor.’ She smiled. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Okay, you have accepted me
as your friend. So touched I am.’</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Yeah, you should be. This
privilege is available to very few of them.’ She slightly tilted her head to
one side and winked. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Doctor... Doctor.’ Somebody was
shouting at a distance. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For a few minutes after that,
Ankita was walking alone, unaware of many things. Her attention span on anything didn’t last
for more than a few seconds except for the boundary wall. She gazed at the
boundary wall for a long time as if she wants to be free, she wants to explore
the unknown world beyond the confines of the nursing home. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Ma’am, its time to go inside.’ A
nurse said.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Ma’am? Do I look so old that you
will call me Ma’am?’ She said squeezing her eyebrows. The nurse smiled and
guided her to her room. Later, lunch was served in the same fibre plate. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Doctor, where were you for so
long time?’ Ankita said. She was trying to concentrate on reading something
after finishing her lunch.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Here only. I was just a call
away, but you never called.’</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Ohh... My mistake... I should
have called. I was feeling lonely. I am unable to read this magazine. Loosing
concentration too frequently.’ She said. Again, the voice was shaky, as if an
unknown fear was rattling her from inside. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘You must be thinking about your
boy friend.’</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Boyfriend?... I don’t have a
boyfriend.’ She winced.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Hmmmm... Liar... I know Abir is your boyfriend.’</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Who told you? That’s just a
rumour. I know Aruna must be behind this. That fatty can’t keep anything inside
her stomach except for food.’ A fake anger adorned her face for some time.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Okay, I don’t trust the rumours.
You tell me the truth.’</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Hmmm ... He isn’t my boyfriend,
but...’ She paused for some time, scratched her face than her head, and then
continued. ‘Yeah... I like him though.’</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘See the truth is coming out, you
said you like him.’</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘I said I like him, that doesn’t
mean he becomes my boyfriend.’</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Then, what does that mean?’</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘It means I... like... him...
nothing else.’ She said stretching each word, in her trademarked cuteness. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Just before the sun was about to
set in, the sweeper came to clean the room. The occupants were asked to wait
outside for a few minutes. Ankita in her curiosity went near the sweeper’s
trolley parked outside the room and lifted a broken mirror piece.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Ankita no,’ came the voice, but
it was too late. Ankita had already seen her face in the mirror.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Doctor.’ Ankita shouted. The
consecutive shouting of two people had alerted the nurses. She was helped to
reach to the bed. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Why am I looking like this,
doctor?’ She said pushing words outside, her throat was chocked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Nothing to worry, you are
looking just a few years older than your current age, but that is only because
of illness. You have now started eating as per my advice; you will be perfectly
alright in a few days.’</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Are you sure? You are holding my
hand, you can’t lie.’ Stream of tears rolled down her cheek, genuine and
uncontrollable. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘I am your friend. Wait till
tomorrow, you will see the change.’ </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘I don’t know what will happen if
Abir sees me like this.’ A few attempts to control herself had failed. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘He will like you, in fact he
will fall in love with you.’</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The mention of the word love worked
as a magic. Her crying started subsiding.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘Never, if I look like this.’ She
said with a faint smile. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The nurse came to serve dinner.
Ankita’s dinner was served before the sun sets in. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘I will not leave doctors hand,
you need to feed me.’ She said to the nurse. The nurse smiled and fed her,
wiped her face and combed her hair again. Along with many doses of medicine
during the entire day, one additional pill was added in the evening, a high
power sleeping pill. The pill starts working within a few minutes. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘See doctor, if Abir comes after
I sleep, don’t allow him to see me, let him see me tomorrow. You have promised
I will look better tomorrow.’ She said. The faint smile still adorned her face.
‘Whenever I hold your hand like this, I feel like I am holding Abir. I feel so
protected.’ She paused. The smile vanished. ‘Why can’t I remember his face
properly?’ She said with furrowed brows. ‘But you know doctor whatever I
remember, I think he will look like you once he reaches your age.’ She said.
‘No I think he will look better than you.’ She winced. She closed her eyes and
allowed the sleeping pill to work without any resistance.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She was still holding my hand. A
lonely teardrop rolled down my cheek. For seven years now, the day would end
something like this. I can never tell her that I am her Abir. It is completely
left on the mercy of a miracle that one day she would remember me the way I am,
and she would accept herself the way she is now. But I know, such a day might
never come. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">On the day of our marriage, after
getting the call from her father, I searched for her everywhere. After three
hours, I found her sitting on a broken concrete wall at the extreme end of the
city bus stand. She had lost her bag and mobile. When I called her name, she
gave me a blank look as if she was trying to recognise me. I went close to her and
hugged her, she didn’t reciprocate for some time, then started crying. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I correlated everything that was
happening with her in the past and the result sent a shiver down to my spine. I
silently prayed to the God to prove me wrong, but no, he didn’t listen to my
prayers. Being a doctor, I cursed myself for ignoring the symptoms for so long
time, but I couldn’t do anything more, nor could anybody else do
anything for her, except for delaying the completely predictable future. Ankita
was diagnosed Alzheimer, an incurables disease that was eating a bit, a little
bit of her memory every day, every second.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Initially, she was losing her
memory on random occasions, but slowly the situation started
deteriorating. Amid protests in my family, I married her after three months,
just before she was about to enter the next phase of the disease. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Today, after seven years, she had
lost her entire memory gathered after the age of fourteen and even the earlier
memories are too blurred. Each day of her is a fresh day, she doesn’t remember
anything that had happened a day before. I am just a doctor for her, a friend
whom her mind forgets but her heart remembers. But that is only during the day,
when the sun sets in, even her heart surrenders in front of her ailing brain.
She becomes aggressive or at times gets scared with the human presence nearby.
I had tried on earlier occasions to calm her down but it didn’t work, even my presence
didn’t work. It is difficult for me to accept that she is unable to recognise
me. I would sit all night near her bed and watch her with an expectation that
one night she will wakeup, look at me and whisper, “I can never forget you, I
love you more than you can ever imagine.” That moment never came and I could see that expectation dying every passing night and on the date of the funeral of that
expectation I realised that the person sleeping on the bed was not Ankita, she
was a stranger, a stranger whom my heart adores in this life and perhaps on
all earlier lives. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The destiny is so ruthless, two
people who were inseparable a few years back, became just good friends during
the day and <b>strangers in the night</b>. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">'Hello Doctor, why am I here?' A new day begins.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">PS: This story is a work of fiction, any resemblance is purely coincidental. </span> </span><br />
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Amit Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05631527509261726487noreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399548832384969041.post-45565428530291306712012-08-31T17:19:00.000+05:302012-10-16T18:12:51.374+05:30Tease Your Taste Buds<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">If your taste buds are still not provocated by Sushi Salmon above, some Dragon Maki for you.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Irresistible</span><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> Deserts</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Teppan Japanese Grill and Sushi Bar, Ulsoor Road, Bangalore.</span><br />
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Amit Singhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05631527509261726487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6399548832384969041.post-3596509844539018362012-08-30T19:00:00.003+05:302012-08-31T16:10:24.297+05:30Save Me, Save Yourself<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The day I would be the only tree in this world, the sky would certainly look different. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Save Me, Save Yourself. Do your bit towards your own society. </span></div>
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<li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Plant Trees.</span></li>
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<li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Reduce consumption of paper and related products.</span></li>
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<li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Be economical while using the tissue paper, I understand, for a few its extremely difficult. </span></li>
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<li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Our dependency on alternative power needs to imporve so that the requirement of Hydel power is reduced. Hydel power projects submerge forests. </span></li>
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<li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Indiscriminate disposal of plastic products should be stopped. They block seepage of water to the ground. </span></li>
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<li><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Recycle, Reduce, Reuse should be the mantra.</span></li>
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