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Banned Chinese Manja Still Available

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Despite being banned the dragon continues to spit fire with its 'Chinese manja.' What is colloquially know as Chinese manja is kite-flying thread made from plastic, nylon or other synthetic materials and is still available in the market. These cheap Chinese imports were banned by the department of environment and forests because of the severe damage caused to humans and birds but this has only moved its sale under the counter.
The lethality of synthetic thread has been documented with hundreds of bird casualties and thousands of bird injuries reported over the last few years. They also pose a serious threat to human life, with cases of severe cuts and even slit throats reported every Uttarayan. Furthermore, these types of thread are good conductors because of their polymer constituents, making them potential triggers of explosions and electrocution.
The purchase and sale of such threads are offences. With the kite business gradually picking up, black marketing of Chinese manja has been observed across the seasonal markets at Raipur Darwaza, Shahpur and Dilli Darwaja.
This correspondent visited Raipur and Dilli Darwaja markets and with little persistence could easily buy Chinese manja. Initially, most dealers refused citing the ban. However,
Several dealers in the Walled City said they ther asking, one dealer sold 300 metres of nylon thread for Rs 70. They said a premium was charged as the sale was illegal.
Another dealer said he could supply 150 types of Chinese manjas if the order was placed two days in advance. The dealers, insisted that they did not sell Chinese manja to regular kite-flyers any more.
Reportedly, all major manufacturing units for such threads have been closed down. Most Chinese kite-thread dealers reported to be presently involved in the business are bent on clearing the stocks by selling them illegally to avoid losses.
It needs mention that all vendors found violating the ban on manufacture of such threads would be booked along with the stocks, as declared by the Ahmedabad Municipal Corporation, in compliance with department of environment & forests directives.

Courtesy: http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/ahmedabad/Banned-Chinese-manja-still-available/articleshow/10586869.cms
Author: Niyati Parikh, TNN

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I feel on the 9th cloud

A few words that caught their  fancy again. . . :)

I feel on the nineth cloud.
A joy, a happiness- oh! So profound.
A sense of tranquil and the serene-
I can feel that strange heavenly bliss
As if on my cheek, the nature just kissed.
A smile of ecstasy sparkles on my face
Just like the pearls- tied up in a gentle lace.
Look at the crimson roses that bloom-
So quickly, the take away all my gloom!
I look at the tulips, blushing in the lush,
So willingly they pout their scarlet mouths,
As if i am welcomed, into the nature's loving arms!
I listen to the flowing waters gush-
A melody, a sound- so calm; like the lullaby's hush!
I can feel the warm April air,
So swiftly it surges, through the locks of my hair.
As if my beloved whispered sweet nothings,
Leaving me into the world of sweet musings. . .
Look at the world- there is glee all around. .
As if life's journey revolves in the joy's merry-go-round !
That moment of joy is an eon no divine-
When i lay on the grass- looking at the stars that shine!
Forgetting all the worries- of pain and gain,
It was a sight of beauty, yet a joy forever. .
Ah! The sense of happiness itself- so pure and pristine.
And hence my eyes had that shine.
And hence that smile sparkled on my face
And hence on my cheek, the nature kissed.

Ah! I feel on the nineth cloud.


----


Let's hope my words create the magic, again and again and all over again. . . 
:)

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It's a new world


I always wanted to make a career in communications. Being a typical Piscean – an all time day dreamer, I always daydreamed of travelling the world around. I had and still do hold onto a lot of fantasies that relate to travelling, relate to different places, diverse cultures, people and their way of living. Somehow all I could see was the beautiful part of it. It so much awed me all the time. When I watch different travel shows, I visualize myself roaming around like a nomad. When I read the National Geographic magazine, I feel like being a nomad and captures sights and sounds of a populace. Whenever I visit Mumbai, in spite of the constant rush of the people moving in and out of everywhere, I have a strange connection to that city. Whenever I am at a seashore, I sense a sudden tranquil that stays inside, deep inside me. Whenever I feel the raindrops on myself, a swift rejuvenation occurs. I was always like this. I still am – in the world of my dreams. I always do what I love. But I can’t forcefully love everything that I do. So I choose to live with the former one.

I am 22 and it’s been a year since I graduated with an engineering degree in information technology. I tried my hands on technology, by giving a shot to pursuing Masters in Technology from one of the leading institutes of the country. I quit from there in two months. I never had that passion that I found in my contemporaries. Working without a passion, without putting soul into my work, I always asked myself – “Now what!” This clearly reflected my unquestioned, yet obvious disinterest towards it. The cake was served to me in the most beautiful and prosperous platter; yet I chose not to eat it, just because I did not like that flavor. However decorative the plate may be, unless you can’t swallow and digest the cake without side effects, you’re not going to enjoy it. My case was similar.

After a year of struggling with my own self; those endless ways with which I tried convince people about my decisions of leaving engineering and pursuing communications and the rest allied, I finally am into some league of communications. Since two days I have been attending my orientation classes at the university in the developmental communications and I have literally ‘lived’ every moment of it. At each stage, during each session, I always had this fresh feeling of being alive, of being sent into this world for a purpose, for a cause. I had everything to absorb, as if knowledge was raining all over.
In the very first session, on my very first day, I gazed at the rain through the classroom window for moments together, thinking about my dream that is coming true, each moment from now. The haze suddenly seemed to clear and I could see visualize my reverie, more clearly. It felt as if I stood on an empty terrace under a heavy cloudburst, while completely soaking myself into purity. There was an eccentric content in me. Maybe I found my choclate cake - the flavor I love.

Life’s indeed going my way. Suddenly the saddle of impatience and grudges that I carried seemed to wither away. I am once again flying light, into the new world. I am contended and my life is really beautiful. I truly realized the worth of the words I always kept saying - do what you love and love what you do and there'll be no working day in your life....

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Strange Love ;)


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A cup of coffee charges me up like anything, some say! Well, that is not true completely; but yes, I have beautiful memories associated with Coffee. Four years back, during my visit to Juhu Beach, Mumbai; I just happened to cross the road from the beach to reach out to the other side and what catches the fancy of my eyes? CAFÉ MOCHA – Coffee and Conversations! Well, a lot many times before I had visited Café Coffee Day, where I read: “A lot can happen over a coffee” but it wasn’t as special as this one. That moment was strangely delightful, for I stood on the other side of the road for almost a minute to gaze those lines and smile. And since then, life has unfolded happy moments that somewhere, had a strange connection to coffee. Some of the best conversations that I’ve had, be it mutual or be it with myself have happened over a coffee. Moreover, some of my favorite fantasy moments too are associated with coffee. So I believe there’s a strange connection, a strange bond, a strange affection I have towards it and hence this.


Being a faithful companion,
you constantly stir my soul.
A sense of tranquil felt inside;
And the musical notes begin to chant.
With each sip of bitterness,
There’s a sweet delight –
Of having a buddy by the side:
A wave of freshness on a rosy morning;
And a soulful friend on a lonely night.
You bring the inspiration, for all time;
Yet I shower the acclaim on someone else!
But, today is your day;
Today is the time for a tribute;
An accolade to a forever pal –
With no complaints and demands;
And yet always a sweet muse and brainwave!
And your friend, my dear pal –
Is again inspired for a song, for a composition;
Again your friend’s soul has been stirred;
Maybe it’s the essence of our strange love… J


“The ones who think I am a coffee addict – for this moment, I really do not intend to pay attention to what your concerns are; because I know I am not one. A mug a day should be fine I believe. And two occasionally isn’t harmful” ;)
NO SARCASM INTENDED!!

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There You Are...


A chatterbox called spontaneity – seems just perfect;
That happiness you embed with my soul: my eyes reflect.
I can’t help but smile, with the way you touch my heart;
Of my little world, you’re indeed a beautiful part!

You’re a magical gift; for you take any form –
Be it a shoulder I need to lean on; or just a push to move on!
Listening to my silly things, however dumb they maybe –
I never cease to express out to you, the very real me!

Into that vast darkness of the night, you showed me the beauty:
The shining star that stood alone; whom you claimed to be me.
Believing in my dreams more than me – abating blindness away:
You inspired me to define a beautiful chum. . .

One moment I thought life’s unfair, and god’s even more so;
But the day I found you, I thanked him a million times –
Because for everything unfair in this world –
You were a special soul sent, to bring in the perfect balance.

There were people who really made life richer;
But there were few like you – larger than life itself:
And before I could join my hands and pray for one:
I was all into your amity’s warm embrace.
And a voice came from inside struck the heart’s strings:
“In that huge crowd, there you are. . .” :)

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The other side of the stage!


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It was an evening -
I decided to be detached with.
The day before, had been grueling;
But Ah! the magic spell of the antechamber:
The Ennui and Languor vanished completely!
That place was no more mine,
in spite of the fond memories!
The podium awaited others;
My turn was very much over.
The walls echoed sounds of yore:
distant yet familiar voices -
anecdotes that were verily mine!
The basket of memories already begun to overflow;
yet I decided to be detached with the place.
The process was not easy;
there were magnets everywhere!
Suddenly I was spellbound by the charm;
Suddenly, fortune embraced me into its arms;
And Suddenly, the memories came to life!
And Hence I gave in.....
Maybe it was the taste of the bliss -
Of that delectable brew!
Maybe was the essence -
Of that strange love affair,
Whose upshot took me straight up there-
Whose allure said: "The place is all yours"!
And a fortunate chance encounter -
embraced me again!
It was indeed a strange love affair -
with the other side of the stage!!

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Reading the Poet's Diary...


Of the two people who have gone through this, one tells me: i love it but it's an orthodox poem which is written within a set framework - that of the poet's feelings; while the other puts it forth short and sweet, saying: it is simply lovable :)
Well, what's your take on that one? 

Dedicated to the poet & the poet's diary... :-)

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Turning through the pages of his diary,
I envisioned the face of his beloved fairy.
Lively little eyes shining bright;
I could see why she was just the right.

Each word clad in the shade, of a new emotion;
Sometimes his smile was just another notion:
I felt his ecstasy, I felt his pain.
I could imagine his fingers tremble insane–
And hence see the letters suddenly wane…

Sailing through each blunt and bold expression,
I noticed sudden questions and confessions –
Pouring out straight from my mind:
Even the ones I buried & left way behind.
Indeed, he had the purity – of an unusual kind!

Elegance pouring out, even from the miscellany;
To his profound love, were no boundaries any.
The solitude of my soul became his feelings’ abode;
Just like the nuances of his emotions, etched into that ode.
And hence our journeys met at the sentiment’s crossroad…

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False Paradise!



Glimpses of fresh dreams born in the mind;
Haunting her always, they are a peculiar kind.
Faintly known faces skulking all around;
A world of emotions - oh so profound!

She flaunts around with her beauty,
there's yet an elegance in that strange vanity.
Her smile had mystifying strenghts: she had no fear;
With a little high confidence, she could see it all clear.

She was spellbound by the grace that shined;
She knew not of the peril that rested beyond.
In a brief moment, that whirl just took her along;
Dazzled by glittering fake: she went straight down.

Hers was a boulevard of avid Desires,
that was seen burning away into flames and fire.
She lost her hopes, desires and dreams -
All flashed away like those lightening beams.

Her new world was glory, she stood on an altitude;
She wasn't just another face in the multitude.
But no dream haunted anymore;
She walked all alone on the shore - 
She burried those emotions deep down;
She wasn't anymore a placid soul.
In the rat race she lost her hopes, desires and dreams,
She lost herself.. She just so lost herself!

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An ode to the Angel

I look at her and find a smile,
It’s been sixteen years, and yet;
Together, we walk a mile.
A long journey has passed;
But a longer journey still to pass.
With her, life has been beautiful.
With her, life shall always be beautiful.

Wide open eyes, shining bright –
She brings me the happiness;
She gets me into the light.
We’re often apart, far away,
Nowhere in each other’s sight;
But a silent presence is always felt by the side.
She is truly my friend, philosopher and guide.

A symbol of love, a symbol of purity;
An epitome of devotion; an attitude with the right vanity.
An extreme laughter, the deepest cry,
She has patience, she seldom ceases to try.
With freedom in the mind, stretching her wings apart;
She is all set to fly.
Her fire illuminates the dark: no one can deny.

I still remember the way we grew up –
Together, ambling hand in hand.
It was surely the almighty’s bliss;
That I was kissed by a magic wand;
When my angel stepped into my life;
I never felt a void since then.
With her, life has been beautiful.

She’s a poet’s dream; she’s a writer’s imagination,
She has the magic to heal my trepidation.
A beautiful soul wandering round the corner,
She has a long way to go –
Her strength is vivid: nothing can stop her;
Accentuating the superior, she walks ahead in confidence.
A presence so deeply felt just akin to the allure itself.

I used to say: I walk the road alone;
But never ever after I met bliss, I had the chosen one.
Someone specially sent my way,
Someone so special, who could just take the ugly away,
She’s that hug I never have to wait for;
She’s that smile I always wear on my lips.
She is the kiss that always soothes.
She’s the touch that is always magical.
She is a precious gem-
A phenomenon I’ve delved deeper into;
And still couldn’t measure the depths.
I call her a little bit of everything;
And yet I call her complete.
But I am more than sure of a notion; of one thing:
Without this angel, my journey would always be incomplete.

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B-L-A-N-K


It's often called a state of mind - B-L-A-N-K : blank. You do not have anything on your mind, not anything specific that you want to mention or write about. Well, I do not know about others, but I am whimsical enough to go through this state of mind very often. And it has been a while that I have picked up the pen which happens to be very much because of this reason. In the process of being BLANK, I noticed something, at times with myself, at times with people around whom I interact with. In the hustle and bustle of a busy life it so happens that you live life, read newspapers, come across experiences of yours, of others, and incidents taking place around the corner and somewhere it definitely feels, a voice must be raised. Somewhere a voice that seems to have been suppressed by the noise of lies, fake and the forgery, must come out, scream away. For a moment, your adrenaline pumps at its peak. Shit happens not only to you, but around you too and at that time all you wish to do is to change the world in seconds because the whims of anger, the disgust that you exhibit are at the peak. And it so happens that you babble out abuses then and there and you forget things the next moment. At that time your desire to raise your voice is at the peak but then things seem to fizz out eventually. 
Not that such things happen only with negative feelings: even when you're extremely happy, your ecstasy is at the peak, you feel like dancing all the way around and the very next moment, when you're back to the ground state from the unstable excited state, you tend to get tears. Or else, one experiences a void and they say: "Something's seriously missing.." In my case, when I have a great time with family or friends, I tend to feel that okay - this is gonna go into my diary. I mean we all are so happy being together and in spite of knowing that good times are flying fast, faster, I'll expect them to last forever and this is the best memory so it needs to be preserved as it is - the best way to put it forth is through the beautiful world of my words. But when you're back to it, involved into something else, it just all goes away and one fine moment I again remembered - Ah this was supposed to be penned.
Like one fine day after like ages together I take a walk by the moonlit sky and all i realize is - "Ah.. it never looked so beautiful before. I'm going to pen it down right away." That's a momentary feeling that gives me the pleasure.
But a second thought then accompanies to just say: "Dude, it looks the same everyday; you just never got the time to stand and stare." And then follows this moment called the BLANK, where the mind is completely numb - a void an emptiness thats so yours, your only accompaniment in solace, that longs for the beauty and tries to cease the realization that there is a void, the void of beauty..!! So its exactly the midpoint between the extreme elation and the gloom of experiencing a void.
Maybe, that's what we call blank and never seem to enjoy. Probably none of us have been inquisitive enough to delve deeper into this blank and that's why the balanced form of happiness or the wise man's happiness is said to be BLANK - because one never figured out how it actually works..!!

PS - This might seem to be a very confusing post to a number of you.. But this a sort of organized form of some random thoughts that passed through my head. I don't rate it as my piece of writing but this is what I had to share - BLANK..!!

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Aaj Dil ne Socha yun...


aaj dil ne socha yun,
rang badalti is duniya mein
ek tu hi toh hai jisko maine paya hai,
bhag daud bhari zindagi mein
hamesha saath chalta sirf tera saya hai,
tujh jaise dost mein
jannat ke farishte ko maine paya hai...

aaj dil ne socha yun
har patjhad ke mausam mein
wo kaun hai jo muskaan ki meethi baarish le aata hai.
thartharate, darr ke us toofaan mein,
wo kaun hai jo kaanpti hatheli ko pyar ki aag se sek lata hai..
laakhon ki bheed mein chhipi tanhayi mein
wo tu hi toh hai jo apne hone ka ehsaas dilata hai...

aaj dil ne socha yun
bakshi toh hai zindagi khuda ne lekin,
munasiv na hoga jeena, ek baar tere liye na jeeye agar;
toh aaj dil ne phir socha yun
aise kisi apne ko du toh kya du
wo dost jo meri zindagi hai,
use lafzon mein, main kya bayaan karu
Bas reh gaye hain, toh sirf do waade mere daman mein-
tu jaan le bas, ke tere liye main har pal hamesha hoon...

Aaj dil ne socha yun,
ki waqt ka kaafila na ruka hai, na rukega,
bas itana kehne ki ijazat de aye dost,
zindagi ki kitaab ka anmol kissa ho tum
mera apna, meri rooh ka ek pyara sa hissa ho tum
tumhare liye dil se nikalti hai bas ek hi dua
muskuraate hue unchaiyon ko chhu lo sada hi tum..

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Teachers to be put to test too :)



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Gone are the days when it’s only the students of a college will be writing exams. It’s time now when teachers too will have to remain on their toes, suggests a report from the NAAC Committee i.e. the National Assessment and Accreditation Council. NAAC grades and rates colleges and universities but now, that is not all. Faculty members too, would be graded based on a certain set of criteria. The idea was proposed sometime back and is soon to take shape after undergoing a discussion by the end of the year.
Today, the situation across various Educational Institutes is bad, very bad. It looks like quality control is needed not only in industries but educational institutes too. I have observed people taking up the teaching profession because it’s the easiest place to get in, you have two vacations a year, you just need to move the class and speak anything you feel like and come back. No preparations and no responsibilities. Besides, earn lofty.
It is said:
“A teacher holds the largest amount of responsibility for the shape of the nation’s future is in his hands.”
But the current scenario says: "Not anymore". The way the profession is degrading in value has two basic reasons – 1) A lack in attitude of people involved in the profession 2) A lack in attitude of people out of it.
Well, the later are less responsible because corruption and malpractices have entered the profession to such a deep-rooted extent that most of them avoid joining or degrade their attitude towards it. But there are very few who have the guts to take the lead to change the system. Or at least do their own duty sincerely. They are seldom harmed anyway.
Anyway, I am not here to debate on corruption that has pierced into the balance of various facets of the Indian society. But the point is – that such steps need to be taken. Hopefully, they occur without corruption, because I have come across a few of such accreditation procedures ending up not actually in improvement but bribe. Its sad as well as funny to know that even teachers in such case give a sweet-tongue bribe to the students saying – “If the college is accredited, you will be at benefit. Think about the number of companies that will come for placements to an A graded college.” Wow. We’re taught how to do the wrong. Faculty feedback systems too, are so conveniently manipulated.
Let us hope that such a decision gets implemented soon. Let the teachers too be evaluated on some solid parameters so that they remain on their toes to deliver their best in the class. The efficient will certainly pass the test. Looking at the situation when qualification is given a major importance than skills, it is really important to put them to test in both ways – their subjective knowledge and their ability to teach and deliver well. This in turn will let the aspirants of joining the profession, to stay vigilant too. With great powers, come great responsibilities. But it is equally important to realize them.
Well, this is my take on the issue. What’s yours??

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Khichdi - The Movie : Review

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Once again the weird mixed bag of dumb and dumber people get together – The Parekh Parivar; is all set to entertain you. Is it? Well, a half-an-hour long episode of a sitcom stretched to about two hours doesn’t bring in the glow back of our very own Khichdi and Instant Khichdi. For those who have been following the sitcom would enjoy; but to a very very limited extent. Most of the punchlines in the movie are the same old ones. For those who haven’t been following the comedy series would even not enjoy it thoroughly.
The movie moves on as the happy idiot family attempts to find a suitable bride for Himanshu, as the last wish of his late father and the fun begins. It does make the viewers laugh, but the humor and punches come in spikes and not a continuously flowing laughter. The director has made a great attempt to translate the serial into a film but has definitely not able to surpass the expectations of the audience.
Speaking of performances, the Praful-Hansa duo manages to bring in a mindless laughter with their PJs and innocent ignorance; but the rest are not up to the mark. And there are instances where the film completely loses the hold of its spectators’ attention with monotony barging in and you would definitely like to leave your seat and move out. J
Looks like an exaggeration of the actual characters of the sitcom. On the whole, a poor adaptation. You’ll definitely come out laughing but at the same time cursing – WTF on the low level PJs.
My rating **

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The forgotten heroes - the forgotten saints...


After 63 years of Indian Independence, after decades of growth and technological advancement, the nation still bears a deserted look. The presence of the Mahatma is still sought after in various facets of the independent India. Call him Bapu, Call him The Father of the Nation, Call him Mahatma or call him Gandhiji – he was a man with doctrine of no big volumes; but only two principles – truth and non-violence.
It was years ago when Bapu gave away the message of peace – through practice and preaching. But the country today seems to have forgotten the simplest religion – humanity, the country seems to have lost the basic sentiments of brotherhood, which just for the sake have undoubtedly been mentioned in the Indian Constitution; but seldom seen in the attitudes and everyday life of the populace. Today everyone knows Gandhiji as the father of the nation, as the reverend for truth and non-violence, as one of the most active figures instrumental in the creation of an independent India. But the efficacy of his words, his spirit, has values is hardly ever evident.
Bapu - the stupid common man of his time, who knew not much, who possessed not a charismatic persona and an emphatic voice– but had the will as strong as a rock. And that will, probably changed the face of India from a slave country to an independent republic and the largest democracy of the world.
But today’s India, is again a different face. Today – there is terror amongst the people. Today there are expressions of fear, anger, and vengeance on faces. Today people fear peace. Today people are insecure because truth alone doesn’t triumph ubiquitously. There are other petty things prevalent which need to be given more importance.
On the other hand, there is Munnabhai who reminds us of Gandhigiri. But how far have we succeeded to remember practicing Gandhigiri? Nowhere probably.
A friend of mine wrote some wonderful words for bapu today –

Never before in the history of mankind, the transformation of power was a nonviolent event..
But he did it. No extraordinary talent or brains. No looks; just a common man. His epic journey was from fear of darkness, lying to father, smoking to the Father of Nation - the largest democracy of world.

So true to its meaning: Never ever did history witness a struggle, a war as a Satyagraha – without picking up a stone in hand. Time has discredited heroes as easily as it has forgotten everyone else but saints remain; said Dr. Sarvapalli Radhakrishnan. But today – the saint seems to have been lost - being just another face in the crowd, being just another name of the road, of a freedom fighter.
They say a bullet can kill the person but not the spirit; not the thoughts. Thoughts remain and travel far – they always tend to create a chemical imbalance across the masses. Then why is this saint fading away?
Today on the 141st birthday of the Mahatma – let us light a small lamp to let it float and illuminate the shadow valley where darkness still prevails, where time comes to a standstill witnessing the deterioration of humanity and disruption of peace.
Happy Birthday Bapu!!! Happy International Non Violence Day!!!
On a lighter note –
Maati Pukaare Tujhe Desh Pukaare 
Aaja Re Bapu Aaja Re
Bhule Ham Raahen Hamein Raah Dikha De
Aaja Re Bapu Mere
Aainak pehne Laathi Pakde Chalte The Woh Shaan Se
Zaalim Kaanpe Thar Thar Thar Thar Sunkar Unka Naam Re
Kad Tha Unka Chhota Sa Aur Sarpat Unki Chaal Re
Duble Se Patle Se The Woh Chalte Seena Taan Ke
Bande Mein Tha Dam Vande Mataram ....

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The thought's Den

After long, I picked up the pen;
After long, I am into the thought's den.
Words do not seem new,
But moments of solace - indeed few.
I used to say:
"Thoughts travel far";
But today, ideas often cease,
Attempts often freeze -
To watch the birds,
To feel the breeze;
To live each moment - a little more.
Today is the day -
When I hope to dance n' sing in gay -
Today is the day -
When I wish to carefreely play.
But today is also the day -
When there are, a hundred debts to pay.
I often ponder, I often wonder -
In spite of burying it all within,
Why is the new feeling still akin ?
Akin to the old one, to those memories?
Why does the deepest desire still wish -
to be born again, to be cherished?
After long, looks beautiful - my life's new phase;
Why is it that age old dream I still do chase?
The world is suddenly so brand new;
Yet, I can't forget, what I always knew!
I just stepped onto the road to glory -
Why do I live in that fury?
"My innocence is robbed;
It shall be forgotten - just like another stupid story!"
After long, I picked up a pen;
After long, I am into the thought's den. . . 

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