Monday, January 12, 2015
How and who killed Sunanda Pushkar?
Friday, January 11, 2013
Time for change?
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Death of a girl
Friday, March 16, 2012
When cart comes before the horse
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
A treasure that made me rich
Among many other things what life has taught me is that you don’t have to be the direct beneficiary of something to become a happy man in your life.
I was a happy and proud Indian when India won the cricket World Cup, though I never got a penny from it. Dhoni got, Tendulkar got and other players who have played and not played all got a fortune of cash. But not me. I was still happy, say even more than Sreesanth.
I was also a happy Indian when A.R. Rehman got Oscar award. When he took the award I took the happiness. But I was not that happy when the movie Slumdog Millionaire bagged the award. Not because I have anything against the movie. But I don’t subscribe to the idea of foreigners selling the pathetic conditions of our slum life to the world. And I still believe if the movie has won the academy award it is just because of some ‘white hands’ in it.
When Viswanathan Anand became the Grand Master I was double happy. He was an Indian first and South Indian second. The later one was the reason for my double happiness. All south Indians are that way. They become happier if the person concerned is a South Indian. The same applies to in sadness too. Otherwise ask Karunanidhi. He was sad when Kalmadi went to Tihar, depressed when Raja followed and when Kanimozhi went, he cried.
When I think of Viswanathan Anand’s extraordinary brain power, I wish our politicians had got half of it. I must admit, it is a thought that makes me sad, not happy.
I was always happy to watch Sania Mirza play, whether she win or lose. It was the same case with every Indian, I bet. I felt proud when she won and sympathized when she lost. At least she tried hard, I argued for her. The way she was progressing I thought one day she will conquer the world. She proved me wrong and conquered a Pakistani. She still plays for India as an Indian. However, today many Indians see her as Sania Malik not as Sania Mirza. That’s the problem.
Another woman I am really happy with is Mrs. Sonia Gandhi. Can anyone imagine where the Congress Party will be today if she was not in the helm of affairs? I am saying this not because I am a Congressman. In that case I am also happy with the way Mr. Narendra Modi is carrying out his work in Gujarat (except his inaction during the riot). With no personal connections with either of these two, I still feel happy about them and their work.
Another time I felt much happier is when Mr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam became the President of India. People like him are real treasures of the country and when he has been selected for the high position of Indian President, I felt myself getting honoured.
And comes to think of treasures, I feel I am one of the most honoured, fortunate, luckiest, richest and happiest men in the world today. That is because Shree Padmanabhaswamy temple, where thousands of crores of wealth being been unearthed, is situated just one hour ride from my home.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Have the cake and eat it too
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Chalo Dilli
The wife was telling me this morning, “We must book our tickets to Delhi for August 16 today or it will become extremely difficult to get.”
“Tickets for Delhi? Who told you we are going to Delhi on August 16? And I don’t understand why someone wants to go to Delhi on August 16. People go to Delhi on August 15 so that they can watch and take part in Independence Day celebrations. But not on August 16,” I said.
“Not on August 15, but on August 16 that is the day we will be going to Delhi,” the wife insisted, “And you know we are not going there to watch the Independence Day parade. We are going there to take part and support Anna Hazare’s fasting that he said will be starting again on August 16. The whole India will be there to support him, not only just us,” she said.
“You are mistaken, not the whole India, but some few thousands will be there to support him, six thousands to be exact, if you believe Kapil Sibal,” I said.
“That’s the problem with you and your Congress party,” she continued, “not only you don't want to go to Delhi to support Hazare but you are also underestimating him.”
“Let me make it clear, it is not my Congress party, it is Sonia Gandhi's, and I have no connection with any political party. As far as supporting Anna Hazare is concerned, I am a supporter of the cause he is fighting for but I have my reservations about the way the agitation being staged,” I said.
“If you have your opinion then you must present it to Hazare when we are in Delhi and not to me, I am going there only to support him and not to express my opinion,” the wife said.
“I told you earlier, neither you nor me going to Delhi and that is final.” I said, and continued, “I never said we will not support him. We are just ordinary people. There are politicians, intellectuals and social workers who can carry out this mission more meaningful way, but not us. We will give him all our moral support while watching his agitation live on our television.”
“You will support him by watching him fasting live on television while you are having your dinner, right?” the wife asked. “ You are becoming too selfish nowadays. In fact you must also fast along with him to show your solidarity,” the wife said.
“You know I have acidity problem and if I don’t take my food on time it will get worst, and secondly, if Anna Hazare’s health deteriorates after a couple of days of his fasting he will be forced to get admitted in a hospital by the authorities and he will walk out from the hospital healthier than ever. On the other hand if my health worsens there will be no one to take care of and if I die, even the insurance people won’t pay you the money, claiming that death due to fasting amounts to suicide and suicide is not covered under the insurance scheme.” I said.
“You have a habit of talking too much,” the wife said. “If you don’t want to fast then don’t fast but at least come to Delhi and support me to support Hazare. Can you do that?” the wife asked.
“Okay, I don't want to discourage you. I will try to get the tickets today itself. Are you happy now?” I asked.
“One more thing, tell your cousins in Mumbai to send us a nine-yard saree before we go,” the wife said.
“Nine-yard saree”? You wear normal saree, why you want to wear a nine-yard saree when you go to Delhi?” I asked.
“Not for me, it is for Hazare,” the wife said continued,” “If there is a police crackdown after midnight and Hazare jumps from the stage to evade arrest and lands in front of me I can offer him the saree. I am sure being a Maharashtrian he will be more comfortable in nine-yard saree than in a churidar like Baba Ramdev.”