mumbai terror attacks...let the heads roll....

first thing which must happen after this dastardly attack on our national self respect is let some heads roll...the heads to roll are as follows

1.home minister- mr shivraj patil

2.home secretary

3.chief IB

4CHief RAW

5.Cabinet secretary

6.chief minister and home minister of maharashtra..

they got whole nation obsessed with the trivialities like sadhvi prgya singh who should have been dealt with like any other criminal.Meanwhile the enemies of india got time to regroup and plan ....and the result is for all of us to see.........

we will deal with ruling coalition  when the appropriate time of elections come...lest we forget what has happened to mumbai and india.The regime of sonia gandhi of authority and power without responsibility and accountability has to end..let us put an end to dynastic rule...i m not great supporter of BJP either...but india will find its leaders............

Let mr raj thakrey also face up to us....we will show him what it means to be an indian

Any one who can't identify with film "taare zameen par"

Any one who can't identify with film "taare zameen par"// plain asking...plain answers...at least i can identify with the theme...not because I was dyslexic but because of the agony a child has to undergo at the hands of teachers and peers...and his parents feel that everything is fine.
My dad was a magistrate and on promotion as civil judge,moved to a place called kanpur and admitted me in a so called good school called RK mission in gumti no 5.
I was transported from a care free life of Chaundasi( a small town near muradabad in u.p) to cruel kanpur.Those were the years 1974-75..india was reeling under the oil shock..even then India and bharat existed in separate water tight compartments.
So coming back to the "taare zameen par" theme..I wouldnt understand any english and any maths and would regularly receive the soundful of strikes of duster( the green one mounted on a wooden piece) on my palms and suffer the humiliation of standing on the bench.The whole class would make fun of me..they would refer to me as "naya ladkaa"...and make fun of me because i wouldn't recirpocate the same "gaalis" as they did. So trust me...I know The "ultaa pradesh" and its mahaan sanskriti like the back of my palm notwithstanding the fact that my dad can't take my honest criticism of his beloved state..
Any way..to cut the story short...cant remember how i told my dad about my inability to understand english grammar..but for sure, he taught me entire english grammar in one week and i could retaliate to our english teacher Mr vajpayee's snide remarks by volunteering to answer every question in the class...
Some classmates accused me of bribing subrat bose ,the mild mannered fat bong boy who used to sit behind me and like all "bhadra lok" was good in english....but i did it and not just that..I got distinction in english in high school..ulta pradesh board exam.So where was the fault..?..was this humiliation necessary?..so i sufferred the subdued tears throughout the film and thanked aamir khan for articulating the agony of so many kids and so many ex -kids who are middle aged people like me..:))

ek kadaa dard jo geet main dhaltaa hi nahin..

I can write the saddest verses tonight.
Write, for example: "The night sky is full of stars,
And far away, blue, celestial bodies tremble".
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she also loved me.
Through nights like tonight I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, and sometimes I also loved her.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
To think that I do not have her.
To feel that I lost her.
To hear the immense night, even more immeasurable without her.
And the verse falls to the soul as dew to the pasture.
It does not matter that my love could not keep her.
The night sky is full of stars, and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone sings.
In the distance.
My soul cannot be relieved now that I lost her.
My eyes search for her, trying to bring her close to me.
My heart searches for her, and she is not with me.
The same night, whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, it is true, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to caress her hearing.
Another's. She must belong to someone else, just as she belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body.
Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, it is true, but maybe I still love her.
Love is so short, and forgetting takes so long.
Because through nights like tonight I held her in my arms,
My soul cannot be relieved now that I lost her.
Even when this is the last pain she causes me
And these are the last verses that I write about her.

Just feel like starting my first blog with Pablo Neruda's Poema Veinte.....slowly i will peel the layers of the onion of my being..... haazreen!!! ahista ahista meri hasti ka raaz afshaan hogaa(secret of my being will be unraveled)....aisa kuch khaas nahin hai mujh main magar jab aap "do lafz ki meri daasaatn" sunenge to is se ittefaaq rakh sakengey.."