I am riding high on my political aspirations, i was so busy following elections that i totally forgot to write my blogs, and i spent all my days dreaming about my own party after Chiru(Chiranjeevi) won so impeccably in Andhra pradesh, this was his party's first elections and he managed to get decent seats, and on the top of it his party did not have any different issues, same age old agendas like education, infrastructure, special identity for the state and lots of other boring stuff, so i thought when he can do it so do i.
On the other hand, i was also whining about the victorious UPA, that this is absolutely wrong trend, one party cannot win now, come on!! how could it happen. And Chiru is a superstar so he had fan following so he won, but just imagine if i will run for elections when i will be fifty, nobody will not even look at me. So, i decided i will join one of the major parties, and if the other will win i will change, look at Mamta dee she was railway minister with NDA government and now again she got the berth in cabinet, so no matter who will you vote for, you will get the nearly same things.
My heart really went for Lal Krishna Advani, as i saw his interview, i thought look at his luck, he has been bullied by his own party members, and i can personally understand his feelings as he and i dream of same thing 'becoming the prime minister of india' one day.But sorry Advani ji your days are over now, and i will not repeat your mistakes.
one more thing worried me a lot, how come India is losing it major vote churning machine "religion" but after i read how clashes in Austria caused the riots like situation in Punjab and haryana, i was overwhelmed and beaming with confidence, and once more i was assured when i read Danny Boyle came to mumbai to provide homes to slumdog kids, while we Indians were raising money in Gujrat for a temple, and we raised a whooping amount of Rs 5 crores in merely 7 hours. these news bring joy to me and make me believe in my country. we will be busy in temples, gurudwaras, and mosques while foreigners will be helping our kids.
But even if i want i can not meet all requirements, i was happy to know about so called young brigade, but the truth is out of 15 young MPs only 3 were not kith and kins of any known politician, and for a minute i was so mad on my dad, its all his mistake, if he would have taken any part in college politics today the things would be really different for me.
But in the end i know there is no word like "the end" in indian politics, take example of Vilas Rao Deshmukh, he was fired from CM's position post mumbai attack and he again got a nice berth in cabinet. Certainly all these things gives me immense hope, and force me to keep on learning these new tactics of indian politics, one day surely i will outcast all of them.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
not for sale!!!!
Those were certainly the most beautiful eyes i have ever seen, deep green and restless just like ocean, but i felt very uncomfortable the way they were looking at me. I took out my gloves and left the room, went to my office and wrote the final report, there were no signs of assault but multiple fractures were present. I saw her again after few days when she came for her treatment, this time her eyes were looking more greener but painful.
I tried to read but failed, tried not to think about it but could not stop, that was just yesterday when i was seven, flying all over the village, digging up worms, stealing food from the big marriage parties in village. Everybody was excited in village, when it was announced by government babu that white people will be coming to our village to shoot a movie. Things changed, whole village looked like a diwali fate, my father had small tea shop, he got a big order 100 cups tea everyday.i remember how badly my father beat my brother because he was not able to carry that big jug, i came forward shivering and asked can i help him, he nodded and left.
I saw white people for the first time in my life, and felt so inferior, and thought it will be so easy for these girls to get married and their father would not have to give so much dowry, as my grandmother always says to my father to collect more money for dowry because i am dark skinned. He called me, the white man with hat, asked me something i could not understand, but bhanu chacha understood, he knew little english as he was the only matric pass from our village. My father came and hold me tight he was very excited, i became excited to see him happy. I bagged a small role in the movie, and i had to play myself.
After a year, some people with big camera and mics came again they wanted to know how i was doing, i said i am good. My father talked to them and came to know that i may be going to some award function overseas, i know he got money for that.
I got so many good clothes, shoes and i arrived in a big city, everybody knew me, i was never so much aware of my existence before. Everything was just like that fairytale which my mother used to tell to my brother and me, but fairytales have happy endings.
I was asleep when my father came to me, it was past midnight, i think he could not stop himself, and took me in his lap, and asked me that question which changed my life forever, do you want go overseas again, it blew my sleep away, i got so elated and told him yes i will. I was dressed in the light pink frock, i liked my dress so much that i wanted to look at myself in the mirror for some more time, but my father came and said lets go big car is here.
I was nine now, and married. Life did not have any meaning for me, i was not allowed to go outside, not allowed to show my face to anybody, nobody came to see me except him, my husband. Years went by, i was just confined to this room, one day my window was not locked i looked outside it was all alone, and very dark, i do not know why but i jumped out, i started walking and then running, did not look back, ran as fast as i could.
It happened one day, police came to our bar, and closed it.After my escape, i begin to beg for some days but unfortunately got involved in a gang, there i met this young girl who was with the gang leader all the time, she took me to this place called new heaven dance bar, i became a bar dancer.
I was 17 now, and in jail, got sentenced for 12 years for a homicide, but it was for self defense.I met her there, she was a confident police officer, whenever she used to come every woman better behave, one day she summoned me, she asked me if i want to work as a maid in her house, i nodded. I began to work in house for eight hours daily, one day she came to me, and asked can i read, i remember going to school with me brother but i cannot read, but i can write my name. With her reference i was registered in an adult education program.
I still remember my first day, in medical college, how other students were looking at me, and wondering how can i enter in this prestigious delhi university college, and that was true i was 25, then. I was still working in one cell phone shop, and struggled to study, and pay my fee at time, sometimes i was not allowed to give exams because of this.After 15 years now, i am still in this medical college but as a forensic expert.
I suddenly woke up by the loud noises, i came out, everybody became silent except her, she came and hugged me, begged me to do something, she was rescued from a flesh trade racket. I told her to go with the police, nurse took her and she again looked at me with those big eyes and then turned.
Today, i am a proud mother of a young and confident girl, who is a scientist at ISRO, and will be going to NASA next week for a big conference. Those eyes are still the most beautiful for me except there is no pain in them now.
( this story is a pure fiction, but one news about a child actor gave me the inspiration.And surely no child in this world should be available for sale.)
I tried to read but failed, tried not to think about it but could not stop, that was just yesterday when i was seven, flying all over the village, digging up worms, stealing food from the big marriage parties in village. Everybody was excited in village, when it was announced by government babu that white people will be coming to our village to shoot a movie. Things changed, whole village looked like a diwali fate, my father had small tea shop, he got a big order 100 cups tea everyday.i remember how badly my father beat my brother because he was not able to carry that big jug, i came forward shivering and asked can i help him, he nodded and left.
I saw white people for the first time in my life, and felt so inferior, and thought it will be so easy for these girls to get married and their father would not have to give so much dowry, as my grandmother always says to my father to collect more money for dowry because i am dark skinned. He called me, the white man with hat, asked me something i could not understand, but bhanu chacha understood, he knew little english as he was the only matric pass from our village. My father came and hold me tight he was very excited, i became excited to see him happy. I bagged a small role in the movie, and i had to play myself.
After a year, some people with big camera and mics came again they wanted to know how i was doing, i said i am good. My father talked to them and came to know that i may be going to some award function overseas, i know he got money for that.
I got so many good clothes, shoes and i arrived in a big city, everybody knew me, i was never so much aware of my existence before. Everything was just like that fairytale which my mother used to tell to my brother and me, but fairytales have happy endings.
I was asleep when my father came to me, it was past midnight, i think he could not stop himself, and took me in his lap, and asked me that question which changed my life forever, do you want go overseas again, it blew my sleep away, i got so elated and told him yes i will. I was dressed in the light pink frock, i liked my dress so much that i wanted to look at myself in the mirror for some more time, but my father came and said lets go big car is here.
I was nine now, and married. Life did not have any meaning for me, i was not allowed to go outside, not allowed to show my face to anybody, nobody came to see me except him, my husband. Years went by, i was just confined to this room, one day my window was not locked i looked outside it was all alone, and very dark, i do not know why but i jumped out, i started walking and then running, did not look back, ran as fast as i could.
It happened one day, police came to our bar, and closed it.After my escape, i begin to beg for some days but unfortunately got involved in a gang, there i met this young girl who was with the gang leader all the time, she took me to this place called new heaven dance bar, i became a bar dancer.
I was 17 now, and in jail, got sentenced for 12 years for a homicide, but it was for self defense.I met her there, she was a confident police officer, whenever she used to come every woman better behave, one day she summoned me, she asked me if i want to work as a maid in her house, i nodded. I began to work in house for eight hours daily, one day she came to me, and asked can i read, i remember going to school with me brother but i cannot read, but i can write my name. With her reference i was registered in an adult education program.
I still remember my first day, in medical college, how other students were looking at me, and wondering how can i enter in this prestigious delhi university college, and that was true i was 25, then. I was still working in one cell phone shop, and struggled to study, and pay my fee at time, sometimes i was not allowed to give exams because of this.After 15 years now, i am still in this medical college but as a forensic expert.
I suddenly woke up by the loud noises, i came out, everybody became silent except her, she came and hugged me, begged me to do something, she was rescued from a flesh trade racket. I told her to go with the police, nurse took her and she again looked at me with those big eyes and then turned.
Today, i am a proud mother of a young and confident girl, who is a scientist at ISRO, and will be going to NASA next week for a big conference. Those eyes are still the most beautiful for me except there is no pain in them now.
( this story is a pure fiction, but one news about a child actor gave me the inspiration.And surely no child in this world should be available for sale.)
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