Donky

I think it always (without exception) helps not to lose your temper. When you lose your temper, you not only deprive somebody’s chances for more happiness; you in fact deprive yourself of the same. So why fall in the trap of such a bad bargain. If nobody gains anything out of it (except perhaps that hypothetical and flimsy enemy of ours, called “ego”) why invest in such a loser scheme?  —Sandeep Dahiya

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May be there is a fixed quota of suffering in the cosmic account book of karma to be doled out to the humanity. If that be the case then feel proud for bearing the heavier load from the destiny’s side, while so many others trudge ahead with unjustifiably lighter weights on their shoulders. Feel proud that God considers you as a tough guy capable of handling the issues on the wrong side of the fence. While you sweat it out with the larger issues, possibly your each and every step paves the road for some easy stroll by a frail fellow human being. Just carry on mighty guys! No use in browbeating now! You have been chosen for breaking the tough nut so that many a weak teeth can munch survival crumbs.    —Sandeep Dahiya

Happy New Year

I sing a hymn for the departure of this year. It deserves full honours. Premature welcome notes and hasty obituaries are seldom feasible. So I pray for the dying year and try to recall how much I m to be blamed for its death!!!

India Shines

A cow—dung-smeared and fat on garbage diet—was busy in eating the stenching muck of a colony’s garbage house. Devoid of the entire mythical aura it appeared a big pig just munching the leftovers! A well-off gentleman stopped his car, pulled out a chapatti, offered it to the humble and forgiving creature and fulfilling his quota of religiosity sped away! Hats off holy mother! Even though we have forced you to eat garbage, you still give us a chance to fulfill our fleeting religious duties.


A poor man’s daughter, beautiful in her own way, was singing in a bus. The slate pieces tucked in her fingers chimed with melody as she sang a beautiful melancholic song! When it came to rewards, peoples’ reaction made it appear like she was begging. See the badness of this world, a girl, an artist, a daughter losing respect in a crowd of we relatively well off idiots!

We are the polluters. Just see the rivers of kaliyuga we create. The poison, black, muddy and stanching flowing into the guts of our holy rivers! Where is Ganga? No its not there! We have killed it.

Cow, women, holy rivers—we have just dome irreversible damage to their once holy status. Shame!!!

Democracy

What is more democratic? Just clinging to a particular family or putting down a patriarch who totally formulated the present avatar of a big national party? I think BJP has paid a huge respect to the Indian masses by asking Advani to go. Can Congess do the same if they also fail twice consequently?


I beg to say no to this! In India Nehru family is virtually the definition of Congress. Peoples’ emotions have been put on a stranglehold by erecting a well-functioning system of loyalists ever-oiling the causes of first political family in the country. Accept it or not its impossible to think of Congress without Gandhis! What Advani did for the resurgence of BJP was no way short of Nehru’s efforts to make Congress a family set-up post independence. As far as the efforts are concerned Advani has been as great as Nehru in erecting a national level political structure. But still when it comes to BJP, its possible to smell its chances beyond Advani clan. This is what we mean by democracy. Now the issue just trickles to the question, is it possible to imagine the same fate for the Gandhis? Not as long as the Congress we are acquainted with!

So the dirty blame game is on in Copenhagen regarding climate change and all that. Anyway the issue is just fit for politics because we have done irreversible damage to the environment. Let them just accuse each other now. Things will never be the same. We are up for nasty times! Our best of sinerity is just not enough to undo the blind massacre of envirinmental systems for the last few centuries.
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Today by mistake 5 laborers got into AC DTC bus. It meant Rs. 125 to destination—more than a full day wage earned by each of them. Pain was evident on their faces. Neither in a position to go back (because so many eyes were expectantly ogling them for their next move) nor able to stand there because of the economica pinnch of the mishap, they just stood there trying to come to terms with the reality. At least you have got some space to stand comfortably and reach your workplace without much pains, I sympathesized. But these were futile words. Its a very costly bus, costing Rs. 55 lakhs. So we have to contribute, I further tried in vain. Feel proud that you are giving the largest chunk of your salary to the govt. of India, I further tried to save the day for these lesser fortunate brothers. Believe me, there was pride on their faces now.
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Now that unprecedentedly high living costs are eating into meager salaries of laborers in Delhi, isn’t it suitable that they move to smaller cities to give bigger chances to their tiny dreams? I think they should opt for this. Instead of rotting like garbage items, they ought to fight it out in smaller towns and cities. Delhi is too big now, and equally bad. Just see the countless humans lying around even more worthlessly than the garbage dumps! Let the big people enjoy the polluted, viciated air in the national capital. Poor people, let us just go back to our roots!
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Poetry was dying in Delhi. Dying like a fish without water. Luckily Amit Dahiyabadshah has created a lifeful pond in the form of Delhi Poetree for the survival of this soft carrier of our emotions. We salute the great poet and wish him good luck! Doing the exceptional task of surviving and thriving on earnings from his poems, this creator of 17 books of poems is now leaving no stone unturned to give poetry another chance in these times of hard talks. One of his poems has been purchased for Rs. 10 lakh. Now this news has restored the lost pride and hope among the contemporary poets. The steely man with softest of emotions has the great mission of creating 100 poets in Delhi who will be paying intome tax through their poems by the year 2015. A great vision indeed! Let almighty give him the power and vision to accomplish this amazing feat!
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We need special care as we enter and fade out of life. Mostly kids have parents to protect them from all dangers. But normally elders aren’t in the same safe hands as they fade out of life. Kids and elders are the same. Pamper them, protect them.