WHAT A WONDERFUL ARTICLE BY AN EDITOR OF TIMES OF INDIALETTER TO PRIMEMINISTER
Dear Mr. Prime minister,
I am a typical mouse from Mumbai. In the local train compartment which has capacity of 100 persons, I travel with 500 more mouse. Mouse at least squeak but we don't even do that.Today I heard your speech. In which you said 'NO BODY WOULD BE SPARED'. I would like to remind you that fourteen years has passed since serial bomb blast in Mumbai took place. Dawood was the main conspirator. Till today he is not caught. All our bolywood actors, our builders, our Gutka king meets him but your Government can not catch him. Reason is simple; all your ministers are hand in glove with him. If any attempt is made to catch him everybody will be exposed. Your statement 'NOBODY WOULD BE SPARED' is nothing but a cruel joke on this unfortunate people of India.
Enough is enough. As such after seeing terrorist attack carried out by about a dozen young boys I realize that if same thing continues days are not away when terrorist will attack by air, destroy our nuclear reactor and there will be one more Hiroshima. We the people are left with only one mantra. Womb to Bomb to Tomb. You promised Mumbaikar Shanghai what you have given us is Jalianwala Baug.
Today only your home minister resigned. What took you so long to kick out this joker? Only reason was that he was loyal to Gandhi family. Loyalty to Gandhi family is more important than blood of innocent people, isn't it?
I am born and brought up in Mumbai for last fifty eight years. Believe me corruption in Maharashtra is worse than that in Bihar. Look at all the politician, Sharad Pawar, Chagan Bhujbal, Narayan Rane, Bal Thackray , Gopinath Munde, Raj Thackray, Vilasrao Deshmukh all are rolling in money. Vilasrao Deshmukh is one of the worst Chief minister I have seen. His only business is to increase the FSI every other day, make money and send it to Delhi so Congress can fight next election. Now the clown has found new way and will increase FSI for fisherman so they can build concrete house right on sea shore.
Next time terrorist can comfortably live in those house , enjoy the beauty of sea and then attack the Mumbai at their will.Recently I had to purchase house in Mumbai. I met about two dozen builders. Everybody wanted about 30% in black. A common person like me knows this and with all your intelligent agency & CBI you and your finance minister are not aware of it. Where all the black money goes? To the underworld isn't it? Our politicians take help of these goondas to vacate people by force. I myself was victim of it. If you have time please come to me, I will tell you everything.If this has been land of fools, idiots then I would not have ever cared to write you this letter.
Just see the tragedy, on one side we are reaching moon, people are so intelligent and on other side you politician has converted nectar into deadly poison. I am everything Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Schedule caste, OBC, Muslim OBC, Christian Schedule caste, Creamy Schedule caste only what I am not is INDIAN. You politician have raped every part of mother India by your policy of divide and rule.Take example of former president Abdul Kalam. Such a intelligent person, such a fine human being. You politician didn't even spare him. Your party along with opposition joined the hands, because politician feels they are supreme and there is no place for good person.
Dear Mr Prime minister you are one of the most intelligent person, most learned person. Just wake up, be a real SARDAR. First and foremost expose all selfish politician. Ask Swiss bank to give name of all Indian account holder. Give reins of CBI to independent agency. Let them find wolf among us. There will be political upheaval but that will better than dance of death which we are witnessing every day.
Just give us ambient where we can work honestly and without fear. Let there be rule of law. Everything else will be taken care of.Choice is yours Mr. Prime Minister. Do you want to be lead by one person or you want to lead the nation of 100 Crore people?
It's really a wonderdul article by Editor (Mumbai) of TIMES OF INDIA. Our leaders should provide an ambience where we can work honestly and without fear of terrorism and riots.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Just like that...
I didn't get any topic to post. So, I thought why should'nt I just write something. That something may not be useful to anyone. That something is to share my feelings with you.
Few days back I started reading Robin S.Sharma's "The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari" (some of you might have already read it). I just completed three chapters. This book is very impressive and contains philosophical related stuff. My roommate had already read this book and told me that the book is very good. She also told us that after reading this book she got some relief and she is feeling happy now. Another roommate completed 50% of the same book and said that she got changed by 1%. I asked her in what aspects she got changed. She said "I can't say the certain aspect but some change has came in my routine life or feelings". I thought that may be now she is taking everything positively. Because that is one of the factors that makes people optimistic and obviously happy. Yes, an individual feels happy when he/she gets satisfaction in any aspect, makes others happy (in my case), anybody praises her/him (may be or may not be). I have to see what change this book will bring in my life or feelings.
But I stopped reading this book since I don't like such philosophical books. I liked the phrases given in that book. Any way I started reading Sidney Shledon's 'A Naked Face'. I like his stories and also J.K.Rowling's Harry Potter series. I love the latter very much. Next time I will come up with a new topic. I don't say I will try because try indirectly means I may not do.
Few days back I started reading Robin S.Sharma's "The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari" (some of you might have already read it). I just completed three chapters. This book is very impressive and contains philosophical related stuff. My roommate had already read this book and told me that the book is very good. She also told us that after reading this book she got some relief and she is feeling happy now. Another roommate completed 50% of the same book and said that she got changed by 1%. I asked her in what aspects she got changed. She said "I can't say the certain aspect but some change has came in my routine life or feelings". I thought that may be now she is taking everything positively. Because that is one of the factors that makes people optimistic and obviously happy. Yes, an individual feels happy when he/she gets satisfaction in any aspect, makes others happy (in my case), anybody praises her/him (may be or may not be). I have to see what change this book will bring in my life or feelings.
But I stopped reading this book since I don't like such philosophical books. I liked the phrases given in that book. Any way I started reading Sidney Shledon's 'A Naked Face'. I like his stories and also J.K.Rowling's Harry Potter series. I love the latter very much. Next time I will come up with a new topic. I don't say I will try because try indirectly means I may not do.
Sweet Love Story
I am back after so many days. Well, now I want to tell you a sweet (or salty you may come to know in the end) love story (not related to me ofcourse). Here it goes...................
He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.
They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter. "would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why you have this hobby? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!
Then the story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee e, as she knew that's the way he liked it.
After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".. Her tears made the letter totally wet.
Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee? rIt's sweet. She replied.
Love is not 2 forget but 2 forgive, not 2 c but 2 understand, not 2 hear but 2 listen, not 2 let go but 2 HOLD ON !!!!
Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for the one they love.
Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot. Who calls you back when you hang up on him. Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead. Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats. Who holds your hand in front of his friends.
Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.
Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her."
Isn't the salty coffee is sweeeeeeeeeettttttttt..............?
He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.
They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter. "would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why you have this hobby? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!
Then the story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee e, as she knew that's the way he liked it.
After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".. Her tears made the letter totally wet.
Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee? rIt's sweet. She replied.
Love is not 2 forget but 2 forgive, not 2 c but 2 understand, not 2 hear but 2 listen, not 2 let go but 2 HOLD ON !!!!
Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for the one they love.
Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot. Who calls you back when you hang up on him. Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead. Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats. Who holds your hand in front of his friends.
Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.
Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her."
Isn't the salty coffee is sweeeeeeeeeettttttttt..............?
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Cooking Experience
This blog is about my cooking abilities. I believed that I can cook well without much practice. And I used to tell everybody that I cook well (without cooking experience).
May be I got that belief because my dad used to appreciate whenever I cook any curry (I help my mom in cooking only in rare occasions).
I like to cook only special dishes like sweet or special birayani etc. So, one fine day (or bad day) I decided to make a sweet which is called MysorePak in Telugu. I made all preparations to make that sweet and finally I achieved it. It was tasting good at that time. Ofcourse shape was not that much attractive. But ok I could manage to eat it (it was my feeling at that time).
My dad put that sweet in my baggage. So, I had to bring that sweet to my hostel. I didn't touch those sweeets. After two days I took those sweets to office to give them to my colleagues and get some appreciation from them. First I gave it to my team mate and friend Archana. I was waiting for her remarks but after eating that she didn't say anything. I asked her about the sweet after 10 mins. She said that it was ok but it was little bit hard. After 2 hrs I gave sweet to the couple (Kalpana and Rajesh). Rajesh told me that the taste is good. I felt happy. I asked Kalpana and she said that it's hard and she needed the hammer to break the sweet. First I was upset but aftersome time I tried that sweet and realised that it was becoming harder and harder with time.
After lunch Kalpana came and asked me whether she can take the muiltipurpose sweet to home since she had nothing like hammer at her home. I got confused what is the multpurpose sweet and then I understood that my sweet could serve the role of hammer.
After that Kalpana used to tease me in the name of 'MULTIPURPOSE SWEET' :). And I came to know that cooking need a good practice.
:)
May be I got that belief because my dad used to appreciate whenever I cook any curry (I help my mom in cooking only in rare occasions).
I like to cook only special dishes like sweet or special birayani etc. So, one fine day (or bad day) I decided to make a sweet which is called MysorePak in Telugu. I made all preparations to make that sweet and finally I achieved it. It was tasting good at that time. Ofcourse shape was not that much attractive. But ok I could manage to eat it (it was my feeling at that time).
My dad put that sweet in my baggage. So, I had to bring that sweet to my hostel. I didn't touch those sweeets. After two days I took those sweets to office to give them to my colleagues and get some appreciation from them. First I gave it to my team mate and friend Archana. I was waiting for her remarks but after eating that she didn't say anything. I asked her about the sweet after 10 mins. She said that it was ok but it was little bit hard. After 2 hrs I gave sweet to the couple (Kalpana and Rajesh). Rajesh told me that the taste is good. I felt happy. I asked Kalpana and she said that it's hard and she needed the hammer to break the sweet. First I was upset but aftersome time I tried that sweet and realised that it was becoming harder and harder with time.
After lunch Kalpana came and asked me whether she can take the muiltipurpose sweet to home since she had nothing like hammer at her home. I got confused what is the multpurpose sweet and then I understood that my sweet could serve the role of hammer.
After that Kalpana used to tease me in the name of 'MULTIPURPOSE SWEET' :). And I came to know that cooking need a good practice.
:)
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