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A very old topic. One part of India is rich and one part poor. Happens all the time. You might be expecting me to say that real India is still in villages. But no, I don't wish to highlight the plight of poor helpless people of India. My objective today is to write about the plight of urban people of India. Comfortable incomes, cozy homes. How they have completely forgotten their countrymen in the villages. People are dying of hunger and thirst in so many regions of India and the people who are better advantaged simply don't care. One fact: India ranks amongst highest in countries where children die of hunger and malnutrition. It's appalling . The urban kids of today, know it all. From the latest soundtrack of an international band to latest gizmo models. They know it all. Then how come they are so unaware when it comes to the reality that a lot many children of their own age group are dying of hunger. And that many could not even turn teenagers for they...

Simple question. Before reading further, think about it. Government is basically a body of people, who collect money from the masses in form of taxes and perform various functions to make life smooth and simple for people. In modern day India, especially which is a socialist economy, we have a failed system. A total collapse of anything that should be called the government. Consider this. At central level, we have a government. At state level, we have state governments and then their are the zila parishads, municipal corporations etc. We vote for a body but what exactly these people do? More importantly why do we need to pay the taxes? 1) Electricity. Privatize it. That's the nation's call. After it has happened in Mumbai and Delhi, from transmission to production of electricity, private players are jumping in. 2) Water. Privatize it. Yes, shortage of water all over India is raising a call for the capitalists to take some money and provide the Goddamm water in a proper sensib...

My mother has quite an in depth knowledge of society and how it functions. Experience counts. So, once she told me, "Aurat hi doosri aurat ki sabse bade dushman hoti hai". ( A woman is another woman's greatest enemy). Fair I think. In fact, I feel a woman can be the deadliest enemy ever to any sex possible in the world (Male, female, gays, any). Almost all ancient wars in all of the lands had a woman being listed as a big reason. Think of it. You need flowers for your lady. Precious agricultural land is being used to cultivate those roses that won't even last a day. Coming back to the point of one woman versus the other. Recently, in New York, one Indian mother threw her girl in river (I think it is the Hudson) and tried to commit suicide herself, to prove a point to her husband. This happened this month. Last month, allegedly, Nirupama Pathak a journo with the Business Standard was killed by her own mother. The lady has not managed to get a bail yet. I th...

For several of us, blogging through the years, blogs become a part of not only our lives, but also a reservoir of our memories and thoughts. Not surprisingly, many bloggers choose to keep their blogs on a private mode. Where only few selected people, are invited to peep into the particular person's life and mind. I think, this is one of the most positive features on blogger as I have never seen such privacy settings on blogs hosted by other websites. Anyway, coming to the point, I caught up with a friend of mine, who also happens to be a secretive blogger. She very kindly gave away some minutes out of her busy schedule to answer questions for Blog Orangy. Read on: Tell our readers a bit about yourself: Nanki Sahota: I'm Nanki Nanki Sahota: N i have a balanced personality that best defines me Your favorite website on the internet: Nanki Sahota: facebook Nanki Sahota: if it is called a website Nanki Sahota: coz its a social networking site Bloggin...

War has been happening around us for years now and well educated patriot middle class Indians form a majority of those Indians who know little about the naxal issue plaguing our country. It all happened from naxalbari in West Bengal, as usual with a dash of political rivalry and a means to garner more power. As it happens with most uprisings, the politicians soon lose control over the rebels who now run wild. Same happened here, with naxals donning a new sinister avtar of Maoists. Their sole agenda today is to capture as much power as they can. All thanks to public of India and republic of India, the Maoists have spread over to almost half of the country and are quite active in Orissa, Chattisgarh and Andhra Pradesh. We Indians, failed to look after our brothers and sisters in less developed parts of the eastern coast (although India is our mother land, that does not mean we have to be nice to our siblings too). Our attitude of, we don't give a damm, or we don't care created ...

Stampede has finally happened at the New Delhi Railway Station and it feels to me like the volcano that was bursting to come out for sooo long and has finally spewed out some of it's fire. The New Delhi railway station, the main rail station of the Capital of our country is symbolic of how careless and unsympathetic we Indians are. It has two entrances. One is from Paharganj side and the other is the Ajmeri Gate side. I have been in and out of both the gates on many occasions I have visited Delhi through train. I have grown up but the station has not. It is as chaotic today, than through so many years of my visit. Last time I was their was incidentally the longest I ever have been to the New Delhi Station ( NDLS). On 12th April, I had to come back to Ludhiana from Delhi and had booked my ticket for a train called Gareeb Rath. It was 3-4 hours late. Pathetic conditions on the station literally depressed me. I think each and every long distance train was late. Only the rajdhanis and...

Shubh Gupta is a teenager, who loves his coke with plenty of ice. Mrs. Geetika is a housewife, who likes to entertain her friends and family. One of her specialties is Jaljeera, which she prepares with loads of ice to make it refreshing and cool. Pritam Singh is a farmer, who works in his fields the whole day and likes to unwind with a glass full of lassi containing at least 3-4 ice cubes. Now, you might have heard about and seen, experienced a lot many people, enjoying their beverages with generous quantities of ice. From Scotch to Shinkwanji, ice is a common ingredient in all. So I say, why throw the left over ice in the sink? Why not throw it in the soil where plants grow? The ice will soon melt way and plants will get some irrigation too. ________________________________________________ Blogger Shruti , when asked about one simple idea to save water, actually gave me two (She is quite generous by nature) 1) Make sure that u have a bath in just one bucket of water 2) Use a crusher t...

At some point of life, I think we all just fantasize about how a retired life could be. Especially in our young days. For some it could be an Island setting, a house overlooking the ocean, watching the sunset with the loved one. Their exist a vast majority of people who wish to travel once they are done with their worldly duties. My point here is, why do people wish and dream for that future. Why not run away today to that mountain where you wished for a log house with your companion. Why wait for 50 or 60 to come, so that you retire and open up a business today. Sure thing, you can say that fantasies remain fantasies or that these are things that you do when you are old. Why is that I fail to understand...

Helloz everyone. Welcome to Sashaland. Also at times called the Shashaland. No, we don't sell all those sashes worn by sexc babes at beauty contests. We are, well an agrarian community and we grow it all from rice to mice. What did you say? Who am I? Well, I am King Shasha, who rules this place in a dictorial manner. No, No, I don't gas up people like Hitler, nor do I have an army of bodyguards like most of the rulers of today's peaceful lands have. People of my land love me and women folk adore me. * Blushing * Now, you must be wondering, why am I writing this or more importantly what the hell am I doing here. You see, I am a king, which literally means that I have to enjoy luxuries of life, fight wars and keep women. But that was a very medieval definition. Now, no war has to be fought, for Americans have monopolized that job. Women, well that is my little secret. And luxury; with so many thieves and con men around display of wealth is strongly inadvisable. So what sho...

Its been years since I attempted any tag or passed around any. In the afternoon found a very interesting on a blog titled A rose is a rose is a rose!( rose being one of my favorite plants; explains why I landed up there) All I got to do ( and you too after you read this) is attempt these If I were(s) If I were a month , I would be April ( for it marks the start of a new year according to our lunar Hindu calendar and hence reminds us of fresh beginnings and new starts.) If I were a day of the week , Sunday ( for it symbolizes to me, a day to relax, to cook, not to go out anywhere and spend some quality family time) I f I were a time of day , I would be afternoon ( Always bright and over bearing :P ) If I were a season , I would be spring ( for bygone is now bygone and it is time to act and do everything afresh and fresh ) If I were a planet , I would have options like Mars ( Mangal is my surname so they are akin) or Pluto (My friend Khus always loved that planet) or Jupiter (Sabu of Ch...

by BS Murthy William von Humboldt who wrote seven-hundred verses in praise of the Bhagvad-Gita averred that it is the most beautiful, perhaps the only true philosophical song existing in any known tongue. All the same, the boon of an oral tradition that kept the divine discourse of yore alive for millennia became the bane of the Gita going by the seemingly mundane distortions it had to endure. Strangely it was Sir Edwin Arnold the Englishman who sought to separate the divine wheat from the mundane chaff by branding s23-s27 of ch8 as the ranting of some vedanti in his century old ‘Song Celestial’. While interpreting the Gita in English verse an attempt was made by the author to identify the interpolations in it and codify the same for the benefit of the modern reader. One way to scent the nature of these, if not zero in on every one of them, is to subject the text to the twin tests of sequential conformity and structural economy. Sequential conformity is all about un...