The First Citizen of India

When Shri Ram Nath Kovind filed his nomination for the post of first citizen of India in 2017 backed by the ruling NDA coalition, it took India by suprise. When the expected candidates were some hard core right wing leaders like L K Advani, Murali Manohar Joshy, the BJP played a master political stroke by placing quite a low profile dalit personality to post and hence countering the arguments that they were anti-minorities. He soon began to be regarded as the Pratibha Patil (Former president who excercised nominal powers and was humiliated a rubberstamp president) of NDA.With Shri Ramnath Kovind in office for less than a year its yet to confirm on that premonition.

He with great alacrity approved the disqualification of 20 Members of Legislative Assembly of Delhi(for holding office of profit which is common among many MLA’s of different parties, and this move was later reverted by the court) who are from the Aam Aadmi Party which is a major critic of the ruling NDA.
He made statements in Karnataka praising the 18th century king Tipu Sultan a patriot who fought the british, turning much of the the NDA members red faced as they were recently in a notion to pin Tipu Sultan as an antinational.

Such incidents made people confused about where his true voice lie.

But let us keep such political arguments for a while, and simply zoom and focus onto his past.
Kovind was born on 1st of October in the village of Paraukh in Uttar Pradesh as the youngest one among 7 children. It was time when India was still under the colonial administration. His father was a landless farmer and even engaged as a petty shopkeeper. He was a part of the dalit, Koli sect. This was time, the caste system was still much prominent. The caste still resonated publicly as well as in minds. Though now it has somewhat reduced to minds.
Kovind lost his mother at the age of 5 when their thatched hut caught fire. He had a pathetic childhood.
Inspite of all this he made it a point to gain proper education. He walked about 8 km each day to attend the school. A bicycle was a luxury as it remained just a dream not just for him but even for the whole village though the dalits were just in minority. But this time the conditions were better and India had gained its independence. The first Prime Minister of India, Nehru envisaged an idea for youth of the country and initiated projects to improve education. Hence his tenure saw the doubling of literacy rate and the setting up of the institutions like IITs, IIM, AIIMS which even now remains the best.
Soon he moved to Kanpur, a city on the banks of the holy river Ganga, the pride of India and graduated in Commerce and Law from the Kanpur University.
He later moved to Delhi, the age old historic city on the banks of Yamuna to prepare for the civil service examinations. Three times he tried and did secure a rank in the UPSC examination in his third attempt but was disappointed that his rank couldnt get him an IAS offic, so he decided to practise in law. He was quite successful and became an advocate at the Delhi High Court and the Supreme Court in 1971
He even worked as the personal assistant to then PM, Shri Morarji Desai (who was civil servant turned politician), the only indian to receive both Nishan-e-Pakistan and Bhatat Ratna. As an advocate, Shri Kovind he played a prominent role is providing free legal aide to the weaker sections of the society.
In 1991, he joined BJP and started a political a career with two full terms in Rajya Sabha, the Upper House, then as Bihar governor and finally an illustrious shine to his profile as the president of the Gandhi’s nation.

He had to face ordeals at the begining of his career, similarly now at the begining of his presidency as well. He does have the spirit to faceoff the allegations and work well in coherence with the interest of the nation.

Lets see how wait for the future and hope that the history notes him down not as a puppet.

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Silly Nonsense #3

(This has few fictious elements too.. Not purely experience as the previous ones and not really nonsense either..but yes.. Silly it is)

20/12/2017

‘30 minutes more’ announced the exam invigilator.

I felt much relaxed hearing that. I was sure that I could finish the English language exam well before hand. As I couldn’t complete the previous examination, I was a bit more cautious this time. I stretched my arms and read the second last question.

How did his invisibility prove to be a handicap for the Invisible Man?

Reading this a gush of thoughts evolved in my mind.

Dogs could smell him…..People stepped on him while in the crowd…..  He had to suffer severe winter as any dress would make him visible…….

This made me burst into laughter.  The person next to me frowned at me through her scarf.

Why didn’t that logic arise yet? If the invisible man or Griffin was so intelligent why didn’t he simply make the dress invisible too.  And its cotton with which the invisible man successfully conducted his first experiment. 

While thinking upon it I could hear a round of song rehearsals from outside the window which was now almost a refrain, hearing it during every exam day. As Christmas was nearing, I assumed that it was for the Christmas Celebrations. But I strangely recognized that now the song was a lot better and they had improved a great deal. It was truly ridiculous on the first day. I could sense that transition while looking back at the past days, though my situation in the hall was almost the same each day. Time was such an interesting idea. Time is all what that makes differences. Frankly, I was not really good at utilising time well either. Really felt impressed by that thought.

Then suddenly these thoughts were interrupted by an announcement.

‘Stop Writing. Notice for the students. All students are supposed to wear either red or white dress for the Christmas celebration tomorrow.  Students without ID card wouldn’t be allowed to write the exam.’

In the midst of it, I could see Amritha with a neat tilaka upon her forehead writing so fiercely in short breaks squinting the teacher.   Surprisingly, Abel was fast asleep on my extreme right. He has completed the exam I guess.

‘15minutes more…’ another announcement

I was alerted by it. I wouldn’t be able to complete it if didn’t grasp speed back again. Leaving all the crazy thoughts I again got immersed in writing the exam.  

 

MERRY CHRISTMAS WORLD!

The NIGHT-SKY

The night-sky has lost its beauty.

Standing on the alley under the orange sun-bright street-light beside the busy three lane highway, I felt something twinkling up in the sky. To my wonder, it was the stack of light of a half a centenary storeyed tower. I looked upon the sky but couldn’t find even a natural twinkler despite it was night.  The headlights of dashing vehicles caused a flickering glare upon the dial of my watch which displayed the hour hand at the fourth quarter.  I looked upon the sky just to see an blank black stretch compressed in between some high raise scrapers. The moon was nowhere to be seen in that narrow ambit, it chose to hid away behind.  The dust and smoke made me cough. I realised that it was the same dusty presence up there in the sky which evaded us away from those godly wonders.

The night-sky has lost its beauty. They sublimity which transformed its admirers into poets and astronomers, which helped mothers pacify their young ones  was lost. 

 

The Indo-Pak Express

One a bitter August midnight, two brothers parted ways to remain in hostility for years to come. They fought each other to nab the paradise on Earth, Kashmir. They built missiles and nuclear weapons to swank each others’ might.  Basically very simple ego clashes lead to intense strife among these countries demarcated by a Radcliffe line.

In 2007, the Samjauhta Express, commonly called Friend Express was bombed at the old Panipat. The land which saw of the death of Mughal, Lodhi, Hemu and Marathan soldiers also had the ill-fate to view the tragic death of innocent half a century pakistani lives.

The same year, inspite of all these, the Indo-Pakistan Express started their journey in Banglore at King Fisher Airlines Tennis Open.   The Rohan Bopanna of India & Aisam-ul-Haq Qureshi of Pakistan pair. But they bowed out in the final. They were met with excitement from all quarters. Friendship among rivals do exists, they said!

But they had to wait another 3 years for a title to their name. That was at SA Tennis Open, Johannesburg.

This win was just a few days after the fire exchange and cease fire violation  across Line of Control (LoC). This naturally further estranged the far estranged relationship.

But this didn’t keep Bopanna & Qureshi away. Their friendship just grew along with that their game improved match by match. They peaked to rank 6. Their friendship is became extensively appreciated and well known by then. They became a symbol of brotherhood.

On the eve of 10th September 2010  when India & Pakistan hotly debated the death sentence verdict of Ajmal Kasab (the prime accused the Mumbai blasts), they secured all rights to dream of a US Open Grand Slam trophy as semi-final winners. But history wasn’t noted down the way they wanted. They had to settle with a runners up trophy.

Nevertheless, the world appraised them. The T-shirt they wore during one of the US Open match was thought provoking. It was a strong message by these gentlemen to their respective motherlands. They displayed a model to not just about 20%population of the world living in India & Pakistan, but also to the entire world. They once again proves that friendship is borderless! Then this Indo-Pak express cruised on conveying the ideals of friendship.

Let a day come when India and Pakistan reunite!

(They later went on to win a couple of 250 series and a master’s. In 2012, though they chose to play with dfferent partners, their friendship remained intact.)

Gandhi.

Jai Hind!

What I am going to share is my concern.

Recently, one of my friends (a hardcore RSS supporter) sent a video of an interview with a retired high court judge. He was trying to justify the RSS (Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh , a rightwing organisation well known for their ethnocentric views and activities, also a major ally of the ruling party in India now). He said that no court in India has proved their guilt in the assassination of the Mahatma… Mahatma Gandhi. So it was wrong to blame them.

Yes, to an extend he is right… The major conspirator was the hindumahasabha the parent association of RSS.Though RSS had threatened to do the same and even distributes sweets to ‘celebrate’ when light had gone out of our lives. Even Shri Sardar Vallabhai Patel, the iron man of India ( the one who was instrumental in lifting the ban on RSS and hence highly praised by the RSS and the BJP) accepted the authenticity of this action.

When I asked him the same, he replied that they were only indulged in distributing sweets but were innocent.

Yes, I agree they do are innocent. But will you ever distribute sweets for the death of a member from your family?
He had no reply. Even after much contemplation, he was not ready to accept that they were wrong. Between this he even called me an anti-national, i still don’t understand the logic behind that. See RSS was a troup who were hindunationals..They fought for the solidarity of Hindu community and ever wished to set up india as a hindu nation. They were against the notions of Gandhi and sought to support the British in many policies. They resisted their the cal to act againsts the british. And they were nationals? ?

This is how the RSS works. They kill the rational part in humans and teach them to grasp everything as it is. They teach people not to think or rethink. A accept what we say’ ideology. They train young ones and fill them with partisan thoughts. They implant a lens which can differentiate people on the basis of caste.

Why does a huge majority of the intellectuals, thinkers, writers and such brains end up at a position away from them or oppose their ideas?

Let us be back to the point. RSS were innocent, but one cannot disagree that they were ill-wishers. They wanted to see Gandhi dead. The hindumahasabha even erected statues of Nathuram Godse (assasinator of Gandhiji) and sought to built temples in his name. Dont mistake it to have occured years ago, this incident happened just over some 400 days ago.

They threaten the ones who oppose them.. The current ruling party is no exception. They reckon the ones who oppose them as antinationals… That is their main agenda for growth. They grew themselves by weakening the opposition. They never answer the questions of the opposition, but rather insult them. But the poor Indians doesn’t understand this. The uncritical acceptance had worked so far. It is said that a group of people were appointed in social medias just to degrade and insult the opposition leader Rahul Gandhi. Such a terrible attitude. They are sticking on the ideal that ‘goal is more important than how you get there’. But now the things have begun to backstab. Even prominent BJP leaders like Yashwant Sinha, Subrahmanian Swamy has criticised the government policies. They people have begun to understand that they are not just worthless but harmful too.

Recently our prime minister Shri Narendra Modi uttered the name of the father of the nation ‘Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi’ erroneously as ‘”Mohanlal” Karamchand Gandhi’. Can it simply be ignored as a tongue slip? He pronounces Swachh Bharat ( a programme to clean up india touted as a birthday gift to mahatmaji on his one and a half centennial birthday. Such an irony!) much clearly…

Now the BJP government has decided to confer Shri Madan Mohan Malaviya who passed away in 1946 with a Bharat Ratna (India’s highest civillian honour). It was as if they were in search of an idol and finally found one. Madam Mohan was the founder of the hindumahasabha! He was moreover a hindu-national. There it goes!

http://www.frontline.in/cover-story/portrait-of-a-propagandist/article6756663.ece
Yes, it will be too narrow to confer Gandhiji with a Bharat Ratna. And now truely Bharat Ratna doesn’t deserve Gandhi.

But the question is whether the indians really deserve Gandhiji?

Hey Ram!

Guardian!

(Another view of a PTA at a different space.. different time.. most importantly… different emotion….)

I recently came over a few year old piece of news regarding the former prime minister and current president of the old ottoman.. Turkey..

PTA meeting was announced in a school and a little boy was distressed.. The issue was that he was an orphan.. His teacher tried to console him and finally  asked whom he wanted to come with him as his Guardian instead. He answered the name of Mr Erdogan..

His teacher though without much hope wrote up a letter regarding the matter and wrote to Mr Erdogan with the details about the event.

On the day of the meeting, at sharp time, Mr Erdogan himself appeared, slashing away all the other works to accompany that young lonely man. Seeing the young boy cry hard of joy, Mr Erdogan the humble human in him couldn’t resist emotions and he too shed tears..  All the spectators joined them.. It was indeed a wet day.

True that it couldn’t stitch his unfortunate fate. But atleast a day for him to cherish..and to make him believe that he wasn’t alone..

Whether it was a deed to garner attention or not, whatever it maybe what he simply did was so worth and accountable. This is the quality that makes one the guardian of the people..the guardian of the country… Everyone matters! Everything matters equally!

All the best young man!

& Erdogan sir, A huge salute!

Silly Nonsense Returns 😉

28 / 09 / 2017 Thursday

[This one may sound silly because it actually is silly. We all love peeping into others personal affairs… especially dedicated to them.. .. A typical indian’s indian piece of humour..]

 

Today was the Parent-Teacher meeting at my school. Being frank.. To me.. My performance in the previous exam was not that good and hence was a bit tensed…  maybe a bit too much .. 😛

We have a new principal this year, so the event was programmed quite differently and was well organized. So we had to collect tokens and we had to meet the class teacher accordingly. Hearing this, one among suggested that they could collect some amount for the token and squeeze more profit.. But it was absolutely free of cost 😛 .. (wow! Atleast that)

Token no 16 was mine.

Now I sat with my Umma (as I call my mother) in my classroom waiting for our turn and then Anupam (our  6’1 tall class leader) came to me, kneeled down and murmured that it was better if I would wait outside as there wasn’t enough space for the parents to sit. 😛 (It wasn’t as organized as thought to be)

From one end I could hear my dear friend Martin (a maniac) being fired by our classteacher

I gladly kept my back at a corner at came out. And a gang of my friends were already. Now we all stood there outside like husbands waiting for the birth of their child outside the labour room.  So tensed.. mixed emotions..  :P.  We walked from one end to the other thinking of a multitude of things(atleast I). Once in a while a joke was cracked..…  good ones appreciated rest degraded..

Now as death sentenced criminals waiting for his loop of rope at the death hour, we began to disappear one by one.. turn by turn…

Indrajith was out after meeting … A strange ‘ganjatic  smile (couldn’t find a better apt word..  :P) appeared on his smile.  He was truely out of the order and he needed some quick maintenance.  😀

Joseph arrived..  introduced me to his mother and mumbled an advice in my ears..  ‘ Don’t ever meet  Manju teacher…  She almost killed me..huh..’  

From the other side Siddharth was seen with his mom. She was just as funny and talkative just like him. As they smiled at us, Ganapathy ( the seemingly simply but most notorious one among us)  interceded and said ‘ Aunty, Jinto sir had told that he wanted to meet Siddharth’s parent.’ Siddharth was so arrogant hearing this but he couldn’t say anything but keep grudging at him.

Next  I saw Meenakshi waving from the other class. She wanted to convey something. She tried so hard to make me understand and finally took a book, then I remembered that I had promised to read her short story.. She wanted me to read it now..  What a creature? 😠

Now as I was talking with Chess (nicknamed as Chess, the one who boasted that he had even bet Magnus Carlsen in a match,.. don’t think if anyone ever knows his actual name ), I saw my classmate Lina (one among the twin.. or the carbon copies as I once  addressed them) staring at me with a sudden change in expression to that of amazement with her hand upon chin. I was wondering why was she looking at me like that. But just then as I heard another voice from behind , the real heir to those reactions  . So was it my fate today to be befooled by any bystander as simply as that?. Pathetic..huh..pathetic..

Quite a while later the whole scene was calm. Most of them gaping down, onto the floor like it was a funeral , nothing to talk. All mourning. couple of wet eyes here are there…   Then I saw token number 13 being out after the meet. As mine was almost near, I entered my classroom. I could see those carbon copies talking with another similarly dressed girl.. I guess she was that same ‘silly’ heir … What was she doing here?

Another friend Aby entered the room too with another trademark satiated smile. Replied with the same smile and I kept mum.  It was quite nice to see a number of familiar faces with some very resembling ones along with them, with almost the same mannerisms. As my mind voyaged into similar atmosphere of a 5 year old memory and processed further recollecting them.  Thankfully, my processor was good at retrieving history and bookmarks, though it was not responding soon after…  

All then, my number was called…  

16…

Oh! Then what happened next…

 I…

Let that secret die with me! 😛 (isn’t it silly… just wanted to try something different.. the crazy side of me acted here.. sorry if I disappointed you!)