I am not an open Book

I am not an open book.
Unedited chapters of my life lay deep within the unexplored region of my heart.

The key of that secret chamber is hidden within my closed thoughts, that you try to unlock it from a key that you posses.

You read the glorious edited chapters of my life story, rich with chosen vocaubluary and deceptive sentences.

You fail to read between the spaces of those words and believe the deceiving words as gospel of my life.

Mysterious world within me yet without the 'me' is shrouded in secrecy as you read what I want you to read.

I am not an open book.
The unedited, badly written script will always be hidden in the closet which will be accessible only to the trusted and the beloved.

Rage within

He is fire
Omnipresent since the day of creation

He is the question
that greatest of the souls are trying
to answer

He is the result
Of losing your battle to senses

He is the child
Of dangerous ideas born to
swallow humanity.

He is born of our desire
to dominate the world and force our way of life

He is the weapon of mass destruction
Of clueless knights shedding each other's blood and sending whole Nations to despair

He is hell
The promise of afterlife to all who hold on to him

He is the Ritual
preparing the sacrifice of all populace

He is the king and the servant
Of those who use him wisely

He is the third eye of the monk
closed and calm on surface waiting for
provocation...

Murder, Peace and other thoughts

A  person however corrupt, evil,mad or controversial should be left to live . The killing of people in a civil society is never justified. Only the court has the right to do so.  The killing of Gauri Lankesh doesn't make me sad or happy. It makes me angry that we as a society have left goondas,terrorists,naxalites and fundamentalists control the narrative of good and bad. We have movies celebrating Dawood Ibrahim and Hasina Parkar ,Arun Gowli,Varadraja Mudaliar,Peratala Ravi, Muttappa Rai and countless other convicted and non convicted criminals. Where are we headed to as a society?? Are we falling prey to the glammers of money and muscle control?? We have to be either left winged or right winged. We can never be neutral in a society of extremes.

Gauri Lankesh died. Within moments and hours, politicians, goondas,media, everyone is open with their own version of crime scene as if they witnessed the murder. Some blame RSS-BJP, Some blame Naxalites, Some blame Congress ruling in the state...The enquiry has just begun and the jury is out pointing at each other.  Can we let the judiciary take it's course once the investigation ends?

There are other extremes too. Gauri was no saint. She was convicted in defamation case by court for spreading fake news about an MP. Some leader said democracy has died with the death of Gauri ! Marvellous! Why was democracy sleeping when countless political murders have taken place in Kerala and West Bengal over the years? What was democracy doing when innocent people where killed by naxalites and liberal left media justified the struggles of naxalites and glorified them? Where was media when Gauri Lankesh condemned killing of Saket Rajan a naxalite, and never reacted when countless pandits were butchered,raped and left to die or run away  from Kashmir??

The problem is phobia. The phobia of truth. The selective amnesia. The problem of being loyal to your ideology no matter how brutal it turns out to be.

I have chosen my political path of neutralism.  If you have failed to identify that please identify it at the earliest. Be rational and not pseudo rational. Be nationalist not pseudo nationalist. Be real. Not fake.

Rest in peace Gauri. I don't sympathise or celebrate your death as I neither celebrated nor condemned your existence. You were a nobody. You were a sinner in the guise of saint. A pseudo rationalist, opportunist, blackmailer, a convict, a manipulator.

Politics and Other Thoughts.

Ashoka won the war. Spread Buddhism to the world. Did spread of Buddhism cleanse him off his taints as a mass murderer in kalinga war? War is a great leveller. The pain of many creates a transformation in survivors. Ashoka survived and became great. Not because he won the kalinga war. Because he won the war within him. He became Ashoka the great. The greatest. King of Kings. Chandashoka became devanampriya ashoka.  Therefore learned souls say defeat the enemy within.

Politics is also about similar traits,with a wicked twist. It's about defeating the enemy but making your enemy defeat his own inner self.  Making him believe he is winning,making him not realise that he is a pawn in your great mind game where you play your game in his mind and ultimately defeat,destroy and humiliate him. The noble battle of ideologies and ideas,character assassination,political murders,loot and everything perfectly uncivilised in a civil world. Politicians are a notch above civilians! Yes you heard it right. We play with your dreams,your ideas,your faith at your own cost and we reap rich dividends out of it. We play the real game of thrones while you helplessly cheer for us. The great cheerleaders of crazy democracy.

History Itihas Kahani

I want to find an empty wall where there is no name of the person who built the wall. I want to conquer that land in my dreams and write my name on the wall as the ruler of the lands who brought prosperity to people as sun and moon looked on to admire my rule and all celestial bodies wondered in astonishment at my glory. I want to be the bloody ruler who shed the blood of the innocents as I will justify my murders as defense of my people and my land. Glory to me. I want to write the story of slavery,as the story of domination,story of murderer as the story of saviour, the villain as hero and negatives as positive. Because I am the conquerer. The winner. The Saviour! The cold blooded murderous hero!

This is how history is written. Sad. But brutal reality of the men with bloody sword being equated to divine warriors of righteousness.

While the hero was buried and his tombstone carried a name, countless innocents who lost their lives and did not have a decent burial , cried in one voice from the hell....Glory to you. Glory to you. Glory to you.  Blood Gore and more victory to you.

His Story.

Poem of Victory

I am the mighty  Warrior
Wielding his sword against uncertainties
Of war chaos and human errors

Sword is my Pen
Blood is my ink

I write poems of blood and gore
Sacrifice and Revenge.

Protecting the lives of many
By killing the countless

War is my question of existence
Victory or Loss being the  answer

As I wield my sword to cut heads and stab the unknown soldier to protect my motherland
The blood falling on her fertile soil makes her cry in pain

I am the sinner of countless murders
The hero of  victory and bringer  of
miseries to unknown

I walk down the path of blood and gore
My head held high and soul under shame.

Victory victory victory to thee!

Love is Freedom!

Let your love fly
because love is freedom

let the heart refrain from caging
its' emotions
because emotions have a right of their own

let the boat of love reach destiny on its' own
in tune with the waves of life

let the music be soothing
and heart beat in harmony
to the melody of love
playing in the air

there is love in time and space
divided by our destiny

love of letting go with smile
because love is freedom.
let the love of life be free

Religion of Economist

Here I am again. Within a gap of one week to post again. Who is the reason? I say God is the reason. Yes. God who is within everyone of us... God who is in my friend's heart who specifically raised a question and made me write this.

Here I am, to write about my religion and my God. Yes. Mine. Not yours. This fight for my religion vs your religion, my God vs your god destroyed our earth and hindered the progress of civilizations by many centuries. Leading to war and death. As My hero Vivekananda famously claimed at the parliament of religions , if there was no religious fanaticism the progress of mankind would have been faster.

Who is my God? Is he the all forgiving creature who forgives even the sins of a killer or a rapist? Is he the supporter of bloodshed in the name of religion? Is she mother?Is he father? Is it a thing? Or non existent??

Krishna says in Gita..Whatever the route you take, it finally leads to me. What's important is faith. Not doubt.Vivekananda elaborated on it to call it faith in self. Shankaracharya called it the god within each one of us. He united a divided India in to one to give it the spirit of one nation.
Krishna did it in Mahabharata.
Vivekananda did it in 19th century.

For me my  religion is the all conquering, all accepting India. You can call me a Hindu. Or with whatever name you want. My hero is the saint who travelled to US to  represent Hinduism at the world parliament of religions carrying a book of Christ. That's my Religion.

My Lord is not Allah or Jesus. Neither Krishna or Buddha. Those are the names we chant. My Lord is in the blessings of a mother,father,sibling,teacher,wishes of a pure hearted friend,...

I quote Rig-Veda and end this.
Let good things come to us from all sides.

Chuku buku

Trains!

At 10 :40 pm on Saturday night at the comfort of my home in Pune, I remember trains. Do I miss home? Or train? I am not sure. It's both. Why am I writing this? Reason is my friend. She writes a beautiful post about her getting in to train and travelling home. She makes me feel about it....Oh my friend..Train...

What a great human invention? Aren't our movies incomplete without iconic train scenes? DDLJ,DIL SE,....Many more.

I have loved travelling on trains. Always. If there was one true love in my life it was train journeys...Be it a sleeper class or a 2 tier AC...Every journey has a story to tell. The people you meet, the vendors you see,the noise,the calmness within the chaos, you will become a yogi if you philosophically think about train journeys.
The journey of life....Slow..Fast..In control and on track. You got to handle it well to reach your destination. What a beautiful thought!

Train journeys are romantic. Movies made us restore our faith in love. Movies like DDLJ of course. But I am referring to my all time favorite movie by Suriya. Varanam Ayiram. The scene where he truly madly deeply falls in love with the heroine. The guitar ,non AC  sleeper coach, rain and a beautiful girl. Every teenager who watched that movie hopelessly wished to fall in love over a train journey..Of course not everyone was a guitarist like the hero. Not every girl that comes on train entertains that....Yet for most part of my Mangalore- Chennai days I carried a violin on my train journey....Just in case. Honestly I never found a girl and always slept on my upper berth and read books.  (don't take this seriously. I was a violin student then and had to carry it.)

Books and chai...Best part of my memories of train journeys. Buying a book in railway station, reading it over the journey just taking breaks for food so that I survive and I have finished many novels in my 14 hour journeys on train.. without sleep. Nostalgic about it.

Oh Girl you just made me write a whole post on train journeys.
Thank you so much my friend.

Birth

It starts with the Feud of the fittest
A fight between the millions
As only the chosen one reaches the destiny
The mark of love between two halves to become one.

The other half waiting in its wings
From times immemorial
To embrace me and create me
As the one to mark the beginning
Of a journey the story you'll hear from me

As I become an entity I  cling to the wall
Waiting to grow my heart my mind and my body
To become a temple for the soul

This is the beginning of a long meditation
In the sanctum sanctorum of creation
As moments pass into hours and hours into days into weeks 

The soul slowly recognises the existence
Of a greater being
As I become one entity and float in the ocean of love wildly kicking the walls that are protecting me I hear her speak to me

The voice of the Unknown
The reason of my existence my universe
I don't know what to call her..
I don't know how long will I be here in her protective temple

As the chord that binds me to her feeds me the nectar of love I wait impatiently hearing the outside noise
To go out and see the world out there
To be freed from this world that has been my existence from day one..

To see her..to feel her protective presence.
To see the mother of my  universe hold me in her hands..

Then the time arrives
My world starts turning upside down
In a battle between what binds me inside her and what frees me I find the way to go outside..the way I came in as a soul.

I hear wild cries from her and in the process of my freedom I lose my senses and all I know now is movement of my body finding its way to freedom

As the lights flash on my face I cry
The cry of freedom achieved from the sanctum sanctorum of creation
As the protective mother holds me tightly and kisses me softly and feeds me the nectar of love I become one with the world..

Open Letter to Arvind Kejriwal and United Opposition parties of India

Respected Chief Minister of Delhi Sri Arvind Kejriwal ji and your pack of supporters in united opposition

I am writing this letter in response to your revolutionary idea of bringing political revolution in India. You had the blessings of Anna Hazare and other anti corruption crusaders when you launched your political party for the common man. You gave an impression of being a change agent and in this age you were a rare educated public servant to quit his secure job and work for the people's cause. Then a strange thing happened. You became the chief minister of a city state with outside support of a party that you considered the biggest reason for corruption in India and you resigned after 49 days. Your vision now was to change India and you wanted to be the prime minister of this country and you fought against Sri Modiji from Varanasi and lost in the election. This led to an honest crusader turned politician get sleepless nights to avenge the loss and you focussed again on Delhi.

Your campaign in Delhi Elections was so great that you won a landslide victory that you termed as a victory against divisive forces and corrupt politicians and people's anger against Modiji. Everyone called you a champion and challenger to Modiji. From then onwards your habit of remaining in news started with constant criticism against the prime minister of India just so that you can remain in news. Your thirst for publicity resulted in negligence of administration and you focussed solely on confrontation  with central government and lieutenant governor neglecting your core voter base-the common man.

The opposition hailed you as a hero and continues to call you so even today because you share a rare gene of opposing anything proposed by central government. Everything was fine until the Uttar Pradesh election results came out. Until then you believed in the power of democracy. But the frustration of Miss Mayavati in UP led to allegations of EVM tampering. Suddenly there was a new hope for you. Your loss in Punjab had to be blamed on someone. There were not enough scapegoats in your party. So you decided to join the pack of ignorant politicians to fight against Election commission.

Mr Chief Minister and your friends in the  opposition, Let's agree Electronic Voting Machines were tampered by the election commission of India and BJP paid them to do so. I am glad you had the vision to understand such a novel concept so clearly. Now I need answers for a few simple questions. Who asked Election commission to tamper with the machines when your dear friend didi Mamtha Bannerjee won land slide victory in West Bengal last year?  Lt Selvi Jayalalitha from Tamil Nadu, Comrade Sri Pinarayi Vijayan in Kerala, Maharaja Captain Amarinder Singh in Punjab,the chief of mahagathabandhan Sri Nitish Kumar in Bihar, and most importantly his highness King of Kings Sri Arvind Kejriwal ji that's you in Delhi Elections. Let's debate openly as to how much was paid by each of you to Election Commission to win your respective elections. Then we can decide how to punish them and teach a lesson to Sri Modiji. I understand that you are an intelligent honest law abiding citizen of India whose integrity is unquestionable(some say your authority too). In your free time when you are free from all your worries please try to answer my question if you understand it.We need more entertainers like you.

Regards
Chyavan Mallya -Aam Aadmi of Bharat Varsh.

Soldier's Monologue

I remember those moist eyes...Full of love...bidding me farewell..
As I started from home...
My journey to neverland...
To protect my motherland...

The long journey....
Full of ups and downs..
Blood and Body...
Fallen Heroes and Breathing Brethren..

We feel alive in the sub zero temperature of these glaciers..
Living every moment...protecting our motherland..
Chanting the name of mother..
"Oh..matha..Give me Strength to serve you more"

As I run through the bodies of fallen heroes..
Shooting madly at the enemy..
An enemy bullet pierces through my heart..
I fall...short of breath..touching my wound..
Still shooting madly with one hand..
Until I black out...

I remember those moist eyes..
Full of love...bidding me farewell..
As I breath my last...
Trying to chant...but failing to complete in my feeble voice..."Maa...

Matters of the heart

Matters of the heart
Better left unsiad

Memories of the melody of that night..
The long walk to the beach..

The dance and the talk...
The song of the waves..

The silent glance..
The killer smile..

You make me go crazy
Every time I hear your voice..

Matters of the heart..
Better left hidden..

The magical gift..
The dramatic romance..
Just like in the movies..

The killing confusion..
Terrible realisation..
Soothing music..

Matters of the heart...
Better left not to repeat..

The pleasant surprise..
Dreamy Eyes..
Monstrous preaching...

Matters of the heart...
Better left to God..

As you continue your pursuit...
As I remain in denial..

There comes the monstrous preacher..
Creating more confusions...

Matters of the heart...
Better left unsaid...

My heart speaks.

My life has never been a cakewalk. In my primary school days I was a topper..in my highschool days because of different reasons I became an average student if acadeic excellence is the parameter of a person's success. After highschool in my pre degree days I became a topper again only to falter in the final hurdle where I gained fourth rank in my college. I came back strongly to secure second rank in graduation. Only to get another average score in my post graduate correspondence course. As you can clearly see I have had a rollercoaster life in terms of success...people around me have always seen me as an idealist and a person with immense potential. But everyone failed to recognise a free spirit within me except my parents and a dear friend. The behaviour of many people around me hurt me deeply and during my low phase I closed down my social window and stopped interacting with anyone who reminded me of negative thinking.

Then I started succeeding again in my typical style...coming back from failures and having a successful streak. This time everything seemed so good that everyone wanted to talk to me and know my future plans. Finally clearing career oriented exams gave me a confidence that I can do anything. People wanted to know when I will get my promotion...in how many years..etc. There I realised again that people measure your success in terms of money and not in terms of your ability to overcome challenges. Then I went on a lone biker journey to Goa to visit old temples and connect myself to my routes. People around me were not satisfied. Some called me a fool and some questioned the very basis of travelling alone. This gave me a realization that there are only a few souls in this world that understand me and I must only concentrate on what they feel and not what others feel. So after eight months of my goan bike trip I went on my second biker trip. This time to Chennai.

The trip was not a joy ride or a journey to connect with my roots. Neither was this trip made to prove a point to anyone. This was a trip to test my ability..to travel alone long distances...driving alone in the heat,dust,cold reaching my destination. This was a test of my character. Unveiling my ability to do anything my heart wants.

I informed no one in Chennai that I was coming in bike. I took a journey of thirteen hours with five short breaks beating the heat,dust and madness of the highway. Once I reached there I met some important friends and well wishers that I had planned and everyone was in awe of the new me. No one had in their wildest dream had thought I ll drive that long a distance within a day and come to Chennai. No one before had seen this side of my personality and the ones who saw have now seen a different person. The return journey took less time and I came back in 11 and half hours.

I came back like a soldier who had conquered his enemies. I had conquered my own enemies. As my bike's name is avenger...I had avenged my enemies..by conquering my own insecurities. This journey is just a beginning. Yet it will always remain as the one that gave me a purpose in my life.

Now that one week is over since I came back I have witnessed a different personality inside me. A dreamer who will go to any extent to achieve his dreams. Now I have decided that enough is enough..I ll not live someone else's life or dream someone's dream anymore... In career and life I ll do what I want to (not arrogantly) but with a gentle touch of authority.

I shall not let my life be a rollercoaster ride again..I shall live for the sake of my dreams..and lead my life the way I want it to be.

My dear detractors who are plenty in number...thank you. Without your discouragement in every stage of my life and  your doubt in my abilities I couldn't have done all this.

I had not planned writing this post. Then I realized, just like I dedicate my success to some people..I need to acknowledge my detractors. Their negativity is the source of my positive energy.

Hope everyone lives happily.

Co incidence of epic proportions

Today is world mental health day.Yes it's nothing extraordinary considering we have a day dedicated to every other thing. What this day brought me is a coincidence of epic proportions.

Let me explain..as usual I logged in to my blogger profile to see my blog posts and my reading list. There all of a sudden I felt like checking Shridevi Nayak Karopady aka Sridu's blog Myspell. Before writing more let me give you a brief intro of how I came to know her blog...It was through a fb post few years ago posted by Preeti Shenoy...Shridevi had written a post on Preeti Shenoy's books... me being a fan boy was interested in knowing what another fan had to write about Preeti Shenoy. It was my first exposure to this talented woman's world.

Thereafter I became one of her readers..and came to know about an interesting personality...all from her posts where she wrote about subjects ranging from her childhood to her passion for writing...her simple joys..insecurities...so on...I occasionally commented..sometimes didn't even comment and read her posts and felt happy.

Now back to this coincidence... As I opened her blog it read that her blog has been moved to  letmesquiggle.com . As I opened letmesquiggle.com/2015/10/05/compassion-and-healing/ I had before me a post written by sridu on 5th October which is just another normal day. But as I continued reading the post what I saw was an honest and brave admission by a youngster about her bipolar disorder. It's a mental disorder which goes on to destroy a person's life if left untreated. She had written a post titled "there are 26 crore depressed Indians and why I care". There she has written about her ongoing battle with bipolar disorder and how her life is going after she came to know she has bipolar disorder type 2.

This is indeed a coincidence of epic proportions... accidentally reading a post on world mental health day about a young lady's battle with depression.

Now what made me write about her in my blog is not her honest admission or  her being a woman...There are way too many people out there who are facing depression and many high profile individuals like Deepika Padukone admit it and start campaigns and foundations for supporting their cause.

But rarely do we find a person who wrote an entire post to not just reveal her illness but empathised with countless other souls who are voiceless. I felt it to be my duty to write a post on her...I don't know if she will find this post or read it. I am just happy to have made a difference by acknowledging a wonderful woman's spirit of life.

PS: Dear Shridevi if you happen to read this post by chance, remember that you are not alone in your battle.. There is someone somewhere praying for your recovery and waiting to read your posts.Keep Smiling.

Elements

Fire

As the funeral pyre was lit by him he remembered the promises that he had made keeping the sacred fire as witness...he had promised her that he would be her partner in all endeavors... But that that was another moment...in few moments she was to be turned in to ashes...to be free from all bonds...not just marriage...but life itself..His bond with her started with fire as witness...Now he witnessed how fire erased the last traces of her physical existence. He walked back silently...with her ashes in the pot.

Water

As he immersed her ashes in the holy river,asking the mother goddess to cleanse his beloved of all sins...he wished for a flood so that he gets washed away...but the river was calm and he had to come back to the madness of life.

Earth

As he was walking...he wished there would be a earth quake so that he can avoid living on earth that does not have the presence of his beloved..it was not to be...the earth was strong enough to contain the pressure and let her son walk safely.

Air

As he continued walking towards home,it darkened and the air was smelling of freshness of first rain...reminding him of his first meeting with her...He wished for a thunderstorm so he would be taken away by the breeze in to the unknown... But the breeze gently touched him on the cheek reminding him of her touch...


Sky

He decided it's good to jump from stairs so that he be able to reach her...but when he looked up in the sky while taking the steps towards stairs...he saw the moon and the promise he had made her under the moonlit night on their first anniversary...to never give up in life...to live...no matter how the world acted...or circumstances reacted...he had tears in eyes and saw her as a bright star protecting him from all troubles.

There he slept on the ground of terrace closing his eyes......

Midnight post

War and Peace

As the smoke clears there is calmness all around...I am at peace as I don't hear cries of wounded soldiers anymore. I get up to find there is no pain in my chest and I don't have my Rifle in hands...I have neither hatred nor love...Then I see my enemy that I shot down moments ago walk towards me with hands gesturing for a hug.Surprisingly we shake our hands and hug and  walk together  towards the unending road peacefully..

Open Letter to Hardik Patel

Dear Hardik,

I congratulate you on your new found fame all over India and especially Gujarat! For the past few days you have been a constant trend on social media, sensation hungry electronic media and nation as a whole thanks to your public rallies demanding OBC status to your community.

You are young,energetic and have a solid  backing of political heavyweights as it has been evident in your large rallies organised by your group of people. You are free to demand anything in a democratic country as long as you do not disturb the social harmony prevailing in a state. You claim that it is your right to have reservation, you claim supreme court must take a  call on increasing the quota for reservation and you go on claiming your rights. You say that you're holding peaceful demonstrations and in the same breath threaten a democratically elected government, of consequences it will have to face if it does not listen to your demands. Its all about your right,your demand and listening to you.

You claim to belong to the same community as the legendary Sardar Patel and you act in a manner which is highly disrespectful to the iron man of India who stood for India's unity, while you shamelessly stand on the blessed nation's soil determined to take a divisive course of action. Your supporters call you new Modi, while the great man, our prime minister, has a humble background and stands for the ideology sabka saath sabka vikas. You claim to hold peaceful demonstration, while some supporters of your movement turn  violent and hurl caste abuse against other caste members. If you are really apolitical why do you threaten that lotus will not blossom in 2017 ? If you do not have any political aspirations why did you endorse Arvind Kejriwal in 2014 elections and why are your supporters wearing skull caps styled after mein hoon aam aadmi famous from AAP? If you stand for peace then why is a pic of you holding a gun is making rounds??
If you do not belong to any political party why do you make announcement that patidars will vote those who give them reservation?

There are more questions emerging than answers from your suspicious actions from last few days. Have you ever wiped the eyes of a underprivileged patidhar?? or shared your meal with an underprivileged patidhar or a poor man from some corner of Gujarat???

You are channelising your skills into a wrong cause and threatening to uproot an elected government. If these are the hallmarks of your proposed social movement,  then any sane person with a little bit of common sense will call it blackmail than a social movement.

The 65 percent youth of this nation including you and me are looking at a bright future in a changing India which is slowly yet steadily gravitating towards a merit based social order than a caste based one. We are getting educated and having privileges which our elders could only dream of. Yet people like you are making fun of this generation by proving that anyone can buy us for their selfish political ends. I ll stop short of calling you that you are sold which would be an understatement. You are trying to buy limelight for your own selfish needs. You are not only misleading your community members but you are trying to mislead a young bright generation. Go and read your primary school textbook to know the duties of an Indian citizen.If you haven't kept them I would recommend you to visit a school book shop in Ahmedabad where you can get it.

This has already been a long letter. I know this will not reach you. Even if this reaches, you will not understand this as you are consumed in your own ulterior motives.

Wishing you a good health and a speedy understanding of ground realities.

Fellow Citizen of the great republic of  India

Chyavan Mallya B,
A no one.

Icons Are Above Caste

The Patel agitation led by Hardik Patel that is boiling in Gujarat over OBC status for Patel Community rises a serious question on associating socio-cultural icons with the caste they were born in. By invoking Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel in his speeches and demanding reservation for his community, Hardik has made a serious error of looking at our national icons through the narrow eyes of caste.

Let me be clear. Sardar Patel, who is rightly called the iron man of India, prevented the danger of India's further division in post independence era. Had it not been to the bold decisions of this legend, our nation might have been divided in to 500 princely states quarrelling among themselves. Such was the vision of Patel, that he united a nation that was deeply divided on the basis of caste,religion,language and geography. To associate such a legend with caste is a foolishness. One can be proud that Sardar Patel was born in his community but, taking his name for the sake of further division of an already divided society by reservation is s serious error on the part of young Hardik.

If we were to call Mahatma Gandhi a bania, Pandit Nehru a Brahmin,  Bharat Ratna Dr APJ Abdul Kalam a muslim or Dr Verghese Kurien,the father of white revolution as a Christian, we are making a great disservice to a nation which is deeply secular in its tradition and has the much revered constitution having the ideals of the great Dr B R Ambedkar, the father of modern India's social awakening and reformation. The so called leaders of politically motivated agitations and movements not only disturb prevailing social harmony but also seriously threaten the channel of inclusive progress.

Everyone can be proud that a personality who has achieved a great degree of success in  one's field was born in a community that he made famous. But invoking the name of that person as someone exclusive to a community and as an ideal of selfish interest is a deep disregard to such personality.

Our icons were born in  a community much like all of us are. They made progress to break the barriers of religious ethnicity,caste based diversity and linguistic variety and rose above these divisions and became Mahatmas.

We are at a crucial juncture in modern India's progress where the majority of the nation's population is young which is supposed to be unbiased regarding these narrow sentiments, yet has a deeply polarizing example in a young leader trying to gain foothold in political arena with his caste based social movement. It is up to us to decide whether we want to be progressive or regressive.

thanks to the reasons behind my blog posts

Happy Independence day my dear readers... the unknown who has consistently liked my post in last few months,though I have no idea as to who you are. I wish you post a comment and let me know what do you expect from my writing and wish to know your name if possible. Being anonymous is a luxury that only a few can afford. I wish you come out of the veil of identity..by liking my post through your google profile openly...after all we are a free nation where our identity and thoughts are to be shared without any anonymity.

Thank you for your consistent likes as I know that there is someone who is reading my weird posts apart from known ones....

And thank you Tanisha as well...not for those likes...but for inspiring me to write consistently...your spontaneity in writing and impressive vocabulary makes me jealous..yet happy. You are born to write.

Most importantly my dear friend Smruthi who has been the reason for my consistent writings. Though I have told you that you have been my source of positivity, I have never acknowledged you in my posts...the day i had a conversation with you there was a déjà vu moment..and I am happy to tell you that you are my soul sister from a different mother..I couldn't find a better term.

To quote Smt Sudha Murthy..." only diseases come through bloodline, not our talents or worldview... "

She is right...my writings or the the field of interest are different from my parents..though I share their looks,the taste for reading and their broad mindedness, my worldview did not come through bloodline...but through an atmosphere created by them at home where I could talk about anything with an open mind and debate anything... They have never treated me like a child...they never told me what to read or what not to read and never kept a tab on my interests...except setting my moral highground...I wish every child in the world gets parents like mine...Its important to bring up your child...but not teach him or her....as the saint Vivekananda put it "the child teaches himself"...and I am a living example of that...not as the most accomplished example but as the most underdeveloped yet free spirited individual who was given freedom to take own decisions at a very young age of 11.

Thank you for reading this awfully long post that has nothing to share other than my own little corner of mind...