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..