SUDDEN DEATH... Part 2

Oh mine God... I'm going to die in few hours! There were hundreds of questions left unanswered, and tons of things to do before I die. I bunked mine class and went straight to Gurudwara. I thanked God for letting me know mine death time. I sat there for half an hour. Mine past sprang in front of me, all good and not so good memories were flowing like a rapid river in front of me. I visualize all of them. Suddenly a thought came in mine mind, I can't waste this opportunity. I sat and pen down all things I still wanted to do in mine life. Then, I carefully selected the most important of them and planned mine last hours.

I selected 3 things which I had to finish anyhow. First of them was to call all mine friends and foes for the last time (I had spent mine life valuable time with and on them). There were times when tears came in mine eyes while I talked with mine friends. Mine foes thought that I had gone mad when I said I'm sorry for all wrong I did. It's strange, the previous day if anyone would have asked me to call mine foes and say sorry to them, I would have given him a tight punch. But, today I'm myself doing it. Life is unpredictable or rather death.

Second on mine to do list was to help the needy, at-least one, and bring smile on there face. I searched mine wallet and found a total of Rs. 550. As it was winter season going on, so I thought of gifting someone a blanket. It could save someone from the harsh and chilly breeze. I bought a blanket for few bugs and from the rest got some food. I began mine last hunt, and saw hundreds of poor fellows on the roadside. For the first time in mine life I felt that how much hard and cruel can life be for some. I distributed the food among them and gave a fellow in his teens the blanket which I bought. It really made me felt good.

Third thing which I wanted to do was to call mine parents. I was living away from them and it was not possible to go back home. Also, the two task had taken enough time from mine last few hours left. I dialed mine home number; Mine mummy picked up the phone. I asked her to take care of herself and for the first time asked her to hand over the receiver to PAPA. The call went for hours.

Now, there were just 15 minutes left.

Note: The above post is a work of fiction, which has no relationship with reality.

You missed the first part, read it here.

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Sudden Death.... Part 1

I was surfing around and saw quite a few articles on death and after death phenomenon. I asked myself what if I die in next 24 hours? And got few replies from inner-self. This post will surely make you think on the topic "Sudden Death".

'Mujko pehchan lo mein hun don....' mine phone ranged.

I was fast asleep then and happen to ignore the call. I had slept only few hours back after watching a new Amir Khan movie and was not in a mood to get disturb. The phone ranged again.. I felt someone might be really interested in talking with me in this wee hour and so it was duty to pick the call. I picked the phone from mine study table and saw something very strange appearing on mine mobile screen. They were some group of symbols, I guess in Sanskrit instead of numbers.

'Is phone ka kuch kerna padega, phir se kharab hogaya' I told myself while ignoring those weird symbols.
'Hello, who's this' I picked the call.
'Vasudev'
'Do I know you'.. I inquired.
'Everyone know me'
'Please I'm feeling sleepy, if its a prank then we will play it in the morning'
'I'm the ultimate truth'
'What...??? Look man I'm serious, if there is anything serious then tell me or I'm going to hangup the call'.
'Wanna let you know the ultimate truth'
'Are you drunk? Are you someone from mine friend circle? Is it sort of joke? Tell me your name first or I hang up the call'.
'I had told you already I'm Vasudev, the ultimate truth, and wanna tell you something very serious'.
'I guess I don't know anyone by that name'
'Everyone knows me, I'm Vishnu'
'I guess you are out of your mind, tell me what made you disturb me now'.
'Rachit, you have only few hours left to live, you are soon to die... exactly at 10:56 pm'.
'That was a very good joke, I guess ,I can sleep now'.. I disconnected the call.
'You can't disconnect me, I'm the ultimate truth. You did quite a few good jobs and that's why I was compel to inform you'.

I was shocked. I happen to disconnect the call but then too He was able to talk with me. I thought He might be a good hacker and had hacked mine mobile, I slept. Quite surprisingly, I waked up pretty early in the morning. I picked mine mobile and checked mine last call. It had same weird symbols. I asked mine roommate to check mine last call. I was startled by his answer, he said it was someone from common friends. I took the mobile from him and asked him to see the last call received. He replied the same answer again and again. I asked several other hosteler to check it and they all replied the same.

So now it was pretty much confirmed that I was the only person who was seeing those symbols. It also confirmed that I had received a call from someone mystic. I called mine service provider and asked them to check and tell me from there database that when and from which number I received the last call. They told me exactly the same time but said it was really astonishing that they can't locate the place from where the call has been made. They told me that there system is robust and can detect any number. It can never get corrupted. They also told me that there system was displaying something very strange. The call has been made using very high frequency. This can't be done in this Earth, even the frequency range from which I received the call exceeded that used by the space telescope. I was frightened.

It all confirmed that the GOD had called me and I'm soon going to die. All things were changed now. I was not crying, but yeah I wasn't smiling though. It was 10:55am by mine watch and I had exactly 12 hours left to live in this world.

The second part will contain how the life gets changed when you know that soon you are going to die. Read it here.

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Chai..

Chai.... the Hindi translation of English word Tea. I can't imagine a life without it, hard to even think of that. This post is all about my love towards the India's most loved beverage.. the Chai.

I got the habit of drinking chai from my very early childhood, all thanks to my grandmother. My mother keeps on telling me her initial reluctance but finally gave in to my grandmother sturdy demand and I got my first sip of Chai, in the long run I become a chaicolic ( chai+alcoholic=chaicolic).

Now, even to wake up I need a cup of Chai.  So, you can easily make it how deep the habit has inculcated in me. A cup of chai in the morning and evening is must for me. And, in between those I can have plenty of sips.

You might have heard this.. chai chai, if you have traveled through the Indian Railways. Few years back even the Railway Ministry caught the value of chai, they used it as a medium to sustain the dieing Indian earthenware industry.

Interestingly, the Indian tea industry is the second largest employer in the country.

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Gandhiji and Godse.. clash of principles..!!!

Godse is often a misunderstood character. He is referred to as a Hindu fanatic. It is often hard to understand Godse because the Government of India had suppressed information about him. His court statements, letters etc. were all banned from the public until recently. Judging from his writings one thing becomes very clear – He was no fanatic. His court statements are very well read out and indicate a calm and collected mental disposition. He never even once speaks ill about Gandhi as a person, but only attacks Gandhi’s policies which caused ruin and untold misery to Hindus. Another interesting point to note is that Godse had been working with the Hindu refugees fleeing from Pakistan. He had seen the horrible atrocities committed on them. Many women had their hands cut off, nose cut off, even little girls had been raped mercilessly. Despite this Godse did not harm even single Muslim in India which he could easily have. So it would be a grave mistake to call him a Hindu fanatic.



Let us start by studying the motive behind Godse’s act. By seeing the nature of the assassination in public space and Godse’s act of turning himself over to the Police, we can see that Godse did not do this for personal reasons. He very well knew that he would be hanged and his name would be disgraced as Gandhi was considered a saint. And again Godse could have ran away and escaped punishment. But he did the reverse. He called a police officer and courted arrest. Before we proceed it would be wise to understand the backdrop of the assassination. The central government had taken a decision — Pakistan will not be given Rs 55 crores. On January 13 Gandhi started a fast unto death that Pakistan must be given the money. On January 13, the central government changed its earlier decision and announced that Pakistan would be given the amount. On January 13, Nathuram decided to assassinate Gandhi.

Nathuram Godse was a learned man, very sharp and intelligent – editor of “Agrani” (one of the most famous newspaper of that time – with Nana Aapte). In his last editorial of “Agrani” which he changed overnight – he said “Gandhi must be stopped – at any cost” and he justified why Gandhiji’s assassination was not only inevitable but also a delayed action, that shud’ve happened LONG AGO. 
 

In Nathuram’s words- “ I don’t refute Gandhi’s theory of non-violence. He may be a saint but he is not a politician. His theory of non-violence denies self-defence and self-interest. The non-violence that defines the fight for survival as violence is a theory not of non-violence but of self-destruction. The division of the nation was an unnecessary decision. What was the percentage of the Muslim population as compared to the population of the nation? There was no need for a separate nation. Had it been a just demand, Maulana Azad would not have stayed back in India. But because Jinnah insisted and because Gandhi took his side, India was divided, in spite of opposition from the nation, the Cabinet. An individual is never greater than a nation.
 
In a democracy you cannot put forward your demands at knife-point. Jinnah did it and Gandhi stabbed the nation with the same knife. He dissected the land and gave a piece to Pakistan. We did picket that time but in vain. The Father of our Nation went to perform his paternal duties for Pakistan! Gandhi blackmailed the cabinet with his fast unto death. His body, his threats to die are causing the destruction — geographical as well as economical — of the nation. Today, Muslims have taken a part of the nation, tomorrow Sikhs may ask for Punjab. The religions are again dividend into castes; they will demand sub-divisions of the divisions. What remains of the concept of one nation, national integration? Why did we fight the British in unison for independence? Why not separately? Bhagat Singh did not ask only for an independent Punjab or Subhash Chandra Bose for an independent Bengal?
 
I am going to assassinate him in the open, before the public, because I am going to do it as my duty. If I do it surreptitiously, it becomes a crime in my own eyes. I will not try to escape, I will surrender and naturally I will be hanged. One assassination, one hanging. I don’t want two executions for one assassination and I don’t want your involvement, participation or company. (This was for Nana-Apte and Veer Savarkar as they were against Ghandhi’s policies too, Godse wanted to assassinate Gandhi all by himself and took promise from Nana Apte that he will continue helping Veer Savarkar in rebuilding India as a strong free nation.)
On January 30, I reached Birla Bhavan at 12 pm. Gandhi was sitting outside on a cot enjoying the sunshine. Vallabhbhai Patel’s granddaughter was sitting at his feet. I had the revolver with me. I could have assassinated him easily then, but I was convinced that his assassination was to be a punishment and a sentence against him, and I would execute him. I wanted witnesses for the execution but there were none. I did not want to escape after the execution as there was not an iota of guilt in my mind. I wanted to surrender, but surrender to whom? There was a good crowd to collect for the evening prayers. I decided on the evening of January 30 as the date for Gandhi’s execution.
 
Gandhi climbed the steps and came forward. He had kept his hands on the shoulders of the two girls. I wanted just three seconds more. I moved two steps forward and faced Gandhi. Now I wanted to take out the revolver and salute him for whatever sacrifice and service he had made for the nation. One of the two girls was dangerously close to Gandhi and I was afraid that she might be injured in the course of firing. As a precautionary measure I went one more step ahead, bowed before him and gently pushed the girl away from the firing line. The next moment I fired at Gandhi. Gandhi was very weak, there was a feeble sound like ‘aah’ (There are proof that Gandhi did NOT say “Hey Raam” at that time – it’s just made up stuff ) from him and he fell down.
 
After the firing I raised my hand holding the revolver and shouted, ‘Police, police’. For 30 seconds nobody came forward and I scanned the crowd. I saw a police officer. I ignaled to him to come forward and arrest me. He came and caught my wrist, then a second man came and touched the revolver… I let it go…”

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Gandhiji kept mum thrice in the history… and every time India suffered.

Firstly, he withdrew the civil disobedience moment when it was at its peak. Even the English historians take it as Gandhiji biggest folly. If he would have carried forward the movement we could have been free 26 years before we actually were. In the congress general assembly meeting which passed the order for taking back the movement Gandhiji said “I will not support the movement henceforth , the movement was to take a peaceful path but now it has changed its course to violent means”; He was referring to act of few people who burned down a police station which killed 19 police officers in Chori Choura District. Gandhiji refused to go for a debate on the topic and went for a fast(silent). Netaji left the congress from this very point.

Secondly, He could have saved Shaheed-e-Ajam Bhagat Singh, but here again his tailor made non violence policy kept him silent. And the result everyone knows.

Lastly, he should have given his opinion on the partition. But again he kept silent, he said let the leader’s decide. Nehru and Jinnah did what they wanted.. what there egoistic principle asked them to do. They never consulted the common man and never ever asked them for there opinion. They forced there self believe on us. Gandhiji was the mass leader then, even Mountabatten consulted him for his opinion. Everyone knew only one man can stop the partition and that was Gandhiji, But what he did… he kept silent. And still we are suffering from his habit of keeping silence.

I respect Gandhiji principle and ideologies which could have brought all round swadeshi development if they would have been implemented after Independence.

Part of this post is taken from http://sanjaydhir.wordpress.com post: Gandhi killed himself and Godse didn’t!

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A great Catastrophe

My friend Raj has this peculiar habit of falling for each and every girl who passes a smile to him (on him, may be?). This habit of his inspired me for this post.

Bhaiya relates to sentiments perceived when you hear a girl saying "I like you, brother" when you were expecting "I love you". Bhaiya.. is a word which changes or rather transforms the very meaning of a relationship. Boys hate it and girls love it; Our English gentlemen were knowing the impact of such a word so they never coined it in English language.

Ask any boy how he will feel if the girl of his dreams use this 6 letter word for him?..
All will reply in unison.. 'it hurts to even think about it'.

Word Bhaiya acts like an acid which kills the most beautiful feeling.. the feeling of love. It's the most famous and used word in Northern India. But, girls have mastered the art of using it better than the others; It is extensively used to get a seat in an auto-rickshaw, or when they have to bargain the price with the shopkeeper and even when they have to get a bigger slice of 'paav-bhaji'.

They are revolutionizing the use of word Bhaiya in the context which were still a virgin land.


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