|It is a Babubhai Katara or several others involved in human trafficking or smuggling people abroad, they have no case for any pardon. The crime assumes graver propotions when the people so involved happen tobe Members of Parliament. It is a pity to hear a M.P. pleading that “…I was given only Rs.8 lakh. I really don’t know if they (other accomplices) charged Rs.30 or 40 lakh for sending people abroad with me”. This is what Babubhai Katara, M.P. explained to police. Looks like as if the poor man didn’t get enough of amount for the service he rendered to the Nation and the people. In other words, the service he rendered deserved a remuneration in a bigger measure. The incident is not just confined to a singular M.P. –there are many who have been found lucratively indulging themselves into such nefarious activities tarnishing the image normally a public representative of a high status is supposed to carry.Why do these shameless fellows need so much money.for which they don’t hesitate the least in introducing some body else’s wife as their wife and some body else’s children as their children and that too times without number in furtherance of their job of human trafficking and smuggling people outside the country.
The amount they are paid in normal course by way of their salary, perquisites,allowances and the likes is dozens of times bigger than what their predecessors used to get a few decades back. Conceptwise, there was infact nothing like any salary fixed for a Member of Parliament initially on the ground that they were not the employees appointed as such but were just the representatives elected as such by the people to voice their cause in Parliament and elsewhere. None could have ever imagined that this ‘elsewhere’ may some day mean human trafficking and smuggling people out of the country for money or raise questions in Parliament on a price. When some demand on that count was raised by some of the M.Ps, some salary was frugally introduced but it was strictly optional –only those M.Ps were to get this amount who specifically gave their option that they wanted it. It was not generalized. The idea was not to make it an office of profit. There is a sky change since then. The M.Ps are now sumptuously paid all sorts of amenities like number of telephone connections, flats/bungalows, transport, mobiles, computers and any imaginable convenience tool for them and their families. Costliest computers and laptops are provided to many such M.Ps who don’t even know an abc of their use. Still every now and then there is a demand raised for increase in their salary,allowances and the likes and when put up it is quite unanimously okayed by the House within seconds. Security is provided to them irrespective of the reality whether they actually need it. An army of security personnel is at their disposal more as a matter of ‘status symbol’ than any need. The first Prime Minister of India Pt.Jawahar Lal Nehru, most dynamic and loved most by the people of the country, had no security like this for himself. After Mahatma Gandhi’s assassination, when the then Home Minister Sardar Patel wanted to post necessary security for the Prime Minister, Pt Nehru refused but strong willed as Sardar Patel was he did do it telling that after ‘Bapu’s assassination’ he was not for taking any risk for ‘Jawahar’.
How different are the leaders today. If they are no match to leaders like Pt Nehru, Sardar Patel,and their co leaders earlier, they should atleast be the ones to behave normal without resorting to the sort of a loot they are pertpetrating on our country with their neck deep involvement in all sorts of scandals going for bribes, human trafficking and the like to satisfy their lust for money and wealth.
Such representatives elected to the highest national forum of the country possibly can’t behave themselves and are all out on a loot spree blackening the face of the Nation as the instant incident is not a solitary instance in its direction. Sounds crude and harsh, but the fact remains that such people should no more be allowed to put the country on sale and they must be adequately punished –they deserve to be hanged by the first available lamp post.
When asked as to how come the women are able to see a man without looking at him straight, Thomas Hardy explains through his hero in one of his novels saying “..they (women) have their eyes in their ribbons”.Thomas Hardy was certainly correct in all measure as a woman does possess a propensity of realising nearnwess of a man without looking at him straight. Thomas Hardy also made one of his characters in one of his novels say “you favour a woman, you are lost”. That again deals with a very crucial psychological aspect in relation to a woman’s behaviour. The more you are dancingly attentive to her hovering around, the more is the tendency on her part to distance away from you. Count Leo Tolstoy was the other great writer who dealt with his women characters candidly depicting pschychological side of a person. Studied carefully, the views of Tolstoy on this aspect are in many ways identical to that of Hardy.
|Who is a Sadhu ? The one who practices austerity harnessing himself to the mission of service to the people or the one who just boasts tobe a Godman claiming remedies for all evils and ills on earth hypocritically claiming capability to play readily available miracles solving whatever problems could be there.A sage leading the life of an ascetic adherently pursuing service to mankind in action and with prayers is certainly the one who honestly earns love, regard and obviously an obeisance from the people as against those who are nothing but just the lusty chaps exploiting the sentiments of innocent persons for their own ill designed motives. When exposed, they turnout to be the rascals of first order –ruffians,mafias,even the killers.
Only the other day a friend of mine narrated to me an instance of how a so called sadhu was blatantly instrumental in killing the wife of a colleague of his. The sadhu is currently a kattha vachak (story teller) on religion with his disciples in tens of thousands spread over not only in
India but throughout the world. He acquired more of fame when he was able to coin an attractive marketing angle amongst his disciples – ‘I don’t need any money as dakshina (presents) but better you offer me atleast one of your vices or whatever bad habit(s) you suffer from.This I will accept as dakshina and as my aashirvaad (blessing) you will get rid of the problem. Such a marketing worked well sumptuously increasing the number of his followers who easily took it as something unique and selfless on the part of the sadhu.Hundreds and thousand started thronging to seek his blessings.My friend’s colleague and his wife, who was a chronic patient of diabetes with several other implied complications, approached the saint as his disciples requesting some remedy. The saint was kind enough to say ‘don’t worry, this moment onwards your problem is my problem.and you take it that you are now no more a patient of diabetes’. The couple’s query whether she should continue with her regular drugs was emphatically met with ‘no, not at all’. The advice followed meticulously, the ailment compounded most alarmingly.When contacted again first over phone and then personally, the sadhu stuck to his earlier advice which the couple followed faithfully. The lady died.The poor chap (victim’s husband) grew half mad.Asked as to why he didn’t question the godman’s audacity to play such a havoc with somebody’s life, his answer was ‘nobody has the courage to do so unless he is prepared for the worst –thrashing, beating, manhandling and even loss of life in the hands of goons hired by him’. This very godman once turned up several hours late on the venue of the congregation of his disciples who assembled there in a very large number to get blessed by him and obviously to listen to his godly discourse.The reason of the delay was that the organizers failed to pay him in advance the fee for his deliverance of sermons.The godman gave his darshan to the devotees only after the organizers apologized and paid him the agreed advance.The worse part of the drama was yet to happen.The godman wanted organizers to convery necessary message to the devotees that delay occurred as the Baba was in Samadhi mudra (deep meditational posture) and it was so high in degree that coming out of it was just not possible easily. Message conveyed to the gathering, they accepted it well as something so great on his part but there was some murmuring too on the part of some who started whispering their doubts.Before it could further spread, the poor lot so doing were pounced upon by the goons and beaten mercilessly with the warning that if they still continued any murmur on the subject, nothing but death is to be their penalty.Little voices silenced, everything was normal and the godman was in his form giving discourse on the topic of the day –greed, lust and vengeance.Elaborating his points, the Baba told ‘one should not feel greedy as the greed and lust are the causes of all trouble in the world and that if someone is harsh to the other one, this should not be allowed to be a reason for retaliation’. Kumbhs/Ardh Kumbhs are great events periodically taking place at Pryag (Allahabad) for centuries.The sages, the saints who so gracefully adored these big events earlier are more or less a forgotten lot obliviously and the present scenario, with limited exception, is in no way rich in conveying any message of love,devotion, kindness or service to humanity kind of thoughts.What the changed scenario manifests is by and large the grandeur,the pomps,the fanciful gestures. Displaying themselves in heavy crowns of gold and jewels, the sadhus lead a march mounting on glitteringly decorated elephants followed by their lieutenants on the horses enthusiastically imitating what the erstwhile kings used to do.The kings did it to demonstate the strength of their state against potential aggressions by their enemies and outsiders but why sadhus should do it is a matter that puts a question mark on their entity as the messengers of Divinity, the couriers of godly blessings. Yoga is recognized the world over as the science of vigour, vitality and over all health for the humans and demonstrations on that count are just common at any religious congregation like Kumbh, Ardh Kumbh.True, such demonstrations do impart a message of health enabling a large number of people to derive a tangible benefit out of it. But there again one can easily come across number of the so called sadhus overdoing yoga with gymnastic feats to the point of exposing their masculine organs aimed at alluring their followers-tobe mainly the womenfolk. In one instance a naga-sadhu performed an acrobatic event tying a thick rope to his masculine organ with the other end of it fastened to a hook in the back of a jeep finally dragging the vehicle for several yards.His potential clientele cheered him showering flowers on him throughout whatever distance it was.One can’t just understand what a message on worshipping the God this sadhu wanted to convey to the people by exhibiting the strength and vitality of his private part. A lady friend of mine told me in confidence sometime back that a baba with whom she was in regular contact for the purpose of routine puja in her house prescribed her to have sex with him to get rid of certain evil spirits hovering around her as it was he only who could combat them with the supernatural powers vested in him.She reacted to baba telling that she didn’t in any manner feel any presence of some spirit or the other around her, the baba threatened her of dire consequences cautioning ‘you can’t see what I can through my divine capability. I see certain evil spirits in your house and some day you will be killed.The lady stopped going to him. Such stories are innumerable and as said Shakespeare through his ‘Hamlet’ that ‘the world is without joints’, it appears it is really so, rather it continues tobe so worse confounded. None is yet ‘born to set it right’.
|I am a writer and opted blogging as a supplementary tool to give vent to my feelings and experiments. Things looked rosy initially only to elicit a barren outcome. I felt tempted by the literature of Adsense/ Googles/Sify for a lucrative return moneywise which again proved tobe a futile exercise. Wish there are not many others to fall prey to tempting ads as all that glitters is not gold. More dismaying a feature was that the sites where my posts were published as a bonafide member of Adsense couldn’t procure a single ‘impression’ nor even viewers compared to my writings on different other sites where the list of viewers was much encouraging. I feel confident of my writings and am sure that given an honest ‘impression’, they are capable of attracting viewers and also the clicks. Whenever I tried to lay my hands on the clues for no response level of my blogs, it took me to queries after queries leading me to a series of innumerable ‘support’ sites on endless web pages.Beyond templates, they don’t have specific answer to whatever question you raise like one’s voice is bound to remain in vacuum. Even paid ads administered through them land you no where.Can’t say much about others but the taste of blogging I ventured to relish with a keen anxiety at the startup just culminated into a nightmarish experience. Whatever they display on the screen surface alluring the users is all to their gains allowing nothing for the writers who finally find themselves destined to land to a post from where they can only relish a horizon of hopes with nothing tangible resultwise. This has been my experience till now and I find myself anxious yet to see that it proves wrong.|
|Stories from jungle are always a natural interest and this one is a real life adventure supporting the saying that even the beasts don’t turn violent or behave otherwise unless harmed or provoked. I was in my pre teens unable to apply a full leg pedal while bicycling on trenchantly deep tracks meant for bullock carts. I was at my maternal uncle’s village on India-Nepal border. He was highly respected a man commanding so much of respect and had a business enterprise dealing with big grain merchants from Nepal. This business centre was around 4 KM away from the village and most of it was just a dense forest. Boys were not allowed to move alone, more so on a bicycle –if some one was allowed as an exception, ofcourse with necessary security precautions, it was taken tobe a big priviledge for him. One such favour was at a stage bestowed on me and my joy knew no bounds –my bicycle moving through the forest I was more happy than terrified with a zooming silence at times pierced by chirping birds, howling monkeys and roaring big cats. I was feeling so chivalrous within myself but it was so shortlived. I noticed an animal figure with some spots here and there on the body reclining on a patch of grass behind the trees by the side of the road. I had no chance of seeing it earlier but my instincts alarmed me and I was terribly frightened on the sight. Shaking and shivering with the fear of Unknown, I felt like my breathing stopped and I had to exert for gasping it. The animal was obviously the one not to tolerate any intruder nearby –man or animal. The animal gotup, moved with a royal gait aiming his piercing gaze at me making me feel that I am nearly devoured. It was hardly a distance of not more than a yard and half between him and me and I felt I was collapsing. He halted for a moment slightly lowering his head and with a small pause moved forward to the other side of the road disappearing in the bushes across a cluster of treas unhindered, undisturbed. On reaching the shop, my elder brother (maternal Uncle’s son) was terribly amazed seeing me in my haggard looks raising a volley of questions and when I could waveringly narrate to him the entire episode he cried saying it was nothing but a Tiger and it’s only a miracle that you are safe. He distributed sweet to celebrate my safe landing. The elders talked that but for the reason that the tiger must have been in a relaxing posture after prey followed by sumptuous meals, the boy returning unhurt would have been just out of question. They also talked that unlike human beings, tigers normally don’t attack persons causing no harm.|
An extract from My Diary -Friday, October 09, 1998:
While on a routine walk in the Pariavaran Park in the evening yesterday, came across a couple roaming with hankering for some shed or the other for romance but wearing an expression of disappointment for want of it. Lady of the man, though looking married, didn’t appear to be his wife. Explaining the circumstances for his abruptly leaving his main place of work (State Bank Employees School) today morning, gardener Rambabu told me in the evening that he had to rush to a cousin of his at Kalyanpur whose wife committed suicide for the reason that her husband had illicit relations with her own married sister and that both of them were missing for several days. Nothing like any tangible corelation between the two but both the occurrences when read together give a different picture, a painful one -the woman committing suicide has two issues to survive. As it reads on the face of it, the couple so roaming in the park with a hide and seek gesture was the one involved in the episode. Strange are the limits of romance.
A thriller, it looks tobe quite entertaining to me and frightening too in the meantime.I feel like going through the entire series. Not adept at photography, I feel like it is worth if followed up with a system.