The last emperor of Mithila!


The story goes in the backdrop of post-independence era when freedom to India was something new to cherish. In those days, I used to work as an accountant for the last emperor of the Mithila region. It was 29th of July,1954, when the first misfortune ever known to me hit the kingdom. I was at the animal ward of the royal hospital when I was informed about Bhagwati, which Maharani was supposed to know in the absence of the King. So, I quickly rushed to the palace and looked for her everywhere.

After the constant hunt for an hour, I finally saw her entering through the main door of Maharaja Sir Kameshwar Singh’s library. I followed her over there and stood at the door itself as no one was permitted inside except Maharani Kam Sundari and some extremely trusted maintenance staff.

‘She stood by the palace window, tall and still, gazing absently at the blurred distance. She had two choices: both unattractive, out of which, she would have to take a decision…’

After the initial few moments of hesitation, I finally knocked on the door.

“What is it?” She asked firmly without caring much to look at me.

“I am sorry, Maharani, but there is an important message to tell. Trust me, I have already considered it more than a hundred times before bothering you.”, I wanted to say it all at once, but every word seemed to be exhaustible.

“If it is that urgent, then do not wait for any further to tell me, and then, please leave. It looks like rain is going to be relentless till morning, and you must reach your home before it gets too dark to see.”

With the best possible verbal techniques known to convey sad news, I said it all. She turned back and looked into my eyes. I bowed my head and was about to leave, but she asked me to wait.

“What has happened to her?” She further interrogated.

“I am not sure Maharani, but after verifying the autopsy report, Bhagwati was found to be poisoned last night itself. Doctors did their level best to revive her, but it all went in vain. I have asked them to send the report to you by tomorrow morning.”

She took a deep breath. Then instructed me to leave and went back to her position at the window.

“Shall I send the telegram to Maharaj?”

She pretended not to hear anything, and I then preferred to leave without troubling her with any further stupid questions.

            Bhagwati was a beautiful female tigress brought up by the great King himself some five years back as a cub after her man-eating mother tigress was shot dead in the nearby jungle. It was a gift to the King’s third wife, Rani Kam Sundari, who was not happily married to the King because he was an elderly and twice married man, and as a result, she spent most of her time in solitude.

           The arrival of a tiger cub changed the chemistry between the two, and it was well-taken care by the Queen herself who decided to name it “Bhagwati.”, which shortly became the symbol of pride for the princely estate of Mithila along with its unmatched beauty of forts and temples.

                   Things never remained the same for Mithila in the post-independence era as one of the most flourishing princely states of India doomed forever. The government decided to snatch away significant powers from the King, who was once the head of All India Association of Landlords, a member of the constituent assembly of India and a prominent member of the administrative committee of Banaras Hindu University.

                             That evening, on my way back, I kept on thinking about all the possible suspects who could poison a beautiful animal and dare to face the wrath of the King. It smelled like a much bigger conspiracy for a small servant like me to understand. On top of it, the mysterious silence of Maharani. What was about to happen? Maharaja was out to Delhi to attend the monsoon session of parliament.

             The next day Bhagwati was cremated with state honor in the backyard of the palace. Maharani Kam Sundari was sobbing inconsolably while the other two queens were sharing some lighter moments with their servants. At that moment, it was evident and straightforward to understand why the King bestowed his love towards the youngest queen and deplored the other two.

She kept the pride of Maharaja in every aspect. She studied the old secret scriptures preserved in the library along with ancient architecture to design the famous Raj Kali temple as per the King’s wish and got it constructed under her own supervision. Her excellent reputation among the royal families and politicians was an outcome of her intellect and dignity, which she carried in her work.

That day, I could not control my emotions, seeing her cry. So, I went to her and said, “I will find the killers and will bring them to justice. Bhagwati was not merely an animal; she was the pride of our great Mithilanchal.”

Maharani asked me to accompany her till the sandalwood garden along with her trusted sepoys. I followed her there. In the lowest possible decibel of her voice, she gave precise instructions to the head of security, and they all dispersed in different directions to kill anyone found spying on her in any way.

                 “I have something important to discuss with you, Ram Sevak, since you are the most trusted sevadar(servant) of Maharaj. There is a ploy by someone from inside the family to put Maharaj’s life in danger. The killing of Bhagwati was just an indication of the power and advantages that enemies have. I wanted to tell you that I got only two miserable options at this juncture of my life. Either to accept all the horrifying things as my destiny or to kill everyone behind this conspiracy.”, She said.

With limited understanding of politics, initially, I tried to compile everything in my semi-literate brain and then asked, “And who do you think is behind all this? I mean, do you suspect anyone in particular?”

 “I suspect everyone and most likely the queens because an ignored and powerful woman can burn the entire lineage to ashes, and we got two such burning souls in the palace. They hate me equally to an extent where they will not even mind murdering the King to ruin my life. But their significance is limited in the game, and so we can think about them later.”

I heard everything keeping all my senses awake as being trusted is one of the many challenging responsibilities a man can handle. Maharaj’s life was undoubtedly more precious than anyone else I knew in the state. I thought of confirming the killers of Bhagwati because it was vital for me to know that who could murder a tigress with the name of a much-worshipped deity in the region, and for sure, it was never considered a good omen in those days.

“It could be anyone. Trust is hard to keep these days. Even the daily suppliers of meat are under my suspicion, and I have already set up a team to investigate it silently. Whoever did so will meet a similar kind of fate? So, for now, focus on how to evade the danger lingering on Maharaj’s life.”, She said, interrupting my thoughts.

    “I am a tiny person with limited education, and so I can’t think much like a detective. You tell me what to do, and I will not disappoint you. But it is essential to know who the real enemies are and by what interest they would like to murder a king who spent his entire life serving the humankind.”

She stayed silent for a moment and then whispered, “Have you heard of Shyam Nandan Mishra?”

“Yes, Maharani. He is one of the freedom fighters from our region and a famous congressman.”

“As per my information, he is the one behind this conspiracy, and the reason is pretty simple. He can never win the election from Darbhanga till the time Maharaj is alive, and he is desperate to go to Lok Sabha. You must be knowing; he is quite popular within the royal family and servants, and a lot of them are secret admirers of him. He has promised them all a gratifying job through the central government of the congress party. I hope you can connect the dots now.”

I heard everything loud and clear, but still was not convinced by her convictions. As a loyalist, I had to believe in everything that she was saying, but what bothered me that even if she was lying, Maharaj’s life was still in danger.

I tried to reason with Maharani, but she was confident in all that she said.

I knew Mr. Mishra and heard his speeches during my college days. He was a learned man like our King, who himself was the big supporter of democracy, unlike many in royal families. Mr. Mishra was in jail for almost 41 months and remained sick for a very long-time post-independence. He could be everything but not a murderer or a conspirator.

I guess she read my mind and thus spoke, “Look, Ram Sevak! I may be wrong, but at this part of the time, there is no one else who could be suspected based on the information I have. If you do not agree with me, then you are free to continue with your work. Think that we never had such a discussion, and I assume you will maintain the confidentiality of it.”

“You certainly misunderstood, Maharani. I do not see any reason for suspecting your words. It’s just my personal view about Mishraji that made me reason you, and I am extremely sorry about that, but then I want to understand how are we going to foil their plan?”

For the first time, she smiled and said, “It is getting late now. We will have a long hour of meeting and discussion tomorrow at my palace. You will get to know about the plan. Please be there at 9 AM sharp.”

            That night was proved to be the longest one in my life. I could not sleep and vowed to kill any secret wisher of King’s death. Around ten years back I had to kill a British coup for putting Maharaj into a dangerous fight with malicious intentions. Later, I fed the body to vultures residing next to the railway station. Except for King and his personal bodyguards, nobody else knew about it, but that night I had the gut feeling that Maharani knew about it.

                    The next day, I reached the palace on time. She had organized the meeting at a secret chamber attached to her living room. The latest ammunitions were decorated on the wall, and in very dim light, her face was shining like a river on a full moon night. Upon her instruction, a white paper was laid on the wooden table. She took an ink marker and started writing things in English. Basically, she was laying out a plan.

“1. Ram Sevak will go to meet Shyam Nandan Mishra today evening at his residence and will engage with him in political discussions.

2. During that timeframe, Mohan Singh (head of security), along with his two associates, will secretly explore Mishra’s room to collect any sort of communication (letter or telegram) or personal diary.

3. Ram lochan Singh will spy on both the queens and their sons for the next five days. Make a note of their activities and visitors.

4. Nobody will allow any kind of letter or telegram to be reaching to Maharaj, which talks about the painful death of Bhagwati.”

She turned to me and asked me if I had any questions, which was none.

As per the plan, I went to meet Mishraji at his residence near the congress party district office at Hasan Chak. He gave a warm hug to me with the same generosity of college days. I touched his feet and asked about his health conditions.

“It’s all good now, Ram Sevak. Sugar is under control, but poor me can’t have the sweets to eat. You say. Got the news about Bhagwati but could not come to meet Maharani Kam Sundari due to election campaigning and all.”

 I could not say anything because my eyes were trying to grab a glimpse of a treacherous man in him, but it was nowhere to be found. His simplicity was still mesmerizing, and the hidden socialist in me got into conflict with a loyalist.

He ordered two cups of tea from a nearby shop and then enquired about my family. Apart from Maharaj, he was the only one who would care to know about the miseries of a poor man.

“Ram Sevak, I always wonder that how come an educated person like you has opted to work as the slave of a kingdom. It is democracy now, and people like you are required to establish democratic values in a great nation like ours. I know you are burdened by some unwanted favors of King, but self-respect is equally important.” He used the same old philosophy of socialist movement to break the hold of aristocracy.

I was not delighted to hear all that, and so my quick reaction to him was like, “Sir, I had been a great admirer of your noble words from my college days itself and did arrange chairs for your rallies. You always dared to speak against Maharaj in many instances, but he always considered you a friend and never ever spoken ill about you.”

“So, why do you think kings are displaying the act of mercy these days? Especially when they got the rich legacy of slaughtering anyone in the name of honor and false pride? I will explain that to you. It is because even the Britishers were afraid to mess up with revolutionaries and freedom fighters. Do you think your King can afford to win an election by retaliating against a freedom fighter? Never in this life.” He smiled with his last statement giving a gentle pat on my shoulder and left for a walk with his party members.

He was very rationale and not a person to argue with, but still, he remained cautious while choosing his words. I was left with no further notions about him, but I was still on duty. I went on the other side of his unguarded home to look for Mohan Singh. It seemed like they were all gone leaving me alone in the darkness.

The next day, early morning, my son rushed into my room and almost dragged me out of bed. I furiously slapped him hard, but he looked so traumatized that I could not take any further action against him. I went out of my door and was astonished to see Mohan Singh weeping at my door. I could not understand anything at that moment. My wife got some water for him.

“A brave son of Rajput crying like a baby. What is the reason behind such pain, my friend? We both are childhood friends and work together for the same master. Tell me what ill has happened?” I asked Mohan about the well-being of everyone I knew common between us.

“Everything is over, my friend. We both had been used as the clowns in a dirty game, and sooner or later, karma will catch up with both of us. Last night I assassinated Shyam Nandan Mishra along with his four-party members as per the order.” He said with tearful eyes.

“You killed whom?”

“You heard it right, my friend. I killed the great freedom fighter along with his men on their way back from Raj ground after you two had the conversation.” This time he could not look into my eyes.

“And who ordered that murder? Maharani Kam Sundari?”

“No, my friend. It was our Maharaj who ordered me to do so. You know I cannot take someone’s life without his orders. Yesterday after you left the meeting, Maharani dialed the phone to Maharaj and made me talk to him.”

It was still not making sense to me. But I further asked, “Then what’s the need to cry. You have followed your dharma following the instruction from the King himself.”

“Because he too is dead, my friend!!” He said, interrupting me.

I heard it like a thunderstorm and was not left with the courage to affirm that. Did I hear about the Maharaja Kameshwar Singh? I looked at my wife, my son, and others, and their bowed heads confirmed what I heard.

“But how is that possible? I had received his telegram day before yesterday, which stated that he will be back in 7 days. Is this a kind of joke?” I was yelling at Singh.

“I do not have the strength left in me to explain all that to you. You can go and hear it yourself at the radio station. They have already made the announcement about the King being deceased at the official residence in Delhi.” He said, keeping his hands on my shoulder.

“Let me go to the palace. Maharani must be in distress.”

He laughed out loudly, hearing that, which I found quite rude.

“She has gone to registrar office to file the nomination for upcoming elections, my friend. Today is the last day to file it. We need to go to the aerodrome to receive the dead body of Maharaj. So, let’s go. It will be there at any moment.”

           Maharaj was given the last rite with state honor in the presence of the first president of India, Dr. Rajendra Prasad, along with other senior politicians, and the name of Shyam Nandan Mishra will remain buried in the pages of history.   

The End

                       

The Howrah Bridge…


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In continuation of the story(Pune to Howrah) https://randomwithlife.com/2020/05/04/pune-to-howrah/

26th of December, 2010

Mr. Paritosh was deboarding the train at Jamshedpur Railway Station, and I was thrilled to see the scope of an uninterrupted conversation till Howrah. Her generous smile was indicative of her being able to read my mind. Or maybe the childhood inability to suppress the devilish happiness was getting prominent with age.

I offered my assistance to him with his luggage(the demon was actually carrying hell lot of it), which he could not refuse seeing no one else to help.

“All the best my friend.” He said the moment before the train started to move and I was still at the gate.

I was taken aback. I mean what exactly he was wishing me luck for. To carry forward his failed legacies of the single-sided fascination towards a lady who was traveling alone.  I went back to my seat with an internal quest and a much lesser enthusiasm to talk to her.

There were many who deboarded at Jamshedpur leaving the compartment semi vacant. So, I chose to sit on the side lower birth rather than the usual one which made me sit face to face with her. She looked at me a little puzzled as if she wanted to read my thoughts again, but I was already in a deep state of melancholy.

Soon, I started enjoying the scenic beauty from behind the glass window. There were kids playing cricket in an open ground adjacent to the railway track in the twilight, some of them were flying kites by holding the string with one hand and their pants from another one, and running carelessly in muddy water.

“Do you mind if I sit over here?” I had no idea about when she came over there. The fragrance of her perfume was so maddening that I entirely forgot all that I was thinking and for how long I was sitting over there in the corner. I quickly wrapped up my legs to make space for her without speaking anything.

“Are you alright?” She initiated the conversation.

“Yes, I am fine. Thanks for asking!!” The soul-nourishing fragrance was making it difficult. It was like I was surfing over the waves of some musical random thoughts.

Perhaps, it was discouraging. That’s what I thought, but in contrast, she seemed to enjoy reading my thoughts.

“I am really not sure what causes the sad state of your mind but all I saw today was the impact of your dry humor. People literally got down the train without completing their journey.” And she burst out in laughter.

I too wanted to laugh but was quite unsure of those remarks. It became difficult to decide whether my attraction towards her was simply an outcome of the law of nature or was it the byproduct of a bachelor’s desperate mind who recently had a break-up? My subconscious mind was able to read those questions profusely.

I continued my conversation with her, “Are you talking about the king of cheap jokes from Jamshedpur, who made you smile with heavenly PJs? I am really sorry for your loss in case you are missing him so much.”

“Maybe I am celebrating your presence more than his absence,” She said shrugging her shoulders off.

“Oh really. Then why do we even need to talk about him?” I guess my question was valid.

“Come on. At times you need to encourage boys for their efforts and he was doing quite okay to impress me. But your witty response against the stereotyping of your native state was the real show-stealer and I secretly gave you eight marks out of ten,” She said with her tight-lipped smile.

“Oh, I am so overwhelmed. I know it may sound insane but I did not get the chance to ask your name. And what you do for living apart from commemorating boys who show interest in you?”

“No, it’s my bad that I forgot to mention. My name is Patricia and I am a Criminal lawyer by profession at Pune district court. Precisely, I worked as a public prosecutor at Bombay high court till last year but then had to settle down in Pune.” Then we shook hands but this time her expressions were different.

All that I thought about her turned out to be wrong. She was not a college-going girl and was into a tougher profession. Before I could say anything, the train entered the platform at Howrah Junction. It was 7 PM then.

“So, you must be here in Kolkata to visit your parents,” I said.

“My parents stay in Mumbai with my elder brother. I am traveling to Durgapur to attend the marriage of a colleague. I have a connecting train at 11:30 PM.” She said.

“How about you? You must be heading to Patna if I heard it correctly at that time.”

“No, actually my journey will end in some 100 KMs before Patna. It’s a small town named Kiul. My father works there at an establishment of Indian Railways. I too got a connecting train at 11 PM.” I replied before putting my books and laptop back in place.

One of the co-passengers(a granny) requested me to assist her with luggage as her son was stuck in traffic. So, I decided to wait along with her at the platform until her son turned up. To my surprise, Patricia stayed there too. Soon, an elderly person came and the granny introduced him as her son. We said goodbye to her and walked towards the food court.

“I badly need a cup of coffee. Would you like to join me?”

“I am not a coffee person but can accompany you in case you change your mind to have lassi(sweetened curd) instead of coffee. I know a place near Howrah Bridge. We can keep our luggage at the cloakroom and then walk till the bridge.” She was defying all the laws that girls follow traditionally. Nonetheless, I was enjoying every surprise related to her. There are times when life serves you more than your appetite. 

We kept our luggage in the cloakroom like she mentioned and walked over the crowded street. She took to me to the famous shop of Ganguram Halwayi. That was the best lassi I ever tasted. Even today, it is difficult to forget the essence it had due to the rose petals and it was served with the creamy layer of cashew nuts, almonds, and white butter in earthen pots.

She requested the shopkeeper to parcel it as she had no desire to have it in a crowded shop. In the meantime, I bought two chicken rolls from a nearby place.

After a few minutes of walk, we two were standing in the middle of the sidewalk of Howrah Bridge facing the breath-taking view of river Ganga(known as Hugli over there) having our share of lassi and chicken roll. The evening breeze was soothing and the river was shining blissfully. I had been to Kolkata before but never had the chance to be there. I wanted to thank her wholeheartedly for giving me such a beautiful evening, but she was gazing absently at the blurred distance.

“I assume you been to this place before,” I asked casually sipping my lassi.

She looked at me in a weird manner making me realize that I played the wrong notes unknowingly, but I corrected it before it was too late. I said, “You don’t need to answer that Patricia. It is actually none of my business.”

Her anguish melted away instantly seeing me apologetic. She said, “And you don’t need to contradict yourself, my friend. It doesn’t suit you. There is nothing wrong with asking the right set of questions with pure intentions.”

That was a big sign of relief else I thought it was all over.

She further continued, “Yes, a couple of years back I came to this bridge with my boyfriend. He subsequently turned out to be a spineless lawyer who could not stand for anything significant in his life. On the other hand, I certainly lagged the required level of maturity to identify his real self and went behind the deceptive outward appearance. Many boys and girls fall prey to such a facade due to inexperience and the necessity of love. I hope I am not playing the victim card.”

I had no idea how to respond to it. Being emotionally vulnerable can be very challenging and I too had my lessons in a hard way. But seeing a lawyer repenting a sin like love was surprising. Maybe I wrong once again. They too are humans with 10 ounces of heart and a lot of pain filled into it.

I still do not remember the source of courage that day, but then I asked her if she wanted to give me a hug. With some initial hesitation, she kept her lassi aside and embraced me tightly in her arms as if never to let me go, and cried inconsolably.

To be continued…

 

 

 

 

 

Let the hope prevail and mind ignite!!


In between all the negativity that we had in last couple of weeks through main stream or social media, let’s talk about some of the positive attributes that our beautiful nation is imbibed to. In a time like this when an entire country is locked down, there are some restless soul who are performing their eternal duties 24*7 without a blink. In the next few paragraphs I would like to highlight some of the ecstatic moments that nation has witnessed so far.

Today on 5th of April, 2020, when India is going to stand in solidarity fr the second time with our war like heroes at 9 PM to show the unity that is not very often shown and always stays deep within our hearts, I would like to pen down my thoughts for this great country in words  through this article.

I am not undermining efforts of anyone, but let me start with the services rendered by our policemen so far. Some of the photographs that is being shared on twitter are enough to narrow down the prejudice against the cops at a significant level. I saw people tweeting a statement that nation will always remain indebted by the sacrifice of those khakhi wearing heroes. To make it more expressive let me share a picture from Indore where a policeman is looking at his daughter while having his food from a safe distance.I kept staring at the picture for few minutes when it popped up for the first time

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We often forget about their personal lives and keep cribbing about misdeeds of few to blacken the face of entire force. In one of the episodes of the famous TV show ‘Satya Mev Jayate’ hosted by Amir Khan, the living condition of ordinary policemen was shown. The pain and agony they live with cannot be expressed even with best competency of a person with words. Still the kind of duty they perform is unthinkable by many of us. One part of their duty is to perform the last rites of all the unclaimed human bodies at their own expenses. At times duties like that can cause serious issues with a person’s mental and psychological health. I got to know about this during my discussion with a sub inspector of Police from Jamui district of Bihar.

Let me share another picture of a cop who slept in between a barricaded road and that brought tears in my eyes out of compassion because I too had a moment like that couple of times in my life during the treatment of my father.

nation1 12 years back when my father was operated for the removal of his left kidney in Chennai at a famous Railway Hospital (Perambur). Like many government hospitals nothing was provided for the attendants of patients to rest upon specially when the patient was in ICU. I slept on the floor of hospital outside the ICU by keeping few sheets of newspaper as a replica of a bed sheet cover. Surprisingly, I never had such a peaceful sleep again even on the beds of five star hotels. Not sure of the reason but today when when I see that policeman in the picture, I envy him for the kind of fate he has got to serve the nation under much more unprivileged conditions than me. He is doing the same thing for a much bigger family at a much lower cost. He has raised the standard at a very unreachable heights. My two lines for them.

राहों की तो जाने दो साहब,
आप हमें सिर्फ मंज़िल बता दो !!

Yes, we as a citizen of India should always remain indebted to people who are working days and nights in the best of their capabilities to serve the mankind in these tough times. We should pledge not to forget their efforts to contain the spread of virus in our good times once the danger of COVIDE-19 is over. In next topic I will try to cover the stories of our health workers. Till them stay home stay safe.

Jai Hind!!

By : Nilesh Ranjan

 

 

The dream peddlers of Corona Virus!!


Due to the country wise lock down by Government of India , the only source of information to rely on are the news channels(minus agendas which they run) along with social media(if used responsibly). Everyday we seek the news on COVID-19 in a hope to see the downward trends of the spread and re-opening of the democracy in a much better shape.

What I mean in true sense is that we have had enough of appeasing special segment of society in the name of social harmony and secularism as nation has already started to pay the cost very dearly. We need to cater a discipline that is supposed to be obliged by all the citizens in this country irrespective of their various identities. Willing or Unwillingly. We have seen what has happened in recent times in the name of protest against CAA which subsequently led to a massive riots on the streets of Delhi. I still do not see a reason for government to stay mute spectator in that matter.

Now, when an entire world is facing the threat of human extinction due to Pandemic and government of India is doing every bit possible to contain the spread of virus in whatever limited capacity they have in between the population of 130 crores of people of every kind- patriot or non-patriot. We are seeing how the policemen(under the threat of lone wolf attack by ISIS), doctors, health workers, sanitation workers are working days and night for the survival of mankind. Still, the current situation is 62 deaths along with 1900 infected of Corona virus in India.

But, in between there are some sort of news that are catching the attention of the nation which are for sure not so delighting in any way. We can boast for still having the lowest percentage of infected souls of COVID19, but the reason behind the recent spread is shameful in every sense. We are getting the videos of the people living in ghettos  praying to Allah for minimum number of deaths of 50 crores in India for kafirs or a Jihadist technocrat from Infosys Inc. encouraging corona infected people to go out and sneeze in public to spread the virus and destroy the nation. And the icing on cake is “Tablighi Jamaat” which is like creating the hot spot of disease in the name of religious gathering defying every rules and measures laid down by both central and state government.

Infosys employee Mujeeb Mohammad arrested for asking people to ‘spread the virus’ by sneezing in public, fired by the company.

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If we rely on the news from various news channels then those dream peddlers of corona virus from Nizammuddin has been successfully able to spread the disease in 18 states of India which includes 6 deaths in Telangana. According to the Delhi government, 1,548 people who were staying in the headquarters were shifted to hospitals and quarantine facilities after 24 people tested positive for COVID-19 and 447 showed symptoms of virus infection.

Read more at: https://www.deccanherald.com/national/coronavirus-outbreak-what-is-tablighi-jamaat-819741.html

God alone knows what code they refers to. Some of these jokers have really made the entire race of Muslims in India appear like an ambition less souls roaming on the chest of motherly nation of ours. Long before the rise of Taliban, Al Qaida, etc. on news channels in particular, I felt that its just a propaganda as none of my friends either of the Shia or Sunni community appeared to have the mentality anywhere close to the new born Jihadi Maulanas.

There are some disturbing video footage from Indore where health workers were attacked in ghetto when they tried to test and identify a corona positive patient. They pelted stone at security personals and then they along with liberal will use the terminologies like Islamophobia. This needs to be discussed and debated in India honestly to take the nation back to the real social harmony that we have seen during our childhood days.

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In between there are people like Omar Abdulla, who already started playing victim card by saysing that some people in India will use the Tablighi Jamaat incidence to vilify Muslims and on the other side we have Mukhtar Abbas Naqvi who shares an entirely different view.

‘A Talibani crime’: Union Minister Mukhtar Abbas Naqvi on Tablighi Jammat’s Nizamuddin congregation

I hereby leave it totally on the wisdom of people of India who in true sense need to decide whether they want to play the victim card or take a stand against the spread of the venomous preaching of those insanely radical jokers of mosque during such a bad times for the nation both health wise and at economic front. I heard the leader of the pack Maulana Sadh Mohammad saying in an audio clip played by several news channels that if you die in mosque then nothing can be better than such death. I request you to please think about the well being of your family and loved ones before getting infected by such fundamentalist idiots.

By: Nilesh Ranjan

 

 

 

The Wreckage of Democracy in India!!


Due to lock down of Bengaluru City for a week or two by Karnataka government has brought to me back to blogging once again. Not sure about saying thanks to whom?The COVID-19 virus or government, but let’s focus on the series of events that happened lately in India in last two quarters which may have become one of the prime reasons for anxiety among many of us.

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Both the houses of parliament passed the much awaited bills like revoking of article 370 in the state J&K and the introduction of Citizen Amendment Act popularly known as CAA. For Article 370, no one was able to do create a mayhem as such because of strong preparation from the Government of India. They put all the major leaders from the state in asylum to avoid any potential disturbance in the state but government definitely failed to contain the reaction came over CAA and it finally led to the communal riots in Delhi which took 52 lives as per the media reports. So, what loss to the mankind happened in true sense after the introduction of CAA? Absolutely nothing, but the Indian Muslims has lost the credibility once again by creating the ruckus in the form of protest against CAA all over Delhi and other parts of the country.

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Whoever has instigated the hatred in them doesn’t have the proper estimation of the consequences of itching their bumps using fire sticks. Ask anyone of them what actually they are protesting against? The answer is hypothetical. Even most literate among Muslims are not behind pumping the self afflicted fear in the mind of semi literate creatures from Madrassas(which forms majority of them) that an elected government will implement a law named NRC(National Register for Citizenship) which will subsequently declare an entire community as refugees in their own country. And the shameless people are proud of making their grandmothers sit in protest even in the extreme climatic conditions just for the sake of Biryani and media footage. I mean are you guys serious? You want to destroy your nation just because the government feels the oppressed minorities in three neighboring Islamic nation(Afghanistan, Bangladesh and Pakistan) who come to India as refugees should be given the citizenship.You want them to continue living in tents like nomads much like Kashmiri Pandits in the stinking colonies of Jammu after the exodus.

But, I am not blaming the Muslims as a whole and I will never do so and the reason is very simple. When I see a couple speaking the most shocking words after losing one of their infants during their days of protesting at Shaheen Bagh then it’s more of pity then blame. They said it was the sacrifice for Allah. Not sure which holy verses of Qua-ran they were referring to, but that summarized it up for all what they know about a religion. I come from a state where Muslims have cleaned up the roads for Chhath Puja and we have prepared delicacies for Iftaar during the holy month of Ramjan. There had been no rift at all and no such distinction were taught to anyone of us. Then how come the dangerous breed of Jehadis has popped up so dominantly in this country and who actually reproduced them? What is the source of their education and funding for their dirty propaganda against their own motherland?

During the entire episode of Shaheen Bagh and subsequent communal riots in Delhi, I did feel that a full fledged attempt was made to instigate the riot by fueling the hatred in Hindus who lost their patience by seeing the blocked roads and attempt to hijack the law and order situation in Delhi. There are channels who are shamelessly blaming Kapil Mishra(who is also among many losers from Delhi BJP) for all the mess, but they are silent on the tyranny unleashed by a local goon named Tahir Hussain and his ally. They threw acid pouch, petrol bombs and stones on Hindu’s houses in the neighborhood.

Throughout the media reports I did not understand one thing that how come central leadership allowed all this to happen. Either they are interested to show the real face of secularism in India to the entire world under the veil or they may have all together different intentions I guess. If Amit Shah is equipped with so much of inputs about the protests being a part of conspiracy and is funded by anti national agencies then what stopped him to break it before it took away the innocent lives on streets of Delhi. You are allowing people to openly conspire against the nation and throw acid on security personals. We have lost Constable Ratan Lal, IB official Ankit Sharma and many in this experiment and that can cost all of us very dearly in coming time.

20 years back I had never imagined that a day will come in the era of Artificial Intelligence and Modern Science that anyone of us will have to face two extremes of ideologies in a country which always had the place for everyone even the non-believers. History has been the witnessing the consequences of extremism but no one is ready to seek a lesson out of it. We have seen the consequence of a majority among Tamilians having faith in LTTE and the fools paradise they lived in to have a Tamil Eelum. We lost one corrupt prime minister and Lankan Tamils lost their future forever. We have also seen what has happened to Saddam Hussain and Iraq.

I hope someday all those stone pelting Indian Muslims will soon start loving their nation without caring much about what the ill fated Maulanas and fake scholars are saying to mislead them. Someday they will realize that they are about to sacrifice an entire race aimlessly fighting a nation which is meant to be nurtured and embraced for all what it has emerged for after the tyranny from so many invaders for so many years.

By : Nilesh Ranjan

Curse of a motherland!!


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Somewhere between the years 2012 to 2014, I had my stay in Chicago due to my work at Sears Holdings Corporation. I had my time over there with series of experiences and one of them was with fellow Indians who felt joy by saying bad things about their motherland among the colleagues from different nations. I still do not find a convincing reason for them to do something mean like that. May be they always felt ashamed of their motherland and were looking for an opportunity to disgrace it and going to countries like America, UK or Australia provided them the platform they needed. At the same time I did not find a single American,European or even Pakistanis doing the same against their nations. Literally none. It was done only by Indians which was insane.

It was fine till the time none of those criticizers of India were my friends, but gradually I found one such friend infected with similar kind of disease. Last to last year he shifted to Australia and started to malign this country from there itself. Recently, he stirred a debate going one step ahead by trending a campaign to rename India as ‘Nautankistaan’. He even requested me to sign the petition, which I did to protect his democratic rights. I did so because in this country I saw an entire set of intellectual left activists, lawyers ad journalists protecting the democratic rights of some university students who termed India as a nation without postal address.

Surprisingly, when some of my friends tried to reason with the one who felt that staying in India is like staying inside the sewage then I heard him saying that motherland is nothing other than a piece of land and all of us were getting unnecessarily emotional about it. Ironically, same friend of mine came down to India last year to avail cheaper dental treatment. My question will remain to such people that why do they need to come down to sewage to have medical treatments because doctors produced out of a sewage can no how be better than the one who practices in US or Australia?

Going to a different city, state or country for better opportunities are perfectly fine to have better professional exposure and earning, but why do you have to disgrace your native country? What exactly a person can achieve by doing something like that? For me they are no way better than Syed Ali Shah Geelani of Hurriyat Conference in Kashmir who praise Pakistan to get financial aid to run his shop and uses India passport to enjoy his vacations abroad. I will not term such friends of mine as traitors  rather it should be a bunch of opportunists who can sell anyone or anything to buy their future. I won’t hesitate to say that our motherland looks like cursed to have such people taking birth on her soil.

By: Nilesh Ranjan

 

 

Is happiness really a choice?


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Yesterday I was watching an offbeat Bollywood cinema “Tum Milo to Sahi” starred by acclaimed actors like Nana Patekar, Dimple Kapadia and Sunil Shetty. Film smoothly captured many quests that we Indians struggle with on day to day basis. The one which I liked personally was “Do we really need to compromise the happiness of present day for the sake of future?” . Answer lies within the question itself but let’s discuss it widely.

It happens very often that our personal ambition which initially starts with the very basic need of survival in a cut throat competition subsequently takes us away from all those small factors of joy that kept us charged up and motivated. Like I wanted to buy a branded watch for my father since the first day at my first job because I saw him managing with one that was gifted to him by his in laws during his marriage in 1980. I also wanted to buy a digital camera for my mother who always had an urge to capture the moments of happiness. Yes, I bought all of it which had place in my list and had my own moments with tiny sense of accomplishments.

When I talk to some of my friends from school time, college time and from different offices that I worked  then I find one thing very common. They all(mostly boys) cherish and remember the moments which are already gone years ago and had been well spent. They give reference to the time when none of us were well paid as per the standard of a metropolitan city, but still managed to embrace and support each other(of course sometimes under the influence of alcohol). So, why they are not happy now or does the  lack of smile and laughter has become new symbol of happiness or all the happiness got restricted up to facebook and whatsapp? I mean they all earn very well now and has been able conquer the things which were pending in their lists.

I decided to do some research over it and I came across some of the astonishing facts which are listed below:

  1. Most of them are always afraid of losing what they have earned(more importantly money).
  2. They have stopped exploring new pending items in their lists mostly because they feel they have already accomplished the important stuffs like car, home, etc.
  3. Parents are aged and so no more luxury of living a carefree life as most of the time they are down with some or other complexities.
  4. People specially working in IT sector feels that the technologies they are working are outdated and they will succumb to the changing dynamics of the market.

But,  none of the above mentioned points has anything to do with truth because it lies in the fact that all the pending items in our lists were related to our childhood dreams like falling in love with a beautiful girl, marrying the person we were in love with, having a drink in a premium resort beside the pool, taking parents for pilgrimage ,etc. And that is the reason behind the sudden vacuum created in our lives because we are done with all of it. We are not living any new dreams or in fact our mid age crisis has stopped us completely from dreaming any further. We have started living in fear about the future which obviously will take away the joy of present day.

Let me share some of the very precious experiences of my life. Like many parents in Bihar having girl child, my parents were also worried about the expenses they had to bear during my sister’s marriage(specially dowry part which can be termed as wedding gift for making it look like less complaining) as they had very low savings for it. And truly speaking they were worried about it years before she actually got married. Time came and everything got managed so effortlessly and she is well settled in her life. That was the time I realized that my parents actually wasted some of the very precious moments of happiness behind worrying about something which was well taken care in future. So, in short life takes care of it in its own way.

I personally feel worried to see pair of sad eyes on happy faces around me. Even during my engineering days I made friends for lifetime and lived my life with full zeal and enthusiasm. The only thing that I regret is foolishly getting attracted towards something which I misunderstood as love and secondly kept my head burning by constantly thinking about the education loan for my studies which got multiplied up to an amount three times of my first annual salary. That stress led to my failure in 12 consecutive interview during campus placement. Gradually in next few years after college I repaid all the loan amount to the bank with ease and I made a promise to myself that whatever happens I will not let any such factors drive me away from life which is meant to experience and observe the beauty that lies around all of us.

By: Nilesh Ranjan

 

Scrapping of Section 377 by Supreme Court of India: Right to love freely and fearlessly..


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6th of September,18 was a kind of day which can be considered as full of gay(primarily that meant cheerful or carefree 🙂 ) for LGBTQ community in India as their long term dream came true. They won their battle against the hatred and prejudice by majority of the race who considered the LGBTQ community as abnormal and their sexual choices as unnatural. But, like Chief Justice of India Deepak Mishra has quoted yesterday while delivering the judgement that “How can one decide what is natural and unnatural in such matters?” and so its high time for the nation to come out of the hypocrisy or policy of personal comfort which gives the very undesirable right to the mass of illiterates to form a group to lynch and hate anyone and everyone whom they consider unnatural based on their own version of society and the norms for it.

I am personally delighted like many other citizens or netizens that at least there is a constitutional body in this country which kept the idea of India burning, alive and glowing. Once again the supreme court has been successfully able to crush the ideologies of the religious fundamentalists who believed that they can hijack the judiciary by force of blind folded fools and followers. I am happy that finally people of LGBTQ community can live like humans and they don’t have to be afraid for being bullied or attacked. Many of them are openly admitting now that majority of the times they even feared going to police stations to report any incidences of manhandling or assault due to social discrimination.

Also I was overwhelmed by the fact that youngsters of this country never had kind of discriminating beliefs about the community like previous generations. They might have taken the terminologies like homosexuality or lesbian as a matter of fun but on a serious notes I do not feel that they have any sort of hatred for people with different sexual orientation. I have personally asked many people about it and what they feel about the verdict by Supreme Court of India and to my surprise I did not find a single educated person who has condemned the verdict like many self declared protectors of religion. I would love to see the time when we as a nation will get over such burdens of hatred and discrimination based on caste, language or region.

Even for LGBTQ community the game is not completely over in their favor just because supreme believes for the preservation of their human rights. It will truly be joyful when people from every segment from our society willfully accepts it. But still any journey begins with a single step and they should be celebrating that legally they are free to love anyone as per their choice.

By : Nilesh Ranjan

Mob Lynching- An extension of hooliganism in India !!


Somewhere in the month of May,18 I decided to stop covering and writing about social plagues in our civic society, but looks like it has becoming a fashion now to lynch someone and I see all of them fearless. They were found saying on camera that our local MLA is with us while killing a person in the name of cow-vigilantism. It started all in 2015 when mob killed a person in Dadri(UP) suspecting him of stealing and slaughtering a cow calf. Then in 2016 some villagers lynched a 70 year old director of a residential school in Nalanda(Bihar) suspecting him of killing two kids of his school. Later on it was found that kids were drowned while trying to swim in a nearby pond by escaping the school building. Nobody was punished in any of those cases or may be media is not interested in publishing good news about police or judicial actions. social_media_fuels_mob_lynchings_in_india

In the last three months despite my best efforts to avoid news channel and news paper I failed to protect myself from hearing things like Mob lynching incidence at Alwar by cow protection group, in Karnataka Mob killed an engineer suspecting him a child lifter and similar news came from Maharashtra. Last but not least, 34 girls were repeatedly raped for months at a child relief shelter home in Muzaffarpur, Bihar. Honestly speaking I do not feel even for a moment that BJP or Congress has to do anything about all that. Its the people of this country.

Yes, the same people who prefers to burn public property very often for their backward demands like reservation or separate state. The same citizens who want to burn everything that comes their way to insanity and government is also left with no better alternative apart from being mute spectator. What choice do they have or rather we have given to them? When BJP warned Karni Sena for their violent protest against a C grade Bollywood cinema Padmavat then they(Rajput Community) threatened BJP about pulling their support from the party in the elections at all the level in Rajasthan, Haryana, Uttar Pradesh, Bihar and Jharkhand. As a result government allowed them to burn the public property even pelt the stones at school going kids. Same is being done in Maharashtra these days in the name of people’s demand for reservation to Maratha community. Not only they damage public property but some of them were all set to immolate themselves. They are even not ready to understand that its the Bombay High Court which is not allowing such reservation. The threat is similar in nature that if  BJP government does not succumb to their demands they will pull the support.

In Gujarat left media has already turned an asshole like Hardik Patel into a hero or a kind of savior for Patidar community and something similar with Jignesh Mevani who according to media is a new Dalit face in Indian politics. So, where all this will lead this country to? Possibility into a chaos or into a situation like civil war more precisely. Like it was mentioned in a movie named “Madari” that we are not actually 130 crores in number often said by our honorable PM of India. We are divided and distributed into small groups in the name of caste, religion, region, language, race, etc. and so its not that difficult to manipulate us. There had been many Hindi movies like that which tried to create the much required social awareness about our political system and the nexus between businessmen, social activists, criminals, government officials,police, etc.  with politicians. But, none of them were successful to enlighten this mass. Rather they got the enlightenment about how to rape a women or how to loot a bank.

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In Muzaffarpur(Bihar) an influential person named Brajesh Thakur ran an NGO to provide shelter to orphaned girls. The horrific tales of those 32 girls who has been medically confirmed for being raped for months will not let you swallow your food below the throat. He had close association with the government of Bihar. As a result he was getting the contracts for all kind of advertisements related to government of Bihar to be published in the newspapers that he owned and was licensed to publish. His influence was so high and image is so dreaded that no body even dared to install CCTV cameras in the locality where that girl child shelter home was being utilized to tearing the soul of those fate-less girls. The pedestrians did hear the cries of those wailing girls but nobody dared to question Thakur. Even after his arrest he was found grinning towards the camera on record which shows his confidence in our judiciary which can easily be influenced by the powerful people in this country. Of-course parties like BJP and JDU are afraid of loosing the support from Thakur’s community who are considered as Brahmin landlords of Bihar and Jharkhand.

So, in nut shell even if a government has the willpower to shut down the shops of such mob lynchers or rather mob creators for personal benefits, they won’t be able to do anything about it because this country is always under some or other kind of elections and no one truly wants to loose them at any cost. It can only be changed when government do no feel threatened for taking actions for the right cause to curb the activities which is slowly destroying this country. Its high time for all of us to come out of the hangover of caste system and our blind faith in the caste specific leaders without even considering their credibility. In couple of days we are going to celebrate 72 year of our independence and we got so many things to praise about our nation, but what about electing the leaders from the parties known for their corruption and hooliganism. Why did we force the political parties to tame the criminals rather than kicking their ass? Nation has to understand the need of this hour or else we will collapse someday like Syria or Iraq.

By : Nilesh Ranjan

India of my nightmares!!


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Sometimes it is difficult to cover the topics that are related to women’s dignity through out the world particularly in India. Not sure whether there has to be a guideline for media or not in today’s world, but certainly there is a need to make it more credible and sensitive towards any incidences of physical and sexual abuse against girls. For me with every single child who gets raped in India, this entire nation gets raped along with her. It takes us little closer towards being barbarians or nomads. Time is not far when we all will turn into Hannibal and will start feasting on each other’s body. We should be happy that in current scenario only politicians are doing so. The day we all get that vulturous tendency out of fear, hatred or negative propaganda then their will be no escape left for anyone of us and like I mentioned in my previous article that India will slowly be disintegrated. You may be thinking that why I am freaking out so badly today? It happens when media starts portraying an incidence of rape like a juicy story of some B-grade Bollywood cinema which makes it more shameful to the viewers than victim herself. They should set their televisions on fire to boycott such media or least what they can do is to unsubscribe those channels through cable operators. I am going to do so particularly for NDTV.

In last 15 days there had been several incidences of physical abuse against women in almost every corner of this country but I will speak on Kathua and Unnao rape cases as media is celebrating it more. Liberals are trying to color an entire Hindu community as rapists because the accused in both the cases are Hindus. The unwillingness from BJP government to act quickly in those cases has also made it little easier for liberals to do so. Right wing journalist like always sees a kind of conspiracy by opposition parties to malign the BJP government or Hinduism- to be more precise. Both are running their own agendas as per their liking which is okay considering the kind of professional morality media has got these days.  But, none of them are actually trying to show the bigger picture that we as a nation are failing to protect our girls against the vultures created out of the same society. Let it be a priest , a Muslim Cleric or father of a church, a retired IPS officer or sub inspector, a ruling party MLA or son of an influential politician. Yes, hang them all!! Because we as a nation need to be little unbiased towards such incidences when a girl child in her angelic age has to go through such a traumatic and painful handling who may not be able to feel anything except the unbearable pain. Their heart may cry out for help, but how should I tell them that nation has long been sleeping along with her moral conscience.

After seeing so many conflicting reports on Kathua case, it really becomes difficult to say that who were those monsters to tear apart the soul of an eight year old kid along with her body. If I go by the charge-sheet that has been filed by the crime branch in local court which says that the girl had to pay the price for the conflict between two communities and it was done with an intention to instill fear among the Muslim families residing in those areas. Well, I got a problem with that. Why do they need to target a kid to settle their enmity with someone? And if they are really doing so then there is no difference between them and the ancient attackers from Mongol, Arab and Turk. Some of my intellectual friends even went on an extent to say that Kashmiri Pandits have also faced it during ethnic cleansing of their community by Muslims in their own homeland Kashmir and so it is okay if Muslims are meeting with similar fate in other part of this country. My answer to them would be something like if you are so concerned about Kashmiri Pandits then why so much of their population are still forced to live in miserable conditions at refugee camps of Jammu. And up till what date women(from whichever community) will keep on paying the price for men’s fantasies or enmity with someone? Did I say fantasy? Yes, I said so. In 2012, when Nribhaya was raped on the streets of Delhi then it was done for pleasure and today a girl who is mentally challenged has been raped in Delhi by neighbors.

Whom are you going to trust when your daughter is out on her way to school, college? It can be anyone like bus driver, conductor, police officer, neighbors, son of a politician or politician himself. How will you educate your child if this situation continues? It is very high time for all of us to think and act otherwise time is not far for our nation to be declared as a nation without women like some villages of Haryana where either the girl child were murdered at the time of birth itself or if they survived by any chance then either they were raped or murdered in the name of honor killing. Who is to be blamed? Yes, we the citizen of this country because in a survey by election commission of India it was found that people with demonic background has brighter chance to win an election in India because they are seen as role model among the larger population and same population will foul cry when they are robbed by the same politicians. There are numerous cases like that and Unnao rape case is one similar case like that. That BJP MLA is nothing but the product of day dreaming by one community to rule the other one.

By: Nilesh Ranjan