Thursday, March 18, 2010
10 Million worth Garland....
Interesting answer to this mega garland of corruption was that it was a gift to an untouchable poor chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh; by the way she is Multi millionaire and the highest tax payer politician in India. She claims people loves her so much that they send her letters full of money and she accepts it and pays tax on it. Isn’t this a very creative way to become rich? Some politicians became millionaires in India by raising and selling milk of one buffalo while others had chicks which laid golden eggs, the corruption is right in front of your eyes, but sometimes I wonder if Indians have lost the will to revolt. Or it is the effect of standing in lines from hospital to offices, nothing comes cheap in India, anyone who has any authority from a clerk to a lawmaker will make you stand in these lines till you pay them or lose will to live. It might have its roots in the history, India being a British colony was ruled with an iron fist for many decades and before that it was under the occupation of Moguls, people pretty much took it as their destiny. It was the Influence of Europe that Gandhi and Nehru can feel and smell the beauty of freedom and decided to revolt against British Empire and forced them to leave India. India attained its freedom from England to become slaves to Politicians, some of you must wonder if British rule was better than the present corruption infested political system of the country.
Chief Minister Claims that it is the people of the state who send her all this money, mind me these are the same people who can't afford to feed their children, they collect wild grass to cook and survive and many thousands of them due to hunger and rest are mal nourished. Do you really want me to believe this? I am sure they hate you as much as I hate and corrupt politician or official, I am sure there must be hand full of butt kissers who arrange all this show for you because they want the piece of the corruption pie. If you were concerned about the poor and untouchables, I am sure you can live of a salary you get from the government and give rest of the corruption money to the needy and hungry of your state.
What happen to billion people in India? Why is everyone a mute spectator to all this mismanagement, don’t you feel suffocated? Are you waiting for a Manifestation to come and guide politicians? Trust me that is not going to happen, it is you who have to wake up and take control of your nation and preserve it for the generations to come.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Wish You a Long.................... Life
बुजती सी अतिशूँ को हवा दे गया कोई !!
इक मुधातूं से यार हम खाना बदूश हैं!
के मारी करीब वाली चेरह गह जला गया कोई !!
छु के जिसे मैं पा सकूं वोह ख्वाब तुम नहीं !
जब बी हुवे हो पास मारे के नन्द से जगा गया कोई !!
मारे वजू से उस का मक़ाम था बहुत बड़ा!
फिर बी मिला के हाथ इक रिश्ता बना गया!!
मुज को सलाम देने वह आया था दूर से !
आज फिर से मेरी रूह पे अहसान कर गया कोई !!
मिला नहीं कोई बी मुसफेर्रों की भीड़ मैं!
शायद मुजी को दाख के रस्ता बदल गया कोई !!
Mirza Galib a very famous Urdu Poet who lived in obscurity till his death is known for his great contribution to the Urdu Poetry and language. Now governments and non profit organizations have instituted awards and studies in his honor, but during his life time when his wife asked for what would do you have for me for my Birthday? He looked up in the sky and said I give you a dua for a long life... That was the last time she asked him for anything, Next time when Mirza Galab inquired how come you have not asked for any gift this time? She replied who wishes to live longer then you....
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Price one has to Pay
I am sure you have a crafted answer to all my questions as any other Politician would have, Was that your own money? Perhaps it was, now since every one knows about it, so it was your own money, and you paid for your stay. Am I right? My dear Ministers, people expect more from you, they expect you to be a role model, and they expect you to feel their pain and hunger. The amount of money you have spent on luxury suits could have saved hundreds of farmers from committing suicide, hundreds of students from crime, thousands of children from hunger, (don’t you read newspapers). How can you swallow Kababs knowing that people who idealized you to be their messiah are out on street begging for left overs.
Oh I am sorry this was your own money? Why are you in politics? Why not become a philanthropist? Use your wealth for good cause, lift them from poverty, help them gather their lives together, Isn't why you wear Khadi? If that is not your cup of tea enjoy your life in five stars, if you inherited large sum from an unknown relative who can’t be found in records, or your poor supporters sent you small bills because they love you so much! So you can stay in presidential suits. spend every bit of it, But please don't be salt to the wounds of children who sweep trains just to find pennies or left over food to eat.
You have a role model in a Young man called Rahul Gandhi, he paid for his food from his own pocket when he had lunch at Andhra Bhawan, which is not a five star hotel but a state owned subsidized residential place for politicians like you, You could not stay in one of the state owned guest houses, they did not have Maui onions, gourmet salads, massages and spas, but this would have proved walk the talk slogan, Or that is beneath your standard? You have Prime Minister Singh, who is happy with Dal, Roti and Maruti 800 car. Ohhh he comes from a humble background of farmers, true…. poor him. I am not sure who else I can bring who can inspire you if half a billion naked and hungry souls could not inspire you.
In nutshell, I am disappointed not that you stayed in Presidential suits and spend your own money, but you paid too little thoughtfulness for less fortunate people.
If I was you my question to myself would be: Do I deserve to be in this elected position? Let me know if both of you have answer to this question.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Corruption bites Asia
Growing up in an Asian nation, I have seen the extremes of poverty and riches, I have seen the marvelous examples of spiritual values and selflessness, I have also seen the demons of extreme greed and selfishness. Human rights do exist on books but they are far from realty, as majority of these nations either don’t have resources or will power to implement them , It is the will, I would say….
Though democracies but they are democracy for just those who are in power or who run the show rest are just happy to be alive, elected governments are toppled in a blink of eyes, honest and elected representative are behind bars for decades and some were hanged till dead while few were assassinated, list goes on and on…… but still there is a breed of politicians in India, who come from a very humble background, but as soon as they enter politics their wealth grows by million times and their source of Income is amazingly creative, some have amassed that much by milking a single buffalo, I wonder if a buffalo is on pump for 24/7 can’t produce volume of milk required to make that kind of money, while the others have a perfect excuse of saying supporters have been sending them all this money………supporters who barely can manage to put a loaf of bread on the table for their children. Hard to fathom, but it is a creative excuse, that is what they need to prove their source of income, no documentation required
Politicians have learned creative ways to make money, they wouldn’t hesitate to ask for the donations for the party if they are doing you a favor and favor is if they allow you to live a life of peace, to start an industry or they will allow you a mineral extraction plant or would allow you to produce electricity and distribute it to the consumers at rip off prices, Dabhol power project was one such example of greed and corruption set up by Enron which went belly up, Enron had to face lot of politics and paid a huge price for their shady deals. Politicians are not alone in this game, they are supported by the bureaucracy as none of the projects can be sanctioned or implemented without the approval of a bureaucrat, but they can be transferred or sent on administrative leave without their consent, so it is really democracy for the politicians or the dictators who rule the system and rest of the administration either has to follow them or find themselves on a path to nowhere.
Pakistan has seen multiple military coups and countless deaths, no one dared to challenge the Military rule of Gen. Zai-ul-Haq a military dictator who perished in a plane crash, was responsible for the death of Zulfikar Ali Bhutto father of slain Pakistani leader Bezezir Bhutto who was assassinated right before the general elections of Pakistan and finger of suspicion is towards and military dictator Gen. Pervez Musharaf, who is also a good singer besides being a dictator, democracy is finally back in Pakistan but the irony is that the highest elected head of Pakistan has multiple corruption cases against him, once known as 10% of Pakistan, (He will charge 10% of any project, contract awarded by the government of Pakistan to any individual or firm). Is this what people deserve or they are left with no option but to bear them?
India on the other had hasn’t had a coupe problems like Pakistan but it has a reputation of being bureaucratic nation which sits on piled up files of corruption. Governments change as per the democratic aspirations of a billion people but what does not change is the system and fate of poor people.
Both Nations desire to live in peace and harmony, at least this is what they say, and true to their political heritage and misunderstandings, none means what they say, otherwise Pakistan would not have diverted United States aid package to perfect or modernize their nuclear arsenal to combat growing Indian Military capability. Are we creating another form of Taliban? This time a Taliban with Nuclear capability to destabilize the whole Asian region. We have seen emergence of Taliban which was a creation to combat USSR in Afghanistan is now a headache for the whole world especially for the United States of America. State department has condemned the aggressive behavior of Pakistan towards India and the fact that humanitarian aid and arms provided by the United States are used fight India, is a major concern for Obama administration which foresees a future alliance with India to check the growing influence of China in the region. Despite Billions in Aids from the European nations poor Pakistanis are still waiting for their fair share of help, which will never reach them as it trickles down top to bottom and by the time it reaches to the masses it was meant for, there is nothing left to distribute.
People do wish and desire to live in peace and corruption free society in both nations but political roads lead to various directions. Would they choose path to peace or disaster no one knows.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Wailing Roads...
मैं द्रेचय यार लाचार हूँ!!
It was my Child and I would never see him again is a wailing mother in an industrial town of India called Ludhina, People are known for their lavish lifestyle and trading abilities। Migrants from all around India flock this town with a dream of two time food, clothes and shoes, Poor people small dreams......... but this is what makes them happy....... dreams are dreams small or large are based on our greed and lust and compassion.
Rajni and Ram Khilawan HAD a seven month baby, since both mother and father work as laborers on the roadside to repave the roads in scorching heat in middle of the congested Ludhina town, for the wealthy and their expansive cars, they had no provision for child care or can’t pay for it, so they always take their child with them, today mother fed the seven month old prince of her dreams and sang a lullaby to him, she was aware that she needs to work and the supervisor was checking the clock, she kissed hugged sang and put her son to sleep, to protect him from sun she made little tiny cloth tent over him and went to work, it was after couple of hours she did not hear any cry and she thought, he is sleeping so well today, being mother she went to check on him and found that the little tiny tent was on him, she went running to take it off him so he does not suffocate, but what she found was crushed body of her little angel, some one had driven over him and he was lying in peace for ever, never to wake up never to cry, would never ask for more milk and would never walk in this cruel town again.
As mother started wailing people stopped to see what happen and they started telling each other ohhh… nothing, someone crushed laborers child and went on to their daily routine, as it was nothing unusual .... not an important life, as if he was not a human being, or the tears rolling down the eyes of Ram Khilwan and Rajni mean nothing. "Poor get their share of grief and misery in double dose here."Many among the spectators were the people who believe in free advise but won't do anything to make a change, their comment were salt on the wound “ They should take care of their babies, they birth so many that they can’t keep count” they made comments without knowing that this was the only child this poor couple had. No sympathy and no one was willing to hug them or do something for them, police too was asking if they saw the vehicle which crushed the baby? Police is always helpless in India, they are bonded slaves to politicians by choice then they are committed to their job of protecting masses.
People kept looking and walking away and the couple kept crying bitterly, father would take cloth from the child to see him again and again and kept banging his head to the road, what he lost was so valuable that the wealth of whole world would never replace it. But they will get up and go to work otherwise they will have nothing to feed themselves, A dream for food, clothing and shelter brought them to this town of rich and famous, but a town which has lost all human values, the government which has no desire to protect the lives of these innocent babies, the nation which boosts to be the human and compassionate can’t afford to provide mother some financial help so she does not have to work on the road side with her son sleeping on the road. A nation where some women wear jewelry worth hundreds of thousands, while others yearn for a loaf of bread. A nation where some hotel rooms cost more a night then a laborer earns for the whole year.
Tomorrow will be a new day in town and no one would remember today except Rajni and Ram Khilawan, they will live with this wound for rest of their lives while this town of rich and famous would keep moving towards coldness and aloofness।
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Wood for Fire
मैं चुनता रहा लकडियाँ बर दोपहर, सोचता बी रहा गेलीं हैं बोहुत !
किया करून गा जलाऊँ गा कैसे औन्हय डोंड पांव गा माचिस की डेब्या कहाँ !!
कोन दे गा आतिश का सामान मुजे कोन समजे गा इस दिल की लाचारियन !
मांग लों गा औधारी मैं इक बार फिर, उन की मुस्कान की खातर जैय्ज़ है सब!!
बचे भूखे हैं घर मैं दाना नही, कब उगे गा गरीबों के घर मैं अनाज !
क्या करून गा मैं लकडइया धोंड किया चदाऊँ चूले पे इस बार मैं !!
सौचता मैं रहा किया करून किया खुदा, लाओं गा मैं पकाने को सामान किया!
मैं सौचता ही रहा की सुबह हो गई, आज की रात अन्खून मैं फिर काट दी !!
A walk down Memory Lane
जीवन क्या है, इक दोओर हवा का बड जाय छु कर के!
रह जाइन गी बस यादें और उन यादूँ की सरगम!!
कैसे कैसे लोग मिले और कैसी कैसी खूशियन !
बस ढूँढे गे उन यदून मैं तुम को और वो दुन्या !!
बीत गिए हैं कइतने मौसम और मौसम की रंजश !
डूंडा जिस को कोने कोने पाया दिल मैं हसरत बन कई!
कुछ दोंद्ले सी यादें औस की कुछ दुन्द्ले अफसाने!
लाख बूलाओं जिन किसोन को वो दिल मैं घर कर जायं