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The Real Beauty

Once upon a time in the small town of Dumblin were two sisters, Nikita and Natasha. Both of them were exactly of the same age, but the striking difference between them was in their beauty. While Nikita was wheatish complexioned, short and stout, Natasha was the epitome of beauty-  fair, tall, pretty and beautiful. She was every boy’s dream girl, the ultimate crush given the fact that she was eye candy. Each and every young man of Dumblin wanted to date Natasha,and she was quite used to this unwanted attention. On the other hand, Nikita was quite ordinary, and was often ignored and even despised upon. The cruel, biased society loved Natasha and loathed Nikita. Despite all this, Nikita did not care, and having a generous and kind heart, something that Natasha was devoid of, she toiled hard in the farms as a daily wage worker, supporting her family. Natasha excused herself from any strenuous work, citing the reason that it would spoil her beauty, further reducing her chances of getting a rich groom for her marriage.

Both the sisters were also not well off with each other. Given the physical appearance of Natasha being superior to that of Nikita, made Natasha more arrogant and dominant over Nikita. Nikita however, ignored this.

One day, there was a forest fire nearby the farms where Nikita worked. Since the fire was sudden, the people didn’t get adequate time to leave the farm where the fire spread rapidly due to swaying winds. Some of the peasants, including two little girls, were trapped in the blazing fire. Nikita somehow managed to escape, but she was worried about the people who couldn’t escape the fire. Gathering all her guts and confidence, she made her way cautiously through the passages which led to the eye of the blazing inferno. Somehow, she reached the spot and aided the people along with the girls by carrying the girls in her arms to the safe spot. Of course, there was threat to her life by the burning fire, but she kept everything aside and helped the people

 This act of bravery by Nikita led to a drastic change in the thinking of the society towards her. That same society which once neglected her, embraced her and admired her courage and bravery with open arms. The mayor felicitated her in a function in the town hall and said, “The indomitable spirit, courage and bravery shown by this girl is exemplary and worthy of acknowledgement. It is also a tight slap on the thinking of those who care only about a girl’s physical beauty over her inner beauty. It is the inner beauty which is the real beauty, and it is above all the preconceived notions we hold for the very concept of beauty. I hope she will inspire everyone to look beyond physical appearances and judge others on the basis of this real beauty. A commendable act by you, Nikita. More power to you!”

BJP. Abbreviation for Bhartiya Janta Party. The party which now holds the power in the centre and also in 14 states in India. Before the 2014 General elections, the BJP did not have that much stronghold in the country as it has today. But, how did it achieve such stupendous success? Well, the BJP fought the elections on the sole motive of development, progress and forward thinking. It discarded all the preconceived notions of casteism, fundamentalism and the most crucial of them all, the Ram Mandir Issue, which took a backseat in the election campaign. Adding to it the Modi Factor and BJP President Mr. Amit Shah’s decisive and distinct diplomacy tactics acted like a cherry in the cake in the victory of the BJP.

Now, we have a total of 14 states with BJP governments or with BJP as a major supporting ally. So, a fundamental question arises, does this mean that the increasing influence of the BJP necessarily imply the ‘Saffronization’ of the Indian political diaspora? Does it also pave a way for one party rule in Indian governance? Or is it the other way around, the BJP acting as the harbinger of a new type of politics, which focuses on development? To be honest, it has several facets and even more far reaching implications.

To begin with, BJP has transformed its ideology and approach from just being one of a Hindutva party, of a fundamentalist party to a party which now focuses on developmental politics, something which is not new, but is rather unique and novel than the attempts made by earlier parties and governments. While the predecessors wanted to just delve into shallower aspects of developmental politics, the BJP now wants wholesome and sustainable development for the masses. This was and is the X factor in the win of the BJP which gave it a considerable edge over its counterparts.

BJP’s departure from fundamentalism to ‘developmental-ism’ also indicates that the party is no longer supportive towards the forced imposition of Hindutva ideology to establish its stronghold among the people. It has already achieved that, so there’s no further scope for the ‘Saffronization’ aspect which the opposition blames the BJP for doing so. The party has learned from its past mistakes and failures; how the issue of fundamental Hindu politics ruined its very existence and demolished its chances of getting elected back into power twice, in 2004 and 2009. BJP knows this very well that mere caste based, religion centric politics won’t help it in securing victory. This lesson was well learnt by the party and now is helping it in conquering in areas where its victory was earlier not possible.

The party culture also discourages familyhood and hereditary politics viz the distribution of power only among selected families and its passage from father to son. These crucial postives are helping BJP to score high both at the centre and in the states.

With the saffronization theory being proved completely useless and baseless, the BJP is trying to invest and develop in various developmental projects in its ruling states. This include construction of roadways, infrastructure, upliftment and empowering the weaker sections by noteworthy initiatives like Pradhan Mantri Ujjwala Yojana, PM Jan Dhan Yojana, PM Jeewan Bima Yojana, PM Aawas Yojana to name a few. These programs indicate the fact that the present BJP governance is development oriented, the one which believes in wholesome and unbiased development, further cementing the notion that this government stands for modernization, not for saffronization. Although there are misconceptions among various minorities that the party is more inclined towards the majority populations and is blatantly against the welfare and upliftment of the minorities, such allegations have actually turned out to be fallacious and baseless. The truth being that the government aims for unbiased and speedy development for all.

Furthermore, the government has taken brave decisions like demonetization,cent percent Foreign Direct Investment (FDI) in both private and public sector, introduction of the Goods and Services Tax (GST) which imply that it is development oriented, not religion oriented. Though there have been instances of communal violence, terrorist activities, rise in separatist tendencies and public unrest, but such incidences are commonplace in every democratic setup and are bound to happen. The government can solely not be blamed for the same, everyone of us is equally responsible. Also, there have been absolutely no corruption charges in the present tenure of the government. In fact, the present government has focused more on development and is more result oriented. It understands the fact that wholesome development is possible only when it is time bound and effective when it is result oriented. Thus, the present government is modernization friendly, not fundamentalist in any aspect.

Having put these above mentioned arguments, it is hence established that the present government supports modernization against saffronization, development against separatism. So, instead of criticizing and finding faults in the government and its governance, let us help it to make India a country of numerous opportunities and infinite possibilities.

Disclaimer- The views and opinions expressed in this article and in ‘IN MY OPINION’  are solely of the author and should not be taken to be factually universal and correct. Reader’s discretion is advised. This article does not intend to malign or hurt anyone’s sentiments and beliefs.

Anniversary

New Delhi. The South Block. A typical working day in the central government offices.  It was already evening. The clock had struck 5 pm, which meant the closing time for the offices. Mr. Harshvardhan Mishra, Deputy Secretary, Home Ministry glanced upon his wrist watch. A man in his early sixties, he was a man who avoided unnecessary jibber jabber and gossip which was prevalent in the sarkari office culture. He was a man who just meant business and nothing else. As head of his team, which comprised of many other junior officers, he assured that all his subordinates worked hard and diligently till the completion of the shift. This made have him hostile to the whims of the typical lazy officers and support staff, who wished that they could leave early and earn without much effort.

As he was about to leave, a junior officer, Mr Chaddha casually remarked, “Sir, if you won’t mind, this watch looks quite old. Please get it replaced.” To which Mr Mishra replied, “This watch may be old, but it shows accurate time and was gifted to me by my wife in our first anniversary.” Chaddha then asked, ” By the way Sir, when is your anniversary? I don’t quite remember it.” Mishra then replied, “Oh my! Look at me! I forgot that my anniversary is today and just look at my absent mindedness, I didn’t even buy anything for my wife nor did I give a treat to everyone! Such a fool I am!” Chaddha did not want to miss any chances of getting a lavish treat so he said, “So what Sir? Treat toh banta hai na sahab!  Rest is your wish and discretion.” This was the habit of Chaddha’s that Mishra hated. Excessive extroversion. Opposite of what Mishra actually was. But he was surrounded. Surrounded by his own statement of treating everyone on his anniversary. Therefore, a chai-samosa party was given by Mishraji despite the fact that he hated parties. He was the typical sanskaari sarkari babuji, a man of meager interests and even lesser things to fancy for. You may either like him or not, but there he was, existing in his own world that he had created, wishing for nothing more.

Well, he then proceeded towards his home in Greater Kailash, a rented apartment which was so dear to him that even after repeated requests from his wife Sarla and his two children Anirban and Artika to apply for the Vasant Vihar bungalows, he was adamant on staying there. That 2 BHK flat had many memories, memories of his struggling days, of his first love, of his marriage and most importantly, of his mentor, Keshav Babu, a bachelor who helped poor yet bright young boys from neighbouring villages of Uttar Pradesh, Uttarakhand and Haryana to get themselves a living. As he sat in a DTC bus thinking of his good old days, a faint picture of Keshav Babu came to his mind. A government employee himself in the Public Works Department (PWD), he wore a white dhoti, kesariya (saffron) kurta, Himachali cap and pointed shoes when he was in his home. He had transformed his flat into a makeshift hostel cum mess where its residents cooked food and washed their clothes and utensils on their own. Keshav Babu helped the boys through his references and contacts to get them into government services as 4th grade peons and office boys. Those who were lucky enough would crack SSC and UPSC exams and get higher posts, those not so fortunate would get jobs as clerks and typists. Babuji was himself instrumental in preparing the boys for such exams. Harshavardhan came there when he was barely 16, and so had to wait till his graduation to even qualify for the Civil Services. Finally when he came of age, he worked hard and in his first attempt, cracked the exam. For him, Babuji was his idol, a fatherly figure, whose words meant everything to him. His words were Mishraji’s guiding force, which he often looked up to whenever he was in a dilemma.

As the bus passed through the old colonies, Mishraji glanced upon the demolishing of old buildings which were in a dilapidated state. All his memories were being broken into pieces, all thanks to the ‘development drives’ by the Development Authority. This made him sad. In this pall of sadness, he remembered the sad state of affairs in his family; how things had drastically changed, making him more isolated. Things seemed to be going against his favour, with modernity and fashion sinking deep into the minds of his wife and children, thus deteriorating the roots of his family’s original cultural identity. His wife Sarla preferred top and jeans over the traditional saree, plazos and harfan over the traditional salwar kurta. Artika was refusing to get married despite coming of the suitable marriageable age and Anirban was jobless, trying hard to qualify the Civil services exams without any success. All of them discarded family tie-ups and traditions, refused to go and look after Mishraji’s ailing parents and relatives and even strike a proper dialogue with their father, who was yearning for recognition. Every day the gap was widening, which worried him a lot.

His chain of thoughts was broken as the conductor shouted “GK” which woke him up with a start. Hurriedly he walked out and headed towards his home. As he reached nearby, he was startled by the elaborate and exquisite decorations- glittering lights, crowd of people outside and the aroma of the delicious food being cooked in his home. Realization then hit upon him, all of this was for his wedding anniversary. This was quite surprising and odd, given the fact that Mishraji got married without any pomp or show. He became both elated and excited and slowly entered his house.

As he made his way to the drawing room, he was greeted with guests, guests who seemed unknown yet friendly and cordial at the same time. All of them wished him “Happy Anniversary Mishraji!” with glittering smiles and even more glittering dresses. Amidst all this, he noticed his wife Sarla clad in sleeveless red saree with a deep backless cut. “This wasn’t expected from you, at least in this age Sarla”, he murmured to himself. His daughter Artika was dressed in a white gown which was backless while his son Anirban was in a tuxedo, gossiping with his friends. Sarla then came to him and said, “What is this ji? Look at the time by your watch. Its already 8. You should have taken a day’s off at least today. It’s your anniversary and here you are, working tirelessly without any reason.” Mishraji was shocked by this statement, but looking into the gravity of the situation he remarked, “Yes, I am indeed sorry for the delay but what I do is for you all, darling. Try to understand. Anyways, I have to go inside for a puja. Please excuse me.” The guests were startled by this sudden turn of events. But Mishraji then said, “No problem, its a part of my daily routine.  Please enjoy yourselves.”

Mishraji then went for a quick bath and then to the puja room. He meditated deeply, but instead of seeing God, a faint picture of Keshav babu appeared before him. This did not surprise him, as it was him up to whom he looked upon in times of distress. Mishraji asked, “Why am I neglected? What wrong did I do? Am I being punished for sticking to my morals? Why me, babuji?” Babuji then replied, “Its all time’s tide. Time spares no one. The ones who are neglecting you will be neglected themselves in the future. Then their fashion and modernity won’t come to their rescue. Only firm character and simplicity in thought and practice prevails in the sands of time. Everything else just fades away. Just be who you are. Never, ever change.” Tears rolled down Mishraji’s eyes as he saw Keshav Babu faded away into the unknown. Reminisces of fond old memories made him sentimental. But he somehow composed himself and got up.

The clock showed quarter past nine. All his family members stood before him in the hall as he encountered them. Sarla asked, “What took you so long? Everyone in the party was looking for you. The guests left flabbergasted due to your behaviour. What is this arrogance for?” Mishraji was speechless. As he stood motionless without any reply, his son moved forward and gave him a letter. This was a letter for requesting the job for a peon in the same office in which Mishraji worked. All of this made Mishraji think, “When will these bad times go away? When shall I see the light of happiness? Will Babuji’s words hold true for me? Will things ever change?” And then, he retired to his room, engulfed with terrible sadness and depression of the grim future ahead.

The Last Wish

The clock had struck 12. Its tick-tock was audible amid the pin drop silence in the jail. Here he was, waiting for the superintendent to take him to the gallows for the execution of his death sentence. He was arrested for murdering a man who had raped his daughter. In his eyes, lay a deep sense of calmness, coupled with satisfaction sans any guilt or remorse. Although he regretted the fact that he could not safeguard his daughter’s honor from that bastard’s lust.

The execution was to take place at 12.30 sharp during midnight. Everyone in the jail knew his story and all of them had their heartfelt gratitude and sympathies. Even the authorities were against the death sentence and stood firmly with him, respecting his assault towards the rapist. But they were duty-bound and no one was above the decree and the dictum of the court. The decision was made, it was final. So, there was no escape.

Time was running at its own pace. Only a few minutes remained. Then suddenly, the cell door opened. It was the superintendent. Though a hard and tough man, his heart melted with sympathy along with respect for the prisoner who was to be executed. As it was the prisoner’s last few minutes, the superintendent, out of custom and inquisitiveness, asked the prisoner’s last wish. He had assumed that the prisoner would ask for delicious, mouth-watering food or probably a pardon or a re-trial. But the prisoner’s last wish astonished him.

“I do not desire for any delicious food nor any re-trial. All I wish to have one last look at my daughter’s photograph which I keep with me. Before leaving mortality, I want to tell my daughter that I am sorry for not protecting her when she needed it the most. I want to tell her that it was not her fault for being too open or friendly with the boy who raped her, but it is the sick mentality of that bastard who saw her as a means of satisfying his lust. I want to meet her in heaven and embrace her like no one has ever done before. That’s all I want, I desire nothing more.”

The superintendent was motionless. The gravity of the prisoner’s last wish made him respect the prisoner even more. He hugged him, with tears in his eyes. Those were the tears of realization of the fact that what a great soul and what a heart the prisoner possessed.

It was time for the execution. The prisoner, followed by the executioner, the superintendent and the jail authorities, stood at the gallows. The taut rope was hanging, signifying the awaiting death. He stood up, with his daughter’s photograph, and teary eyed, said those words. There was no fear, only guilt overshadowed with the immortal happiness of meeting his beloved daughter up in the skies. He kissed the photograph, wore the rope round in his neck and ultimately, the curtain of life fell, embracing death.

For the first time, everyone present admired the dead prisoner.

The superintendent said, ” He may have lost here, but he ultimately won his battle by embracing death without any fear and remorse. His loss is his greatest win, I must say.”

Result Day- The D-Day

After the exams are done away with

And a month almost passes by

Comes finally the result day

Which scares the hell out of students, as they say

 

With scared heartbeats and tensed minds

Results are awaited with the passage of time

Prayers to God start for happy endings

Also to avert and dodge any mishappenings

 

Premonitions too occur meanwhile

Whether one will pass or fail in the while

High expectations from parents and relatives

Elevate only the fears and negatives

 

By the time the result is published

Students are already mentally impoverished

But seeing the results on the d-day

Many of them rejoice, ending their dismay

 

Results and marks are not everything

Mere numbers they are, don’t decide anything

So, there’s no reason to fret or worry

Just move on, without feeling sorry

 

Life is beyond just grades and numbers

Something parents should realize, in life’s matters

Marks cannot make a man, values and talent do

So, think beyond numbers, without much ado.

Ignored Beauties

The world around evolves every day

From the darkness of the night to the light of the day

Yet, we often fail to notice

The specimens of the Creator’s craftsmanship

 

From the orange hues of the first light

The endless horizon beyond our eyesight

The melodious chirping of the avifauna then

And We, unaware that it happens when?

 

The cool gush of air in the early day

Is rare these days, as the people say

The fresh dew of the last rain

Can make anyone forget their woes or pain

 

The blossoming flowery beauties in the lap of nature

The old, branched Banyan’s stiff, grand stature

The forever flowing waters in those crystal clear brooks

Is worthy enough, to be given a look

 

The snow capped, tall, majestic mountains

Artistic, subtle, sprinkling fountains

The golden sands in the beaches near the seas

Can bring to anyone, tranquility and peace

 

It really makes me wonder sometimes

Why do we ignore these beauties at times?

These are the beauties, to be admired and preserved

As they make our lives, precious and beloved.

A Student’s Life

Coming from the cradle of infancy

Entering into the world of study

Is how a child starts his student life

A journey from toddler to adult life

With crying faces and utter stubbornness

Failing to understand any anything in this process

Developing a bond with the teacher with time

The experience of schooling becomes quite fine

As the child progresses to the primaries

He develops a bonding with his besties

With learning a lot, new friendships start

Along with crafts, sports, books and art

The phase of the middle classes bring diverse knowledge

With variety of subjects, at this stage

From Algebra to Chemical formulae

Which keeps the students perplexed and at bay

Comes then the high school times

Where teenage love blossoms and becomes sublime

Attractions along with distractions occur

Due to which, the students suffer

High school brings advanced gyaan

From trigonometry, momentum to fabric and yarn

And also sexual knowledge which excites everyone

Inquisitiveness to know everything under the sun

The last stage is of the senior secondaries

Where everyone decides their career priorities

From cracking the entrances to topping the boards

Keeps the students busy, at their toes

Finally, the students finish the schooling

With decent or not so decent exam ranking

Then the phase of graduation starts

With exams each year, in two parts

From copying notes to eleventh hour roting

And knowing everything from practical learning

Is what a student life is all about

Where there’s no room for error nor doubt.