Racism in Australia - Indian Students Targeted

 

Racist - another word for a coward/insecure/incompetent/unintelligent people.

As Shravan (an Andhraite from Andhra Pradesh, India) and his friends were partying, two drunk white boys (Australians) gate crashed into their merriment and started abusing the Indians in a foul racist tongue. The only provocation (if you can call it that!) was Shravan and his friends politely asked the white entourage to leave the party as they were not invited!

That seemed to be too much to take for these ugly racist Australians. The famous 'Aussie-pride' could not take no for an answer! They stabbed Shravan with a screw-driver (some courage these punks showed, Screw-driver, for God's sake??) in his neck and started shouting in the most foulest language only the Australians can summon (ask Sourav Ganguly, Harbhajan etc).

Calling somebody a 'Bloody Indian' speaks so much for that person's character. The newest mantra for these white-trash is : 'curry-bashing'. Let's go 'curry-bashing' they say cunningly. Do we treat the foul Australian students in the same manner when they come to study in India? No! Agreed that the victims and their families had to go through a lot of trauma. But it is not as if we are shedding copious tears over the horrible incident. We too can fight back! But we do not gang-attack a single person in a lonely metro train! This is just shameful! Five bullies against a meek lonely Indian, that too in their own backyard? I do not call that courage, MATES!

And what is the cause of these dastardly acts, which have been increasing in frequency over the last few months? Well, here are a few :

Cowardice : There's no fame in cornering a single person especially when you are a gang of ugly drunk punks, out on a trip of LCDs or what-nots. Substance abuse is for those weaklings who seek supremacy in an imaginary fantasy. Wherein, they are the Supermans, Batmans, He-mans etc. That's all in the comic books mates. In real world, you are nothing than a bunch of coward, backward thinking bullies who are no less than the Skeletors, Jokers. Well, shame on you cowards. If you had the courage and had the capacity to THINK, you would not have carried out such a BRAVE attack. Did your parents give you a hero's welcome after this feat? Well, you must have be feeling tired, how about some lethal mix of scotch coupled with a bottle full of sleeping pills ? That sure must make you feel superhuman again! And what a trip that would be – a trip with a no return ticket! Ha! You sad bunch make me take up crime as a full time employment option!

Insecurity : Wow! The mighty Australians are insecure! Hear about that! What are you insecure about bubbas? You are worried about us Indians studying hard and taking all the plum jobs and relegate you roos to the no-brains-needed clerical jobs?? Well, you do not have to worry about that at all pals. Why, is there going to be a mass exodus of us 'bloody Indians' back to our places??? Why No!!!! No that's not the reason! The reason is simply incompetence! You people are not made to THINK! Leave alone study hard and earn degrees, and get nice jobs. Which is exactly my next point!

Incompetence : The apes, (our ancestors) it now seems never crossed Australia to evolve into sharp thinking humans! So if you are all brawn and no brain, then it follows that you cannot think! If you cannot think, then you are NOT! (Descartes version - "I think therefore i am"). You do not exist at all my pre-medieval friends, at least when it comes to thinking rationally. And as apes do, you maul anything in your way without the slightest provocation.

Unintelligent : Not only you, even your parents are not that smart. Right after they came to know what their bright (or rather dull) wards did, not a single Australian mommy came onto the TV to express sympathy towards the victim and his kin. No owning up responsibility down here in down under for all immoral actions, my friends! Nah! Tribal justice is all what you will ever get. A tribal will think like a tribal. When he sees another man from another territory he just takes aim and shoots that poisoned dart. Smack! Take that you invader! For that's all he has been taught about and that's all he knows. But for those punks who might have finished schooling as students, it was a terrible shame.

Now this is not the first time that Australians are being labeled racists. Not all of them might be guilty, but people will generally tell you that you can smell it in the air. The hatred they have for us. Russians too complained about this racism menace a long time back. But no one stood up and took notice.

Here are a few examples of what the US, Indian and Australian citizens themselves think:

Musing,US,says: Fact of the matter is that Aussies are the worst racists of the world. I have been all across the globe and have never seen people who are more petty and more racial than the Australians. Its also a fact that the vast majority are morons who are unable to compete with Indians/Chinese and therefore have an envy carryover which they resolve by resorting to gang violence. I remember the Singapore premiere aptly calling the Aussies the white trash of Asia... [30 May, 2009 0933hrs IST]

george harris, brisbane,says: Please understand the majority of the population are disgusted by the attacks and know that the police refuse to deal with the real issue of migrant refugee gangs because of political correctness.

Pranaoti Naik,Gold Coast,says: This is very terrifying news. I am a student here on the Gold coast and staying in the same country we are clueless about what is happening with our fellow mates. There wasn't much covered in the News on TV which is sad that Australia doesn't want to expose these matters. Apparently, we get to know about these issues through our Friends and Family from India. The most important issue here is that Universities need to follow certain rules and procedures to assure oneness among other nationalities. It is important that professors follow this in universities, as many Indian (Asian in particular) students are neglected in class. As a student here, We spend so much to come here to gain education and work experience and yet we end up being victims of miserable tragedies. Pranaoti Naik Gold Coast, Queensland Australia [30 May, 2009 1005hrs IST]

Our own Indian govt. should stop taking those baby-step initiatives and should go full-blast on demanding the reasons for the ineptness of the Aussie govt. in failing to check this menace. We must demand solid action. After all we are paying them to take care of us as well as our education. In that sense they stand to lose an enormous economical opportunity. Their Universities will stop functioning if the Indians were to be advised not to go to Australia. The economic bashing they will receive will be more resounding than the physical bashing they gave our Indian students. After all, we are paying them for the education, we are not asking it for free, are we?? We have the right to demand a safe environment to take up our studies.

In fact, we must stop going to the Aussie Universities if they fail to guarantee our safety from the racism menace. Only the govt. of India can make this stick as a rule for the foreign Universities. If the Universities fail to own up responsibility for any untoward incidents the Indian students face there, then they must be dragged to the court.

Some Facts and Tips About How to Contribute to a Green Earth

By making seemingly small changes to our habits, we can contribute in a major way to making this Earth green and drastically reduce greenhouse gases emission.
http://www.associatedcontent.comarticle/1672224/some_facts_and_tips_about_how_to_contribute.html

Rajesh Pandharpurkar's Source Page - Associated Content

http://www.associatedcontent.comuser/487273/rajesh_pandharpurkar.html

A dangerous Virus called 'Conficker'.

The Conficker worm, also called the Downadup or Kido has already affected millions of computers worldwide.

What does it do?
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It is not clear exactly as to what it actually does but the security analysts are of the opinion that its main aim is to create a safe haven for cybercrime. Some kind of a secure infrastructure
for running botnets. It will of course steal Credit Card information, and a host of other personal information, if your computer is compromised. However if you are running a Windows XP based system and if the Automatic Updates are turned on, then you are automatically protected. But if your system is compromised then you will not be able to visit, Microsoft, Symantec and a lot of other Anti-virus websites. Also it deletes all the previous System Restore points besides opening doors for all sort of Malware.

How does it infect?
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It spreads through USB memory sticks, networks and of course the Internet. This Conficker virus takes advantage of a Windows vulnerability and once infected, then the first thing it does is to
disable Automatic Updates, stop all the security update services (like that of your Anti-Virus's), blocks Internet access to most of the security websites. And after it has established base and contacted its author, then it remotely installs all sorts of Worms, Trojans, Backdoors, and Malware besides redirecting your browser phishing sites and scam websites.

What is the cure? - The healing touch
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Visit the Microsoft website from a clean computer and download 'MS08-067' security patch. If your Windows Automatic Updates service is turned on, this patch is already installed and your
computer is not compromised. The next step is to download to Symantec's Conficker removal tool. The link is given here.

http://www.symantec.com/security_response/writeup.jsp?docid=2009-011316-0247-99

If you want to download and install the Windows Security Patch and the Symantec Conficker Removal Tool on your own system then do the following :

1.  Go to the command prompt by either pressing 'Winkey + R' or Click : Start>Run>and type 'cmd'.

2.  Go to the root level (meaning : going to the drive letter where your operating system is loaded. This letter is most of the times 'C') by typing the following : 'cd\' and hitting 'Enter'.

3.  You will now be at 'C:\'.

4.  Now type 'net stop dnscache' and press 'Enter' This command will stop the domain blocking feature of the Conficker virus.

5.  Now type 'net start dnscache'. And now you should be able to go the security websites.

6.  Now download the following Windows security patch MS-08-067. Here are the links : 

For Windows XP :

http://www.microsoft.com/downloads/details.aspx?displaylang=en&FamilyID=0d5f9b6e-9265-44b9-a376-2067b73d6a03

For Windows Vista :

http://www.microsoft.com/downloads/details.aspx?displaylang=en&FamilyID=18fdff67-c723-42bd-ac5c-cac7d8713b21

7.  If you still want to be sure, then download Symantec's Removal Tool here :

http://www.symantec.com/security_response/writeup.jsp?docid=2009-011316-0247-99

Tips : Always remember to Turn on the Automatic Update feature of Windows operating systems. Also regularly update your Anti-virus database. Have a good Malaware Removal Application. I personally recommend 'Spybot Search & Destroy'. This is available for free. Keep the Registry healthy by removing unused & unnecessary entries left over by previous uninstalls. There's a good free software available called 'CCleaner'. Also have a good Uninstaller installed on your system and make sure to use this when you want to uninstall. It provides a step-by-step interface which is easy to understand. What it does apart from cleanly uninstalling an unwanted software, is remove any entries left behind by the program from the folders and from the registry as well. When you uninstall a software cleanly then  you are stopping any conflicts arising in the future. No conflicts means a healthy system! I recommend 'Revo Uninstaller', which again is free. And PLEASE do not fall prey to some really impressive websites offering a 'Free Virus/Security Scan'. All it does is install spyware even while it appears to be scanning for infections! You will be issued with a 'dire' warning as to how several 'infections' have been found on your system and how you can get rid of them by buying their Anti-Virus.

My Article 'Planet Earth Must Be Saved' got published on Associated Content

Planet Earth Must Be Saved
There is an immediate need for the G8 countries to sit across a table and seriously start thinking about how best they can help to save our dying planet.
http://www.associatedcontent.comarticle/1632905/planet_earth_must_be_saved.html

Death smiles at us all......

"Death smiles at us all....the only thing we can do is smile back" says Russel Crowe in The Gladiator, when Ceaser asks him if he's not afraid of death.

So why is it that we dread death?

I cannot talk for others but i can surely tell you that i am scared to death of DEATH! It's not the fear of death itself that i am scared of. It has got to do with the fact that i shall never ever be able to meet all my loved ones. I cannot even imagine what my wife would do without me. Ahem..a bit of a bold statement there, you think?? Well, we are like that! We cannot think of a life without each other. What about my little daughter?? Well, she's too small to understand all this. My mother, brother & sister??? I am sure they will be shattered beyond repair. But LIFE moves on. You got to move along, otherwise it will leave you far behind.

This thought has been bothering me from the past 2 weeks. And i have been meaning to unload the burden of such thought via this blog. Can't tell wifey. Her blood pressure will shoot up to the moon. So i figured the next best thing to a wife is ...... my BLOG! Who else??!! They weren't kidding then, when they said blogging is addictive. It's a little slow in the beginning but catches speed later on. After that you can't get off.

How true then, that we cannot do anything when death beckons. Yea, we should smile. Sure! Smile... when the light in front of you is fading and darkness is blanketing your vision! Smile....when you are holding your dear ones hand and know that you won't be able to feel again! Smile.....when your heart's breaking into a zillion tiny pieces. Man!!! How can anyone do that? Can anyone do it...??? Smile??

They say in Hindu lore that our soul stays back on earth for 10 days. It (the aatma) keeps begging the soldiers of Yama to please, please let it stay back and see to its heart's content its loved ones for one LAST time. It cries and cries along with its beloved ones down there. It does not want to go to Yama, but His soldiers are relentless. They unleash the Paashaan (the whip) and drag the aatma. It keeps looking back again and again for whatever glimpses it can see of its loved ones. How for one last time it wants to go and hug its people! The unbearable pain it endures when it is made clear to it that there's no going back!

Can any living being survive that? No wonder they are as dead as DEAD when they have to go through such harrowing time.

Does somebody believe in afterlife? Is there indeed a place called an afterlife? What do souls do there? Do they exist there in the same human form they had when living on earth? What activities go on there? Are there any cars, buildings, roads, phones, water, food, sky, wind, fire ..... etc...in the city of afterlife? If there ever was an afterlife, it must be a very crowded place! Think of all the civilization who died. How do the GODs manage such humongous traffic! Really, this concept of afterlife starkly opposes the Hindu theory of re-birth. I mean, if i was to be reborn on this earth again - not necessarily as a human though - then there will be no place called the afterlife. The cycle of being reborn again would just have continued without any interval - how temporary it might be. Then why did our wise talk so much about afterlife? Surely there must be something concrete to it. Otherwise our wise - who had the concept of TIME and DIMENSION long before our Western counterparts learned to speak - were not such fools. Then the only explanation of justifying the existence of afterlife will be that it is a temporary resting place where a person's deeds and misdeeds are calculated, punishments served accordingly, and then dispatched back to earth again with some form of a living thing's 'body', of course with all the previous memory deleted! It runs like a well oiled machine, does the God's machine. It has to ! Imagine taking birth as a PIG with all your previous human life memory intact. You would be looking at SHIT and telling to yourself 'I can't eat that SHIT.....PIGS do' !!!! Some fun the onlookers would have watching the poor soul.

It's really amazing how quickly i shift gears from all serious and grim talk to stomach splitting comedy!

Now back to being serious. Well, it all looks so strikingly similar to the Wachowski brother's epic movie 'The Matrix'. I mean, look here closely and what do we got? A near perfect similarity to our Hindu theories of afterlife and Karma. Our aatmas are nothing but some global Programes whose core structure never changes (the soul never dies), into which various functions are written. Now the programs run according to the functions which are placed in it. If the function of a chimpanzee is written into the program then it displays the character of the above animal. If the function of a dog is written it happily wags it's tail and fetches!. So on and so forth for various other animals and various other humans. Here's the legend, if you like it, for those who do not know a damn thing about afterlife, aatma and karma.

Aatma == Global Program; Body == Function written in the program; Life == Matrix; World == Mainframe; God == Universe's most genius PROGRAMMER !!.......& Rajesh == A bloody fool ..!!!

.....more later on the subject which prompted me to blog.

Rajesh G Pandhrapurkar

A Worm called the I-Worm Generic/CJR

There are a lot of times when even we, who call ourselves 'Advanced Computer users', find ourselves upto our eye-balls in, not muck, but embarrassment! Embarrassment coz of the small problem we could not 'fix'. This is for all those then, who want to avoid that funny feeling of being a misfit in the computer fiefdom.

The first issue i'd be addressing is the worm called the I-Worm Generic/CJR.

The I-Worm Generic/CJR copies itself into the \Windows\System32 folder as a dll. Your Anti-virus also catches the worm and refers it to a dll file. Now, this worm tries to send mass mails from your system. It sometimes blocks the browser from connecting to the Internet and Anti-virus websites. This also does an irritating thing : it disables you to view 'hidden' files. Try as many times as you want to, but you just cannot view the hidden files even after several attempts to un-hide them from the Tools>Folder Options>View menu.

This worm can be normally removed by a majority of the Anti-virus programs. But it leaves the above anomaly behind.

Here's the solution then :

1. Use any antivirus to remove the virus first.

2. go to Run menu (winkey+R).

3. type regedit.

4. go the path : HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE\SOFTWARE\Microsoft\Windows\CurrentVersion\Explorer\ Advanced\Folder\Hidden\SHOWALL

5. Look at the CheckedValue key (on right side). This should be a DWORD key. If it isn’t, delete the key. Create a new key called “CheckedValue” as a DWORD (hexadecimal) with a value of 1. Also most of the times it leaves the 'CheckedValue' as it is but it changes the value to 2. So all you have to do is change its value back to 1.

You can now make the Tools>Folder Options>View>show Hidden files and folders function normally.

Is the Queen of England still regarded by some as a 'Monarch'??

'Dumbstruck by Queen's beauty, grace and charm' - By Kishwar Desai (March 14th, 2009)

The above titled article appeared in the newspaper Deccan Chronicle on the 14th of March 2009, in the Editorial section. Surprised that there still exist some people who think the world of her, i continued its perusal. To my amazement and shock, the author of the above article was one of us Indians, Kishwar Desai, wife of the famous Lord Meghnand Desai. You can find the article here :
http://deccanchronicle.com/neutral/dumbstruck-queen%E2%80%99s-beauty%2C-grace-and-charm-908

Although airing one's opinions in a free and democratic country has no legal repercussions, i found the article slightly favoring the Queen and her legacy, which i must say turned my stomach a little. I did not feel it is right for an Indian to be taken back to the Queen's era, where so many crimes against humanity were committed. I thought it greatly insulted the heroes of our Freedom struggle.

Here's my reply to the author :

" Dear Ms. Desai,
this is regarding your article appearing in the newspaper Deccan Chronicle, dt.14th mar 2009,
titled "Dumbstruck by Queen's beauty, grace and charm".

Let me fire the first salvo by saying that it was pathetic the way you have shown a school-girl like enthusiasm in summing up your meeting with the 'Queen'.

You may have found 'beauty, grace and charm' in the 'Queen' but seem to have happily forgotten the ruthless 400 years of lawless rule by her predecessors! There certainly is nothing 'beautiful' and 'graceful' about that Ms. Desai.

And you were right, 'for some it may not be pleasant thought to look back upon', but for you, i am afraid, it was all so glorious!! I find it hard to put words on paper after this confession. Although, a majority of the Britons themselves are quite against the Buckingham Palace's 'royal' excesses, some of us Indians seem to happily cut off their right arm just to shake the 'Queen's' hand. Now this thought is not at all 'charming', Ms. Desai.

Now on to the moment of your life, when all of you waited 'nervously' to get a glimpse of the Queen. And what of the moment, when your 'convent' school training came to your rescue and enabled you to 'curtsey' !! WOW!! That must have been THE moment of your life, was it not Ms. Desai?? You must have been over the moon, to kneel (only a little, mind you!) in front
of the great Queen. Whilst you were thus curtsey-ing Ms. Desai, i said to myself : " there goes another one ", who hasn't quite come out of the 400 year old practice of Master and Slave. Come on Ms. Desai, you seem much to be much more intelligent than Cherie Blair. If she could see it, how could you not ??

That era is long gone Ms. Desai, when curtsey-ing was cumpolsary. We Indians do not bow to anybody, much less show such unabashed subservience to a 'monarch'. You seemed quite jolly sprinkling the words, 'monarch', 'empire', 'devotees' 'rituals' .....all across the article. Now that tells so much about your love for the Queen and her 'Empire'(??) Ms. Desai, does it not?

A professional like you, who has such a long standing in the Indian media should have shown some restraint while talking about the people who had made slaves out of us. You could have addressed the sensitivities of the Indians a little more. "

I never thought that a journalist, specially a famous one, reads feedback. But the lady really surprised me by replying back. I really consider this as a privilege and honor. Thank you Ms. Desai for even bothering to read my counter-views. You are a ture sport! Here's the email reply i received from her.


" from Kishwar Desai
reply-to kishwardesai@yahoo.com
to Rajesh Pandharpurkar
date Sun, Mar 15, 2009 at 3:31 PM
subject Re: Regarding your article: Dumbstruck by Queens......
mailed-by yahoo.com
signed-by yahoo.com

3:31 PM (23 hours ago)


dear mr pandharpurkar,

thank you for your observations and it is always a pleasure to get a feedback--whether negative or positive.

do keep reading!

with all good wishes

kishwar "


Thank you all for reading!

Cancer called CORRUPTION

The root cause of a weak democracy is the people at the helm of it. The POLITICIANS! These animals are so insensitive. All they know by default is not serving the people who put them in the chair, but getting filthy rich by their corrupt habits. CORRUPTION, BRIBERY, WHITE LIES are a CANCER which these politicians have! And they are born with it. I guess, a person with such insensitive mind needs to be claimed by the good people of the Mental institutions. How else can
you explain the recent tragedy where a politician and his cohorts murdered a PWD engineer in Uttar Pradesh in cold blood? The reason ? ...............now here comes the most disgusting part yet.........i hope u have a strong stomach for it...................the reason is that the PWD engineer refused to pay up Rs. 50 lakhs for Chief Minister Mayawati's Birthday bash!!!!!!!! If this isn't called heinous and atrocious, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ELSE IS IT????

How can a democracy survive, if people who are given the reins to run it are themselves so bloody ruthless?? We have sitting MPs and MLAs who have criminal cases pending against them. Yet they are allowed to roam freely in the Parliament and Assemblies? They are allowed to give their bloody speeches in the House, where a naive person might be duped into thinking ' Wow, this MP/MLA cares a lot for the people who elected him' !! In realty, this monster goes back to his constituency and rapes an innocent woman/child!! Disgusting these bastards!

The questions that comes to mind is how to weed all of them out. Well, as long as there's a majority of rural illiterates whose voting power can be easily swayed, these ugly sods continue to rule! To be fair to the rural population, we cannot expect a simple farmer to know what's the GDP of India. Or how much budget is allotted towards providing drinking water and other basic amenities in the rural areas.

The Central Govt, who sanctions and releases these loans should and MUST keep a hawkish eye on the MP/MLA/District Collectors who are supposed to make use of this money. It should hold all these people liable if the job for which the amounts have been sanctioned hasn't been completed or worse, haven't been taken up at all. There must be accountability and stringent punishments for violating rules & regulations.

An Editorial in a famous newspaper featured an article written by the former CBI chief. He writes of an incident where a newly elected CM was being asked why he is choosing a cabinet where 80% of the ministers had criminal cases pending against them. The reply the CM gave sums up the insensitive nature of these shameless politicians.

The CM carelessly replied " I cannot be bothered about who has how many cases pending against him. Go and ask the PEOPLE who ELECTED THEM" !!

This is, sadly, the true face of Indian Politics.

Mumbai Terror Attacks : Lack of Poilitical Leadership - Wall Street Journal

The world all over is beginning to realize how inept the Indian Government is in thwarting such terrorists strikes even before they happen. They point out, and correctly so, that the Indian Political leadership has been found wanting in protecting the common man from such dangers. The time is not one for jingoistic patriotism, but to wake up to stark reality and learn lessons from such mistakes and pledge that this soil will not ever be used for perpetrating such horrible crimes. The Congress leaders need to take stock of the situation from the point of view of National security and tighten the laws. They just need to stop themselves from thinking of the 'election' once in their lifetime. Hereunder is an excerpt from an article of Wall Street Journal :

"Its intelligence units are understaffed and lack resources. Coordination among the country's 28 state police forces is poor. The country's anti-terror legal architecture is also inadequate," it said. "A lack of political leadership is to blame," the Journal stressed.

The Australian newspaper the Sydney Morning Herald described Mumbai as a "soft target." Under the banner headline "Massacre in Mumbai," it said the nature of the attacks and the singling out of US and British nationals suggested a wider agenda than usual militant attacks in India.

My question to the so called "think-tanks", the so called "policy-makers", the insensitive Indian Political machine (mainly the Congress) is this : 'If the outsiders can see and understand what's causing the problem in our home, then tell me for God's sake, why cant you, the head of the families ?'

We deny help from the outsiders, saying our Army is efficient enough. Of course, there's no questioning the quality and skills of our brave soldiers, we salute them for what they have been doing so far. The crux of the matter is, if we deny help then at least make it look like it is fair. I mean, equip our army, the soldiers with the latest technology, world-class training, etc. Give them what they want. Encourage them. Raise their salaries. The surplus can be directly cut from the various number of redundant politicians!! I mean, they say the paunch is the measure of prosperity!! Look at our corrupt politicians and their pot-bellies and you'll get the picture. It seems, they not only shovel the dirty money into various off shore bank accounts, they also seem to stuff some of it inside their stomach linings. That's the reason for their ever-rising waistline.

Ok, right, enough of politician bashing.

Let's take a moment to salute all the brave men who lost their lives in line of duty while protecting the lives of scores of innocent people.

WITH MY HEAD HELD HIGH, I SALUTE YOU THE BRAVE MEN OF NSG, THE MARINE COMMANDOS (MARCOS), THE ARMY, THE LOCAL POLICEMEN, THE STAFF OF TAJ AND OTHERS WHO HELPED.

JAI HIND.

MUMBAI : Terrorists strike again!

Mumbai is struck once again by the terrorists. We watch haplessly as they go on killing innocent souls so mercilessly. They do not have a morsel of humanity left in them. These cowardly bastards hide inside an enclosure and fight. Let them come out in the open and see how many seconds they last! Cowards all of them! Don't they have their own family? How would they like to see the spectacle of watching their own get killed without batting an eyelid? Without ever being guilty? What Jihad are you talking of, you village idiots? Your mind is so filled with all the crap that the local Mullah preaches, that you forget you cannot take one's life if you cannot CREATE one! It is so elementary!! But, how would you know? You have chosen to be ignorant. You have chosen to let your mind be raped by those Islamist fundamentalists, who themselves are safe and miles away when you rouges are perpetrating such heinous crimes. You Jihadists are such a sad bunch of sadistic cowards. You think you will be awarded Paradise, "Jannat", after you are done with spraying bullets mercilessly on innocent people? You think allah waits for you with extended arms in Heaven? No! You poor bastards! Neither allah nor any God of any religion is waiting for, you, you ugly sods! The only thing waiting for you you is ETERNAL HELL. You will burn there. Burn there for every soul you have killed. You will be tortured, like you have tortured us every time we stepped out of our homes, knowing not if we'd return back home alive. You will be shred to pieces like you have done so with your Jihadist bombs. You think your God cares for you? Wrong! Your god does not like people who take other people's lives at the drop of a hat.

With whom is your fight ? With the governments? Then go negotiate with the concerned people. Why kill us innocent humans. What the F*** have we ever done to you or your family. You mindless clods are happily killing our family members and when the Hindu fundamentalists do the same on the pretext of revenge, you whine like little babies and cry foul? What happened to all the bravery, the Jihadi bullshit? "Holy War" ???!! You dim witted SOBs, do you even know the meaning of HOLY? Holy is another word for being 'righteous'. Can you call what you are doing as righteous? Education! Education is what you want! Not cross-border training in the skills of firing an AK-47 or lobbing grenades.

We Indians need to rise as one! We need to show the door out to the Govts, who cannot protect us. After all, we are electing them because we think they would do a better job than us. Now if they can't, let them resign. Let them surrender their posts, for the next person who is better than him. After all, in a big country like India whose army is one of the biggest in the world, can it not defend its motherland when a bunch of foreign trained terrorists force her to fall on her knees? What are we coming to? We should have Netas like Subhash Chandra Bose and Sardar Vallabhai Patel.

Dr. Manmohan Singh, we have a great respect and the highest regard for you as a taintless politician. But we cannot let you have such an incompetent person such as Shivraj Patil to be the Defence Minister of India. Surely with your intelligence you can find a better man for the job of handling the security of India. The man just goes on blabbering pointless issues trying to divert the attention from the crux of the matter. He's so confused. You just have to look at him on the TV interviews. You can't miss it!

Bring back the POTA if you want to talk to the terrorists in their own language. No Mercy! Yeah! They'd surely understand.

Show some fight. Show some courage. Take the fight to them. They want to talk with guns and bombs. Sure. let us do that. Let's talk to them with guns and bombs. Let's blow their collective Jihadi minds to smithereens. See if they survive that and if they do, then let's talk to them in plain human language. Until then, let's just return the fire. Let them know the consequences of playing f***ing hardball with us. Oh, so you think we can't play the game. Sure we can. Let's just decide on a place away from the civilization and then we will show you. We will come at you so strong, you ugly cowards will not even know what hit you.

It's because of you that the Muslims are being treated so badly all over the world. You have spoiled the name of Islam. If this continues, then the religion itself will be on the brink of extinction. Your mind is so filled with shit, your mental faculties cannot comprehend anything beyond Jihad, Guns & Bombs. You are the truest INFIDELS. You are that, because, Islam doesn't teach you to kill and that's exactly what you DON'T BELIEVE. So who are the INFIDELS, you dogs?

Oh I am so sorry doggies all over he world, for having these animals equated with you !!!!!!!!!!!

Copy of post at the Vidyanagar@Kamareddy Community in Orkut

Here's a copy of the topic i had initiated at one of the communities of Orkut called Vidyanagar@Kamareddy :



My Friends from VidyaNagar Colony, Kamareddy - I

Hello KMR.

I have a lot of childhood memories of this great place. I was brought up here. I still remember my friends. I am in contact with 3 of them. Sajid, Nitesh & Nitin Kanugenti. We used to play galli cricket till our elders used to scold us crazy!

Two more friends i remember are : Srujan and Krishna from the same colony. There was one guy who was senior to us called Ram Raju who used to live beside our home. Then there were our 'goti' partners Ramesh and Ratnakar both brothers and both sons of some Police Officer (i don't seem to remember now, it's been a good 20 years!!). Ramesh was the elder of the brothers and we paired for our goti games! We won a lot of the them. Then we used to play Gilli-Danda and Cricket in an open space called 'ground'. Now the ground has been covered with apartment buildings.

Then there was Javed who, i hear, still lives in the same house. Some consistency!! This guy was a great Break-Dancer of our times! There was Rustom, whom i still try to maintain contact by visiting his home. Rustom's brothers were Musa & Irfan. Rustom and i went for a very late night movie once on Shivarati day. We got scolded badly. They used to arrange a 3rd show (after the 2nd show which usually begins at 10:30 pm) on a special days like Shivaratri and Jagne Ki Raat.

Rustom and i also used to go for fishing in the nearby 'Matthadi', a small pond on the outskirts of KMR. And when it rained heavily, we literally used to catch fish right on the streets of our colony!! Rustom used to throw the fishes in the well at his home. My fishes went inside small earthen box, which i kept on the terrace.

I had friends from my English Medium School (Vani Vidyalayamu - the old school near the Railway Station) until the 7th std (year 1990) namely in the order of : Abdul Hafeez (used to be my best buddy), Vishal Agrawal, Laxma Reddy (my brother's best friend), Venu Madahav Rao, Nagarjun Reddy, Rajashekar Reddy, Madhuri (the lone girl in our class).

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...........continued from Topic 1

From the 8th std till the 10th std which i did from Z.P.P.B.H.S (near the Post Office) here are my friends. Mohd.Sajid Hussein (my best buddy and also my brother's), Venu (the baniya), Gowrishanker (Venu's cuz, Sheik Ahmed (the hulk), Maruti (the hulk's tiny best friend), Vishnu Vardhan. We were all locals.

And now the non-locals, namely the Devenpalli & Lingampalli gang. Now, these two side-by-side hamlets are only 4 kilometers from KMR. The most sharpest of them and the lone competitor to us locals was Rajendra Prasad. Last time i heard, he took up a job as a teacher after finishing his Graduate studies. So there's one feather in his cap! Then there was Anjaneyulu (the small wiry guy,who always used to wear a monkey-cap, regardless to the weather outside. We always used to tease him saying he should ride his bicycle carefully for the winds were blowing at the speed of 2kms per hour!! Such was his tiny frame!) Rajendra always protected his tiny buddy from his hamlet. There was one Satyanarayana Goud whose family owned an arrack store. He used to befriend us locals. Then there was one K.Srinivas from a nearby hamlet (the name of which i do not recall now) who was a very quiet person.

We used to go to Devenpalli & Lingampalli to steal mangoes from the Mango orchards. It was great fun, and the fruits of the toil were always sweet!! We used to go to pick up Custard Apples (Sithaphal) in the other direction from KMR. We used bicycles for our trips! Now i can't even think of riding 2 kms!!

Oh it was such a wonderful life then! So many fond memories. Such bright and crispy days for holidaying! So many amazing places to go to! So many friends to make. So many adventures to experience. So much peace to drown in! I could go on!! Hopefully next time around.

So see ya ..... if any one of the above mentioned friends read this, please contact me. It would be nice to meet old friends again!!

Bye

Rajesh Pandharpurkar
Hyderabad

BLOGGING FROM THE MOBILE - ON WAY TO KAMAREDDY BY A TRAIN

People living in abject poverty, people struggling to earn a decent square meal per day. I see their clothes strung on a rope. Whites have turned into pale yellows. Perhaps it's the sweat of the hard working person. Tiny holes in them. Images like these haunt you. and the feeling of utter helplessness tortures the mind even more. it's times like these when your faith in the almighty goes for a toss. not that you are an aethist, but you wish once, just once you had the power of GOD. You would show Him how you'd punish the guilty and reward the just. really, why does not He do what is expected of Him. are we asking too much? come on, we are merely asking that the sinners be rewarded with appropriate punishment. is this too much. of course, He knows it isn't so. so one thing is established. we know that God knows. so who's stopping Him? why wait until Judgement day or end of Kalyug. how can He see his faithful suffer at the hands of such monsters. the corrupt politicians, the bane of this country, how's it that their wealth graph goes only one way. up. where do the efforts of the law abiding common man go? to a meaningless waste? why the inequality? why the suffering? i know God created this world and the man 'made' it into what it is today. agreed. but he's supposed to have powers, right? why not use'em ? if there was ever a time to use powers, then it is now. what is he waiting for? some sort of sign? if it is a sign if wants, then take a look down. He'll find many. it's a sign when the lust filled bastards rape a defenceless girl, woman and a child. a child for god's sake!! how horrible can one get. it's a sign, when old people get robbed of their only possessions. and get killed if they resist. it's a sign dear God, because the old resisted for they do not know who to depend on, as their infidel children have thrown them out. injustice and sin has consumed your world God. come down and cleanse it. get rid of these filthy rouges and foul atmosphere. your faithful are choking for some justice, some equality, some peace. IT'S TIME, GOD. BLOODY TIME.

Mobile technology to your rescue in a boring wedding function!!

I am here at a friend's sister's wedding. And i came alone!! pretty strong basis for a damn boring begining!! I congratulate my friend and wait by way of sitting on a plastic chair. people come and go past me, yet not a single face is registered in the database of my mind. you know it takes guts of steel to even 'think' of attending the function much less actually going there!! Suddenly the friend's brother invites me to the reception area where dinner is served. i protest saying, i haven't even met the newly weds!! more later......

Well, nothing to write really! At least as i am writing this! Let's see what the depths of this mind brew up as i go along. 

Firstly, this has been a very cold, sad and a dull day. I woke up at 5 AM. A chilly draft of air greeted me when i opened the doors. It was so cold, i cancelled even the idea of doing 'Pranayams'. A fairly simple breathing excercise. Heard it makes your life & health better. You sit in a meditating posture, inhale through one nostril, while closing the other with your finger. Keep inhaling until you feel like your lungs are full, hold the breath for a few seconds, and exhale through the other nostril, while keeping the former closed with your finger. Keep on repeating this for atleast 15 minutes. It clears the airways inside your lungs. And it also increases the lung capacity to hold air. The more your lungs can accomodate, the more you can breathe. And the more you breathe, the more Oxygen your body gets supplied. More Oxygen means good health.

As the reader might have already noticed my usuage of the word 'sad' in the previous paragraph, i now wish to throw more light on it. Later in the day i got to know the passing away of a cousin of mine. He had been ill for a long time now. There were a series of operations performed on him in the begining. It seems to have left the body ravaged. It repulsed and rejected each operation and complicated the whole situation. Finally, the advancements in the medical field kept him alive for a brief period of time, before the doctors gave up. The family was advised to take him back home, for the good doctors realized the futileness of continuing the treatement. After all, even a doctor cannot help when the body decides to give up. And so on the way, as he was being taken to his hometown after passing the city, his soul finally decided to remove itself from the devasted body.

All of 55 years he was !  He was the only son of my eldest aunty, who too had departed for Heaven a long time back........

Brought my self up-to-date with the latest post on the Big B's blog. What a truly remarkable human he is! If only our politicians had even an iota of the humanity this great man has, India and its people would have benefited greatly. I use the term 'iota' intentionally, because there are so many politicians and collectively the 'iotas' from these opportunists (leave a small group of 'em) would form a great sea of humanity, quite literally !! Also because, the rulers of this great country neither have the heart nor have the capability of having any more than an 'IOTA' of 'Humanity' .

I sign off with a very uncertain mind about the times to come.

Rajesh G Pandharpurkar

A Sad Day! :(

Such is life ..... just when you begin to think that all is well with the world, something terrible happens the very next moment.

Oct 11th will be remembered as such an example.

Amitabh Bachchan's birthday, and his fans on his blog want to give him a special treat by waking up the whole night on Oct 1oth and waiting for that special moment when the clock strikes 12, and when 10th passes into 11th. The blog members clamor & jostle with each other(on the Internet ether!) to be the "1st" to wish the Big B, to be the 1st on the Comments list. For many, the top-position on Mr. Bachchan's blog has become the sole reason to live!

The next morning the TV screens all across India are splashed with the news channel coverage of Mr. Bachchan's trip to the Nanavati & Leelavati Hosptal, in an ambulance! 'The stomach pain is back', the loyal fans shudder, with the lucid reminiscence of the past trouble the Big B has had with his stomach. Pundits are given prime time spots on the news channel to let the audience know under which "dasha" are Mr. Bachchan's astrological planets.

Amidst all the media frenzy, a small group of fans, who shun the publicity, are silently praying for the Big B's return to normal health. Among several of them is the author of this blog : ' your's truly' . Here's wishing AB Sr. the longest and healthiest life possible. May God bless him!

Miracle - Amitabh Bachchan replies!!!!!

As most of you already know, i have been regularly following Big B's blog. I read his blogs not for his celebrity status, but for reasons which make him such a warm-hearted, down-to-earth, humane person. This great man has got no egos at all, no airs. He's the true son of the soil. Quite literally!! Absolutely down-to-earth

Well, the reason why i am so happy is that right now i feel privileged and honored by this great man himself!! Feeling more than a Zillion Dollars $$. Wondering how? Well, here 's the reason! God, i am so excited and honored! Can't wait to tell folks back home! They'd turn green with envy!!

Mr. Bachchan cared to REPLY (search for Rajesh G Pandharpurkar, once you click this link!).......did u hear? REPLY!!! HE replied to the comment i left on his blog!!!! Incredible!!

Can u imagine, the great Mr. Bachchan taking time to read this!! His mind probably registered the name Rajesh G Pandharpurkar from Hyderabad, while reading this!!!!! Well, for that fraction of a second while his mind registered my name, for that particular instant, Mr Bachchan might have thought 'Hmm...nice comment, Mr. Rajesh...let me respond in kind' .....................for that instant when he thought about this nobody, i thank GOD tremendously. How lucky can a person get???!!!

I suddenly feel that i somehow have some sort of connection with him now!!

So people, here i am posting the image of that response. Enjoy and turn green!!!!

Moving Away - With a Heavy Heart!

Yes! It's with a heavy heart that i announce to the world, that finally the time has come for me to move away from my family of 32 years.

In the western civilization, this event would not have drawn much attention, leave alone a lot a of publicity (negative, if i may say so!). Back there in the western culture, a young man of 18-20 years is looked down upon if he were still to continue staying with his parents. 'Momma's boy', most would call him without batting an eye-lid! Whereas on the other side of the world, namely India, a man would generally end up spending the rest of his life with his parents. Slowly he takes over the mantle of head of the family, as his parents get old. He'd probably marry off his children and get old himself, but he continues the age old Indian tradition of 'living-with-parents'. Living 'seperately' is still considered a taboo matter to discuss! Young daughter-in-laws who marry into the family, are accused of 'dividing' the family if she were caught even thinking about this topic, leave alone expressing her X-generation laced 'independent' thoughts.

I, for one, am of the thought that the parents should let go of their children from under their protective wings. Let them fly, when they are ready. Let them create their own personality, own identity. So what if their beloved children face obstacles while trying to set up their own families? Sure they will stumble, but with all the valuable lessons you have taught them, it won't be long before they get up again and continue this journey. Parents must have confidence in their own blood! After all, they are always there, if things don't exactly go according to their children's brave plans.

I think the time has come for our generation to break free from the shackles of this kind of stereotyped thinking. Sure a lot of elders would disagree on the pretex of preserving 'Cultural Values', 'Family traditions' et al. They are right in their own way, of course. I am not against the idea of living in a joint family like the proverbial family man, discussed in the above sentences. What i merely want to point out is, when there's a difference in opinion between any two of the family members, and despite the best efforts of both the parties to come to a conclusion peacefully, i think the time then has come, sadly, to find a way to keep both of them from coming into each other's way and cause more friction. Simply that! And yes, this may look very simple to the reader, but i am sure, given the Indian Family living conditions, he may show some understanding here. After all, who does not wish for peace of mind? And to what extent does one have the capacity to take it all?? One or the other day, the dam will burst open and take down everything in its swell.

Well, so much for getting sentimental. I am in no way justifying my decision here. I merely am telling you all what my thoughts are at this troubled moment. Much to the contrary of what many elders may think, this has got nothing to do with my wife. It's ME all the way.

Moving away is not that easy. You will have to plan about so many things. So many important things i.e. The financial feasibility, security for the family, surrounding atmosphere of the new dwelling, neighbors, proximity of grocery and convenience stores, proximity to your near and dear ones, transport facility, etc are just mere drops in ocean. Plans for many unforeseen events that might catch you unprepared, take the rest of your 'worrying' time.

The most worrying factor is the social stigma. Suddenly, you are seen in a different light. 'Ah, after all his parents have done for him, he pays them back with this...' becomes the headline news every other morning! Some would even boycott you altogether! The shame of it!! I can say this with confidence as i had witnessed the same treatement being meted out to one poor fellow among my relatives.

I am not scared of the above as i already have come to terms with the ways of society. The more quickly you 'accept' things, the more energy you can funnel towards other constructive things in life.

For me, moving away from the family - mutually, mind you - is only a mere inconvenience which can be repaired with time. After all, time is the greatest healer. So any hurt feelings, like everything else in life, are temporary and will be soothed. I treat this as nothing more than the 'physical-distance' between the two families. I am sure, even arrogantly confident, that everything else, the ties, the bonds, the love, the care......WILL always remain the same.

Of course, opinions differ! And so, my brother thinks otherwise. But i assure him too. He says he has nothing more to add to this and he'll go with my decision.

So here i am amigos, all set to embark on this journey. A journey, not without obstacles, but also not without any lack of willpower, confidence and a dogged sense of purpose.

I sign off, not sure when i'd be back to blogging with y'all. I leave you with a beautiful quote :

"It seldom happens that a man changes his life through his habitual reasoning. No matter how fully he may sense the new plans and aims revealed to him by reason, he continues to plod along in old paths until his life becomes frustrating and unbearable, he finally makes the change only when his usual life can no longer be tolerated." ---Leo Tolstoy

Hullo there darlings!..................

No, no, i am i am NOT Karan Johar and neither am i an acquaintance of him. The 'darlings' was a mere attempt to spice up this otherwise dull blog!! So that should allay all your fears that your's truly has found a new fascination of being gay! Hey, wait a minute, don't let dirty thoughts enter your mind. I was merely using one of the synonyms for the term 'merry' !

So there we are. Wassup you occasional visitors of my blog - namely one person, Kedar Madhekar. Encouraged by a comment left by the afore mentioned species, i thought of informing you all that i am in the process of digitizing some more of my poems and quite a few articles written by myself (of course!). This thought came up when one fine lazy day i began thinking in the direction of showcasing my 'talents' ! Did i hear someone laugh?! Fine!

So as they say: Ready or not here i come!

Musings : My Poetic Disclosures.

Warning : Reader Discretion is advised as the below text contains some not-so poetic looking poems!!!!!

Authors Note :

I have tried my hand at poetry and have come to a conclusion that i make a pathetic poet!!! The word 'poet' when attached next to my name itself causes untold misery to all the 'real' poets of the world!! Shelly, Wordsworth and Co. please excuse this horrible offense!!

So with apologies to the literary world, here i present you with some of my musings! The musings start randomly, in other words, not chronologically. That itself tells you how aimless and unsystematic my literary endeavors have been. To guide the reader/peruser properly as to the when these musings have come into existence, i have provided the dates (whenever available) right above the poems. That itself shall absolve me from all the brick-bats i receive. You see, they say that your thought process matures along with you. So a bland looking musing shall rightly be attributed to my innocence and the outlook towards life i had then. And just like our good ol' ancient liquid, namely Wine, matures, so do the cerebral juices and thence the resultant thoughts.

The reader is well advised to peruse these outpourings as mere thoughts of the creator.

Due apologies....
Rajesh G Pandharpurkar


[Year: 1995]

FAT

People call me Fat!
And they tease me whenever I bat!

When I walk down the street
People stare at me,

As if they hadn’t seen a guy,
Fatter than me!

Tears trickle down my cheek when,
My mom calls Pop to come to her side,
To balance the room,
When I’m on the other side!

My friends don’t care me,
Even my friend’s dog paws at me!

I am insulted wherever I go
That’s why, to the parties,
I never go!!


-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations

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[17-May 1994 : Tuesday]

Of “Guns” and “Hens”


Can’t you see my son?
It’s impossible to make soup with chicken,
When the hen is on the run!!

Aw! Come on my son!
Here!! Have yourselves a bun!
Until I catch the hen on the run!

And don’t forget to toss me back my gun,
For I’m goin’ to catch the hen on the run
Even under the hot sun!!

-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations

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[26-December-1993]

“JOEY”

Joey was his name,
Sheer innocence was his fame.
Courageous was he to his parents,
Face his enemy, he daren’t!

He had on his face, a pimple.
He was nothing, just, but simple.
He could not even groom his hair,
To look good enough to go to the fair!

He’d spend all his money,
Only to get a drop of honey!

He hadn’t even a match-stick to ignite,
To make a hot cup of tea.
But he had enough guests to invite
To a hot, hot party.

He used to think, to build a bridge on the sea,
By throwing fistfuls of sand in the sea.

A soft-corner in his heart, he always had.
A jealous bone in his body, he never had.

His jokes to be told were numerous.
And of course, he a little bit humorous.
Day by day his jokes slowly passed across the bay.

There was not a corner in the world ,
where his jokes were not told.

Now, even as he became old,
His jokes were always measured in gold!

And at last, when he died, even his bitter enemies cried!!

The people would say :
Joey was a man with a pimple, nothing just but, simple!!

-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations


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[16-December-1994 : Friday]

FASHION

I hadn’t even the foggiest notion,
That one day this world would be ruled
By this craziest thing called “fashion”

Gone are the days of “Namaste Ji”,
Here in this age they say, “Long time, no see” !!

“I’d look damn good,” they brag,
In this insipid thing, I discern as a ‘torn-rag’ !

They vouch they’d be the cynosure in the Jeans called, ‘Lee Cooper’.
And they almost drown themselves in the perfume, Baccarose’s ‘Copper’.

These kids!!! They zoom in a Maruti Van,
And they consider themselves a Macho,
If they ever happen to possess a ‘Ray-Ban’!

Someone talk some sense into these kids
That these are just transitory trend-setters
And that they will, one day, fade away
As the time, into the past, slips away!

-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations

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[2-February-1995 : Thursday]

NEIGHBOR

I woke up in my sleep
To find myself in the well of thoughts : deep!

My endeavors to stay afloat
proved futile,
For I was being sucked into the
darkness of eternity all the while.

Some alien beings dragged
me into further darkness

All I could make of them was
Two pairs of treacherous, burning eyes
And an excellent example of dumbness.

I, now, stood in the center of the room
Where there were more fiercer eyes and
The air damp with doom!!

Those scornful eyes, now shifted their vision to their chieftain,
Who snapped orders to them to become more sane.

His Highness accused me of malice and enmity towards my neighbor
And consequently no beatitude, on me, did I incur.

I was sentenced to three hours of frying in the hot bubbling oil
And perpetual grinding in the grinding stone!!!

And then suddenly I woke up again.
This time, with a deep moan
which echoed within my each and every bone!!

My jubilation was of because that I suffered no harm!!

And the next day I was with my neighbor,
Arm in arm,
Both equally quiet and equally calm!!

-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations

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[1995]

Close To Paradise

Whenever the Sun rises from the far east
And sets in the deep west,
I think I am close to Paradise!

When the birds chirp and the cuckoos sing,
I think I am close to Paradise.

When I feel the coldness from the moon,
My eyes close instantly and I slip into cheerful dreams and then,
I think I am close to Paradise!

These thoughts drag me into the depths of
Heaven’s fantasies, consoling my hurt soul.

It makes me feel so light!!
Oh so light!!
That I could fly!!

But then suddenly something dreadful happens,
The axe of hatred and vice snaps the rope of virtue and goodwill
And then I begin to wonder :

“was it a dream?? Or was I just close to Paradise!!”

-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations

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[27-October-1995 : Friday]

WINTER

Ah! The season of winter,
How beautiful,
How serene!!

My soul never before seemed pleased
Even when I viewed , the moon in full
or the lustrous country-side’s pleasant scene!!

The dawn wakes me up
With the bird’s melodious songs.
The fresh morning air fill my lungs up,
And I yearn to hear the distant sound of temple-gongs!

I thank thee my lord
For making this Winter delightful;
I pray to thee almighty
To make this season last for eternity!!
So that I could relish its beauty
To my heart’s full!!

The eagles soar high up in the spotless blue sky,
With an intention to embrace it.
But descend down with a regretful sigh;
As they remember that, this season, down there
Is the Heaven’s forgotten bit!!

As I sit by the fire-place
The epochs of my childhood reel down
With a tremendous pace.

I still can recall those juvenile days,
When I used to live by the country-side.




The foggy mornings were chilly
And the water in the ponds cold
But it bloomed as it always did,
The gracious white water-lily !!
Whose beauty, even the celestial gods would behold!!

The cat and the dog warmed themselves sitting by the fire-place
And there were absolutely no angry growls, no barks and no scratches!
Instead the dog put on a welcome look
And the cat gently purred
And they shared the same sleeping place!

When the natural enemies become bosom buddies,
We know,
‘Tis the season of gaiety,
‘Tis the season of non-enmity!

But when I wake up to reality,
I see everywhere, enmity, enmity, enmity!

When sworn enemies can forget their hostility,
Pray tell me why can’t we??!!!

Come, let’s join our hands together
With this heavenly season as a motivator
And make this earth a better place to live in;

Free from malice, free from selfishness,
free from cruelty and free from sin!!

‘Coz ‘tis the season of gaiety,
‘Tis the season of non-enmity!!


-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations


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LONE-HEART

One wintry night
I climbed atop the hill
To view the beautiful sight
Of my village seated at the foot of the hill.

Radiant lights from the myriad dwellings
Equaled the brilliance of a million stars
That lit up the sky that night!

My imaginations rose high up
And in reverence my heart slowed down
Its pace by a beat.
But the next moment, it sank down a bit,
For I realized how alone I was ;
Alone, alone!

If only someone lit up my life
Like the glittering stars in the sky,
Someone who’d say “…you are my life!”
Would this ever happen?? Sigh!!

I always linger by the side of the road,
Called ‘Life’, for someone to come by and say ‘Hi….!’
‘…Can I help you lessen down your load?’
But no one comes, no one came!
Life still is just the same!

I sometimes find myself eagerly looking forward for the day
When I’ll bade life a ‘Goodbye’!
Then I’d be up there in Heaven,
Playing a harp and a halo gracing my head,
While I relish a ride; cloud-driven!!
Alas! All this could happen only if I drop dead!!

I’m quite aware that these are mere fantasies,
Just like those fragile and delightful daisies,
For when its day arrives,
It turns pale, and falls lifeless to the ground…!!
Its former beauty forever ceases to thrive!

No one comes, no one came …..!!!!!!
Life still is just the same!!!

-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations

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An Ode to a Friend
[For SINI Menon**]

Tired of this wicked world
And unknown of my destination,
When I first knocked on your friendship’s door;
I knew not what I had for me in store.

But when you threw open the door,
My eyes – which until then had only seen cruelty and atrocity –
Saw inside a paradise of happiness and joy,
That seemed to stretch itself beyond the points of eternity.

You were the anchor that held me in my sorrow’s sea.
You were always there to offer your shoulder for me to cry.

But then, I realized, very, very late
That you are the inviting colorful horizon;
The more I tried to come closer to it,
The more farther it seemed to move away from me!!

True to my fears, now you ask me to forget you…….
But pray tell me , how can I ??

-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations

** This is, or rather, was the name of my dearest (pen)friend
who in a brief period of time had taught me all the
important nitty-gritties of life. Our friendship lasted a good
period of over 2 years, after which she just got away. She was
dignified in that she notified me of her inability to
continue the correspondence anymore. All I can say is that I have
learnt a LOT about this life from her. And that I can never forget her
advise.

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[11-June-1997 : Friday]


PANACEA

Come let’s go and find a fortune,
It lies behind the range of those green hills.
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
For then we could lead a merry-full life, filled with all the frills.

Come let’s go and find a fortune,
Only then the society will reserve a seat of honor for you.
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
Otherwise the same people will never even think
twice before they dump you!!

Come let’s go and find a fortune,
For it’s an indispensable asset of one’s life;
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
And only then we can lead a life without constant strife.

Come let’s go and find a fortune,
It’s the only available remedy for the man’s pain;
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
For then, I bet, life will never be the same again!!

Come let’s go and find a fortune,
It is said to be buried where the magnificent rainbow ends;
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
For on it, a man’s life very much depends!!

-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations

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[1996]

A Dying Flower


Is he the son of my love;
Or is he the sin of my love?

Tell me, ye Gods!
Who’s he?

How can you say anything?
For you are too busy;
Writing the destinies of us mortals!

But I can swear that he’s mine!
My own flower, cultivated from the garden
Of meticulous care, patience and pain.

Those laborious long months of nine,
Saw me go through a lot of pain;
But I overcame the hurdle with perseverance.

And now when the flower has finally blossomed,
You are all set to destroy it!!

Answer me God!
How could you it?

What harm has this little child brought upon you?
The child, who didn’t even open his lotus like eyes,
To acquire the knowledge of conscience!
The child, innocent enough to be unaware of virtue and vice!

“YOU”, whom people think have a ocean like heart,
Would you let the child fade away just like that?
Won’t you at least let him feel the warmth of maternity ?

Or would you rather let him be perpetuated
By the long arms of eternity?

-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations

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