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Destiny.


The Star Dust reporter felt that the Man had a love-affair.
All is news for her that is fit to print for her magazine, the Star Dust.
The Star Dust magazine is the carrier of scandals and spicy news items.
The reporter caught the whiff of smell of love news in one of his following
quotes in his blog. She tried to get a story from him but she failed.
She kept all her options open. She is a veteran. She do not let go easily.

He met with a piece, one he had not dreamt of.
At a friend's villa in Manali he saw her.
It was at a family-supper that he attended.
He was not keen to go but his friend dragged him.
The place was the Military Cantonment Bungalows.
The host was the captain of the army.
She was the hostess.
There were no other women present except her.
The three trio were made to sit in the patio for drinks.
Then they entered the dining room.

She was slender, silken hair, the hair plucked back from
the natural hairline of the eye-brow as the fashion goes.
She moved with a delicate sensuousness, every slight rhythm of the
arm and shoulder and the leg as smooth as music.

It was pleasurable. She appeared to be one of those rare
creatures whose every breath was made for love.

Sketching her frame in her mind, he found a wholeness in her.
There was an undulant softness of manner, voice gesture, motion.

From the beauty of neck and shoulder and bosom, she was an
artist's imagination of painting her as the female-nude; not to love,
but to paint. She had much of her loveliness resembling a
Fairy lost her way from Heaven. Her face was rarest of rare.

She was unlike any woman he had ever seen.
He was all through out the dinner aware of her not merely
through his eyes but through every pore and part of his body.

Her presence in the room before she moved or said a word of mouth,
sent his blood pounding through his veins, shot his back and the
shoulders upwards, thrust his pelvic structure alive with new life.
In short, she was love in its ultimate form.

Her welcoming smile for him had encouraged him.
In fact she liked company of men-not any one in particular.
Her movement had a captivating grace and it was a delight to see.
Though an inner drum was pounding in his ears, he heard
the soft music of her voice that shocked him to intense awareness.

After dinner while the two others were involved in some serious talk,
his legs involuntarily moved in the inner room.
In spite of his protestations that he had no interest in the female form,
that he found no excitement worthy of painting, he could not tear
his eyes away from her bodice clothed in a fine woven silk which
accomplished the harrowing miracle of seeming to expose her breasts
while at the same time keeping them under cover.

The harder he looked, the less he could actually see, for he was confronted by
a masterpiece of the dressmaker's art, designed to excite and intrigue,
yet reveal nothing beyond a suspicion of white doves nestling.

She was amused at his interest in her.
She: "Are you an artist? "You look like one."
She: "A music-man?"
He: "I am a painter."
He: "I do off-hand landscapes."
She: "Will you paint me in your style?"
He: "You are already a painted picture of natural beauty."
He: "I have not the ability to reproduce your grace charm
and beauty by my brush."

They laughed together. They leaned towards each other.
He: "Will I see you again?"
She: "If the Captain invites you."
He: "Not otherwise?"
Her lips parted in a smile.
She: "Is it that you wish me to pose for you?"
She laughed heartily.
Her movements tightened the net over her bosom.
Once again, he found himself watching the lovely shapes beneath her bodice.

It was a nice evening.
That night he writhed in fever.
He found himself turning and twisting in an effort to bury his face
between her breasts, he realised what had happened to him.
He was incapable to stop the burrowing in the pillows.
He was hit with a Thunder Bolt.
The next day he passed her in the Market, the street of clothes and drapes
with an older woman. She was wearing a wreath of flower-garland
through her hair and moved in the crowded street with the same effortless ease
and comfort.
She bowed and smiled slightly and walked on leaving him
standing there rooted to the brick pavement.

That night when again he could not sleep, he began to write on a plain paper.

The Garland and the Girdle.

"What joy hath you glad wreath of flowers that is
 Around the shining hair so deftly twined,
 Each blossom pressing forward from behind,
 As though to be the first her brows to kiss,

 The livelong day her dress hath perfect bliss,
 That now reveals her breast, now seems to bind,
 And that fair woven net of gold refined
 Rests on her cheek and throat in happiness.

 Yet still more blissful seems to me the band,
 Gilt at the tips so sweetly doth its ring,
 And clasp the bosom that it serves to lace.

 Yes, and the belt to such as understand,
 Bound round her waist sayeth,
 "Here I would ever cling!"
 What would my arms do in that girdle's place?"

 He suspected that this was not the kind of sonnet that did justice to her,
 yet it cooled him down, and he returned to his bed and slept.

 A few days after, as luck would have it, he happened to be
 invited to the same place. She sat alone before the window
 involved in her own thoughts.
 He watched her face in the deem light, the features so fragile,
 yet with such implicit passion.

 She: "It is pleasant to talk to someone of my taste to talk to." she said.
 He: "You do not have friends?" he asked her.
 She: "Not any more, but I am happy the way the things are."
 He: "I don't know miss, but you seem to be out of my quarter."
 She: "Just what is your quarter, besides painting as you said once?"
 He: "Poetry." He tendered a soft smile.
 He: "It cost me two night's sleep before I could reduce it in writing."
 She: "You wrote a sonnet for me? For me only?"
 She: "Could I hear it?

 He flushed.
 He: "I will bring a copy sometime. You can read it in privacy."
 She: "Why are you so embarrassed?"
 She: "It is good to be desired by some one like you."
 She: "I take it as a compliment."

 He cast his eyes down. How could he confess that he was new to this sort of game!"
 "How could he explain the fires burning in his loins?"

 He looked up. He found her eyes on him. She had read his feelings.
 She put her hand in his, studied his flushed face. These moments of perception
 changed their relationship.

 She: "Have you ever been in love?"
 He: "........I have not been lucky."
 She: "Her body stirred in her gown causing a tremor."
 She: "We are two friends and like each other, why should not want each other?" 

 His feverish frame was no longer content to nestle his face between her breasts,
 now he was pulsating to enter all the way. He kept hearing her words over and over
 and again and again in the darkness of the place with an unbearable urgency.
 No sooner he reached home, he took out pen and paper to write scraps, phrases
 lines as they came tumbling into his head.

 "Kind to the World but to itself unkind,
 A worm is born, that dying noiselessly, 
 Despoils itself to clothe fair limbs and he,
 In its true worth by death alone divined,

 Oh, would that I might die for her to find,
 Raiment in my outworn mortality!
 That changing like the snake, I might be free,
 To cast the slough wherein I dwell confined!

 Nay were it mine, that shaggy fleece that stays, 
 Woven and wrought into a vestment fair,
 Around her beauteous bosom in such bliss,!

 Although the day she would clasp me, would I were
 The shoes that bear her burden! When the ways
 Were wet with rain, her feet I should then kiss!"

 After a few days he again visited the place. But he did not see her.
 The scene had changed. The captain's wife and children had arrived and the
 house was full of family humdrum and noise. But not her.
 Alarmed and afraid, he left abruptly under an excuse of being late and all that,
 His feet carried him swiftly up to the road to her villa. He did not know what he
 would do once he got there. What he would say how he would explain when some one
 of her family might open the gate for her. Trembling himself, he half walked,
 half ran up to the foothill road.

 The front gate was unbolted. He went to the front door, knocked again and again.
 Just as he was beginning to think that none was home, and that he had acted stupidly,
 the door opened a crack. She stood attired in a loose gown, her hair hanging down her back, without cosmetics or  jewels smelling of shampoo and her face looked to him
 more beautiful, her body more desirable because it was unornamented.

 He stepped inside the door. There was no sound in the house. She closed and bolted the door. Then they were in  a passionate embrace, their bodies merging knee to knee,
 breasts to chest, their mouths moist and sweet, glued and drinking each other's saliva,
 and their arms with the power of unquenchable vigour and urgency crushing each
 other in a total pulsating time and place embrace.

 She led him to her bedroom. She had nothing on beneath the robe.
 Her slender body, the red pointed breasts the grey Mount of Venus were
 as if his eyes had known them all along, a full female made for love.

 It was like penetrating into a wet valley of love which opened up to its full
 like a balloon opening up to receive him in an urgent welcome and he felt his thrust
 entering in a warm channel of bliss and happiness waiting eagerly to bathe him
 with her thin liquid surface, penetrating deeper and deeper until he reached
 the explosive climax and all of his fluid strength, love, passion, desire, got poured
 into her, made to love the hand of the true companion he felt proud for life,
 had responded likewise with equal vigour and eagerness to swallow each drop of his
 energy into her.


 "She is so lovely, when she laughs! When she looks with her eye-balls up in the sky, I am sure she is dazed of  me. She is such a darling and so good! She is happy and surprised that I am not a bit superficial as I look. She  must have grown to love me as a friend. That is enough for the time being. I have just jotted down whatever  came to my mind. I have the feeling that she and me share a secret. We look at each other only when mother is  not around. In mother's presence we do not know each other. If she looks at me with those eyes which wink and  laugh, a little light lights within me giving me happiness. I hope it remains like this forever. There must be  something she has guessed about me. She certainly can not love me as I appear. She does not know the inner  me. I doubt if she is able to look beyond and penetrate the concrete-armour I am wearing to project a different  self to the world. Will she ever reach there? It is said love often springs from pity. Will it happen? No I don't love  her. I only want to talk to her and pass my time. Mother thinks that she is in love with me. She also says that she  keeps on looking at me." " I am in a very difficult position. Mother is against me. She is against her. But I am  not against her. I don't know of her. But she closes her eyes not to see the silent battle between mother and me.  Luckily I am quite used to hiding my feelings. I manage myself well not to reveal my inner feelings about  anything to anyone. She does not understand us. We are happy just sitting together and not uttering a word.  When she lies with her arm under her head, as if sleeping, she looks like a child. When she plays with the pet,  she is lovely sight to see. When she plays the shots on the field, she looks full of stuff and energy."

 "When she is plucking the roses or running in the forest after the pet animals, then she is live. When she is so  awkward and clumsy with mother, she is a darling. Of the numberless steps to my heart perhaps she climbed one  or two."


 Today, She was alone.
 It was late evening.
 She had a hectic day at the Studio.
 She was on her chair making efforts to locate her message-board.
 She tried to decide what action to take about her personal affair.
 The breeze from the river-front coming through the open window was refreshing.
 As she rolled her chair here and there aimlessly not knowing what
 she wanted or what course of action she liked to take about her path in life,
 she sat still statue doing nothing in the end, her mind working in all sides in turmoil.

 It was hard to imagine a famous small screen-TV star, as she was, caught
 in such an embarrassing situation helplessly involved in future course of action about
 her life. Generally Mary the companion cum secretary used to be with her.
 Today she was detained at a social gathering and being alone gave her a
 chance to think about her personal course of action at the cross-roads of
 her career on the one side and her love for him on the other, and decide about her personal choice about them.

 Most girls experience such a stage in life after the age of puberty.
 She had not allowed physical demands to interfere with her progress
 in life. She had mercilessly killed her feelings dreams about love affection
 and all these things in pursuit of her profession. She had not experienced
 the mental agony and pain a girl feels when she sheds her childhood life
 and enters a stage of life, a damsel in demand by all and sundry and ultimately
 confronted to be a victim through the process of womanhood.

 After College days, after her performance in College-dramas and her
 bright record at the dance academy, Z-TV engaged her as their anchor
 interviewing famous Film-Stars and world dignitaries.
 She was the host of many popular serials and TV shows which were
 famous and rated as first class with five stars.

 Her charisma was so captivating that she had been nick-named as Venus, an incarnation of modern age Venus.
 She had never entered into the dirty lane of scandals to her name.
 She had remained normal healthy young damsel with no health problems
 like acne, weight-gain or any other disease and she was never at the mercy of the Fate.

 It appeared she was born as one of the luckiest persons on the Earth.
 Everything had come to her naturally without asking and in due course of time
 without any toil or tears.

 She had wonderful parents and a loving younger brother who worshipped her
 as an image of idol for him in his life. This encouraged her in every walk of life.
 They adored her beauty and did everything in their power to educate her Mind. 


It was during her studies in the college that she got acquainted with Him.
It happened the way it happens to all girls. No is no negative to a girl.
She never wanted to involve with any one emotionally or physically.
But it happened naturally and normally without her knowing that she
was in the midst of cross-roads tonight serious about making a choice
between him and her career and profession.

He had a manly and dominating personality.
He could not be called quite handsome.
He could not be called ugly or bad looking.
He was the best orator and a good student of human psychology.
During the rehearsals of the college-celebration function, she came in
touch with him during the rehearsals of the English Shakespearian one piece
of Merchant of Venice. Her role as Portia was a tough and demanding one. She had
immortalised herself in this difficult task for her memorable performance.
Ultimately it happened as it happens with everyone. She fell in love with him.
He was few years her older. He was the student's leader in the University and all other colleges in the university campus.

He was from the family class of teachers and professors who had devoted their life
in the field of education. The family had a name in the social circle as public workers.
Both got attracted to one another like a magnet attracts a pin. Their attraction was real.


After graduation and also a law degree, He had joined the law offices of Homi-Wadia & Sons. Here he gained experience and maturity about legal aspects of life. He worked very hard. He projected himself as an authority on the intricate subject of Human Relations and Family matters and family problems and disputes.

He also worked as an advisor and legal representative of film TV actors including her.

They were friends but whispering tongues poisoned the truth.
People said many things about him.
No one could say that he was not handsome.
He was tall slender and graceful.
He had a sort of an animal type of grace that attracted the ladies despite their unwillingness to involve in any relationship. He had a seductive youthfulness.
He was a flatterer. He had the inborn quality to make out tales after tales which the ladies liked to hear him narrate again and again.
He often wondered how people swallowed his crap, and how he managed to escape himself unchallenged. He simply had no idea.
It was luck or his instinct to make the right acquaintance at the right time, and make exit at the right time.
His gestures were calculated with mathematical precision and his every smile wink handshake were well rehearsed. He had the knack to find out the families who would be useful. She felt deep pity for him She saw him as a helpless captive in the hands of religion.
She also felt something else. She could not explain. It was an impulse but she experienced a physical need to touch him. This urge was so strong that when she spoke to him, She pat him on his hand or put her hand on his thigh etc.
Such innocent gestures very deeply kept him disturbed. Something really tangible happened. He had finished his routine work and was about to retire to his place.
She crossed the path and stood invitingly mocking.
She was absorbed in her game but at ease as she had seen him completing his outdoor job and returning on break for rest and lunch. She laid her hand on his shoulder dragging him near as if she intended to reveal a secret. He listened. Both, thereafter, with their hands entangled, departed towards his room on the top of the mansion. His hand came to rest on her shoulder. It moved down her back. She felt it went still deeper. She had a jittering of her body unknown to her. It came with an intensity which she never knew it was possible. It had lasted about a minute. It was total. It was so full and all-encompassing that it had an effect of an explosion she felt for all the time, she had lived and of all the years yet to be lived.
Now she was certain God existed. Now she could die without regret.

There are two tragedy in life.
One is not to get your Heart's desire.
The other one is to get the Heart's desire and feel still unhappy.
On his part, he was torn into two.
He was a victim of his own ego.
A life time of happiness, no man alive could bear it.
It would be Hell on Earth.


The local gossip paper reporter was after him to have a sensational story out of him.
He had evaded all his questions in a go to hell devil may care free attitude.
But the reporter had a smell of a scandal and was waiting to pounce on him.
News like squirrels run faster and faster once they are in black and white.
It is Star Dust reporter's job to print scandals and raise hell.
She exacted an interview with him which revealed some vague hints but nothing
substantial. Some progress was done but much more was required to be followed.
Man can climb to the highest summit but he can not dwell there long enough.
He thinks he is moral in the midst of an immoral circle of society in which we have to live. He has to deal with people whose business is over ladies to lean and flirt
and stare and simper in the name of shooting film shots for serials and luring teenage nymphets to do what generally they would not want to do.

An Interview.

Question. Hi long time no see?
My answer. Sort of.
Question. Where you been?
My answer. Moving.
Question. Did U find Valentine?
My answer. Sort of.
Question. In USA?
My answer. Here.
Question. Here? where?
My answer. Here.
Question. Where she live?
My answer. Here.
Question. Address.
My answer. Ashram.
Question. Ashram? U kidding.
My answer. Near Ashram.
Question. Which?
My answer. Near Bank.
Question. Bank where?
My answer. Bank there.
Question. More details.
My answer. Mehbuba's lane.
Question. Fixed?
My answer. Sort of.
Question. What is this sort of?
My answer. Sort of.
Question. Fix 100%?
My answer. Fix on my part.
Question. She agreed?
My answer. I don't know.
Question. Then how U say fix?
My answer. 50% fix.
Question. Now 50%?
My answer. 100% fix on my part.
Question. What of her?
My answer. I don't know.
Question. Really U got hit?
My answer. Like Thunderbolt hit.
Question. Both roamed together?
My answer. In dream.
Question. Then what U see?
My answer. A glimpse?
Question. That's all?
My answer. That's all.
Question. U settled in a glimpse?
My answer. Sort of.
Question. R U Crazy?
My answer. Mad very mad in love.

Question. But when you knew her?
My answer. Before years.
Question. Years?
My answer. Years.
Question. One?
My answer. No.
Question. Two?
My answer. No.
Question. Five?
My answer. No.
Question. Ten?
My answer. No.
Question. Twenty?
My answer. sort of.

Question. Where U spot her?
My answer. Here.
Question. Here where?
My answer. Here.
Question. Must be a place no?
My answer. It is a place.
Question. What place?
My answer. Old building.
Question. Old building where?
My answer. Old building here.
Question. On CG road?
My answer. Near to it. sort of.
Question. Is it a house?
My answer. Sort of.
Question. Is she living in it?
My answer. No.
Question. What she doing.?
My answer. Attending.
Question. What attending?
My answer. Attending her profession.
Question. Where was She?
My answer. In the big Hall.
Question. Big Hall?
My answer. Yes. Big Hall.
Question. What is big Hall?
My answer. Big hall is big Hall.
Question. Must be Sports Club.
My answer. No.
Question. No?
My answer. Yes. No.
Question. Dinesh Hall?
My answer. No.
Question. Premabhai Hall?
My answer. Big Hall.
Question. Let it pass.
My answer. U were almost there.

Question. What was she doing?
My answer. Sitting.
Question. Sitting where? On what?
My answer. Sitting.
Question. On chair?
My answer no.
Question. Sofa?
My answer. No.
Question. Then on what?
My answer. She was sitting.
Question. Yes, on ground.
My answer. No.
Question. Alright let it pass.
My answer. U were almost there.
Question. What were U doing?
My answer. I entered.
Question. What U did?
My answer. I found a vacant place.
Question. Where?
My answer. Besides her.
Question. Side by side?
My answer. No. sort of.
Question. No and sort of? What is this?
My answer. It is this.
Question. U sit on chair?
My answer. No.
Question. U standing?
My answer. No.
Question. Then U sitting where?
My answer. Near her.
Question. Side by side?
My answer. No.
Question. Behind her?
My answer. No.
Question. In front of her?
My answer. No.
Question. For God's sake, where?
My answer. Adjacent to her.
Question. Let it pass.
My answer. U were almost there.

Question. What U did?
My answer. I sat.
Question. What U were doing?
My answer. Attending. Listening.
Question. Then?
My answer. I side-glanced.
Question. Then?
My answer. I looked on my side.
Question when?
My answer. After a while.
Question. How long?
My answer. After I had settled.
Question. Then?
My answer. I saw a loveliest glimpse of face.
Question. Then?
My answer. Shocked and nervous I moved my head.
Question. Did she know?
My answer. Of course.
Question. U moved head, Where?
My answer. I looked straight.
Question. Straight where?
My answer. Straight there where I had to.
Question. Then?
My answer. Nervous, I again glanced at her feet.
Question. Then?
Question. Did she know?
My answer. Of course.
Question. What she do?
My answer. She moved her foot.
Question. Then?
My answer. I stared there.
Question. You made a pass?
My answer. Sort of
Question. Did she know?
My answer. Yes.
Question. Then?
My answer. She was shocked.
Question. Then?
My answer. She went red.
Question. Then?
My answer. She moved her foot.
Question. Then?
My answer. I stared and stared.
Question Then?
My answer. She showed her sandal.
Question. Then?
My answer. She raised her foot again and again.
Question. Then?
My answer. I stared at her lovely ankle.
Question. Then?
My answer. She removed sandal.
Question. How?
My answer. I don't know.
Question. Then?
My answer. I saw her bare foot.
Question. Then?
My answer. Pointed at sandal with her foot thumb.
Question. Then?
My answer. I did not understand.
Question. Then?
My answer. Again pointed at the sandal.
Question. Was it a message?
My answer. Yes. I did not know then.
Question. Then?
My answer. At first I did not follow.
Question. Then?
My answer. Light dawned in me.
Question. Then?
My answer. I withdrew.
Question. Then?
My answer. I sat still.
Question. Was she angry?
My answer. She had gone red.
Question Did she slap U?
My answer. She would have.
Question. What you mean?
My answer. She could not.
Question. Then?
My answer. I sat still. Statue.
Question. Then?
My answer. I was nervous.
Question. Then?
My answer. I listened.
Question. What she did?
My answer. She was listening attentively.
Question. Which is this place?
My answer. The Big Hall.
Question. Big Hall where?
My answer. In Old Building.
Question. What was time.
My answer. Morning.
Question. Cultural function in morning?
My answer. It was not cultural function.
Question. Then what was it?
My answer. It is attending.
Question. What was time?
My answer. 11.30.
Question. What you did?
My answer. I sat statue.
Question. How long?
My answer. Quite long.
Question. Was there audience?
My answer. It is attendance.
Question. How many?
My answer. Many.
Question. Ten?
My answer. No
Question. Then how many? Hundred?
My answer. Sort of.
Question. How long U sit statue?
My answer. Quite long.
Question. One hour?
My answer. No.
Question. Two?
My answer. Sort of.
Question. Let it pass.
My answer. U were almost there.
Question. Tell her name.
My answer. Anamika.
Question. Her Real Name.
My answer. It is all imagination.
Question. My God! All this Fiction?
My answer. As U like it.

 

Her thick, wavy, long black hair gracefully falls down
to her shoulders and encircles her oval-shaped face.
A golden suntan usually brings out her smooth,
clear complexion and high cheek bones.
Her slightly arched brown eyebrows highlight her emotions
by moving up and down as she reacts to her world around her.
Her large deep eyes, remind me of a lake on a stormy day.
Her curved nose gives her, a little girl's look that makes
me want to smile when she talks.
And her mouth is gift of Venus, a mouth outlined by thin lips
that she need not accentuates with glossy pink lipstick.
When she smiles, which is often, her well formed and even,
white teeth brighten up her whole face.
I guess you can tell that I am mad about her.
She is as beautiful as a Hollywood Star.

The reporter got a hint from one of his blogs that there was sure
a girl in his life. She was already on a look out for a story.
She who can does, and he who can not teaches.
The Golden rule is that there is no Golden Rule.
All is fit to be news which readers like to read.


Of course, she never denied any of it aloud,
Of course she never agreed to any of it in private.

What could he make for his love for her?
He was warned of the dangers of any romantic attachment.
This was his weakness.
He was ignoring the Advice.
He had come for attending a limited issue and go back.
As fate would have it, it lasted 18 years.

Quite simply put, the very sight of her, the very sound of her
made him change his resolution.

The way she moved, her happiness, her sorrow, all this,
made him love her.

The world was pleasant when she was with him.
He felt the food was delicious.
He did not feel the mid-day heat.
He felt the mid-day cool and enjoyable.

He had heard her voice this very morning.
He had phoned her that he was coming.
He had caught happiness in her voice on hearing this.
Of course she made no comments about it.
He had faith some day she would truly love her.

She was an exception.
She was perhaps the only woman on this earth
who dressed to try to down-play her beauty.
Not that she tried to look ugly but she came to
regard her beauty as dangerous for her profession.
She dressed pure and simple in ivory white.
She tried to identify herself with those hundreds of
miserable girls whom mother nature did not bestow beauty.

The suppressed grace, the beauty tried to escape from bondage
and revealed what really she actually contained in her.
More she concealed, more it was revealed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

INDIA IS ENCIRCLED IN TERRORISM ON ALL SIDES.

Bangladesh in the east, Dubai Afghanistan and Pakistan in the west, Nepal in the north and Ceylon in the south has been covered up by ISI network of terrorism to comer Indian subcontinent with regular bomb blasts and innocent shootings and destruction of important places of national importance in the country. The terrorists could enter the Red Fort in Delhi indicates that our security steps have to be redefined so as to be full proof and any lapse would be liable to be high handedly dealt with. The Cabinet and the elected leaders have to forget their ambitions and differences and have to unite themselves to fight against terrorism. The Ex Prime ministers and Ex Ministers has so much of interference that they have been indulged in anti-Governmental activities to justify their performance. They do not leave any opportunity to create atmosphere of split distrust and hatred for the incoming regime. The third front leaders are out to grab power by even foul means by toppling the present government before expiry of its tenure of five years. India was never an independent republic for the last thousand years. Jaichand Rathod called Aladdin Khilji to combat Prithviraj Chauhan. In Bengal Amichand brought the English to oust the Nawabs. No one has national interest at heart. The princely states that existed at time of Independence and were merged into India still hope to come back. They have been engaged into anti- national activities behind the back.

Daewood ISI JKLF and such other names are small flies. For example Nepal has been a staunch Hindu state. It has been cornered and forced to submit to ISI and other JKLF demands of establishing there headquarter and operate there from. These ISI etc have a powerful say in the affairs of the country and can topple the Governments there if it pleased. Nepal is a headstrong state. It would not bend to ISI or JKLF. It would do so if these agencies had blessings of China. Pakistan is also a stooge playing at the tune of master China. The book 'Pakistan Trap' gives much credit to Pakistan than what it deserved.

The ISI has turned out to have spread all over the world and can be termed as an international cadre unit. It has its headquarters in Islamabad Pakistan with 10 000

of the rank of senior Officers. ISI Operates into Kashmir and claims that Kashmir is already theirs. It is also affiliated to the Talibans in Afghanistan. It also works for L TTE with its branch headquarters in evalpattinam in Tamilnadu in India. The Bangladesh terrorist units like ULF A, NSCN, PLA are helped and supported under the banner of the IS!. It has its six major Terrorist units in Kashmir under the banner of ISI having

training facilities to 10 000 every year. The Mia community incumbents in Haryana have their relatives in Pakistan. These MIAs are deployed by the ISI to spread fear

and terror in our country. They are depicted with a rosy color of life in Pakistan and are induced to join the ISI network at attractive terms and conditions in the initial days.


 

In Kashmir parents of young boys around 18 to 22 are given 5000 to 20000, for allowing their children to join in IS!. Those who procure young fighters of the above age

. are paid similar amount as inducement or bonus amount. The newly recruited candidate is trained militarily in Kashmir or in Pakistan occupied Kashmir. It normally consists of rigorous training of30 days. They are given physical training as also religious fanatic training that it is a sacred war they are fighting and if caught they should not divulge any information to the officers of that country. After completion of such training they are monthly paid a stipend ofRs.800 PM. From this lot candidates for commando training are selected on the basis of merit and performance for further commando training at Rawalpindi Khoast and Manshera.

Hindus were oppressed for the last thousand years. They have forgotten their own identity. They have been victims of superstitions religious phobia and age old inferiority complex to obey to the rule and bear the insults to survive. If alive, we could do something was the advice mother tendered to her children. To keep alive at any cost of character courage and caliber was a word of wisdom passed on from lip to lip underground as an order from the elders made our people living eunuchs. We lost our qualities of warrior-ship bravery and battle worthy-ness. The non violence philosophy took away whatever warring instincts were left in us. It should not be forgotten that our cowardly character brought about our oppression at the hands of better ones and the rulers. In us were some feared warriors who were discouraged and asked to fall in line of religious beliefs and awaiting Lord Vishnu in new incarnation to clean the unhappiness and misfortunes of the nation. We became idle spectators of our own miseries and did not rise above to protect ourselves.

Our ancestors were feared warriors of glorious past, which we sang over and over but did not do anything further except to sing our glorious past. Our warriors became dreamers and ceased realists. We are a people of superior intellect well read and quick grasping and understanding. Intelligent and gay emotional hospitable soft forgiving fond of singing, cultural tendency literary artful good cooking and good businessmen, envious malicious and dirty minded diplomatic carrying on underground tunnel of hatred for the rulers and oppressors but had no courage to oppose it publicly.

We lived contrary to the principles of Aryans in bravery soldiery swordsman-ship and sportsmanship We are made up of all contradictions timidity degraded mystical because of our living under a succession of foreign rulers for the last more than a thousand years experiencing cruelty and exploitation at their hands. In-spite of all this India no doubt possessed a deep underlying fundamental unity far more profound than that produced by geographical isolation or political suzerainty.


 

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This unity transcended innumerable diversities of blood color language dress manners religion and sect. The diversity of different patterns of life was a source of real cultural and intellectual richness giving real strength to the unity of the country. Unity and diversity conflicting ideologies have been the problems of the day, which have made our life miserable. We are not prepared to forget our past. We want to live in its glory. We are bent hunchbacked by carrying the burden of our past. Let us forget it. It is in the interest of us all. It was not as glorious as we profess. Many compromises were made. National consciousness and self-reliance are our motto.

There has been a many-fold attack on our country on all fronts in all forms to destroy us from territory geographical point of view, militarily monetarily and by inflicting natural catastrophes on us by inter quarrelling among each other within the country between rich and the poor, caste creed religion in name of temple cow mosque etc. The ultimate aim is to destroy us as a nation. Let us see how long we can withstand this new type of war imposed on us.

It was after 1982 ASIAD Games that we were allowed to import Color TV s. Till then we were happy with black and white ones seeing Family planning programs.

The Government owned TV Studios were dull and boring. It was the plight of Telephones. These were monopoly items. The facilities were meant for the higher class and officers and political leaders. In New Delhi for a car telephone the communications minister obliged only a few of his party people for installing a car telephone. Mobile phones cell-phones were unheard of. Computers were talked about but no body knew its utility. It all started with the Theories of Co-operative Farming and decentralization

of powers to the lower formations. It was an attempt to spread the party roots from top to bottom. Public Sector undertakings were created to accommodate friends and relatives of political workers at the Central level and at the State level. In the matter of motor vehicles monopoly was in the hands of Hindus tan Motors with its Ambassador car meant for Government departments. Fiat cars Vespa scooters were items of monopoly for a few. It was only after 1985 that Maruti cars changed the scenario.

Textile Mills had a huge over-head burden of high expenses of company executives and mill-management who indulged into illicit commission in purchases of raw materials at all levels. The fabrics were sold first to a single party who played role of a middleman taking sizable profit and reselling the same to other wholesale sellers. In dairies in the name of milk for the people all sorts of mal activities were undertaken. Electrical goods like tube lights fans electric motors submersible pumps oil engines, our over heads were three times

                              higher than what they would normally have cost the manufacturers. In agriculture

also there was a class of middlemen who had captured the essential commodities. Profit was the only motto.


 

 

 

At the back of everything there were political leaders responsible for encouraging the farmers to sell their products at higher prices. Day to day food items like onions potatoes garlic spices went under ground creating an artificial shortage in the country with the result that their prices shot up three to four times higher than the normal prices on account of its shortage. In the matter of metals maximum profit was gathered at the hands of middlemen.

In precious metals like gold etc, smuggling was a very lucrative business with the result that within 50 years a class of thousands involved in this business came into existence living on income from smuggling. Diamond polishing is prohibited in all other countries in the world. They were imported in India and a class of diamonds polishers was born consisting of hundreds of thousands surviving on this business. Railways Posts and Telegraphs Air India Indian Airlines LIC Banks and all other Government departments semi Government departments Municipalities Panchayats Road Building departments, Construction Groups joined hands and made millions with commission in every contract and low quality of work. Police Politicians nexus encouraged crime gangsters smugglers and terrorists and had a hay day. There was no grip over administration. China forced the Indian Government to resume trade relations. It dumped into India electrical, electronic goods, garlic, onions vegetables toys and many other items of day to day use. Norway dumped milk and dairy products at half the Indian rates. This has opened eyes of the local manufacturers. This has made them realize that they have to go a long way to stand in competition with real trading nations.

The thing is that we got our freedom for free without shedding much blood and suffered less than what other nations did. For example the Jews. One Crore forty Lac Jews were massacred during the Second World War. Then they got Israel. We have not seen what atrocities mean. English were soft hearted in comparison to other regimes of the world.

What Europe has seen, what America has suffered to gain independence would make our blood freeze on hearing their stories. The fights the Americans had to undergo to win every foot of land in America are before our eyes. The English Spanish, Canada, Portugal were tough opponents. The Original aboriginal was made a stooge and how George Washington and his successors have achieved the lands is very tragic history. Every President of the USA right after Washington did his best to expand territories of USA. Enough blood has been shed for this. For this ferocious battles were required to be fought. Paying them the bargained sum purchased some states like Texas Alaska.


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I feel frustrated because now there is at this advanced age nothing more that I can do. All my life's labor has come to a big zero. All my efforts have gone fruitless. The wrong doers have gained name and are in high places wielding enough power in their hands. There is nothing like collective guilt. It is always individual or a misguided group but never a nation. All can not be bad for the fault of a few in the nation. To generalize this and blame a partiCular community is also a wrong analysis. Many a times I have cursed the Almighty for being a dumb spectator and not destroying the evil doers; why the Lord did not strike them down their every man woman children and chattel and everything that they had including their houses villages town cities and the country at large to be destroyed in one sway of a big earthquake.

His Almighty had not come to my rescue in the hour of the need and I hated Him too; that He had allowed me to be deserted and I was in a false notion of assurance of His security to me in the hour of the need; we being his worshippers and daily offering him our prayers for safety security and prosperity of our family. I now say that you do not exist. You are a Made up story to keep people in false hope of your protection. You Exist in Fairy Tales and not in actual life. I hated the trees the forests the animals and everything. But with the passing of the years, after a heart surgery and heart-valve transplant, I think I have come back to God. I ask for forgiveness for my bad decisions. I now love this world the trees the animals the nature the scenarios the mountains the rivers and the lakes and the beauty of the morning Sun. I have understood Life. I now realize that to understand is to forgive everything when we understand the people their greed their lust for power and money. One can forgive. One can not forget. One remembers. There are some whose crimes surpass all comprehension and there fore to forgive them is a folly. They are still with us. Walking with us; working with us, smiling with us shaking hands with us. This is true failure. But as time passes all is forgotten. I myself have made amends and I love Him as before. I believe in his justice. I was too small to understand his comprehension and caliber to run the administration of this vast Universe meticulously and with precision accuracy. Long Live His Almighty. Forgive me for my small mindedness to abuse you for which you shall pardon me as Mother pardons her Child.


 

 

 

 

A STITCH IN TIME WOULD HAVE SAVED NINE.

We have to be alanned by seeing rapid development of China's too fast nuclear capability. This is not a development done in a day. It dates back to preparations of at least 20 years. When we were shouting Hindi Chin Bah at the top of our voice it was engaged in this aspect also. We have been caught sleeping once again. Our leaders can not be allowed to escape of their negligence. Reports indicate that it has achieved capability to possess Atom bombs as early as 1964. The Super Powers have been responsible also in allowing China to be a world super power. The so called big could not infiltrate to sabotage or blockaded this country by way of air-attacks on these developments in the guise of China's invasion of Taiwan and should have taken a tacit -

Nuclear attack to destroy experts and bombing equipment available with that country if direct force use would have been not advisable in view of international opinion on such attacks. At least the world powers should have been unanimous in co-operating with the other block in bringing pressure by way of diplomatic pressure by offering the China economic assistance as to attract it to forego to develop and. pursue their nuclear program. They were content with the belief that China's nuclear capacity would never be great enough to pose a threat interests of the world powers and that the Chinese would never resort to recklessness in its use in a given situation. Air attacks on Chinese nuclear sites to destroy the man-power and material used for atomic purposes was not undertaken for fear of violent reaction from that country for which the world will have to pay a heavy price which future would only confirm.

Could I have you forever? Combating nuclear expansion