'Six Suspects'

To help a friend for a project about how great this nation of Bharat was, is and still can be in future, I was searching for some images about India when I fell into a deep, dark and stinking gorge of a blog about India which contained nothing positive but only filth, sorrow, suffering, poverty, crime, backwardness, uncertainty, insecurities, evils, fears, hate and venom for India. That person titled "Zillion reasons to escape from India" to his/her blog and has totally dedicated his life to magnify every evil of India in his words. Spending very few minutes on those pages literally were like spending that much time in a hell for me. These are the people who can never find a tiny good thing about their country or could lift a finger to rectify a problem but would do their best to bring that weakness in front of the lousy spectators of entire world with the royal bash of orchestration. I don't know what do these people gain from such shameless self exposure but certainly few people do make money out of it and one of them is Mr. Vikas Swarup.

Six Suspects by Vikas Swarup is not very different from his 'very famous' novel Q&A. This Q&A is the same novel which gave a very proud new name to Indians, that is "Slumdog". I agree that every creative writer, poet or artist always tries to bring untouched, unseen and under the current subjects to his or her creativity but according to my knowledge Swarup has written only two novels and both are about the so called pathetic state of India. I think he have learnt the mantra of selling in global market where movies like Lagaan loses the rat race of Oscar and movies like Slumdog Millionaire bags all the awards.

Six Suspects is a twisted story of Jassica Lal murder case where accused is a spoiled son of a wealthy corrupt politician and both father son duo manipulates law accordingly to their will and gain. That son "Vicky Rai" in this story is murdered in the celebration party of his acquittal from this murder and police arrest six persons from the party under suspicion. These six suspects include, a leading Indian actress who is cheated by her cousin, an American who is cheated by an Indian, a tribal who's tribe is cheated by their welfare officer, a retired diplomat who cheated his wife and then is now cheated by his keep, a slumdog youth who was cheated by his luck all his life and finally that corrupt politician who kept cheating innocent people till now and was cheated by his own son in the end. So the whole story is about corruption, deceit and backstabbing which obviously prevail ONLY in India and ONLY things which prevail in India according these kind of writers. Mr. Vikas Swarup is an Indian diplomat in Indian Foreign Services and I think he cannot serve India better than what he has done by his writings to paint Indian picture in front of this globe.

Some very highly educated, open minded, global viewing and let's-face-the-fact attitude people may stand with their views of justifying such 'bold' topics but I would prefer to stay illiterate than to enjoy and applause such indiscriminate oeuvre about my country which is not entirely true.

Pathey Kann !

Once an intellectual visited Akbar’s court and challenged all the ministers of Akbar to reveal his mother land. He was very intelligent, expert in all the cultures and was fluent in all the languages of India. Many of the ministers asked him various questions in different languages and dialects but he very conveniently answered all the queries in respective tones. His personality, appearance, way of dressing, speaking, color or postures could not help any of the Akbar’s minister to answer his question. But of course Birbal accepted the challenge and asked for a day’s time.

Next morning in the courthouse as the challenger was sitting annoyed and down faced, Birbal declared the native land of that person. Surprised and pleased by the correct answer, when Akbar asked Birbal how he could manage to get the answer, as usual Birbal told the court that in the early morning when the challenger was sleeping soundly in the guesthouse, he poured a bucket of chilled water on him. Challenger jumped in the shock and yelled in his mother tongue. It was so simple.

So whenever we are ‘ourselves’, we express in our mother tongue.

So now it happened and it happened without any prior planning. Since some time a feeling for expressing in our own Hindi was emerging inside. I have always of the view and felt that a person can be master of any language but when he expresses in his mother tongue he is most genuine, exact, able to express the real emotions of his heart. So that tiny movement in the waters of heart became a bigger wave and emerged as ‘Pathey Kann’.

I am not very regular in here at Praney’s Nivedan and I don’t know how much I could be at “Pathey Kann”, but when it’s done, it’s done. Who cares ?

Happy Birthday Blog

Around mid December last year, while I was searching the net for the poems of Sumitranandan Pant when I found myself on the pages of Manish’s blog. It was the first time when I read a blog. I think I spent a long time on his blog and some others chained with his pages. I found many thoughts of his similar to mine and I sent a mail to Manish congratulating him for his pages and he in return motivated me to start my own blog.

I never thought that I could write in not-so-bad way and could keep my pages updated regularly but today on 18^th December, I found myself on footsteps of completion of a year of blogging when I wrote my first post on the same day of last year.

It was and it is really a very surprising experience of blogging for me. Most amazingly, I had never thought of ever writing poems but here I found myself writing poems and writing so easily and regularly (Though I won’t say I am very good at writing). Finding new friends is another soothing factor of blogging.

Now when it is a year already, I do sadly feel that why didn’t I start my blog three or four years back (like when I visit & read another blogs pretty older than mine) when I was literally wasting time chatting or playing games whenever on the net. How come I never found myself at someone’s blog like of Manish’s? But it is as simple as we say, “Jab jab jo hona hai, tab tab woh hota hai”. Anyway I am enjoying maintaining my blog and I think I will keep enjoying for the times to come.

Something has went wrong here at Blogger, I cannot load my page from my laptop since so many days. Though I can publish a post or edit but I am unable to view my page.

Many of my friends can view my page with ease but may be not all. The best part is there is no one in the 'Blogger Help Desk' to help :(

Dunno when this gonna solve.