This blog is an urge to all of you not to let this raging fire die within the bleeding Indian heart but let your blood be the fuel to put this fire on rampage, to pacify the living hell which we are forced to see through our own eyes…And if the start is so abysmal then wonder what would be the end like…Let’s unleash this ignited courage within us and help it to get transformed into a rampaging fire through every possible way we can and lets unite together in blood, mass, voice & muscle to redefine the geographical boundary of this nation inside out, with the true spirit of oneness. This world has seen our burns enough, its time for them to see flaming us together in one candle – enlightening & empowering – killing darkness & destroying flies. Its the time to shimmer & shine together with this eternal flame.
It’s the time where opportunity should meet its preparation to save the soul of this nation being raped & butchered from the desperate hands of traitors – inside & outside. This is more than enough, it’s now or never ever never situation…..If today this flames dies down, then tomorrow there will surely be no phoenix ever rising again with its wings on fire…Perhaps the change has come to India as well and the now the verdict is - “Nation First.”
Come on India, open your eyes as the endless nights are over…see through the mist and identify the deed to be done…take a deep breath to feel the power surrounding this free air by the sacrifice of those sacred blood…get up from your comforting couch, face the reality and put the best foot forward in the interest of the nation… Keep your head high and look deep inside those eyes with character & confidence, ask questions – demand answers – slap a reply…don’t be afraid – be accountable and demand accountability… Don’t plead but command directions… Don’t stop at the complexities of problems but start focussing on the proximity of possible solutions…Don’t be ignorant, be responsible, don’t just be resilient, take responsibility – teach responsibility…Don’t be complacent but be alert, be agile and together stay alive…Dont just take hasty decisions in the madness of your wild emotions but take a firm stand with your emotional intelligence…Don’t surrender but fight till the very end, fight for a purpose – fight with a plan…Don’t give up but get up and give back…Don’t just pray but let’s do it and make it happen…
Come on India lets walk over this political & racial nation wide graveyard with one true spirit
“Spirit of India.”
I was killed holding the bells at the steps of mandirs, I was being made hostage when my eyes were closed and palms were joined together, I was blasted while I was on my knees, lost in my deep prayers, I was flamed when I was carrying my child to school, I was massacred along with many of all ages when I visited my ailing mother in the hospital, I was turned to bloody bullet holes when I was praying with my pregnant wife and 2 year old son at my home, sweet home…
After 1993 blasts I was the terrorized Indian, After Kandhar Assault I became the hapless & helpless Indian, After Gujarat & Mumbai Train Carnage I became the sacred but scared Indian who eventually discovered a substitute for Kashi’s Burning Ghats with in the speeding holy Indian rail. After Parliament Attack I became an international laughing stock who failed to sentenced its main accuse and now I became a shame in the hood of democracy where I am nourishing the same terrorist to fight next elections…….. Attack after attack I became the vulnerable & defenceless Indian who can not retrieve one Daud from Pakistan, Blast after blast I simply looked silently at the pride statue of the father of our nation and my son wondered whether one day he would also become a Man like me – crippled, powerless and exposed.
Attack after attack I have flapped my broken wings in despair to show the spirit of resilience – the spirit which time to time became the spirit of Mumbai, Spirit of Ajmer, Spirit of Delhi, Spirit of Bangalore, Spirit of Benaras, Spirit of Jaipur, Spirit of Hyderabad, Spirit of endless diversified but disjoint India…Alas it never became the spirit of India. Never ever it became the Spirit of Oneness…61 years of independence has passed just to scream silently in our ignorant ears that it never became the One Inclusive Voice of India. And blast after blast they kept on killing and we kept on praying with ignited candles and our many God’s chose to remain just a silent statue seeing our white lever guts and every existing militants realize that they don’t have to pay any price for killing me in my own land, in front of my own family — as my will to surrender over powered my will to survive. And the world counted that after Iraq we became the second most bombed nation this year.
Quite an international Feat this is! Something I should be proud of because I contributed immensely as I was busy…
Busy with my innovative ideas to bring one more technological change,
Busy with my leadership summits & yoga camps,
Busy with repaying credit card loans & filing income tax files,
Busy with sensex touching 21000 marks & Dhaniya equalling Rs 200 per kg,
Busy with counting Indian on Forbes List & headcounts of dead farmers,
Busy with applying for H1B visa & registering for a 2BHK flat in suburbs,
Busy with the development news of Nano & numbers of Weekly State lotto,
Busy with tennis elbow of Sachin & hair-do of Dhoni,
Busy with Plasma TV & pirated DVDs,
Busy with Roadies Auditions & Indian Idol Sms’
Busy with writing fake CV & bogus testimonies on Orkut,
Busy with cuddling dogs & abusing politicians,
Busy with celebrating festivals & calculating expenses,
Busy with listening radio traffic updates & violating road rules,
Busy with pole dancers, dance bars & dandia nights,
Busy with Kareena’s found new waistline & Aamir’s new avtaar,
Busy with gossiping in office & bitching outside,
Busy with family in Big Bazaar & Buddies in Multiplexes,
Busy with pleasures in Barista & pilgrimage in haridwar,
Busy with Page 3 scandals & Matrimonial trap,
Busy with charitable cause & calories loss,
Busy with CAT preparations & economic recession,
Busy with sugar scans & news paper scams,
Busy with Black heads & Black berry,
Busy with ugly stretch marks and cute I-pills,
Busy with fat Indian marriages & size zero calendars,
Busy with Multinational Goals & Switzerland dreams,
Busy with rising inflation & raining infidelity,
Busy with 50% Sales & 12% VAT,
Busy with Mobile Bills & Sleeping Pills,
Busy with GDP growth & hair loss,
Busy with discussing strategy of next India Vs Australia match,
Busy with traffic, power cuts, earthquakes, flood and draught,
Busy with bribing govt babus & cursing corruptions,
Busy with retirement plans & filter coffee on chess table
Busy with worrying about population & wearing condoms,
Busy with beating up bhaiyas & attacking churches
Busy with raping nuns & burning alive priests,
Busy with the endless narco test of a rebel Sadhvi,
Busy with watching reality shows & running away from the real
Basically I was busy …Busy throughout in my own world which never included my nation primarily. Next time when I say or hear “I love my country slogan” – I’ll think twice for being so drastically hypocritical about a nation whom I prioritize before my mother and which I term as pure as a mother’s womb. But honestly these all are inherited rich ideologies which only sounds great. The truth is now shivering naked in front of us and we just can’t run for cover. I might have been of great value to this nation being just an individual or a group of individuals but never ever never united together as one nation. If there were any short lived nationwide unity perhaps it never realized its true glory because we never “persisted” & “persevere” to bring a change and to sustain it — as I was busy, so damn busy. And now I am so scared.
The fact is I am the prisoner of my own demise. The fact is I risk the life of my family & friends in the name of God because I don’t have any better excuse. The fact is I solace my exasperation for the safety and future of my children by linking it to the will of god. The fact is what I call my sacred sacrifice for the nation actually reveals my scare, my fright, my fear – fear to resist, fear to revolt, fear to replace, fear to reform, fear to rebuild this nation, fear to lose all differences and to unite as one.
Now my identity lives with the dates of my bloody tragic family history…
My beloved father Mumbai’92,
My darling Mother, Akshardham Temple, 02
My elder brother, Godhra station, 02
My princess daughter, Sarojini Nagar Market,Delhi’05,
My only son Santacruz Station, Mumbai’06
My Sweetheart Wife, Sankat Mochan temple,Varanasi’06
My best friend, Ajmer Sharif Shrine, Rajasthan’07
My neighbour, Mecca Mosque, Charminar, Hyderabad’07
My youngest sister, Johri bazaar, Jaipur’08
My Soul, The Taj, Mumbai’08
Soon my body will also become the mourning history of some date – some place – and same blast. This is the only binding factor in this so called land of “Unity in Diversity” otherwise there is only despairing diversity in our diversified democratic India. But who cares..Who the hell cares..Huh?
Ignore everything but be there to witness the bleeding womb of our mother one more time. Watch how traitors inside and outside has turned her womb into a punching bag. Watch her crumbling in pain and suffer in our presence. Today Mother India questions with her dripping blood & we only mourn because we have learnt only mourning with candles & flowers.
But the question is who all are responsible and who will take the responsibility and when ?
And only I am responsible.
In the name of nation, let’s stand together one for all and all for one
Or else we all should be ready to be another
Afganistan, Iraq and Pakistan within one national boundary.
Our destiny is now a subject of our choices.
Stay Awake & Stay Alive.
Don’t mock but act.
ACT.
