- Does this elected government prove that constant is the only change?
- Will the summer heat ever have mercy on those they call merciful?
- How much more music can be made with just 7 notes and 72 ragas?
- Do too many lies ultimately lead to the truth?
- How do kids born into this commoditised world know better about malls than their parents?
- Did the Illuminati really play Angels and Demons with the Vatican?
- Are our history books really accurate?
- Is it normal for underdogs to always emerge victorious in a tournament with high stakes?
- Is the need for speed an innate quality for any human being?
- If wine is made of grapes, why is it condoned when people get drunk?
- Is magic for real or just a veil to our eyes to blind us to what happens behind the scenes?
- Why do we find it strange or hesitate to tell when people ask us the damn truth?
- In the corporates don't we sometimes feel that we are treated like the pied piper of Hamelin?
- Why are my questions so random?
May 31, 2009
Random Questions VIII
Just in the nick of time for the month of May...here we go without much ado...
May 11, 2009
El Toro!!!
Disposing needless and useless things and items was the call of the day that week when we were moving to a new place and this was a sad day indeed. Ive been riding my Honda Activa for the last 2 years and before that I used to take the local bus to go to office. But the most memorable rides to all my previous destinations has been on my red Hercules MTB bicycle...aptly named El Toro! This day was sad because, after 5 years of neglect and ignorance, my El Toro was gone...sold to someone who would find use and purpose. I used to park my vehicle next to my bicycle each day, give it a little tragic look and walk up the stairs to go home. For 5 years, this went on until this day when I parked my vehicle, only not to find my good old El Toro...missing. Mom then told me that the cycle repair boy had sold it to another boy who needed it badly. A moment went by when a tear peeped out of my eye, with a heavy heart and a lump in my throat, making me feel like I had lost something very near and dear in life...I shall tell you why...
Anyone who looks at me now can surely say that I wasnt a cycling enthusiast...if they had seen me 5 years back, they'd bet their word sayin that I was one. Such was the story of me and my El Toro...a unique friendship or a hobby in a way that helped me communicate with myself. Some thought I was a schizophrenic but that was only their perception, to me it was a passion and I loved every moment of it. More to say, Ive been my true self and Ive had most fun with myself when Ive been with El Toro...nothing substitutes and nothing comes close to those days of cycling.
My bicycle was a red and black colored Hercules Mountain Terrain Bicycle...this was one of my many cycles Ive had in my life and certainly one of my best. In our tough times, it even helped my dad and brother commute to their workplace and school respectively and I was proud of my bicycle. In tough times, we did not have a vehicle to commute or dint have enough money to go in an auto rickshaw...in such times, my bicycle was the only vehicle we could afford and probably the best thing that ever happened to me especially. Ive been passionate about cycling since I was 3 years old and I wasnt wanting to be a racer or so but a passion I was willing to invest in just for myself and not for the world to see.
But this post is about my last adventures with my last bicycle...El Toro in the mean streets of Chennai. You can imagine of any possible situation and encounter and Ive had almost all of it on my bicycle. El Toro's reign began from the year 2000 and ended in 2005 with a retirement till 2009. I used this as an opportunity to stay fit after I completed my school and since I was big time into a lot of sport and games and I couldnt sit still when I came back to Chennai in 2000 - 2001 with no friends to chill out with. It was then El Torro came into my life and as they say...the machine chooses the rider and not the other way around...that was the bond that I found.
Ive been chasing cars, bikes and buses, being chased by dogs and cops, bikes and cars, making sharp and nasty turns, had bad falls, being hit, abused at, abusing, belittled, battled and bruised, brashful, speed demoning, long cruise modes, early mornings, late night rash anxious rides, handsfree tricks, sight seeings, flirtings, conversations, races, one wheeling, step jumps, brake fails, flat tyres, broken lights, double and triple rides, renting, repairing, damaging, intimidated, challenged, lost, won, rescued, arriving soon, late, getting stuck, beating traffic jams and being with myself.
As I take a deep breath, I see a rush of images run past my mind and I am reminded of my El Toro...I had to let go. It was tough but it was necessary for both of us. With a heavy heart and a sigh over my past, I recede into my world of corporate ambtions and hopes with dreams of making it big, knowing that there was a past where I was already on a high with an old friend of mine.
It might sound corny or cliched but, I certainly believe when people say that we dont realize the value of someone or something until we have lost them or lost it. It is so true and I would stand by it till my last breath...may you be in peace wherever you are after all those years of glory. Hope to meet you on the other side...El Toro...
PS - On a lighter note, to those who dont know the name reference of my bicycle to 'El Toro' - here is a link -
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bully_For_Bugs
or just check out this video right here!!! -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVwv_1EhitI
Anyone who looks at me now can surely say that I wasnt a cycling enthusiast...if they had seen me 5 years back, they'd bet their word sayin that I was one. Such was the story of me and my El Toro...a unique friendship or a hobby in a way that helped me communicate with myself. Some thought I was a schizophrenic but that was only their perception, to me it was a passion and I loved every moment of it. More to say, Ive been my true self and Ive had most fun with myself when Ive been with El Toro...nothing substitutes and nothing comes close to those days of cycling.
My bicycle was a red and black colored Hercules Mountain Terrain Bicycle...this was one of my many cycles Ive had in my life and certainly one of my best. In our tough times, it even helped my dad and brother commute to their workplace and school respectively and I was proud of my bicycle. In tough times, we did not have a vehicle to commute or dint have enough money to go in an auto rickshaw...in such times, my bicycle was the only vehicle we could afford and probably the best thing that ever happened to me especially. Ive been passionate about cycling since I was 3 years old and I wasnt wanting to be a racer or so but a passion I was willing to invest in just for myself and not for the world to see.
But this post is about my last adventures with my last bicycle...El Toro in the mean streets of Chennai. You can imagine of any possible situation and encounter and Ive had almost all of it on my bicycle. El Toro's reign began from the year 2000 and ended in 2005 with a retirement till 2009. I used this as an opportunity to stay fit after I completed my school and since I was big time into a lot of sport and games and I couldnt sit still when I came back to Chennai in 2000 - 2001 with no friends to chill out with. It was then El Torro came into my life and as they say...the machine chooses the rider and not the other way around...that was the bond that I found.
Ive been chasing cars, bikes and buses, being chased by dogs and cops, bikes and cars, making sharp and nasty turns, had bad falls, being hit, abused at, abusing, belittled, battled and bruised, brashful, speed demoning, long cruise modes, early mornings, late night rash anxious rides, handsfree tricks, sight seeings, flirtings, conversations, races, one wheeling, step jumps, brake fails, flat tyres, broken lights, double and triple rides, renting, repairing, damaging, intimidated, challenged, lost, won, rescued, arriving soon, late, getting stuck, beating traffic jams and being with myself.
As I take a deep breath, I see a rush of images run past my mind and I am reminded of my El Toro...I had to let go. It was tough but it was necessary for both of us. With a heavy heart and a sigh over my past, I recede into my world of corporate ambtions and hopes with dreams of making it big, knowing that there was a past where I was already on a high with an old friend of mine.
It might sound corny or cliched but, I certainly believe when people say that we dont realize the value of someone or something until we have lost them or lost it. It is so true and I would stand by it till my last breath...may you be in peace wherever you are after all those years of glory. Hope to meet you on the other side...El Toro...
PS - On a lighter note, to those who dont know the name reference of my bicycle to 'El Toro' - here is a link -
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bully_For_Bugs
or just check out this video right here!!! -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVwv_1EhitI
Missing Mylapore...
As I type these words, I have moved away from a place they say is the cultural heart of Chennai to a place which they say is the commercial heart of Chennai. Yes indeed, the departure from Myalpore and my arrival at T.Nagar has been complete and I am now a resident of T.Nagar. In announcing all of this, there is a lot of joy and pain that goes hand in hand...the pain of missing Mylapore where we stayed for about 7 years (we lived in Mandaveli before that, which borders Mylapore)...
People believe that one doesnt realize the worth of something or someone until or unless they are far away or have lost it. I certainly believe in that philosophy and I felt it when I shifted out of Mylapore with a heavy heart. I dint feel it until I stepped into our new home in T.Nagar. Emptiness is a hollow wind blowing cold and heavy which is what exactly I felt when I stood in my home in Mylapore and I could hear the echoes of the past and my blurry eyes recalled every moment which is etched in my memory. A single bedroom house and five of us (My parents, brother, grandpa and me) used to stay...smaller walls making people closer and more tightly knit. We have been through it all...good times and bad times (ala Led Zeppelin) in that old place and it brings a smile and a tear whenever I sit back and reflect.
I will not talk about the cultural significances of Mylapore because its the most over-written subjects in recent times and it would only be an overdose of what not! Instead Ill touch upon certain aspects that have been memorable in my pages...the good, the bad and the ugly.
The proximity to everything is what keeps this place in top demand for any resident who wishes to settle in the suburbans. Everything is a stone's throw away...even the street dogs! What amazes me the most of this place is the diversity and the festive mood of the market even on a normal day, leave alone the ceremonial festivals and the recitals. Colorful people, plenty of them, draped in their best in any given moment and little boys with pig-tailed priests chanting the morning verses roaming from door to door for bhikshaam. Religion is the core that binds Mylapore...be it any entity or form, its all there and in every street there is either a temple or a mosque or a church that keeps people in the right and moral frame of mind. There is some sanity amidst the chaos that surrounds this bustling settlement.
Let me describe T.Nagar now...a commercial hub (and what a shift from a religious hub!) and shopping is the word that comes to ones mind and this attracts people from all over the 'state' and this is one helluva crowd puller. There is something for everybody and nothing for nobody...well, you can figure that one out now. A husbands nightmare and a wife's paradise...a guys sight seeing zone and a girl's holiday spot...a foodies heaven and pedestrians challenge. A complete residential area where Pondy Bazaar forms the spine from head to tail. What keeps people coming is the affordability and the markets galore. Colour, lights, people and money...its all here and whoever comes to Chennai from wherever in India doesnt miss Pondy Bazaar. Well sadly, im not far away from this place...just a stone's throw...(like I said earlier)!
But there is an ugly side to this all...people are so cold here. When we shifted to our new place, not a soul from the neighbours to even say a Hi! People keep tellin me that its the same wherever we go but Id like to differ with them. This was the worst welcome we had ever recieved...like we werent welcome...there wasnt any anyways!!! Even a nod of the head and a pleasant smile is like a rare sight...I really dont know why people are so scared of even acknowledging neighbours. Guess they knew I was coming (ahem ahem!). But on a serious note...its an apartment but with no one around. The only way I think I can get people talkin or waking up might be by blasting my music which is the best medicine Id reckon.
But hey, this is something Im looking forward to. Its a new place, new people and new dreams and hopes lying ahead of me. Its a tough world and Im willing to face it eye to eye and I hope its fun...else theres nothing worth fighting for. My writing hopefully should take a new direction with all the new things in life and this is very exciting to me especially. The breeze is something that keeps us calm (this is better than Mylapore for sure). But what the hell...isnt change the only constant. Well, time in Mylapore was certainly memorable and it was a good start and a sad end. Its been a little dull for a start here...hopefully things should look up in a few days when the apartment knows that the darkknight is just around the corner!!!
People believe that one doesnt realize the worth of something or someone until or unless they are far away or have lost it. I certainly believe in that philosophy and I felt it when I shifted out of Mylapore with a heavy heart. I dint feel it until I stepped into our new home in T.Nagar. Emptiness is a hollow wind blowing cold and heavy which is what exactly I felt when I stood in my home in Mylapore and I could hear the echoes of the past and my blurry eyes recalled every moment which is etched in my memory. A single bedroom house and five of us (My parents, brother, grandpa and me) used to stay...smaller walls making people closer and more tightly knit. We have been through it all...good times and bad times (ala Led Zeppelin) in that old place and it brings a smile and a tear whenever I sit back and reflect.
I will not talk about the cultural significances of Mylapore because its the most over-written subjects in recent times and it would only be an overdose of what not! Instead Ill touch upon certain aspects that have been memorable in my pages...the good, the bad and the ugly.
The proximity to everything is what keeps this place in top demand for any resident who wishes to settle in the suburbans. Everything is a stone's throw away...even the street dogs! What amazes me the most of this place is the diversity and the festive mood of the market even on a normal day, leave alone the ceremonial festivals and the recitals. Colorful people, plenty of them, draped in their best in any given moment and little boys with pig-tailed priests chanting the morning verses roaming from door to door for bhikshaam. Religion is the core that binds Mylapore...be it any entity or form, its all there and in every street there is either a temple or a mosque or a church that keeps people in the right and moral frame of mind. There is some sanity amidst the chaos that surrounds this bustling settlement.
Let me describe T.Nagar now...a commercial hub (and what a shift from a religious hub!) and shopping is the word that comes to ones mind and this attracts people from all over the 'state' and this is one helluva crowd puller. There is something for everybody and nothing for nobody...well, you can figure that one out now. A husbands nightmare and a wife's paradise...a guys sight seeing zone and a girl's holiday spot...a foodies heaven and pedestrians challenge. A complete residential area where Pondy Bazaar forms the spine from head to tail. What keeps people coming is the affordability and the markets galore. Colour, lights, people and money...its all here and whoever comes to Chennai from wherever in India doesnt miss Pondy Bazaar. Well sadly, im not far away from this place...just a stone's throw...(like I said earlier)!
But there is an ugly side to this all...people are so cold here. When we shifted to our new place, not a soul from the neighbours to even say a Hi! People keep tellin me that its the same wherever we go but Id like to differ with them. This was the worst welcome we had ever recieved...like we werent welcome...there wasnt any anyways!!! Even a nod of the head and a pleasant smile is like a rare sight...I really dont know why people are so scared of even acknowledging neighbours. Guess they knew I was coming (ahem ahem!). But on a serious note...its an apartment but with no one around. The only way I think I can get people talkin or waking up might be by blasting my music which is the best medicine Id reckon.
But hey, this is something Im looking forward to. Its a new place, new people and new dreams and hopes lying ahead of me. Its a tough world and Im willing to face it eye to eye and I hope its fun...else theres nothing worth fighting for. My writing hopefully should take a new direction with all the new things in life and this is very exciting to me especially. The breeze is something that keeps us calm (this is better than Mylapore for sure). But what the hell...isnt change the only constant. Well, time in Mylapore was certainly memorable and it was a good start and a sad end. Its been a little dull for a start here...hopefully things should look up in a few days when the apartment knows that the darkknight is just around the corner!!!
April 30, 2009
Twin Tryst Spin!
Well, After a fuzzy ride back home, speeding my way through madness, I looked forward to this wedding reception which I was to attend. This particular ride back home was a little shaky because Im so used to riding back home in the night and to ride in the dusk was something of a change to me. So much so, I was indeed a little amazed and in this forethought, I did have a few close shaves. After reaching safe, I looked back and realised that I was lucky because I rode like I was drunk or like the other person was drunk. Either way...I was confused and I came back home in a hurry and got dressed to have a peaceful and pleasant evening (hoping my fuzziness was going away)...
Traditionally dressed, we stepped out and got hold of an auto to take us to this famous wedding hall called the MRC Hall. My mom began in the journey by telling me that it was one of the most expensive wedding halls and it was one of the best too. We I already began calculating the expenses if I had to have a wedding in a place which was at least 1/4th the cost (not literally though). Anyways, she was also explaining that weddings have now become a meeting point of unknown and unaware relatives who always surprise us by telling how old and tall we have become and how we were 2 feet tall an all of that hugs, hoopla and the hype. I was looking forward to that too...to be honest. In a few moments we were in the hall and it was buzzing with people. Oh before that, I must admit, the line of cars parked outside and the swarm of drivers and chauffers was just impressive.
Now to the main part of the story...the pleasant music of the mandolin began to soothe the mental agony of mine and I just began to settle in my chair and suddenly, a kid runs past through yelling on the top of her voice with her hands held high...I thought to myself that she was being chased by her other friends and many other kids who end up in weddings. In the next moment, recovering from that little run, curious to know who was chasing her, I turned my head and to my amusement, the girl's twin runs in the same way...and with the same yell. For a moment, I paused and laughed at myself...it took me a while to realize that they were twins...I did feel the effect of my fuzzy ride coming back to me.
More enough so, another awakening happened after those moments...another set of twins on stage with the bride's sister and in her arms, lay those 2 beautiful just borns...a boy and a girl though...their dresses gave it away and my mom close enough to confirm to me that they were indeed twins...that was my second sighting. A few moments and songs passed by from the band and I was just again settling down until I saw my next revelation of the day. A little girl, say 3 feet tall, steps out of the side of the reception stage and runs her way to the other side...kids day out I thought to myself...but the very next second, like a magic trick, when the one i saw disappeared, another one appeared from the same door and ran in the same direction as the previous one. This time, I let out a loud laugh and pretended to wake up from a dream, unsuccessfully though this time. My mom was again beside me to keep my reactions at a check and confirmed yet again that they were twins yet again. My right hand was now scratching my head and calculating my days proceedings to see if I was sane or...insane. More to know as I continue...
After our round of on-stage glory was over (posing and greeting) we stepped down to join the crowd, enjoying the evening concert and prepare our soul and mind for a hearty dinner. It was then a beauty passed by me and a whiff of her perfume, got hold of my sensors and my attention was directed to her immediately. Style and elegance was in every step of her walk and talk and I was loving every moment of it and like all good dreams popping at the bad time, my folks called me to watch the concert duel. As I turned to get to my chair, I turn to see the same face in a different get-up altogether. Same beauty, same perfume, same style and smile and this time I was floored (twice!). The first was in Black, and this was in Blue...and I was totally black and blued...another twin and this time I was in a total spin.
I thought it was one of those days where Ive been on a high like Ive never been drunk or stoned. What a day it was so far. Well, the worst was yet to come. To keep myself sane, I pushed my parents to go for dinner so that i could get away from all the madness and amidst all those efforts, I was again miscalculating and this time it was face-to-face. Firstly, this boy comes upto me in the crowd and calls out a name on the other side and then out of no purpose and curiosity, my head turns to see who in god's name was most wanted by this young boy...and it was none other than his brother...his twin brother. Now my head was spinning and I was almost laughing at myself...there was no use askin my mother about them now...it would only lead to a confusing family line of whose root line I wouldnt want to know..at least that day.
In all this chaotic moments, my hunger swarmed and hit me to the ceiling and this gave me an opportunity to relish my dinner and I overate, trying to forget what I had been through...struggle to sanity. What a spin this was today! After the paan and the kulfi dose, we stepped out bidding farewell to all known and unknown people and we left a story behind of how certain relatinships were and how they would continue. As we exited the mighty hall, another kid ran past us while were walking back home and I looked around to see if there was another following suit...none followed or looked similar to that. The next twin I saw that night was myself in the mirror...ironical, satirical and cynical, but true.
My tryst with the twins that day certainly prompted me to pen this down and I just couldnt stop thinking about it even after Ive penned it down. Like a disclaimer, this is this indeed is a true story and all the characters described were true and honsest descriptions. That day was truly an unforgettable twin spin...
Traditionally dressed, we stepped out and got hold of an auto to take us to this famous wedding hall called the MRC Hall. My mom began in the journey by telling me that it was one of the most expensive wedding halls and it was one of the best too. We I already began calculating the expenses if I had to have a wedding in a place which was at least 1/4th the cost (not literally though). Anyways, she was also explaining that weddings have now become a meeting point of unknown and unaware relatives who always surprise us by telling how old and tall we have become and how we were 2 feet tall an all of that hugs, hoopla and the hype. I was looking forward to that too...to be honest. In a few moments we were in the hall and it was buzzing with people. Oh before that, I must admit, the line of cars parked outside and the swarm of drivers and chauffers was just impressive.
Now to the main part of the story...the pleasant music of the mandolin began to soothe the mental agony of mine and I just began to settle in my chair and suddenly, a kid runs past through yelling on the top of her voice with her hands held high...I thought to myself that she was being chased by her other friends and many other kids who end up in weddings. In the next moment, recovering from that little run, curious to know who was chasing her, I turned my head and to my amusement, the girl's twin runs in the same way...and with the same yell. For a moment, I paused and laughed at myself...it took me a while to realize that they were twins...I did feel the effect of my fuzzy ride coming back to me.
More enough so, another awakening happened after those moments...another set of twins on stage with the bride's sister and in her arms, lay those 2 beautiful just borns...a boy and a girl though...their dresses gave it away and my mom close enough to confirm to me that they were indeed twins...that was my second sighting. A few moments and songs passed by from the band and I was just again settling down until I saw my next revelation of the day. A little girl, say 3 feet tall, steps out of the side of the reception stage and runs her way to the other side...kids day out I thought to myself...but the very next second, like a magic trick, when the one i saw disappeared, another one appeared from the same door and ran in the same direction as the previous one. This time, I let out a loud laugh and pretended to wake up from a dream, unsuccessfully though this time. My mom was again beside me to keep my reactions at a check and confirmed yet again that they were twins yet again. My right hand was now scratching my head and calculating my days proceedings to see if I was sane or...insane. More to know as I continue...
After our round of on-stage glory was over (posing and greeting) we stepped down to join the crowd, enjoying the evening concert and prepare our soul and mind for a hearty dinner. It was then a beauty passed by me and a whiff of her perfume, got hold of my sensors and my attention was directed to her immediately. Style and elegance was in every step of her walk and talk and I was loving every moment of it and like all good dreams popping at the bad time, my folks called me to watch the concert duel. As I turned to get to my chair, I turn to see the same face in a different get-up altogether. Same beauty, same perfume, same style and smile and this time I was floored (twice!). The first was in Black, and this was in Blue...and I was totally black and blued...another twin and this time I was in a total spin.
I thought it was one of those days where Ive been on a high like Ive never been drunk or stoned. What a day it was so far. Well, the worst was yet to come. To keep myself sane, I pushed my parents to go for dinner so that i could get away from all the madness and amidst all those efforts, I was again miscalculating and this time it was face-to-face. Firstly, this boy comes upto me in the crowd and calls out a name on the other side and then out of no purpose and curiosity, my head turns to see who in god's name was most wanted by this young boy...and it was none other than his brother...his twin brother. Now my head was spinning and I was almost laughing at myself...there was no use askin my mother about them now...it would only lead to a confusing family line of whose root line I wouldnt want to know..at least that day.
In all this chaotic moments, my hunger swarmed and hit me to the ceiling and this gave me an opportunity to relish my dinner and I overate, trying to forget what I had been through...struggle to sanity. What a spin this was today! After the paan and the kulfi dose, we stepped out bidding farewell to all known and unknown people and we left a story behind of how certain relatinships were and how they would continue. As we exited the mighty hall, another kid ran past us while were walking back home and I looked around to see if there was another following suit...none followed or looked similar to that. The next twin I saw that night was myself in the mirror...ironical, satirical and cynical, but true.
My tryst with the twins that day certainly prompted me to pen this down and I just couldnt stop thinking about it even after Ive penned it down. Like a disclaimer, this is this indeed is a true story and all the characters described were true and honsest descriptions. That day was truly an unforgettable twin spin...
April 26, 2009
Random Questions VII
After a lot of contemplation, introspection, speculation, revelation, jubilation, desecration, contraction, construction, destruction, imagination, traction, fraction, action and education, I bring to you the 7th edition of Random Questions...here we go:
Please cast your vote and do not ignore your power to decide who is to run this nation and do keep in mind the Tata Tea 'Jaago Re' Ad. Till the next cut is delivered...Jaago Re!
- Isn't the IPL an overdose and excess of the mix of entertainment and sport?
- Hasn't the war in Sri Lanka been used as propaganda in the current election campaigns?
- Is there any respite to the summer heat since the evolution of mankind?
- Has anyone assessed need and necessity vs luxury?
- How much wood is required to print a currency note?
- Will the rising number of skyscrapers make the planet earth appear like it has spikes?
- Why do kids talk about the English Premiere League like they coach them or own them?
- Has the election become a stage to hate speeches and exercise ones throwing skills?
- Does killing ones family or themselves bring back lost jobs?
- How fair is it for IPL to have made Bollywood actors as owners, who don't know the game or talk on the game?
- Do rich candidates stand in campaigning parties stand to earn people's respect or earn their savings?
- Why is it that people break the one way road policy when it is painted, written and announced? Who's uneducated now?
- With the Tata Nano hitting the roads soon, where will parking space come from? How much more will we pollute this planet?
- Do you know that every grain of food we waste or demand, is a grain of food begged for in another place on this earth?
- How can India be a developed nation when women are still being raped, ill-treated, ill-spoken, ridiculed, disrespected and disowned?
- Why are companies sacking those people who once generated revenues for monstrous MNCs?
- Shouldnt entreprenuership be the call of the economic downturn?
- How do we know that the water we drink is clean?
- Where does the wastes and rejects from renowned and established factories end up or get mixed into?
- Are there even pucca roads and rail connecting each village and town in this country?
- Are allotted budgets for any given government project fully utilised? Where does it get swallowed?
- Will law makers and law protectors ever mutually exist and care about the country and its people than fighting among themselves?
- Why is this terrorist, who infiltrated our country on a dinghy boat, carrying heavy weaponry, killing innocent citizens and people, still alive and well? What are we trying to prove what is already evident?
- Does it take an election promise 5 years to be fulfilled, provided they survive that long?
- Who decides the fate of the nation when it has been a democratic choice for so long? Where have we gone wrong? Can we get it right this time?
Please cast your vote and do not ignore your power to decide who is to run this nation and do keep in mind the Tata Tea 'Jaago Re' Ad. Till the next cut is delivered...Jaago Re!
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