People are making a living out of criticizing narendra modi.

People are making a living out of criticizing narendra modi.
There are many ghost followers of him, who always fire over others shoulders.

And then there are shadow followers , who watch the news on every channel, read all the fake and real write-ups on net., Every word in the news paper , pick up the weak links, blow them out of proportion and make a living out of it.
Any hint of a small piece of write up which is anti government is vehemently brought to light and a story is weaved around it by misconstruing facts.
Actually these people can be segmented into 3 groups.

The top of this group is lead by the people who sold their souls to the enemies of our nation like j... D.... And company.

The second group is lead by our b..... D... and flock, they sniff from the first group and add their own bacteria to it and sneeze out lot of infection in the guise information......

The next category enjoys the dropped infected poo of the second category.
This third category is a Section of people further subdivided into 2 sub categories
A category is the people who can wipe out the entire humanity for their god. 
B category is the people who can sell their god, faith and soul for personal popularity.
This people will take it on their shoulders to spread the infection to every nook and corner of the nation.

#The ruckus we are making out of ban on cow slaughter is an example of the same.
Allow beef lovers to eat Buffalo meat, regularize the abattoirs, ban only cow slaughter and build proper shelter homes for abandoned old cows. Abattoirs should be closely monitored, stringent rules be enforced, followed, and monitored.
Why involve people on street to protect cows.
All of us should stop our obsession with religion. We are behaving as if we are the saviors of our gods, when did this role reversal happen?
Why are we defaming our nation, our identity in the name of god and there by defaming our religion too.
The prime minister is setting right a lot of wrongs done in the name of appeasement, for the vote bank in the past. He is hastening up a bit as a lot of undoing has to happen.
But the government should not convert social, moral, ethical, sentimental issues into political causes. 
I am not questioning the government’s intentions but definitely its implementation.

By empowering the wrong people they are converting national issues into ruling vs. opposition scuffle, you vs. me, us vs. them fight, sublimely pitting an Indian against another. Diluting the matter, widening the cracks amongst its citizens. Taking the fights to college campuses shows the feeble mindset of both the groups. It is sickening to see people killing each other to eat beef or stop people from consuming beef.

Seriously bjp lacks suave politicians like shashi tharoor, chidambaram, and manish tiwari. We are fed up of listening to sambit patra, sudhanshu trivedi and the heavily accented gvl narasimha rao.

Hire the unemployed wizards of congress as they are capable of sugar coating any news and releasing them grandiosely into their media friend’s laps. They are all sitting idle now and their boss is clueless about how effectively he can use the coterie like his mom , grand mom did...

.Our bhallaladeva RG has many katappas working for him, but our modi is like amrendra bahubali fighting alone for his people.
People who are Indians, who

call themselves Indians will make space for fellow Indians and respect each other's sentiments and food habits.

Reminiscences

I said goodbye to him at the hostel gate, and started the journey back home.
1992, march 4th Hyderabad.
Two and half decades ago, my daddy was in my place and I in the sons place.
Daddy came to see me before my intermediate final exams at the hostel. He brought me a new dress as gift to motivate me. He took me out for lunch after taking permission from the warden. During lunch we watched the India vs. Pakistan 1992 world cup match at the restaurant. Pakistan was trailing and we enjoyed every bit of it. After lunch he dropped me back at the hostel and bid goodbye at the gate, I was swallowing my tears, to make him feel good. I did not want to leave any sad aftertaste of our meeting for dad. They always believed that their daughter is a brave a girl, come what may she will withstand and face it, to emerge victorious. This faith actually shaped me into a strong individual. I never allowed them a peek into my pains and problems. No daughter would, I believe.
25.03.2017, BP koirala institute of health sciences, dharan.
I went along with him to drop him at the hostel. After dumping the luggage in his room we stepped out for lunch. He took me to one of the cleanest restaurants in the town. We ordered a pan pizza with extra spicy vegetable toppings and a chicken sizzler. 
The chef took a lot of time to dish them out, but the experience was worth the wait. I was impressed with the quality of food and suggested he eat at the same place during weekends. He said mom I chose this place because you are here with me, otherwise I cannot afford this for myself if I have to pay the bill. I payed the bill and then we left for the market to buy him a bicycle. He selected one but he wanted to come back with his friends in the evening after doing some more research on the product. He wanted to discuss it with the senior who was using it. I gave him the money for it.
I dropped him back at the hostel; he insisted I leave early and cross the border before evening.
I sat in the car, Bid him goodbye at the hostel gate, and started missing him much before I crossed the campus main gate.
My dad might have felt the same, every time he dropped me at the hostel.
Dear son you will be in my place one day.
I endured the pain to see happiness in my father's eyes, and I saw you doing the same today.
I did mistakes, but I never repeated them to not hurt my parents. I experimented, but never got addicted to anything. I enjoyed had loads of fun. But the goal was never out of sight.
Son I see you as a better person than me in everything you do and am so proud of you. I see you as my reflection, as my father's legacy, as my mother's extension.
Leaving this small piece of writing as a record for the next generation to dwell and explore their roots. Son when you grow into my place you can understand the essence of what you mean to me today. 
Good luck

the son called from college to inform that he is coming home for the weekend.
I rushed up my work to reach home early to cook his fav meal. 
My girls did all the pre work up in the kitchen and i got into robotic mode to get done with cooking as early as possible . The neighborhood aunty sAw me walking into the flat much before my usual time and knocked to check if all is ok, or if rahula is visiting .
I said yes aunty you guessed it right 
She said I could guess because of the aroma from your kitchen. she also added with a wink that "cook and feed your son to your hearts content ", its just a matter of time before his visits to home will recede. And after he gets married he will be like a guest visiting you annually., And then maybe once in 2 years...
I said precisely aunty that's what I do too, visit my mother in law even less that that, and I don't see any gaps in our relation ,Though it took time for her to accept . in fact it is less of acceptance and more of helplessness on her part that she is not able to do Much because even willingly her son cannot take long breaks from work, so he insists that as she has more liberty with her time ,she should be visiting us and spending more time with us and not expect the other way round

And I am a practical woman so I will be happy if my son in future does Not visit me as frequently as he does now, what's the big deal ?

She said sipping her coffee ...yes yes ... This is all big talk, you will be hurt like dead if he visits his in laws and starts loving the food cooked by his mother in law , more than yours. 
Omg I ain't in stone age aunty, if that lady can really take care of my foodie sons needs , I will be more than happy. Is it not a blessing for me to see my children being cared by other mothers too. Is it not ?
She was quite for few seconds and lamented about how her son's heart is captured by his boisterous in laws.
I said with a crooked smile never mind aunty no one can replace a mother in a sons heart, and I am sharing with you this as a daughter in law ... 
She left the coffee cup on the table and walked out of my house with a perplexed expression...
I switched over to mukesh for company and proceeded with rolling rotis .😃... Mukesh went on koi jab tumhara hruday thod de , tadapta hua jab tumhe chod de..

I stumbled upon sonu nigams tweet about azan. Unconsciously my mind trolled to the past. I remembered the conversations in my grandparent’s home...like the servant replying back “amma I will return by namaz time “, or “the first bus comes exactly at namaz time”, my grand mother shouting at my cousins “it’s past namaz time when will you eat” 
Azan was used in reference to time, nothing more than that. It never meant anything more than that.
There was no threat to anyone’s religion, barring occasional clashes during ganesh festivals. Though I will not deny the strong undercurrent of hatred Hindus held against Islamic rulers, but never against the common muslim.
We hate Aurangzeb, mehmood of ghor, gazini, on some occasions the nizam too but in the same tone we talked high about Akbar praised the valor of tippu sultan. Zeenat, amber, ruksana, and sultana were friends and sometimes referred to as Muslim friends at home. Ahmed bhaiiya, salim bhaiyya were bhaiyyas. Nasser chacha , moin uncle were just uncles. Few friends used to educate us about barbarism of Islamic invaders, but we hated the British more than the Muslim rulers. Our common enemy was always British.
Elders did not like them because they ate bada ka meat. But my generation did not bother about that, as we were born in independent India and the hatred was diluted by then. The energy with which we participated in eid was not shared by them and the happiness with which we ate their prasadam was not reciprocated which hurt, but never bothered us to an extent that we stopped being who we are. We hush hushed about it and forgot it in no time. 
It surprises me when we are called intolerant. It is shocking to listen to such statements. It hurts me when Muslims defend zakir naik who openly standing on a stage address lakhs of people inciting hatred against hindus and their style of worshipping. And it is more divisive as this is coming from educated, learned responsible Muslims too. The only way to douse this fire of communal hatred is to behave and talk with more responsibility for the sake of our children. 
Hindus accepted Muslims as a part of their culture long back... Muslims are engraved in the DNA of India but it hurts when they burst crackers after Pakistanis victory on India in cricket. It hurts when they are stubborn and argue about only their god being supreme and their worshipping methods the most scientific. It irks me and drags me into futile arguments. It is pity that we fight and kill each other to defend our invisible gods. 
It is because of this irresponsible behavior that yogis are winning, the tolerant sonus are tweeting, and the innocent akhlaks are being killed. The gurmehar khans are victimized, kanhaiyya kumars go bersek; The future of this country lies more in the hands of educated Muslims. About Hindus no doubt they have become intolerant in comparison, but remember a majority of them still are in favor of peaceful coexistence. It is just that they are now being repeatedly reminded of the oppression in the hands of Muslim rulers, about forceful conversion, barbarism of the rulers Sikandar Butshikan Aurangzeb Feroz Shah Tuglaq, which makes no sense. How is todays muslims responsible for the crimes of their ancestors. Like never before these days I witness the strong anti Muslim arguments everywhere, not even in 1992 we hated each other so much. And kashmiri’s behavior is a mystery to me I don’t know why they take up to streets to the extreme of instigating army , wish someone educated them about the repercussions of meddling with the army. They enjoy subsidies; they are pampered and treated like special children with special needs. They are no doubt our spoiled children, wean off the privileges and see the change, and please address their problems too, I am sure it will cost Indian state less that way.
About reservations and the growing menace of reservations I have one thing to say “I as a forward cast citizen never enjoyed the privileges of the birth in upper caste but definitely saw the negative side of it, and my children will be hit even more badly. Maybe this is the karmic cycle, I am repaying for the atrocities my ancestors committed against dalits. Manu whatever he wrote he did it with a broader mind. Initially he divided us into groups and first bequeathed the privileges to one group and is now making them pay back to the lineage of the people whom they oppressed. 
Good going india, we as citizens should act with more alacrity and not get carried away by the preachings and teaching of our so called leaders , gurus…all of them have an agenda, and they are using us for their personal goals. ……..and most important use the “FORWARD” button with caution, dump the crap and forward scientific posts.
LET ISIS GO TO HELL, LET WEST GO TO HELL , LET PAKISTAN GO TO HELL... WHY SHOULD WE GET CARRIED AWAY AND DESTROY OUR PEACE……………….. 
CHEERS … LETS CELEBRATE OUR TODAY, BURY OUR PAST AND BUILD A GOLDEN future FOR OUR CHILDREN, TOGETHER , HAND IN HAND……………..

Google pics compiled this collage for me. Sent it as a reminder.

My daughter is a beautiful soul on this earth. My angel, my teacher.

Yesterday in the evening she and I were walking towards a food festival in the premises of a nearby mall. These days she does a lot of talking about life and its lessons. In the flow she was nonchalantly sharing about her friends at the school. 
She said initially in the previous classes, she was friends with only few girls, and she assumed them to be her best friends, friends for life. Her so called best friends were unhappy and jealous when she won the swimming competition. She also with time realized that they were friends only when they were in need of something and not the other way around, so she decided to mingle with rest of her classmates too and was pleasantly surprised on what she was missing in the form of learning by restricting herself to a small group. From the new session on her resolution is to interact with every girl in the class and not believe the rumors one community spreads against the other and not to make friends with someone who are constantly at the job of criticizing her in the guise of giving feedback. She added that “I need friends to boost my courage and confidence not someone who will find faults in me, make me fearful of losing, attempting at new relations.

While we were talking and walking a lady who was coming from the opposite direction slipped into a small pothole on the road and collapsed. I ran to help her get up and made her sit on the divider and made some humorous comments to cheer her up as she was feeling embarrassed. My girl’s remark after we left the scene was mom next time if I see someone in a similar situation I will repeat what you did. I always imitate you when I encounter anything I saw you handling.
Suddenly I felt more responsible, as exemplary behavior is playing a more important role than preaching. 
She went on narrating incidents about her friends at school and outside school. I was all ears to listen to fresh innocent perspective about life. I devoured on her wisdom along with the yummy bhetki baaja. 
thank you for the good food recommendation dr Prem D Bhutia Museff andNita Mallik

Karimul Haque is a tea garden worker who runs a 24*7 bike-ambulance service in Bengal's Jalpaiguri district. He ferries poor, ill and the aged, even pregnant woman(in emergency) to nearby hospitals on his bike-ambulance 24/7 . His wife and children too are engaged in the same. 
He was felicitated in siliguri for the award by doctors in a function organized by Mr. Sanjay Mukherjee of biomax pharma on 6/5/17 , karimul haque says that religion should be about saving humanity and not killing. All our wealth makes no sense if we cannot spend it on saving a fellow humans life. His mother died because he couldn’t reach her to hospital due to lack of transportation. 
The area he comes from i.e. Jalpaiguri has rough roads and to find an ambulance in case of an emergency is a dream for villagers. His bike-ambulance has helped over 3,000 villagers in the last few years. 
Reddy Healthcare Siliguri pvt ltd, did its miniscule bit by donating rs.50,000 to his kitty , to buy medicines for the poor and needy.
DR. Prem D Bhutia Museff tok the initiative along with sanjay da to felicitate him in siliguri.

He shared some funny tit bits from his life on Saturday
1) The day he received ph call from Delhi about being conferred with padma shri, he assumed that someone is calling him from Delhi to shift padma to a hospital; he was continually guiding the caller about shifting padma to nearby hospital as he cannot reach Delhi on time, and padma may need emergency treatment. The officer hung up the phone smiling to himself about the innocence of the man dedicated to his work.
2) the news about the award spread like wild fire in the town and as people were congratulating him for getting padma, his wife assumed that he fell for someone called as padma, initially she protested but later accepted padma assuming that she is a girl. She was pleasantly surprised when she was clearly explained about padma shri as an award for his services. 
3) he was seated next to virat kohli in rashtrapati bhavan, his reply to kohlis suggestion to work hard and get padma vibhushan next time was that “aap dhum lagake desh ke liye khelna aur jithana, hum tho apna kaam karte rahenge”
4) When he went to Lk advani and Raj nath singh to thank them by touching their feet, they suggested he never bend in front of anyone as he is honoured with padma award now. PM Narendra Modi called him by his first name and hugged him for his good work; he shared this small bit on the dais with little pride in his eyes. 
5) To Attend to the various calls he receives from national and international channels to make a documentary on his work, he has learnt to say “ thank you”, “ok”, “yes” and ”no”. He says he understands their message but he finds himself incapable of giving lengthy response in English. 
6) He shared that he went to Delhi to receive the award when people in his neighborhood donated him their clothes, and shoes, and he was attending this felicitation too, wearing donated clothes. He has been living on them forever. He spends whatever capital he has in service of the needy.

Sunday ….
She insisted that we accompany her on her 1st day to the dance class. It was a drive to the other end of the town. We agreed and dropped her with her teacher; she was going to stay there for 90 minutes. The man decided to go for a hair cut on the ground floor in the same complex and suggested I spend time in the ladies saloon next to his.
Left with no option I walked into the parlor. From the other side of the reception 2 girls welcomed me as if I am their long last friend. They had heavily done eyes, dark red lips and maybe they applied 10 layers of various creams, if I scrape the skin with a spoon I may get a bowl full of various potions.
Then started the mind game.
Mam what service are you looking for ? 
I said anything which will consume 1 hour
She: go for a hair spa, pedicure or manicure 
I: No I can oil, steam and wash my hair at home, scrub my feet, clean and cut my nails too.
They: looked at each other, ok mam then go for a facial.
I: fine, what all do you offer in non chemical, non steroid section. 
They: again looked at each other and offered gold, diamond facial the most expensive on their menu card... rs.5000/-
I: no, something within rs.1000
They: sarcastically, mam we start at rs.2000/-
left with no option, I accepted the rs. 2000 facial with a heavy heart.
They: But your skin looks tanned, please go for an anti tan pack or bleach before you start your facial, it is just rs.500 extra for the pack, but the results are going to be miraculous.
I: but this is my natural color, not tan. I drive from home to work, and sit in a sealed room for 12 hours, and drive home after sun set. doctors are suggesting that I expose my skin to sunlight as there is vitamin D deficiency, I am also on cholcalciferol for the same. 
They understood that I wasn’t an easy prey.
The massage girl escorted me to a chamber, gave me change, I was reluctant to wear a gown which was on 100 other woman before, I wasn’t sure if they wash them.
She started the process with massaging the cleanser into my skin
She: after wiping the cleanser “mam your skin has lot of dirt, look at this cloth
I: no issues go ahead
She: mam shall I apply the anti tan pack or bleach, to clean the dirt
I: no ……no means “NO” in Bachhan style
She: mam do you apply night cream
I: yes, boroline sometimes. 
She: as you are above 40 you should use anti wrinkle and anti ageing cream for night 
I : (imagining the son mocking me to death if I make attempts to hide my age by using creams even while sleeping, they wouldnt understand that it is for therapeutic purpose ) I shared with her that I use kajole's Olay during day time to avoid/hide fine lines and wrinkles.
She: no mam, you need special creams for your age, I will give you the best of the products that are suitable exclusively to your skin. By applying them you can just arrest ageing for a long time you are going to look younger than this..
I: I was tempted and asked for the price 
She: around rs.3000 for a pack of day and night cream
I did calculations mentally ; I can feed entire family the best quality walnuts and almonds for a month with the same amount, I refused her offer. 
I could sense her disappointment as the effort she was putting into massaging the cream onto my face was diminishing. I dint bother; I rushed out of that cabin as fast as I could.
Borrowed rs 2000 from the man who was waiting outside for me along with daughter who was slurping a Chocó bar,
I am usually polite with people, pay tips as much as I can, but I despised the girls so much for their force selling that I did not even thank them and stormed out of the parlor with a vow to never return back. I would wait for the daughter in the car reading a book, sipping homemade coffee the next week if she insists on my company.

In the car I was sulking about how women are fooled and frightened in the name of ageing, foolishly some of them become preys to the big ugly world of cosmetics.

daughter was taunting me mom no one can scrub smelly ripe bananas and papayas onto their skin the way you do. tomatoes , eggs, cucumbers, potatoes, honey , olive oil you don’t spare anything and u also force your homemade packs on me which is equally bad. Saloons are anyday better than your multani mitty base packs .
ohh dear girl I will have to knock some sense into your head about the harm steroids cause to our skin if we become slaves of the beauty products.

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