Bharat Mata Ki Jai (I): The cladded dreamer.

The general-elections of 1957 accepted Nehru yet again, to lead the nation. It was a crucial time in India’s history, which had recently bailed out from the clutches of a 200 year rule. This was high time when it had to steer its entire federal structure in right direction and with proper pace. It was extremely crucial at that time for the legislators and the policy makers to act with at most care and intellect as they were provided with the task of putting the new-born INDIA into the already aged long-run race of economies. Although it is not possible for me to wrap the profound insights of our thinkers within the boundaries of this article, but I definitely want to focus on one man. The man who was a lover of caps, safari suits, roses and ladies; and who was leading these master-thinkers.

When I wrote my previous article(THE IMP€RIAL COLLAPSE), a friend asked me to relate the European Debt Crisis with Indian economic slowdown. I had but a very fade idea about this in my mind as I don't blame European debt crisis to be the sole culprit. However we can declare it guilty for depreciating ₹(INR), which I mentioned in my previous article itself. This leveraged me to take a dig in the Indian Economic condition as an altogether new topic. So here I present it from its very infant instances of appearance.

Nehru, an intellect, a master in his understanding, had continuously hovered around the specificity of India, Indian people, Indian diversity and most importantly Indian MENTALITY. He had once tried to solve the theory of, why India lags behind Nations such as United States, Japan, Australia, France, Germany etc. Before revealing his explanations, let’s ask ourselves, the probable reason? The diverse culture? I doubt it because, perhaps in our culture we take deep pride. I mean, what do you feel foreigners think about India? Rich Heritage, Deep Traditions, Gods for any imaginable occasion, Yogi babas, Taj Mahal, Spicy food, camels, dogs etc. etc…and above all a strong adhesive of understanding that keep all linguistics bound together in this grand federal of India. And this makes it Atulya, the Incredible. So Culture the diverse must be the innocent guy, then why do we blame him for titanic problems like a Lagging Nation? But Nehru came out with a theory that performs two very important functions. One: It justifies the verdict on culture the culprit up to some extent… Second: It motivates me to formulate my own explanation which I will reveal later.

According to Nehru, US, Australia, France, Germany and Japan were actually the new-born nations and India was an old lady who was preserving her command from time unmemorable. The new-born infants were energetic, full of desires, and most essentially free from any past bondages, while the old lady had lived a long life, and was full of traumas, ordeals, and shocks of pasts. Mortal babies were young infants, unaware of time before them, while our immortal Grandma was carrying with her old memories, from time when, first the handsome Aryans came and attacked, then dashing Mauryans came and conquered, then Wise guptas came and ruled, followed by Rowdy south Cholas and Pandyas who again killed. Prithiviraj tried to insert a romantic twist, but it got twisted by Ghori. Then ruled the royal, most attractive, most magnificent, from the background of Tamerlane, the Chagatai blooded Mongols, the Mughals. Then came Marathas, and finally the bleached Englishmen. The old lady was reluctant to leave behind these memories of conquest over her by men of unknown lands, even when her sons had finally removed every single foreign presence.

In this legacy of our Grandma she was not alone. Take for consideration some other nation like the Kung fuish China, Cheeky Malaysia, Indonesia the Langoor and Orangutan Bali, Afghanistan the Mamahluk, Kazakhstan, Israel, Mecidonean Egypt, other African countries, where a strong historically significant past is proved. You will realize many similarities in the mentality of their citizens and us. Malaysia, Indonesia, Bali, exude Indian culture. A prominent Indian Writer Late Acharya Chatursen had even mentioned Bali Sumatra, and other south Asian Nations as being integral of the Indian sub-continent about 3000 years back, in his epic award winning Non-Fiction work "Vayama Rakshamaha". If we keep aside their capitalist approaches and excessive liberal policies, the conditions of these South Asian  nations is exactly the same as ours today. Afghanistan, Kazakhstan displayed Mongolian and Turkish presence who kept a much radical approach towards sensitive issues like women, education, and religion and that reflects its implications in the form of continuous terror acts and slumber sluggish governance present there. China expresses a great deal of cultural hierarchy. Their tales of Ninjas, Samurais, Yin-Yang theories, I-ching, a grand presence of diversified linguists all resembles with India; and today even they posses the same situation as India, may it be population, corruption, governance or crime with the only difference being in their policies and governmental structure. 

With this explanation, Nehru was focusing on the heavy cultural background that India was dragging on her shoulders. US, France, Germany did not have such an old continuous linkage. They were new-comers and were free to act in any manner, making colonies, oppressing people, fighting wars, but we were dragging so much of our diversified-history with ourselves that acting like them was not possible, and this was causing the lag in India’s growth.

This was how Nehru interpreted the reason of lagging growth of India, declaring our ‘past and its continuous association with every passing day’ and in a manner the diverse culture that was always present and abstained any breakage in this continuous linkage of time belonging to India.

Nehru had finished his first task of justifying his verdict over the guilty culture for a dragging growth, back in 1957, and now it is time to reveal his second task. His supposedly deliberate deed of motivating me to part myself from this Historiographical approach and present a sociological perspective to this interrogation on India’s lagging growth. So while I bring a sociological and completely economical insight into this comprehension of India’s Lagging growth and the Policy Paralysis, spend some good time. And perhaps it will be of great aid if you could provide me with a descent name for our supposedly upcoming new music-band. 

Till then…Thnx for reading!!

THE IMP€RIAL COLLAPSE

It is 6 pm 6 minutes 6 seconds. Melancholy dull grey clouds have already acquired the night sky stage. Streets and Motorways although appear customary under the dishonest veil of darkness, but what lies behind this unreal reality is a state of mind skilled to snatch slumber out of eyes, bliss out of lives, and skull hairs out of ever-complaining wives. Proceeding further with anxiety and distress under the draconian figure of triple 6 I allow myself to reveal this devilish state which has clutched Athens underneath it’s lengthier than law hands. I present to you the fresh yet timeworn, the formulated yet prophesised state, the state crushing every other under its gigantuous foot baptized “Speculation the uncertain”, raise your hands for,

Our Majesty-  “Di-prrrrrre-son”(pronounced as Di-pre-shun, and spelled as Depression).

However do not trouble yourself with the wrong notion of making Athens or Greece(for that matter) the prey of our Majesty, for they are under assault of Jove, but our Majesty has attacked more brutally, upon the core of Athens, upon the conscious of Greeks(mind the ‘r’). But given the present state of ‘r’ bothering Greeks, had our Majesty hit their Nation, then their next stop would definitely had been the house of Hades. However deterring myself to involve in solving complex theories of Greek Gods, let me explain the cause of agitation of our Majesty, which induced him to erupt his wrath over Greeks. The ‘r’ minding Greek government had decided to adopt the demon slayer (to slay the Trojan- The Debt Crisis), the equally satanic AM (“Austerity measures”), and by the wish of heavens our Majesty and the demon slayer march together. Austerity means strict severity and harsh rules. A condition when public servant salaries are negotiated to all time low, interest rates are sky rocketed. A condition when young underemployed demonstrating youth coupled with rotten irritated over grown adults demanding bonuses and pension hikes respectively are humiliated and kicked, leaving wet eyes and pants.

Gentle Ladies as well as men, I bring to you the epic insight into the European crisis.

The European Union accepted Croatia as its newest and 27^th member, in the starting of 2012(the devilish year). Granting a six month period to Croatia, it asks them to adopt Euro as their national currency. Noticing the optimistic European Unionists with deep comprehension I find in them a rotting pride, pride blameable to kick Drachma from Greece, and Franc from France, pride which they took over their currency “Euro”. The world all-around, now look at this pride as their foolishness while they perceive it as a shame, for what had troubled them as a budget concern some few years back had ended up in a serious world-wide crisis.

The Eurozone System was framed with 17 partner European nations, who had joined hands for a better financial future. But what had been their most glorious step towards this dream came out to be the cause of its demise. What came out of the magic box was to have a common Currency, and henceforth a common Monetary Policy. They believed that a common currency would ensure stabilisation of economies of member nations, since they would export and import at same rates. There would be no strain of exchange rates and they could proceed to formulate a world Currency, The “Euro” (soon to be called khud-ro). To achieve this they appointed the best Aryan raced, Alexander sired economists who articulated the best of the policies. Lime lights of these policies: no member nation could set its own interest rates nor could anyone print money (as it would devaluate Euro). But the System missed out to set a common fiscal policy(There biggest mistake). There came no barricade and restrictions on, how much was to be expended, taxed, and most important “borrowed”, by member nations.

Just as we have Ashok Gehlot’s Rajasthan and Arjun Munda’s Jharkhand in India the Incredible, even Europe the terrible claims its own jewels. They have Ireland the hairy red dwarf, Portugal the baker, Spain the bull-fighter, Cyprus the peaceful, Italy the Marrrrgarrrreto d pizzah d paaasthah d Rrrroman Empirrruh, and not to pardon the gang boss, land of Gods, Gladiators and ‘r’ bothering Greeks, the Hellenic Republic of Greece. And with cent per cent accuracy the gang boss feasted the draconian limbo dance upon the entire of Europe. The Greek government failed to realize their nonstop wrong decisions, expended more than their capacity to regenerate, and exhausted uncontrollably on wages and pensions. Later did they comprehend, that their fiscal deficit (explained ahead) and debt was increasing further and further, and soon the issue became a serious concern with increasing debts and decreasing Euro’s exchange rate value. Red hairy dwarfs, bakers, peaceful bull-fighters, and paasthah eating Rrrroman Empirrruh, all contributed their tiny kilo-byte equally indispensable efforts(like racing each other in the fiscal deficit figure leaving the 3% of GDP mark set by European Union’s Aryan race economists way behind ), to multiply this debt concern into an all-time currency crisis. (Allow me to spread my knowledge and digest the principles that Fiscal Deficit is the amount of Government expenditures that are left after deducing the total government revenue from it; and debt is the Reshami Karzz engaged from other nations.)

This collaborated generosity of the ever ready courteous member nations finally bore the juicy cauliflower. The glorious, dazzling light, father of many sons, husband of many wives, monarch of the world… the European Debt Crisis(EDC)!

The debt crisis is a tensed condition (prophesised by officially appointed soothsayers around 2009 circa, due to increasing debts across Europe), wherein many European Nations have been unable to repay their debts without a third-party assistance (which is, either the satanic demon-slayer AM who showered his wet blessing over Greece or it is the fresh new upcoming western flick!).

The Eurozone system of 17(recapped of my limitless, 17 runs wicket on roof cricket due to the silly nervous feeling by the slang- satra pe khatra!!) members, had to unanimously conclude on a joint decision for all nations (which isn’t easy), which in critical times becomes a cumbersome and dragged procedure making it an ineffective mechanism to deal with sweet-smelling cauliflowers like EDC. Furthermore the poor banking system of Union (uncertain rates, blurred policies), could not protect the falling banks of ailing European nations. Bankers play the game on reality, not on morality. Realising the weakening of Euro, they stepped back from the land of Conquerors (sell the damnation currency and run, they yelled). As a result the value and respect of Euro fell from a height with such haste that Bankers, and finance ministers started to speculate the very existence of Euro as a World currency. News channels stopped the undesired unwanted tales of “Aaj suniye suraj ki awaaz!”, “Kesse aayega Maha-Vinaash!!!” and “Mil gaye Raam!!!!!”, applying breaks, to telecast the latest, fresh new breaking news with heavy ad-breaks and the by-far The most deadly headline “Euro khattam!!...Ab HEXA hogi duniya ki nayi Mudra!!!! ” ****** Chaurasiya with camera man *****.

Under such heavy bulky grey draconian clouds of finance ministers and nerd cameramen, our Majesty set out to unleash his fury over the Greeks, for they had requested aid from the demon slayer(The rage of our Majesty rationalizes the satanic nature of AM). Greeks had been rejected by the second “third-party assistance”, the fresh new face from west (Brussels, the capital of European Union), titled Bailout, the instant spray (mind the product just provides instant relief, it does not heals), for he was tired of spraying and further spraying would not help at all. European Nations were rocketing in their figures, with budget deficits as follow:

Greek nerds: 13% of GDP;

Bull-Fighters: 11.4% of GDP;

Bakers: 9.4% of GDP.

Such is the unreal reality that persists beyond the trickery mask of customary darkness. These poor fellows are under the combined ire of, our Majesty, demons and the pure Aryan race Alexander sired economists, for their policies prevent these damn-nations to neither lower interest rates! Nor they are allowed to devalue the currency by printing it! This has left Euro as a much weakened currency, which is affecting the entire world. It is damaged and is sinking, strengthening other currencies like US dollar which then toughens against minorities and backwards classes such as INR and YEN, and their effects are felt everywhere, on earth, heavens and in washrooms(early morning).

Now allow me to veil up the curtains and conclude this epic insight of  Aryans, Gehlots, rrrrrs, chaurasiyas with cameramen, and our Majesty, the “Di-prrrrrre-son”,  drafting it finally with three supporting pillars:

Wrong financial policy>>>>Erroneous decisions makers>>>>Band Baaja Baarat

Thank you.

Have a good day!

The ₹ise!!

The world around us is an amazing place, poised with infinite flat plains, astonishingly vast stretches of rocky rugged reliefs and the unfathomably glorious giant composed blue oceans. With the merger of its colleague called “Nature” it gives life to an immeasurable expanse of bio-diversity flora fauna and uncountable amazing creatures, and human is by-far the most remarkable design. A spicy blend of emotions, creativity, natural intelligence, self-growth, and adaptability, is what produces the animal called human-manav-manushya. Now allowing myself to proceed towards more important issues of life than to get involved in histories of lost time, I introduce to you a brief encounter of what we call “Human Nature”. Yes the very nature responsible for providing you more pain when your friend secures top position and you stand last, than when he had failed.

Now you may think what brings me in this handsome early-monsoon weather to talk about HUMAN NATURE, while I could have enjoyed Sajini (Jal-the band) on my guitar… The answer to this is that there is a force…a leverage…a sort of  pressure exerted upon me by a white mammal. This mammal was born brown but time has taken its toll and now the mammal is white, white as milk, white as Neil Nitin Mukesh. And he is not alone, for there is a complete army of them. All pure white with their looks but jet black with their deeds. White as Dalai lama, but black as Barak Obama. Explaining the riddles and sliding the curtains allow me to reveal my mammal, my protagonist…..Palaniappan.

What? You didn’t recognise him? Arree, he’s our home minister! Presenting before you, Mr Palaniappan Chitambaram. Yes Mr. Chitambaram, our pure white Harvard mammal, white as Neil, compelled me to talk about human nature. He says that middle class people can spend ₹20/- for a Vadilal or Creambell but cannot digest a ₹1/- rise in grain prices. At this moment enters Human Nature… the argument may seem to be correct on both the sides(Have a look..).

Middle class: We got that brother-in-law elected. We brought him in power, was it for this that, that brother-in-law could raise prices every now and then and could dance on our heads??

PC: Middle class justifies ₹20/- but condemns ₹1/-! Idiots!

For a momentary period this two sided argument may induce you to think that both are correct on their parts(Leaving aside my smart readers who do not get persuaded by Middle class nor by home ministers).

But I assure you will not return empty handed from this page, for since I have raised this double sided argument, I will even proceed to solve it.

Imagine a middle class who proceeds to enjoy a Vadilal or Creambell or Amul after a satisfying dinner…interrupts…interrupts…interrupts…I am sorry but allow me to rewind the scene a little bit for my wacky imagination is preventing me to proceed further. So the rosy fingered child of morning, “Dawn” has arrived straight from heaven and now he is proceeding towards MC(Middle class)….. What?...

So MC gets up in his bed, moves towards Washroom, switching off fans. Inserts the tooth-brush in his mouth and allows the bucket to get filled. Gets prepared for office, eats his oat meal and leaves in his car. In office, before lunch he is encountered with his colleague, and let me grab the opportunity to quote the conversation…

“Hey MC no. 1!”

“Hi ya MC no 2, Whach ya up to man?”

“Nothin much buddy, Whach ya doin tonight”

“Din thought of it, Why?”

“Say what, lets eat McD”

“McD then it is babe…..”

He then proceeds towards his lunch. After a day full of tiredness he returns home at 7pm, gets changed and leaves for McD. After eating tikkis and Aaloos comes the CLIMAX!!

Now he proceeds towards the ice cream(THE mighty softy!). MRP ₹10/- takes two-pays ₹20/-, but is asked for ₹3/- more! He questions what for, comes the deadly reply which he cannot argue……VAT sir!

But but…I don’t have change! I’ve a ₹100/- note! Don’t worry Sir, we have plenty of change(thinks: brother-in-law VAT… will get my ₹100/- note OPENED!!!!)

And finally he returns to home in his car and retires for bed.

Now finally after all that relentless efforts of my idiotic brain I reveal the motive behind the above story-telling. When Chitambaram points me that I am a useless idiot who criticizes ₹1/- rise and refuses to show slightest of resistance on paying for a ₹20/- ice cream, I want to tell him that YES I have my right to protest against the rise! And I have attained that right every day and every moment. From getting awake in morning, and switching off the fans and lights before I leave my room, for you(PC) and your state govt. raise the price of electricity unit up to ₹4.35/connection/month, and are still unable to provide 24x7 electricity facility in entire state. From preventing myself to let go any drop of water wasted, for you are again absorbed in investing up to ₹35/- lakh/building in commodes but nowhere comparable in providing water facilities(Leave aside your planners, who plan greatly for themselves, Remember Reverend Montek Ahluwallia quoting that “what got into toilets is PLANNED EXPENDITURE!!”). From the self-explanations that I give on increased prices of sugar that I use to sweeten my equally costly milk and  heat them over my stove which consumes a gas that rises suddenly by ₹50/- or so, to a not so luxury car which consumes an oil that grows like anything…anything to an unexpected ₹8-₹9/- all of a sudden! (allow me to quote Reverend Montek sir again: ”Either raise diesel prices or tax diesel cars. Ha Ha !!”) So that neither am I left with a car nor with an oil. Then finally paying more on pulses, rice, grains you(PC) try to cheat me with an ice-cream? So Answer me why do you take 15% VAT on a 31/7^th filled ice cream cones?

Robbing me from the start of my day  you steal me of all my money every day every moment with complete Planning! Make me pay more every new week in one or other different item. The more I try to save the more you plan to make me expend. If this had been a mere ₹1/- rise, Middle class all over India would have appreciated you but this is a disguised increase, a mere depiction of the unstoppable increases that you impose on what not items, that too with a frequency even defeating vibrations of a Nokia Lumina. And finally concluding with the Human Natures of white Harvard mammoths, MCs, and Planners, my gentle reminder to you(PC), that less than half filled softies not more than ₹8/- worth(even though I pay ₹10/- + ₹1.5/-VAT per piece) are not eaten every day, but rice and other grains are everyday necessities.

Our ministers should realize that they are not raising merely the price of rice but many commodities which come into everyday use. See even if an average family eats 6 kgs of rice in a month it would merely cost them ₹6/- extra, but the increase is seen on all commodities such as gas(usually ₹50/-) petrol, sugar, milk, pulses, flour, and we pay extra on these items every day. Just for helping you to get an estimate, even if you drive 520 kms in a month, that too on a 2-wheeler giving you a mileage of say 40 kms/ltr(cars give much less) then you are made to pay around ₹110/- extra(considering around ₹9/- hike in petrol). And this hike is for all sections of a society(its not that the lower sections are being provided subsidy by government hence they are the most severe hit). If a state decides to shift their revenue burden on commodities other than necessities then they can remove state taxes imposed upon petrol, which can reduce fuel prices by ₹5-₹6/-(This step has been taken by Manohar Parrikar(CM Goa state) in Goa where the prices are around ₹36/- per litre.)

The government should realize that we are not upset on a mere ₹1/- rise but on this collective scenario of inflation and reducing growth rate which is affecting us in form of a disguised ₹1/- rise!

This is my courteous attempt to illustrate a current situation in economy. I am sure my perception and attempt to present it with the help of this article will offend many of you, as you would be supportive to the home minister’s statements. Several of you can easily ask me, that although public will not be burdened by a mere ₹1/- rise but the revenue collected by the government with this ₹1/- rise would be huge, that would ultimately help the ailing government and country. To this argument I am ready to explain the reality that persists, and how efficiently that revenue generated will be used, and I would love to explain it but if someone of you enquires. I welcome you to share with me your counter views, and I will try to correct my mistakes.

Thank you for reading.

Regards!

The Journey

There was a man way back in 1942, prisoned in the Ahmednagar jail. Submerged in the gloomy lonely atmosphere of the prison he decided to give words to a soil. He took upon his shoulders the enourmous responsibility of declaring the past and asserting the future, showing no sign of reluctance. With larger than life excitement to put INDIA on words Nehru decided the fate of what was to be identified as “The Discovery of India”. Remembering him with same consciousness, which had urged him 70 years earlier to indulge in deciding fates and declaring histories, I have provided myself with a fairly hesitant permission to discover the India once again.

What comes to my sudden conscience on everyday frequent encounters of this word “INDIA”? At times it is the image of a blue turban, sometimes it’s a tribal grumbling duh duh!!(Pronounced as dada), and sometimes it is a prehistoric guise of a white Bengali mammal. But Never the less and further younger each time is the refreshing vision of the Tricolour, the Tiranga(leaving aside palms and lotuses). I mean no harm to the sentiments of my readers, as I am neutral in this narration as deep as a mirror, merely reflecting the visions which fall on my retina. Moving further deep in this tricoloured cloud of everlasting optimism wherein people claim 5.3% growth rate as still growing efficiently just with some potholes on roads which they will soon get accustomed to (don’t expect they would be repaired and filled), I can see the valleys of Kashmir and the ditches of Jammu, the latter seems more deep. Do not get disheartened by the depth of valleys and ditches as coming up next equally giant is the mammoth Siachen the Glacier(no not the cricketer..) guarded by two groups of tiny green ants(one faded green other lively green) carrying forty seven AKs each and from either side. Not to forget the biggest cause of unrest for Siachen the Glacier is the deadly(no no not Headly, he comes later on, this one is more dangerous) blue Punjabi turban placed more than 900 miles away in Delhi, that always nods in a see-saw manner not to forget when faded greens commanded lively greens to surrender the GOW(Glacier of War) Siachen to them and the turban said “My pleasure Sir. How else may I help you Sir?”. No tint of slightest of Guilt in this turban(koi glani nahi….or perhaps koi nahi “Gilani”…lele yaara).

Floating on the optimism cloud and leaving Siachen the Glacier to chill out with ants I can feel a new type of chilliness in air. I have descended to the state of Uttar Pradesh and perhaps the chilliness is not ejected by the weather, but it is discharged by chillies, chillies in work, chillies in hearts, and chillies in minds of totally chilled out people, people enjoying chill-ums and pickling chillies, yes this is the staunch chilliness which flows in the air of this holy land, The land of Prince Rama and the gate to God, Hari-dwar.  But it seems in this land of Gods and chillies more domineering is the presence of cycles and mammoths(no no not GOW), it’s the more evolved form of the pre-historic beast, called the Elephant! Or more significantly “Haathi”. The entire place chills out with cycles speeding North South East and West while Haathis chasing equally furiously to separate the North from South and East from West(A chase seen never before). Equally appreciable in UtPrad are two things,
First- the restless efforts of riders(both cycles and haathis) to identify and make people realize their social status(in which India proudly accepts expertise in), dictating you are Muslim and you are pichwad or pichdaw(more often than not Dalit).
Secondly the ability of 24x7 chilling out people to fail in recognising the difference between an all time champion eater Safed (White) Haathi and a dalit bitiya(daughter of a ….. dalit). But I should not sideline The Cycles, who have managed to get gears (without clutches) and have surpassed the mammoths in their rat race of emptying the shit from the door to God, and have taken upon their handles and carriages the task of chilling(cooling) the tikha lal chilled out state from fuming crimson red to forever lush green, leaving aside their bad lucks to any vehicle(especially cars in range of Rs20 lakhs). This however guarantees the cycle speed of development.

But I would consider speeding away(like a car), towards west for this cloud of optimism has been growing thick with the thrill of smoke. Yes smoke bright jet grey, grey as Elephants, and grey as Pranab Mukherjee's bandhgala. Smoke that rises from mines, from blasts, smoke from Stone mines…the smoke that flows from west. Smoke that will kill anyone who dares to neutralise it with his or her nostrils. Just as it engulfs the lives of two stars(Sub-Insp.) every now and then. Courage at this place is a deadly genre. For this is the place of self-mind-made rules regulations laws notions and self-hand-made pottery puppets crafts and arts(Yes art of hand, “Haath ki kalakaari”). Here everything is an Art of hand, from dancing on broken glass to picking a needle with an eyelid(no no they are not Arts of leg nor eye, they are “Haath ki kalakaari”, mind the self made rules!).
You may question that this smoke rises in Dhanbad which is in East, but this is the same smoke  in all dimensions (which Dhanbad claims, thanks to filmmakers and butchers) except that the smoke here is as grey as bandhgalas running towards Rastrapati Bhawans, while the smoke there(in Dhanbad) is as black as Jamaicans running towards finish lines, for here the smoke is churned Stone while there it is crushed Coal and believe me the smoke here is equally dense but this place has no Manoj neither Anurag, all that this place has are Sons! Yes the Royal Sons! From the Royal Mothers, this place gives birth to “Shahi Putra”, born to rule on self-mind-made rules and regulations, the Raj Putra or The Rajput. Flying over Rajputaana or the So called States of Rajasthan and Gujarat(where the Rajputs are spread, not meant to contradict the logic that Gujarat broke out of Maharashtra), I can feel the Dryness, the sweat that has trenched me, for this place takes its pride two things,
One- on their Royal Soil, dry porous salty light and unparalleled mighty, and call themselves Sons of Soil(Maati ke put),
Second- on their Sons! Yes Sons, sad is the fact that this place has no respect and place for Daughters. Daughters are neglected and killed as they are born in this land of Shahi Soil, Smoke Stones and Sons. Leaving this place with its self-mind-made rules regulations laws manifestations interpretations of sons being mightier than daughters, Sons who can bring pride to the royal family while daughters are burden, Sons who engage themselves in mining coal and cultivate themselves to evolve into becoming mafias, Sons who refrain not even for a second to kill a person a police man a two star to death, being the mighty mafia of a self-governed lawed land, I end up here not to proceed further for I cannot stand more being neutral, barely reflecting my visions. The continuous narration of UtPrad and Rajputaana estate and the flaws in their working mechanism has aroused in me a deep desire to speak on those matters which are compelling and forcing me to get deviated from what I had started, as you must have felt. I end up here for I am not Nehru nor had I pledged in a prison to write the “Discovery of India part-II". I had already warned that I started with slight hesitance, for I knew my capacities. But let me have this opportunity to assert this statement that “capacities are infinite”. So go ahead with this narrative of Glaciers Mammoths Sons and Stones and continue to discover this unfathomable India with its Infinite forms, while I come back with more practical more required important everyday issues to be discussed upon right here. Concluding with my inaugural writing bid me rest as for now.

Thank you all for reading this!
Regards!