“When nothing seems to help, I go look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before.”
@ Mumbai :
Mr Krishna More lost his Passprt two months back. After making ten rounds of the government departments, they finally are ready to issue him another passport. A constable comes to his Home address at noon time. Loudspeakers were blasting out support for Anna Hazare in the Locality. “Is it Krishna Kumar?”
“Your passport is ready for issue, verified and corrected”
“Okay thank you sir, When shall i collect it?”, asks Krishna Kumar.
“You can get it now if you generously give me something for ‘Chai-Paani’ (…typical Indian term for bribe ..).
“Why are you standing out, Please come in and have a cup of tea with us. I will ask them to make a cup of tea for you”, Krishna invites the constable into his home.
“nako baba, i dont need your tea, chai- pani meant give me 500 Indian rupees”
“hey raja yeh to corruption he yaar, I will not give you even a single rupee extra”
“then now come to passport office, i will see you there”, angrily reverted the constable and left.
His parents were frigthened by the attitude of a public servant, public arrogant.
Constable Name : Mr . Jogesh Pal . Let us call him, Jog Pal or Joke Pal. Who will fight for Krishna More against this Joke Pal.
@ Hosur : “Hey Anna, gaana bajaare.” told Ramkri to the hotelwaala. Anna is an old man, who has been running the hotel from time before India’s Independence.
“Why is anna hazardous cracker kept on the table, why they put rubbish news”, Ramkri threw away the newspaper into the corner. “Same old news everyday, Angry young man rapes a silly young girl, MMS of Jhansi Girl Ragini is released in town. Old pensioner died at the pension head quarters, waiting for the third year. Poor farmer hanged himself after a Loan from State bank(s), Opposition party is sitting on a dharna. University is passing a rich man’s son. ”
“Cheap publicity, otherwise no one will read their paper”, said Nautanki Lal. “Hey Anna, who is Robert Vadawaala”
“Is he Sonia Gandhi’s son in law, Why she marry her beautiful daugther to this rag picker yaar?”
“Fate man , its pure fate. I told my son to start a Metal business so many years back, but he didnt do. ”
The waiter cleaned the table, put a glass of clean water and put the radio on, Old JVC radio cassette recorder. No FM Radio works only the AM (short wave), so its like serious dry old radio programs from AIR. More news always.
“sudheesh is so lucky that his girl friend dedicates him such lovely songs”,
“what songs, in our times we had still better songs, vande mataram was my favorite , it used to pump up energy”
“Now also pumps up, but some other things are pumped up when you see new cinemas, ”
To improve India(n) what to do?
@ work place : An american adult is not bothered about sluts(also guys & gays) walking nude in streets(even sitting next to him(her)) because (s)he might have had enough of it. During working hours, (S)he works as an adult and finishes the assigned task in work time.
A Indian will spend half or even more of his/ Her time dreaming about a Non existent slut near him(her). He will be obsessed with sex most of the time.
“If i were born in america, i could have had sex with few girls, there it is so openly available, why not in India. I am not finiding it anywhere. Why are indians not open”
Rakshak Singh is a driver who stays away from his wife for long intervals. He knows the desparation.
“It takes years to hang Kasab, months to arrest Kalmadi but minutes to arrest Anna. What democratic country India is. “, Rakshak Singh shouted from his truck after asking anna for a Strong Tea. He is a driver on the National Hiighway.
A famous song started playing in the speakers.
“angrez ne hamaari BAND bajaayi, WHITE DHOTHI ne unki band bajaayi… ..KHAKI UNDERWEAR me nikale kuch …kuch ne PINK CHADDI dikhaayi . sab ne public ko to ghanta dikhaaya… ab hey Anna tu gaana bajaare. ”
Anna was a freedom fighter, he remembers seeing Gandhi as a kid. “Yes, Gandhi had the guts. He was staunch. He put no special clothes on”
“He said India is a KarmaBhumi, India is not a BhogaBhumi, unlike our politicians who divided india into Banga Bhumi, Dravida Bhumi and Kashmira Bhumi etc ..”
“Every where you have regionalism, a Kannadiga will not entertain Malayalee at his place, a Marathi will think of regionalism, A gujarathi will think its better to hire only gujarathis at his work place etc..”
Rakshak Singh knows that his Ashok Leyland Truck needs some rest. For that Anna’s Old Motel is the best rest place.
Anna’s grandchildren all study in Bangalore, away from his village. “They are “modern indians”.”, says Anna.
What are the modern Indians doing today? Infact they do the same thing every day.
“Are you free today, I thought if you are free, we can go for a momo in the evening”. Thats the sms , good morning comes to Manju first in her mobile phone. Modern Indians cannot live without mobile phones.
“Come I will treat you Momos today” next sms.
“No yaar, I am going to attend the Slutwalk today. We can have momos next week. okie” , reply.
Sampath was in the ayurvedic treatment center for 14 days. He has changed a lot, he felt relaxed after a long time. He loves chicken fried. During the ayurveda treatment he was refrained from using a laptops and mobile phone. “Whats this slutwalk”
I heard new Skywalk is coming here, but what is this Slutwalk. Let me google it today.
“I prefer chicken momos, Oh but let me take permission from Abhishek. By the way, where is Abhishek now a days.”
An sms to Bhavana, “Get scared! Get really, really scared! And then tell us: What’s your favorite paranormal movie of all time?” from Arun.
“Indian Parliament in INOX Digital” , She replies to him.
Manju’s inbox also gets the next unread sms from Sampath. Last year this time she remembers going with shovana to shivaji nagar to eat momos for the first time in her life. That was an experiment and they ordered for Veg momos. She never liked the taste thereafter, but wanted to taste Chicken momos.
Abhishek is her husband. He goes out for business on long trips. This time he has gone to cochin. Theirs was a love marriage.
Do not judge from mere appearances; for the lift laughter that bubbles on the lip often mantles over the depths of sadness, and the serious look may be the sober veil that covers a divine peace and joy. The bosom can ache beneath diamond brooches; and many a blithe heart dances under coarse wool
She feels all alone even after the marriage. “what should i do, i feel depressed all the time “.
To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.
- Supporters of Anna Hazare in pictures (kish.in)
- Momo (makino67.wordpress.com)
- Anti-corruption activist Anna Hazare’s arrest sparks protests across India (guardian.co.uk)
- Momo at the Vajdahunyad Castle, Budapest (jodee.wordpress.com)
- Anna Hazare protests grow as Indian officials seek compromise (guardian.co.uk)
- Indian anticorruption activist Anna Hazare jailed (sfgate.com)
- Lets Not Turn This Anti-Corruption Movement Into A Circus (rounakjain.wordpress.com)
- Lokpal and JanLokpal (blogcritics.org)