List par list (of the most wanted fugitives of India)

I had the idea of this blog after reading a tweet posted by my friend. Before you read the blog you need to see a movie scene from Damini where Sunny Deol says his most famous dialouges in the court room before the judge. Here is the link for that video on you tube.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuqVpLu5nds

Now to the blog. After the killing of Osama, India again gave the list of its most wanted criminals, terrorist to Pakistan. Imagine the Home Minister is holding a press conf and Sunny Deol as a journalist asks him what are we doing for our most wanted criminals. The HM says yes we are giving them the list. Here is how Sunny Paaji will react to it.

१९९३ में bomb ब्लास्ट हुए और हमने उन्हें पहले लिस्ट दी. उसके बाद १९९९ में कंदहार अपहरण हुआ और हमने उन्हें दी एक लिस्ट. फिर २००१ में संसद पर हमला हुआ और हमने उन्हें ईद सिर्फ एक लिस्ट. अब २०११ में ओसामा मर गया और फिर भी हम उन्हें दे रहे सिर्फ एक लिस्ट. आगे चल के और कई हमले होंगे और आप उन्हें देंगे सिर्फ एक लिस्ट. इस तरह पूरा देश में सिर्फ बनती रहे लिस्ट, जो इन हमलो में मारे गए हैं. और उसके बाद भी आप उन्हें देंगे एक लिस्ट. लिस्ट पर लिस्ट, लिस्ट पर लिस्ट, दी जा रही हैं होम मिनिस्टर साहब लेकिन कोई करवाई नहीं की जा रही. दी जा रही तो सिर्फ एक लिस्ट.

दो लिस्ट देने की बीच में कई और मोस्ट वांटेड बनाये जाते हैं. दो लिस्ट के बीच में कई और हथियार और bomb ख़रीदे जाते हैं. कई और जगह हमले होते हैं, कई और लोग इन हमले में मर जाते हैं और खुद बन जाते हैं एक लिस्ट. हर हमले के बाद हिन्दुस्तानी आस लगाये बैठते की अब कुछ करवाई की जाएगी और उनके मुंह पर मारी जाती हैं यह लिस्ट. जो आतंकवादी पकडे गए हैं, उन्हें सजा देने के बजे हम बनाते हैं और के लिस्ट. होम मिनिस्टर साहब, इन हमले में जो लोग मारे गए हैं उनके परिवार वालो की, जो इन हमलो में जीवन भर के लिए अपाहिज हो गए उन सबकी निगाहे आप पर टिकी हैं आप पर. जल्दी कुछ कीजिये मिनिस्टर साहब नहीं तो आप भी बन जायेंगे एक लिस्ट (भूतपूर्व मंत्रियो की)

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My 1st Encounter with Mumbai Rains

Being a Mumbaikar for last 13 years, I have seens many faces of the Mumbai Rains. Sometimes fascination, sometimes romantic, sometimes angry and some time disastorous. I like the city when its soaked in rain waters and covered with clouds. I love to see the vehicle speeding on roads and splashing waters on both the sides. I like to see the sea waves hitting hard on the walls of sea shore on Marine Lines.

I have two or three very emotional memories of the mumbai rains. The Mumbai rains are as unpredictable as the City itself.

I came here on 13th Aug 1997 for my higher studies. With great difficulty I was able to complete my admissions in the college on 16th Aug 1997. The college was to start on 25th Aug and I had a whole week. My father left for the native place on 16th evening itself. I was staying at my Aatya’s house. My cousin sister had been bed ridden as she had polio and had been operated six months ago. Actually she was the one who had strongly stood behind me that I should come to Mumbai for my higher studies.

She was not keeping well from 10th Aug or so and could not sleep the whole night. She was having breathing problems. After check up from a specialist doctor we decided to admit her to the KEM Hospital on 21st Aug. In the afternoon we reached the hospital.
In the afternoon when we had left for hospital the skies were clear and there was no indication of any rains. But from around 3.00 pm it started drizzling. Me, my uncle and cousin brother stayed there till the evening and then we left for our home. It had been a very tiring day and went to sleep immediately after a light dinner.

Suddenly at around 2.30 AM in the morning I heard the door bell ringing continuously. I was bit scared. My cousin brother was still asleep. I opened the door and found the neighbour standing there. That was the period when we did not had a landline at Aatya's home and Cell phones were a luxury. So any communication used to happen through this neighbours phone line. He was saying something but I was still not fully consious. I only understood that there was a phone call from hospital. By the time I reached there my brain cells were activated and i remembered everything. I was praying that everything is Ok. But I was wrong. God was not in a mood to listen my prayers or rather my prayers were late. My sister was no more!!! We had to rush to the hospital immediately. I ran towards home and told my brother about the call. We got ready and as soon as got down, we realized the trains won’t be running at this time and the rains had started pouring in. As we were fast asleep both of us never knew that it had rained so much. Water was already logged at the New Era Theatre Square near Malad station. I was praying that we do not encounter any more water blockades and we reach there in time. We took a taxi and started our journey. The Rain Gods were extremely happy on Mumbai that day. It was raining like anything. Despite of the vipers put on, the driver was having difficulty to see the road ahead. Luckily the roads ahead were clear in we reached there in half an hour.

By morning we had informed everybody of the death and were waiting for our residence society people to come to the hospital. The rains which started somewhere in the evening previous day were pouring in like anything and disrupted the city's normal life including its life line the local train services. The people from the residence society had started at around 4.30 in the morning but hadn’t reached till 7.00. By this time me and my brother completed the hospital formalities and took the custody of the dead body. My Aatya was unconsolable and was continuously crying. She was accusing the Doctors of not taking enough care of her child.

Everything was totally new for me. The city, the rains, the hospital atmosphere. That was the night, which brings goosebumps on my body even today when I remember it. At one point of time, Aatya was sitting near my sister's dead body on the cot and my brother was in the Hospital Office signing papers. I was standing alone in a huge corridor. I was scared to hell.

The people from our society reached at 7.30 AM. As the formalaties were already over, we hired an Ambulance and started our journey back. We reached our society at round 9.30 AM. The rains had caused water logging and there by traffic jams. Some of the relatives had already reached there, while some had already started in morning from Thana but were stuck in between. We had to hold up the funeral rituals till they reach. As the cell phones were not for middle class people at that time, we were unable to contact them.

Somehow the relatives reached there at around 1.00 PM. There after we took the body to the Smashan and finished the funeral at around 3.30 to 4. Luckily the rains had stopped at around 12.00 in the afternoon. But there were light showers from time to time.

That was my first encounter with the Mumbai Rain. A pretty bad experience.

KASAB

What an irony it is for our country? In the last 10-15 years, India has been attacked by the terrorists innumberable times and in almost all major cities of India. For most of these incidences, the people who did it were never caught. From the very few who were caught, most of them were released as the police and the prosecution, were not able to prove them guilty. And a very few were held, booked, brought to the law, proved guilty and punished with death sentence (only Afzal Guru and Kasab are the names I can remember). Unfortunately, for these two people we have our Human Rights Commission and some of the people coming forward and asking "mercy" for him. They say allow him to reconcile his sins.

MERCY, for Kasab!!!!! You must either be kidding me or still under toxication of the fluid you took last night!!!! Does this man deserve mercy?

1)From the little knowledge I have of this man, he himself had gone to the terrorist organisation. Nobody had forced him. It might have been for money, but he knew what he was doing.
2)He fired indescriminetely at the people at CST, Kama Hospitabl, people on the streets. He was enjoying his act.
3)It never feels that he is sorry for his deeds. He had said once during the trial, but later denied everything. This, the legal experts feel, was his attempt to misguide the court.

And what will happen if he do not hang him and give him life sentence. The Govt of India will keep on spending crores of our hard earned tax money, on this ba****d. For his security, for feeding him etc. Then one fine day there will be another IC 814 hijacking, and he alongwith few of his brothers will be set free.

So why take the risk. Just kill him and send him to his Jannat. Some argue that awarding him gallows will be an easy route for him. So here are few of the other punishments for him.

PEOPLE OF WEAK HEARTS OR WHO DO NOT LIKE VIOLENCE, PLEASE DO NOT READ THE BELOW.

1) Each week one of his nails should be uprooted. Each month one of his fingers should be cut. Each quarter one of his legs/hands should be cut. Lastly when he is almost to die, firecrackers should be bursted around him and between his thighs.
2) He should not be allowed to sleep. Whenever he sleeps, he should be beaten up with blows and kicks. (Film Wanted).
3) Everyday, he should be tied upside down and a bag full of hungry mices should be tied to his face.
4) Each day there should be one wound made on his body, with a blade.

Some of the people may find this cruel, but I think it is cruelty to the cruel.
It is true that AN EYE FOR AN EYE WILL LEAVE THE WHOLE WORLD BLIND. But I will prefer this situation rather than having the people of my side blind only.

I also pray that KASAB doesn't go the AFZAL GURU way. Afzal Guru was awarded a death sentence in 2005 and still he is still not hanged and there is no possibility of his hanging in near future atleast. Government is making every possible attempt to delay the decision making. If Kasab's case also goes that way, that it would be SHAME FOR ALL OF US AND ALSO TO THE MARTYRS like Karkare, Kamte, Salaskar, NSG Commondos and for Havaldar Omble the most because he laid down his life to capture this animal live.

13 and still counting

Last Wednesday was the Ramnavmi Day. Exactly 13 years ago on the Ramnavmi Day of 1997I had reached Mumbai for making a career. I was 22 then, just appeared for B Com Final Exam and preparing for the CET for MBA Entrace to Maharathra Colleges. I wanted to do a crash course of the exam and that was the reason I was here.

I had been to Mumbai earlier, but it was under the able guidance of my parents. This time I was on my own. The only thing was, I had a place to stay. I joined the classes. The huge rush in Mumbai City was pretty exciting for a me as the normal life in Akola was quite easy. No rush at all. It was exactly reverse over here. Everybody seemed to be in rush and nobody seemed to have to have time.

I finished the course, appeared for the CET, got 9th Rank from my university, was 1st amongst boys in B Com Final Exam from the LRTCC (Laxmibai Radhakisan Toshniwal Commerce College) and yet landed in a relatively new and unreputed MBA college in Mumbai. The college started in Aug 1997. Being a shy, introvert kind of person from outside Mumbai, it was tough for me in the beginning. Whenever there use be presentations I literally had shivers. But I was not alone. We were a group of friends who were from outside Mumbai. We all were in the same boat. But as the time passed, our confidence grew. The results of the first two semesters helped boost the confidence.

3rd and 4th Semesters would be the university exam. 3rd Sem was the most tough one. I was amonst the only 35-40% of our batch who cleared the 3rd Sem exams. Later I cleared the 4th Sem as well, but was unemployed. During the last year of course, many things happened that hampered the job market adversely. A big hedge fund in US had collapsed in 1998 (never knew I would be working in company related to this hedge fund a decade after), India and Pakistan had done Nuclear Tests in May 1998 were imposed with all sorts of sanctions by the countries world over. The South East Asian Currency collapse had happened in recent past. In short, the jobs in the financial markets had dried up. My friends who had majored in Finance had taken jobs in sales and marketing field. I was not even getting that. From mid May 1999 to Aug 1999 I was unemployed. I had decided that once I complete my 4th Sem I would not call for money from my Parents. But after two three months also when I was unemployed, I had no other option that to call for the money. I had tears in my eyes while doing that. Not that my father said anything or he couldn't afford it but somehow I felt really bad doing that.
Later I got the job, changed the job thrice and have now settled in Mumbai. I am PAKKA MUMBAIKAR now. Thanks to the Almighty in these thirteen years I have gained so much, knowledge, experience, money, purchased two flats, sold one of them, got married, was blessed with a daughter, got so many new and good friends. The only thing I could not gain was Weight.

I had my shares of bad memories as well, but the good memories are more than them and I am thankful to the God for this. I wish the God Almighty continues blessing me all through out my life.

Agle Baras Tu Jaldi AAAAAAAAA

This is one my older posts poted on the Ganesh Visarjan Day last year. I am reposting it here FOR YOUR EYES ONLY.

Today’s day of Ganesh Visarjan always brings a bag of mixed emotion. Throughout the day you feel excited due to the processions of the beloved Bappa. The beats of the drums, dhols energises you. The visuals of males, females, kids, older people dancing in front of the idol makes you steps move too. But as the day ends I start feeling little saddened. I am sure that happens with most of you specially people living in Maharashtra or Mumbai. As the day comes to end, the sights of empty pandals without the Bappa, tired people going back to their home, small kids crying as Bappa is not with them makes you feel a little sad.



This day also brings the sweet old memories. As a child I used to wait for this day. The day would begin, with Aai preparing sweets for Ganeshji on his way back. The sweets would be the Khoya Modak and Khoya Karanjis. Wow, the only mention of the sweets brings water to my mouth. Later in the afternoon, we use to for the Visarjan. All the friends use to accompany each others Ganeshjis. After the Visarjan of all the Ganeshjis in the area, we use to go to the main procession where all the Big Ganesh Mandals in Akola use to join. Once there, we use to join any of the mandals and use to dance our heat out. I remember, in 1993 we were dancing till 1.00 AM and then returned home. Suddenly at around 4 in the morning I felt like somebody was shaking me up. Later I came to know that it was a earthquake. That was the Latur earthquake which had tremors felt in Akola too.



Later all the friends in our Area started our own Ganpati Mandal, called the Abhinav Ganeshotsav Mandal. We arranged the Ganpati for around 7 years in our Area. That too was fun. We would start roaming in all the area collecting funds for the Ganpati. Simaltaneously, work like ordering the Idol, arranging for the Band Party, Truck, Prasad for the 10 days, etc use to go on. After the Stapna of Ganeshji, we use to take turns being watchman at the Pandal. The 10 days would pass like 10 hours. After the Visarjan when the Pandal use to brought down, it would always bring tears in my eyes. Later when I moved to Mumbai and most of the friends went out of Akola for their studies and jobs, this Mandal was closed down.



I really wonder who must of thought of this slogan



GANPATI BAPPA MORYA, PUDCHYA VARSHI LAVKAR YA. We all know Bappa is going to come next year as well, but still out of our love for him, our faith in him and our worship for him, everybody shouts on top his/her voice



GANAPTI BAPPA MORYA, PUDCHYA VARSHI LAVKAR YAAAAAAAAAAAA