Technically India represents the biggest democracy in the world. The general election kicks off on 7th April. India has 543 roughly equal constituencies. 35 states and territories account for nearly 810m voting people. With numerous political parties like BJP, Indian National Congresss, BSP, AAP, and many more fighting for the throne. Every party is pulling its opponent leg. Political campaigns and rallies are on fire. Political parties are not missing a single chance in trading with emotional sentiments of its country people“We have done this …..We will do that.” . For obvious reasons winning is the primary motto. They are doing there best and worst.
Youth “born free”accounts for greater volume in voter list, everyone is in a political affair. Morning works, Lunch hours, eve gatherings all are flooded with political talks. Newly listed voters are in midst of a political revolution which is about to witness an unexpected turnover in this Parliament elections. People are witnessing a wind of change this time. Young India is asking “What has really been done?”, “They ask what their future is likely to be?”, “Are girls safe ?”. Such voters care less about caste and religion, and more about economic prospects. Older voters care more about identity group. There are millions of issues from Kashmir to Andaman both selfish and selfless. Casting vote and electing a deserving candidate can solve thousands of them.
1950 generation was content to be ruled and lorded over. 2014 Youth are no longer a content.Our ambitions are magnified now, dreams are technically renovated; we talk growth, comfort and an unchallenged freedom.
Acting just as standers results in no good if you really wanna change things and get up, cast your vote or just sit home cribbing about the bad situations prevailing in our country. Awareness campaigns for voting are everywhere from malls to roadsides. Some just ask you to vote for your country while others delivering tips to be a smart voter. The steps outlined below are designed to help you judge a candidate.
Decide what you are looking for in a candidate.
Find out about the candidates.
Gather materials about the candidates.
Evaluate candidates stand on issues.
Check out about their leadership qualities.
Learn how other people view the candidate.
There are political parties which tries to lure voters for money and goodies-in-kind, such as clothes and booze. These kind of voting group are a harm for themselves and others. Report them for your own better cause and do remember.
You can bring your children, younger brother, sister anyone under age 18 into the voting booth with permission. It’s a way to teach civic responsibility.
More than 100 book titles (I have lost count) to his name still he always said “I have no great opinion of myself as a writer“. Mr. Singh was a member of Rajya Sabha from 1980 through 1986. Awarded the Padma Bhushan but he returned the award in protest against the siege of the golden temple. In 2007 Indian govt awrded him Padma Vibhushan. Self proclaimed “dirty old man of Indian journalism“. I could easily say Indian Journalism has lost its most vibrant personality.
As the name suggests, “Khushwant” means jolly. He was a jolly and lucky fellow. He was an atheist, A sikh who never visited Gurudwara but he believed in sharing good things in life. He was probably the most influential writer in my life. His books cater the tastes of those who like to read spicy hot stuff like they relish ‘chat’ on the crowded road sides. I owe a debt of gratitude to him for bringing smile on my face during my poisoned mood. I am yet to read his works but his classics “Train to Pakistan“, “Company of women“, “Burial at sea” are my all time favorite and have no words for “Delhi: a Novel”.
He even has his epitaph ready;
Here lies one who spared neither man nor God,
Waste not your tears on him, he was sod,
Writing nasty things he regarded as great fun,
Thank the Lord he is dead, this son of a gun.
I am going to miss him so much. I wish he could write from ——the other side.
We all are likely to get enslaved in despair, agony, depression, anguish, pain…with or without our conscience or permission. Love which was earlier brightest or most passionate burns you to restlessness. We start with erasing the messages, deleting the numbers, burning the cards, tossing the presents in dustbin and try to move on. We try to forget who that person was for us; we accept that they aren’t that person anymore.
Its not the moving on which is difficult. You keep turning back to see if there are any remnants of what you sowed or it is spoiled beyond your imagination. You try to close your eyes to the things you don’t want to see but you cant stop heart from feeling what you don’t want to. It hurts when the people you know become the people you knew.
When someone leaves without a reason, it becomes a sore point, a point of no return. You feel lost. The pain culminates into anger, frustration, regret and hopelessness and a question—Why did you allow yourself and your happiness to be dependent on one person? the answer is…Love can make or break, give or take, mourn and elate, but love also brings maturity.
You don’t need to abuse her and fight her. You have to remind yourself that she may continue to live in your heart but there was no way, she could have lived in your life. Try not to remember half the things you will never forget, vomit the anger and pain and do remember a new muse for the broken heart is as necessary as new strings for a guitar that loses its rhythm.
Do remember there is no provision of “just good friends” with someone you loved once, the feelings fade with time or injury, but they never die. Accept the anonymity. You must know what is dead must be buried before it deforms to something ghastly. It will hurt you for a first few weeks, maybe even months but you don’t need to be hopeless because
My business was with the next hall but i keep admiring things….
1…2…3….4 counting started so does she started moving in vanity. She became the most happening thing around me. With every step she was claming a part of mine. She was wearing a scarlet red and white jersey with really short sleeves looking unbearably hot. She was dancing and acting at the same time; she was smiling and faking together. I was in a parallel universe. Her expression has been my heart undoing. Waving head in air, her eyes caught my gaze. The show ended.
I hated dancing before my eyes saw her. Now I want to spend hours dancing with her furnishing all the moves. I will memorize every single step with my closed eyes. I will become the best dancer that I never was if she will be my partner.
HAVE YOUR HEART INSURANCE IF YOU ARE A PEEPING-TOM.
They were in a relationship , something happened, he broke her heart and she tortured his feelings, now they are friends but they still care about each other, they know each others darkest secret, She cant see him irritated and he can do anything for her happiness. They talk everyday. They cant live apart in same cities. Their choices are same, tastes have no difference. They are always together in each others good or bad. They still have fights, they abuse each other but they don’t stop caring for each other. She is always good for him.
There is a another she. He loves her. She is the most real thing ever happened to him. They tried to be in a relationship, but everything got worst between them, they barely talk but he is still stuck with her.They are nevermore together in each others good or bad. He still thinks about her during his moments. He cant give up on her memories. Her presence or absence in his life, changes him, challenges him, surprises him, make him a good or bad person. She can either be the best or worst for him.
Life is a moving frame but our choices matters a lot.
He belongs to a boys school. She was in complete girly environment. He was good at keeping people framed with his violin and she was good at making their heart dance with her moves. Destiny made them meet once and next it was planned. She said good friends. He swore the same.
Good friends…..He point out at other girl’s curves and She can discuss about her period cramps to the new movie release. They discussed everything and everyone. There was nothing weird and embarrassing. Sometimes dancing, his hands on her waist, holding her close, they would sway to the music and sometimes during her violin lessons he lean in close, but they tried to escape the possibility either by smiling or closing eyes.
She was a party animal and he was a passionate racer. She gets high most of times and he swiftly cover her tracks. Supporting each other, singing cheap Hindi songs, with cheaper booze in hands they hugged each other and named it a bestie hug. He thought of his oath and she was still stuck with the promise. They were Good Friends……
And then one late night, traveling countryside enjoying the full moon sight, Half asleep, Half drunk hands in hands , watching each other, stumbling lips. having finally stopped caring about promises and oaths. They were more than Good Friends.