Never looked back
my mistake,
I thought what ever I have done
whatever happened to me,
because I somehow somewhere missed something.
Gone through a lot of experiences,
accompanied variety of people
passed different phases, obstacles, hurdles;
sought rise and fall simultaneously,
After all that, I came to know;
whatever happens, is already decided
and that has to happen,
nothing can stop.
You did, because you was made for,
you behold, because your worth was decided,
you live because, your task is not completed,
you was born for a reason, you will have to get that done
you will be accomplished for that only,
task completed life completed;
prepare yourself for new assignment
Just like your daily office routine.
Friday 11 January 2013
Tuesday 17 November 2009
Bal Thakeray or "Bad Thakeray"
Bal Thakeray thought that MNS is increasing their vote bank by slapping Abu Azmi.
He thought that all the maharastrans liked this, so he tried to get marathi's favor by critisizing Sachin Tendulkar.
Thakeray says that Sachin had hurt the Marathi psyche by his remarks that"Mumbai belongs to India. That is how I look at it. And I am a Maharashtrian and I am extremely proud of that but I am an Indian first"I think all of the people around the world(not only marathis)are with Sachin's nationalist opinions and not with Bal Thakeray's dirty political games.
I think all Marathis would like to be called Indians before Marathi Manoos.
I don't think that Shiv Sena will add any vote in their favor with the help of this nonsense behavior towards an icon and idol of millions of people all around the world.
SHAME ON YOU BAL THAKREY, NOT ONLY FOR MAKING A CHILDISH COMMENT UPON SACHIN BUT ALSO FOR THREATENING HIM NOT TO MOVE TO THE PITCH OF POLITICS.
Tuesday 10 November 2009
Shameful Act by MNS Legislators
MNS's members attacked Samajwadi Party's State Chief Abu Azmi while taking Oath in the Maharastra Legislature House.
These types of hassle are not so uncommon in Indian Assemblies but this one is most shameful for the Indian democracy. Because this time an Indian(Legislator)has been attacked because he dare to speak Hindi(National Language of India) in Assembly.
What a great democracy do India have where a State Chief level personel is being attacked in the places like parliaments just because he speaks in his National Language.
One can imagine the condition of normal people in other places of mumbai.
And you can imagine the views of MNS guys when MNS spokesperson Shirish Parker even argued that Hindi was not the national language of the country.
THAT WAS TOTALLY DISGUSTING.
I dont know how to react or comment on this disgraceful act.
I just want to know from all of you what's your views on this act of MNS.....
The relief after this incident is that"Condemning the incident as shameful and deplorable, the House passed a resolution suspending four MNS legislators — Shishir Shinde, Ramesh Wanjale, Ram Kadam and Vasant Geete — for four years. They were banned from entering the premises of the Vidhan Bhavan in Mumbai and Nagpur."
Wednesday 4 November 2009
Bus Fare Hike By Delhi Transport Corporation
Hi all,
Finally DTC has increased the local bus fares max. to 15 rs.
And the controvercy also arised for this decision of Delhi Government.
The fare hike decision doesn't seem the justified one, as no additional comfort or quality service is being provided to travellers.
The uncourteous conductors and the pity condition of Yellow Buses are as usual. And there isn't any fix time service of the buses. Many buses are parked idle at depots instead of running on roads. What's the point to raise the fare if the services are not being improved?? Delhi Governmentis now very close to host Common Wealth Games, but are the DTC crew well trained for hosting???
I don't know what's the exact point to increase the fares.
1) Is DTC running under loss?
2) Or Sheila jee wants to standarised the DTC services to the international standards?
If the cause is second point then where is the facilities and services in return of fare hiking??
If the cause is first point then I think the loss can be recovered by other means and not of raising fares; such as cost cutting, sending buses on road instead of depot parking and controlling the ticketing fraud(as we know most of conductors don't give tickets to the travellers at the time of evening as there is less chances of checking)
Delhitians are already woed by different types of price increasing.
I think these types of activities are not favorable for Sheila Dixit and Congress.
Finally DTC has increased the local bus fares max. to 15 rs.
And the controvercy also arised for this decision of Delhi Government.
The fare hike decision doesn't seem the justified one, as no additional comfort or quality service is being provided to travellers.
The uncourteous conductors and the pity condition of Yellow Buses are as usual. And there isn't any fix time service of the buses. Many buses are parked idle at depots instead of running on roads. What's the point to raise the fare if the services are not being improved?? Delhi Governmentis now very close to host Common Wealth Games, but are the DTC crew well trained for hosting???
I don't know what's the exact point to increase the fares.
1) Is DTC running under loss?
2) Or Sheila jee wants to standarised the DTC services to the international standards?
If the cause is second point then where is the facilities and services in return of fare hiking??
If the cause is first point then I think the loss can be recovered by other means and not of raising fares; such as cost cutting, sending buses on road instead of depot parking and controlling the ticketing fraud(as we know most of conductors don't give tickets to the travellers at the time of evening as there is less chances of checking)
Delhitians are already woed by different types of price increasing.
I think these types of activities are not favorable for Sheila Dixit and Congress.
Monday 2 November 2009
Wednesday 21 October 2009
On the Eve of His Execution
This is the title of an elegy (poem) composed by Chidiock Tichborne, which I liked very much.
Tichborne was not pre-eminently a poet but a conspirator. History is not sure of the part he played in the attempt to do away with Queen Elizabeth. Conjecture has it that he was born about 1558 somewhere in Southampton, and it is said that his father, Peter Tichburne, traced his descent from Roger de Tichburne, a knight in the reign of Henry II. His family was ardently Catholic and both Chidiock and his father were zealous champions of the Church of Rome; they did not scruple to abet the king of Spain in "holy" attacks on the English government. In 1583, Chidiock and his father were questioned concerning the possession and use of certain "popish relics"; somewhat later they were further implicated as to their "sacrilegious and subversive practices". In April 1586, Chidiock joined a group of conspirators. In June, at a meeting held in St.Giles-in-the-Fields he agreed to be one of the six who were pledged to murder the Queen and restore the kingdom to Rome. The conspiracy was discovered in time; most of the conspirators fled. But Tichborne, who had remained in London because of an injured leg, was captured on August 14th and taken to the Tower. On September 14th, he was tried and pled guilty. He was executed on September 20th. In a grim finale, history relates, he was "disembowelled before life was extinct" and the news of the barbarity "reached the ears of Elizabeth, who forbade the recurrence."
On September 19, 1586, the night before he was executed, Chidiock wrote to his wife Agnes.
He was 28 yrs old when he was executed.
On the Eve of His Execution
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,
My crop of corn is but a field of tares,
And all my good is but vain hope of gain;
The day is past, and yet I saw no sun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
My tale was heard and yet it was not told,
My fruit is fallen, yet my leaves are green,
My youth is spent and yet I am not old,
I saw the world and yet I was not seen;
My thread is cut and yet it is not spun,
And now I live and now my life is done.
I sought my death and found it in my womb,
I looked for life and found it was a shade,
I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb,
And now I die, and now I was but made;
My glass is full, and now my glass is run,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
Tichborne was not pre-eminently a poet but a conspirator. History is not sure of the part he played in the attempt to do away with Queen Elizabeth. Conjecture has it that he was born about 1558 somewhere in Southampton, and it is said that his father, Peter Tichburne, traced his descent from Roger de Tichburne, a knight in the reign of Henry II. His family was ardently Catholic and both Chidiock and his father were zealous champions of the Church of Rome; they did not scruple to abet the king of Spain in "holy" attacks on the English government. In 1583, Chidiock and his father were questioned concerning the possession and use of certain "popish relics"; somewhat later they were further implicated as to their "sacrilegious and subversive practices". In April 1586, Chidiock joined a group of conspirators. In June, at a meeting held in St.Giles-in-the-Fields he agreed to be one of the six who were pledged to murder the Queen and restore the kingdom to Rome. The conspiracy was discovered in time; most of the conspirators fled. But Tichborne, who had remained in London because of an injured leg, was captured on August 14th and taken to the Tower. On September 14th, he was tried and pled guilty. He was executed on September 20th. In a grim finale, history relates, he was "disembowelled before life was extinct" and the news of the barbarity "reached the ears of Elizabeth, who forbade the recurrence."
On September 19, 1586, the night before he was executed, Chidiock wrote to his wife Agnes.
He was 28 yrs old when he was executed.
On the Eve of His Execution
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,
My crop of corn is but a field of tares,
And all my good is but vain hope of gain;
The day is past, and yet I saw no sun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
My tale was heard and yet it was not told,
My fruit is fallen, yet my leaves are green,
My youth is spent and yet I am not old,
I saw the world and yet I was not seen;
My thread is cut and yet it is not spun,
And now I live and now my life is done.
I sought my death and found it in my womb,
I looked for life and found it was a shade,
I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb,
And now I die, and now I was but made;
My glass is full, and now my glass is run,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
Tuesday 20 October 2009
Welcome
Hi all,
Its a nice feeling to have one's own blog. I was thinking for this from quite a long time but finally i got it today.
I want to welcome all of the visitors and i'll be always hoping comments and suggesions from your side.
Bye for now.
Gyanu
Its a nice feeling to have one's own blog. I was thinking for this from quite a long time but finally i got it today.
I want to welcome all of the visitors and i'll be always hoping comments and suggesions from your side.
Bye for now.
Gyanu
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