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India is rising. In April, a man started a movement against corruption & demanded “Jan Lokpal Bill”. A myriad of thousand people joined to support him raising voices against Corruption. People gathered in parks, took part in rallies, forwarded mails & protested via every other form. Being born in 80’s I had never seen any such movement. I live in a Digital age, where people make friends on Facebook & Twitter. It’s an era where one not only gets job online but also gets married through internet. Today, nobody likes to take the pain to go out for playing Sports rather prefers games on the Smartphone. I would go to Malls on the weekend not to buy grocery, it has been ordered online already, but to have Ice Cream only. I have never expected that I would ever experience any revolution or movement. I never thought that our citizen will come out on the streets to protest. But the whole perception changed overnight. I know this is just the beginning . In an attempt to pretend myse

“ The recession hits the globe.” “Indian Rupee at its historic low, crosses 52 per US dollar.” “ India ’s inflation exceeded 10 percent.” The above headlines are good enough for a middle class man to have nightmares. The mere thought of recession leads to jolt of losing one’s job. The only concern of my or any other middle class commoner today is to pay EMI on time, pay the school fees, to bear the expense of basic necessities & to fetch my “Bread”. These headlines always came up as a shock to me. Within few micro-seconds I speculated of the ill effects of the recession on me. I fear of losing my job & could clearly visualize court summons hitting my mail box informing me the seizure of my 1 BKH flat. I quickly turned on to Google to find another career options. Within a fraction of seconds I came across at least 999 career options. I considered & analyzed every career option ranging right from teaching to research, photography to modeling & cricketing to poli

  01:25 Late Night “Guys, do you even know where am gonna be in next 15 days? London.   Can’t you believe it, you just can’t believe I cracked GMAT & got admission to M.B.A. & that too at Brunel University. You people always called me Fattoo, but, today, let me tell you that I am not one. In fact you guys are the fucking losers. You people will remain losers throughout life. You have never succeeded in your life & you won’t ever. You guys never had any girl in your life & none of you can have one ever. Never ever. I have with me Mehak, one of the most desirable girl of our entire batch, what about you guys………” & with those words of Fattoo the beer effect on rest three of us disappeared. 18:20, Early Evening “Hey Dude, I did it, I just did it.” exclaimed Pranav, “What?” I replied. “Will tell you, don’t worry& let me tell you that you have to join us as we are going to party tonight. Will booze Dude” He added “Be ready fast, I’ll pick you at 7:30” “Not today b

She looked like the princess; she seemed to be the most beautiful woman ever on the planet Earth. I have always dreamt of, to see her clad in a bridal outfit, to get her married some day, I have always prayed for her contentment, of her to be blessed with each & every happiness in life. These were the moments when she was actually standing juxtaposed to me dressed in exotic Red Satin Lehenga that shimmered and shined, ornately embroidered and featured sequins, pearls and other embellishments, which made her look the most gorgeous woman on this special day. Her palms painted with Mehandi made a perfect compliment to her beauty & she appeared captivating and pretty on her wedding day, as it was the most auspicious and best day of her life, undoubtedly. I could clearly see her wearing very basic make-up & a great amount of jewelry that decorated every part of her body. Today, I felt to be the happiest person on the occasion of wedding of my sister. Eventually I realized that,

“Think & Grow Rich”  by Napoleon Hill is said to be the most influential book ever, pointing simple ways to achieve personal excellence, financial independence & to be the riches of the spirit beyond measurement in mere money. The riches discussed here need not be thought of only in financial terms. There are great riches in lasting friendships, harmonious family relationships, sympathy and understanding between business associates, success in professional career and above all, an inner harmony that brings peace of mind measurable only in spiritual values. The philosophy of Think and Grow Rich will prepare you to attract and enjoy these higher things in life, just follow mentioned principles in your life & drive through the “Road to the riches”. ·          Desire: - Desire means, simply, knowing what you want. It is the first principle of success. Your brain becomes magnetized with the dominating thoughts you hold in your mind. These magnets attract forces, people, and

Anna Hazare & Baba Ramdev, are two of the most common names discussed anywhere in India today.              Anna Hazare is one of India's well-acclaimed social activists & a former soldier of the Indian army. Baba Ramdev is known worldwide for his teachings of Yoga , Pranayama and political activities on a number of social and medical issues. Both of them come together with one & same purpose raising their voices against “Black Money” and with their movement against corruption in India. Myriad of people joined them & thousands of voices were heard as one. Both of them announced their “Satyagraha” & “Fast until Death” in the month of April & May supported by thousands of people in their movement. While some politicians called Baba Ramdev, a “Thag”, who was trying to “agitate” people in the garb of anti-corruption protest raising question on his Empire of 1100 crores.              Yet, few politicians defended the police act wherein thousand of Ramdev’s cohor

“Make yourself comfortable, you may read some magazines lying there” Aarti said pointing towards a shelf before she disappeared in her room. The book shelf had few dozen of novels, many biographies of famous personalities & entrepreneurs and too many magazines & newspaper articles stacked in files, seemed almost like a mini library. I wondered how people read. I picked one book, checked the name, author’s name, saw its thickness & then put it back in place. I kept repeating the same until my gaze fall on a book with a Maroon cover page. I opened the book & with that I reached a page; the header of which declared “April 29, 2011”. The pen inside served as book mark. I realized that it’s a Daily Diary. I had heard that many people write diary but I never knew that Aarti is one of them. Though I never like reading other people’s personal notes and diaries, still I went ahead and started reading her diary. April 29, 2011 Dear Diary, It was another usual day at

Date :April 2 nd    Time : 22:30 “Cheers!!!”   The beer mugs banged, the Celebrations had begun. After a long wait of Twenty Eight years, the dream of hundred & twenty one billion   Indians   had turned to reality & today we have won the   “Cup”, the   “ICC Cricket World Cup 2011”. The saga began with a boundary at the very first ball from Mr. Sehwag in the opening match against Bangladesh & ended up with the spectacular   “SIX”   from the bat of skipper, M.S. Dhoni over long off. We, me & Aarti, were just waiting for the moment, the winning runs from the   Indian   side, & with the winning Six, our beer mugs stroked, in celebration of   Indian   Victory.   India   was celebrating & so were we, in our own style. Time : 23:45               “Hurray!!! We won dear, we won. We have fucked them up. Fucked the bustards’ hic...Hic love you Sachin Paajiiiii….hic hic hurray hic….” I was repeating these words for the umpteenth time, not sure, but that was none of my