New kid on the blogosphere

A veteran player in the Indian politics, Honourable Mr. Nitish Kumar is blogging now. A noble inception (http://nitishspeaks.blogspot.com/), though it has come up at a time when opposition shall not leave any stone unturned in marketing it as a pre-election stunt. On the contrary, it might help Nitishji in conveying the righteous message of being a janta-friendly head of the State.

His first blog on empowerment of women through Bicycle Yojana has over 100 comments. Contained within are appreciations, suggestions, and yet few constructive, healthy criticisms unlike any legislative body of the country where howling is very much in practice. Followers list has already passed the hundred mark and the coming week onwards, he might have to devote more time on his e-diary given the bulk of comments pouring in every now and then.

Looks like our CM will now be wholly occupied with the welfare of the people. Kudos to the visionary man. Kudos to his candor.             

Can it not rain-lash any sooner?

Hot and cold are relative terms but the gap between them is widening. It’s not the same mercury I felt so far. The seasons are self-adjusting. Several landforms are acting weird. In fact, while we are wiping our face every now and then here in Patna, my relatives have pulled out blankets from their trunks. Thanks to 150 kilometers per hour easterlies, they no longer need to toss Thanda Thanda Powder all over their body. Garmi ne, literally, le li hai sabki.   

I had thought I will study vigorously in this and the coming month. But all that was part of the plan seems to be wasted just like that. Mornings pass away in a click. IPL takes away my evenings and the induced laziness after lunch drives me to siesta in the afternoon. It is indeed the nights that have given me a little relief and lessened the burden off the pile up of syllabus’ charted out right in front of me. Nevertheless, the mound is turning into a mountain as each day passes. What happens next is so foggy unclear to me. Bachao, bachao, bachao……

A Storm for All Seasons: Summer Heat (Book 1)

Relief, finally!!!

Since April 3, I was not able to access my account because of my fond lover who I don’t know but he, better be she, actually likes me a lot. Even after failed permutations over the changed security question, I was able to recover my account. Thanks to Google’s sophisticated approach – supply five most mailed persons of the account and you shall be treated as genuine. Utterly butterly happy.  

Rest in peace but how?

I read a slogan sometime back. Dharm todta nahi, jodta hai. I would like to suggest slight modification. Dharm naa todta hai aur naa jodta hai, lekin bigarta jaroor hai.

Few minutes after I was able to recover my hacked account, a team asking donation for some Mahayagya in the locality arrived. Appropriate topic that needs attention but the deaf and the blinds are hooked to Gtalk.

Some 22 lakhs collection target is set, as told to me. Great task, ill motive. Tonnes of wood will be burnt to ashes and we shall inch further towards perishment. No doubt, there would be umpteen number of such based-on-religion misleading ceremonies being planned all across the country. More Yagya, more peace. Hey fools, why not simply follow the preaching and clear your head?

Well, the differently abled human whom we call God may survive the consequences of environmental abuse but we won’t. Uhhh….not use talking, jinko sunana tha wo toh lakdiyan kaat rahe honge. Please ignore my sentiments.