RIVER OF LIFE

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With the lack of fire to win for the nation, CRICKET IPL Matches are back with a multicrore business. Indian cricket once tasted like addictive drugs with flavors of long off, mid-on, mid-off, cover, extra cover, slip and deep long leg. Every player tried his best to spice up the game with his patriotism. The rare sight of the national heroes was like GOD’s incarnation for his devotees. The devotees are now losing the piousness, as the heroes are sold to their masters. The national heroes have become paid puppets.

Delhi needs more shelters than malls. With the innumerable poor entering Delhi in search of job, food and money megacities are overloaded. Delhi state is in a sorry state as far as sheltering the poor is concerned. The government authorities can afford to join hands with skyscraper builders to lay bricks for the palacious shopping malls and ignore the basic utility the city badly needs, the night shelters.

A mega serial telecast on Doordarshan in the good old days talks of Indian history. Every bit of it is showered with nostalgia and provides the taste of the thrilling scoops of life in ancient India. The Kings, the worriers and the Slaves depicted in the 54 episode presentation sprinkle mixed flavors of royal Hindustan. The explicit narration revolving around the changing society creates an ocean deep impact. Young Indians in 2011 need to catch up with the roots down the ages to nourish the modern tree to bloom into scented flowers of morality and bear the fruits of mental peace, strength and dignity. The better we understand our past, the best we can justify our moments for future.

Chandni Chowk, the heaven for sellers and a treat for buyers, a market for the big, the small and all. An ocean of goods is bound to puzzle the consumers. The big brave buyers reach their destination laden with power and positive energy. They pursue this day in and day out with a cascade of nagging questions in the innocent, helpless minds. “Why is there so much filth and litter all around? Why are the roads dug and mutilated? Why do beggars bloom at all corners? Where are the public conveniences hidden?” Its hats off to the humans who face the filth with the best of their acceptance and patience. Tourists too enter Chandni Chowk, the heaven with a bucket of enthusiasm. With their loaded cameras they click the sweet and sour memories of the buyers’ paradise. To me it really didn’t click to click.