Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Blog:- Mayawati - the Goddess of statues....

Mayawati - the Goddess of statues....

Maya's maya for statues...I've read this headline in a newspaper just a few days back. The headline struck into my mind while I was passing by a park, which is on my way to my office at Film City, Noida. This is the park which Mayawati wants to name after her, which for it's elegance took numerous plants' lives. The thought of this park was really troubling me as crores of rupees, that can be utilised for other genuine purposes and issues, was being wasted like junk. Courtesy – Madam Maya....oops! Mayawati. The very thought of this invoked me to write something for Mayawati. Maybe some day by mistake she can read my blog and can think wisely and take a step for a makeover then.

Mayawati, a name which most of the people recognize as the CM of the most populous state – UP, in the country. But I remember her as “The goddess of statues”, a lady so much crazy for name and fame, who thinks that her association with parks and statues will make her a great person, who relates her status and dignity with these materialistic possessions. And the irony lies in the fact that they do whatever they want and no one can stop them.

I want to tell her one thing that she will not be remembered by these statues, she will be remembered by her moral values, through her work for the citizens and through her deeds. A few people like her make such things which we call – a prestige issue. Are these statues going to serve any purpose in the nation's favour, are they going to add some value to improve the condition of the people? Are these parks and statues so necessary that they can't be ignored?
The country is facing so many problems. UP, Bihar have become drought-hit states, Andhra and Karnataka are in floods, but she is not concerned about that because they are not her states. She has nothing to do with all this because these people have divided India into small pieces.
I agree that states like Andhra and Karnataka, which have been flooded by the angry rivers are not her, but then UP is her own state, Bihar is her neighbour state. If not about the neighbours then she can think about UP, her own state. How could a human being do so, that people have lost their livelihood, natural disasters have ruined their hopes and dreams and the state premiere is busy with her own illogical stuff.

She is a kind of public servant who has taken a vow to empty the government treasury and people's money. These people without any morale do not have any gratitude towards them, who made them to wear the crown. An important part in all this wrong doing is played by the citizens also, when no one stands and speak against such matters.

Everyone is busy in his own life, with his/her family, children and with matters related to them only. By and large they forget that this country is also their abode. And moreover it's not Maya's maya, it's citizen's maya.

I think if she is so much fond of statues she should try her hand in sculptors, and after that UP will be known by and after a great artist, a great sculptor, Mayawati. People and tourists would come from all over the world to have a look on these great statues by a great artist. If she wants name and fame only, then this might be a good option for her. Then one day she will be remembered somewhere in between the great names of the great artists of the world like Michelangelo, Bernini and Rodin.

Despite doing such works, being the CM of the most populous state of India she can change it into the most powerful state, with having such a great manpower. I would suggest her to become a bellwether through her deeds in favour of the citizens. Create an appetite not for these lands and properties but for the wellness and goodness of the underprivileged ones.

She is really on a wrong track and she have to pay for all her deeds. As the popular saying goes ''As you sow, so shall you reap''. This nation is short of great and good leaders which is very necessary to take India from a developing country to a developed country.

May god bless my country with such leaders and good human beings, so that we can also stand erect with dignity and pride among other countries which think that only they are good. So that they can change their perception, who think that India is rich and prosperous in population, poverty, illiteracy and backwardness only. So that in their view India could become a country rich in all respects – a country which is the abode of Buddha, Rama, Vivekananda, Gandhi, Harishchandra and numerous people like them. And again it could be named and remembered by and after the names like these great people.

Blog:- Delhi – behind what it seems

Delhi – behind what it seems

Delhi – ''a dream city of thousands'' – is what they call it. With skyscrapers standing tall right in front of your eyes, a flamboyant and happening lifestyle – widely different from that of millions living in other parts of the country – VIP category roads, luxurious cars and penthouses, welcome to the capital of India. Yes, this is Delhi – the city where you will find people landing in not tens and hundreds but thousands and ten-thousands every day – aspiring to make their dreams come true and having an urge to find some place for self.

Life is not just fast here; it is fast but furious as well. You need to be on your toes to survive here. With so much of charm in small packages, the city has a lot to raise one’s eyebrows. Huge corporate buildings, the very luxurious malls, buildings kissing the skies, the very exciting toll plazas, underpasses and flyovers, multiplexes unmistakably throws inviting glances to those who want to make it big someday.

With a busy nightlife, least power cuts, fashion on streets and the variety in food and culture one is sure to love the lifestyle that comes as a dream come true. Government runs the nation from here and the entire nation looks upon the representatives sitting here in this city to meet their needs and solve their problems.

But while the city is the most happening, it is the most disappointing too. The government that sits here is supposed to guarantee the safety of the people of the country, but it often is in dilemma to save its own identity at times.

While here every street is lit up with beautiful street lights, one can look at the slum areas of the city as well as the small districts, towns and villages to understand the harsh reality. Delhiites see no power cuts – at the cost of long power-cuts in these villages and districts of the rest part of the country – as if they aren’t worth these facilities, as if studying in the light of kerosene lamps or candles is what the students here deserve.

Mac D, Pizza Hut, Kareem's, Nazeer's, Dominos, KFC's are the popular hangouts here – you would definitely love to visit these places and will have fun celebrating life with friends and colleagues. A cherished life – you will experience here. But no one here cares for those dying with hunger. Plenty of food is wasted and disposed – either in bins or to stray dogs – but it doesn’t find place to those who ‘need’ it. Such is the life here – a harsh comparison, ain’t it?
AC's, fashionable seating arrangements, advance coffee machines – sure enough to bring that spark into your eyes. And that is what attracts young blood to be a part of this dream city. One would do anything to get a job here – any field, anyhow, any company will do. But you need it; you really strive for it, isn’t it? And you happily become a part of companies who make you work like machines – as if you are no human – for eight and nine and ten and… even more hours. The city gives you a lot but takes away as much more than what you get – and you give – with a smile, happily and satisfactorily.

Now catch the glimpse of the busiest hours on the roads – rush hour what we call it as – when all are running towards their offices, kids to schools, and so on and so forth. Roads look like parking lots. Long queues of cars and buses, slowest moving traffic and honking hither and thither – is certain to make you get the real pulse of Delhi. People have luxurious cars but there is no space for parking – one man and one car, while the rest hanging from the DTC or the Blueline buses as if ready to face any accident or mishap.

Huge bungalows and palatial houses you’ll find her, but no space left in hearts. One does not know who the person or the family living next to the house is. Lives here are so private.
Supreme Court stands tall at one end of the city but crime stands taller in the capital. Such is Delhi – often referred to as a no man's land where people from different walks of life come with a dream. You either make it big or end up struggling and striving more to survive. While the families and friends are all left behind, the city doesn't allow you to move back, as if caught in an eddy.

And those who succeed to return to their people are called as underdogs the rest of their life.
To adapt into the lifestyle of the city becomes obligatory here – the reason being that once you survive here, you stand tall and proud among those who see success – where success is defined as staying and surviving in this big city with small hearts.

People at first die to live her and then when becoming a part of the city, live and love to die here. Despite the crime, despite the dry attitude and despite the not so welcoming hearts here, there is something special about the city.

And I love Delhi too – for n number of reasons – it is undoubtedly my Mecca of education, media, sports, music, acting and what not. It surely has the rare honey that unfailingly catches flies like me. A royal salute to Delhi – after all for reasons right or wrong, they also call it “Dilli dilwalon ki”.