Crusaders in Mumbai

Everybody must have read about the point-blank vocal assaults by Raj Thakre on "North Indians" in mumbai. It was not at all shocking with Mayawati and Amar singh trying to build base in Mumbai.
What is appalling is that 60% of mumbaikars think of North-Indians as integral part of Mumbai. Eventhough a majority think this way yet a whopping 40% are still constitute ignorant and imbecile part of conservative crowd, vulnerable to exhortation of such demented leaders. Today when India is reaping fruits of Globalization in every field, regionalism is certainly not the path of progress.
This is not the first time that such divisive thoughts are put into the minds of docile Indian crowd. Just after Independence, with the onset of Madras Manade movement, Potti Sriramulu started demanding different state for Telugu speaking people of Madras presidency. With the creation of Andhra, it became embedded in nation's political culture to demand different regions on the basis of linguistic and ethnic divisions.
Be it the Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale with demands for Khalistan, or be in Bal Thakre singing same tunes to oust south indians from mumbai, or be it Raj Thakre assaulting the harmony of mumbai, narrow mindedness is the problem. Large part of mumbai wealth is created by the use of labour from whole of country and not because of birth in a marathi family. I will sign out quoting "Vallabhbhai Patel", the main force behind the unification of India
It is the prime responsibility of every citizen to feel that his country...is free and to defend its freedom is his duty. Every Indian should now...forget that he is a Rajput, a Sikh or a Jat. He must remember that...he is an Indian and he has every right in this country but with certain
...duties.

coming back to life ..

Of all the floydians tunes i have heard, "coming back to life" brings me back to life. I could never think that a song other than "Kiska rasta dekhe..." by Kishoreda will make me ponder on for so long that I will relate it with my life.

Starting off with an enigmatic and enchanting guitar prelude by Gilmour, the song steals away all the thoughts and exalts me to beatitude. With the word "where were you..." sprouting in his lachrymose voice, gilmour makes me reminiscent of all the things I wished I could do right in the past.

I think ..."it is a song for the broken-hearted"...by the time I reach interlude ..it makes me cheerful again and I reach again on to my way of living which is governed by only one rule...Live Life Without Counting It ....I think this is how I will best enjoy the heavenly ride of life.

hey folks

So finally ...here I am...entering into the world of blogs....