Mahatma Gandhi--A man who redefined how to rule world beyond time with the power of argument and oratory.

He lived an ordinary life and set example before commoners with his dedication towards a bigger cause.

But, to me, his bigget achievement lied in living a simple, principled and committed life to depict the Power of ONE.

I salute your guts to take on American regime.

Someday the history will remember you for your bravado against the Bush regime.

A letter to Pakistan President General Parvez Musharraf

11/5/07 (written for his website)

Honourable President General Musharraf

Aslam Wale Kum! and Namaskar!

As Pakistan is going through a turbulent time due to the loud mouth political leaders begging for a chance to rule the country for personal motives, I support your latest move to impose emergency to straighten all imperfections.

The world will take time to understand your role to control the terror of extremists and the greedy leaders. But you must follow your heart and intelligence acquired through a vast experience in your career so far.

Let the people around the world learn everything by themselves in due course of time how unwanted air was being given to the difficulties of Pakistan as a nation by political theatre of the country.

In this challenging hour, when cynicism and rumours are doing their rounds, I am sure your self-belief and understanding of these corrupt and power-seeking politicians will bring under the needful control.

I am sure you will remain committed to the welfare of the common man even in this hour turbulence.

I wish you luck and my best wishes.

Let’s expand our horizons and be known in this world

Hundreds of cheerful moments go wasted just becasue we don't take proper note of them, the way any writing enthusiast does. We just remain busy in our routine unmindful of small or big development away from our lives.

There is always something to know, something to appreciate and something to learn in daily life. This blog is just an attempt to reveal significance of various moments that we come across but fail to notice properly.

We just have to be ready to open up our minds and embrace the world hidden in or outside our personal world.

The importance of everything nice need not be explained or understood in terms of money always. It may be in terms of personal expansion or exposing ourselves to new extremes or touching horizons.

For, today, the world recognizes us for our distinction in our observations and expression in our chosen form in day-to-day life. We are known and mentioned the way we perceive or view any development or handle a challenging situation. And, we must explore such a welcoming trend.

I believe, we all have the heart to feel and a mind to understand it all, only if, it is properly explained. Hence, it is an attempt to give expression to what comes to one's mind on different occasions.

As, I believe, all of our views are precious in some way or meaningul in some context,we just have to share them openly with interested people around and see the results ourselves.

Do you deserve love?

When two people enter a relation it involves expectation of being fair and honest.

The world may have changed. But in the sanctity of relations it has not and perhaps will never. For, it remains an eternal reality that relations are nurtured on the basis of purity of emotions and respecting each other's sentiments despite lacunas of personality.

It is so mediocre of some new-age individuals who have started bringing a bad name to sweet and innocent relations like LOVE. It feels disgusting when we notice or learn about people entering into a relation for fun and never bothering about the commitment and loyalty.

The upcoming new culture is anti-relation culture. For, it looks as if it has become ok if someone is found applying or advocating, 'relations till convenience' or multi-lovers or 'use and throw' kind of mentality.

But it is equally true the people who do so for the time being and enthusiastically support it in others' matters, would complain if is done to them or their loved ones.

Even in relations like marriage, many individuals are ready to walk out of the marriage as if it is about breaking a friendship with a casual friend. The ramifications are felt later.

I believe a person who cannot value a friendship is not fit enough enter a pious relation like marriage which requires deep affection, respect, sense of sacrifice of ego and an open-mindedness to embrace the fellow despite weaknesses in personality.

The persons presently enjoying sadist pleasure in playing with others' emotions, perhaps, do not know they might just be popularising a culture and habit that may hit them or any loved one very soon in the days to come. They should be ready for that to happen...as the rule is NATURE RETURNS!!!!!!

==========Part II
Friendship is proverbially valued as the best relation on earth after the one shared with one's mother. The kind of friendship we maintain with others defines our extent and horizon of love.

Our reactions, our feelings, our tolerance, our sense of giving for other person's joy are some of the aspects that define the kind of person we are. The same qualities define our capacity to love.

It surprises to notice people who cannot be good friends with anyone, seek ‘finest’ people to love and would be ready to shift from person to person in search of ‘the WOOOWW person in life’.

It amuses to find that it such persons don’t bother to develop themselves to deserve that kind of person as a friend but would spend all life searching it as a lover. Even if they get such a person for the time being, it doesn’t surprise to see losing such a person at the earliest.

Yes, I criticise Raj Thackeray but.....

The last few weeks (October, 2008) saw almost everyone in offices and general gathering discussing the Raj Thackeray's Maharashtra Navnirman Sena (MNS) and its activists' terror in Mumbai. His party workers resorted to brutal means to help their firebrand leader acquire frontpage headlines and create space in Maharashtra politics.

The protest was regarding the unrestricted inflow of migrating public to Maharashtra, the city of dreams Mumbai in specific. And, hence the MNS's activists' target was non-Marathi public, Biharis in particular.

Most of the people looked justified to an extent in condeming Raj for his political stance, which clearly looked more like anti-Indian than pro-Maharashtrain. There was no doubt that MNS's only aim was to thrive in political circles with pro-Maharastrian sloganeering.

It looked quite flabberghasting to the rest of the India, especially the north Indians (Bihar in particular), as the protest was to oust them by force to assert Marathis' claim on Maharashtra and Mumbai in specific.

People across India watched in disbelief how Raj Thackeray's party workers went overboard to proclaim their 'right' as natives. Knowledge about Indian constitution's provisions allowing all citizens to work and reside at any place of India, except in Jammu and Kashmir, was unexpected from MNS' activists. And, perhpas, that was adequate for a emerging polititian like Raj to secure a vote bank.

At one time, it felt like the violence of Mumbai may spread to people across India, claiming locals' right to oust others and that too by citing examples of the MNS team. Many demanded that he be put behind bars for projecting Maharashtra, as a separate nation existing in India.

In my personal view, I believe people should be encouraged to shift to different regions to learn and share a different culture, tradition and way of life. Biharis, in particular, deserve the biggest appreciation for firmly holding to their original culture and demonstrating a thoroughly hard working and determined mind, which believes in rising despite all challenges of life.

But that’s my personal opinion may be because of the role they played in transforming life of a non-serious Punjabi lad like me and encouraging me for higher studies and become a journalist.

Everyone expressed hatred for MNS and its President, may be because the real objective behind such a rough politics or extreme measure ahead of elections was an open secret for anyone.

The only difference Raje’ approach of influencing local voters is that 'language and regionalism' are perhaps new factors for most of the new audience.

Otherwise, the existing political factors like caste, religion or reservation, or even so called 'Secularism', is nothing less dangerous than the new feature of Indian politics. One can review vote bank politics prevailing in any State of the country on the basis of these factors. North to South, East to West, these factors dominate the political leaders' mind, the ongoing distribution of election tickets bespeaks it loud n' clear.

As per general opinion, Raj’s was a case fit for triggering internal disturbance and deserves harshest punishment for dividing nation and creating terror'.

Media’s role looked more notorious than Raj himself. The issue went blown out of proportion courtesy electronic media. I believe it could have been discouraged to get unwanted publicity. But the electronic media proved an ultimate help for Raj Thackeray to gain immense popularity in just two months.

Government’s role also deserved criticism. It was too painful to imagine innocent people from north Indian being beaten mercilessly for no reason of theirs. It was State government who should have ensured better sense to prevail. It could have assured the agitated people, not just MNS, to do something under law to regulate things and welfare of locals.

But my thoughtful mind also asks me to be fair in evaluating the issue that is the problems caused by migrants in any State. I believe Raj raised the issue, which irrespective who raised it, needs a thorough discussion.

It would be unfair to close eyes and mind to the main issue—the unregulated migration and its ramifications.

It is true that local Mumbaiite are today faced with a serious problem due to migration from across the country. I believe they must get their first right to their native place and its opportunities. But this right cannot be expected to be absolute.

Be it anyone, all citizens of the country must enjoy equal right to work, live and practice religion and culture at the place of their choice in THEIR country. But the natives do deserve to have the first right.

In Delhi, the scenario is nothing different. The pain of Delhiites also got its voice in Delhi's Chief Minister Sheila Dikshit and Lt. Governor Tajinder Khanna who failed to garner adequate support from meek Delhiites. It was interesting that both of them were not original natives (born and brought up) of Delhi. But still they cried for its present condition when they could.

Delhi is crippled because of being a Union Territory. Most of the people from other States provoke hatred of the locals by enjoying to criticize the very place which has given them shelter and a place to earn livelihood. Most of the people despite coming from rural or comparatively backward areas of the country find fault in everything they find here.

I wonder when anyone from the north-east, one of the most backward and militant affected region, criticizes Delhi for ‘security’ and conservative lifestyle.

Isn't it a fact that the Kashmir gives preference to Kashmiris, Punjab gives preference to Sikhs and West Bengal gives preference to Bengali speaking individuals, Biharis embrace Biharis in all jobs and the southern States prefer their natives for opportunities available in their respective State.

If that is true to even little extent, Thackeray was not absolutely wrong in encashing public support in the disguise of Marathi manoos' social cause. He did what any professional or politician would do to enjoy the best of opportunity in the disguise of social cause.

With YOU Without YOU?

Most of us have a routine query to ask on meeting anyone in daily life: How are you? But if the same quesiton comes to me, especially from those whom I consider my loved ones, i simply ask them ---With you , Without you?

The persons who don't undestand what it means just say WHAATT? And, the others who understand, just realise what am I complaining about to them?

I feel like pin-pointing many of my affectionate friends or relatives at times with deep anguish and concern, the kind of void (gap) that has started to affect our warm relations these days. Be it computers, cellular phones' long chats or the growing work pressure and increasing requirements for children's workload. All this is rapidly taking away the sweet juice out of close relations. Be it family or family of friends, the effect is sadly everywhere.

Irrespective of the pace of life, there is always some scope to stay in touch with each other. But who bothers? Regrettably , our loved ones don't realise that the modernity and cut throat competion in everyone's life has killed the original affection in relations. During festivals, we have started a trend to send boring and forwarded messages. We have forgotten the joy of greeting or meeting each other with a hug full of warmth.

It looks as if we feel the 'duty' is over after greeting each other over phone. And, perhaps, this is the reason why strong relations have suffered a set back. The day is not far when there will be no family relations just after individuals would marry.

Interestingly, our professional engagements never let us realise that social relations are also very important in life. The world would come to its end much earlier than others, if we kept on staying so much engrossed running after meeting one deadline to another and losing out on personal and caring relations.


Who is responsible and who will do something about this mess, if not me or you? And, only then we may never need to ask from our loved ones How are You?

The Speaking trees and we, their fellow living beings.....

The Speaking trees and we, their fellow living beings...........

Be it any chance to stand near a river and look at the vast spread of greenery or visit a mountain and watch the far flung expanse of trees or just even pass by any ridge area while driving on any morning, most of us can easily fall in love with the all embracing natural green?

At time, most of us feel like enjoying that green just like we wish to feel the breeze on our naked face during rainy days. But many of us, just don't. Perhaps, that’s why we often tend to get drawn to anything that reminds us of this green.

Be it due to our exhausted self, irritated mood or just the much-needed break to get close to something that always appeals, we can always reach out to soothing sight of the Green that exists around us in the forms of trees and plants.

All we need is to feel their presence in our lives, as we pass our everyday life without pausing for a few moment and enjoy their glimpse.

Be it the trees or plants, they are always there to add joy in our lives only if we are ready to allow them. They are always standing with open to embrace us, comfort us unmindful of who we are, what we can or cannot do ?

Incidently, none of the Green family expects anything from us. But they are always ready to give whatever we can get out of them.

When was the last time we took note of their natural self, independent growth, entrancing shapes and the readiness to spread happiness all around. It is suprising not many of us spare a few moments ever to feel what can appeal the most and lift our spirits.

But not very long ago a curiosity to understand these trees beyond their beauty of green, generated a fascination for them. I don't know exactly what withholds me to look at them and visit them whenever it's possble. I wish to enjoy the feeling of reaslising their strong , wide and vast presence as fellow living beings.

I wish to know them, feel them and celebrate their association. But how can I until I am ready to spend time in their company and accept their existence and their living being just like us.

But are they equally ignorant towards the human beings as much as the latter is to the former’s presence and total beauty or lifestyle?

It has always been an interesting observation that almost all of us like greenery. We just cherish looking around as far as we can to enjoy a huge spread of Green.
In the hum drum routine of meeting deadlines or spoiled moods due to either neighourhood gossips about us or office politics or even perosnal setbacks, we tend to forget in all this to notice almost something as captivating as trees.

Trees, perhaps by their nature, don't seem to bother who we are or not, what is our level of success, how dumb or intelligent or ugly or good looking we actually are. That's why the trees just welcome us all in equal measure and everytime whenever we visit them. The seem liking embracing us by charming to enter their natural enviorn and just turn oblivious to the human world and just realise the trees's world.

It looks like trees welcome us all in all kind of seasons and with all reasons They simply charm at hearts through their quiteness. A tree charms through its static existent. It draws attention through its never changing orignal self. No matter what season of the year it is but it just stays as carefree as anything, and perhaps, as embracing to all as anything. Perhaps, that’s why we love revisiting the trees for the nth time.

For some time now, a curiosity in trees has added a huge joy that doesn't need anyone but just trees, trees and trees. Their attraction has made most of my long drives worth taking them. Especially, since being mesmerised by the deep and unexplored beauty of trees.

A sudden mind flash last year 2007 pushed me to try to look beyond the greenery of trees. I looked at some of them for their distinct appeal and tried to figure out what was there in them that was fascinating me. Is it all about green leaves or the cool wind coming of them and soothing our mind and soul for a brief time? Or, they are there to show how trees could be beyond that little enjoyment of mind? I just started clicking them through my cellular phone's camera (http://www.delhidelhi.blogspot.com/).

I started looking upon them with a sense of involvement and liking, perhaps like a painter who desires to capture something of anything on a canvas that only his mind and soul observed. It was not intentional that I was finding myself drawn to the trees. But something unusual was drawing me with each passing day or whenever I was outside. And, there I took note of the trees’ branches.

It is interesting to notice, every tree has different shape and size. Every tree takes its own time and way to grow up or age. It never depends on us, the fellow living beings, for its nurturing. It just grows in its own carefree way.

We the human beings may not be more than seven to 10 billions in population on this planet. But we believe we rule this planet and it is only we who is existing on this vast spread of land under equally spread sky as the natural roof.

But how many of us ever spared some moments to think is this earth only belongs to the human beings? Or does it actually belong to animals or birds? Or, perhaps, it also belong to the trees spread all around us much before we human beings came into existence. Then isn’t that it is the plants and trees who have more right to exist as its oldest inhabitants on earth?

Just because trees don’t speak our language, they should be best ignored by human beings. Who are these trees? What they do , if they do at all anything in their day to day life in their life span? Don’t they take birth, grow up, age, suffer and die one day like we, the human beings?

Isn’t it our limitation that we haven’t given a thought to understand them at all? Beyond coming close to them occasionally, mostly for a shelter, shouldn’t we reach out to them and have a feel like going to be with some affectionate human being. After all they are also living beings and have their life like we have in our world of human beings.

Only because they cannot interact or be heard by us in our known languages, we should believe they are nobody or non-existing things?

Trees do speak. They live a life, celebrate it and die one day while giving their little ones space and a chance to grow and carry on their families in different shapes and sizes. They also communicate with each other. They have moods and they express them too. A language need to be accepted as a language only after it is spoken or fully understood by a particularly species like we, the human beings.

Look at the branches of any tree. They speak in shapes. They convey messages. They influence. They dance. They inspire even after they are dead. But…..it is only understood when we have a sincere and deep curiosity to empathise all these unexplored, ununderstood and even unappreciated aspects of their lives.

Trees communicate through the shapes of their branches. All we need to visualize that classical danseuse on a stage who doesn’t use words but uses gestures to convey emotions of any legend or folklore. The dancer says much more than we understand. But whatever we understand is because we try to find out the meaning of the classical dancer’s steps, initially, as per our personal interpretations and later on with a firm understanding.

The same way, we will understand the language of trees. Perhaps, completely or more firmly once we have made a beginning to take an involved look at the tree beyond its temporary greenery. We would learn more if showed involvement with nature no matter whether it expose its beauty in the shape of rivers, landscapes, mountains or the trees. Just do it!

In Introspective mood.....





Who am I? Am I what I sound to others or the way I lead my everyday life? Do I really speak what I wish to convey or just what I want others to react to and reveal themselves before a storywriter’s observing mind.

I must Remember….. The Power of our body lies in the Power of MIND.

We become what we habitually thinketh…..

I have always believed in the value of realising the worth of consistently thinking good or positive in life. If I feel strong and capable of doing anything, I develop the guts to do it splendidly. And, I lose whenever and whatever I fear may take place. Hence, I have always trusted my intuition.

I have always excelled in those things that required consistent practice or hard work carried on for a long time. Taking journalism as a career was perhaps result of this belief. I want to stay ahead of almost every rival in terms of skills or knowledge.

I am passionate about improving myself in whatever task I get. I drive inspiration from the fact that each one of us is consistently improving in one way or the other and accomplishing some degree of success, no matter if take note of it or not.

I have observed that I require to believe in step-by-step approach in life for efficient use of my inner strength. I prove most unproductive or non-improving whenever I forget that I have not born to die an ordinary man’s death. I have to develop genuine reasons to claim high pedestal in life.

May be taking up so many things or people in a relatively less organised and over focussed way, takes away much of my hard-stored energy out of me. I need to focus on useful things and people to lead a purposeful life.

“All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think we become,” said Buddha.

“If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music. ... I get most joy in life out of music,” said Albert Einstein.

Original self: Being a person with killng instinct and having adorned roles of a top class champion of so many sports, businessman, designer, painter, salesexecutive, communicator, short story writer, journalist, and above all a people's man should always remind me in seclusion that I can be anyone but a person with ordinary Potential at any given stage.

My strengths have been my strategic mind, self motivated (self energized) personality, improving on the nuances, a committed mind-set, strikingly correct action plans, working for the edge in spare moments, channelising my mindset for bigger, better and tough challenges/competitions/rivals, intelligence to observe, motivate and channelise hard nuts to high-headed maniacs, and enjoying difficult situations carrying a sportsperson’s smile on my face and being mentally prepared for the ultimate.

I value everyone as long as he or she does not confront my beliefs. If needed, I can compromise anyone's association and anything for my Principles. I don't care if someone leaves me. He, the almighty, has blessed me the qualities to develop relations anytime, anywhere in abundance. I believe the individuals who who have been with me for some time and understand me actually they know that at heart how much I care and feel affectionate for them at ANY COST. My 2008 resolution was : Not to take anyone' even a slightest offending remark and return it forcefully with the same fervour. But at the same time ensure that not a single person is waisted even for anything/anybody I love.

I have always prepared myself to take out best of myself while spreading hope for the dejected individuals.

I cannot forget: I have suffered a lot of humiliation in childhood being the smallest, frail, and hopeless child. I cannot forget when I was branded "incapable to write even a two paragrah letter" and "black spot on family's reputation due to my failure in twelfth standard". I cannot forget the betrayal by my elder brother and ouster from our multi-crore textile business after four years of my young life. I cannot forget that I was not allowed to study and how tough it was to educate myself with borrowings from friends.

I owe my everthing to my friends' support and mother's belief in me.To me, loyalty to nation and care for humanity are more important than anything till date. For me, friends hold more importance than the people I love. For friends' association shaped my personality, the people I love found it in me readymade. I believe in valuing old relation more than the new.

For making what I am today despite everthing, I deserve to take pride in what I am today. I must enjoy every moment that I put in as harsh/brutal attempt to achieve my big goal.

My intution suggests me my life is for a bigger cause. I have been gifted a talent to connect and convey things is the quality I need to sharpen everyday and every time. Be it any situation the self-belief to perform to my best of overall abilities and take on anything/anybody with a sporting smile should instill confidence in me.

Sex weakens us in daily life but helps to reduce stress. It could be a weakness, if not controlled. It could be a great strength when used with hard restrain or self-control. I refuse to bow to amorous desires of the body. For, I am born not to lead a life like any ordinary man arrived on earth. I am resolute to make a distinguish man of myself with my work and intelligence following my mind and intuition (read soul).


Girls are nice companions and have enabled me to take a pause and celebrate the moments I missed to celebrate during hard time to their fullest joy. Their company has surprised me to believe that they are much deeper and meaningful than usually understood or described in the patriachal world.

Though it sounds so stupid of those who think I NEED them, especially the selfish ones who try be oversmart with me. But I never thought I could be so lucky to have some of the finest females, irrespective of age or profession, surprising with their supportive and delightful associations. Bihar, Jharkhand, Andhra Pradesh and Kerala gave me the most trustworth and finest friends whom I value more than myself.


Roopa Srinivasan, my teacher for spoken English and an expert on personality development in Bhartiya Vidya Bhawan, is one of the biggest delights of my life till date. She held me by finger and enabled me to enter media world. And, Dale Carnegie was the writer who enabled me to deal with people and provoke them to come up with their best.


The Ishq film dialogue “Bus, Train aur Larki….ek choro dus aur aati hain” helped me a lot, in a way, after my college days to not run after any girl in young life and come out of an immature longing for someone . But my personal experience with the passage of time taught me that I must take all pains to save even one good soul parting away from me regarless of gender.

It is interesting to find the males who looked so sincere before becoming professionals as my friends, a majority of them are proving a major disappointment. Though girls, whom I always looked upon as someone from an alien world, are proving ulitmate trustworthy and selfless companions despite their personal commitments to their hubbies.

But I still maintain that most of the women's words/complaints/suggestions/ descriptions of truth should never be taken on its face value. Most of the time they involve personal feelings or fabrications or addition to the core news. Their version of truth, particularly during quarrels or problem, should be weighed thoughtfully.

Evaluating people : I believe my originality shows in my conduct with others and not what I write. People are free to form opinions. I retaliate to others' conduct several times in propotion with me whether it is in postive or negative terms . And, The one threatening to leave, my first reaction is 'least bothered'. But the one I value the most are the ones standing by me in tough times despite everthing. Fortunately, just four individuals behaved like that since childhood out of about 450 friends till date.

To me, my harsh principles, especially regarding abstinence, are for just to live a controlled and focused life. It should not be imposed on others. Everyone has just one life, if they are with us I must watch how they celebrate it.

I will prefer a death for a cause or courtesy.

Is Indian media promoting violence against women through news?

By Sandeep Datta

It seems as if the market (read TRP) demand is compelling media organizations too much to show everything titillating (read exclusive) with no holds bar. But not many have realized that the news involving violence against women, in particular, is indirectly popularizing it.

Many media organization are today showing everything what should have ethically been censored at least for LIVE content.

Showing news of women being stripped or beaten reflects the latest an relatively latest charm. And, despite being 'blurred' after being shown for dozens of time on TV, it just looks like covering someone's naked body with a transparent sheet.

Be it the public humiliation of any woman by a mad mob in any village or a group of miscreants taking off someone's clothes, it appears to have become a craze for many media organisaitons.

Instead of showing a tragic incident, the news reports look like serving material for voyerists.The reports like compassion and instead are found highlighting how the victim struggled and was worth a 'public entertainment' for all onlookers.

It is a common knowledge that whenever any news involves a female's modesty going haywire, it attracts curiosity of even the most disinterested folks. But they way it is presented most often, if not every time, it looks the media providing what anyone missed!

Certainly, media's objective should never sound like so by any possible means and there are more than enough highly cautious journalists who can curb it within no time.

It is not that such incidents should not be covered, the presentation on national television needs a rethink.

The way it is today presented looks anything, but NEWS. It looks like as if media organizations are popularizing: "How to insult the weaker sex". The news that ought to have triggered outrage and sympathy in victims' favour ultimately turns into a free of cost public entertainment.

It is true needs self-regulation while covering various sensitive issues, involving wome and violence. It is required by all moral and logical sense.

Otherwise, this could only discourage every victim from raising her voice and just meekly give in fearing public ignominy after MEDIA coverage.

It would be surprising if a media head shows 'helplessness' sighting 'emerging news trends' or 'compulsions' of cut throat competitions. Everyone knows, things can always be presented in different manner, provided, what way we actually wish to.

There can be so many ways to inform public about any incident. Be it animated version or to the point reportage without repetitions for hours or showing less of the visual revealing shots about a victim facing an embarrassing condition, media organisations can deal with such news a lot more sensitively than they do most of the times.

Avoiding such a self-regulation can only familiarise wrongdoers with ways to humiliate women and prove a nightmare for even any women reporter or anyone of our families.

Let's not show a woman/girl's face on screen just because she is too poor to protest why her identity was revealed in a difficult condition. And, let's not hide a woman/girl's face just because she is educated or rich enough to take a company or journo by task for revealing her identity at a time when she was frantically seeking help.

Otherwise, who will be responsible if tomorrow it started taking place every now and then? Like the mob-killings already have. Will we be able to control it by any means? Then why are we advertising the methods directly or indirectly?

Is there not any other way to report a rape or such an incident? Or, we wish to serve it before everyone including the children sitting in drawing rooms?

Can we imagine the plight of any of the woman meeting the same fate in a street fight or anyone at public place like a market or even parking place?

It looks most of the media heads are ignoring such coverage’s repercussions for any common man on the street? Who will protect his daughter or wife? Do we really think Police could be of any help?

The serious concern seeks the top notch journalists' attention with humble request and by all logic to please refrain from promoting such reports.

Let's not indirectly teach the hoodlums how to blacken or beat someone mercilessly in public even if it's a girl.

Our Indian media can do great social service if it abstains itself from clinging to tabloid culture. It will earn itself respect in public by informing and not entertaining while reporting a serious issue like women stripping or facing violence.

Let's not offer voyeuristic pleasure to the news-seeking people in drawing rooms. Let's not be a party in offering sadistic pleasure through somebody's frantic condition

Was Guru wrong in committing suicide?


Thirty eight-year-old Gurucharan Singh Makhija alias Raju might have never thought that he would die labelled as a “Mad”. The man, who was respectfully and brotherly addressed as “Guru” (a teacher or guide) by hundreds of people regardless of age, being mentioned as a mental in Police records was nothing less than an expletive uttered by his own disloyal wife.

Raju, a selfless man to the core, was always ready to help out anyone in crisis. Little did he knew, one day his immediate family would make him commit suicide. And, the so called strangers (friends and neighbours) would cry for him in utter disbelief.

He was found dead with a copper wire wrapped around his neck at least 20 or 30 rounds that was attached to a plug by a switch. A servant at the rented portion of his electricity shop was stated to have switched it off after finding him lying on the floor in the morning.


The betrayal and the family scene during Rajus’ last days........


Raju, before being found dead with current in copper wires, had been reduced to live an all embarrassed life full of regrets on behalf his own family. Unfortunately, during his last days, he could not find anyone to understand the harrowing experiences and daily humiliations he had been subjected to at the hands of the people, he lovingly nurtured as “Family”.

He was that gentleman who would forgive his enemy even if he might have been having extra marital affair with his wife. He could barely protest at the most, as he did a few days ago with his neighbour-cum-closest ‘friend’ for ruining his family life. But everyone knew he had a heart to forgive just anyone. And, that’s what perhaps he was finding too self-depreciating and difficult to do this time with the man involved with his own wife.

Not many men of Raju’s guts, goodwill and blind trust would be able to spend even a minute with an unfaithful and materialist wife like he had. It wasn’t any film but a reality that an uneducated person like Raju was struggling to cope up with everyday.

Raju was finding it too hard to forget that his wife was actually involved with his most confidant and closest friend, a factory owner, in the neighbourhood. The pain had become a consistent agony.

Weeks before committing suicide, Raju was heard outside his shop shouting loud enough for everyone to hear grievances of his personal life. He shouted that his disloyal wife was maintaining physical relation with his friend despite his pleadings not to do so. Raju was also annoyed with his eldest daughter for taking up a wrong track in life. She was allegedly getting over indulged with many boy friends for a long time by that time. She was the highest educated person in family after her mother.

Raju always asked his close friends to suggest any good course for her daughter. He perhaps never thought his own daughter would befool him one day and team up with his equally cunning mother. But he was probably trying to do it losing peace of mind moment by moment.

His unfaithful wife and the brain-washed kids were not in talking terms with him for a year. For, he used to protest out of care and concern like any normal guardian of the family does on finding everything going haywire. He wanted his wife to again become faithful to him. He was trusting and forgiving and that’s why never prevented her from visiting Gurudwara or any relative’s place in Delhi. But she took advantage of his innocence and enjoyed the liberty to the limit.

For every street smart decision, she used to consult her boyfriend escaping husband’s eyes. Once she was caught red-handed going with her boy friend to some place. Raju had chased her. Once exposed, she had apologized slapping herself on her face at least 100 times and regretting her step of crisscrossing her marital confines.


Almost a week or two before his Raju’s death, his eldest daughter went missing. She is alleged to have eloped with someone with someone from the slum sector. She returned having spent about three days and four nights. She was a favourite to her mother. Thus, she was forgiven for her unpardonable mistake for parents of her conservative family.

Raju called up meeting of his close associates in his neighbourhood and asked them publicly what they were up to. He felt forced to ask such questions, perhaps, any father would prefer to die before finding himself compelled to ask his wife and daughter publicly. He wanted to know before everyone the reason that why he was being branded as someone having lost his sense when it was they (wife and children) who needed to explain their objectionable conduct.

The meeting was dismissed with no fruitful results. He was boycotted hence forth and denied food most of the time. His cellular phone was taken away from him. He was denied even a single penny from home. He was being showcased as a man with an insane mind. Though, it was only that he used to forget having met some people the previous day.

It was later learnt that he was being kept on a ‘special medicine’ brought from his wife’s close relative’s house in Tilak Nagar. All such restrictions and boycott from his own family had started killing him from inside. He was made to live a secluded life inside a room that he was allocated in his home as his cell. No body in the family would talk to him.

Raju, the man, who always offered a helping hand to others in crisis, had started borrowing. He often borrowed as little as rupees 10 or 20 from anyone he could possible do. He wanted to remain drunk and do not revisit the scary thoughts that kept him killing every moment.

At times he begged neighbours for Roti and Sabzi. For, he was given food depending at is wife’s mercy or mood. He often complained to his close neighbours that she used to deny her food. And whenever it was given, a Thali was placed at his door step as placed before any dog.

His cellular phone had already been taken away by the second daughter saying it came of her mother’s money. Soon, Raju was reduced to collecting waste cables or any useful material from the bins or roadsides.

Whenever needed he would collect enough things to arrange to sell them to the local Kabariwalas in exchange of little money needed to buy himself Roti and Dal at day or night. He was not given even a paisa for pocket allowance by family or kids. If any friend or known person raised his hand to help him, the wife would approach him to prevent any sort of help that could spoil her ‘mentally imbalanced’ husband.

Raju was beaten with Chappals by his wife and kids about three months ago. It was told to the intervening neighbours and sympathizers that Raju was actually trying to ‘run away’ with property papers. Embarrassed with the way a man of his respect and dignity in the area was treated that night shattered Raju. The pitiable sight brought tears in many youngsters’ eyes who were present there at mid-night.

It was true he wanted to sell off his house worth lakhs of rupees and shift to some new place to avoid loss of face because of her wife’s illicit relations and children. The wife never discontinued running a ‘committee’ (a sort of lottery system), from Malka Ganj main gurudwara.

She maintained all record of Raju’s income, belongings and property including a huge stock of jewelry that she got in inheritance after Raju’s mother’s death about 20 years ago. Till last ‘rumours’ or inside news arrived, the wife had contacted a property dealer at the nearby Lehna Singh market to sell off the house at the earliest. The property is worth rupees 70 lakh. And, her boyfriend was already set to leave the colony by selling off his factory two houses next to his now over popular girl-friend.

His death and friends His cremation was visited by around five hundred men known to him. Barely four relatives from Bareilly arrived before he was put to flames at Nigam Both Ghat!

No neighbour was invited to attend Raju’s Uthala ceremony (last rites) yet about three hundred gents and ladies congregated. Everyone left complaining such a tragic end of someone’s life because of a greedy wife.

Recently, a group of his friends pooled rupees 25,000 among themselves to feed the poor in his memory. Over 7,000 people were distributed free dinner on Janmashtami festival, a practice once started by Raju as a gesture of annual social service for the same religious day.


Role of Delhi Police


Delhi Police is yet to act nearly six months after his death. Police have been approached and narrated this entire story through an email. They want daring witnesses to pursue this criminal case. Interestingly, the wife has apologized and requested not to further push the case for God's sake to save her prosecution and public embarrassment. And nobody, neither this journalist is interesting to pursue with this culpable homicide case.



The reality of Raju's suicide and his life......


Despite Raju's wife and children stating narrating as if he would attempt it in the morning, the first policeman arriving at the spot said he died at least 8 to 10 hours earlier. For, the dead body was rock hard by that time.


But the family continued describing as if they learnt about Raju's dead body a few minutes ago. A huge gathered within a few minutes as the news of Raju's death travelled from ears to ears in the locality. The first comers to the death spot, inside their shop, were told by his wife that he went missing since last night and could not be traced anywhere. Raju was wearing a long nicker and a baniyan, the dress he often used to wear at night. He used to drink about three to four pegs at night for many years. It was a routine he never liked to give a miss.

Once drunk, he would never come down from his house even for any emergency to avoid becoming a pubic embarrassment. He always maintained the civility to avoid talking to anyone while drunk. He would always say having drinks after finishing off with his work at the electric shop gave him the biggest joy of the day. He avoided drinking in public.

Everyone loved Raju for his personality, a rare combination of humanity and practical wisdom these days. He was a person beyond belief, as he was known for going out of the way to help.

Organising langars on Janmashtmi or Sharbat-lassi on Ekadashi or donating in Gurudwaras, showing respect to every religion and having friendship with one and all, was Raju’s way of life. He was a friend of friends but enemy to none. The remarkable man was equally loved by the old and the young.

He cherished being with by his young friends and often being a good listener to the old.

It happened perhaps in the early hours of June 28, 2007……


Who was Raju in actual life.....


Full of life, cheer and brotherliness Raju was always ready for anyone in crisis. Be it death, fatal accident, catching a thief single-handedly, taking on the miscreants from the nearby slum-sector, Raju was always there to lend a helping hand to anyone and everyone.

Be it children or their parents everyone loved to talk to Raju, as he was so full of life and kind towards all. Be it Gurudwaras or Temples, Raju was the first man to say “yes” to any proposal by friends or neighbours. The most educated to the illiterate would often visit him for his personal advice.

The young to the old all usually consulted him on various matters, especially related to “Duniyadari” (the social conduct). And, Raju was always ready with his variety of counsels to help out everyone.

His early life...


Raju was brought to Malka Ganj colony from some orphanage by a childless couple from Pishore. His new father, Tarachand Makhija, was a general merchant who had set up his shop at the ground floor of his shop-cum-residence in the north Delhi’s Malka Ganj area, a refugee colony for people estranged from their land after Partition of Hindustan.

His father was known to have brought a lot of jewellery that always remained a talk of the colony for decades. After father Tarachand’s death, Raju inherited a one-and-a-half storey house along with a running shop. He married at the age of about 17 to an underage Sikh girl from Punjab. Raju had three daughters and went on for a fourth child trying his luck for a son.

He prayed at almost every Gurudwara and temple for a son. He was blessed with a son finally. Following well-wishers’ counsels, he agreed not to get greedy anymore. During his student life, he disliked boring textbooks.

He used to boast how he ran away from his school throwing a desk on a rude teacher while studying barely in sixth standard. He had difficulty in writing. He could manage his ‘stylish’ signatures that he learnt by practicing hundreds of times. He used to drive three-wheeler and later opened an electricity shop at his residence with the help of devoted helpers. They loved him for his care and affection.

A few years later his wife…….surreptitiously started taking care of his daily affairs and also the management of his shop. He was asked to not to get into cash or banking things as he was basically an illiterate. He agreed. Raju was known for his bold personality and respected by one and all. He also used to play “Chango” in Jagrans to earn some extra bucks for his family of five beside driving a three-wheeler in the daytime.

He would also drive three-wheeler during night for his family and the darling wife and kids. He often used to say, he was lucky to have such a wife who is more street-smart than him. He would praise about her among friends and neighbours that she provided her tips about earning a better fortune. Raju accepted her clever-mindset to run daily affairs and soon gave the full charge of his life.

He started calling his wife “Madam”, the chief of the house. The man, who also took the lead in his public and social life, was for the first time looked a timid husband who would hesitate even talking to friends. It was a bit of surprise for everyone who knew him since childhood, as he was never hoped to obey his wife just like any kid. Rajus’ only dream was to see his eldest daughter become ‘accomplished’ in life and his son, the best among the rest.

He taught his son swimming at the age of around four or five with amazing results. He had an athletic physique and could run over three kilometers back and forth despite having crossed his 37th birthday.