Is this Gandhigiri?

August 16, 2007 Shiv Sena decided to protest against the proposed SEZ and the land acquisition by Reliance. The previous night they started their preparation decorating every corner and lane by red flags, mind you this was still August 15.

Led by Manohar Joshi the former chief minister of Maharashtra they demonstrated their protest on the D day in true "Gandhian Style". They followed the Gandhian principle of not raising their hand but only that. This is 2007 they had done improvisation to the Gandhian Style- they hurled stones, used bamboos and whatever material at their disposal.

They went a step further than the non-corporation . They broke all the glasses of NMMT buses. They vandalised the shops hit the innocent and robbed the elders. Private vehicles windshield were broken because they pay road tax to the government, elders were robbed because they take pension from the government. The former abetting a crime and later took the piece of their booty.

They believed actions speak louder than words and their lewd actions did just that. Protesters jerking their hands near their groin region was their response to a group of girls taking a video of their protest on their cellphone from their flat.

And you couldn't blame them with half a bottle of whisky down their throat everyone gets a little tipsy. "Whisky during protest?", that's not Gandhigiri you say! But you couldn't really blame that they were fighting for a cause and isn't that a reason to celebrate!!! And what could be a better time to celebrate when you see your revolution is bringing the result!

A Konkan Bhavan and CIDCO office vandalised, buses broken. People fainted due to stone pelting, highways blocked windscreen dashed a police jeep burnt and people robbed. Every revolution needs money and blood and this time the innocent provided that.

Surprisingly enough, reliance industries were left untouched after all they are paying them 10 lakh and a job.

And if you think this isn't Gandhigiri sew your lips Shiv Sena thinks so. What a novel way to celebrate sixty years of independence!!!

The price of our freedom - 1

Sixty years ago we won our freedom but we also lost a lot during our struggle. Let us take a moment out of our life to remember what we have lost and our struggle. I am not going to say anything, for the picture says it all. Here is an old mail from my mailbox that expresses it all..... some that was never said and some that was long forgotten.....

Nehru and Gandhi at AICC meeting, July 1946



Mountbatten arrives at Delhi airport; received by Nehru and Liaquat Ali. March 25, 1947


Aug. 15, 1947: Mountbatten swears Nehru in as Prime Minister of India

The price of our freedom - 2

Direct Action Day: Calcutta, Aug.16, 1946.


TRAIN TO PAKISTAN; India 1947. Trains packed with refugees - Hindus and Sikhs headed for India, and Muslims headed for Pakistan - were convenient targets for gangs of killers on both sides of the border. Inadequately protected 'Refugee Specials' were typically stopped, and the occupants butchered, several times in the course of the journey.


The dead - Punjab, 1947

The price of our freedom - 3

A Library being divided at the time of partition. My heart trembles to see this sight and it is tough to imagine the state of the nation at the moment when people needed to hold hands.


Ghandhiji Addressing people


1948: The news of Gandhi's assassination hits the streets. A stunned crowd gathers in Calcutta.


1948: Crowds in New Delhi wait for a glimpse of Gandhi's funeral procession.

Friends -thx for being with me

Lucy
Mahi in playful mood with little bro
Torque - the silent assassin

If there has to be photographs on my blog the first must be yours my friends. I remember when Lucy first came to my house in September 99, she was lean and thin and was on a hunger strike but she was happy. She ate for the first time in 3 days the moment she came to our room. She found a home and my family became complete.

Drooping ears, thin legs, innocent brown eyes but she was comfortable at once. May be it was the magic of "Maa's anchal". No more than a new born baby, she was a baby born on 22^nd May 1999.

She was intelligent and understanding. I cared her like my own baby. She grew up in no time. Soon she was a mother of 9 pups on 18^th December 2003.

If I start telling you about their growing up years it will take years to complete it. Anywayz, this time I am not writing it for you, So if you don't like it FUCK OFF!!!

I still remember growing up with Lucy. She was a true time pass. I slept with her, played with her, ran with her, and yes studied with her. She was there when I used to have my night studies for my 10^th. Whenever I got bored, she got a kick for sleeping, while I swotted. She was there for my 2:00 am refreshment exercise. She was there when I used her as my pillow in my green lawn. A perfect play dog when we needed one.

But then times changed..... An intelligent dog was required and she fitted the bill perfectly. She was there to take care of dad. She was there, so that I could leave dad and fulfill my obligation. She was there with dad all 13 days, every minute after my grandpa's death.( except when Mom or I asked her to take her meals.)

And I am proud when Dad gave her a higher priority than my religion or relatives.She deserves that....

Time changed for worse... a terror squad was needed... to keep my relatives at bay. I trained Mahi and Torque for the same... ( u know I don't give any quarters!!! unlike my saint parents!) My boundary wall was raised to 8 feet, 6 feet fencing was done to allow my assassins to roam freely. And often I had to double up as a morgue keeper for the unfortunate stray that creeps in the terrorists realm. Adult stray dogs split into two halves joined only by their backbone is a common sight!!!

Mahi is very energetic and is always there to light up your life provided she grants you your life first.Dominating and demanding and very intelligent and bubbly. Torque on the other hand is a silent assassin. Highly unpredictable - probably an influence of its name suggester!!! He adores me, strangely!!! Dies to be with me, again very strange! And yeah he has also talked to Nadira*. And their conversation is the world's best kept secret!

And Lucy, she is a darling... listens to all my heart-ache. Always understands me and never ever offers me an advise. She probably told them to mom too, otherwise there is little chance that mom could have guessed about Nadira*. She is a perfect excuse for me to get some private conversation on phone. Thanks to her long walk!

And yeah, don't you wake me up again in the morning you stupid dogs.Thanks for just being with me through thick and thin. Thanks for everything. There are no words to express my gratitude to you all. Thanks for being a MAN'S BEST FRIEND. World would have been so much incomplete without Dogs