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My Hated Love Story Prologue The Tihar Jail was waiting for me and I was sitting in the police van used to transport prisoners. It was a warm sunny day in winter. The crowd was there staring at me from outside. Some reporters were trying to ask questions but I was not interested and want to just leave the site. I want to escape the hatred which was there in the air against me. I was the villain, villain of this story, caught by the police, sentenced to life imprisonment and now waiting for going through the punishment. I was feeling deep regret today, a regret of no use today, just disgusting. Feeling deep sorrow and shameful about my existence. Suddenly I felt a jerk a man pushed a steel rod from the net of the van. It hurt me and my jaws started bleeding. Police caught that man and slapped. The hatred against me was big and people could even kill me. The doctor was there so they took him into the van for providing me with the first aid. The injury was small and my lo...

I had started my career as a lecturer from Allahabad. I still have remembrance of my first lecture. It was of Engineering Drawing. I started the lecture by asking a question. I asked, "what is the biggest problem of the world". It was a strange question as far as Engineering Drawing class was concerned, seems to be irrelevant. But, answers were started coming from the students. Some of them said that pollution is the biggest problem etc. After getting the answers and compiling them I said that according to me all these problems can be treated as a big problem but the reason behind them is the biggest challenge or problem in itself and that is the communication gap. Communication gap is the cause of all. If you see pollution as a problem, it is difficult to understand that one of the causes of it can be a communication gap. But it is one of the cause as the authorities at some level not communicating to a good level. The result is in the lower awareness level of the people...

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एक किसान मृत्यु के बाद स्वर्ग पहुंचा। किसान स्वर्ग ही पहुंचते हैं। हिंदुस्तानी किसान था। पहुंचते ही देखा कि स्वर्ग में भी उसके पास वैसी ही ज़मीन है जैसी पृथ्वी पर थी। उसे आश्चर्य हुआ कि स्वर्ग में ज़मीन की क्या ज़रूरत है? इसलिए वो भगवान से पूंछ बैठा क्या उसे यहाँ भी खेती करनी पड़ेगी? ये कैसी माया है? तो भगवान ने जवाब में कहा कि कुछ न कुछ तो यहां भी करना होता है इसीलिये हमारी कोशिश होती है कि हम वही कार्य मनुष्य से करवाये जो वो पृथ्वी पर करता था, बाकी यहाँ किसी चीज़ की कमी नही है लेकिन कुछ न करे तो इंसान बोर होने लगता है। ये अजीब बीमारी इंसान पृथ्वी से यहाँ ले आता है। इसलिए हम उसे बिज़ी रखना चाहते हैं और कुछ नहीं। किसान खुश हुआ कि चलो अच्छा है स्वर्ग के वैभव में उसे अपने प्रिय कार्य को करने का मौका भी मिलेगा। उसने फसल बोई कुछ महीने बाद फसल तैयार होने को थी कि ओले गिरे और फसल बर्बाद हो गई। उसे आश्चर्य हुआ कि स्वर्ग में भी ओले गिरे और फसल बर्बाद हो गई। उसने फिर भगवान से पूछा कि अब ये क्या है भगवन आप तो स्वर्ग में भी मुझे पृथ्वी के दुख का अनुभव करवा रहे है। इसपर भगवान ने जवाब दिया कि व...

This time I am going to talk about Nehru; what a backward I am that I am going to talk about Nehru in the time of Modi and I know many aggressive comments are going to come on this post but let them come, I don't care. Once I was watching the serial on dd national named 'Bharat Ki Khoj' based on Nehru's book. In that episode Nehru's lecture was played, which he had given in front of villagers. In that lecture when Nehru started giving lecture villagers started shouting, "Bharat Mata Ki Jai, Bharat Mata Ki Jai.....". Nehru asked then, " Okay! You people are shouting, Bharat Mata Ki Jai, but who is this Bharat Mata? Is it a piece of land? Or, is it number of people? What you people think? No, it is not a piece of land or a number of people. No, it consists of all; the land, the people the trees, yes it consists all and more than that the thought process of people belonging to this nation." I don't remember more of that lecture but the abov...

Following is an excerpt from my book 'I AM NOT NITIN’ - I could have more than billions of names by just replacement of time place and parents to which I am born. Our birth is just accidental. The name with which I identify much saying I am so and so and I belong to such a family is just accidental. So, I was born nameless but as a hope for my family. Someday this child could possibly raise the name of the family by becoming successful. I think every father and mother in this world asks this question to their child, "What will you become; A doctor or engineer, someone big." The question shows the longing of parents for their child to achieve something in society. And the name is just not a name; it is also a projection of this longing, this desire. In India, some of the families have a tradition of giving a name to the child ceremonially, and the ceremony is named as, ‘Naam karan sanskar’. The ceremony includes giving a name to the child by so...

संवेदनायें मंदिर के बाहर जूतों का झुंड पड़ा हुआ था। उसी झुंड के बीच एक फटा-पुराना जूता एक नए जैसे चमचमाते हुए जूते को निहार रहा था। सोच रहा था कि कुछ बात हो जाती तो समय अच्छा कट जाता। लेकिन ये जनाब तो अपने बगल में पड़ी सैंडल से बाते करने में मस्त थे और ऐसे हालात में एक फटे-पुराने जूते को कौन पूछे। जूता एक अमीर आदमी का था और सैंडल भी अच्छे घराने की थी। इसलिए बाते भी खूब हो रही थीं। उधर फटा-पुराना जूता समझ चुका था कि कोशिश करना बेकार है और वो शांत ये सारी घटनाएं देख रहा था। थोड़ा मुस्कुरा भी रहा था, ये सोच करके कि इन्हें नहीं पता कि एक दिन इनके साथ भी यही होना है। उसे वो दिन याद आ रहे थे जब वो भी एक अमीर के पैरों की शान हुआ करता था। लेकिन कुछ दिन इस्तेमाल करने के बाद उस अमीर ने उसे अपने यहां काम कर रहे एक मज़दूर को दे दिया। उसके बाद से वो मज़दूर ही उसका साथी था। साथी इसलिए क्योंकि उस मज़दूर को उसकी कीमत पता थी। अमीर तो उसका मालिक था लेकिन ये गरीब मज़दूर उसको इज़्ज़त देता था। अमीर उसका इस्तेमाल करने के बाद उसे ऐसे फेंक देता था जैसे अब वो कभी उसे छुएगा भी नहीं। और ऐसा कई बार होता भी था कि ...