A disputed piece of land - Give it to whom it belongs!

I live in a secular country, respect all religion and pay equal amount of gratitude for the warmth shared by people belonging to any other religion. I worship Lord Rama, don’t know why? May be because my parents do so! This is the same reason, why my Muslim friends preach Islam and my Christian friends preach Christianity.


For any reason, we are not ready to give up our religion and I see no reason for the same. But for many reasons we disrespect other religions. That’s due to the past incidences, unfair means adopted by political agents, for some political gains.

Whatever said and done, we are divided on the basis of religion. How would it feel being deprived of preaching your own religion, in you own, so-called, a secular country? The debate is about a place called “Ayodhaya”.

When the Muslim emperor Babar came down from Farghana in 1527, he defeated the Hindu King of Chittorgarh, Rana Sangram Singh at Fatehpur Sikri, using cannon and artillery. After this victory, Babur took over the region, leaving his general, Mir Banki, in charge as Viceroy.


Mir Banki enforced Mughal rule over the population. Mir Banki came to Ayodhya in 1528 and built the Mosque. The main reason to build the Mosque in Ayodhya was because it served as a central point of India under the Mughal Empire. Later on the Mughal Empire shifted to Delhi.


Ayodhya is revered by devout Hindus as the birthplace of ancient King of India and Hindu God Rama, believed by Hindus to be an avatar of Vishnu. Mir Baqi after building the mosque named after his master Babar.


A movement was launched in 1984 by the Vishwa Hindu Parishad (VHP party) to reclaim the site for Hindus who want to erect a temple dedicated to the infant SriRama (Ramlala), at this spot.

Knowing the history so well, why are we restraining ourselves to give up the land, to a community, which this land actually belongs to? This community doesn’t go out and kill people in the name of religion; neither has it differentiated black and white people. This community wants its holy place back. It needs a place which has similar meaning of Vatican City for Christians and Mecca for Muslims.

I don’t support the demolition of Babri Mosque. It was an unfair act which had hurt the sentiments of many people. But now, when we have a chance, why can’t we really try to offer a better deal. This can dissolve the parting line between Hindus and Muslims.

If such holy places are not distinguished, then an entire community is under threat. As I see India, from my point of view, the 80% population of Hindu will be reduced to 50% in the upcoming 20 years. Why? Poor Indians, who are in need of money, get converted to some other religion. Just because they are paid to do so. It has also been brought to notice that a group of people, belonging to certain religion (not Hindu), get married to Hindu girls and convert them once for all. The population of other religions in this country is growing three folds as compared to Hindus.

My point is not for or against any particular religion. I too want peace in my country. Let’s accept the fact and provide this land to whom it actually it belongs to.

Has the media gone nuts???

A news channel telecasted the ply of Muslims in this country stating: Is the urban educated class anti-Muslim?

Before I further express my views on this telecast, I would like to make myself very clear that I have no intentions to hurt the religious sentiments of any segment of this society.

Coming back to the point, issue was that Muslims are finding it difficult to obtain a house on rent. The news channel expressed it with a grief and seemed to be in full support.

If a house is built spending lakhs together, then it’s obviously not the choice of these private news channels or any Tom, Dick or Harry’s wish for renting it. The owner of the house is free to rent it to any person belonging to any caste, any religion and any sex. The paid media, looking for the sympathy of a particular community, to influence government’s support with this particular community, has got no rights to create hype on this matter.

Being Hindu, I too was denied a room/house for rent because of a simple reason of being non-veggie. For few, a major concern was my marital status: Single. There may be numerous reasons for not renting a house to any person. It’s obviously inappropriate to project it as a grievance of a particular community.

To be precise, if I were to rent a house, I would have definitely not allowed my tenant to bring/eat beef in my house, inspite of belonging to any religion. It hurts my religious sentiments. Secondly, if a bomb blasts in my city, I would definitely not like myself to be interrogated. Why is it always that the religious sentiments of only a particular community are our media’s concern?

It’s high time for the paid media to shut up and look out for better deals.

One of the most disastrous scenes from my novel

We left for the airport to receive her parents. Her charming beauty was at its high. As usual her smile was a pleasant one, but today I could see stars twinkling at the corner of her lips. Her eyes were saying it all.

“I am so happy Rishi, I am seeing my parents after five years. I am dying to meet them. I waited so long to see them together. Drive faster!” – Shreya Said. I was happy to see her so happy.

The basic problems with cute girls like Shreya is that they are very talkative when they are either happy or sad or angry or when they are about to have sex.

“Don’t pounce on them when you meet. You people can come back home and carry on with all your love scenes” – I said. It was difficult for me to remove my gaze from her beauty and drive.

“You guys will never understand the importance of parents especially when you start making money on your own. You need parents only to pay………….Rishiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!” BANGGG!!!

YES! It was an accident.

I preferred to look into her arresting eyes than to notice a traffic police stopping us from entering a no entry zone. He was lost from our sight very soon. I could only see his face for half a second and then he flew off my windshield. She hated seat belt as it would not allow her to come closer to me. The impact left her unconscious.

I know I am good at messing up things around but not today. She waited five long years to see her separated parents together and I left her out cold. I almost killed the poor police officer and above all what do I tell her parents now?

“She is all right” said the doctor leaving a great sigh of relief on her parent’s face and mine too. I thought, Thank God! It’s over.
“She went unconscious because of the shock and the baby is also safe” doctor added and left, gazing at me.

Her parents equally confused sharing puzzled looks with each other and me. “What baby?” they murmured. I now understood that what she meant when she told me she missed her periods last month and I ignored. My conscience screamed out loud this time, “It’s not over yet”.

The “Not yet over” thing with me is always accompanied by a phone call indicating another disastrous upcoming news. It’s a divine signal which confirms that I am screwed now. But now I didn’t get any call which meant “It’s over and things will be under control soon”.

And then my phone rang.

Get rid of the deprived

Last night, while driving through the ring road, I was caught by a tholu (Traffic Police). He charged me for drunken driving. I stopped, went to him politely and asked - how much? I didn’t resist as I was really drunk. My intentions were to bribe him and get away. I also wanted my vehicle number not to be registered in the police records.

“1000/-” - he murmured.

I argued as the fine would be 2000/- and if I am not asking for the ticket, it would go in the tholu’s pocket. So, why to pay that much? I asked him to manage the scene with 500/-.

I got a very strange reply to which I was dumbstruck.

“Babu, its UPA 2.0, pay 1000/- or come to our Saheb”

I felt pity. Not on myself but on him. A public servant with limited salary, bound to give his children better education, feed them appropriately and look after his family, would find it so difficult without an another source of income. I paid him and escaped but couldn’t escape from his reply.

The thoughts started haunting me. Consequences of inflation has not only let people die of hunger or left children starving and suffering from malnutrition but has also augmented the corruption. There is more, yet to come. With every penny spent, common men with think twice of their needs. Luxurious stuffs are just ruled out as primary needs are the question of an hour. How is the happiness of countrymen justified? When I thought of the people below poverty line, I simply was frightened.

Referring to Planning Commission’s report, I learnt that 10% of food grains get wasted every year that equals to 20 million tonnes. Apart from this 30% of food grains are lost due to lack of proper storage. This is one of the basic reasons for inflation. UPA2.0 is too busy in keeping a watch on what its ministers say or busy in handling scams done under its nose. I think, providing the grains to poor, before it is wasted, would be a last thing that UPA 2.0 would take up.

If this continues, irony of the situation will be that there will be no poor alive in this country and thus country will be free from people below the poverty line. Nice strategy I must say. Hats off to UPA 2.0. Congress Zindabad!

P.S. If u have any function at your home or anywhere else & if food gets wasted, call 1098 child helpline in Delhi & NCR. They will collect the food and provide it to poor children.

WALK-DATE - A SCENE FROM MY NOVEL

We planned to take a short walk and then go back to our places for dinner. We started moving down the long empty road behind her hostel. It was covered in a dark blanket of night with fine beams of light. Light, from the lamp posts, trying to penetrate thick branches of long trees, which were spread throughout.  The road was empty but not bare. Tiny yellow and pink flowers were paved entirely as if they were inviting us. Few of them were on their way from sky to land. As we walked through, they kept falling on us one by one. The cool breeze was spreading the aroma of these flowers. It seemed we are being welcomed in a wonderland.

With scenario being such and dream girl by side, my urges were getting stronger. Urge to hold her, kiss her and make her mine, completely. Felt like clutching here silky locks tight in my fist, pushing her to the tree by side and giving her a kiss of lifetime. As it was our first unofficial meeting, so all these commercial breaks were ruled out from our featured film. I was supposed to impress her, take a next step and move into a smooth relationship. I was having no intentions to crash land into a relationship where mortality rates are higher.

As we walked together, I observed each & every movement and possession of hers. She was walking slow and composed. Her Pink slippers were matching with her pink t-shirt, pink bracelet, pink hair band and pink hair clips. I wondered whom was she going to date in her dreams. I was sure that this was her night dress as I didn’t give her the time to change. The cool wind used to blow her untied string of hairs. She coiled them into her finger, which had cute short nails painted pink, and fix them behind her ears. With every blink of her eyes my heart skipped a beat. No doubt, she was looking gorgeous and I was melting.

Tanya, can I hold your hand and kiss you? My soul shouted but due to lack of acoustic features, the voice of my soul didn’t reach her. I thought, it’s high time and I must break the silence to save my walk-date which was about to go in vain. Before I could say anything, it started drizzling. That was the conspiracy by devil’s above. Like other terrible times of mine, I could hear them laughing on me this time too.

“We must return otherwise we’ll be drenched” – Tanya said.

“It would be great then. Let’s get soaked. It’ll be fun.” I tried to convince her. After all, I wanted to stay longer with her, walk with her and tell my feelings. Moreover, I wanted to know what she feels for me.

“No Rishi, we must leave. I am in no mood to enjoy the rain” – she frowned.

“Why? Are you made up of ice and going to melt?” I questioned politely.

“I am returning back and that’s final. Are you coming with me?”  - Tanya yelled, turned and started walking away.

Without Tanya, the view ahead just changed. Beautiful street now seemed like a haunted and deserted path to hell. Long trees appeared to be calling me as if they were about to squeeze me between their thick scary branches and drink my blood. I found an insect crawling on my neck which might have crept in from a flower which was resting on my shoulder. Suddenly, the thunder striked. Unlike Hindi movies, she didn’t come running back to me but I decided to join her.

“Are you going to leave me here, in the middle of this ghostly place? What if a Dracula comes and rapes me?”  - I cried.

“Don’t worry. Dracula would be more interested in your blood and as I know he is not a gay.” – She replied back turning to me and gave a naughty smile followed by a wink.

By the time we reached her hostel, she was drenched and I was quenched. A sky full of chilled water was poured on my hot feelings. She was looking even more beautiful. Her wet looks were appealing and my desires were burning. I held my gaze at her till she asked me to leave.

“it’s getting late. You must leave. Your brother might be waiting for you.” The lioness was now a deer. She was avoiding eye contacts with me. I don’t know what happened to her. I left , thinking about this all my way. May be she is falling for me? Maybe I appeared too sexy to her? Was I supposed to stay some more time with her? Was she was sad because we were parting off. All these questions haunted my mind till the time I reached home.

Later at 3.00am, I found the answer of her shyness.

Whether we win or lose, we lose

“We are bought at heavenly prices, endorse brands, walk on ramps, are always under security and have media attention. We party with icons and move in a high class circle. People worship us and we give them autographs. People buy what we say, people wish to eat what we eat and we have a huge fan following & respect.”


We are “Men in Blue” but sometimes the media ironically calls us – “Men in Black”. We were tired playing the in-house commercial matches where we were auctioned like some antique monuments. Coming to the recent world cup - We won the matches dramatically to reach the Super Eight. It’s a different matter that one of the teams we played against was virgin but we owe the credit of winning against the other strong team. In the Super Eight we couldn’t manage.

We were all set for the world tournament which started just five days after the in-house cricket IPL ended. It’s not our fault if we dropped certain catches. Although, the hangover of IPL parties was over, still we could see stars twinkling beside the sun, while taking a catch. The cheer leaders weren’t sexy enough to motivate us when we had hit a boundary. Moreover, it’s difficult to win without playing four external (foreign) players in the squad. We are used to it now.

Now that we are out of the tournament, we will take the whole responsibility of the loss. No one should blame IPL. These fans are going to forget it in a matter of a fortnight. What is important now is – “Where is my next shoot?”, “Which is the next high profile party I am invited to?” and “Where shall I plan my holidays?”

This is what all have to say about us!

It’s easy for others to point out our loss sitting on a couch in an air conditioned room. Come to the fields and face fast bowlers, high catches in the sticking sun, dehydrated body and much more. We endorse brands to make money because we have proved our worth on fields. We go partying to drop the day’s strain. We work hard to see our fans happy. When we win a tournament, we cover the entire media with applauds, but when we lose it, we are fucked. No one remembers the matches we won in those moments. That’s makes us feel sad and bad – Whether we win or lose, we lose.

IPL was conducted by BCCI, not by us. We are players and given a chance, would always play. Let BCCI and selectors plan the upcoming tournaments accordingly. We are born to play and we will play on every opportunity given to us.

A trip to Nandi Hills with a bunch of dumbasses.

It was a very sarcastic weekend. I was supposed to booze out the night with a bunch of old friends but the same turned out to be a disaster because of few dumb-fuck friends of my friend.


It was a planned night. Others didn’t turn up may be due to sickness (that’s what they told me) or due to workaholism. I could, no way, spoil my weekend, so started boozing with the only friend of mine available and his roommates. We finished at 2.00AM and suddenly my friend realized that he was supposed to go on a trip with some of his old friends. I had no option, other than joining him. A weekend after a boring week deserved a trip.

I asked his other roommates. We were friends by now because we boozed together.

Alcohol has this peculiar property of pulling people into relationships.

One of the two was expecting his girlfriend so he was no way coming and the other one agreed. I would like to disclose his name because I kinda liked it. OP, yes, this is what we called him.

We three started on my bike to catch up others who were waiting for my friend to join. I was welcomed in the group by high fives and waves, so I thought that I was going with an enthusiastic group. We distributed ourselves equally on our bikes and OP was my pillion. Since, he was a kind of soft person, never resisted to anything, all others loaded him with their stuffs like bags and water bottles. My instinct doubted - who would carry bags and water bottles for such a short trip?

We were seven in the group. Bangalore roads invite you to fly at night. Those roads where we couldn’t drive above 20kmph, due to traffic, we were driving on them at 80kmph. We were soon stopped because one bike among us was left far behind. We waited for 15 minutes and then he came. He warned all of us, “If you guys drive above 50kmph, then I am going back home”. I thought what the heck? “That means we are going to reach tomorrow “, I said. They all gave a dirty look to me as if I have assassinated their friend brutally and thrown his body in a lump of shit. They agreed to him, but he was kept in middle while driving and was slammed with hunter to move, like the driver of a bullock cart does.

We reached half a way and stopped to fag. This allowed others to catch up. Of course! We were not driving at 50kmph. Others appeared after 20mins. We were lighting our 3rd cigarette by that time. The unexpected police car came and started interrogating us. I signaled my friend to stay behind and leave the scene as we were the only drunk ones in the group. They told policeman the truth and started leaving. A brainless shit among our group was searching his bike keys which he dropped while getting down the bike. Policemen’s patience knew no bounds and they started getting down their car. I raced my bike and hinted my drunken friend to follow as I was in no mood to get into any kind of trouble.

We reached Nandi hills bottom and also got the confirmation mid way that others are safe and are on their way. I thanked God that they were not pissed off by the police. We met and then proceeded.

The Ghati fascinated me while driving up. A stupid among us was showing his overtaking skills on the Ghati which was not One-Way. We reached top of the hill and fortunately all were alive.

The atmosphere was filled with clouds. I could really feel clouds moving by my side. I just wondered what if they start showering. The beautiful ambiance around, made me feel that nature has much better things than vodka. I inhaled fresh, musky air and felt life. The air had its own effect which no cigar in world would have. I could not see anything at the bottom because it was dark and filled with clouds. Few moments later, the sun rose and we witnessed one of the most stunning scene of our life, live! It was not a discovery channel, nor SRK’s movie. The dark night was taken over by bluish-orange sky. Soon, the stars and moon disappeared. I felt being so close to sun, sense its warmth.

People around were with their boyfriends / girlfriends. Girls in minis, puffing smoke out of their lungs like their boyfriends. Don’t know how many were busy behind the bushes. I came with a group of rodents and had no idea where they escaped. I was with OP. I was sure that all of them must have gone to all different directions so that they can utilize the time effectively and later combine their experiences to visualize the full scenario. I was sad to be with them but at the same time happy to be at such a place. Moreover, I was missing my girlfriend.

By this time I was having a huge hangover and wanted to return back home for a full day rest. We returned and I crashed on bed.

My name is not Khan but I want to become a terrorist

It's my first blog. Writing makes no sense, if it's not written for a cause. I am eliminating the fiction writers here as I feel they are meant for entertaining people but they also leave a great impact sometimes on readers. So, my first blog goes with a meaning, while I'll also be adding up some fiction content later to entertain my readers. Those will also be a secret glimpse of my life.

My primary concern goes for people below poverty line. When the whole nation was shocked with IPL controversies, very less knew about a rally led by senior BJP officials for a war against price rise. I kept requesting some of the news channel editors and news readers to cover the same. But nobody cared! They were more worried about their TRP ratings. Inflation is not under control. Congress led government are busy in suspending their minister every now and then for some or the other reasons to get a clean chit from common men.

In India enemies are fed better than the poor countrymen. Farmers commit suicide. They can't afford basic food for themselves and we are busy feeding terrorists for decades till their cases are resolved. A small thief  from Pakistan comes to India, shower bullets on citizens and get a life long food, shelter and clothing supply including media attention.

Does that mean, if I cannot afford my basic needs I should become a terrorist, get famous and get a life time ration card of Tihar jail? Even if I lose my case with Bombay court, I can apply to High Court and Supreme Court. If I am still found guilty, I can file a petition to President of India. There are thousands of cases pending with President of India so my number may or may not come till I am alive. The process will take more than four decades and I am 24.

Living a life of a BPL citizen on streets may not guarantee a life time food supply, shelter and clothing but being a terrorist will assure the same. Above all I will get hell lot of media attention. I will become famous!

My petition to all - My name is not Khan but I want to become a terrorist.