Some little people, in some little places, do something little to change the bigger face of the world

A few friends marched on streets of Delhi in remembrance of the State of Emergency imposed by the Indira Gandhi government in 1975. Victims and supporters of Bhopal gas tragedy are sitting on indefinite hunger strike for 15 days. The most celebrated activist of contemporary India is in the look out of a new issue to protest upon. Some are trying to debate on parliamentary left and left-by-itself. Media is still crazy behind Aarushi Talwar; by the way, Jaipur blast and Aarushi murder took place in the same month, yet no one followed the blast. Aarushi continues to be the hot-babe. (We have every little detail of the murdered teen, of how she wrote her name or how lovable she was!)

Meanwhile, a tragedy struck me; I am branded as communal, because I call myself a Hindu:) Because I asked why shouldn’t there be Uniform Civil Code? Because I called some communist – tailor-made, like a coat made of khadi but two pockets are stitched with textiles from Latin America (Che) and China (Mao) and dipped in Russian Vodka. My friend and I asked why didn’t the great Historians told us about Maharaja Jai Singh – who may have built the splendid monument, Taj Mahal, as Shahjahannama (Shah Jahan’s biography) didn’t have any mention of building the Taj. Nor about the last king of Chauhan dynasty – Prithviraj, who is said to have built the foundations of the Qutb Minar.

The TV behind me is making me even crazier, so much has been happening around, from inflation to marginal slip of sensex, job cuts and price rise. The channel is constantly showing this story tagging Kalyug Ka Krishna.