Telling Ourself. Telling Pakistan

“That is what we need to tell ourself : the Pakistan problem, its unacceptibility, and our well-considered strategy and action plan to resolve it. That too is precisely what we should be telling the Govt in Pakistan : govern the army, the education system, the agreed social values, and the citizens who reside within it.

“It is not for this author to suggest the specifics of the way forward. The new Government of India is already seized of the matter. It is the inanity propagated in the media and blabbered by conditioned minds that must cease.”


via Telling Ourself. Telling Pakistan


Alternate History : The Great Indic Migration

“…Greek historians inform us that the Indians during the time of the Mauryas remembered more than 150 generations of kings spanning over 6,000 years. (We assume that these lists remember the prominent kings only.) The earliest calendar in India was centennial, with a cycle of 2,700 years. Called the Saptarsi calendar, it is still in use in several parts of India. Its current beginning is taken to be 3076 BC. Notices by the Greek historians Pliny and Arrian suggest that, during the Mauryan times, the calendar used in India began in 6676 BC. It is very likely that this was the Saptarsi calendar with a beginning of 6676 BC.”

Dr Subhas Kak delves deep into hoary ancient times on the Indian subcontinent and cites references to the Great Indic Migrations and textual evidence thereof. Read on at the link below.

via Alternate History : The Great Indic Migration

Heart’s Despair

Moon’s solitary, sky’s in itself

My heart’s lonely each time we met;

Hope’s dead

Even the stars have set

Just the reek shimmers

Of this self.


Is this life we call, really ?

This breathing mere 

Being alive just 

Body lonely, spirit in dumps ?


Even partners I met on way 

Vowing in togetherness

We trod alone, in parted worlds

 Each for own, to ourselves.

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Beyond these lights 

Now off and on

The house all alone

Empty, forlorn

In endless wait

With eyes glazed

Long past I am gone

Yet looks on

For absent steps

On overgrown lane.


Insist why, my dear

For my life’s tale ?

Its weaves are bland

Of joyless strands…


~ Meena Kumari, my paraphrased rendering…

How Am I A Realist ?

Seriously. Sincerely.

What do I tell younger members of the prevailing generation, why do I think and view matters differently ? How do I say to my kids that I am a realist, not necessarily aligned with pragmatists, though I am more likely to concur with the latter than with an ideologist, of whatever hue ?

Well, my dears… One, and foremost : the best among available options is good enough for me. Call it the least worst of the evils, I will not be swayed a millimeter towards anything radical, an ideal you might pitch for. For me, an ideology crafted in the mooning mind is not worth the wind I occasionally let out, which little pass at least leaves me so much the better.

Two : the word perfection, sounding so profound, means little to me. Which, may I add, does not make me in the least sloppy, careless or callous, or less mindful and conscientious. There is no perfection that cannot be futher perfected, no best that cannot be bettered. Doing one’s best or to the best of one’s ability, within the constraints, sounds about right to me. I still remember the salesman, at an electronics goods counter in Singapore, asking a boastful customer rather deflatingly : What is your best, sir ?

Three : promises and plans sound as good to my ears as any other’s. But I do not hold my breath for it to come true. Truthfully, my reaction would soon turn sceptical, even into disbelief, and I am sure to consign the entire matter to the forgotten bin until it becomes worthy of resurrection upon evidence of effective effort. So, professional talkers, the glibbers, PR and advertising industry people, and politicians… Beware. This is one nut that will not be cracked by your words and beautiful presentations.

Four : when people use words like always, never, or any absolutes, they just arouse my suspicion of everything in the offering…

But you get drift, my dear. Which is how I am a realist, not why. As to why, well, let’s just say that I like walking the earth. What the astronauts do is not even interesting to me. So, what choice do I have ?

Except, that I will accept all of what I will otherwise refuse and refute, if you pre introduce yourself and declare yourself to be a romantic; or, if all of it were to relate to your person and concerns no one else in effect; or, if you do not expect or solicit belief at the very start… We both can have a laugh.

The Government Must Mistrust…

As against that cliched ruse which inimical forces employ to shield themselves in the name of ‘all the innocents,’ I see merit in government crackdown on people who keep their money in anonymity and move it in the cloak of secrecy, or ‘privacy’ as they say.

The government of the day is a representative of the people of this country though, most of us would agree, it has failed at its responsibilities for most of its tenures post independence and has actually sided with large- and small-scale black economy operators, working in institutionalised eddies of corruption and often in cahoots with anti national forces of diverse hues.

In the pic above, you may read up the featured write of a complicit mind who argues divisively for ‘the free Indian’ versus the ‘regimented’ one, who she as one who is part of the mainstream, who affiliates with the ruling BJP and is devoted to the Hindu way of life. I recognise the author as part of that corrupt ecosystem set deep during the previous UPA regime led by one Italian who married into the Nehru family, amassed billions in spoils, and now employs those ‘anonymous’ resources in fomenting chaotic disruptions all over and funding subversive forces to drag the country back into the hold of that clicque that her son now fronts.

The current NDA coalition, which topple the UPA in May 2014, has done especially well in undoing that self-serving ecosystem previously rooted, politically and economically, despite being under duress of programmes launched by black fief chiefs. It has not been helped by the country’s judiciary who, inadvertently or co-optedly, have judged to strengthen that ‘liberal’ smokescreen behind which the suavely unscrupulous find their solace and nurture their survival…all in the name of the innocents, seculars, liberals, deemed freedoms and privacy guarantees.

The government’s public outreach today lines up data in support of its decision to demonetise higher value denominations of the Indian Rupee. It cleared up much of mire in one stroke, which was followed up with another tall milestone reform in taxation system of goods and services. The two combine well with UID linked bank account to the economically weakest strata of our population, direct benefit transfer, crop insurance to farmers, filip to handloom industry, Make In India push, defence fortifying programs, and continued investments in core sectors. The recent jump in the country’s rank on “ease of doing business,” according to World Bank survey, rise in “corruption free” index, and surveyed measure of people’s confidence in this govt and in their own future, reflect the vastly improved state of affairs that now prevail in this nation of 1.3 billion people.


Thankfully, this govt and PM Modi are made of sterner stuff.

I regard it as as our nation’s good fortune that we, as a people, have succeessfully turned ourselves from running into the ground and covering ourselves with the filth of its pits.

Congratulations to us !

Let us give a hand to BJP in Gujarat and Himachal elections and endorse enthusiastically its second term in 2019.

India : Judiciary Must Not Arrogate Itself On People’s Back. The Govt Must Deliver On Our Constituted Road Map For The Future.

India’s hate speech law is contained in two constutional provisions : 153(A) and 295(A). For the scope of this essay, both are similar in import, against those who commit any act which is prejudicial to the maintenance of harmony between different religious,

racial, language or regional groups

or castes or communities,

and which disturbs

or is likely to disturb

the public tranquility.

If convicted, they shall be punished with imprisonment which may extend to three years, or with fine, or with both.

Going by the punishment, one would have to presume that the crime under these provisions has a range of implication, from minor to serious or severe, which nature is left for the law court to decide. How, on what basis ? Will it be by spontaneous extent of effect or politicised and manufactured rabble rousing by a determined few over a period of time ?

Also, going by its extreme effect on social health, why is the punished capped at 3 years in prison. As such, the law grossly underestimates the power of the word to vitiate social harmony from within, deep in the very way people think, over time that could prove incubatory until its effect actually explodes into open. Very often, too, the viciousness of the effect never attains closure, and continues to simmer for long, to germinate in secrecy and spread through infecting others who would.

These are a few aspects to the vague, non-specific and ill-thought nature of the hate speech law under discussion. As indeed its legislative and judicial history proves.

Legislative History 

A book, Rangila Rasul, was published in 1927. The book concerned the marriages and sex life of Prophet Muhammad. On the basis of a complaint, the publisher was arrested but later acquitted in April 1929 because there was no law against insult to religion.

The publisher was later murdered in Court by one Muslim fundamentalist, Ilm-ud-din. As a result, Ilm-ud-din was honored by the “religious” but inhumane elements in the community with the honorifics : ‘Ghazi’ and ‘Shaheed’.

Representative advocates of the same elements in the Indian Muslim community demanded a law against insult to religious feelings. Hence, the colonial British Government enacted Section 295(A).

This failure of the governing polity is glaring : of the unrepresentative government wedded to the interests of the Crown which, clearly uninterested in fostering long term goals of social and inter-faith harmony, failed to bring the people together and unite their will to the higher national purpose of common good.

There were composite villages in India, it must be pointed, who knew how to manage such differences better, and they did all the time. They still do, even today. But not the government of the day because it had no interest in furthering amity among people. The unspoken “divide and rule” dictum was a tried and trusted policy then.

From how successive governments have behaved through post-Independence decades, I am not sure if the same divide and rule policy lapsed in August 1947. Not by how the Civil Services cadre have lived and acted, by their priviledged status, and not by the manner in which our judiciary has functioned, in its deified isolation.

via India : Judiciary Must Not Arrogate Itself On People’s Back. The Govt Must Deliver On Our Constituted Road Map For The Future.

Hindu RW & The Observer’s Life

The Hindu Right has their task cut out, protecting the Hindu practitioners of their free way of life against authoritarian, citadel bound Abrahamic imports that infiltrate armies of conscripted men and women to convert the unsuspecting through deceit and lure. The latter are launched of obnoxious strategies and their particular methods including ‘love jihad’ and ‘population jihad’ of the Islamists and ‘saffron conversion camps’ of Christian missionaries are outright criminal and fraudelant.

Being in a kind of war, the Hindu Right is bound to be militant in their battles while opposing the softly violent creeps. I have two cautions though : one, the Hindu Right warriors must be trained or retrained into that kshatriya dharmic outlook which is fierce and ruthless but also just and not without rules of conduct; and, two, it must not usurp claims of being the whole concern of the Hindu mainstream in the subcontinent. The first necessity is obvious : we do not want them to turn inhumane or subhuman at any point through their battles. But second needs an elaboration.

The whole concern of the Hindu way is spiritual, meaning a continuously expanding heart in day to day action, in preparation of that all-consuming self effulgence during atma sakshatkar, proceeding from the intellect. There is no other way for the Hindu, live or die. The kshatriya teams of the Hindu Right should be oath-bound to protect, not overshadow or usurp, the spiritual occupation of common adherents of the Sanatan way.


I have a small bed of plants that look like ubiquitous creepers but display absolutely profound behaviour. Every morning these days, they flower bright yellow and deep pink that can hold you mesmerised for a while. Then, by late afternoon, they are no more : gone, shrivelled and fallen. They are an exact metaphor for the observer’s life, rather his or her lifetime. It buds unknown, blooms to prominence, and disappears without a trace.

The seculars have history to replace this impermanence, scientists their theories of everything, and conservatives their traditions. The Hindu has reincarnation, karma, and immortality of the self pure.

There is life perennial and the flickering life of the observer. There is sound in the wilderness when a tree falls, with and without an ear to hear it. Mind it, will you ?

Journal : Roots And Heritage

The sound of Vedic hymns from the banks of our rivers rang in my ears, the celestial song of Gita and the fullsome narrative of the grand epics once more brought the tear-filled eyes of my sire to my memory, and the heroes who cared not for their loss or defeat but only of who they represented and what they stood for…

It was only thereafter that I picked my life once again with a doubtless certainty of who I was, what my life was for, and how my path ahead meandered through all the senselessness, meaninglessness and unrelatedness I had found myself in. The awareness of my roots and my heritage saved me from a certain suicidal purposelessness. It gave meaning to the mountains I visited, the people I met and conversed with, the forces I opposed, the views I demolished, the ways of life and thought I came to second and support, and the values that earlier chimed within me without any apparent basis.

Source: Journal : Roots And Heritage

Journal : My Odyssey

This is an intimate poem started in late 1980s,

reviewed umpteen times, and finished minutes before.

It’s a long poem that brings a lifetime to the point of the pen…

It is witness’ record of the beginning of that transformation mishmash which remained in process for a decade before the pheonix rose and soared away, and returned after aeons to assume a face and live in grace.


Source: Journal : My Odyssey

Journal : Musings

#Govts need to acknowledge that allowing speculation is inflationery … a -ve in terms of public good and a crime not categorised yet. Buying up natural resources – land, water, forests, coastal fronts, foodgrains, housing, etc – in order to hoard or do as one pleases, or raise a buiness to serve the Profit Motive, should be regulated to ensure ban, moderation or re-orienting the motive. Without delay…

#BigBiz needs to acknowledge that Promoter’s Profit is not a public good of the same order as wages and affordabilty of the products : Wages signify a social value and are the only honourable method to spread surplus income of a collective enterprise.


Source: Journal : Musings

“I Am Free.” But At Death !

Daniel was an Iraq War veteran. He killed himself. But before he did…

On June 10, 2013, Daniel wrote the following letter to his family before taking his life.

Daniel was 30 years old. His wife and family have given permission to publish it.

I am sorry that it has come to this.

The fact is, for as long as I can remember my motivation for getting up every day has been so that you would not have to bury me. As things have continued to get worse, it has become clear that this alone is not a sufficient reason to carry on. The fact is, I am not getting better, I am not going to get better, and I will most certainly deteriorate further as time goes on. From a logical standpoint, it is better to simply end things quickly and let any repercussions from that play out in the short term than to drag things out into the long term.


Source: “I Am Free.” But At Death !

Dear Maureen, Thank You !

Ms Maureen Sudlow, allow me this occasion to thank you with my deepest regard for you, your kind soul, and the beautiful blogposts you have never failed to put up to my great delight each time.

It such a pleasure to inform you that one of your posts I had shared a few days back on my FB page, Notes India, has reached over 8,750 people.


Just felt like raising a toast and taking a zig with you.


To : Ms Maureen Sudlow

c/o @

Vedanta : In Brief

Look at the pic… lovers alive. Actually, exquisite carving from solid rock.

Is it the rock ? Well… it is, was and will be… nothing apart from it. Isn’t it ?

Is it a man and woman ? A couple ? It sure appears, as forms with names we have for them.

The rock is the lasting truth… the Truth that would outlast the form, even after time and weather has eroded their being.

The form, and the forms it includes, are true… truths as of now, untill time negates them in a century or a few millenia.

So… what is for you ? Rock or forms ? Brahman or Maya ? If it is the rock, there is no form. It is rock. If it is the form, where is the rock ?

In the compromised world of words, we’d say it is both. Or, that they are the same.

But the puritan would insist… it’s got to be one.

And the pagan would see it everywhere, in every bit of the form in his sight !