April 3.....My first official day of courtship....

Yes...I liked her.....toooooooooooooo muchhhhh, as she did feel a girl who is actually happy being with me forever...I actually felt loved....and liked so deeply with complete faith and respect. O Lord, please...make me capable enough to keep her happy always!

March 21, 2010

It’s March and I am preparing for the marriage. Before preparations in actual action the mental exercise has begun. The planning is most important. And, I am just putting main things to do on piece of paper. The rest will be sub-plans.

My role is obviously not of any price but of an executive who will plan, execute and also organize things. However, handling individuals and their oversensitivities could be a big challenge me.

Lord Krishna, please give me courage.




Today, it was an irritating start of the day. I was irritated to notice there wasn’t any Baniyan for me. Ahead of the girl’s side we put things in a disorganized way and thus everything was put wherever someone wanted. The result is I am finding it hard to locate my belonging which I did keep at some place.

We were supposed to visit Mamaji. I brought sweets box. But all in vain. I reached home and turned irritated over Baniyan. I just denied to go to Mamaji’s house in that mood. Brother also denied taking Mumma there without me. He said if Sandeep is busy so was he. The visit was cancelled for the day. Perhaps, till we recover from our mood.





March 2, 2010

The Ungrateful

The partition of Hindustan into India and Pakistan in 1947 was such a tragic incident that even after over six decades its pain is felt in various Mushaiyaras, Kavi Sammelans and occasional meetings of people from both sides of the border.

The exodus of people to either side of the border was biggest ever recorded in history books. Millions of people migrated to India from that side to live through Punjab borders. A section of these people were Punjabi families, which suffered attacks by their long time friends, neighbours, and well-wishers as part of mob violence.

These Punjabis somehow managed to reach to Indian side leaving behind their ancestral properties. Many of these people develop goose bums on their body if they were to recall those terrible days of migration, the consistent fear of being slaughtered or looted or even physically molested. It is said that so many women preferred diving into the wells while running for security from a chasing mad-mob that also included blood thirsty and savage individuals who would rape any woman or teenaged girls they could catch hold of before killing.

The lucky ones who could reach the Indian borders were offered shelter in the refugee camps, especially set up for their help. But due to limited resources the government wasn’t in a condition to arrange for their two square meal, clothes to wear or other basic amenities. Jansangh or the present-day Rashtriya Swayamsewak Sangh, a Hindu cultural organistion, came forward to be of help to these refugee families in such a desperate time. The women, the children, the elderly and the injured all were helpless and wanted help to survive. And, at this moment, the RSS volunteers served them with a dedicated spirit and enable them to carry on without fear.

Children of those families are not aged and still recall the timely help they received from the RSS.

However, it can shock anyone having even slight awareness of those desperate days of Partition and families’ plight if he or she comes across children of those families describing RSS as a fundamentalist or Hindu militant group. These modern-day children of those refugee families’ sole purpose is nothing but to disturb communal harmony in India. The political wing of RSS is today known as Bharatiya Janata Party and religious wing as the Vishwa Hindu Parishad. These two dominant wings are dedicated to the cause of protecting the right to life and respect in their own country without being oppose to the same right available to member of non-Hindu communities in the country.




Feb.8, 2010

Dixit sahab told me today that I am perceived as a Ghost Writer for Ravinder Singh Robin. I was surprise why he has chosen to describe me like that. I asked D, what is the reason for it when the person, who is working as reporter with ANI, has been connected by the company itself. Being the in-charge for Punjab stories, he automatically send his stories to me and I have to present it properly. I told hem there is nothing to such a good relation and just because I choose to converse in the language he finds convenient. D himself said Rao sahab must have also thought about just like he converses in Kannada language with persons of his state, it shouldn’t be unusual to find you conversing in Punjabi with Robin and also misconstrue it anything beyond convenience. But I take it Ghost Write remark as a compliment that at least I could be something for something, even if I am not.




I believe to reduce…..

Spelling mistakes…we should write often enough and read a little but with complete focus on words. It is useful to study easiest and well-written pieces everyday for a few days to remind ourselves of familiar words, their usage and spellings.

For spoken….we must listen to quality speakers and also read with deep involvement, as if we want to listen to words being pronounced in our mind while reading it out. It’s always helpful to read out anything on computer as if we are trying to narrate it to a child in front of us. It helps in developing or improving our narrative style and smoothens our tongue, the most important factor for avoiding hiccups while using a language or new or big words.

For writing…..we must, must read easiest possible write ups i.e. letters to the editor of The Hindu or daily reports of the same newspaper. TOI also serves quality language.


Feb.7, 2010

Is seeking a traffic sergeant’s identity card a crime?

On Feb.7, in a rush to reach my office, I jumped a traffic signal at Jhandewalan roundabout, as it was empty road and no vehicle in side from even very far off. I opted to join other vehicles standing there and waiting for the other side of the traffic to clear. A traffic sergeant came and asked why did I cross the road on Red signal. Without argument I accepted I did a mistake. He asked me to park the vehicle and started asking for my documents. I produced duplicate of my original license. He rejected it. I accepted and stated it was because I have suffered theft of papers so I usually carry that copy and keep the original at home. He asked for my Registration Copy (R.C.). I produced it. It was okay. Then he asked for my insurance document. I said I wasn’t carrying it but could produce it right away from home.

But Jai Singh, the sergeant, simply refused to wait for it saying he won’t like waiting for me in the meanwhile I go and return from home. Sensing he is getting after my skin for basically a minor offence of red light jumping, I said I was ready to pay for the offence. But he disagreed to accept that. He said I should pay it in court instead. I asked him, when I am ready to pay here why should I go there? Besides, I was getting late. But he remained adamant and kept writing for about 10 minutes. I asked him why was he not allowing me to pay at the place of incident itself. He said: “NO”.

I asked him to show me his I-card first before I handover my all documents in his custody. He took out a card for a glimpse and just put it back without letting me even read the name or see the photo in it? He felt agitated on it and said now I will show you what it means to ask for an identity card of a traffic policeman. He again started writing. When I asked what he was actually writing now, he said that it was that I misbehaved with him. I was shocked. I asked him but what was exactly that I commit to make him so furious? He said “nothing”. But as another sergeant arrived at the spot, he said this guy asked wanted to see my I-card and hence I am showing him what can I do. I was surprised on this revelation. It was happening just because I asked for his I-card? I was surprised and said but that is what anyone should do before handing over documents.

He said that’s what you are witnessing. He kept on writing. And, asked for my office card, as PRESS was written on the motorbike. I said I am a journalist that’s why I have written that for night shifts. He asked for my office I-card to identify me. I game him that. He called my office. I asked why? He said to complain about my misbehaviour. But for what? I asked. He said because you have misbehaved and not signing the challan without reading it. I was shocked what was he upto?



Feb.3, 2010

The smile, the taunts, the show off Bihari dom existing in office or around is becoming a constant irritant. I feel ashamed of the Dilliwalas who are not understanding their place, position and respect is being captured by these strange Biharis. Though I have many good and respectful friends from Bihar, some of the Bihari guys are polluting the warm feeling I have always cherished while talking to them.


I wish maximum people understand that they need to be careful and be ready unitedly to take of their own space from Biharis.



Feb.1, 2010

Mukesh sir at Sopan shocked me with the present reality of Asian Age. He told me how Asian Age is being run in an unprofessional way, as the journalists working there are under intense pain to quit or compromise with personal dignity. The abuses, the reprimand with heavy pay packet is there for anyone to join or stay away for.






Jan.25, 2010

I am pained to find Dianne, a girl who does entertainment stories in Print Section, demanding a seat from Sreeraj, who does political stories, on the premise that that particular seat belonged to the Entertainment department. When I told her it was such a small thing and all seats basically belonged to the team of Print section that we work for, she refused to accept it.

She said: “Look at the audacity of Shreeraj, he asked me if I could sit elsewhere. I felt like slapping him.” The statement shocked me to think of the level the entire print section has reached. There was a time when we worked as a team. Today, there is such a feeling that we are two separate departments altogether.

She has always looked divisionary, I have noticed, and a bit too much on the face when it comes to “my” or “your” kind of situation. But it felt hurting today to see her speaking like that without hesitation for the mediocre way or embarrassment for her words. None of us ever uses such a blunt or disturbing statement but her attitude on such a subject felt shocking.

I believe two fellows—Chandrika Jain and Bhavana Shekhawat—sown the seeds from our section. And, Shilpa, who worked for marketing, and Pooja of entertainment section, in our same department, spoiled the loving and inspirational team spirit by their self-centred and unconcerned attitude towards others special occasions triggered that attitude in Bhavana, on several occasions. The celebration of individuals’ birthdays or farewells working in their section and never of persons working in our section, peeved a lot. Bhavna was the first person to point it out to me and I realized it then onwards. They have always given me so much respect at ANI.

But now I feel foolish to have felt all as a team. But having such a mindset of different departments is shocking. Nobody has noticed the growing distance among hearts in this section. I am utterly disappointed to notice such a development in attitudes.



Jan.24, 2010

12.50 p.m

I am shocked to notice the foreign delegates giving a thousand rupee note at R.K.Puram traffic signal despite being educated and informed.

Why do educated people give money to child beggars or sellers? Can't they understand they are promoting their exploitation?

9.00 p.m.

Mr.Dixit surprised me today by asking about my ailing mother’s health. I felt very nice about this courtesy. He told me that his Mrs. (Bhabhi ji) asked him why he hadn’t asked about my mother’s health condition till date for such a long time.

He also offered me that I could take time off whenever I needed to depending upon my mother’s need. He said, irrespective of others he would always be with me in such an hour.

I am actually surprised and conveyed my thanks and Namaskar to Bhabhi ji.