Game of (Not to be) Thrown

I am fairly active in social media specially Facebook(FB) and LinkedIn(LI). Off late I see there are two clans, the Facebook clan and LinkedIn Clan. I feel this divide always existed in society, before social media we had Times of India clan and Economics Times clan. I always belonged to the inferior clan. During my MBA our professor used to say if you don’t follow ET you are not eligible for MBA, I always felt I am sitting at fence. I started following ET but it was literal follow up…it remained ahead of me and I trailed by miles…we never walked parallel nor did we have any introduction or get to know you…I sometime pick it up in airport it helps in long journey flights the moment I open it I fall asleep.

Anyway with time I moved on and the Crossroads of life has brought me to a point where I am facing the similar challenges with FB and LI. When I see FB it has all the pictures of my friends they are enjoying abroad all smiling, their kids are winning competitions, Spouse is cooking mouth-watering dishes, they are running miles and miles and cycling till the end of earth and eating Vada at roadside shop (Spoiling the entire effort). On the other hand I have my LI friends, same guys…the difference is their DP in FB is in nickers and printed Tee, but in LI they are all decked up with Blazer and tie. All Cauliflower friends of FB look like Broccoli in LI. Everyone seems to be involved in intelligent business…those graphs, comments, and likes gives me a sense that I paused in between but the world moved from stone age to robot age. Half of my friends who lacked common sense are now commenting on Artificial  intelligence, few are talking data analytics, Big data Python, anaconda, rattle snake, R, S, T and what not…and the other half of them are Founder/Co-Founder and CEO. Even few guys who opened their own hiring consultancy call themselves Chief Talent Officers, recruiter is so cliché you see.

Some of these guys are Vigilantes like we have Cow Vigilantes there are few guys who are LI vigilantes (LIV). Their job is to comment in posting and helping people to segregate what is appropriate for LI and what should go to FB. Though LI is not particular and they have no guidelines specifically but our vigilantes have guidelines along with authority both are pseudo in nature.

But people like me who are at fence are trying to understand how to get the subscription of this clan. We have gatekeepers in the form of LIV. So after great efforts I have cracked how to post in LI and create visibility for myself. Here are few tips for you:

Example:1

You want to post the family Pizza party yesterday at home.

FB – “The family Pizza party”, attach some pics

But you need to be careful in LI. If you just post, The family Pizza party, a LIV will comment “LI is a professional network, please maintain the sanctity, use Facebook for your family celebration”

For LI – Title it “Pizza Wisdom” – Yesterday we ordered the Pizza at home and my both kids started fighting on the last slice. They had their own argument for the ownership both equally legit and both kids disagree to cut into halves, what can be the possible solution…Aren’t we facing the same challenges at office daily…Team Dynamics are so crucial for a healthy delivery.

LIV will read the jargon “Team Dynamics” and press the approve button.

Example 2:

You are sport lover…Kohli hits a century and you post

In FB – What a temperament, what a concentration…Classic defense and spectacular attack…Way to go Kohli?

You post this and you had it from LIV.

Rephrase it:

The gesture of Kohli after his century is such a great lesson for marketing guys…Maintain the calmness on the ground let your numbers make the noise…

LIV will see terms like Lesson and Marketing and will keep quiet.

Example 3:

You watched a Bean video in FB you can post – Ha ha ha…Nice one

Before posting in Linkedin read his quick biography…check all his failures and then write Never Give up…He was rejected for his stammering during his early career days…Now he is world’s one of the most celebrated personality.

LIV will see a strong message and stay away from your post…

Example 4:

You watched Prem Ratan Dhan Payo of Salman and got frustrated with the movie…you want to take the frustration out…Post in FB – Utter waste movie…waste of time and money.

In LinkedIn, Salman Khan in Prem Ratan Dhan Payo and Maggi in market need to understand quality does matter…You just can’t fool people on your Brand name …LIV will see the Jargon Brand and will pass it.

Last but not the least:

Example:5

You are feeling religiously high, how can you express yourself

FB – Simply say “Jai Mata Di”

The threat is, LIV will kick you and make you taste the dust with their knees pressed hard against your neck and hands cuffed in their fist.

To Christine it for LI part of world you have to just sprinkle the holy water

This Dussehra break allowed me the much needed isolation from work…Maslow’s Hierarchy theory is knocking the door…Self-actualization seems so close

“JAI MATA DI”

Now your comment is baptised to LI standards. Just because you mentioned the professional Jargon “Maslow’s Hierarchy” your post is compliant. LIV will like and may comment also…

In my view this is a “Game of Thrown” a war of ‘F’lam’B’oyance against E’Li’gance and if you fail you will be thrown, hence…this is a concise tutorial or a quick reference guide. I’m planning for a detailed workshop for this soon, and will post some pics in LI…Please do like, comment, and share.

Being Indian

My Facebook friends are divided into two groups, one who loves Modi and one who loves Kejriwal. Those who love Modi hate Kejriwal and Vice versa. Modi lovers call Kejriwal Khujli and Kejri lovers call Modi Feku.

Everyday some stats are produced by Modi supporters how Modi managed to impress world leaders…and how Kejri behaved like a lunatic. On the other hand Kejri lovers produce the stats how Modi government is not doing things for mango people and Kejri is giving his every bit.

What really disturbs me is the immaturity of the people. The ‘Share’ button is pressed even before the sense function of brain is activated. That too in a world where google can find you everything. Actually I feel this is the time when you know Photoshop you can glorify/vandalize any personality, institution or anything. And trust me there is a collection of jokers who will join you. There is a race to do the character assassination. You kill my leader’s character i will kill yours. You question my leader’s ability i will questions yours. You make fun of my leader i will make fun of yours. We all became so perception driven. We have made good perception about one person and constantly support him or her, and the adverse is equally true.

In the midst of all these i keep thinking where are those days when leaders like Mr.PV Narasimha Rao respected the leader of opposition Shri Vajpayeeji and sent him as the head of delegation to represent India in UN safety council meet. Humble Vajpayeeji accepted it and went with a grace, represented with determination and came back with accolades. That confidence on opposition is gone, that respect for incumbents has vanished.We are living in a world where two parties are like two poles of a magnet, all they can do is repel each other…

My question is, is it important to spit venom against the leader, you don’t like? If you are convinced S/he is not fit, is it important that you try to convince others as well? Why don’t we live in positive world. Just praise your leader and highlight his or her good things. Do not involve in mud slinging business. Remember, even a dead clock is right twice a day. Respect it. Don’t become a congress BJP or a local party supporter…if at all you want to support something, support good work irrespective of the individual/party who is doing it. I loved congress during Indiraji,Rajivji and PVN days, I loved BJP in the leadership of Vajpayee and and love the way Modiji is taking it forward. I love the way Arvindji experimenting the new way of doing politics…But above all I love my country My very own India.

Hum Hongey Kaamyaab

Dear fellow citizens of India, on a Sunday when world is sleeping we all are here at freedom park to make another ‘tryst with the destiny’ and certainly we’ll redeem it with the successful implementation of ‘Janlokpal’. In last few days we have seen the unprecedented scenes of enthusiasm across the country seething, swaying humanity wildly cheered by scores of people. This is just to show the Indian politics/politicians that it’s too dark now the rooster in the form of Anna is hooting from the lighthouse of Ramlila Maidan and understand it’s the beginning of dawn.

Congress’s commitment to bring a strong lokpal looks more a subjective manipulation than an objective manifestation. Our Prime Minister Mr.Manmohan Singh Should actually rename himself to ‘Manmoun Singh’ ‘Moun’ in Hindi is basically the ‘silence’. He always chose to silence on all key issues. He says – I don’t have a magic wand to eradicate corruption. Mr. Prime Minister Magic in real world is nothing but illusion. We’re not expecting you to roll a magic wand; you rather should roll your sleeves and better work against corruption by passing the lokpal bill.

Congress spokesperson Mr. Manish Tiwari, this gentleman’s mother and sister got attacked in Ludhiana during last assembly election. Addressing media he said – “what kind of people they are. They don’t have regards for women and senior citizen”. Now when he addresses Anna as ‘Tum’ and slings some false allegations, what kind of respect is he exhibiting for a senior citizen? Has he forgotten the fact that respect for every individual always remained supreme value of Congress. Gandhiji used to respect every citizen and that formed the genesis of his war against inequality in South Africa. When Anna was fighting as a soldier in Indian army his(Manish Tiwari) mother wouldn’t even have conceived Manish and that person addresses Anna as ‘Tum’. Such statement from the oldest/ruling party shows the moral degradation and absolute ignorance towards the fundamental values in them. I feel this era of Congress will be known as Cong’disgrace’.

Kapil Sibal says this lokpal is the bill of five people. Five people can’t decide what should be the law of country. Mr.Sibal you have poor knowledge of Indian epics…just turn the pages of Mahabharata and you’ll understand the power of 5 pandavas has decided the fate of this country in 18 days. The only difference is, during treta yuga the count of Kaurava was 100 in kaliyug it is 500. But never mind it’ll not impact the result, the “truth will prevail”.

This government has tried all the tactics, in Sanskrit we call it Saam, Daam, dand, bhed. Saam is talks Samjhouta or compromise. Congress govt knows the seat which they are warming as of now will liberate plethora of heat once lokpal is passed; hence they are all set to compromise and provide us a teethless system but the civil society gatekeepers dint allow them to gate crash. Their idea failed.

Civil society is a collection of intelligent learned and honest people they can’t be bribed. So the niti of daam also dint work.

They tried to imprison Annaji, the uproar of people breached through the glass doors and concrete walls of PMO. So the dand neeti failed too.

Now, they are trying the Bhed. Mr.Prime Minister said RSS is involved in this movement and a particular religion is not participating. Let me ask how many of you my muslims brothers and sisters here want to buy this opinion of Mr.PM. My brothers from Islamic religion, in the holy month of Ramadan we need to unite and give a good resistance to those people who are behaving like a caliph. Under Anna’s guidance insah allah we’ll win this war of Karbala. Do not fall prey to their words this is the neeti of bhed. Mr.PM is trying to become another Lord Dalhousie, but let’s be firm we’ll not fall prey, we were one we are one, and we’ll be one.

My dear brothers and sisters I’m living you guys with a very simple thought to ponder:

Jazbey say ek dhela uchaal kar to dekho- Kaun kehta hai aasmaan may ched nahi hota?

Jai Anna Hazarey – Jai Karnataka – Jai Hind

The Reality

When you are shuffling between the channels in your TV the only channel which doesn’t have a reality show is DD Lok Sabha.  Rest all channels have something in it. Everyone is trying to give opportunity to some singer, dancer, stand up comedians, magician or what not? Sometimes I wonder what happens to these talents after the reality show. Maybe after few years we’ll have so many such people that North America will outsource some business of singing to India. Indians will sing lullabies in the night for the kid of a working mother in US. That will be the time when China will start exporting cheap reality stars; they will do better than any established star for few days and after that they will perish and become incorrigible. Pakistan will venture for fake reality stars to destroy Indian economy, they will send some terrorists to India with reality star’s Visa.

We’ll have a ministry in government called ‘Ministry of reality’ possibly headed by Rahul Mahajan and Rakhi Sawant will be the Spokesperson. Even the voting for these programs will come under the purview of election commission.

Ministry of HRD may introduce some subjects like PCM -Popularity, Choreography and Music. Maybe when the quality of the reality stars will deteriorate people like Darsheel Safary and Anandi will participate in a debate as Subject matter experts.

Also, the upbringing of the kids will be little different. Parents may leave kids in a closed room with limited/conditional ration to teach them autarky in isolation. This will make them competent for programs like ‘Bigg Boss’. They will also be taught how to consume drugs, wife beating and becoming the failure person in life. This will confer their eligibility for Bigg Boss. This is how the proverb ‘Failures are the stepping stones of success’ will come true.  The winners of these programs will then be directly absorbed for the positions in High Court and Supreme Court judges.

We might also have institutes called IIR like IIM and IIT. People will write RAT (Reality Aptitude Test) to become better stars and the bouquet of courses will be, Singing, Dancing, Stand up Comedian So on and so forth. This institute will teach them how to strategize in group events to vote someone out and do some emotional drama to pull more votes in individual events.

Nowadays, when you see in the sky you might get sight of some kites flying high being controlled by kids on ground. Very soon you will find some kids flying in sky; do not get confused that they are endeavoring to become pilots, they will be practicing the aerial acts for a dance reality show.

The next generation talks will be full of ‘beeps’. Imagine a pre nursery class room tutor is teaching them letters D, E and F.

Teacher asks- D for?

Kids reply – Dooooooolllll

Teacher- E for?

Kids answer – Elephaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant

Teacher ask – F for

Kids – beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

Managing Shambhoo and Bamboo

A farmer in the countryside had two sons namely Shambhoo and Bamboo. Everything was going fine in his life till he meets with an accident and injures his legs beyond the point of reinstatement. Finally he calls both of his sons to formally transfer the legacy. Shambhoo was very keen while his dad was doing the knowledge transfer and starts putting the whole hearted effort from day one. Father was bed ridden but he was supervising the things from the window next to his bed. The only thing he could see from his window was all green farm and was quite happy thinking at least one of them has taken the responsibility. One fine morning he decides to see his lush green farm, how it looks as a whole. He pulls his crutches and with great difficulty walks out. For his astonishment, the entire farm was unploughed and messy except for the part which was visible from window.

Management lesson 1: ” Dashboard can be green…Probably that’s the only thing which is green.”

With full disappointment   he walks back to his room and works on action plan. He calls his son bamboo and threatens him to sever him from his share in the farmland. Bamboo walks out of the room. Days pass by father is not a happy man. He stopped having a view from window and closed it forever.  He can presume what the site would be outside. Lightening never flashed, thunder never scared him, and there were no rains for long. He knew the farm will be full of withered crops but he couldn’t stop himself after sometime. He walks down the aisle and opens the door. He is flabbergasted with the view; the farm is completely lush green. Crops are ready for the harvest and as expected there was only one son working on the farm. He decides to walk close to him and thank him for the green farm. As he goes close to the son working in farm, he is again surprised; the person who was working in farm was Bamboo.

Management lesson 2:  When nothing works ‘Bamboo’ works.

After few days while looking at his complete farm father realized the fact that though the things are working fine, the way farm is plowed and seeded it’s only used 75% and the yield is only 60%. Though the farm was fully green the return was only average. Father this time decides to give the Adam’s Speech to Shambhoo. Father invited him and asked him the relevance of his role in farm if only Bamboo has to work.  Shambhoo sees a threat to his position and he also starts contributing in farm. Now the subject matter expertise of Shambhoo and occasional intervention of Bamboo worked well. Next season yield was better than the previous year.

Management lesson 3:  Bamboo can be a very good navigator and Shambhoo can be a good driver, and the vehicle’s run is optimized when they are in respective seats only.

This time father decided to get into the business and lead it from front. He used his years of experience in guiding them. He mixed and matched the seeds to sow and the amount of land to be engaged for a particular seed. Also, he engaged both of his sons effectively. He was very well aware that the over usage of either of them will have adverse effect on their effectiveness. This year yield was best, they made a fortune of crops.

Management lesson 4:  The best leadership is one which know when to Use Shambhoo and when Apply Bamboo.

A Second Class Journey

I have travelled a lot in the second class compartment of the Indian Railway system; this is the first time I observed it so closely. It was then that I realized, in a third world country being a middle class person  how happening  it is to travel in this only fast, cheap and convenient mode of transport.

My journey was from Bangalore to Nagpur by name “Sampark Kranti” basically meaning “Connect revolution”. I’m sure the thought of Indian Railways behind bringing in this venture is of creating a revolution in connecting different parts of the country. However, most initiatives in our country do not necessarily accomplish the very reason for which they were established. Governments ventures for development and accomplish scams. Opt for ‘Nuke deals’ and accomplish no confidence motion and above all aspiring democrats’ committing rape and murder end up with a ticket to parliament. Anyways I’m travelling in a second class compartment and train is creeping on the track after a massive honk from the pressure horn. One of the engine drivers is showing a green flag and his counterpart, a guard in the last bogie is reciprocating to it with a green flag. It often makes me wonder why they sync with each other before train moves; does it confirm the full length of train intact? Our train was picking up speed and from the window I could see a big stretch of India lying idle and being unutilized. It’s lack of efforts and initiatives that we have not explored and exploited the opportunities lying in this land. I’m sure if dates and melon can grow in deserts this land too is capable of enough to grow something if not anything at least Samosa, bread cutlet breakfast. Now what’s this bin suddenly coming my way!!!There goes my thought process punctured, as a vendor injects a virtual menu card of his ‘ready to serve’ products. His effort to hunt hungry people seems to go in vain at least in my compartment. But, however I appreciate his persistence in screaming out “Garam Samosay” “Tasty cutlet”. Claim of Samosay being Garam stating a more subjective manipulation than an objective manifestation, good enough to trigger a sudden urge in the person who was sitting next to me. He beckoned “O Samosa!!!” I was surprised, what a name? As if he had full acquaintance with one of the Samosa in the vendors plate and called that in particular to tackle his appetite. I was definitely proved wrong as it was the call for vendor. This did not perturb the vendor who was busy moving ahead. Ultimately leading to someone in between this hungry soul and the vendor had to cascade his voice in order to grab the vendor’s attention and he returned towards us. It made me wonder what this famished soul (my neighbor) was thinking when vendor was passing by us. I’m sure he could afford it and now it’s also got confirmed that he desired it but I believe he was contemplating with the willingness, fortunately however he was not too late in his decision making our Samosawala is now standing in front of us instantly just like Aladdin’s genie when the lamp was rub. I could now see him carrying a number of Samosas sandwiched between the tray and an oil soaked paper. The paper was serving more as a mini skirt for the entire vicinity of the tray revealing more than it was supposed to hide, psychologically it was supposed to work as a hygiene agent and was sufficient to convince the middle class passenger of a second class compartment. I could see my fellow traveler is munching an Indian Samosa with Chinese sauce conveying if not at diplomatic level at least at a salivatory base – “Hindi Chini Bhai Bhai”.

After a brief flurry of activities I’m back to my day dreaming across the landscapes which I see through my window appreciating the beauty of nature. Appreciating the creator and his creations, the beauty he made the colors he filled and above all he made these entire things available to us absolutely free. On the horizon I could see the sky covered with clouds and the sun playing hide and seek. Constantly moving I can feel the consistent cold breeze and the warmth of sun intermittently complimenting each other. This is what god has gifted us and what we have given in return is “Garam Chai”. Oh it sucks!!! You don’t even have rights to get carried away with your thoughts. Every now and then somebody will breach the jurisprudence of your thoughts and choke the entire flow conveniently. Since morning, every second vendor is selling the drink of boredom “tea or coffee” which is possibly the most preferred drink for an idle Indian. No doubt, there are so many tea stalls close to government offices. Nevertheless, these tea coffee vendors were still selling this liquor like hot cakes.

Here, I’m sitting on the side berth feeling they are possibly the best berths unless you’re bestowed with height above 165cms. Etched, on the window I could see someone has scribbled “Chanda, I love you…Rahul”. Which made me think the infinite number of assumptions the owner of these words would have made before leaving this graffiti here?

Assumption 1: Chanda will also travel on the same route.                                                                                                  

 Assumption 2: Considering Rahul’s emotions Indian Railways will arrange the same compartment during her travel

Assumption 3: She’ll sit in the same seat (considerations as mentioned above)                                                   

Assumption 4:The railway compartment window will do the job of a cupid successfully replacing a pigeon in 21^st century

What should I consider this? Height of optimism!!! In the event of the above character not having made above assumption and these words flowing out of emotional passion; I failed to understand the logic behind bringing awareness about his valentine to people travelling in a train fully aloof of either of the characters and their emotional aggression(“it’s like the ‘emotional ‘atyachaar’”). We Indians are hypocrites towards love affairs as we love it in theory and have a constant anathema towards it in real life. We are ok as long as it happens in our neighborhood but we become averse to it when it happens to one of our own- in terms of religion, cast, creed and what not, comes in picture, compliance to every norm towards the facets mentioned above becomes mandatory and in case you dare to revolt “Soup-Soup, fresh tomato soup”. A vendor is selling “fresh tomato soup”. Not sure what does ‘fresh’ mean here, if the soup is made fresh or it’s made of fresh tomatoes. Either way, at 1.30pm a starter cum appetizer, coming for all those middle class people, who are habituate of three course menus. A gentle man has finished his lunch just now and has ordered a tomato soup for himself, an appetizer as dessert. It happens only in…

Ever since I boarded the train I’d have moved my bottom a couple of times just to adjust my posture, except for that I was sitting like a statue. Now I can feel my kidneys have worked properly in the course, my bladders are full and require a quick clear. I stood up and walked towards the restroom. I’m standing in the corridor between two restrooms and one of them claims ‘Western Style’. I opened the door and went in. I found a commode seat which was western style and used in Indian way. Two prominent shoe prints on the seat was making it more evident. Since, I had a small call I honored the seat by lifting it and achieved my sole objective of coming to this place. I can compare the walls of restroom from the walls of Khajuraho. Somebody who was aspirant of higher sex education but deprived of appropriate stationery used the walls of restroom as his paper and prepared a solid presentation of ‘love making’. Apart from this there were few mobile numbers which claimed ‘full satisfaction’. Also, there was a doctor (he claimed at least) with expertise in treating some venereal diseases with guarantee. Not sure about his competency and claims, but I liked the place of promotion. I have fastened my waist belt and noticed somebody is fiddling with the door stopper and few more minutes the person may barge in.

It’s the mid of afternoon and most of the people are bit drowsy after a heavy lunch and the middle berths are coming up people are going for sleep. A gentle man in opposite berth has taken out his sleepers and kept it under his head and went to sleep. I never knew a chappal can be used as a pillow too. May be this is the only time when chappal at head is well accepted. Soon the gentleman went into deep sleep a strong chain taking care of his belongings and his head is ensuring the chappal’s security. I too went to sleep by leaving my chappal in its fates disposal. Evening when I woke up I picked up a “Garam Masala Tea”. May be it was Garam (Hot) when it was prepared, not when it was served to me. As far as Masala is concerned it was lacking its basic ingredient i.e. Tea. This is what happens when market is ruled by monopolist. You don’t even get the value for the money; on the other hand the capitalists pile the money in their lockers. At one hand the world is moving from “Customer Satisfaction” to “Customer Delight” on the other hand people are deprived of proper food also on wheels and what are we doing sitting by and clapping, clap clap…Oh Somebody is clapping next to me. It’s a eunuch asking for donation considering him/her being sexually challenged. I offered a two rupee coin but he/she was programmed to identify minimum Rs.10 note. I was reluctant for this demand. What an irony, being the recipient of somebody’s mercy you has the arrogance of demand. But he/she was stubborn moreover hell bent on her demand and tried to take my self-respect into ransom. But I too gave a strong defense, maybe it was beyond her expectation and she realized that giving a fight to person of my character is not worth especially when it’s your peak business hour. But yes, while leaving she left few abuses for me to ponder for rest of my journey.

It’s dark outside, from window I can see only few lights glowing here and there. Inside the compartment, compact fluorescent lights are on and few people are busy playing cards, few technically advance people are busy with their laptops, while few are reading books/magazines. Rests are doing miscellaneous tasks. There is a person who is reading the ‘personal’ column of a women special magazine, and in between he is looking here and there to confirm he is not watched. A girl at one corner is reading a thick novel of Sidney Sheldon. Surprised to see how she is holding this book in one hand while she was using her other hand to transfer wafers from the packet to her mouth. I was wondering how she can maintain such a figure while consuming potato chips. Considering her figure if she folds and unfolds her hands holding the book, it’ll be as good as dumbbell exercise for her. Meanwhile her mobile phone rang and she accepted the call by pressing the green button and then she took some time to locate her ear under the thick strip of hair; she managed to find that and went on busy talking. Sidney Sheldon was half open and resting on the wafers packet I was giving a constant steer to her meanwhile I heard “you are attention please”. It was the central addressing system of Vallarshah station.

As I’m coming close to my destination I’m giving up my patience. I’ll reach in another couple of hours and these two hours sounds to be greater than the hours which I already spent since morning. People diagonal to me already had dinner and discussing politics. Their discussion has started way back with petrol prices but since then it has travelled longer distance than the distance we’d have travelled on track. An old person was advocating Congress and started counting its achievements ever since Ani Besant would have named it so, while other person sounded Hindu fundamentalist and has almost made a temple in Ayodhya. As the discussion went ahead many people came and it was capturing temperature the only thing that was separating our compartment from being a parliament house was, these guys were decent. Everybody had a point to prove but god knows why they were doing so. In an hour’s time the discussion breached the jurisprudence of discipline and turned to be an argument. The people were shifting the discussion topics more than often. If you could capture the arial view of discussion you would have seen a labyrinth altogether, one opening, one exit, so many doors, and people lost in between. Few more people gathered there. The current topic was on India’s fate post 26/11, somebody said – “We were and are fooled again and again and we accept it whole heartedly, these politicians fool us once in 5 years. Before that britishers fooled us, before that Mughals and Mongols”. Another Hindu radical thought intercepted the voice and said “what these Mongols  and Mughals rulers have given us apart from forts and tombs”. “Biryani-Biryani”,”Veg- Chicken Biryani” a vendor came with leftover inventories from pantry, train is entering Nagpur Junction and I started unlocking my luggage.

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