#black_lifes_matter

Is Rasicm a part of America’s DNA??

I am astonished to see the way it goes. I feel pain, no words can express my deep sorrow the way it happened.

I tried to resist myself, but can’t help to register my protest against the barbaric treatment metted out to #George #Flyod.

Please watch the video to find out the historical facts of the world’s largest democracy still wrapped up in Rasicm…

This content is the outcome of the anger and nothing to do with sentiments of the common people of the USA….

LETS STAND UNITED AGAINST RASICM…

Let’s make the world a better place to live, to live with dignity and equal rights.

#Justice_for_George_Flyod

Jesus, help the people to gain counscious…

RIP….

signing off…

Path of Success: Indian way

Few hours back, I was in a local train compartment, on my way back home. I was to cover a journey of nearly three and half hours, and as usual I got engaged with my smartphone, the best way out to kill time and boredom, checking mails and listening to music, playing games….bla bla bla…

Co-passengers, especially those who were travelling in groups, I presume they might be regular commuters, were busy too, with lots of discussions, covering almost each and every available topics under the sun ( that’s also a way to kill time, man). Let me remind you, my beloved readers, some were delivering lectures (tax free with no obligations), some were the good listeners (best way to not loose your energy) and the rest was engaged in panel discussions ( as they were in front of the camera and telecast is live ).

Entered a new guest, trust me the perfume drew the first attraction towards them ( plural terms, buddy, he was accompanied by his wife ). Everything was going normal, till, the panel discussion switched, towards the couple, and I hope by this time, you might have guessed why? Confused? Let me clarify….the lady was charming, beautiful in her mid thirtess (wild guess ), a natural reason to be in lime light… Huh?

To my utter surprise, the guy, who even fought with an elderly, earlier, over comfort, offered her, his own seat to the lady. Good gesture!! Two, or three stations passed away, the other guy (from the same group, a good Samaritan, may be??) offered the gentleman his seat…. Please note I was so closely standing, in front of them, and even as Kaku (uncle), as they called me (natural,as per my age is concerned), was not given the privilege ( my age was not a determining factor, to be noted) .

Still then, some where, I was overhearing their discussions as I told earlier, as time pass….yeah, it was a mean to kill time and save the battery too, I repeat. Now I made up my mind, and got myself prepared for the fight…

Wait, wait dear, it’s not physical, mental. Realizing and observing the facts, I prepared myself to take the pain of standing the rest of the journey and devoted myself more in my smartphone. At this point, news came, something about Nirav Modi, in the internet….. and after going in depth of the news (if sources were to be believed), I was upset (reasons not be disclosed in public), and switched off the phone (obviously in an attempt to save power).

Reluctantly, my ears got busy overhearing again….. hahaha, don’t mind please (no options left out), and the ongoing topic was : “Behind every successful man, there is a woman”…. and the arrow was pointed towards the favor granted, to that gentleman (recall please, don’t say I haven’t mentioned). I was enjoying the discussions, although my mind was thinking about the fraud case, the news I had been through, few minutes back (PNB Scam: Nirav Modi).

After an hour, when I got down from the train, at my destination, and was about to take a public transport, eagerly to meet my family, a slogan, that might contradict with the proverb: “Behind every successful man, there is a woman”, popped up in my mind, and that is the reason, why I am awake in this midnight, just to pen it down, for you, my beloved readers, is as follows:

“Behind every successful man, there is a Bank (in India)”

Mr. Modi, are you still awake???

 

US Gun Shot: My Open Letter

My Open Letter: US Gun Shot

My Open Letter to Everybody Effected by the Tragedy, Yes, even You, too….

 

Only yesterday morning, I realized that when my better half wakes up and goes to work, she always leaves before I get to say bye to her. She’s a middle school teacher for special education children–so she always gets there early. My son is 18, finishing up his senior year. He’s busy every day, and I realized that before he goes to school, I usually don’t get to say bye to him, either. And it didn’t hit me until yesterday that 17 families, living the same busy lives that we live, in a completely different state as me, may also have not said goodbye– only to never be able to say hello again. And yes, the pot will be stirred and the flag will be drawn at half point, people will change their statuses on social media and donate to the Go Fund me pages of families who didn’t plan on burying their 15 year olds. Their father, their sister, their brother– their classmates, their friends, and their teachers…

And all I can think about is how I didn’t say bye to my wife this morning. I didn’t say goodbye to my son. That my wife is the kind of teacher that would lay on the bodies of her students to protect them. That, I don’t know if my son would know where to run or what to do if there was an active shooter in his school.

Meanwhile, arguments are on high about how schools should be dressed as prisons with guards, metal detectors, armed military and guns, for teachers to protect themselves and their children. Meanwhile, you are arguing that if we take away guns, we must take away cars too, because accidents happen every day. Meanwhile you wear your patriotism like a glove and say “NOT ME– you will never take away MY rights. Even if it means ” another man taking away my child’s life in their classroom, I. Will. Own. A. Gun.” And as we have these arguments, another person is planning the next mass shooting. Planning the destruction of another 10, 15, 20, 50 families in America.

 

Dear teachers and educators,

 

Thank you. Thank you for protecting your children. For standing with them and for being on their side. For being brave when they cannot. Thank you for using your minds to fuel their futures, for believing in every child, despite how difficult they may be. Thank you for using your bodies to shield them. For using your hands to guide them into a safe place while you guard the door and pray that you don’t need to be the only thing between them and a chunk of lead flying through the air, being triggered by the hands of one man. Thank you for embodying the bravery of a real soldier, taking on a job that you never applied for. Thank you for being not only an educator, but a protector.

 

Dear students,

 

I am so sorry. Your lives are changed forever, your minds and your hearts are permanently damaged from an event that should not happen to any child. You should not be afraid to go to school, you should not be afraid to go to the movies, you should not be afraid to be a child. No amount of thoughts and prayers will ever be able to give you back your teachers, your classmates, or rid you of trauma. Your Valentine’s day will forever be different, your outlook on life as you know it will never be the same. I am so sorry on behalf of all the adults speaking out on this event, who have no idea what it is like to be you, to see what you saw, or feel the fear you felt. I am so sorry on behalf of the political leaders who are not on your side. And most importantly, I am so sorry on behalf of every individual blaming you for this horrific event. As you clean the blood off of your shoes, and sleep at night and hear the voices of your classmate’s screaming and crying, the constant rounds of bullets being fired down hallways of your school– know that this is not normal. This does not have to be your new normal. And there are people fighting for you. And the only prayer that I have is that in your time of healing, that we will win this fight.

Dear parents,

 

You should not have to fear for your child’s life. You should not have to have these conversations. It is not a normal thing for a parent to have to bury their child. I am so sorry that you not only have to live in fear for your own life, but for your children’s lives as well. For those of you who have lost children, there are no words. Nothing that will bring them back, nothing that will change their fate or heal your pain. All we can do is ignite change and hope that your pain is not wasted. To parents who have not lost their children to gun violence, be good to those who have. Tread lightly with your words and hug your child tighter. Be thankful that you have the privilege to do so. And if you can, fight to keep them safe, fight for their lives and for their safety.

 

Dear Law Abiding Gun Owner,

 

I hope you understand that no one is trying to destroy your rights. No one is trying to tyrannically punish you. But our children are dying, our teachers are dying to protect them. The glock hanging on your belt or the hand gun tucked away in your glove box cannot protect dozens of people in a mass shooting. And please, just remember, we aren’t asking to rid you of your rights (especially if you are a law abiding citizen), but we are asking for common sense gun laws– screening, tests, background checks, and yes, we want it to be difficult. Because buying a weapon designed to kill should not be an easy thing to do.

 

Before you go to bed tonight, think–Did you say it? “I love you.” “I miss you.” “I don’t want to live without you.” “You changed my life.” Go about your days. Follow through with your plans. But every now and then, stop and look around. Take it all in. Because at any given moment it can be gone. 

 

___Dev