The Bouncy Kids

Child is son for mother’s eyes, Child is proud for father’s eyes,
Sometime back it was hard for families to get their kids diagnosed. They all used to trust on some god of this color or that colour. Yet whenever their kids go ill the people all over the world line up before the temples of some god or other. And their kids cry so high while parents sell their lands to temple’s priest so that he can make god happy. It was a common yet miserable moment of everyday life. The farmers seldom go to farms fearing that they won’t see their kids again. Once in such village, an orphan boy lived who saw his comrades dying with unknown illnesses. And he saw his comrades’ families dying following the sudden demise of their kids. Seeing the departures of his close friends, the boy always felt an urge to offer his life to save the lives of his friends and friends’ families. Yet he could not do anything to save the lives of his friends. He was growing up as a cursed child because everyone of his age had either left the world or bed ridden due to some illness or other. This made the guy with no friends at all. He used to begin walking early morning covering the huts of his friends to see if they are alright. If he sees someone in need then he tries to offer his selfless services. Yet people never accepted him due to multiple reasons. Some used to say that the boy is a ghost as he has never fallen ill while dozens of kids of boy’s age were dead then. It made the boy very sad and tend to figure out the reasons of these illnesses.

In his quest, he traveled hundreds of villages to see the pattern of illnesses. In his study, he found that the families with less hygienic and unhealthy lifestyles have lost their sons and daughters in majority. After this, the families came who do not make necessary changes in  the eating habits with change in weather. In his journey, the boy met with many kinds of Alchemists. The one who used to make gold by alloying led with silver and the one who used to spend days and nights to find the cure of illnesses. The later sort of alchemists shown the grown up boy to save the life of his village. But the old alchemists told him to set up an example for villagers because people don’t believe you until you show them your caliber.

So he adopted an ill kid and brought him to his own village. The situation of the kid was already deteriorating yet the boy was treating his adopted kid so carefully. Seeing this, the villagers begin to realize that the boy was no ghost and hold no godly powers and felt bad for boy for the deteriorating health of boy’s kid.
When the boy saw people accepting him, he begin telling people about his treatments. Over a period of time, the kid’s health begin improving and he begin to bounce with joy across the village. It made everyone ask the boy to treat their kids as well. And he did with pleasure. Soon, the boy earned the reputation of a medic in that village and dozens of other villages around him. He turned old but the kids of boy’s village stopped dying like flies. And that village gets the reputation of village of healthy and bouncy kids.

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My Sister – My Role Model

I have been a part of Blogadda since the first day of my blogging journey. It has been the most trusted ally and a friend who has shown its confidence in my dream of becoming a good writer. But, I never took part in its blogging initiatives. The reason was simple as I was trying to make a distinct audience for my blog. But when a friend Ankita, who works for Blogadda, asked about my role model, I did not take a second to find out, who it was. It was none other than my own sister.

I never was aware that I was inspired with my sister for multiple reasons but when Ankita-my friend asked me to write a blog post about my role model. I took time to decipher the same. We are of same age and read in same standards in different schools. But, whenever I got chance to visit my MausiJi’s (maternal aunt) house, I always found her immersed in big bulky books. I noticed her learning vocabulary from some GRE examination books even when we were in X standard. And, I saw her communicating with her books in early morning hours till great lengths of nights. But this description shouldn’t portray her as a bespectacled girl, away from all joys of teenage and youth. She was at large a divisive student but She wanted to travel the world and education was her wings. But all I get from her is the inspiration to be someone deserves respect of people. And, becoming someone worth respect of society like Degree nahin hogi toh koi job nahin dega, koi baap apni beti nahin dega, society respect nahin degi was like a big black sea. In this voyage, the horizons were so far and distractions were like infectious flies. My ship was full of confusions and self-distrust. Despite these obstacles, I kept navigating in the dark sea with the single visible light of my sister’s accolades. It was a belief that if she can do it then what in the world can stop me. The occasional interactions came to a halt as I moved out from my city to work and she did the same for further education. In all these years, the news of her success in career and spectacular growth in personal success made me learn lot of things and became what I am today. Though, now it is dawn in the sea, I am sailing in and there is some light to navigate but she is still the brightest source of light, the light house with green light that travels the far.

Now, she is studying in a foreign location and still is same as before – The energetic, crazy and inspiring. Lots of my love to my sweetest sister…Thanks for all you gave me knowingly and unknowingly.

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If My Dad Was A Politician

In a court room, packed with media persons and twittering audience, Justice Naidu finally came on rage and hammered his gable on his bench to bring silence. But, Satyavir and Sukirti were not going to slow down their pitches and legal argument was turning into personal altercation.

It was not a usual courtroom proceeding. A national political leader was facing trial in the esteemed court of nation. National and international media was keeping a tab on each unfolding of the proceeding. The alleged role of formerly revered Politician Ram Prasad (M.P.) in land allotment scam made him to face the trial. Sukirti Prasad, the daughter of Mr. Prasad, was supporting the public.

She is best known for her idealistic, left leaning, socially active image, and for her recent stand of filing the public interest litigation against her own father in land scam. And, Satyavir Randhava is best known as a self-made, law-abiding, and trouble-shooter for Mr. Prasad’s political party. He has been a fan of Mr. Ram Prasad’s statesmanship persona since his teenage. He even seems inspired with the persona of Mr. Prasad and his political knowledge. But, somewhere he was noticing the declining interest Of Mr. Prasad in current day politics. Though, he had often noticed Mr. Prasad saying that let us go and leave this place (politics).

Final Day Hearing:

Satyavir Randhava was trying to keep the dignity of Mr. Prasad intact from the harsh allegations of Sukirti Prasad. It was looking like the war between Good v/s evil but noticeably the evil was not even trying to defend itself. Sukirti was fiercely putting facts one on one to prove Mr. Prasad as guilty and trying to make him believe in the allegation that was framed up for him. But, the man in his seventies was not even allowing his follower defend himself as if he did not want to get over with such unsolicited allegations. Some allegations do not torn out a Man’s lifelong pride but break the heart. He was simply not waiting for the justice.

Despite the soft corner for Sukirti, Mr. Prasad’s insult was making Satyavir insane. He was not defending Mr. Prasad because of Prasad’s own orders to not deal with his daughter in usual manner. Mr. Prasad wanted to face the trial and made her daughter win. He eventually wanted to take retirement from this current day politics because of wretched state of politics. Satyavir was calmly seeing the proceedings.

The Justice:

But, eventually the discussion came on a halt and Justice Naidu started giving his verdict by giving imprisonment of three years. A tear fell down from Mr. Prasad’s right eye and Justice Naidu’s too because he knew this man for years but Justice demands evidences and so Justice Naidu was going to finish his verdict then suddenly Satyavir stood up and shouted…

Satyavir Revoked:

Punish Me too…I am a criminal…Punish all of us. We all are criminals. I was studying in class ninth, when Mr. Prasad given me a black coat. Though, the coat was not of my fit but surely of my visions. He has given me the vision to think beyond bread and butter and so other kids of my slum. He should be even hanged till death because he worked day and night to uplift the lives of slums. He should face the legal trial because he has been a law abiding person for whole of his life and because he invested his hard earned money on her only daughter to enjoy the knowledge of.

Sukirti questioned: Do you mean that I should not stand against the guilty just because Mr. Prasad is my father. The justice does not see relations my friend Satyavir. He should be punished if he has done something wrong.

Well, Let me ask you that what you would have been doing if your father was a politician, especially of this kind.

It brought a big silence in court room. Justice Naidu was calmly looking at the recent unfolding in this case and Satyavir’s first ever statement.

After thinking for a while, Satyavir replied to Sukirti’s answer.

Well, the scene would have been different by then. I would not have hated Mr. Prasad because deep inside I know the fact that nobody born as evil. It is us, who made a clean soul corrupt, unethical, and unauthentic. You have earned your graduation and masters in Law in Europe. Have you ever thought that how your father has given such lavish lifestyle? Do you really think that your dad’s ethical salary was enough for providing the higher education to you? Do you really think that all politicians are corrupt in this country?

Sometimes we start taking politicians as the demigods that they cannot commit mistakes irrespective of any possible circumstances. We have underrated this profession. We always ignore looking at the filthy side of politics. A politician of any kind whether a corrupt one or an honest one lives India’s most dejected and hatred lifestyle for wearing Khadi. They start building their public opinions since the age of 7^th class. I wonder that why we forget our attitude towards so called chamchas of our Neta Ji. That Chamcha people becomes the Neta ji of your coming generations. They try hard to keep their masters happy no matter how. This process of keeping masters happy and ensuring maximum public faith corrupts the soul of our politicians. Now, we prefer to see a celebrity like a film star on the political seat instead of an experienced politician. The judgement comes on the basis of a prime time TV show. The time has long gone when we used to believe that whatever we read and watch in news stuffs use to be bare truth. Now, we all have to be a citizen journalist in search of the hidden truth because news stuffs can be fabricated up to any level.

We the people of India have the responsibility to make our national leaders believe that we trust on them and they don’t have the need to prove their innocence on sophisticated prime time TV shows. Though, we should also keep them reminded that our trust is not blind. It is logical. We eventually have to stop making our politicians a puppet in debate shows. They are also humans and we should stand in support of him when necessary. So, they can stop investing on PR agencies for ensuring the maximum public faith. Moreover, we have to give them a privilege to live their own lives instead of working day and night to save their position and keeping away from the clutches of federal investigation agencies. We have to let them free to work with dignity. Making them a part of prime time TV shows is an insult for such professionals. The way to politics needs to be healthy and full of respect. We eventually have to stop characterizing our politicians as the terrorists.

And Sukirti, if my dad was the politicians then I would have been trying to dig out the real consequence that make him to stand here. I would have been trying to make him free from responsible circumstances via constitutional process. It would probably the best possible way to bring back the patriotism and leadership in him. The country still needs experienced leaders. We just need to exonerate the corruption out of them. I would have been doing this if my dad was a politician…

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