Apna Anokha Fasana

Apna Anokha Fasana is the autobiography of my father Late Dwarika Nath Srivastava’Dwarkesh’ This is a bouquet of emotional spontaneity,fragrant with heart felt purity.He has composed his autobiography in a long poem, an epic to be precise. Born at Pratapgarh.U.P.;as the second son of Late Vishnu Swaroop and Late Smt.Hari Devi, who lovingly used to call him’ Deputy’; He had a happy childhood and had good rapport with his elder brother Late Bishambhar Nath Srivastava ‘Mister’.

He passed Matriculation and Intermediate examinations from Pratapgarh and then moved to nearby Allahabad University for further studies, and obtained Graduation and Post Graduation Degrees from there;and also passed Bachelor of Law (L.L.B.)

He had always been an outstanding student and secured first class throughout.

He began his career as an auditor in A.G.U.P. Allahabad then went on working as an U.D.A.in U.P.. Secretariat Lucknow and then joined Transport Department as P.T.S.Later he was promoted to the post of P.T.O.and became senior most in his cadre.
He was a very loving and caring human being ,deeply attached with his mother.A thorough gentleman and committed family person .Very humble and polite, a man of few words that too genteel and soft .
Some how he never felt comfortable in service as his aptitude towards literary and academic streams made him a man of finer sensibilities which when clashed with the gross injustices done to his innocence and easy going nature by the crude ,insensitive and exploitative patterns of government jobs . He felt hurt when his rightful genuine positions were denied to him by crafty and wicked people of his department .He found solace in writing poems and doing paintings,He penned some fabulous couplets and also bhajans .He was a simple man with inqusitive passion for knowledge.He was fond of Urdu,English and Hindi.He loved reading and writing,writing essays and stories and a passion for General Knowledge enriched his vision of life.His favourite singers were Kishore Kumar,Hemant Kumar,Talat Mehmood and Mukesh whose songs he used to enjoy and sing .His passion for European History and Urdu Shayeri,and also Tennis and Cricket in which he loved G.R.Vishwanath,Sunil Gavaskar,K Srikanth and Kapil Dev .A staunch movie buff,he loved movies and music particularly he adored acting of Ashok Kumar,Pradeep Kumar,Uttam Kumar,Sanjeev Kumar,Sunil Dutt and Amitabh .

A lover of Urdu and English languages,he composed excellent songs,bhajans and poems.A talented singer and keen improviser,he had always been.He had a flair for photography and always remained a man of good taste with aesthetic sense.He always remained a well dressed person with style.He loved wearing Charagh Din(C.D.)brand of shirts.He was stylish and always dressed meticulously.
This is his autobiography and a collection of some other works which he wrote to express his affection and love to people who mattered to him . His wife Bela whom he used to call "Shakti",his six children,Anand,Kaivalya,Aparna,Shilpi,Milind and Ekta;close friends and some other persons who offered a helping hand to him in his turbulent times,all have been mentioned with nostalgic feelings. He wanted to show his gratitude towards his well wishers,who stood with him during his most testing times.He was an admirer of human virtues and noble heart.In his course of life,he lived in different cities,so these writings were composed in various towns and at various times.Pratapgarh,Lucknow,Varanasi,Ayodhya,Allahabad,Rai Bareli,Banda,Gorakhpur,Kanpur,Sitapur and Jhansi,he wrote and also painted his paintings in some of these places.A strong undercurrent of emotions coupled with heartfelt observations of life and people around him makes this account true and soaked in his love for family and friends .
He belonged to the club of intellectual aristocracy and by temperament ,he was ,an observer,a collector of human curiosities .

A Letter To My Children

My Dear Children,

This is my hopeful desire that you all will make head ways

in your lives in your own ways.You are all sincere and responsible,dutiful and purposeful.My children, I know, I have no flags to leave for you to fly after me,but Providence will carve out suitable avenues for you to tread and reach the pinnacle of success and glory as would be anyone’s wish for you.For my part ,I feel you can easily move on and on; ultimately to shine on the horizon of life.You have the acumen which millions do not have.You can have miracles wrought much to the amazement of many around you .My children,you do not bother,do not falter,do not hesitate.Instead have confidence in yourselves.You are my offsprings,the prodigy of a man who has lived life in his own way without bothering for any one around.
I know,I have never been so sincere, or for that matter,so genuinely aspiring for any remarkable achievement in life;although I kept always dreaming to achieve something miraculous and spectacular,yet my dearest ones, I can assure you, I have been just very sensitive about that;but lethargy has been my weakest point.It led me in course of years,to a station which is most unsuited to my personality and my tastes.
My dear children,you are my most coveted treasure to bank upon.Your mother (my dearest spouse),is very bold,active and courageous lady whom I must think,you must be proud of because such ladies or mothers are really very rare to locate.
She is my dearest and costliest possession.I am proud of her.By and large she has developed the capability of holding the part together under any circumstances, whatever.I therefore in perfect humility call upon you all to stand by her and act upon her counsels which alone would serve you as a master guide on your path to success.
I have done what ,that I could for you,may be it is not upto the mark according to my own estimation, but looking the other way round,it is certainly an achievement considering the position which I sprang up from.My beloved parents had a very ordinary beginning in indeed;but they had been very caring,particularly my respected Babujee.I feel,I knew his mind,realized what he felt and what he wished to get in life.He had been a simple man of a God approaching nature, miles away from the crafty ways of the society of his times.He has been an ideal for me to follow. And as for my beloved mother, I have no words to describe her. Her sense of dutifulness and of service to all that had a time to reach for her blessings were really a unique experience to us. Even during her hours of illness, she attended to her duties without any feelings of hesitation or distress. It was she who gave us the quality to love others, inspite of any personal preoccupations. She was such an ideal for us that the life of which I have yet to come by.

I know this is my first time that I have been made to stay away from you all but I always feel,you are with me, and I am with you.
My children,your progress in life is my only dream and I know you will not betray me.I have always had the dream that you will achieve in life,what I wished to but could not get. Agreed,I was not very sincere about it but I had the desire and the ability to achieve it. I am sure about it .But you , I hope,I have given everything out at stake, everything needed everything required for making a head way and a solid start. Now, therefore my children, it has come upon you as a sacred duty to achieve what your father just somehow failed to do.
If I just peep into a period of my 50 years of life so far,I get only faltered, because of my lethargy and not for anything else. There was sincerity all right, but no determination, no perseverance, no convictions, no confidence and of course no coaxing at all. I could have made any grade given of course, the most needed direction. I blame; but only myself for, I could have done it with a little more effort. So ,my kids, I call upon you, I exhort you to come up and to do some thing which adds to the name of that one man, that father of mine, that Babu Vishnu Swarup, who had all the dreams in his eyes, but who could not eventually visualize what he intended to fulfill or for that matter, what I, for myself ever aspired to achieve.
My dear children, my sons and daughters, you owe me a grave responsibility, a very heavy one to bear, you have to accomplish what I failed to do despite my aspirations to do so.
My children, you all have the acumen to make any new stride in life, or to reach a milestone of note.
Although, i know I shall not leave any thing extraordinary for you to bank upon ,but my dear children, I shall certainly bequeath for you a legacy of lofty ideas and of unbiased sacred values. And upon that you can build up your edifice as high as you wish to do.
My philosophy in life has been to avoid confrontation although that way ,I had sometimes to deal with situations ,In which it was not very safe or solid,but I always found myself wanting as far as the tact to manipulate matters to achieve success was concerned. On that account my heart aches with repentence but to no avail. I can not now at this stage, make any amends to what I have already done. But I can assure you ,all that I have been able to achieve so far despite my fragility,is all due to your Mummy’s courage and boldness, her sagacity and wisdom, her tact and approach. There can not be any two opinions about her unique qualities. She is a gem among women, a remarkably unique being. She has been an asset in my life. Without her , all that you find, would never have been at all .
She is so nice to me even though I deserve nothing at all. Nothing to hide.
I wished so many things to achieve but something was lacking in me, and that something is so obvious to all by now. Lack of determination, lack of conviction, lack of self confidence. And all this combined together , marred my career, or else ,I would have given you all a present and also a future which would have been a matter of envy to all that matter.

This letter was written by my father Late Dwarika Nath Srivastava'Dwarkesh'.It was written during his posting as P.T.O.Jhansi,where he was made to stay alone as the family had been settled at Allahabad.He was an emotional and sensitive person,who felt deeply hurt by being away from family.He was a family man so felt very lonely and this letter is just a testimony of his concern towards his children. I wanted to share it with my friends.It is an emotional letter which inspires the children to rise,shine and glorify in life.It is a moral booster to carve out a niche for ourselves in times to come.

An Ode To My Mother

" So long as moon and sun shine ,
stars glitter and waters flow ,
and nature does her music play ,
her beauteous forms smile and grow .
So long as birds their sonnet sing ,
and winds in all directions blow ,
their lyrical lore they hum and ring ,
across the hills so high and low .
Till then your noble soul would say ,
your message of peace and virtue prime ,
of human kindness ,truth fulness ,
of austerity and bliss sublime .
You have left us exalted with ,
values so sacred ,lofty ,great ,
your piety and your godliness ,

your glory no one could truncate .
Your heart as ocean full of love ,
with sense of service overflew ,
your elegance and magnamity ,
would lead us kindly light through .
O,Ma ,O,My great mother ,
be kind to us and merciful ,
bestow unflinching will power ,
solid conviction firm courage ,
endurance and perseverence .
O,Ma , guide and lead us through ,
this voyage murky, cumbersome ,
for years to come ,for years to come . "

This ode had been written by my father Late Dwarika Nath Srivastava"Dwarkesh',in fond memory of My grand mother Late Hari Devi.It is an emotional tribute to her.I wanted to share it with my friends.

The Song I Sing

I sing a song,

a song that tampers

far too long.

I sing of God,

His wonders prime.

His Godliness,

His bliss sublime.

I sing of Nature’s

Countless forms,

Pristine beauty;

Myriad charms.

Of sun and moon

Of stars I sing,

Of waters too,That sweet so ring.

Their lilting note,

Play birds around.

Enchanting all,

With animating sound.

I sing of love,

That man so bound;

And barrierless

Went all around.

I sing of man,

His heart and soul.

And on this earth

His mystique role.

How once his glory,

Shone in glue;

Unmoved,undaunted

Ages through.

And gone is he

So off his may ,

With every night,

And every day.

That having lost

His base, he hangs,

In disbalance,

And pain he pangs.

In between earth,

So down below,

And heavens up

That lofty so.

With science and wisdom,

Wealth and brain.

But wishful thinking,

Lost in vain.

He totters wingless,

Bidding to sail,

With failing nerves,

And powers pale.

But man has faltered,

Of his tune,

Finding himself

So immune.

He lost his virtue,

And his grace.

That flew so rapid,

Of his face.

He reals in vice.

And dwells in sin.

Yet race of life;

He hopes to Win.

This song had been

written by my father

Late Dwarika Nath Srivastava

"Dwarkesh."

This song celebrates

the spirit of life.It

provides inspiration

and solace.A noble

insight to make life

more meaningful.I

wanted to share it

with my friends.

The Tears of Mumbai.

Mumbai,the city of hope,the city of rich,vibrant and colourful cultural heritage,the city of artists, writers and luminaries from all around life;the city of success,the city of

desire,the city of dreams,the city of sky high ambitions,the city of Bollywood,the city of Sunil Gavaskar,the city of ever on the move life line,the city full of hustle and bustle,the city of show buissness,glamour and glitz,the city always bubbling with life,the city which never sleeps ,which never stops,the financial capital of India,the city of sky scrappers;all such metaphors are true for Mumbai as; for most of Indians, a visit to Mumbai is cherished one.

But sometimes this city weeps and laments.It’s heart bleeds and aches.It mourns and feels anguish,pain and helplessness.

Yes this city wept when in 1993 serial bomb blasts shattered the ever moving life line of this great city.It wept when communal,riots took place here.It wept when bomb blasts rocked the local trains.It wept when people were beaten up on the basis of being North Indians.It wept when children living in slums were termed as slumdogs;It wept when media persons were beaten up by so called political activists.It wept when young boys and girls were assaulted and humiliated at Valentine’s Day and on new year eve,by so called custodians of values and culture.It wept on 26-11-08.The terrorist attacked on the spirit and fabric of Mumbai.When C.S.T.,Nariman House and Leopold Café were attacked.It bled when Taj and Trident hotels were attacked and in all of this macabre drama,innocent men,women and children were killed in cold blood by terrorists.Yes; Mumbai wept.

Mumbai wept when it’s brave cops laid down their life for the sake of their mother land.All Indians did and do and shall ever salute the martyrdom of Hemant Karkare,Ashok Kampte, Vijay Salaskar Major Unnikrishnan and many more daring cops who made supreme sacrifice for duty..They are heroes of our Nation.

The saddest and tragic part is that the same politician,the then state home minister;who was sacked after 26-11-08,is back in less than a year in office.The then chief minister of the state who visited Taj Hotel after the carnage,with his actor son and director friend,as he was having a family picnic; and was removed from chief minister ship after much hue and cry;was later inducted as a central minister.

The so called custodians of culture were not at all seen at the time when the city was under savage rampage.When there was blood on the streets;when humanity was on the tenterhooks,when general innocent public was being killed.Where were they?The brave commandoes fought bravely to save the people,no politicians were around there,they were just tucked inside their heavily guarded chambers.The so called Public figures were just away from public when public was attacked.What a paradox.What an irony and what a pity?Disgusting.

The city weeps when one of it’s most glorious and illustrious son Sachin Tendulakar is politically attacked for his claim of being an Indian first.

But Mumbai and it’s spirit can never be dampened, it is always soaring high and will always rise higher and higher.The texture of mumbai is pride of country.A big salute to Mumbai and Mumbaikars.They have fought bravely and stood together.The spirit of Mumbai is divine.Three cheers for our beloved city,the pride of India.We love you Mumbai.

Down The Memory Lane 'A Floral Tribute

When i lie back on my couch and retrospect, many forlorn memories flash across the screen of mind.They are very much

like granny's bed time stories about which it seems, sometimes we remember and sometimes we tend to forget.We come across many people but some of them matter to us.They touch our life and make a sound impression on our heart.One day we hear that any of them has departed to his/her Heavenly Abode,and thus we just go on missing that person throughout the life.Only the memories are left to treasure.
For me, my grand parents whom i lovingly used to call Baba /Dada showered their heart on me .Their name was Vishnu Swaroop and Hari Devi.They used to call me Puttan.I was apple of their eyes.Then it was my father Dwarika Nath Srivastava "Dwarkesh".I miss him so much in every stage of life.I used to call him Pitajee.He was my biggest supporter in life and had immense faith in me.He used to bring gifts for me all the time.When i passed Intermediate Examination in July 1981,i asked him to get me a stereo record player,and he bought me one,from Punjab Gramophone House,Aminabad,Lucknow.Then in 1982,he gifted me a Citizen Quartz wrist watch.Once, i remember; he went to Hardoi on official visit and got me a sweater as a gift.For many many years i proudly used to wear his shirts,ties,coats and sweaters.He had been a man of taste.Always well dressed and soft spoken.I am proud to be his son.I lost him unfortunately on 24-11-1989.He was my hero and would always remain so.Pitajee i miss you so much.
Apart from them ,i fondly rememberMr.Shanti Prasad, popularly known as Shanti Babu,a close friend of my Pitajee;They used to sing songs together as both of them vere avid fans of music and songs; Pitajee was fan of Mukesh,Hemant Kumar,Talat Mehmood and Kishore Kumar,whereas Shanti Babu was Mohammad Rafi's devotee. I am happy that he was present on my marriage reception to bless me.Mr.C.P.Saxena of Kathgodam,MrS.C.Saxena,Mr.Lallan Parasad,,Mr.A.P.Mishra'Unmatt Ji', my pitajee's childhood friend from Pratapgarh, and a poet, he wrote "Mati O Mahtari", "Prahri Sawdhan" and many other Awadhi poems,Squadran Leader Vipin Bihari Srivastava,Mr.Raj Kumar Srivastava, who helped our family in our times of need and stood by us,always extended moral and emotional supporet to us,Adawal Auntie, an epitome of affection and motherly love,Mr and Mrs Krishna Mohan Srivastava,Kamla Baijal Auntie; my close friend Salil Baijal's mother who used to talk to me affectionately and sometimes cooked Ghuiyan Ki Sabzi with Desi Ghee Parathas.I miss that taste. Mr and Mrs Mahesh Prasad Srivastava, in whose house i used to live in Banda, when i was mentally and emotionally very upset on unfortunate turn of events in my life after father's death.They treated me with love,though i was a stranger for them.They welcomed me with open arms and treated me with affection and love,i was like a family member for them."Ammajee",was like a mother figure for me.She used to make morning tea for me and she herself used to come to my room and give that glass full of tea to me.Such a noble soul they used to be. Later their eldest son Sharad and myself grew into intimte friends,Dr.(Mrs.)Pramila Srivastava my sister Shilpi's mom in law and an authority on Mathematics as a professor of Maths in Allahabad University,she was a woman much ahead of her times.Her intellect and behaviour was just a class above.my Taujee Mr.Vishambhar Nath Srivastava 'Mister',who affectionately used to call me 'Babu Sahab'.My Younger brother kaivalya was 'Rai Sahab' for him.I remember that in my childhood and teenage years;i used to call him Bhaiya.Mr.D.K.Srivastava,popularly known as my mother's one and only" Daddan Mama", my friend Mr.K.D.Gupta have always been close to my heart as they are alive in my memories.I still feel their affection and love.They were gems among humans,an ornament to my heartfelt emotions.I miss them.
"Bade shauq se zamaana sun raha tha magar,Tumhee so gaye dastan kahte kahte".
Those who live in the heart of others never die.

Literary Values vs Scientific Spirit

We are living in an age of rapidfire scientific advancements . Technological development is making almost miracles to happen.Be it in the industry or in services,information or communication,transport or consumer durables,education or sports everywhere scientific advancement is on the rise,day by day.Technocrats may argue that these developments are essential for making our world a better place to live.Yes;nothing exaggerating about this claim.
Some time it seems that art and humanities have taken a back seat,yielding frontage to science or to some extent to management and financial studies.Internet and computer have made the exposure so easy for all.
But it is also true that science has some limitations and has nothing to do with the moral or spiritual development of man.Creative spirit may be pampered to a limited manner by science but it can not provide inspiration to the crying and suffering humanity.It can beautify the outer surface of life but can not create the gift of vision or insightwhich might afford solace to the sad humanity , which is facing the threat of devastating lethal weapons.The horror of war have left all the peace lovers sleepless.
Science has no role to play in eradicating poverty,unemployment,nuclear waste,exploitation of the poor and helpless and other evils of society.It can not edify the human spirit.
Literature uplifts the soul and fathoms the inner feelings of the heart. All the humanities i.e.literature,fine arts ,music,folklore,fairy tales,granny bed time stories,painting
sculpture have soothing and healing impact on vageries of day to day life.It enriches our emotional and aesthetic prowess.Even Blogging has come as an effective means of present day literary trend,which is increasingly popular.
Literature involves us most in life and enables us to experience depths and heights, intensifies and complexities to experience which would otherwise have been beyond us.

Literary values,combined with scientific temper are needed for everlasting welfare of human mind,soul and heart.It is the call of hour.

The Virtues Of Literature.

Literature is a treasure house of language in which language is put to its noblest use.It is an imaginative and creative perception of reality with an universal appeal.It is the nursery of language in which words grow, bloom,form patterns of beauty and attain the greatest expressiveness.
Literature protects language from losing its suggestive richness as well as beauty from the onslaughts of the world of mass media as from the tendency of the sciences
to make words as bare of meaning as possible and as direct and transparent as can be.
Literature studies man as a human being. It deals with the sublime and noble feelings of the human heart.It enlightens and uplifts the emotions and often purifies them through catharsis.It highlights the subtleties of human life and provides depth to our aesthetic sense.

Literature adds many dimensions of human experience to our limited lives.it thus extends our capabilities as well as knowledge.It has a humanising impact on man. It affords imaginative as well as intellectual pleasure and exercise,a discipline of the feelings as well as of the mind.All other subjects afford only one of these.
Philosophy and History too,deal with human vision,ideas and actions.
But while philosophy can only present and interpret abstract and rather confusing arguements and history simply records the events as they happened and why they happened but can not tell how they should have happened.Both these subjects lack a concrete interpretation of morality.Literature on the other hand ,excels both in presenting picture of life next door.It deals with human life in its moral as well as metaphysical aspects in the forms through characters, which create the illusion of real life.So we can identify ourselves with them.
In this age of materialistic world,cut throat competition,and growing depression,where life is confused and moral fibre is becoming weak and effete day by day,literary values can provide food for the mind,solace for the heart and inspiration for the spirt.They soften the human heart and enrich human emotions.
Literature uplifts the soul and fathoms the inner feelings of the heart.This is the boon of the Muses,which is bound to reign supreme.

Jinhe Naaz Hai Hind Par Wo Kahan Hain?

We have grown up; listening to the endless stories of our great,rich and vibrant civilization and culture,Ours is a great country with glorious past,'The Wonder That Was India' as A.L. Basham calls it.Be it inArts,Crafts,Architecture,Astronomy,Maths,Music,Philosophy,Literature,Medicine,Surgery,Sports,Politics;we have luminaries and torch bearers in every field in the past and in the present and certainly in the future too.India is on the move;the great indian economy,India as the super power,with all the shine and gleam of booming economic and technological boom.All seems bright and full of gloss.

Why it is so that one of our bright young army officer,Captain Saurabh Kalia is captured by Pakistani Army during Kargil War and against all civil norms and against the Geneva Convention regarding the P.O.W. treatment; is brutally tortured and inhumanly killed and his mutilated body along with those of many other unfortunate soldiers is given back to India.A brave officer,died for the honour of his motherland. Sheer disgusting is the fact that our government has been lacklustre in teaching Pakistan a befitting lesson.Our Government did nothing to bring the Pakistani cowardice in the notice of whole world.What U.N.O. is doing?Why our political establishment failed to retaliate?Are we so weak?Who is to blame?Suppose such treatment had been meted out to a politician,all hell would have broke loose.

A group of B.S.F. personnel have been abducted by Bangladesh Rifles in Assam border.Some days later their badly tortured and mutilated bodies are found.Bangladesh Rifles dared to indulge in such dastardly act against Indian soldiers and our Atomic power nation kept mum.Who is to blame?

In our great nation; democratically elected government set free hardened terrorists and criminals in exchange of Indian home minister's abducted daughter.Remember Mufti Mohammad Sayeed's daughter case.Who is to blame?

Our plane is hijacked in Nepal,lands at Amritsar for fuel.Government knowing fully well that it has been hi jacked;allows fuel to be filled and let it fly out of country.Why?who is to blame?The plane moved to Afghanistan and landed at Kandhar.Indian government send senior minister to escort hardened terrorist to Kandhar in lieu of hostages there.We the super power country of around 1.17 billion people remained mute spectater of all the shameful drama.No one to answer?

Our Akshardham and Raghunath temples are attacked,Parliament is attacked,Railway stations,Bus-stands,Busy markets and schools are attacked,Local trains,buses,army and civilian residential areas are attacked,.Luxurious five star hotels are attacked,indiscriminately whole India is being attacked again and again.Who is to blame?

Brave police officers die fighting with terrorists,their supreme sacrifice is later ridiculed by politicians for narrow political goals;remember Delhi's Batla House shoot out and 26-11 in Mumbai.When whole nation was paying heart felt tributes to the bravery and courage of Police officers who were killed while performing their duty,some politicians were demanding probe on the pretext that they were not killed by terrorists at all.Horrible,just horrible is the nadir of politics.

Why in the name of VIP security; traffic is stopped,no matter if a patient is going to hospital for urgent treatment,dies, in traffic jam due to it;or small school children and old people suffer waiting for the VIP to pass first;why at the cost of sufferings of taxpayer; general public;VIP cavalcade must be smoothly passed?

Why our farmers are forced to commit suicide?

Why the issue of Kashmiri pandits who have left their homes and are reduced to the level of refugee in their own country is not being raised effectively?who is to blame?

Why we can not say that we are Indians first and everything comes after that only.Why Pride Of Nation Sachin Tendulkar has been criticised for petty political motives for his genuine claim of being an Indian first.Why so much politics against him?He is gem of country.Why people have been beaten up in Mumbai because of their origin from other states?Who is responsible for all this?Why the law enforcement machinery is being paid at all?For what?

Why little children are being exploited and abused as domestic help and as servants in hazardous factories and Tea shops and dhabas?Poor small children were abused and killed in Nithari,such inhuman acts take place in our Nation and we call ourselves civilized.Recently a bus of school children was attacked in Allahabad,innocent school children were beaten up by anti social elements in broad day light on the busy G.T.Road,infront of Elephant park.Where was the police?Who is responsible for all this sordid affair?Is our police just for escorting V.I.P.s?Children are gift of God,only a devil can think of beating them;my heart bleeds on such events.

Why we can not get up and say that it is enough,no more.Why we can not show grit,determination and gusto to assert our rightful share,to retain our self respect.Why India has been a soft target?Why Indian students are attacked in Australia?Why we can not do any thing for such incidents?Why our feeble neighbour countries dare to create trouble for us and we just talk of peace and our glorious past.Do not make the maxim of Ahimsa (Non Violence) a mockery.Our Army is immensely powerful and well efficient to ward off any enemy.So why our political establishment is so timid and in capable of action.In the larger interest of our country why we can not stop all that?I have full faith in the might and ability of our constitution and in our democratic set up.I have highest regards for the people of my country. I exhort our leadership to arise,awake and rest not till the goal is achieved. Jinhe naaz hai Hind par wo kahan hain?

The Genius Of Gulshan Nanda

Gulshan Nanda has been immensely popular and impressive story teller of late sixties and seventies era.He has written novels and stories to entertain his readers.A number of Bollywood blockbusters have been made on his novels.Reading his novels just gives an impression of watching an entertaining movie of days gone by.His plots are always interwoven with masterly craft of a wordsmith of superlative genre.His focus is always on social issues which he deals with an undercurrent of romance.His romanticism is always intune with moral issues.He just mesmrises his readers with the magic of his pen.What he wrote was powerful and popular fiction.He was a visionary and a dreamer who was also able to take our fancy for a ride along with his dream and make us feel that it is our dream and we are a part of that dream.He has written about the dreams and aspirations,smiles and cheers,tears and turbulations,frustrations and helplessness,joy and fun of general public.When we talk about the novels of Sharat Chandra,Bankim Chandra,Tagore,Charles Dickens,Thomas Hardy,Jane Austen,George Orwell or even Henry Fielding,they all used their writing skills to interweave the social scenario of their times and its various dimensions on human mind and ethos.Gulsha Nanda also did that. He was also a shayer and wrote shayeri in his novels like-Sheeshe Ki Deewar,Vaapsi and Naya Zamaana.Re reading his novels is a nostalgic visit to flashback.

Here is a list of his novels-

1-Sanvli Raat

2-Rakh Aur Angarey

3-Kalankini

4-Devchaya

5-Neelkanth

6-Gaylord

7-Andhere Chirag

8-Sitaron Se Aage

9-Saanjh Ki Bela

10-Sheeshe Ki Deewar

11-Jalti Chattan

12-Toote pankh

13-Ghat Ka Patthar

14-Gali Kuche (Edited Stories)

15-Chingari

16-Patthar Ke Honth

17-Ek Nadi Do Paat

18-Darpok

19-Sukhe Ped Sabz patte

20-Madhvi

21-Sisakte Saaz

22-Kali Ghata

23-Main Akeli

24-Gunah Ke Phool

25-Teen Ikke

26-Kaanch Ki Chooriyan

27-Maili Chandni

28-Kati Patang

29-Pyasa Sawan

30-Jheel Ke Us Paar

31-Sharmilee

32-Bhanwar

33-Ajnabi

34-Sone Ki Lanka

35-Pinjra

36-Mehbooba

37-Asman Chup Hai

38-Vaapsi

39-Pale Khan

40-Mehdi

41-Devta

42-Chandan

43-Neel Kamal

44-Daag

45-Naya Zamaana

46-Awara Badal

47-Umrao Jaan.

The Legend of Sunil Gavaskar

In India Cricket is synonymous with the name of Gavaskar,Kapil Dev and Sachin Tendulkar.In the late sixties one short statured lanky lad from Mumbai(then Bombay)took domestic cricket scene by storm.His batting was flawless and copy book personified.Later on he became the Little Master and Calypso songs were compsed in praise of his outstanding batting prowess.He was Sunil Manohar Gavaskar.Batting for him was worship and he was a devotee performing his prayers,an artist with all the artistry.With the advent of him,Indian Cricket had stormed at International scenario.

Gavaskar had strong will power and had always been a great improviser.His perseverance and doggedness were unflinching.He faced the fury of deadliest of pace bowlers of his times just imagine facing pace battery of Lillee,Thomson,Holding,Garner,John Snow,Richard Hadlee,Imran Khan,Malcom Marshall,Wes Hall,Lawson,Srafaraj Nawaz,Wasim Akram,Sikandar Bakht andAndy Roberts; but he never put on a helmet as he had faith in his batting technique.Gavaskar brought indian cricket to international level as during his period he was comparable with Sir Don Bradman.In his peer group were luminaries like Geoff Boycott,Gordon Greenidge,Vivian Richards,Zaheer Abbas,Javed Miandad,Allan Border,Dileep Sardesai,Mohinder Amarnath,Duleep Mendis,KimHughes,Glen Turner,Martin Crow,Kallicharan,David Gower,Greig Chappel and Clive Loyed.His shine was unaffected in spite of these maestroes on the scene.His 774 in his debue series vs.Westindies thundered the cricketing world that no matter how how high is the mountain of cricket,Sunny has arrived on the scene to conquer it.He was instrumental in India's emphatic first time overseas series wins in West Indies and in England.His 29th test century was full of dare devil strokeplay and fast paced,and that so against the pace battery of Marshall,Roberts and Holding.

Before the start of World Championship of Cricket in 1985,on the bouncy tracks of Australia;David Gower,captain of England had sarcastically remarked that Gavaskar needs some lessons on how to captain a side in one dayers.Funnily enough,Gower's English team was ousted in intial round of the tournament,and Gavskar led India to victory without losing a single match in the tournament.He left captaincy with a world winning taste.He won test series against Pakistan,England,West Indies andAustralia.Won India world championship of Cricket in 1985 and Inaugural Asia Cup in 1982.He won the first test match as captain in NewZealand.

Even Sir Don called him an ornament to the game.He rose from a very humble Marathi family.He had seen what life is and it boosted his confidence to carve out a niche for himself.He had to work very hard to establish himself as a reliable opening batsman.And see the magic of Sunil Gavaskar that he became legend in his playing days only.He has always been humble family man with values and respect for Indian culture.He dedicated his autobiography Sunny Days to his Aai-Baba(Mother-father)He had always been staunch supporter for India and Indian values.Always criticised the snobbery and whims if he spotted any against the dignity of anyone.

Gavaskar has commendable flair for writing as well.His books are lucid and delightful.Sunny Days,Idols,Runs and Ruins,Idols all are worth reading.His selection of words is apt and he has that element of ready wit and sense of humour.

Sunil Gavsakar along with Kapil Dev and Sachin Tendulkar form the formidable signature of Indian genius on the history of world Cricket.

Annual Sports event at St.Mary's Convent Inter College,Allahabad.

The annual sports event of St.Mary's Convent Inter College took place in the afternoon of October 30th.I arrived there on time with the anticipation of being witness to some thrilling sports events.Being there at S.MC. is always pleasant for me.This institute is a cut above the rest;a milestone in the field of education for girls.It has a glorious past behind it.The Alma Mater of legends,including Smt.Indira Gandhi.

With the arrival of Chief guest,The Mayor of Allahabad, Ch.Jitendra Nath Singh the gala show began.One after one the girls laid out a wonderful and mesmerising sporting display.The guests and parents all got swayed by the exemplary skills and precision of the girls.The display of grit,determination,commitment,and discipline was at it's best.The girls had organised an inspiring show dedicated to the vision of Mary Ward,entitled"Women in times to come will do great things."

Another notable shows were Go Green,a message to stop pollution,global warming,wastage of water,fuel and electricity.

A group of girls presented Taekwondo dance.Rather we can call it a P.T.Programme in tune with the Taekwondo drillThis programme was presented by students of class 9th.

The college Band was a delight to watch and to listen.The band masters,all students;played instruments with perfection.

It was a well attended gathering.Every moment passed there had it's aura of sophistication and elegance.

Hindi Chitthakari Ki Duniya

I am writng once again my memoirs of yesterday's seminar'Hindi Chitthakari Ki Duniya',which was a new experience for me.I was thrilled to feel and to visualise the inherent power this medium can behold and the fact that the bloggers are so dedicated in making it true and spontaneous.
I remained there with all interest and curiosity,it was new for me.Bloggers like Bodhisatv,Chaupat Kavi,Avinash,Meeta,Meenu Khare,Yashwant,Harshwardhan,Aflatoon,Zakir, Ravi Ratlami and many others,whose names,unfortunately; i can not remember made their presence impressive by delivering forceful speeches.I was swayed by the sheer magnitude of their impressive oratory.
What blogging is all about?The seminar tried to portray an honest picture of the latest in- thing in media.One speaker said that it is always more difficult for a woman to come out and do something worthwhile as they have to face some unwanted and unwarranted comments and remarks,but she made a valid point in saying that in spite of that,your objection raising should be subtle and cool.It should be soft yet firm and you have to maintain your calm and use your brain to raise your objection,then only you will be heard.Good point.
Is blogging a part of media or literature or just a ventilation of break free spirit,the answer is not yet pin pointed,but what ever it is,it is here to stay.It is a powerful medium.You are free to make your point and write your views.But freedom must be with a certain sense of responsibility.As a responsible person you have to respect law,constitution and social norms to maintain harmony and love.

Hindi Chitthakaron Ki Duniya.

Today i was fortunate to attend a seminar entitled'Hindi Chitthakaron Ki Duniya',whose innauguration ceremony was held at Hindustani Academy Allahabad.It was a Hindi Blogger's Summit and graced by stalwarts like Dr.Namvar Singh and Sri-Vibhuti Narayan Rai.It was a well attended seminar.The innauguration ceremony was followed by the release of a book 'Satyarth Mitra'by Sri-Siddharth Shankar Tripathi.This seminar is being organized by Hindustani Academy Allahabad and Mahatma Gandhi International University Wardha.I enjoyed every moment of being there in listening to the speaches of intellectual writers.It soothes my creativity to be at such a place where eminent writers and poets are present.This session ended with a nice lunch.
The second session was held at the University 's regional centre,infront of Y.MC.A.
It was a discussion sort of programme where many Hindi bloggers spoke about there views concerning Blogging in Hindi.It was useful from the point of view that it gave a general picture about the blog and bloggers in Hindi.Famous bloggers from Bhadaas,Mohalla and many other blogging sites expressed their heart felt and genuine account.
I found many of them were unhappy over the problem of Unnamed,Annonymous and vulger comments posted on their blogs,and showed their displeasure about this.Apart from this, discussion was held about the general scenario of Hindi Blogging.The speakers spoke with gusto and enthusiasm.There were some differences of opinions among the speakers but all of them were committed to blogging,and this unanimity impressed me to the core.
For me ,it was first ever exposure to such a summit and i just loved being there.I got so much inspiration from being there and by listening to Scholaras there that,after reaching home,created my blog and posted my first ever post,narrating my today's experience.It is my first post,so kindly bear with me for any fault,it is purely unintentional.Long live blogging.