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God's Towel

Ladies are very particular about their things. I think it is an inbuilt mechanism in their brains. If by chance one opens their wardrobe and closes it, without touching anything, they would know that wardrobe had been opened and start demanding clarifiacations. One should thank the Goverment that their one announcement made the once the hidden arena to open up and all wealth of hidden preservations came out into the open. Mind admires in awe and is in sheer admiration of their talent at acquisition and preservation.

Overheard a talk that was going on between a sophisticated Lady and her Mother in law in temple, "this towel is particularly God's bath towel." 

Yes, They are particular with their things aswell as God's things aswell. No messing there.

Alexander and his acquaintances with Indian saints

This takes me back to the writings about the Alexander era. I will try to keep it as simple as possible. 

Alexander had been impressed by Dandamis, a great Indian saint and had asked of him to leave India and go with him to his country, to which he had refused, saying that he was happy serving one master, God and the meager things he needed to support the body were abundant. 

One of the disciples of Dandamis, Calanus, Indian name Kalyana, got lured and left India and accepted Alexander as Master and left with him. Calanus grew weaker there and realized his mistake and took upon a decision to self immolate himself. He conveyed his desire  to Alexander and everything was arranged for him to depart in pomp and glory. He was provided the best horse which he gave to his greek disciple Lysimachus

Calanus didn't flinch in fire, and accepted his death smiling. He prophesized about Alexander's death in Babylon, saying, we shall meet in Babylon. 

Grammar Falooda

I see people harping grammar and its rules to be followed with strong killing voice. Take a chill pill guys. Life isn't as bad as you are making it. When I die, hopefully, God will not be giving me a surprise test to write a grammatically correct composition, and condemn me to eternal hell for a wrong use of Past perfect continuous tense. 

God knows why I have written this post. For students, learn all while you can as later the zeal and stamina will be lost finding the past participle. 

Good day.
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Suicide a tragedy

Very beautiful take on Suicide by Sriram Aiyar written with emotions simply breathtakingly well. 

I have faced myself many scenarios where the mind of the person enduring was shaken to such extreme levels that anything could have happened. Lucky are the ones that get timely god sent counsel.

Many times simple jokes lead to further aggravated situations. I remember my travel in train where four friends played a prank on a poor friend. They were returning jovially from Ajmer after visiting Dargah and were returning back to Mumbai. 

Suddenly phone of a friend rang and as he started to talk his other friend grabbed the phone and said, "Bhabhi ji, we changed plans and are headed for Mussoorie. "

I was shocked to hear the conversation. The victim friend tried to say something but her wife knowing nothing had started her barrage of accusations and the guy's male ego hurt to the extent that he started talking of a divorce.

The whole atmosphere in my compartment had grown tense. 

Suicide was what he was thinking as he stood at the gate of running train smoking trying to swallow the insult in front of his friends. 

I had sensed the need of sound advice, which I was bursting to shell out upon him and struck a conversation. 

To cut the long story short, I had thwarted a suicide attempt. 

There have been many instances which I could easily relate to the book. 

All in all a great endeavor.

I, the great

Whatever I do is right. I am famed. I can hold two three countries citizenship whether allowed by my country's rules or not. I form company abroad and when pointed of my wrong doing, instead of admitting mistakes, I point daftly back at the person as maligning my stature. Supreme Court too is afraid to accept petitions on my probe, not even the PM of India. 

By now intelligent ones must have understood what I am ranting about. 

Kids will be kids

Kids will be kids and as a parent I had always opted for toys from which they could learn something new. When I bought a colgate packet and seeing the pictorial play for kids, I bought all four types as I wanted to spruce up their thinking abilities.

I gave my nephew the package and I was amazed to see the gleam in his eyes and an instant run in to see what treasure lied within. The luminous pictures reminded me of my fancy to picture books in my childhood days. 

The pictures of different theme sets of magical sea world were really impressive. I understood how much brains these Colgate people must have put in to bring it on platter for kids. I remembered my childhood when I used to buy Frootie candy and I was more interested in the wrapper containing the different sets of animal pictures which I used to paste on the album and look for the missing animal pictures with frenzy. I still remembered the total number of pictures were 90. I Had succeeded in filling the the album. Those were plain days without technology but now kids were technology oriented. 
Colgate Magical Sea World was based on 4 themes, Coral Reef, Pirate Ship, Sea Magic and Treasure Hunt. 

Nephew started hollering, "Tauji, taau ji, Bring some more packets. There will be more of different themes". I pacified him to be satisfied with what he has got. When they launch some star wars sets, you will get them first. He was a little disappointed but started playing with them. He started explaining me the picture stories like an adept. 
" Taau ji, you know this, you know that," as if I knew nothing. It looked kiddish to me but the enthusiasm with which he went into the plot made me play the game as he wanted.

"Have you gone to the bottom of the sea?" He asked me and I admitted that I hadn't but one day I would take him there and he could play with real octopuses. He rolled his eyes in bewilderment saying, "Octopus will catch us and eat us alive." I tried to appear shocked and said we will go with knives to save ourselves. The amazing part was he knew he could save himself with knife but his reaction was ultimate," Taau ji, aap to gaye." (Taau ji, you will be dead.)

I tried to cajole him, "won't you save your Taau ji from the octopus," and he said concernedly, "I have to save myself also, but after coming out I will definitely try to get you out."

I thanked him for saving my life, and he stressed upon me to take him along if I really wanted to be saved from wild sea creatures.

I was thinking if it was his child brain just wanting well of me, or it was his calculated efforts of going to sea in reality. Whatever the reason, I was deeply moved and asked once more, "how are you so confident of yourself?" He said, Taau ji, "these are all friends, if we do not harm them. " I got the point. 

I am really thankful to Colgate for thinking up  of this offering for kids to build their imagination. 

Wow Datsun Redi-go

RioZee sat thinking about the latest innovations in the car making arena and the giant car makers spending heftily upon bringing about latest innovative technology efficient cars to the consumers. Gone were the days of simple cars. 

There were many new offerings that attracted the mind and the one that had hit strongly upon the mind was the latest offering by the almighty tycoon, Nissan, the Datsun Redi-go.  Mind wasn't getting off the features that had been portrayed and in this age of digitization, the sleek mobile holder kept tantalizing the mind. 

The speed recognition steering wheel was a feature unavailable in great many models and this was one thing offered in a hatchback segment priced utmost competitively. Mind wasn't grasping the features on offer. A test drive would clear everything and laying hands on the steering wheel at the first chance was indeed craved by the mind. 

The ground clearance was also really great keeping in mind the speed bumps hither and thither. 

Another great feature that lured the mind was the small turning radius. Yes, this was surely the utmost needed feature as taking out and placing the car in small places was really a heck of a task for a man who didn't opt for the luxury of a chauffeur and always drove in self drive.

Mind always boggled seeing a road bump and whenever it heard a thud sound hitting the lower end of car, heart always skipped a beat giving the mind the added torture. The latest offering of Datsun Redi-Go looked really cool for these features. The new ventilated disc-brake feature too looked really cool. In this busy world with busiest roads, applying breaks every now and then was a common dilemma. Saving the life of others with pro efficient brakes was one hell of a feature presented.

Datsun redi-go amazed the mind by it's cutting edge technology. World was changing rapidly. 

It's really tough to find a car with the features of your liking but this was one presentation which boasted of all the features one could imagine. Now test drive could only prove the things that were stated and I looked at a test drive in Delhi area only as I stayed there. I was sure the features were really super great and that also from the leading brand of the world. How on earth could I miss the opportunity. 

Driver airbag was another superb feature which was simply astounding to find at this devastatingly low price band.

Mobile docking station was really remarkable feature to see in the brochure. 

Child lock feature was another thing that was really convincing for safety reasons as there was small child at home and I was really impressed by the company's research work in designing such a great marvel. I really appreciated the great effort went on in the making of this great car. 

Datsun redi-go, the real urban class allured upon my mind now to
plan a great test drive as early as possible.
  • Fun. Freedom. Confidence. The ultimate Urban Cross - Datsun redi-GO - the capability of a crossover with the convenience of a hatchback.

Chair Manager, Prashant Kishore

I am in a small dilemma. I see The talented youth icon, Prashant Kishore strategically helping Nitish kumar win and rightfully awarded the cabinet rank post in Bihar and Bihar government is rightfully paying a monthly salary I suppose.

Now he is working for a strategic win for UP for Congress. Is Bihar government paying for the services or he has resigned  to join Congress. 

May the politicians just worry for chair and the chair manager.

Yatra Begineth

Travels were real tough in olden era as my father reminisced his times and I had been all ears to listen to his fascinating tales. He confided that travels for leisure were never even thought of in families. Only business trips to nearby town were done. Pilgrimage trip to Kedarnath etc. were done after the karta of family was done with all the obligations of household and distributed his wealth amongst his sons. Only then would he leave upon the long strenuous journey spanning minimum six months or so and knowing very well in his heart that he may not even make it back to his children as they could fall prey to ferocious animals in the jungles.

I marveled at the progress of science whence I was witnessing the extreme changes in ways of travel and in fact totally hassle free stays all planned well ahead of departure with lowest possible rates one could fathom. I mused at my bargain skills and knowing the tried and tested modules by which I could land myself cheapest deals for travel. Now leisure travels were a common feature and why not! Life is to be lived. 

My Europe tour, all set to begin in September, all plans to organize this had already shaped up, thanks to Yatra. Money was a concern so all possible options were seen and lastly, if brand could be had along with cheapest possible prices, what else could I have asked for. Yatra had everything, from competitive pricing on International Flights to cheap hotel stay combinations which greatly helped me to add three days more to my itinerary. 

Everything planned and booked with all insurance options in place if I do need some emergency help in a foreign land. My mom and dad were also going with me and this was going to be a marvelous family trip with family.

World had entered into a digital era and all those who saw the change and could run the pace of digitization were becoming more public friendly with enormous sea of opportunities in their baskets. One such platform that took our heart was Yatra. The savings did count but more things that counted were the ease of cancellation and rebooking at the last moment and the customer services to be effective 24*7. Everything was digitized at finger tips but getting personal one on one talk was added benefit here. 

My full family is looking forward to this trip and dreams have begun with tantalizing Paris, Switzerland, Barcelona, Spain all moving the mind with their beauties✈️.

My past experiences had been real bad during my Singapore tour and I didn't want any goof ups and had decided upon Yatra after careful deliberations. I had heard a lot about it and seen great positive reviews but had chat with friends who had utilized their services and all were fully pleased with Yatra with their above the class services of extraordinary repute. I do look forward to my tour with the enthusiasm I booked the tickets. I sincerely cannot wait for the tour to begin. Kids are more chirpy and planning and adding places to visit, thanks to the digitization.


Respected Manmohan ji spoke for all the more respected Soniya ji and Rahul ji. "Government is not keen on GST implementation. Herald case filing on Soniya and Rahul and thinking of cooperation from congress." 

Now mind is bullshitted. Holding nation at ransom. Court is doing it's duty and wrongdoers should be penalized. Let all progress rot with Manmohan ji and Soniya ji and ofcourse Rahul ji.

Stringent rules are need of the hour. A learned man like Manmohan ji has been completely brainwashed. May god bless all.

Pataliputra redesigned

City: Pataliputra ( modern Patna )
State : Magadh (modern Bihar)

Myself: The King Chandragupta 
               ( Modern   Rio De La Sciocco)

Rio sat thinking at the passage of time from the era of Golden Bird whence the fiery zeal that had taken to knit the great empire and run smoothly. The great seats of learning where people from all over the world came to acquire knowledge. 

The vision: The proper vision in necessary in all spheres of life and the way politics runs around all vision looks to be in shambles. Task at hand lay in design of city. Modern Patna looked hopeful of my finding best solution for it's woes. Mind reverted back to Nero, the king of Rome, who had gotten the whole city burnt down purposely to redesign and build a marvelous city. The folklore too goes to this day that "Rome was burning and Nero was playing music on flute."

I too needed to make a history repetition and burn down and redesign. A tough call it seemed but I was RioDeLaSciocco, the ultimate King of era bygone and my priorities were all set in my mind. This being a flood zone as well as earthquake zone all caution was needed in design. Town had to be raised in considerable height as well as all houses needed earthquake resistance structure. Sewage system too needed meticulously designed structure. 

Road design: Road was to be networked in such a manner that it would have highway type six lane road and proper exits going into blocks of townships. Cycling would be encouraged and have proper barricaded short cut routes for Bicycle commuters. A person could flaunt his prized car but to go one kilometer he would have to take proper exit and hit the network of this intricately designed road and reach his destination enjoying his drive. Roads properly barricaded so that no stray animals could play a spoiler and cause damage. One lane would be for super speeders and no ordinary car would be allowed to ply in the town itself.  All ultra modern ones with all emission norms and laced with compulsory airbags only allowed. All rest cars scrapped. No tole taxes would be applicable in the city and all taxes deducted automatically annually from car linked credit card. Speeding tickets too would be charged automatically to the card by computerized cameras.

Now for this to happen existing structures had to be burnt down and ample funds were needed to make this dream city. Schools and hospitals too were to be constructed of world class facility. Recreational centers, shopping malls etc. too would be erected for the public benefits. 

Now this would be surely envy of the world. 

Booking to this city may start once the chief minister of Bihar gets my idea implant on this head. 

Now this city of Patna bears the heritage of being the grand capital of India as golden bird with its boundaries running up to central China. I am proud of my heritage and would do anything to revamp and make it a better place. 

This post has been penned for Tata motors. 


Chennai Floods,

Chennai floods and the calamities show how far back India is in disaster management. Death of 18 patients in hospital in ICU, due to power failure due to flooding. Now will the politicians shake their asses from the bloody couch and start working on dire reforms. 

I sometimes wonder what a lineage of support system India is creating. A politician once getting an office for one term gets entitled to salary for life with all privileges. Now where is his accountability on his failures. Innocent public keeps paying taxes and their life is full of risks at every nook and corner. Many casualties could have been avoided by sheer availability of tools and proper coordination. I hope lesson is learnt and India wakes up to management of disasters.

I pity Bihar which faces floods every year and heavy losses are incurred but still we have politicians with negligible resolve to bring out concrete plans. They are just busy throwing largesse at their respective vote banks trying their very best to appease them. Public too, satisfied and happy with the progress and keep on suffering without any respite.

#madeofgreat Brother William

This is myself looking backwards in time, reminiscing the making of me in a boarding school. A great task was at hand for the school faculty to mentor and sharpen the wits of a variety of children from different cultures and different countries in one basket. I too had been saddled in this basket with some becoming good friends for life.

Teachers too, of varying nature, but it was a basket of teachers dealing with the inquisitive formative minds . 

Though all the teachers were great in their fields but I was very much awed by this one teacher, who always sported a smiley face. No student had seen him glum in pressure. This man's name was Brother William alias billie. We students used to tease him, "billie, ye reha chooha," ( cat, here is a rat,) and run away, and he just smiled and laughed it off. 

This man was one person really #madeofgreat in real sense. No student had been able to anger him by calling names. There was one teacher with bald head and students started calling him Tinda and it so happened that Principal too was seen calling him Tinda on occasions but he used to get infuriated and got so pissed that he left our school one fine day. 

Billie's smiling face has been a real energizer in my times of stress in present life. I had learnt to forgo petty unimportant things with smile. This was one teacher who gave awards for trying. I remember I had just learnt swimming and took part in race for my house and I came last. This had been my first swimming race and I stood glum having come last but I was overwhelmed when Brother William announced a gold medal for me to have dared to jump in the big deep pool for the first time in life for the sake of house participation. I can never forget that moment in my life, getting an award for at least trying. 

This was one teacher who had caught me with some friends coming out of cinema hall in Mussoorie . We had bunked classes and this offense was a serious one and could have got us expelled  from school but he gave us life by leaving us with warning. Had it been some other teacher, we would have had it that day. 

I remember when I met him after my marriage, he saw me from afar and came rushing towards me shouting my name. Here I thought he must have forgot as I was meeting him after eight years but he did remember me well. Seeing the mehandi on my hand he understood I had married and first time in my life he scolded me. I listened with my head down but nothing could be undone now as the knot had been tied and he had regained his old self next instant and congratulated me and wished me luck in life. 

I can say with pride that I had been tutored by Brother William, a real gem and most certainly #madeofgreat.

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The above picture is of my class in 1980 with brother William.

#madeofgreat dearest wifey

I want to take this opportunity to give due credit to the deserving ones in my life who truly inspired me to the core. I am talking about my dearest wife here. Though she hadn't the opportunity for higher degrees but I was awed by her sheer presence of mind and her hard as steel memory. This deterred me to do same mistake twice. There is a saying, "once bitten, twice shy," but my carelessness could have made me a pauper of first order had it not been for her constant undaunting vigil. 

I was learned, and clean of heart, trusting the venomous cobra snakes also and friends those who know me well, know of the series of deadly poison I drank in my life span. She, my dear better half was always there for me, taking best care to revive the person in me from the poisoning of snake bite. 

As I look backwards I can feel the flowing sympathy and support  that had always been a backbone in my worst times. 

I know not how successful I am at the moment to say rightly, "behind every successful man, there is a lady, his wife," but I can proudly say I am sitting upright, with all all hurdles of life at bay, only due to my dear wife. She stood with me hand in hand against all odds of my life. 

I know trust is one thing that is necessary ingredient of a life partner and I find myself unduly lucky to have been tied to this real Gem, who always trusted my decisions and whenever I tried some stint against her advice I always faced disaster. Had I taken just one percent of her sanity, I would have been in a different position altogether but I wouldn't have had the precious "EXPERIENCE." that I so dearly possess and flaunt.

I had a motto in my college days, "I will marry and have only one wife, I will be married to a single life." This motto couldn't find the roots as I was married off at a tender age but it had been only for the better. 

If I sit down to write my autobiography, it would certainly become a big novel as I had been completely wiped out once and the solace I received were not in mere words but my better half had willingly parted with all her jewelry and gave strength to me in my bleakest of times. I had only read of such bonafide character in books and seen in films only but I do consider myself lucky that here I am, possessing one and thank God almighty with all my heart and soul.

When I looked around I saw many houses breaking apart in times of crisis and rightly the strength of bonding is rightly tested in these times only when they help in all manner possible to scrape through the odds in life.

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#madeofgreat dad

Today I set forth to write about the man who is really and certainly "made of the great." I am talking about my dear father here, and he has been my role model since my childhood.

I never understood his passion to learning as he put me thousands of miles away into a highly renowned school of learning in my childhood days. Now that I am in my fifties and as I look back in retrospect, I can clearly see the sacrifices and hardships he must have undergone in those bleak times. I can vividly remember him selling the gold chain he was wearing in Dehradun. Must have been some unprecedented expenses that had to be taken care of at the time.

Whenever I was at home in holidays, he used to give me the book, Kalyan, to read that came every month by post. It basically had stories in the last pages "padho, samajho aur karo," in which good deeds paid off in the long run. I read them with great fervor and liked to see the pictures in the book.

He gave money to beggars on a daily basis but he was always on look out of poor people in the area who never came to ask for help. He used to send them gifts on occasions. My child brain always at a loss, unable to understand of his denial to give me money, and throwing away large sums in a jiffy.

One occasion comes to mind of decades ago when I had gone to the hospital in a nearby town for treatment of my grandmother and I had thrown up my childhood tantrums for a ball and I distinctly remember my dad getting the ball for me in-spite of the tense atmosphere at the hospital.

He had inculcated in me the fire to read books and he always pretended he was unable to see minute letters and would bolster my ego to read up for him. This way many a times I got interested in full story and read with full enthusiasm.

I can relate his undaunted bravery when as a child I and my sister were playing with the on off switch of fan and enjoying the sensation emanating from the switch and suddenly both had got stuck to the wire by current and started shrieking with pain and my dad seeing this immediately kicked away the wire. 

I remember reading somewhere, "if you teach your child, you are teaching your child's child as well." I am a living example of this phenomenon as I myself took all efforts at proper education for my children as well and of course my dad supported me in this cause even without any strain on his mind. It is just due to his unrelenting support and guidance that my both sons got the highest degree they could achieve. 

If I have to choose amongst millions for a role model, my fingers will always point in just one direction, "towards my dad."

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Post Script: My sister told me of the fact that dad had very frugal means to run businesses as well and used to catch train every evening to nearby town to bring goods to sell and open shop at six in the morning. My sincere salutes.

TOLERABLE (sahishnu) v/s INTOLERABLE (asahishnu)

As a fellow citizen I am tolerable, and I can say this with pride. What I cannot tolerate is the attack on innocent civilians under the garb of good terrorism initiated from the ground of neighboring country. 

Yes I cannot tolerate lynching of innocent citizens, be they of any religion. Giving religious names to acts of crime weakens the entire fight on terrorism. To make this nation of mine a great basket of all religious faiths to thrive, we utterly need to have stringent law to curb naming of religion in crime. No person whatsoever should be allowed to name any act of crime with religion. They should be converted into just numbers. 

We saw naming the sikh person in act of crime, a strong innocent massacre on streets of sikhs, which could have been avoided by naming the religion. 

Nipping in the bud should be the motto, not disturbing communal harmony by saying over and over on media and creating more and more terrorists. 

A crime should be dealt as a crime and should be uppermost in the agenda of Law enforcement authorities. The more our Police is active in pushing culprits behind bars and names of culprits should always be just numbers and not names with their religious background.

Political brains need these disputes and our country should bring up legislation to kill the misuse of these acts of crime for their benefits. It is really high time we demanded strict action with clear insights and without these the enemy across borders will keep on flourishing their game plans by using our very own citizens into their agenda of killing innocent people.

Come on media, wake up.

BNLF The Journey Begineth part 1

I dedicate this blogpost for my dear wife. She is very considerate and has always been  outstanding in supporting me with my decisions with full heart and soul. 

I can never imagine how I could have planned to attend BNLF without her unflinching support and a go ahead voluntarily. I feel blessed to find such a great cooperation from my better half. 

I had all my plans set and ticketing done and awaited for the great day to indulge. Full excitement was in the air and as the day arrived I left for the destination.

I started my journey for BNLF. It was cold early morning, with full moon shining just in front of me, as if wishing me good luck.

The driver was called up on a daily hire system, and I got talking to him as I wanted to keep him awake. The way he said he had driven a truck all night, I needed to be more cautious. This guy was much talkative type and I was getting nice feeds for my early morning brain.

He proudly stated how he had shouted murdabaad slogans on arrival of s politician at his door step and how the political honcho offered him 200 bucks and remain calm. He said why would he sell himself for mere 200 bucks. He was a free man and would say what he liked. I saw his brilliance and patted him on the back. This inflated his ego and he started to bring out his more knowledgeable insights.

He said, "bad deeds are punished heavily, and he had taken a heavy beating by Police on account for my owner. He had been caught with a revolver and he could have told the owner's name to police but his boss had said to keep mum and he would get his house built , but now that the boss has become a pauper himself now, he didn't have any hopes."

I felt sorry for him, and he carried his rambling all the way, and as I muse upon it, a real great novel can be written upon his insights as marvelous it was. The muse went on to The Fool's driver, who knew "nothing" but my temporary driver knew "everything."

I at last boarded the flight with a small mishap of loosing my phone but all was well and I headed on my journey de BNLF with all might.

To be continued.....,,
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It is high time big honchos who ever they are, see the bloody light and stop acting like nuts, giving statements which are much needed by terrorists for their causes to flaunt them and incite more and more youth towards their causes.

Yes, it is really a high time humans call the humans to unite and strongly ask the government to shove them into the cell built for Kasab. These honchos desperately need to become human but they are still harping religion. All religious bodies want peace but all we get is hatred among fellow brethren. Is it not high time we all did away with all religious show biz on roads and confine it for just "within each home." 

High time we killed all names and gave just mathematical numbers for each person. No caste, no religion to flaunt, just becoming human beings for once. 

If a word is said and breaks the communal harmony, is it just worth a simple "sorry" statement. What about the pollution that it raked in growing minds of students and what about the crimes that they will do to appease their religious bodies by killing innocent street bystanders. Will these honchos come up and take the responsibility.

There is a term "sampradayik sadbhav" and how does one achieve that.  How can it be grown if political and now the film stars start playing their game. They can say "he started first," but is their any end to it.

I read about film actor Dileep Kumar talking to Nawaaz Sharif during the kar-gill  debacle at the behest of government to appease the situation. Mind just boggles at the sheer stupidity of ways to fight terrorism. We see the enemy but are just languishing because of good and bad terrorism terms. 

Common innocent man only suffer, be it in any country. Are we really religious? 

We will keep on seeing innocent blood shed if we don't see the alarming situation we are being driven into. Will Mr. Musharraf adorn his heroes of terror with accolades just like he says. The poor terrorists too are misguided souls at the behest of these nuts. Don't they see the repercussions of killing innocents. 

If Musharraf only had the guts to fight the war on border, instead of hidden agenda of creating a menacing band of terrorists under the garb of good terrorism  and killing innocent people on streets. They are their heroes, high jacking aero-planes to get their accomplices out of jail. They should be really proud of their cowardice. 

Is it not High-Time?

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