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DaanUtsav



I came to know about this event of DaanUtsav, where compassionate people from all walks of life group together and donate whatever they feel.


I remember reading a story of Nagar seth of Vaishali.


When Lord Buddha had visited Vaishali, near present Patna, he was greeted by the wealthy businessman of the town. He pleaded to Lord Buddha that he wanted to give donations and asked if they wanted anything.


Buddha didn’t say anything, but his disciples said if he could purchase and donate the “Amra Vana” (the mango grove) spanning vast area of land, they could meditate under the trees. Now this place belonged to another competitor of his business, but he still asked him the price of that place. Now the competitor said mockingly that he would not be able to pay the price of it. He asked him to name the price first. The utmost exorbitant price was asked. He told him to arrange gold coins on the land and if he could cover every inch of the whole area with gold coins. The land could be his. The businessman engulfed the whole plot with gold coins, purchased and donated the famous Amra Vana.


This giving occasion is a great ideology to have come up and any sort of giving, whether it is knowledge, or money or food, whatever one can do, must not feel shy and participate wholeheartedly.


My hearty salutes to the innovators of the idea.



Kyaa aapke paint me jaan hai !

Kyaa aapke paint me jaan hai


Kyaa aapke paint me jaan hai ( is their life in your paint) I was asked this ridiculous question as I was proudly showing off my newly painted house to visitors. The paint was indeed lively, and since morning everyone had praised my choice of colors
and brand etc. 

This lunatic had sent my mind reeling, "what the heck do you mean by that? How the hell can there be life in a paint? 


He had said smilingly, "brother, don't be offended, but there has been a breakthrough innovation in paint industry and not only there is life in paint, but that paint purifies the surrounding air as well. It is a latest launch by the leader in paint industry, Asian paints, by the brand name "Royal Atmos."

His words came as a great shock to me. How could it be possible? Will it do away the need of air purifiers. How could I have missed such a thing. I needed to know how this was possible in the first place, or just a gimmick. 

This age of google had made my task easy and though the gentleman had left me, he had put me on a great search task. Search for life in the paint, Royal Atmos and if the facts supported the claims, I needed my rooms to be breathing pure air and not nauseating the nose. My search showed that they had some activated carbon technology which made the air fresher and filtered the air pollutants like formaldehyde etc.

Another bonus was a fresh room freshener smell emitting chemical that had been ingredient of the paint and one of the best washable paint as well.

I knew I had to completely revamp the room paints as soon as possible.  

I found a great online shop portal of Asian paints company as well. 

Here I could order an expert and great new design avenues as well, like wall stickers etc. for kids room as well. 

After having done with the paint change and the real great lively feeling, what a nice refreshing sleep I had. 

I was soon in another realm of dreams. I saw yamaraj, scolding the yamdoot vehemently. "The person you have brought is not the one I sent for."

Yamdoot, "the person had some new technology on walls such that his breath was getting real fresh energy no matter what, and then I found this nut, who had smoked his lungs out and before I could do something, his lungs had collapsed and I thought this fresh air guy could enjoy this person's left life span. So I reeled him in. I awakened with a startling thought. Although it was a dream, I just chuckled at the growing innovations that humanity was going to see in the future years to come.

I am giving a snapshot of some features for friends to see for themselves.





Welcome note




Friends, Grand welcome to VOW and BNLF.  I know you all maybe wondering who is behind this mask of tyrannosaurus . Is it the real RioZee or someone else. 



Well! You have to keep guessing. This extinct species that I represent here at VOW, is billions of years old. A lot before the word was invented. It is right that the power of words has fire in them but we tyrannosauruses had fire in our bellies and we fought each other ferociously burning everything with our fire. We didn't have ice to cool things, but words have the power of fire as well as ice. They can burn away humanity into extinction thousands of times and nurture and nourish it to make it a heavenly abode. 


This is valley of words and blogging has made the power of words go into the hands of masses. No matter which platform the word adorns, let us pledge to utilize every power of word to undo all the hatred and divides that is burning the humanity. It is not too late. Awaken now or be ready to be extinct like us. 


With a note of thanks I would like to take leave. Keep writing to awaken people from slumber. Never ever use the power of word to hurt and burn people. It is an irony that big media houses are seen jumping japaang jumping with the power of word fire and just for small monetary gains lead the masses into killing for their causes. I want to take this platform as opportunity to stir you all to shun these venom throwers with the supreme ice of the word. They are minuscule in front of the word power vested in each of us. A beginning has to be made. Let this platform hone up the ice in you to pacify the fire relinquishing the humanity. 


Amen.....



Silence Please


I want pin-drop silence here so that something great could be imparted to you all. As you all are aware, sorry to say, may not be aware that God came in my dreams. Now don't ask me, "which God?" I cannot disclose the name as that God has directed me to keep it strictly confidential. 


God was very much excited at use of loudspeakers to convey his name to arrogant masses. He said he was thinking of bringing them to heaven early and order them to fill each place of heaven with these loudspeakers chanting his name. He said the other people in heaven are taking him for granted and he needed this wonderful device to push of his name in their heads 24*7 without fail. He was looking to reward profusely the ones which had the shrillest tone that could penetrate thickest pinheads. 


Seeing my head bowed down, God immediately understood what was on my mind. He laughingly said, "I know there are many places which are devoid of my name in this world. I will be ordering Modi to send some most talented ones to North Korea to drive my name in their heads. Thereafter they will be called to heaven to do their duty with full diligence."


I bowed down my humble head. 





Ohh God !!! The Manipulators

I used to listen and did enjoy listening to Godly speeches by emminent saints. 

Today I happened to listen again a whatsapp clip of another saint ( God knows better if he is a saint ).

This clip was instigating a particular religion masses to make proper house of lord and one should be ashamed of living in marble houses with airconditioned rooms and their God was residing in a small place. 

My mind which seeketh the inner light and knows for sure that the God is present inside each and every human being, burning and rioting to build an abode for God will serve what purpose.

When will there be a law strict enough to punish the ones playing with human values.

These onesided utterings are the catalytic
ingredient utilized by the hardliner manipulators of another religion to manipulate and poison the minds of their masses.

Ohh God!




2000 note ban

Yea, I am trying to predict the near future. Beware countrymen!

I foresee a 2000 rupee note ban to curb black money effectively. 

Exact date of announcement is just known to our respected PM.

Aap doshmukt kiye jaate hain.!!!

Yes, I am doshmukt. This world's court gave this clear verdict and now I know I have just acheived this feat on clear grounds. 

I will strictly order my kins to bury these verdicts of innocence when I grow old and leave this heavenly abode for super abode as these might come in handy there aswell.

God is great!!!

Autobiography of an Actor

Yes, I confess. This is my confession statement. Buying awards for 30k. This too to deprive a genuine winner of the award but this is my confession statement and I should be prosecuted as per law of land. Did I mention that I had met a gangster as well and drank tea with him in a foreign land. Yes, drinking tea is not a crime and at that time he hadn't committed heinous crime, so I should be excused for that offence. 

My conscience rose above the limits of fear and I took the opportunity to confess.

May God grant me the forgiveness. 

Trouble, Laugh or Cry

2nd January and it is a foggy morning today. I got up with a little heavy head and getting tea in bed could be the thing I desired the most and I got one without asking as my dear is very prompt at that.
Sipping tea as I surfed the whatsapp messages, I saw one quote, "cry at your troubles and they will double, laugh at your trouble and it disappears like bubble." Mind was trying it's best to put that piece of info in head but it kept getting rejected firmly by my stealth brain. 
I couldn't eaven dream of calling my trouble as trouble without the risk of getting hit on head, let alone laugh at it.

Other troubles be it where they are, I try my level best not to poke the "birni ka khota" and only wait for them to resolve by pity of God........, 

2017 January 1st.

Yes, Sun is shining bright on the horizon and I am beginning the first day of 2017 by a note of thanks to all dear friends who stood by me and penned valuable inputs upon my  insignificant rants.

I strive to work my heart and mind to full potential towards my goals. A thought did creep into my mind upon the recent speech of our hon'ble Prime Minister of 7:30 P.M. yesterday, and the word that hit the mind was "BEIMAAN" and the resolve that they won't be spared. Now this classification only meant for the business class because these are the ones who steal tax. Now big tycoon mega conglomerates who take billions of loans and just switch themselves to another country may have been beimaan but now they have left for their own good and are imaandaar contributors to that nation's economy with their clean pounds and dollars. 

Why this much fuss of crucifixing the beimaans? Just tell them to leave the entire nation to be hogged by politicians to their heart's extent and join the Naga baba community in the himalayas. 

God knows who is Imaandaar.


The Olive Branch


This is an Olive branch in the hands of Pakistan and behind it is China's hand giving it the push to be accepted by India. 

What a dramatic scene : Behind this Olive branch are the terrorist outfits which continue with their agenda unabated. Warning by China it will block India's bid to ban these outfits in U.N.

In what world are we living. The whole world is fighting this menace of terrorist outfits and what a clever manner the highest echleon honchos turn blind eye to the rhetorics of terrorist factions as if they will be concerned only when this snake tries it's go at biting them. 

God knows If Modi Goverment will accept the Olive branch of gesture, but one thing is sure, two things can never run side by side.


Pagla Party

I am starting "Pagla Party"
Manifesto : 
1) Scrapping all facilities of all politicians. They have to to get their renumeration from their followers. Their all properties will stand seized and schools will be opened in them.

2) In parliament every politician will be bringing own tiffin to eat. No freebies.

3) All taxations will be scrapped. All present tax officials have to teach poor students in the houses vacated by politicians.

4) Voluntary Swecchaa Daan of 10% of profits will be expected of all Indian citizens, to be deposited in "India Welfare Fund".
There will be no checking of accounts. It will be a voluntary affair. They can give more, but it will be their wish, no forcing.

5) All religious bodies will be allowed to practice their religion within the confinement of their personal homes. All processions or public show of religious grandeur will be treated as National disgrace and dealt with strong laws with an option to leave the country for their good or be hanged till death (their choice). All places of worship will be remodified to become Hospitals with free services to all citizens.

6) Logo will be the skeleton head of Trinasaurus and all volunteers can wear this type of face and start canvassing for the Pagla Party to come in power.

7) All Indian citizens will be given 10 days time to disclose their black money abroad and bring it back to India and employ it in rebuilding the nation. No questions will be asked. All their money. Anyone failing to do so, and later found out will be dealt according to the law of land. First will be their photographs pasted in all public urinal pots. Rest we can devise more laws.

8) All system of caste classification will stand scrapped and all titles of surnames will be considered just mere names. Merit  will lead and all poor will be provided with best possible infrastructure to sharpen and spruce up their talents.

I, RioZee hold all rights to this Pagla Party. 





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. 



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