Why people consider alcohol to be a problem when Chemically speaking, it’s a solution.

I know the flow is going to make no sense to you.


"Everything is energy and that’s all there is to it. Match the frequency of the reality you want and you cannot help but get that reality. It can be no other way. This is not philosophy. This is physics."


Just yesterday i came to know that my friend, Shani , died in Durgapur. It was more or less expected . I have been seeing his deterioration from past seven years. But then the question to me was "What went wrong". He died off due to liver infection which was common in heavily drunkards. But why he kept drinking so much . Running away from reality or trying to live in the illusions or delusions caused by Alcohol. Why its very much prevalent in Below poverty line Indians. Why they just fall in this trap of illusion . I sometimes thinks its just mere a chance of having a will power or not. Its not i never felt like that its The solution. But then i had something to fall back , thats my education. Whenever such things happens to me , where i find difficult to cope up with the world , where the only thought in my mind is "either this world is not fit for me or i am not fit for it", i also think one can find some refugee in Alcohol. But then i go back in my room with many books and thats all. Few days of deep dive into the books , and i come out of it.
But what about the uneducated youth of India, they need something which can bring them out of their depressions. Either its any hobby like singing or dancing or doing something , which can energize as well as synergize them .If they dont have anything to cling on, then i think its obvious to fall into the religion called Alcoholism . It's nothing different from preaching a God , ones faith in God increases during the time of adversity . If one comes out of it, then he/she always clings with his/her faith. But if it doesnt work out , and if he/she finds a reason for it , then he thinks as a way of god ( something less theist , but theist on the basis of reason) . But if doesnt work out and if no reasons, then either he choose to be agnostic or atheist depending upon his will power , not to believe in God or keep something in backyard for place. Same was the case with Shani .He was neither an educated youth, nor he had something to cling on like hobbies. Poverty is a curse in India and he was born cursed. Father working in a hostel mess and Shani started his teenage working at a jhoops ( at that time known as Rohan da's Jhoops). Never entered in the school and all he knew was TRUST on customer. I had never seen Shani looking at the Khata's which we used to update with daily expenditure at his jhoops. Only in the end of the month or end of the page , Shani would add and make a total of it. After Rohan da's Jhoops , Shani started his own jhoops. He thought why starting a competition with other jhoops of making Roti or benagali thali. I bet if he had started it , others would loose in front of it. He was good in whatever he did. His jhoops was famous for Chiks and sweet french. Some people think that these dishes can't compete with normal food, but believe me , it was soo good that i had these dishes for more than 2.5 years . Only pr oblem with Shani was , he used to mix with students soo much that the thin line of a business man and the client went away. Shani fall in this habit of drinks and smoking G because students of RECD did it and all those students who used to do these things , they used to go to Shani for having food ( Because he never cheat them with adding extra cost and making a benefit of their state). Infact , he also started drinking with students , only to be a part of their circle . But things changed with time. and Shani didnt . Slowly and Slowly his drinking habits alienated him from his society , people from his locality started teasing him and family also turned negative toward him. He moved more toward alcohol because it gave him an illusion of being away from people. With the advent of more ladies and more pro-ladies men in the college, Shani jhoops was tagged as a jhoops for Drunkard and Smokers . With each year, number of customers started decreasing and him falling in alcoholism more. And one day , this religion of alcohol swallowed him .

But again , who was responsible . I also have some cents in his death . I could have something . But dont know why i was so self centered that i couldnt see his fall.

There is a song "Time to pretend" which speaks about all this

This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.


Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up 
for the morning commute?


Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We're fated to pretend.
To pretend
We're fated to pretend.
To pretend


I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals 
and digging up worms.
I'll miss the comfort of my mother 
and the weight of the world.


I'll miss my sister, miss my father, 
miss my dog and my home.
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom 
and the time spent alone.


But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten. 
Life can always start up anew.


The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
we'll find some more models, 
Everything must run its course.


We'll choke on our vomit 
and that will be the end.
We were fated to pretend.
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I said Yeah yeah yeah

Sympathy or empathy

This is not a post or a past. This is the intrigue present , the gift given to me by the holy lord. Ooh , that sounds like a verse , but believe me being Me, Myself and I makes the racked and ruined curse. Long time back when i watched the movie "12 monkeys" , i loved the dialogue "Mentally divergent ... planet of ogo"  and the concept of world getting to an end , but this year seems to be a hard year for me . Started with some official issues , penetrating into my personal life and now giving me such experiences. From past one & half week , my life is on a run with a fact that one of my junior is having a multi-organ Tumor , which is also known as cancer. It started back long back , nearly two  years when he had pain in his abdomen and found to have some tumor in liver, problem RCA'ed and customer was given a fix of that with a surgery. But soon thing went ugly and family poured all their money and patience into it from past two years. Then one day i got a call and came to know about this . Initial response from my side were quite low. I was busy with my own official stuff but suddenly one day another junior called me and told that patient's brother wanted to talk me . Talked with him and the night was insomniac. Then from past one and half week, we tried our best to reach out the best doctors of India . With lots of helpful people , everyday we were getting some inputs from various doctors all over india. But each time i talk with patient's brother, life seems to be a bitch. Results of all the consultations were horrifying and we found that there is no solution now . Its already late . But it is difficult to convey to family. We are their only hope and fact is we are hopeless . Searching for light , how can we give light to them? I being bad at giving some false assurances or in worldly terms , bad in consoling , is more hit mentally on this. Yesterday when i had a word with patient' brother yesterday when he was in delhi to consult a cancer specialist(infact the only cancer specialist we consulted so far, who gave us positive response on the first consultation), he was a bit happy that patient had some movement . But today was a dooms day. My phone rang and picked up, he cried and told doctors has told of no hope. I was numb, he was crying and crying. I cut the phone but still his voice is echoing in my head. Such a trauma the family is going through. Father has invested his provident fund, his complete pension and all he has in patient's medications and its not about money like money. Its the psychological impact the family is going through. No one eats anything for days and days, sitting next to him without any sleep. Their eyes are red and blood is not.We know the end is coming but still the thought of it shivers me down. I close my eyes and see them all. I have never seen his family but deep down in my mind i know them all. This is not the end, this is not the beginning .Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision.
I pray to god to do some miracle .

What is your life about, anyway?
Nothing but a struggle to be someone.
Nothing but a running from your own silence.   By Rumi

Handwriting

After nearly a year, i got time to post on this blog. While i went through previous posts, certain thoughts came surrounded my mind : Have I lost myself in the search of light or life ? Have I made myself busy enough not to think ? What has really changed in past one year. The only thing which i can think of is : I lost myself somewhere in this game of life. But then who was i and who am I now ? Was that me who used to enjoy free world , one who used to go out with friends , one who used to be known as **Most Notorious fellow ** in school or was it the one who used to spend time in college library, who used to talk about darkness within light , who used to shave his head because police was searching for him , who was known as **Misogynist ** in college or the one who looks at code and thinks i suffer from codingophobia or one who looks at mirror everyday and prays to god to please kill him or one who is smiling at the world looking from the peak of Arunachala Hill , one who still silently alone in Gloria Jean and orders for more and more caffeine. How drastic things changed for me , infact they were not drastic. It was a very gradual unnoticed change which was happening within myself and slowly it changed me. Now if I look back, those days look like a dream or activities happened in some other parallel universe. But still the question remained unanswered : What changed in past one year ?

This year will be a remarkable year of my life , in this year I powered myself enough with self-control that i nearly stopped calling any of my friends , infact if i look at my total talktime, it might be less than 24 hours . I moved more toward finding new directions in life either by photography or my painting or by writing stories or by involving myself in alumnus activities. Someone once told me if you keep yourself busy , you will forget all pains . But whats the pain which i want to forget. There are certain things which keep flourishing in our mind irrespective of the fact that they never exist in real life. Good thing about this year was I came out of a phobia, i used to think that i wont live without talking but now that over :-). This year made me love a song more than ever, its " raat humari toh - Parineeta movie"

andhera Pagal hain 
kitna ghanera hain
chubhta hain, dasta hain
phir bhi woh mera hain

Such a beautiful lines if blend with "Aur Ho - Rockstar movie "

Tujhe cheen loon ya chodh doon
Tujhe maang loon ya modh doon
Iss lamhe..kya kar jaaoon
Jo mujhe chain mile
Aaraam mile

I discovered many ways to mend my aloofness, sometimes by listening lots & lots of music and sometimes by reading books. But it never went away, infact i have realized the more i try to push herself away from me , the more she pulls me towards to her. I think she must be given a title of Best actress in this world as "She always draws my attention" :-) . Thats also another achievement of the year, my jokes quality has 
improved a lot naa ....!!!!  Atleast this year , i have learnt this lesson that I can't go back to yesterday  - because I was a different person then.So i need to find new ways to find my identity. 

Anyways  this will continue, till i find it and somehow i know i will find it soon .

Knowledge is power

The saying that little knowledge is a dangerous thing is , to my mind, a very dangerous adage . If knowledge is real and genuine, I don’t believe that it is other than a valuable possession however infinitesimal is quantity may be. Indeed, if a little knowledge is dangerous, where is the man who has so much as to be out of danger .

--  Science and Culture (1877, T.H. Huxley) 

 

It was a dusty morning, both in terms of real and imaginary. Real because I had to inhale the polluted air of delhi and imaginary because again I started my journey on the train without any known destination. While I was looking to the world windows of the of the delhi metro, I looked at a school, some Shishu vidhyalya , with a tag line “Knowledge is power”. Just above this line, there was an advertisement banner of cycle shop, seems like the sponsor of the school. It reminded me of the snippet by Renan J in the book ‘Dialogues et fragments philosophies’  ‘Savior c’est pouviour’est le plus beau mot qu’on ait dit : Means ‘Knowlegde is power’ is the finest idea ever put into words’. Now my mind was trying to find the difference between knowledge and power and the correlation between them. 

       Then in the evening I met a friend of mine , whom I know from past eight years , and I asked him the same question : difference between knowledge and power. He joined a core designing company from college and then moved to one of the navratan companies of india and currently preparing very hard for Indian Engineering services. His answer of my query “Power is when  TTE of railways gives me his seat for my waiting ticket and a traffic police man salutes me when he stops me for checking” and “knowledge is what will help me attain that power” . I was pretty much satisfied by his answer as in his answers I couldn’t find any negativity for others. But when I asked the same query while my dad was telling me a story of an uncle who is a KAS (KAS is ‘Kashmir administrator services’  , a similar exam like IAS) . The story was about the helplessness of the educated officers . So my dad was a kind of supporting this uncle’s acts of corruption because if he doesn’t do that , how he can arrange the parties for the CM or MP’s. Upon my response that arranging parties was not the part of his job , I was given the answer : “If he doesn’t do that, he will lose all his powers.” 
 

    So now I again got entangled in the paradox of power and knowledge . If one does what is he certified to do , can that act diminishes his knowledge , if not then how come power. Does power means what has been imparted to him by CM or the higher officials or Power is what he has attained by his knowledge , by his wisdom. I am sorry , as I know  “knowledge” and “wisdom” are not the same.

      By this time , the knowledge I have gained by my friend and by my dad , shows me that Henry Kissinger words were correct “Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac” and words of Crisp Quentin “I expect that rape and murder , either separately or mixed together ,fill the fantasies of most men and all stylists. They are the supreme acts of ascendancy over others; they yields the only moments when a man is certain beyond all doubt that his message has been received. Of the few who live out these dreams, some preface rape with murder so as to avoid embracing a partner who might criticize their techniques”. 

I know most of you have not understood my thoughts and I can assure you that I am also in the queue. Few minutes back I cleaned an old bag where I found Ramana Maharishi’s book “Self realization”. I picked and started reading it in random. Its gist (in my own words: not quoted by Ramana Maharishi or anyone) was “Inner knowledge i.e knowledge of the self gives you an ultimate power of creation and destruction. Since the whole universe exists because we believe it exits. Universe becomes a quantum space when we sleep. By quantum space , I mean a space where no dimensions of the world works , you die , people die , you met friends and foes , you kill , you bury sadness , you fly and you cry (of course you can say all this happens in real world also so what’s the difference in real and dream land . All I can say is it’s just a thin layer between conscious and unconscious world). So when we wake up that whole quantum space vanishes and next time, it will be different. Self knowledge gives you the power of non attachment, which makes you see the world as deciphered in the movie ‘Inception’. ”

At least this definition of power and knowledge was something understandable by me. But still the definitions of the knowledge and power given by friend and parents were not wrong. They are the revised definitions, in our language definitions 2.0  which says “Knowledge is what gave you the power to set the controls over the Sun” “Gather as much knowledge as you need to save your asses  and it becomes power” “ Knowledge is the certificate of the power” And power is , in hitler’s words “Deutschland wird entweder Weltmacht oder uberhaupt nicht sein : Means Germany will either be a world power or will not exist at all [Mein Kamph 1927]” 

Our knowledge can only be finite, while our ignorance must necessarily be infinite.

--  Conjectures and Refutations(1963)

         

-       

             Aditya Deadpan

P.S : I am just posting it with a knowledge that it’s a note filled with confused power of my mind .

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

Some pics which speaks a lot.

Whenever i see these pics , certain stories start floating in my mind. No words to describe them.

                                                          This is my favorite one

Silence Prevails,
Aditya Deadpan

Shadows and Dust -Part II

From December 1, 2010

If you have not gone through the Part-1 , the read it first : http://thedarknesswithinlight.blogspot.com/2010/03/shadows-and-dust-part-i.html

It was about 11:30 pm when my flight had landed at New Delhi Terminal -3. In fact I had chosen such a late flight as it was quite within my stretched financial limits. It had been nearly eight long years; I had spent any fest with the family so this time I decided to visit them before it’s too late. Rephrasing an old adage “Give others time to miss you but not so much that they start enjoying living without you”. I was pretty excited about my trip as and I had chalked out several plans to spend time with family and meet college friends without any floating transcendental thoughts in my mind.

At the dark hours of the night, with all around people in the airport rushing from one end to the other, some sipping coffee to keep them warm in the chilling winters of Delhi and other reading the newspaper/magazines to held their heads up till their flight times and few like me just waiting for the night to get over and leave the airport for another destination. Listening to the old song ‘Chupke se of Sathaiyaa movie’ , I was just going over the pages of my new read ‘Jhumpa Lahri’s - Unaccustomed earth’ . I was feeling thirsty so went to drink water. Found one government installed drinking water tap, so thought of giving it a try. But as always being a fickle minded personality, I looked for the hooks for how to use that tap. Struggled for few minutes and finally quit this plan of drinking from that tap. In my heart I was scolding government for installing such complicated machines and that too without any instruction set on how to use it. I was about to move back to my seat with an heavy heart , that a girl child of merely 7-8 years came and start using that tap . Flabbergasted to see this, I looked back how she was using this equipment. I laughed at myself that what a big generation gap it was between me and them. I being working in so called the most ebullient and innovative industry, was unable to find it usage and this kiddo who merely know how to speak her name use that machine on the fly. Once she was done, I followed her foot steps to fulfill my thirst. I drank more than what I wanted only to make sure my fake varchasav (Varchasav : an socio-politics term means urge to attain complete power ) . I turned back to say thanks to that kiddo for saving my fifty bucks on water. She replied me back with an unexplainable smile and welcomed my thanks. I had a candy in my pocket so I offered her that but she being aware of the swindled humanism of people, refused to take it. I understood the pure intentions behind that so didn’t force her and ate it in front of her ;-) .

She went back to her parents and I came to my seat. Again I was back to the story of a Bengali ‘Partho da’ in love of an English lady in the book I was reading . Out of the blues of the babbling silence, of the people’s chitchat and running footsteps, someone patted my back. I turned back and found that sweet kiddo looking at me with stunning looks. I was in a confusion that had I done something wrong. I, with fumbling heart, asked her “what happened beta ?”. She raised her temples and asked me “Are you are a computer engineer or an I.T engineer?”. As soon as those words as electrical pulses hit my neurons, It didn’t take even seconds to realize that Sabnam was somewhere around. I smiled and started groping for words but was just speechless with a smile on my face. Without wasting any time, I asked her “where is She?”. Aah , Someone knocked my head with a plastic bottle and I turned back and saw her . With one hand rubbing I was my forehead and with other hand , pinching my body to check that it was not a dream. For next few seconds, it was just silence which surrounded both of us and then she said “How are you ? How long ? Do you remember we met ... ??” . I replied “Yes, too long and I do remember that day in coffee house”. I was not able to accept the reality at that time, I was thinking it’s a dream or a dream within dream something even more complicated than Christopher Nolan’s ‘Inception’. I just looked at her face and kept on looking at her. Before I utter something, she put another bunch of questions “Why so silent? What are you upto now a days? How is my daughter looking ? Doesn’t she look the same as I had described?” .I replied all her queries in very few words “Do you still remember the conversation we had on that day?”. She replied “Word by word”. I always thought that for her , it’s would had been a normal conversation that we had on that day but with her answer I was again back to the space , floating somewhere back in time and then again I regained myself . Shook my head and asked her “would you like a cup of coffee; I need it to come back from the blackout zone”. She said “which blackout zone?? What are you talking? Are you fine?” I just smiled back and moved toward the Costa coffee counter and got two cups of cappuccino and a nutrition bar for the kid. I said “She is the same as you described”. She reverted with another sequence of questions “Ooh , really then why didn’t you recognized her in the first instance ? Where are you settled at? What are you doing now-a-days? ..” and many more . It’s been very less time in my life, when I really felt ‘loss of words’. One such incidence was during my toefl exam when I had to speak impromptus on some topic and I just blacked out . And next was in front of questions. With such hustling – bustling airport, I can sense the silence in the air but with the caffeine going inside , Its kicking me back to the world. Her girl was ditto like her. I replied few of her queries and after each reply she kept on adding a payload “you are an I.T engineer”. And all could revert was a smile.

I then asked her ‘how is her family and job , still in Calcutta and where she is leaving for now along with her daughter’ . She told that her husband has got a job in Saudi Arabia and She had returned from Saudi few weeks ago to spend some time with family at Lucknow and was taking tomorrow’s morning flight for Calcutta to visit her parent-in-laws . Then I asked her about life outside India. It was like I touched some dangling pointer and their occurred a segmentation fault. I could feel the presence of resentment in her eyes. I said “sorry I just asked it , change the topic if you don’t like telling it”. She said “Nothing like that , it’s just boring to be there . Women don’t have freedom to do things as freely as here, religion has hard emotion and fundamentalism attached and most important I haven’t made any friend to talk with till now and have no job” . I understood what she really was going through as I always feel that “We are unique but not so unique”, means whatever we do, however we live but in the end of the day, we want someone to talk with, someone who could listen our overflowing stack of thoughts and give us some directions to marshal them along with discussing their thought process. So knowing her problem, I again smiled back and this time with a little giggle. She felt offended and yelled at me “You are also others, taking it for granted”. The way she yelled , I eschewed my reasons to laugh because It was like if I would have smiled again , she might slap me down and I never wanted to experience that . I replied her “I am not laughing at your situation, was just trying visualize it.” She replied “oo yaa, so what did you visualize my I.T Engineer”. I again giggled looking at her eyes.

We exchanged what I believed were secret smiles and in those moments I felt that she understood me better than anyone else in this world. Her daughter recited several rhymes which made me laugh as her innocence and her acts which made me nostalgic about me freaking past. She reminded me being a child who blows up a bubble of soap. At first the bubble is very small, but it is already spherical. Then the child blows the bubble up very softly, until he/she is afraid that it will burst. And being a child like her, she rejoiced in those little bursts also. And I and Sabnam were just smiling at each other. But aah whats this ??? I could hear the sudden siren filling up the silence in the air. The sound was increasing like hell and I was feeling like soon it’s going to penetrate through my ear drums. I put my hands on her kid’s ears and closed my eyes praying to God. Suddenly someone juddered me. I opened my eyes and it was Rounak shouting at me to stop my alarm clock. I looked here and there , touched the wall and the cold floor to see if this is a dream or that was a dream. Till today I don’t know which was a dream, one in which I was smiling and enjoying or one which just petrified me to a stone man .
“In every girl's life there is a boy she never forgets. In every boy's life there's a girl he can never get.”

From November 19, 2010

The Voidness : शून्यता

Reading about Voidness and its importance in life :

In psychology ,Voidness is described as the period of time, during which we are involved in an overt or covert compulsive act. Due to our limited awareness from being withdrawn from our surroundings...there is a gap in memory..or pocket of time where our awareness is limited. (e.g. - We may be trapped in a mental compulsion while someone is talking to us and not remember much of what they had said by the time we are done). Conversely, this term has also been used to describe the period of time one use to spend in obsessive-compulsive behavior. There is an increasing lack of tension in the gap of one’s thoughts as the occurrence of their symptoms begin to decrease

Śūnyatā : शून्यता signifies that everything one encounters in life is empty of absolute identity, permanence, or an in-dwelling 'self'. This is because everything is inter-related and mutually dependent - never wholly self-sufficient or independent. All things are in a state of constant flux where energy and information are forever flowing throughout the natural world giving rise to and themselves undergoing major transformations with the passage of time.



Anātman :अनात्मन् refers to the notion of "not-self". In the early texts, the Buddha commonly uses the word in the context of teaching that all things perceived by the senses (including the mental sense) are not really "I" or "mine", and for this reason one should not cling to them.

The monk Ananda, the attendant to Gautama Buddha asked, "It is said that the world is empty, the world is empty, lord. In what respect is it said that the world is empty?" The Buddha replied, "Insofar as it is empty of a self or of anything pertaining to a self: Thus it is said, Ananda, that the world is empty." He goes on to explain that what is meant by "the world" is the six sense media and their objects, and elsewhere says that to theorize about something beyond this realm of experience would put one to grief.

The fundamental reason for suffering is human beings' ignorance (Pāli: avijjā; Sanskrit: avidyā) – our inability to perceive how things really are. We regard "what is impermanent as permanent, what is suffering as pleasure, and what is not-self [Pāli: anattā; Sanskrit: anātman] as self."


यदा यदा हि धर्मस्य ग्लानिर्भवति भारत ।
अभ्युत्थानमधर्मस्य तदात्मानं सृजाम्यहम् ॥४-७॥
परित्राणाय साधूनां विनाशाय च दुष्कृताम् ।
धर्मसंस्थापनार्थाय सम्भवामि युगे युगे ॥४-८॥

yada yada hi dharmasya
glanir bhavati bharata
abhyutthanam adharmasya
tadatmanam srjamy aham

Transliteration:

"Whenever and wherever there is a decline in religious practice, O descendant of Bharata, and a predominant rise of irreligion—at that time I descend Myself."



असतो मा सद्गमय
तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय
मृत्योर् मा अमृतं गमय
ॐ शांति शांति शांति
Asato maa sadgamaya
Tamaso maa jyotirgamaya
Mṛtyor maa amṛtan gamaya
Aum shaanti shaanti shaanti


“Oh Almighty! Lead us from the unreal (falsity)
to the real (truth) from darkness to light!
From death to immortality!
Oh Almighty! May there be Peace! Peace! Peace!”



Sorry on this serious Note , it reminded me of a funny story on तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय part.

एक सज्जन ने एक घटना सुनायी थी... !!!

एक माँ ने अपने पुत्र से, जो कि कक्षा 10 का छात्र था, एक प्रश्न किया -
"तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय... संस्कृत के इस सद् वाक्य का अर्थ बता सकते हो।"

रात का समय था, संयोग से बिजली भी चली गयी और अंधेरा छा गया।

पुत्र बोला - "हाँ, क्यों नहीं माँ, बहुत आसान है, इसका अर्थ है कि -
माँ, तुम सो जाओ, (तमसो मा) बिजली चली गयी है (ज्योतिर्गमय) "

माता ने झल्ला कर कहा, "तुझे कुछ नहीँ मालूम, कल ठीक से पढ़ कर बताना"

अगले दिन दोपहर का समय था -

माँ - "क्यों बेटा, अब पढ़ लिया, अब तो बताओ कि तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय का क्या अर्थ है"

पुत्र - "हाँ, कल कुछ ग़लती हो गयी थी, इसका अर्थ है -

माँ, तुम सो जाओ (तमसो मा), मैं ज्योति के साथ जा रहा हूँ (ज्योतिर्गमय) "

इस घटना मैंने अपने एक मित्र को भी बताया, अभी उसके वास्तविक अर्थ पर बात नहीं हुयी थी। वहाँ पर उन मित्र का पुत्र भी मौजूद था, जब उससे भी यह प्रश्न किया गया, तो वह तपाक से बोला -

"इस स्लोगन को कहीँ देखा है, - हो न हो, यह भैया के स्कूल का ही स्लोगन है!"

अब देखते हैं कि देश के अन्य भावी कर्णधारों का क्या मत है इस विषय पर।




Jai Hind,
Aditya Dogra