My Diaries

Today,  I just opened the book of my life and went to the page which dates back 13 years. A weird incident of my childhood caught my attention and gave me goosebumps as it gave me 13 years ago.I belong to a middle-class family.My family consists of four members including my father, mother, elder brother and myself. In my childhood, I was a bit mischievous, naughty(don't take other senses ya Tharkis :) ), joyful kinda boy who wouldn't care about right or wrong, who loved playing pranks, who would jump into other's gardens and stole fruits, who loved going to school, who used to play games like hide and seek, thief-police( (the raja mantri chor sipahi ), typical Indian games :) ) , the one who would quietly puncture the tyres, one for whom friendship was being punished together. The city to which I belong wasn't so developed at that time (believe me, it hasn't changed a bit since then). Single floored houses, small lawns, congested lanes, a lot of mo...

Just watched a movie named  "Firaaq". A movie which chronicles the devastating impact on vulnerable Muslims in Gujarat after the riots of 2002. I am not going to give a critical review of the movie. I have been waiting for ages to write about my feelings on the HINDU - MUSLIM  topic.   Wait a second ..  did I just call this a TOPIC?  Yeah, this is the topic which has remained in our society since the time Muslims entered India.The topic which acts as a catalyst in riots, which is the main topic for vote bank, the topic behind hatred,  the topic behind political games (much more complicated than Game Of Thrones), the topic which our celebrities use to show that they so cool and modern and what not..... What surprises me is that this has remained mere a topic for people to spread terror, selfishness, and dispute on political levels or even for self-defense etc.  On every Republic day, Independence day, birthday of a freedom fig...