Reader Blogs on Legally India: Uncut

Oh, dear friend, I ask why do you celebrate?When your father dies, you cheer on the wins of the cricketYes your father, who feeds you, the farmer who toils hard while you enjoy the wickets.Oh dear friend, in this 'to be' welfare state,you talk of business and love, hot babes and lust, fashion and passion,when your father dies, moment after moment sinking deep in his failed crops' emotions;Look you bought the coke and cigarette for those small 20 bucksOh friend, on that, those 60 crore farmers can stay for the whole day taking care of their li'l ducksLook you are enjoying it when your father dies.You got the happy price menu, McD's Rs. 20- a burger,See, that poor father of yours...

From past few months I have been thinking- reflecting and contemplating on the thought, or say notion which few of my friends have about me, that I am a pseudo-feminist and that I claim to be feminist.   Well, lets buy their proposition that I am not Feminist. Perhaps at some point of time in a particular phase of my Life I was not feminist neither did I felt that advocating Women Rights worth my time and efforts (For whatever reasons I had with my limited but developing perception of women, life and world at large). But then the whole argument which I have with my friends about why I am feminist and their subsequent one-sided and unreasoned conclusion about me...

In the midst of the Inflation, debates and discussion over Commonwealth Games- corruption, the 2G spectrum Scam, the Adarsh Society Scam, Karnataka Land Scam, if we reverse the video-cassette of our lives we will be reminded of the burning Kashmir, a li’l more back- burning Naxal corridor, and li’l more back we will see suddenly Man popping up on the Indian Television, with an aim to re-establish the Lost Vedic Sanskriti (era) by revisiting and teaching Yoga Abhyasa to this lost race of Homo Sapiens Sapiens (The Wise Man) in India and World at large. Almost for 3 years I witnessed the growth in the number of Baba’s Bhakts (disciples) doing Pranayam every morning-evening, buying his products, contributing by Tan-Man-Dhan (Labour-heart-Monetarily) to...