EVERGREEN REVOLUTION

PART FICTION


SAM " PUNJAB IS STILL FERTILE BUT PRODUCING MORE RANJHA'S THAN FOODGRAINS"

Punjab the land of five rivers is a very fertile place and apart from being the granary of the country from the time civilization started, it also boasts of producing many HEROES, LEGENDS, GURUS and SAINTS. Even sons of Lord Ram were born to Godess SITA at aplace called Ram tirath in Amritsar and towns of LAHORE AND KASUR ARE named after their founder LUV AND KUSH. Many saints and all OuR except Guru GOBIND SINGHJI was born in punjab.
Apart from above , the punjab the land of Love, faith, trust and vigour also gave birth to many of its sons which were avante garde in their own Perspective and dimensions. Ranjha , the great hero of Tragical everlasting Love story of HEER- RANJHA was also from punjab who left an indeliable mark on psyche of every punjabi even born today and has become a role model for ever altruistic punjabi youth.
The realities of today's world are very different from the one that existed at the time of Ranjha Who despite being a heir to throne to kingdom of Hazara ,left it for his beloved HEER and became grazer of her cattle for 13 years.
Today Punjabi youth can neither match Ranjha at the social and Financial position nor at the commitment level, but still every lover(Tom,Dick and Harry) considears himself the reincarnation of Ranjha. The problem has reached such a propotions that all unemployed vagabonds, addicts and other unscruplous elements like sons of soil have jumped in the Band wagon.The magnitude of problem can be gauged from the fact the Punjabi youth of Today can been seen heading for getting their Audio cassettes recorded even by selling their lands to sing their own jarring hallucinated version of HEER-RANJHA story.In punjab ,it seems everybody belongs to the lost clan of Ranjha family out to get the modern reincarnations of Barbie dolls HEERS.Meanwhile as far agriculture is concerned, it is suffering and has passed over Manhindra singh TILLO ( psuedo name of migrant Biharis who by default are punjabis today)variety types.
Once one of my British friend named Isabelle was on holiday in punjab and gave me a prescription to me to solve the problem of Weed called Ranjha brigade.She Prescribed" you find out where is Ranjha and then after giving him some compensation and gainful employment ,get him married otherwise he has a potential to sway the youth in an undesired direction". I was at loss of words to her suggestion because her diagnosis and treatment which she prescribed were right but her temporal settings of events(TIME SEQUENCE of events) have gone wrong. But still it was a suggestion worth considering...

IN true sense if one looks at both the above problems ,the answer it is seen lies in deprivation :In ranjha's case it can be percieved deprivation of love while in in agricultural sphere it can percieved deprivation of loss of land due to constant fragmantation and loss of soil fertility.
The government is doing its bit by trying to bring Second green revolution while punjabi Mundas are doing there bit by churning more cassetes on Ranjha; a sign of EVERGREEN REVOLUTION............

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TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

Fiction ; LOvingly YoUrs



During my college days in my medical college, i made lot of friends some all weather some fair weather friends, some whisky friends and some risky friends. This was the time that when i used to on cloud nine and everything i did made some sense. I was known in my hostel as the "Vox Populi" i.e Voice of people as i used to raise and highlight the issues close to students hearts daringly and uncensored in front of the authorities to be but also i had a presence in almost all my friends love letters as i used to write them for them for a nominal price of few shots of beer and related favours.

All these creative idiosyncracies helped my friends to gain the favour of their beloved and help me and my gang to enjoy things we seldom could afford so occasionally.My belief used to be that i will live in people thoughts rather than in the body whom one sheds after few years of existence on this rangli duniya, and i was never wrong as smiles on my friends faces whose proposals used to get accepted and whose lives became lovely due to my letters which they use to pass as their own's.

The commonality amongst all the letters was that they use to end with the addressing " LOVINGLY YOURS". Having written so many varied love letters for different types of girls and that too assuming myself to be their lover or beloved, it carried a stigma as i have everytime go through the whole cycle of joy when the proposal letter used to get accepted and later on releasing that i am not the one who have the physical presence in the relationship........

From the adolescent years, i had strong admiration for hindi film actress Madhuri Dikshit. I liked the way she danced ,laughed and all her mannerisms;in short i was infatuated with her. When Mr M.F. hussain painted and courted her, i planned to join bajrang dal people in protest but then my friends assured my that oldie is only good for painting work and nothing else. My infatuation slowly turned to love and during the breezing age of 18, i wrote an undelivered letter to her proposing with the ending as" lovingly yours". This letter i thought i would personally give to Madhuri so i wrote it on pink paper etc and kept it with me only in my blue bag.. but as the fate would have it ;in her life came Dr Nene and SHe flew away with him to USA. I was shell shocked but consolation was that even M.F.Hussain and other of his genre and my types are all equally deprived"BHAWARON NE KHILAYA PHOOL, PHOOL KO LE GAYA RAJ KUNWAR".

But the question that persisted in my mind was that why she preffed Dr Nene?????
The answer i could figure out was he is a doctor... so i also appeared in Pre medical entrance test(PMET) and got a seat in medical college and now i am also a doc.
My second tryst with love was Actress Kajol but here again i was beaten along with SRK by ciggrette smoking angry young man Ajay devgan. Me started smoking after this although occasionally and SRK has to go through the agony of making a six pack abdomen and shed his chooclate boy image to match Devgans..
This time i wrote the love letter on a plan white paper with same" lovingly yours" ending but left it undelivered.

Then next came Arundati Roy the" godess of small things", impressed by her leanings for poor and needy i wrote a letter to her also but having seen her on TV using F***k word against Supreme court judgement and releasing that why she godess of Only small things; the letter i wrote is still lying in the now notorious blue bag. But in the process i also formed a sangrash samiti for poor and needy and FOSLA (Frustated one sided lovers association) for myself and alike.

My friends who knew my adventures with pen suggested that from now on i should not keep the letters with me but rather deliver them to the addressed party. so i again started writing a new letter to ....... guess who???

Deepika padukone, the beautiful actress of the just to be released movie "OM SHANTI OM" and my old friend and foe SRK. Deepika is gorgeous, has an "oomph" factor as my friends say and is" totta" as my friend varun says. So i wrote a a very good letter of proposal for her but with the same ending "lovingly yours"..

Yesterday morning as i woke up and switched on my TV for morning news i heard that..................................Dhoni is asking about Deepika a lot these days. Having old failures and insecurity in my mind i thought that now i cannot become a captain of indian team and win a world cup and also my balding scalp is no match for his beautiful long hair and also his godfather is famous Yogi baba Ramdev while i am nobody's Godson. so unwillingly and with deep regret i thought of not delivering the love letter.

But, the self within me continued to probe me and pose me questions which were difficult to answer,and so i decided to write a final LOVe letter and which i again concluded as "LOVINGLY YOURS" but with the difference that it started with the heading "TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN"


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MINISTRY OF AFFAIRS

FICTION: AN ENTICING OFFER


It so happened that our dental school reunion, i met my old friend Sumit. What amazed me the way he has changed:i mean his lingo, his way of dressing etc,etc.ON inquiry i found out after graduation he went to Canada and is now happily settled there.

Sumit a happily settled married man??? hey; i could not believe my ears. are u in senses i asked a fellow classmate who was BBC of our class having news from all corner of our class and our worst he specialised in gossip and bed time stories of fellow boys and girls.

But how Sumit could get and remain happily married to a same one girl when he was Mr Ministry of affairs of our batch.The answer although was not forthcoming from my old pal Sumit but it set the investigation department in action( read fellow batchmates who partimed as FBI agents, a department handled by sadistic girls of grandama types who always smell a rat!!

A lead led us to Sumit's wife who my goodness we couldnot believe was our senior(with the best oomph profile in our college and have a pretty lengthy list of boyfriends.....
How could Sumit who always use to each so called fresh fruit fall for the fruit which previously had many owners :we all thought???

The mystery that was getting murkier day by day was revealed by Sumit himself after a long drinking bout or binge between we two. Sumit and me stayed in a same boys hostel in adjacent rooms and also we had a fortune of having to look after ny uncle house after he gone on to america to live with his son. The house had all thinkable luxuries and accessories but uncle gave it to us on a condition Donot MISs use the house**. I was very busy in completing my college credits so the keeps used to be with Sumit only and once when i went to see the house, the neighbours told me countless stories of his daily flings with different gals.On being asked he used to say that i can never remain with one women..
This was Sumit then what happened to him now i asked? He said nothing has changed except that now he Having accepted the ENTICING OFFER is more happy and satisfied man.

SO whatz the Damm Enticing offer i asked eagerly? He replied that we all knew that his wife's father was a very rich man and he owned large tracts of land few automobile dealerships and close to750 petrol stations in Canada and she being the only daughter was likely to inherit that.SO she made him an enticing offer that they both get married they both can carry on with their old lifestyle of "Worldly Affairs" plus as a bonus both will share equal amount of wealth she inherits and her father can die peacefully.
Last May Sumits father in law passed away and he inherited half of the wealth as his wife has promised.My immediate question was donot u feel bad when ur wife still have affairs and fling with other men. He said no my friend its accepted and even he has hack of a time enjoying gals of all nationalities and hues and thus doing his bit for globalisation.His wife epitomised the virtues of empowered woman and we old pals with medieval mindsets stereotyped as blast from the past types or plainly put frustated hypocrites.
He even told me that for old time sake he has found a similar kind of enticing offer for me with one of his wife relations, a girl also wants a similar previleges..
I told him that although conditions in India are not pretty ideal for making decent and respectful living yet i will prefer to be a Common MAN who wants no MINISTRY OF AFFAIRS( neither External nor Internal) as i will be answerable to my future kids who will take some time to understand these MINISTRIES and those AFFAIRS.



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BUS TICKETS

PART FICTION: TIMELESS TRAVELS

The punjab roadways bus at 3Pm starts from Chandigarh on its way to Patiala everyday and is almost 3/4th full with the crowd of students coming back from the colleges in Chandigarh. The rich who could afford accomodation in Chandigarh or those who own a car to take them back to patiala were more fortunate as they availed more comforts while daily passengers like me only travelled by this bus.
The bus in itself signified a whole culture with different types of people and different hues of students filling in seats and discussing their daily happenings and adventures in life.The journey usually took 2hours and 30 minutes but sometimes on a bad day even 3hours were not uncommon: plus the conductor always has the inclination to get in more and more passengers as it increased the revenues from bus.
I used to travel on this bus daily from Chandigarh to hometown patiala everyday after finishing my college classes.The use to cost Rs 11 so when the conductor use to come i use to give him Rs11 and he use to issue me ticket to patiala without asking me the destination. This daily ritual saved energy for both of us. In this bus some students used to get down at other stops in between like rajpura etc and also this bus after reaching patiala proceded further towards Nabha and Sangrur.The journey used to be monotonous but i use to spend my time in bus by hearing some discussion or by looking at beautiful natural scenery outside and some other attractive objects.
The attractive objects included some beautiful posters in the bus or some graffiti written here and there by unknown creatives in the bus.But i realised for past few days out of my almost 3years of travelling, my object of desire turned out to be a damsel who always use to sit on seat no12 of the bus. I noticed her for some days that she always used to go beyond my destination point in patiala. I met her at bus stops few times and we both exchanged smiles but i never had the gutts to ask her how she felt about me.
One day after lot of contemplation, i decided that i will find out at which stop she deboarded the bus, but i used to get down at patiala in Rs11 so today i decided that i will pay conductor the amount which she pays. As she boarded the bus we exchanged smiles,after she settled she gave conductor 15 Rs . I also gave conductor Rs 15 which the conductor never anticipated but he from his years of experience knew that it was a case of love at first sight. So he issued me the ticket and i never bothered to check it. As bus reached Patiala almost all people deboarded except few old people and some small brick brack sellers. Some of them got down at next stop in Nabha. Sangrur happened to be the last stop of the bus and when bus reached there all the passengers alighted from the bus including her. I also got down .I saw her going to another bus counter and i also followed her.Gathering all my courage i called her and asked where she lived, to which she replied Patiala.I was surprised that why then she took ticket for sangrur but before i could ask her, she asked me where i stayed. I also replied Patiala. Then she asked me have i come to meet someone in sangrur,i replied in affirmitive and shyingly disclosed her that i was following her.I thought she will get annoyed but when she told me of her reason of coming to sangrur i was startled, she disclosed that she also liked me as for her also it was love at first sight but she never new where i lived so she thought that today she will travel till the point i travel so as to find out my whereabouts. What a coincidence i thought and we both lovingly embraced each other and boarded another bus.This time when conductor came i took out some money and gave it to conductor;he asked where i want to go and how many tickets i need.I replied two tickets to any where..........


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MODERN DOWRY

FICTION: WHOSE IS RESPONSIBLE


Often dowry in indian context is refered as istridhan or women wealth in indian context.ITs a criminal offence to ask seek and give dowry on and after any marriage ocassion from bride's side to bridegroom's side and it is punishable according to indian law.The provisions against dowry seekers are very" victim" friendly and husbands and inlaws can be put behind bars on mere one complaint of the women without even verification. Sometimes these laws are used many years after marriage eg in one case some 25 years after marriage which leaves a doubt for the law usefulness and questions some of the beneficiaries.

Recently i had a misfortune of witnessing a proceedings of one such case in a court when i went to meet my cousin who was a lawyer and asked me to witness a amazing entry of all sorts quite literally.
The case in point was between married couple of A doctor husband and a post graduate house wife in economics.The doctor husband was fighting the case alone as he has married his wife after a love marriage? on the other hand wife had few fellow friends in form of a human rights activist and one almost masculine looking female wrestler friend.
Although the marriage has broken down and both were reconciled to the fact but the pleasure (sadistic) of harrasing a husband was not to be missed by the human right activist friends et al.

There marriage function happened few years back in court complex as it was registered marriage and the only dowry that was given by brides side was blessings presumably, but according to bride some very costly and important articles were given from here family side to the boy side.
The boy acknowledging these articles have agreed to share expenses but not to return the full expenses as he thought the article till there were used served the purpose of both the parties.The cost of articles as given turned out to be a measly 150 rupees plus a double bed was given which boy agreed to return in as in where in basis ;but fangs of women empowerment lobbies got all the media publicity against boy for the unjust dowry.

The question that that came into my mind was what were dowry articles of costs of only Rs 150 that bothered both the sides so much that they were prepared to wash their dirty lenin in public instead of amicably settling for divorce and carry on with their own lives.

This was revealed to a me by my lawyer cosin that article consisted of a pack of male CONDOMS 15 in number.

Amazingly the girl side wants boyside to pay for these as they were given as dowry items but boy although a millionaire was not ready to pay as his viewed the usefulness of condom to both the parties.
A eunuch who was also sitting in a court where the case was going for one appeal after another as judge was also finding it difficult to decide on such a unique dowry suggested a unique way that booy should give back the girl rs 150 worth of female condoms FEMIDONS and the case should be withdrawn by girl of dowry harasment.
But this seemed unacceptable to human rights activist as their neo empowerment meant only boy as the unjust exploiter who had the instrument of exploitation and wanted him to suffer for that in jail.
The eunuch as it turned out to be was interested in the case as he was promised and later cheated by the girls friends that after divorce he can have the girl provided he spied on boy and gave 'unfavourable' statement to girl about boyz character.But this person now carried a grudge as he too was shunted out in the game.Seeing all this first time in my life i thanked god that i donot have so called human right friends who for there own case study make people a source of entertainment and also i was amazed at the shallowness of empowerment claims which seems mis directed and sometimes biologically imprudent.

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THANKS. YOURS FAITHFULLY

FICTION

-- Indian Railway Budget 2007( Thank you Railway minister: its too little and too late)-----

It was a cool feburary morning. i was waiting for the newspaperwala who usually delivers my dose of four newspapers exactly at 5:30am in the morning but today it is almost 7am and yet i couldnot find him. suddenly i saw him coming on his cycle from my balcony. i scolded him as why he is late: to which he replied that today is 28thfeburary and yesterday indian railways budget was presented in indian parliament,so the newspaper swelling with orders took their own sweet time to publish and dispatch the copies. I grudingly thanked him for my copy of dose of my addiction called Economic times and cursing the System in my country opened the railway budget page.

Over the years' i was involved in a formation and later on the activities of railways sangharsh samiti for Ferozepur-Amritsar railway line (In PUNJAB)to be commisioned which was already in place and required only a bridge to be constructed over River Sutlej and would have immensely benefited the people of this region and also army: the samiti or the organisation used to send representations ,requests and email to all past Railway ministers since 1997 but nothing happened on the ground level and no railway line ever constructed there.

In todays Economic times in rail budget highlights section, i found that our railways minister has sanctioned 16 new trains and one of them which was of particular interest to me was INDORE -AMRITSAR train which was announced biweekly.This train was of particular interest to me as earlier there was no train on this section and also amritsar being by homeplace and karmabhoomi.Also my first cousin who was scientist working there in BARC could now reach his homeplade easily and in 36 hours as compared to early ordeal of 3days journey by different mediums.My lady love homeplace was also Indore so it gave an added reason to celebrate. Rushingly i went through the newspaper and sat on my computer to write a thanks eletter to Railway mininster lalu whose stock suddenly rose in my eyes. I wanted to thank him then suddenly i realised the hard truth.

My ladylove is now married to a guy in Hyderabad, so who shall i go to meet now? ,I remembered in last railway budget Minister announced a train From INDORE- HYDERABAD and as we all know train being a lifeline for we indians reached Amritsar a full one year late; so now apple of my eyes is a fruit in somebodys else orchad thanks to railways|||| Overcoming the emotional turmoil as life has to go on ,i thought chalo lets see the positive that my cousin can come to his homeplace easily and early: so i picked up the phone to tell him the good news.

My cousin who being a scientist and also being a rational man answered that its a good development.IN my overenthusism i declared that bhai now u can reach home early and meet us and ur near dear ones. He in a very cold way agreed with me and told me that he is getting late for his job and also sarcastically told me that its the timing that actually matters in life.i put down the phone that bhai have taken his job pretty seriously and has gone bonkers. But as i was about to break the news to my aunt(my cousins mother). I realised a strange morbid truth that shook me inside out.

My cousins father who was not keeping well for some time died last year waiting to see him before he died but couldnot thanks to no direct train as my cousin due to non availability of proper train couldnot even reach on time to cremate his dad. So now i realised with what my cousin meant with timing as my uncle's EYES who used to wait for his beloved son are no more there. I felt bad and got up from my computer .

With sense of emotionality and grief in my eyes and with a certainity that for me there nothing in this train and budget as it is too late...... But after overcoming my grief ,the patriot in me said it is better for the people of the regions as now no more love storys will end and no more waiting eyes will shut before they meet their beloved.

Listening to an urdu couplet" der lagi aane me tumko, shukar hai phir bhi aaye to, aas ne dil ka saath na choda, lekin hum gabhrai to": i again sat near my computer screen writing another eLetter to Railway minister to complete FEROZEPUR-AMRITSAR railway line as the people in these areas donot have to face the same predicament as me and my family has to. so i started the leter with congratulatery note writing thanks to railway minister and hoping that this time he and his Rail will not be late.............................

ANATOMY OF LOVE

FICTION

Newspaper Headlines "PUNJAB TRACTORS LIMITED (PTL) taken over by DR.REDDY's LABORATORIES

(GOD U HAVE LIBERALISED MY COUNTRY, NOW PLEASE LIBERALIZE MY THOUGHT PROCESS)

I am son of soil from punjab and and once my Friend from Tamil nadu asked me to which culture u owe your allegiance to punjabi culture or indian culture, i replied " no , my culture is agriculture".to this my friend laughed so heartedly as if he has got an answer to a very difficult puzzling and longstanding question.

As i am from punjab and this being the First GREEN REVOLUTION state, is a food bowl of india ,as punjab contributes significantly to indian foodgrain requirements. But punjabis could not have achieved this without proper infrastructural support like hybrid seeds, irrigation facilities and mechanised farm equipment like TRACTORS, threshers, combines etc.The central govt provided all these facilities in 1960s and it also formed a company called PUNJAB TRACTOR LIMITED for making mechanised farm equipments which made tractors and allied machinery .

Tractors as we all know help in lot of farm operations. They can be touted as mechanised BULLOCKs and we punjabisis revere them and pray for them like for our bullocks.

I am a literate(not yet fully educated) persons with strong favourable views regarding pro -liberalisation efforts of our govt.and when i read that Govt will be divesting its stake in few public sector companies to get funds which can be used for social welfare neasures, i feel happy and subscribed to this view fully. But then........

In todays Business standard newspaper there was a head lines " PUNJAB TRACTORS LIMITED TAKEN OVER BY DR.REDDYS"

On reading this news i was flambergasted as how can Punjab govt sell a jewel from its crown with which so many affective components of punjabi people behaviour are attached.I also read that PTL employees Union has gone on strike on this issue and Communists,anti liberalisationists and narmada bachao activists have also congregated to the spot to lend their moral and other support there. I also decided to oppose the move and join the agitation.

As i was about to move to the hotspot my innerself asked me few questions" Why exactly me who is a strong supporter of reforms has suddenly turned against this progressive step?". After i did some soul searching i got the answer," it was my prejudice against Andhrites that have manifested in my such behaviour.But why prejudice? i asked myself. The answer was simple Few years back i lost my lady love to an Andhrite who have only one better quality then me i.e he was many times richer than me(and also a better Humanbeing than me that i will never like to admit). but i never protested at that time because i never had the resources to match him.MY prejudice was reinforced by the news that now Govt will spend the funds generated from divestment on promoting SECOND GREEN REVOLUTION In andhra pradesh.(Making punjab barren to make andhra fertile).And DR.Reddys being a company promoted by an influential Andhrite.it was natural for my prejudice to manifest.

Although i got the answer for my opposition to the deal but still i displaced the thought and telling myself that i am right ;i jumped into protests. On day one i gave a long,emotional and thought provoking to my Punjabi brethren on the injustice that has been meted to punjab which local rightists and separists happily published on front pages. ON day two i led an aggitation of employees of PTL.On day third , as i was about to lead a procession, but police lathicharged and i recieved some injurie which was well covered by medi as "DR. HEMANT PROTESTING AGAINST INJUSTICE BADLY BEATEN BY POLICE". When i came out of hospital, i on popular public persuasion was made to sit on a hunger fast. All these happenings had a desired effect and myself became" hero of my people","Messiah of employeess", "Born communist", Soul against Liberalisation: and i donot know what else......

Communists offered me executive membership to their party. (Forgetting just what they have done to their own people in SINGUR and NANDIGRAM).Many other significant others so called social organisations also offered me many incentives which i decline politely as i want to be the champion of this cause which was close to my heart.

All these happenings made DR.Reddy people nervous and their representatives called on me for arranging a meeting to which i agreed. In the meeting they wanted me to rollback my protests and also to support their efforts of takeover as this in reality would have meant more job creation and more taxes to punjab govt exchequer.I disagreed and continued on my stand stubbornly for which i was praised liberally for all those opposed and emotionally attached to the cause and i having rejected any place for negotiations became a very big leader in my people eyes.

Back at my home my Mom who was watching all this came to me and congratulated me that she is my proud mother. But as she knew about my One sided love story ,she asked me whether my decision to jump into agitation was purely my decision without any prejudice(That is on merit or not). I wanted to lie to her but as we all know that our moms know us inside out, i broke down and told her the truth. SHe said that she is proud of me for telling her the truth but will be more proud if i did everything for welfare of my people without any prejudice.So i called on meeting with the new management and agreeing to their demands i extracted some promises from new management(read DR.Reddys) that all jobs of aggitating employees will be safe and no action will be taken against them and apart from new investment and employment generation ,they will provide all the employees with ESOP options,; to these proposals, management and all the agitating people agreed happily as it was Win- Win situations for all parties and the work in the plants resumed under new management.

When i reported what all i have now done to my mom, she said" Beta, i will further be elated if i admit publicly my motive to launch the agitation to all the people of my state so that they may not suffer from any future prejudice and also should not be taken for a ride in futurebu any person or a leader having his/her own motives.

I was not willing to do this and i never thought i will have to bend so much and undergo the public humiliation for my action but like a small child i agreed and in next day newspapers i published my real motives and regret for the agitation to people of my state. I was expecting a deep public anguish and condemnation from my people but to my surprise people admired my courage, will power and my ability to love truly someone from my heart. Now i really became their leader and people who felt prejudice against somebody took my council and help to ameliorate the same.

And surprisingly once i visited a resturant in delhi and found my lady love not with Reddy from Andhra but with Patil from Maharashtra having a dinner with him. Straightway i called Reddy as to how he is feeling, he told me that havent u read todays headlines "PUNJAB TRACTORS LIMITED STAKE SOLD BY DR.REDDYS TO MAHINDRA AND MAHINDRA". So i asked pokingly what he intends to do now ,he answered gringgly that he will be joining me for the new agitation against the new move............................

ANATOMY OF LOVE

FICTION

Newspaper Headlines "PUNJAB TRACTORS LIMITED (PTL) taken over by DR.REDDY's LABORATORIES

(GOD U HAVE LIBERALISED MY COUNTRY, NOW PLEASE LIBERALIZE MY THOUGHT PROCESS)

I am son of soil from punjab and and once my Friend from Tamil nadu asked me to which culture u owe your allegiance to punjabi culture or indian culture, i replied " no , my culture is agriculture".to this my friend laughed so heartedly as if he has got an answer to a very difficult puzzling and longstanding question.

As i am from punjab and this being the First GREEN REVOLUTION state, is a food bowl of india ,as punjab contributes significantly to indian foodgrain requirements. But punjabis could not have achieved this without proper infrastructural support like hybrid seeds, irrigation facilities and mechanised farm equipment like TRACTORS, threshers, combines etc.The central govt provided all these facilities in 1960s and it also formed a company called PUNJAB TRACTOR LIMITED for making mechanised farm equipments which made tractors and allied machinery .

Tractors as we all know help in lot of farm operations. They can be touted as mechanised BULLOCKs and we punjabisis revere them and pray for them like for our bullocks.

I am a literate(not yet fully educated) persons with strong favourable views regarding pro -liberalisation efforts of our govt.and when i read that Govt will be divesting its stake in few public sector companies to get funds which can be used for social welfare neasures, i feel happy and subscribed to this view fully. But then........

In todays Business standard newspaper there was a head lines " PUNJAB TRACTORS LIMITED TAKEN OVER BY DR.REDDYS"

On reading this news i was flambergasted as how can Punjab govt sell a jewel from its crown with which so many affective components of punjabi people behaviour are attached.I also read that PTL employees Union has gone on strike on this issue and Communists,anti liberalisationists and narmada bachao activists have also congregated to the spot to lend their moral and other support there. I also decided to oppose the move and join the agitation.

As i was about to move to the hotspot my innerself asked me few questions" Why exactly me who is a strong supporter of reforms has suddenly turned against this progressive step?". After i did some soul searching i got the answer," it was my prejudice against Andhrites that have manifested in my such behaviour.But why prejudice? i asked myself. The answer was simple Few years back i lost my lady love to an Andhrite who have only one better quality then me i.e he was many times richer than me(and also a better Humanbeing than me that i will never like to admit). but i never protested at that time because i never had the resources to match him.MY prejudice was reinforced by the news that now Govt will spend the funds generated from divestment on promoting SECOND GREEN REVOLUTION In andhra pradesh.(Making punjab barren to make andhra fertile).And DR.Reddys being a company promoted by an influential Andhrite.it was natural for my prejudice to manifest.

Although i got the answer for my opposition to the deal but still i displaced the thought and telling myself that i am right ;i jumped into protests. On day one i gave a long,emotional and thought provoking to my Punjabi brethren on the injustice that has been meted to punjab which local rightists and separists happily published on front pages. ON day two i led an aggitation of employees of PTL.On day third , as i was about to lead a procession, but police lathicharged and i recieved some injurie which was well covered by medi as "DR. HEMANT PROTESTING AGAINST INJUSTICE BADLY BEATEN BY POLICE". When i came out of hospital, i on popular public persuasion was made to sit on a hunger fast. All these happenings had a desired effect and myself became" hero of my people","Messiah of employeess", "Born communist", Soul against Liberalisation: and i donot know what else......

Communists offered me executive membership to their party. (Forgetting just what they have done to their own people in SINGUR and NANDIGRAM).Many other significant others so called social organisations also offered me many incentives which i decline politely as i want to be the champion of this cause which was close to my heart.

All these happenings made DR.Reddy people nervous and their representatives called on me for arranging a meeting to which i agreed. In the meeting they wanted me to rollback my protests and also to support their efforts of takeover as this in reality would have meant more job creation and more taxes to punjab govt exchequer.I disagreed and continued on my stand stubbornly for which i was praised liberally for all those opposed and emotionally attached to the cause and i having rejected any place for negotiations became a very big leader in my people eyes.

Back at my home my Mom who was watching all this came to me and congratulated me that she is my proud mother. But as she knew about my One sided love story ,she asked me whether my decision to jump into agitation was purely my decision without any prejudice(That is on merit or not). I wanted to lie to her but as we all know that our moms know us inside out, i broke down and told her the truth. SHe said that she is proud of me for telling her the truth but will be more proud if i did everything for welfare of my people without any prejudice.So i called on meeting with the new management and agreeing to their demands i extracted some promises from new management(read DR.Reddys) that all jobs of aggitating employees will be safe and no action will be taken against them and apart from new investment and employment generation ,they will provide all the employees with ESOP options,; to these proposals, management and all the agitating people agreed happily as it was Win- Win situations for all parties and the work in the plants resumed under new management.

When i reported what all i have now done to my mom, she said" Beta, i will further be elated if i admit publicly my motive to launch the agitation to all the people of my state so that they may not suffer from any future prejudice and also should not be taken for a ride in futurebu any person or a leader having his/her own motives.

I was not willing to do this and i never thought i will have to bend so much and undergo the public humiliation for my action but like a small child i agreed and in next day newspapers i published my real motives and regret for the agitation to people of my state. I was expecting a deep public anguish and condemnation from my people but to my surprise people admired my courage, will power and my ability to love truly someone from my heart. Now i really became their leader and people who felt prejudice against somebody took my council and help to ameliorate the same.

And surprisingly once i visited a resturant in delhi and found my lady love not with Reddy from Andhra but with Patil from Maharashtra having a dinner with him. Straightway i called Reddy as to how he is feeling, he told me that havent u read todays headlines "PUNJAB TRACTORS LIMITED STAKE SOLD BY DR.REDDYS TO MAHINDRA AND MAHINDRA". So i asked pokingly what he intends to do now ,he answered gringgly that he will be joining me for the new agitation against the new move............................

Valentine Special (Three love stories)

PART FICTION: THREE LOVE STORIES AND ONE ENDING
(CONTINUING)

In this season of love when nature is filled with the passionate arrows of cupid and formless incarnation of kamadeva the divine lord of love and procreation in every heart ; it amazes me how many hearts have missed there beats and how many hearts actually beat together. The story of love happens in everyone's life but the expression can either be overt or covert depending on circumstances,this people say is beauty of human relations and love.
There are three love stories which i have experienced in front of my eyes but i sometimes feel i am very small to write about them as i am too immature,naive and one sided in the issues of love but then i have seen people running ministry of affairs in govt of beauty(Husna di sarkar) in punjabi.

STORY ONE: A Promise is a promise

The winters have just started in november of 2002 in amritsar and i like all other guys was preparing for my 2nd years examz. Just few days before the exams the microbiology deptt called us for checking some slides of some microorganisms which sounded very unromantic as these microorganisms are generally found in areas below the belt in males and females.But still to pass the exam one has to go and see the slides.The torture in the department was compounded by our microbiology professor who often use to use his own body secretions as cultures to show the microorganisms and what not????

Our class had the almost total majority of girls except 5 boys(2 boys and 3 sardars to be exact) including me.In our class every person was bestowed with some talent or skill and every other classmate knew about it.There was one girl called Sasha(name changed) who was a very good classical dancer as well as modern dancer. In one of the dance parties i had a chance of dancing with her.(Donot underestimate even elephants can dance).We became friends after the event although in our culture and especially in my family dancing was not very kindly looked upon as my ancestors as we were told use to employ nautch girls in olden times to celebrate the festive occasions , a tradition whose reminant still can be seen in few of our important functions.
In this last lecture of microbiology as i was viewing the slide, i felt somebody pulling my white apron(Doctors court) down. When i looked around i found Sasha telling me something and asking me to leave the class at once with her. couldnot hear here but still followed her out of the lab like a good friend.
(continuing)

Valentine Special (Three love stories)

PART FICTION: THREE LOVE STORIES AND ONE ENDING
(CONTINUING)

In this season of love when nature is filled with the passionate arrows of cupid and formless incarnation of kamadeva the divine lord of love and procreation in every heart ; it amazes me how many hearts have missed there beats and how many hearts actually beat together. The story of love happens in everyone's life but the expression can either be overt or covert depending on circumstances,this people say is beauty of human relations and love.
There are three love stories which i have experienced in front of my eyes but i sometimes feel i am very small to write about them as i am too immature,naive and one sided in the issues of love but then i have seen people running ministry of affairs in govt of beauty(Husna di sarkar) in punjabi.

STORY ONE: A Promise is a promise

The winters have just started in november of 2002 in amritsar and i like all other guys was preparing for my 2nd years examz. Just few days before the exams the microbiology deptt called us for checking some slides of some microorganisms which sounded very unromantic as these microorganisms are generally found in areas below the belt in males and females.But still to pass the exam one has to go and see the slides.The torture in the department was compounded by our microbiology professor who often use to use his own body secretions as cultures to show the microorganisms and what not????

Our class had the almost total majority of girls except 5 boys(2 boys and 3 sardars to be exact) including me.In our class every person was bestowed with some talent or skill and every other classmate knew about it.There was one girl called Sasha(name changed) who was a very good classical dancer as well as modern dancer. In one of the dance parties i had a chance of dancing with her.(Donot underestimate even elephants can dance).We became friends after the event although in our culture and especially in my family dancing was not very kindly looked upon as my ancestors as we were told use to employ nautch girls in olden times to celebrate the festive occasions , a tradition whose reminant still can be seen in few of our important functions.
In this last lecture of microbiology as i was viewing the slide, i felt somebody pulling my white apron(Doctors court) down. When i looked around i found Sasha telling me something and asking me to leave the class at once with her. couldnot hear here but still followed her out of the lab like a good friend.
(continuing)