General Elections Ab-tak

General Elections Ab-tak

India; a subcontinent rich in culture, history, contrast and diversity. 6 major religions, 22 languages and a lot of people. More than 17% of world's population living in an area which fits to one third of the United States. And every 5 years, a marvellous show is put up. The General Elections. In the ongoing general elections more than 900 million of the Indians have become eligible to vote. It is more than the ballots cast in last 7 U.S. Presidential elections combined. In 2014 elections in India there were 8000 candidates from over 450 parties battling for only 543 seats in the lower-house of parliament, known as the LOK-SABHA. An additional 2 seats are nominated by the president from the Anglo-Indian Community. Breaking down the stats, 1 Member of Parliament (MP) represents 1.5 Million Voters compared to the UK where there are 650 seats and each MP represents 72,000 voters. Post the elections whichever party or alliance wins...
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CAPTIONING PHOTOGRAPHS  – PART 3

CAPTIONING PHOTOGRAPHS – PART 3

Good morning readers! I hope you are doing great. My fellow author, Ashutosh Gursale, started the post Captioning Photographs and introduced photography on the blog. The motto was to give a platform for the lens-o-graphers. This is the Third version of the same post. And as we go ahead, we are gonna be introducing many of the budding photographers and also some of the professionals who have lot to show and their photographs which has got lot to tell. So let's start! Here are some of the photographs which shouted their stories to me. I'll make sure you get to read those stories and you make sure that you see many more such clicks on the Instagram handles of these amazing artists. A Little Life - by Ashutosh Gursale(@framesandfables) Every life has its own significance. Be it the humongous whale or a tiny weed. The prior can't build soil while the later fails to maintain the chain of oceans. A multi-talented...
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Can I just…

Can I just…

And today can I just walk? Like I want to? When no one would see me? Where no one will feel any difference? Can I just go out as I'm? Naked of all the faces I wear to make do? So no one would walk with me? Or towards me? Can I just let go today? Of the feelings I hold back? And no one would get hurt? Unlike the times before? Today, can I be myself? With nothing hidden in the dark? Without regrets? And just all love? Can they just be as they are? Neither a bit less? Nor a part more? Perfect for existence and love? Can they let me be me today? Without judging? Nor getting hurt and hurting? Not complaining and only loving? Like the peaceful flow of the mighty Yangtze Would then I be. Only for if Daydreaming is not what I ask for. ©The Honest Fabler — Sarvesh Antapurkar ©Image Source — Google Images ...
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Unknown- A tribute to the Patriots

Unknown- A tribute to the Patriots

  There’s a popular saying in Hindi, “Jo Dikhta hai, wohi bikta hai.” Which translate to say, what appears in front of us, only that can be held accountable for the credit or the blame. And the correctness is as much as anything else. The only one who are seen and respected of all of the people who work for the nation are the freedom fighters, the real heroes, the soldiers, the men in uniform. It’s not about obscuring the glorified ones. It's about talking of those who stay out of picture. It's about taking a bow in their honor and feeling the intensity of sacrifice they did to do the good for their country. About the unknown. This Independence Day, let’s talk of some heroes amongst us, whom we might already know, but not the story behind them.     THE FOREST MAN OF INDIA The Island of Majoli, Assam, is the largest river-island in the world. Based in river Brahmaputra, to the north...
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Inside

Inside

You look tired. Weary. Lanky. Upset. I see your eyes and I know it. I know you are trying. Trying to be strong. And giving all you can. It's full of selflessness. You are full of it. And yet here you are. All screwed and at the edge. Verge of giving it up. Everything around seems to resist you. Resist the change in you. And you end up doing what you think you won't ever do. You fight yourself over what is right and what is easy. It's dilemmatic. It's tough. And most importantly, it's not you. You were clear always. But no more. You feel shadowed in your own dark. But is this the end? Well, you don't know. So wait not. Keep fighting. Fight for the right. It won't be easy. Dumbuldor said so. Just laugh out loud. Look back and pat your back for the long way you have covered. And plunge inside the dark. Light it up from within. Or be a plankton. Just glow. Take it easy even when it's not. Sit back for a moment. Listen to Calum Scott telling you that there's a rhythm inside. And then...
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Stop, let go.

Stop, let go.

Stop, let go. Just stop. You have been running since long. Just wait here. Take a nap. Calm down and then go. Just stop so that you can see around. Stop and see who else is there. Wait and check if your direction is right. Observe and appreciate the efforts. Just wait here until you catch your breath. And then start again with an enthusiastic scream. Stop and look around. Look and be perplexed by the sight. Take a moment and cheers to those wheels. They kept you on go. And also to the will inside. Appreciate it. Hail to it. The snow on path is dense. Will be. Make sure you don't make snowman everywhere. Snowman are interim. Be the sun that melts them or the snow that makes. Stop, while the dense snow melts out. You deserve the ease. The path hadn't been simple. You chose the right. But now, stop. Right there. Understand that you no more need to understand. Be free of it that weighs you down. Shed it off. You are done. Start to let go and stop holding it...
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Unsung Heroes

Unsung Heroes

I lie to you dressing in cheap clothes, an old duffel and pretending to be a cable operator. I lie to you washing your car, doing over jobs and making you think I'm poor. I lie to you. I lie to all. and you live on thinking you know me. you know my name, or perhaps the name I told you was mine. you know what I do, and not that what I do is lie. I lie of being a software developer. I lie of working on the weekend. I lie about going to the conference. I lie about all the meetings with the clients. I lie about my whereabouts. I lie about the deals. But perhaps, it is all true. I disguise to look poor. I act as a wallflower. I tell you the truth, and so I scream to all, but all of them are too blind to see perhaps you know me as I'm a software developer deciphering the coded messages working on the weekend as I kill a few sleeper cells conference with the mission operators disguised meetings...
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Letter to An Ombrophobic

Letter to An Ombrophobic

Dear Ombrophobic, I hope this letter finds you in your strength and seeks the news of you holding strong against the only thing that you hate the most in this world; rain. I don't have to wonder thinking about how possibly can anyone hate rains. And the reason is me being an ex-ombrophobic. I know how disgusting it feels to go to work with your sock drenched in mud and water. Or how gloomy and lazy it feels on a rainy morning. I also know how stupid, people sound talking about rain, rather harping about it. And also, the social media. God! That was, perhaps the reason I disliked rains so much. No sooner the rain begins, and floods the drains, your social wall is full of every single person, posting plagiarised posts. One day, irritated by these stupid stuff, abusing the rains, as I sat on my table in my cabin, my vision accidentally fell on the french window. And there, the...
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Unpaid Loan

Unpaid Loan

An unpaid-loan is the most stressful thing in the world. But of course, to those who care to repay. A loan, left unpaid, leaves us with a feeling on uneasiness. A mindset, which constantly forces our attention to the incomplete thing. More or less, it is like a unfulfilled responsibility. Loan is a mere borrow-return agreement. But the care is to be taken that the borrowed commodity is not exploited by you. Perhaps we have forgotten the same. The world we live in is not an ancestral gift, but a loan approved and sanctioned by our future generations. We do not own this, but have borrowed it and are bound to revert it in the good condition that we got it in, if not better than that. It is our responsibility to care for this beautiful gift but not forget it being an unpaid-loan, which we must return. Every single element of it, should be intact and should remain so. We have lost...
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