- 40 % people are living below poverty line
- Net worth of the CM is 88 Crores
- Crime rate is at par with world’s most advanced and developed cities
- Criminals, if caught are taking rest in hospitals instead of being in jails and are operating from there
- People paying toll tax for roads which are under construction for many years
- Growth rate which is one of the lowest in India amongst all the states
- Poor infrastructure and public facilities
Friday, May 28, 2010
Saturday, May 01, 2010
Lalit Modi is known as a fine, soft spoken and a bit of introvert guy who is also a friend for friends. Once known as close to Bhairon Singh Shekhawat and very soon close to the people of Rajasthan and was later famous as the controversial boyfriend of a political party politician lady. A trader who is not in formal politics, yet informally ruling naturally becomes a soft target for others. He forgot that his mentor Mr. Sharad Pawar is like an iceberg, much more than what he seems to be visible. Owner of cooperative movement in Maharashtra, Sole trustee of Y. B Chouhan Trust, One who outplayed the oldest player of cricket, Jagmohan Dalmiya. He was the one who questioned the foreign origin of Sonia Gandhi's, created a different party and then teamed up with Sonia Gandhi in Maharashtra and Central government. Who is an entrepreneur, a player amongst the cricketer, sugar baron in sugar industry, development guru in Baramati for his men and an expert in putting aside his political friends and enemies in style.
I may believe that Supryia Pawar has got nothing to do with IPL, but whole Mumbai knows that how she is related to Kapoors, Jains and Khans. As Amar Singh on being expelled from Samajwadi Party was told that all was his mistake, it’s time for Modi to think about himself and his life. The story has become interesting now with indulgence of politics (two Cabinet Ministers), Bollywood (Shahrukh Khan, Preeti Zinta) and a smart attractive woman (Sunanda), all these people had made this story even more interesting than IPL itself. The final nail in the coffin was the presence of biggies like Subrata Roy, Mukesh Ambani and King of good times Vijay Mallya.
This spicy story has made people of the country forget everything about inflation, starvation of farmers, unemployed youth, problems with naxals. Even the country's TV, newspapers and politicians are busy with only this story. Our public is great, they sometimes make Harshad Mehta and Ketan Parekh heros and sometimes zero.
Modi committed a mistake by opening Pandora’s box by pointing a finger on Tharoor and see where has he landed….and this saga of IPL, Modi and Politics goes on and on……..
Here I am sitting at 40 thousand feet, cruising at 700 km/hr and rewinding things which happened in last few days.
Everyday started with lots and lots of uncertainty, lots of chaos, some learning from past some plans for the future. Every day after getting up, I took some time to look around and realise, where am I. Once I feel the place I was in, I used to move out of bed, reluctantly to start the day. And then it all starts, numerous calls, verifying check lists and saying..shit..I missed this. Then rushing for the breakfast and the day starts. Running around people to get things done, trying to reach out to people to align them for our planned activity for the day. For me it was a target, a passion but for them, it was a routine and I was someone who was interfering with their daily life.
Initially everyone resisted me and my presence in their lives, but slowly they started accepting me. It was a nice feeling to be part of their lives, eat what they are eating, drink what they are drinking, think what they are thinking and fell their feelings. it continued for 2-3 more days and then it was time to say good bye. My time with them was over, I have to move ahead for my next assignment. Although few days back, I was no one to them, but while leaving their place, I felt as if I am part of them and their life.
It feels bad to move out from their place but it also contained a hope that there are few more people waiting for me to barge into their lives and be a part of that. Life moves on, never stops for anyone and its the same thing which I have to do.
पर मुझे इन सब से क्या, मैं तो आज यहाँ हूँ, कल फिर मुझे चले जाना है
जो आज तलक मेरा अपना था, कल वो मेरे लिए बेगाना है
क्योंकि मैं तो एक मुसाफिर हूँ, मेरा कब अपना कोई ठिकाना है..!!