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FUELED CAR'S TALK!!

While on my night walk, I came across a weird and interesting conversation going on. Even though I knew its bad manners, I eventually couldn't resist overhearing it. On a straight lane, there were numerous four wheelers parked on both the sides. A group of 'middle class cars' was discussing about food inflation (Petrol price hike) .They were cursing petroleum minister for deregulation of petroleum sector. It was 'Pet Pe Laat' on common cars.

    

Mr. Alto mourned, "My owner always gives snacks to me and drives me till I am nearly starved! God punish that engineer who discovered Fuel level indicator!"

"After so much hard work in the scorching sun, if I over eat a bit, they yell mileage is less!! They take me to the mech-doctor and he screws me. It's so pathetic!"  Everyone gave an approving nod.

                Mr. Wagon. R. said, "I don’t know what's happening! May be due to the 'square meal' we are having these days, we resemble a cube!!"

                Tata N. 'Anna'.O  declared."Really, government should do something about the population rise. The food scarcity is on its all-time high. There is such a big line at food shops; we don’t even have fare price shops like our owners to get benefitted from. We should get 'reservation'. Those privileged diesel cars get high calorie food, are powerful and mighty, thus get adopted so easily. Let's raise our horns for it! We can go on an aamran anshan!'(Anyways we are starving!) Murmuring started as he had touched everyone's nerves.

To this Ritz added."Yaad aaya! Did you hear about Mr. Om N.I ! It is doing illegal dhanda! He has switched to LPG fuel as government subsidizes it. I can't imagine how people keep explosives inside their house. There's a constant danger of raids as well as explosions. Some even use kerosene adulterated fuels. O Lord! Save them!"

Sant R O preached, "It is all moh maya! Switch to jadi booti! Use bio-fuels like Jathropa etc. That will lead to salvation."

M. Swift blurted, "If only China produced petrol also! The cheap fuel would have been like a medicine on our wounds".

                         




From the backdrop, a car voiced,'' I don’t know what our Car rights commission is doing. Every person on earth gets a day off in a week.
 Few blessed ones even get twice. But we are overburdened round the clock each day. Why can't our owners stop churning our wheels at least for a day and go green by using some eco-friendly options!
 Why can't they, for a day, burn their calories using cycles instead of burning the precious fuel."
                           








  I was full of retrospection hearing the cry of the cars…The next moment, I got my cycle out of the garage and pledged to cycle to ease my pocket, body and most importantly: my soul.

Go Green……..Published in the interest of common man by the association of cars J

IT'S YOUR LIFE!!

Let your life decide your duty,                                            

And not duties rule your life,

However it may be: placid or strife

Keep on relishing its flawless beauty.

Unruffled by the chaos in mind,

Go wherever your heart drives,

As this is the day, this is the moment

Live it as you want

Without any external pressure

As once gone, you can always repent,

But once enliven, can become a memory unforgettable.

So live life the way you want

As

Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara........

S. RITIKA

Another middle space!!! :)

posting emotions posted in paper :D

MY ARTICLE IN HITVADA'S EDIT PAGE :D

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THIS DIS-BELIEF!!

                    Don't talk to strangers! Don't take anything from them! Be aware! The whole world is in a quest to cheat! Help others! But beware of rogue wearing the mask of humility! Friends can't be trusted. In today's time, even relations are not to be relied on! How can you trust your partner after watching 'emotional atyachaar'! World wants to take advantage. Always see to it that you are the one to snatch everything before others get the chance. No one can be trusted in this world full of crime, news flashes of forgery, betrayal, and conspiracy. In a nutshell, a world which we perceive is full of disbelief!                              
                But is our world such bad!
 Has gentleman become extinct in our so-called 21^st century??
 Every grey cloud has a silver lining.
I came across few silver linings in my life these days.

              

How many times it happens in our life that somebody does good to us and instead of thanking him, we keep wondering what personal gain he might get from it!! Recently I got a call from an unknown number inquiring about my father who was his neighbor when he was a kid. Talking after gap of years, as they both were refreshing their childhood memories, my mother commented, "Suddenly after so many years!...Jaroor kuch kaam hoga papa se! " She didn't have any personal grudges with that neighbor. But it was a natural thought for an inhabitant of this untrustworthy world. When the telephonic conversation ended, my dad revealed that his friend had gone through various directories, mutual friends and internet to get this number (My dad has a transferable job, adding to the complexities) and had just called to inquire about the well-being of his pal.

            








   I had to take an auto to get back home from college. With the general public view about meter tapering, charging extra money etc. , I and my friend went up to the auto stand clumsily thinking the ways not to get cheated by the shrewd auto drivers. We got to one auto and started enquiring about availability and tariff.  At the backdrop, we could hear people shouting, "Ma'am, auto. yahaan….ma'am!" I was getting irritated. Suddenly, one of the person from the background stood in front of us, and instructed, 'Come to that auto!' I was angry and was going to blast on him for so much persuasion just to gain profit when he smiled at my friend and asked 'Pehachaana nahi kya mujhe? '. She stared at him for a second or two, and then smiled back and exclaimed, 'Oh aap!'Actually that driver used to drop her to the school regularly from 5-7 class. I asked the driver how he could recognize after so many years when her face and personality had changed so much! To this he smiled and answered, 'Humaari bachi hai ye….aise kaise bhool jaayenge ise!' When we finally reached our stop, he was not even ready to take money from us saying,' how can I take money from you'. We had to force money into his hands. It filled me with remorse; the person I supposed was money-mined was so good at heart.

I agree that media is doing a very good job of making people aware of the deplorable happenings, but there should be mention of such silver linings also to instill hope, positivity and enthusiasm in people for a better tomorrow.

S.RITIKA
All pictures and thoughts are out of the Author's creative mind.. Copying without due credit to the author will add to the disbelief prevalent in this world. Serve humanity. :)

POSTING EMOTIONS...

As per my daily schedule, I went to my verandah to fetch newspaper. As I gave a cursory glance at the paper, I caught a glimpse of the cover page of the weekly magazine 'Twinkle' of 'The Hitvada'. It was titled, 'Where were postcards invented.'. I could not get my eyes off it. It was not at all something magnificent or out of the world. But, suddenly there was a feeling of Nostalgia.  Images from the past started playing in front of me.

Don't you all remember the days when we used to write on postcards. The 'trin trin' of the bell of the cycle was the most awaited thing because it was of postman chacha. As soon as the sound used to fall onto our ears, we all raced towards the gate as we had a message from our dear ones. The post man was a part of the family as he was always there with us; whether it was the news of family wedding or wishes of diwali, new year, whether it was a Rakhi from a brother to his beloved sister or the promotion of a near friend, it was postman chacha who maintained the strings of bonding. He consoled on the demise of a kin, gave us strength during friend's illness: He always bridged the gap and 'connected people' irrespective of the geographical boundaries.

And there were times when everyone stepped outside to buy beautiful greetings to send their regards to their near and dears. Every card was meticulously chosen after scrutinizing the wordings inside and finding the best cover picture. Messages were written to add more warmth; kindergarten students were encouraged to scribble massages, kids even used to make cards themselves to give it a personal touch. We were instructed in schools to write letters to our relatives every month. Enthusiastically we followed the advice with a strong support from our family. Cards were posted well in advance with address over them. It was so different from cc, bcc, forward to all messages we do these days. Even though it saves a lot of time in today's fast moving world,it doesn't have the love, warmth, intimacy the former has.

                And how can I forget those lovely rectangular pieces stuck over the cards: the stamps. Being a philatelist who found peace in collecting different stamps, I was amazed as it had so much and even when you thought you had enough of them, new and better stamps always caught your eyes. In today's age of dwindling letters collecting stamps has become a herculean task.  Now, the collection has become a legacy that shall be passed to future netizens who might never get a glimpse of them except in the google images.

In this world of bullet trains, emails and facebook where people may be a touch away, they surely miss the touch of human emotions, affection and intimacy. While connecting the distant people, it has distanced their hearts and today's relations are so conveniently made and broken just by clicking friend/unfriend…..

                                                          

                When I got a letter from my grandfather just few days back, the feeling I had can't be emulated by thousands of forwards, poke, and tags.