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Afghan Citizens Put an End to Corruption

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Fri, 25 May 2012 05:43:00 +0000

Fed up with the presence of corruption in the country, the citizens of Afghanistan decided to protest against this by participating in a 5-kilometer long race in the country’s capital, Kabul. The race, aptly titled ‘Move and Fight against Corruption’, was sponsored by the Kabul Municipality and began from right outside the Afghan Parliament. The participants went around the city, running and sending a strong message across.

While it isn’t common to see people running on the streets of Kabul, on the day of the race, many young men came out and raced down the streets. They were surrounded by police and security vehicles as the cause they were supporting wasn’t an easy one. Afghanistan in the 3^rd most corrupt nation in the world, with only Somalia and Myanmar scoring above it. Over $8 billion dollars are unlawfully carried out of the country every year and this hurts the government and the financial situations very hard. The government, however, is hopeful that it will end this menace soon with the help of its international partners.

The people of Afghanistan are fast losing their faith in the government and unless some strong measures are taken against the corrupt officials and departments, the situation will not improve. It is however positive to see the citizens getting involved in the fight against corruption. Analysts believe that working together with the citizens and the international partners will help the Afghan government to come out of this situation.

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noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Fri, 14 Oct 2011 08:54:00 +0000

I remember

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Tue, 06 Sep 2011 08:44:00 +0000

As a child, while I walked this path so many times
I never did think that one day life would be so different
that one day I would fall in love with this sunset

Today as I watch the winding road
meander into the shimmering woods
I remember those long lost days of childhood bliss
Those casual chilly evening walks
those soft soothing small talks
the regular bursts of infectious laughter
those ever stretching smiles of unbounded joy

And when, love, it took its first flight
soaring across the infinite sky
A hundred wishes were born together
painted with one never-dying belief
that love would endure every pain.

But soon, love was lost to love's demand
crushed and trampled,it hoped for revival,
Aching and crying, the heart, it bled.
The gift that was, is now no more.
And now I remember the pain
I rememeber our silent walk in the rain.

-BK

My Dreams My Thoughts My Wishes

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Fri, 25 Jun 2010 19:05:00 +0000

Last night I dreamt,
I dreamt of the green meadows,
the misty valleys
and the beautiful mountains.
last night I dreamt of you

Last night I thought
I thought of the times we spent
laughing and playing
singing songs of everlasting love
last night I thought of you

Last night I wished
I wished for our life together
of happy sunshine
lighting up rainbow colored dreams
last night I wished for you

Every night I prayed,
I prayed that someday somewhere
I'll meet you once again
to live those dreams I dreamt with you
every night I prayed for you.

-BK

Life would go on....

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Sun, 21 Feb 2010 16:53:00 +0000

When the sunlight melts into twilight
and the pale moon decks up the evening sky
I'll think of those magical moments we had
and my heart will mutter a silent cry

Far away from a distant land, I know
You would long to re-live our world of dreams
but entwined by the viscious tentacles of fate
you would succumb to destiny's unfair schemes

The fairylands would be there no more
and the woods would be lost in the mists of time
but the memories of these times will forever stay
when life was like a perfect rhyme

Life would go on as it always did
and the world would also be just the same
but somewhere deep within my heart,i would
long to keep alive that flickering flame.

-BK

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Reminiscence

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 14:14:00 +0000

How come I never realised your worth
when you were always there with me
and now when you have gone so far away
I realise that I have lost you forever

maybe it wasn't love
but it was the best thing I had ever felt
when for a moment I held your hand
as we walked in the drizzling rain.

splashing the rain water around
you laughed childishly at me
but lost in the whirlpool of mixed emotions
I smiled and I left your hand

life has gone a long way now
and fate has parted our ways
but on lonely rainy nights
I wish you were still there with me

To listen to the rain drops
whispering tales of long lost moments
to look in your eyes, to laugh with you
to hold your hand again..

-BK

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It was dark like this the other day

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 06:56:00 +0000

It was dark like this the other day
when life, it turned the other way.

my world instantly came tumbling down,
and yesterday's king became today's clown.

As if to mourn my fate's call,
Nature cast a gloomy pall

Thundershowers lashed the earth
waking man from his blisfull mirth

My eyes sifted through the heavy rain
as i gauged the depth of my inner pain

blurred images played on my mind's eye
of countless moments that just passed us by

moments of sorrow, moments of joy,
lost in the midst of fate's whimsical ploy

life for me will ne'er be the same
coz i've lost my all in the final game

It was dark like this the other day
when life, it turned its face away.

-BK

That Night..

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Sat, 10 Oct 2009 03:58:00 +0000

That night
I stared at the silent stars
and saw my world unfold around me
death and destruction all it was
speeding cars whizzing past
scattered limbs, broken hearts
a thousand screams rent the air
I looked around for a sign of peace
a loud explosion greets me there
burning houses , crying children
blood-smeared hands murderous eyes
victory for one death for the other
man kills man in the name of war
man kills man in the name of god
this is the world we've made for ourselves
this is the world we've made for our children..

-BK

The World We Live In

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 17:20:00 +0000

H1N1

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 18:16:00 +0000

H1N1..Yes thats what the highly educated humans call it. It is supposedly because of the two kinds of proteins Hemagglutinin and Neuraminidase found on its surface. But, who cares for such silly things. For the lesser mortals like us its the Swine Flu.

Yes you got it right. I am talking about one of the most influential and powerful figures in the country now. With its ever-growing popularity among the media, it has replaced the politicians on the frontpages of every Indian daily. In India, as always, the government conveniently sleeps over every issue till the situation goes quite out of hand. And in Bengal, the government has been dozing for decades and no one bothers to wake them. They are better off that way. But the point is our country is currently facing a national threat.

After travelling all over the world, the virus has finally found the ideal place it had been looking for all these months. India, the land of a billion people, the land run by corrupt politicians apathetic to the needs and problems of the common man. The saddest part is that inspite of the growing media coverage, we find that there is very slow progress towards the setting up of new health centres and most of them still lack the infrastructure or expertise to tackle this situation at a larger scale.

I know there is no point blaming anyone in particular. In a country like ours where the majority of the people commute daily in over crowded buses and trains, keeping a check on a pandemic outbreak is not a cake walk. The least we can do is to protect ourselves by taking necessary precautions. So next time you see someone with a running nose, you know what you are supposed do.. Did I hear a sneeze?? Oh, I think I am getting paranoid...

On a lighter note....

During the 70's there was a popular saying in America that the day America has a black president, pigs would fly. Today we have Obama and the Swine Flew ..oops,, sorry... Swine Flu.

The World We Live In

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 13:02:00 +0000

This is my first attempt at comics. Hope to publish new comic strips on a weekly basis..

Idiot Box

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 16:00:00 +0000

The other day we were having our normal chit chat over morning coffee at office, and, somehow our topic of discussion drifted to the relevance of the idiot box in today's world. In spite of, most of us being hooked on to our laptops most of the time, having access to anything and everything in the world, courtesy the world wide web, we do get back to the idiot box at times either to idly surf through the hundreds of channels, or to watch the current cricket series or to religiously follow some 3rd grade reality show so that we can dissect it and critically analyse it over coffee the next day. Whatever be the reason,the bottom line is that all of us do watch TV.

Later at night with the TV thing still in my mind, i set out to explore the past and the present of the idiot box. I learned that If not for an old gentleman by the name of J.L Baird, who knows, television might have never happened.Since the late 1920’s when it became commercially available for the first time, television has come a long way and has become an inseparable part of our daily lives. Over the years it continues to be the most popular medium of entertainment and the most efficient medium for advertising.

My research took me further to the different stages of development of world television and the advent of the new DBS technology.DBS stands for Direct Broadcast Satellite referred to more commonly as the Direct-to-Home broadcasting. The largest DBS service provider in the world is DirecTV with a total of 18 million subscribers worldwide. Whoaaa!!! Thats a huge number.. Having absorbed an overdose of information for the day, i went off to watch the post tea session of the ongoing Ashes series to look out for some interesting observations which could be critically analysed over the next morning coffee.

Celebrating youth

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 17:33:00 +0000

From the unblemished childhood
Through the years of fragile adolescence
As time leads man to the threshold of adulthood,
Swelling with the sense of self-pride
He leaps out to welcome this new change.
And like a bird on its first flight,
His mind sets out to capture greater heights,
to explore the vastness beyond the horizons
with the eagerness to take in all that life could offer.
And, riding on this spirit of newfound freedom
with an insatiable quest for adventure
and an unquenchable thirst to achieve more,
he builds his dreams to eternity.

-BK

I'll wait for you

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Sat, 28 Feb 2009 08:04:00 +0000

The moon smiles,
as it cradles in the arms of the night.
My heart cries,
as it realizes your absence by my side.
All the sweet kisses,
I gave you in my dreams.
All the beautiful dreams,
I had dreamt in your name,
How feebly have they all,
shattered before my eyes,
and how helplessly I realize,
that you will never be mine again.
But with a thousand
moonlit nights in your name,
and a thousand
beautiful dreams in my heart,
I’ll wait for you…

-BK

Christmas in Vatican

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 18:54:00 +0000

It would sound highly cliched if I were to say that I had always dreamt of spending Christmas in the Vatican. Honestly I never had such a dream. But ever since I knew that I would be in Rome during Christmas, I had made up my mind to visit the Vatican on the 25th.

This Christmas was special for me in many ways both good and bad. Firstly I was in Rome, in the vicinity of the Vatican, the heart of Christianity. Though I am not a very religious person, I still found it very exciting. Secondly, this was the first Christmas I spend without family, far away from home. And finally things were not well back home, dad was not keeping well for some time now.

My original plan was to attend the midnight mass on the eve of Christmas, which had to be abandoned since everything in Rome had closed down for the festival.So the 25th morning I took a bus to the Vatican city to be among the hundreds of thousands of people who have travelled miles to spend their Christmas in Vatican.

As they say " All roads lead to Rome " but on Christmas all roads in Rome lead to Vatican.As I got down from the bus and walked towards St Peter's Basilica, I could hear the distant sound of bells. From a distance I could see the Basilica, a standing testimony to the splendor and elegance of medieval architecture.Thousands of people gathered in the huge courtyard in front of the church to get a glimpse of the Pope as he appeared at the huge window of the Basilica to address them. This was something I had seen on TV for so many years and today it was happening right before me. I was in Vatican City standing in front of St Peter's Basilica on a Christmas morning watching the Pope deliver the message of God to the millions of believers across the world. I muttered a silent prayer. A prayer of thanksgiving , a prayer of forgiveness a prayer that got drowned by the chants of the exuberant multitude and the rhythmic tolls of the church bells...

Back...

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 08:12:00 +0000

For the last 3-4 months I had been too busy to indulge in bloging. Too many things on my plate actually. If you belong to the IT world, you will understand my plight and if you dont belong you can still sympathize with me. Meeting deadlines become more important that meeting your family. And given the current market situation you know that your family will always stay with you , your job might not.

WHATEVER....
To cut things short, I was terribly busy both at work and home.I still managed to squeeze in some time to work on a couple of new sites. One , a collection of good SHAYARIS and the other a collection of JOKES . They are almost complete now. So I think I can catch up with some bloging.

Falling in Love

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Sun, 19 Oct 2008 13:13:00 +0000

I feel a sweet softness within me
as the milk of love, flows through the intricacies of my heart.
The hardness around me melts into a soft tenderness
and a strange weakness grips my entire self.
My breath becomes heavier and deeper
as, for hours I stare into oblivion.
My eyes now thirst for one vision
and my mind is filled with that one thought
and amidst this peaceful chaos I realize
That unknowingly somewhere I have fallen in love.

-BK

On the Shores of Mandarmoni

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 06:08:00 +0000

It was another of those weekend trips I made in order to break out from the routine professional life. 6 of us, old college friends, got together and planned an outing to Mandarmoni, a secluded beach along the shores of the mighty Bay of Bengal.It was a 4 hours late-night journey by bus. The bus sped along the highway in the sparce midnight traffic. We got off at the main road closest to the beach which was another 30 minutes drive by car. The vehicle was arranged by the resort we were to put up with. The car took us into the countryside through the unlevelled narrow dark muddy roads, with the full moon adding a mysterious feel to it.

The narrow road suddenly widened and we were out in the open.In the begining it seemed that we were in the middle of nothing.Slowly my eyes got adjusted to the moonlight. The sight send a chill down my spines. Before me was a vast expanse of dark water, stretched as far as eyes could see, over millions and millions of miles. Huge waves with silver linings on their crests were furiously surging towards the shore. It reminded me of the ship-wreck scenes i have seen in movies. I looked at my watch. It was 2.00 am. What a weird time to watch the ocean, and with the moon making it more scary. The whole place looked so lonely, the dark ocean, the deserted beach with a couple of bamboo poles stuck into the sand. A piece of cloth tied to one of the pole was fluttering furiously in the wind.The car drove past the poles and headed towards the resort. We hit the bed right away, too tired for anything else.

I wanted to wake up in time to watch the sun rising up from the middle of the ocean. However i overslept and woke up to find the sun already way up in the sky. The whole place was so silent except for the intermittent chirping of the birds.We had a quick breakfast and headed for the beach. It was not crowded unlike most beaches. Few people were swimming not too far from the shore, while others chose to stand in waist deep water. The ocean didnt look eerie anymore, though it still had the aura of infinte power. We spend the entire day on the beach except for a short trip back to the resort for lunch.

In the evening we chose to sit down on the beach. The sand was slightly wet but very firm since the ocean had just receded following the low tide. We sat there for hours staring at the unbounded vastness infront of us, listening to the roars of the waves as they rolled furiously over the surface of the ocean. It filled me with melancholy, the feeling of lonliness, of loss and of being lost. Yet my mind was at peace and I was in perfect harmony absorbing the sights and sounds of nature. For the first time i felt that i was actually listening to nature. For me it was bliss, the bliss of solitude.

The winds blowing on my face,
reminded me of your touch.
And the murmuring stars
Whispered your name,
in the silence of the night.

Beneath the dark clouds

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Sun, 05 Oct 2008 17:28:00 +0000

Beneath the dark clouds of gloom,
people yearn for a ray of hope.
A little hope that could sustain their lives,
as the deadly rot eats into the decaying society.
The decay creeps into human hearts,
wiping away the last drops of humanity.
And, when immorality rules the human minds,
Culture and tradition becomes things of the past
And, society becomes a barren stretch of lifeless monuments,
Where relationships are based on personal gains,
made and broken at each ones convenience,
where hearts are torn apart
and every drop of blood cries out for revenge.
And, when mankind survives at the edge of extinction
life becomes an ocean of death
death of humanity, of human feelings.

- BK

Memories

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 07:02:00 +0000

Through the broken window,
as the shimmering sunlight
lightens up darkened memories,
faint images, blurred by the ripples of time,
surfaces up,
against the calm ocean of my mind.
The ripples slowly spread across the surface
Leaving behind the reminiscence of days gone by.

-BK

TATA: Bye Bye to Bengal

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 06:27:00 +0000

Finally the Nano project would be moving out of Bengal. It is a very unfortunate thing to happen. Today when the rest of country talks about globalization, attracting foreign investments and job oppurtunities into the country, this is what goes on within this state. Selfish power-hungry politicians with no political ideologies take upon themselves to decide the future and fate of Bengal.

Ratan Tata holds Mamta solely responsible for the groups decision to move out of Bengal. It sets a bad example for future invertors. Who would want to take the risk of setting up an industry in Bengal , a state whose reputation is already marred by the frequent bandhs, called by the political parties every second day. It is a loss for the growth of industrialization in Bengal.

The politicians should rise above their selfish political battles and work towards the upliftment of the country. They should realise that a country cannot grow unless it is open to industrialization. They need to create a investor friendly environment if they ever dream of making India an economic super power. Its sad that Nano will not be rolled out from Bengal. Today Mamta would be happy , her battle is won, but the whole of Bengal stands to lose.

Solitude

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 18:27:00 +0000

When the sun has dipped below the horizon,
And the moon rises to take its place
When the stars shower graces upon the tired earth
And the nocturnal insects resume their nightly chores
Far away from the touch of humanity
I sleep in the arms of solitude.

-BK

So many times

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Fri, 05 Sep 2008 18:31:00 +0000

So many times,
My eyes met hers
And every time
my heart missed a beat
So many times I asked myself
Is it love or something else?

So many times,
I had felt her eyes on me
And had seen
that calm and distant look
So many times I had thought
Was it love or something else?

So many times,
I saw the smile on her face
And had seen
That sparkle in her eyes
So many times I had wondered
Was it for me or for someone else?

So many times,
On lonely moonlit nights
I held her hands
And kissed her in my dreams
So many times I cried silently
And hoped my dreams come true.

So many times,
I thought she wanted to say something
But she never did
And let her silence haunt my nights
Many, many times I had wished
If only I could know a girl’s heart.

-BK

The Hills of Darjeeling

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 19:08:00 +0000

It was in the summer of 2008 when I finally managed to make a trip to Darjeeling. We were a small group of 7 friends who decided to take a break and spend our weekend in the silent, peaceful valleys of Darjeeling. After traveling 8 hours by train we finally reached New Jalpaiguri. We hired a Sumo to take us through the three hours journey from New Jalpaiguri to Darjeeling. It was one of the most memorable journeys I have ever made. I was completely awestruck by everything I saw around me, the terrain , the scenery, the huge mountains with white clouds resting on them. As we continued our journey up the mountains, I felt I was getting closer to heaven. The path that we were taking was a narrow road cut along the side of the mountain, with the mountain on one side and a sharp valley on the other. The first rays of the sun could be seen over the hills on the other side of the valley. The fresh mountain breeze was filling the Sumo, and my spirits too. The peace and tranquility of the whole place was slowly sinking in. Soon we passed Kuresong, a small but busy town set on the top of the mountains.

Kuresong was thriving with activity even at such early hours, with school children and elderly people stopping to stare into the Sumo as we passed them. They probably find it amusing that people invest so much time and money to spend their weekends in the mountains. We moved on climbing further up higher into the clouds. We could barely see the rugged terrain now, everything was covered in white smoke adding an eerie feel to it. Soon we were above the clouds. We could see the valley covered in white foamy blanket. Another 30 minutes drive and we entered the heart of Darjeeling, filled with tourists and local guides. There were Sumos parked all along the side of the road with lodges and hotels strewn all over the place. We moved into one of the many lodges. The rooms were pretty ordinary but the view from the balcony was worth millions. The lodge was built at the edge of the mountain with the balcony overlooking a deep valley stretching for many miles and bordered by mountains on the other side. We could see the clouds floating across the valley below. We spent 2 days and 2 nights exploring and admiring the scenic beauty of the place, the green mountains , the lush tea gardens , the deep valleys , the fresh mountain air , the misty mornings.... I feel that I left behind a part of myself amongst the hills of Darjeeling. The hills still haunt me, there is something which calls me back. Probably the memories of good times spend with good friends....

A Beautiful Day…

noreply@blogger.com (BK) — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 11:54:00 +0000

The first rays of the morning sun
seeps through the mountain clefts,
As the Heavenly Sphere,
furiously riding on its Golden Chariot,
pops up against the crimson sky.
The sea, now painted in wild colours,
heaves to welcome this new morn.
A new Day, a new Chapter begins,
taking life to a new Dimension.
New Hopes built on the ruins of old ones.
New Ambitions driven by new Desires.
Mankind welcomes this new day,
with new Destructions and a new War.
Humanity, the greatest enemy of itself,
squeezes out its own existence,
and all that’s left of this beautiful day,
are the grey mountains and the blue sea,
and the rest is painful History.

-BK

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