Rajniti ki galliyaron mein yeh kya ho raha hain

netaon ko karod ke offer mil rahe hain

aur aam aadmi mahangai ka bojh dho raha hain

Jise bhi dekho, khursi mein atki uski jaan hain

aam admi bechara petrol ki keeman se pareshaan hain

Roj naye samikaran roj nayee tikdam hain

Jeeye kaise yeh soch kar aam admi ke naam mein dum hain

Mahangai, aatankwaad, se aam admi ki zindagi jal rahi hain

deal hogi ki nahi ispar  kya jor short se rajniti chal rahi hain

Netaonke paitre dekh ashcharya vyakt kiya Saap ne

Woh bhi kah utha, besharmo Had kardi aap ne.

Samajwadi party aur congree jo kal tak ek dusre ko seedhe munh naam nahi lete the, aaj dusre ka gungaan karte nahi thakte. Ise kahte hain HAD KAR DI AAPNE.

Shahid Siddique, jo kal tak har TV channel par ja kar bolte the ki Nuclear Deal desh hit mein aaj kah rahe hain, is Nuclear Deal se desh ka kuch bhi hit nahi hone wala. Ek Din mein unhe jo sakshatkar hua usse hi kahte HAD KAR DI AAPNE.

Jo Left parties kal tak sarkar bachane ke liye kuch bhi jod tod kar rahi thi aaj sarkar girane ke liye kisi se bhi hath milane ko taiyaar hain. Mahangai Badhi inhone samarthan wapas nahi liya, kayee ghatnaye ghati jo inke usulo ke khilaf thi inhone samarthan wapas nahi liya, to phir aisa kya ho gaya ki naubat yahan tak aa pahunchi. Aap readers mein se kisiko idea ho to mujhe batayeega tak mein bhi kah sakoo, HADH KAR DI APNE.

I was regular traveller of the 8.25 morning local from Vasai to Churchgate. I had a group in the 2nd class compartment just besides the second first class compartment. Like ours there were various groups in the same compartment. This is the story of the group which used to sit just besides ours. One day the members of the other group were fighting with one Amit that why does he bully the other passengers and whether he has forgotten the past experience. It was loud enough to be heard by everyone in the compartment. I was curious to know and asked my group member what he is referring to. He said he will tell me later. Then one day when we had gathered at my home he told me about the incidence, which I am going to narrate you. This one seems like directly lifted from a Hindi Action Film

This is how the story goes.

This Vasai Local while returning to vasai used to be a slow local from Borivali, unlike now. Currently it is a fast local from Borivali which directly comes to Vasai. Since it was a slow local, people use to get on the train from Bhayander and Naigaon to reserve the places for their groups. Amit and a few of his group members use to get on the train from Naigaon and use to occupy the window seats. One day a boy sat on their place ahead of them. So Amit politely requested him to sit elsewhere as the compartment will get empty  before Vasai Station comes. That boy did not accept and said he would not get up from the seat. This angered amit. There was a heated arguement between the two and the fellow group members. The boy was speaking in Hindi and was uptodate wearing a white shirt, black pant and blue tie. As Vasai station was approaching Amit lost his cool and slapped the boy. Everybody was shocked. The boy started abusing them in Marathi. This group was also of Marathi people only. Amit felt sorry for that guy and told him that he didn't knew that he was Marathi and said sorry as well. The boy said that it was his b'day that day and he was going for an interview. As soon as train stopped on the Vasai platform the group members came in. Everything looked to settled that day. Nobody said a word to that boy throughout the journey that day and he sat on the same seat till Charni Road.

Two of the aged people from Amit's group used to board the train from Bhayander. The next day they saw 10-12 people looking like goons boarding the train. They also saw the same boy boarding with them. He and the others looked at the groups seats and sat down. The two elderly people knew that something is gonna happen today. Train stopped at Naigaon station and the usual passengers got on board, Amit being one them. Strangely that boy got down from the train at Naigaon station. Trains stopped and started the journey towards Vasai.

As soon as the train left the Naigaon platform, the 10-12 people suddenly came near Amit and started beating him left right and centre without uttering a word. They were beating him like anything. Two or three of them stood besides the crowd and told everyone other in the compartment not to interfere. The others who were beating Amit, started pulling him towards the door. Amit was a tough guy, well built. He came to know what there intentions were and catching hold of everything that was coming near his hands. These people were still pulling him towards the door and were successful. As soon as they reached the door, Amit grapped the pole in the door and wrapped both his hands around it as if he was hugging somebody. He knew that Vasai station was near and he should hold on for a min or so. The group tried desperately to seperate him from the pole, but Amit had hugged it very tightly. Luckily the train had reached Vasai and slowed down to change the tracks. As soon as the compartment reached the platform of Vasai, the group ran got down the train and ran away.

The people on the train rushed to Amit and saw him in blood. He had been beaten up badly and the blood was oozing from his nose, teeth, head. His clothes were soaked with blood. Just then the group members from Vasai entered and were surprised to see Amit's condition. Their leader Avinash, was told about the incidence. Avinash and few of the guys suddenly started running towards the direction in which the group had ran. They frantically searched for the people but couldn't find any.

After that incidence, this local was made fast from Borivali to Vasai.

Yeh love story hain ek gunge ladke ki aur bahiriladki ki. Dono ek dusre ke pyaar mein pagal the. Gunga jab bhi gaana gaata, bahiri ladki use sun ke pagal hoti thi aur daud ke gunge ke pass a jati thi. Ek din jab dono mile to ladki ke andhe uncle ne unhen dekh liya. Us uncle ne seedhe jake ladki ke pita ko yeh baat batayee. Uska pita jiski dono tange nahi thi, woh pagal hokar duadke apni cycle ke paas pahuncha. Usne cycle ko kick mari, car ka darwaja band kiya, truck gear mein dala aur helicopter leke us jagah pahunch jahan woh dono the.

Un dono ko ek dusre ki bahon mein dekhkar woh pagal ho gaya. Usne apni jeb se desi katta nikla, uspar teer chadhya aur rifle se fire kiya. Dono bhale us ladke ke chati mein ja kar ghuse. Bahiri ladki gunge ke cheekh sunkar betahasha rone lagi. Itne main wahan police motor cycle par aayee, ladki baap ko ambulance mein dala, aur pani ke jahaj mein baitha kar le gayee.

Udhar ladka jaise taise bach gaya aur un dono ki shaadi huyee. Dusre hi din unke yahan ladka paida huya. Woh ladka bhi janam se hi aandha, gunga aur bahara tha. Paida hote hi dayee ne uske haath aur pair todkar use loola aur langda bana diya. Agle hafte hi woh ladka dasvi ki exam mein avval number se pass hua.

Is tarah se yeh dil dehla denewali kahani sampapt hoti hain.

Have you seen the Sikh Agitation in Mumbai. I am sure you must have. The Sikhs were angry that the guards of Baba Ram Rahim killed one of their Members and went on Rampage. So angry they were that they disrupted the rail, road traffic and also disrupted the normal life in Mulund. I can understand their anger but what has this to do with normal public. These people were freely roaming on the Express Highway carrying open Swords. They were hitting the swords, stones on the running trains, not thinking once that it could injure or make person disable for the entire life.

The entire media was showcasing this agitation but none of them dared to condemn it. All were terming it as an outburst of the Sikh sentiments over the death of their community person.

Now just few days back there was similar agitation against Taslima Nasreen when she was in India. The muslims went on a rampage when she was holding a Press Conference in Hyderabad. The muslims forced the Indian Government to ask her to leave the country and our so called secular(sickular) government also did the same. Nobody in the media again tried to condemn this.

Now last year there was again a similar agitation by the Hindus in Baroda, where a student had drawn obscene pictures of Hindu Gods. All they did was asking the university to close the exhibition and oppose it. Similar agitation were done when that bas**** insane painter M F Hussain did the same thing. But this time the media coverage termed it as a fascist agination and was termed as communal.

How come. Why does the media and the socalled intellectuals see wrong when Hindus oppose anything. Why don't these people shout when the muslims and sikhs go on rampage on small little things. Why it has become a fashion to condemn Hindus and not to say a word against any other religion. I distintcly remember when the Muslims started the Mumbai Riots in 1992 it was termed as a outburst of their emotions for the fall of Babri Masjid. And when Hindus started the Gujarat Riots in 2002 it was termed as Fanatiscm, Genoside and what not.

When the accused in the Best Bakery case were let off all the so called sickular intellectuals gathered to oppose it, but when the accused of the Radhabai Chawl case were acquitted none of them came forward to oppose it.

So my dear Hindus, this has to do with the divisions we have amongst ourselves. We should unite and fight against any injustice being done to us. We should forget the castes and creeds amongst us and be Hindus only. If this continues for a while the day is not too for, that we would be treated as second class citizens in our own country.

I know that this post of mine is going to get me lot of hate mails but still I am posting it and waiting for the comments from all of you.

thanks

Today Baba Snehal Joshi is going to talk about Namasmaran or Jaap. Its nothing but taking the name of God continuously for 108 times. This process yeilds the desired results and yours truly has experienced this many a times in recent past. The name you repeat can be of any God. I take the name of Shree Ram, but it could be of any God.

Actually I learnt this from my parents, who use to continuously chant SHREE RAM JAY RAM JAY JAY RAM, whenever they get time. And the result was they seemed to happy all the time. They seemed to have perfect peace of mind all the time also in times of worries. So that prompted me to try it for me as well. Till the year 2004 I had done three jobs and all the jobs were literally third class. I was attending many interviews but to no result. Then in August 2004 I got a chance of interview in an MNC. When I was travelling from my home to the office of the co, I chanted the name of Shree Ram. The result was I got the job.

After this I continued doing this everyday. After this the problems do come but I feel that the God provides me the strength to resolve them alongwith the problems. Its just a matter of time before the problem is resolved.

So my dear friends, do try it if you are facing some problems or hardships. I am sure you will also experience this. Just think of what you want(be realistic) and then start chanting the name of the God Almighty.

Do let me know you result or let me know if you have already experienced it.

this as real life incident from my school. I was in 6th standard that time. A hindi class was going on and our sir was teaching us a story about a Pandit. At the same time a boy sitting near the window was constantly looking outside instead of paying attention to the Teacher.

Sir said 'Woh pandit bahot garib tha. Use uski biwi gali deti thi. Uske pass paisa nahi tha. Ek din woh mandir mein gaya aur dukhi ho kar bhagwaan se bola.....'

Just at that time he saw the boy looking outside and he continued with the sentence

aur dukhi hokar bhagwaan se bola, ABEY GADHE KABHI IDHAR BHI TO DHYAAN DE.

The whole class was awestruck and then we realised the joke there was uproar in the whole class.

What a great song it is.

Koi lauta de mere beete huye din,

Beete huye din woh mere pyare pal chin,

It takes you down the memory lane of your own life. Each one of us surely misses the days when we were kids, when there were no worries, no tensions. Life just seem to get up, go to school, study and play hard. Now that we are grown up, our lives have become up nothing but pressure cookers. We have all sorts of worries, tensions to eat up our head.

I personally miss my old days a lot when ever I remember them.

I miss the summer vacations, when after the exams the whole days meant play, play and play. In the morning we use to go to swimming in the river. Then come home by 9-10 have lunch and again by 12.30-1.00 we use to gather at any friends house to play VYAPAAR, SATTI LAVANI, CARROM etc. That would go on till 4.30. Again after having tea/coffee at home we use to gather in the ground at around 5.30 to play cricket. Wow, what a life it use to be.

I miss the summer vacations when I use to go to my mother's village. My three mama's were staying together and in the summer vacations we all use to go there. So it use to be a gathering of we all cousins. The 10-15 days I use to spend there were totally fun filled.

I miss my days as a bachelor, when I had taken a new home at Vasai and was staying alone. Many a times my college friends use to come over there, and we use to have dhamaal  at my flat. Teen patti, gossips, pulling legs of somebody from the group etc use to go on for around 1-2 pm in the night.

Then again, I miss my BCom days. I surely miss the group of friends at that time. We use to play cricket in the evening at a ground at after that use to stand with our vehicles at a sqare. We became notorirous as students who didn't have future and who will spend their lives at that square only. The same people who were scolding us for doing nothing and spending our lives standing at the square now look at the same group of boys with respect. As most of us have achieved a good position in the society.

I remember the days, when we as children use to enjoy the first rains. Even the parents wouldn't object us getting wet in the initial rains. We use to play football, kabbadi etc in the rains and it use to be fun.

I miss the days of Diwali, Holi, Dasera, Ganpati etc. I strongly feel that the festivals being celebrated today, has changed a lot that it was when we were children. At that time, Diwali preparations would start soon after the Vijayadashmi. Everybody would knew that the Diwali is coming. Now a days you don't get such feel even till the Dhanteras. You don't feel the same enthusiasm as well in the Ganpati and Navratri days.

As I miss the old days, I also miss the friends, whom I cannot meet now. Whenever meet it gives pleasure to discuss the good olden days.

I wish there as a Time Machine which could take back to your old days.

Date 12th July 2001

Distinctly remember that it was ASHADHI EKADASHI that day. I had a fast on that day. It had been raining for two three days continuously and it was raining cats and dogs on that day as well. The central railway was already affected. But the western line was still on. So I decided to go to office. Somehow I reached office without any delays only to know that around 80% of the staff was not going to come. By that time the rains had started heavily. At around 12 management took the decision to let go all the staff so that they can reach home safely.

I was staying at Malad, and another colleague was staying at Bandra. So we started off. My friend advised that better we eat something. So he had a vadapav and I had one lassi. I had never imagined what was instored for us. As soon as we reached the lane that we use to take for Elphistone Road station, I was awestruck. I had come to office through the same lane, filled with water upto the knee. Now after four hours the water level had rosed to neck level. Only the roofs of taxis standing the lane were visible. My friend being from Mumbai, seemed to be aware of what we had to face in next few hours.

He said better we start walking immediately so that we can reach home till evening. It was new to me. I had experienced the mumbai rains but this was the first time I was stuck between office and my home. Going back to office was also not possible because everybody had left. And Malad seemed to be next to impossible. But I decided to take a chance. Prayed lord and started. We went from west to east using the flyover near the elphistone station. After reaching East we started going towards dadar. After walking for 45 mins in water upto the thighs, we were totally exhausted. When we reached the dadar station bridge towards elphistone road, the sight we saw was mesmerizing. Only water and nothing esle was visible on the railway tracks till the eyes could see. There was water  around dadar station as well. I had no clue where to go now, as the trains were not running and I had no idea about the buses.

My colleague said don't worry we will go to his house and you can go home the next day. I agreed as I had no other options. So we started our Dandi March again. We decided to go from the west, so that we can reach bandra, after crossing mahim and matunga. If we go by east we had to go to sion first and then towards bandra. The water was upto our waist around dadar station. People around dadar station, were helping those who were coming out by giving them water, tea etc. We had tea there to keep ourselves warm. As we had been in water from around 1 hour. After that we started our journey again.

We took a right from Sena Bhavan and started walking towards Mahim. The roads were filled with people like us who had dared to go to office. Who had dared to challenge the rain gods and he was now punishing them. People were helping each other by giving ideas from where to go and where to reach so that their journey home is safer and quicker.

As we were walking I saw a bus going to Goregaon depot. That was it. I shouted to my friend that I am going and off I started running like a crazy man to catch that bus. I ran around 100 mts like an olympic race and was able to catch the bus. The bus was crowded and I was standing. My legs were paining like anything. We had walked for two hours against the water. I desperately wanted to sit and God heared my prays. Near Bandra Station, I got a seat and sat down thanking the passenger who got up. He smiled and went away.

The Bus took almost another two hours to reach goregaon depot on the link road. Normally this distance would have been covered in max 45 mins. When I reached Goregaon I thanked Lord for his blessings. From there I took an auto to Malad Somwari Bazaar and reached home at around 5.30. So atlast, after 4-5 hours my journey back home was over.

Although I had to face hardships in this experience I consider it as a good experience. I saw a totally new city during this experience. I saw people helping totally strangers. Offering them advise, water, tea etc. This was totally new for me. Not that I had any bad experiences earlier in the city, but this was something unusual. On a normal day people just overlook others and head their way. Nobody seems to help each other. People seem to be just waiting for a reason to fight with each other in local trains, on the roads. etc. This helping nature of the mumbai crowd was unknown to me till that time.

Being a Mumbaikar for last 11 years, I have seens many faces of the Mumbai Rains. Sometimes fascination, sometimes romantic, sometimes angry and some time disastorous. I have two or three very emotional memories of the mumbai rains.

I came here on 13th Aug 1997 for my higher studies. With great difficulty, panic and tensions I was able to complete my admissions in the college by 16th Aug. The college was to start on 25th Aug and I had a whole week. My father had left for the native place on 16th evening itself. I was staying at my Buwa's house. My cousin sister was bed ridden as she had polio and was operated six months ago. Actually she was the one who had strongly stood behind me that I should come to Mumbai for my higher studies.

She was not keeping well from a week or so and could not sleep the whole night. After check up from a specialist doctor we decided to admit her to the KEM on 21st Aug. In the afternoon we reached the hospital. Me, my uncle and cousin brother stayed there till the evening and then we left for our home. We were very tired and went to sleep immediately after a light dinner. Suddenly at around 2.30 in the morning I heard the door bell rining continuously. I was bit scared. My brother was still asleep. I opened the door and found the neighbour standing their. He was saying something but I was still not fully consious. I only understood that there was a phone call from hospital. By the time I reached there I had recalled everything was praying that everything is Ok. But I was wrong. My sister was no more and we had to rush to the hospital immediately. I ran towards home and told my brother about the call. We got ready and as soon as got down, we realized the trains won't be running at this time and the rains had started pouring in. Water was already logged at the New Era Square near malad station. I was praying that there are no more water blockades and we reach there in time. We took a taxi and started our journey. Luckily the roads were clear in we reached there in half an hour.

By morning we had informed everybody of the death and were waiting for the society people to come to the hospital. The rains which started somewhere in the night were pouring in like anything and disrupted the train service. The society people had started at around 4.30 in the morning but hadn't reached till 7.00. By this time me and my brother completed the hospital formalities and took the dead body in our custody. My buwa was unconsolable and was continuously crying. She was accusing the Doctors of not taking enough care of her child. Everything was totally new for me. The city, the rains, the hospital atmosphere. I was scared to hell.

After that the rains casued the problem for us at every step and we could finish all the rituals by late afternoon. That was my first encounter with the Mumbai Rain.

At last saw the movie. Sorry to say it was not upto the expectation. The first part Sarkar was too good compared to this one. This film seems to written by the Bacchhan family who wants to show their love for Maharashtra State. After all in end, only these three people are shown loyal to Maharashtra and everybody else is shown as a traitor to Maharashtra State. Let me clarify this is my personal view and I don't want any comments war on this.

The film is too slow at times and even boring in between. The main difference between the 1st and the 2nd part I feel is the villians. In the first part, the villians group was terrific, remember rashid, swami and the gang. This time they haven't laid any emphasis on this part and the group of villians seems to a bunch of jokers. Sayaji Shinde, Dilip Prabhawalkar, etc are literally wasted with just a few scenes to their names.

All said and done, this one is worth a watch one time.