"Kiski Mumbai .......... Mr. Thackrey ? "

While gulping down the coffee yesterday evening i was wondering what would have had been the plight of Britishers if Mr. Raj Thackrey would have been in power during pre-indepence era. Well one thing is for sure they would have certainly left out Mumbai ,if not India, much earlier than they actually did........

And why not ? Till the time we have such a 'great visionary' like Mr. Thackrey everything is possible......

Letter to him (psst......)

Mr. Thackrey i fully support what you are doing. So what if it could actually snowball into a very serious issue. So what if it could actually break India into 28 separate Indias. So what if it could cause widespread riots, sanguinary battles, political tussles. So what if lakhs of people lose their lives in such riots. Your resolve is the foremost and is much more important !!!!

Sir i want to ask you a few questions....( Thanks to the RTI act)

Why are you doing this ? Aren't Mumbaikars living in other parts of India ? Or isn't Non- Maharashtrians (who are residing in Mumbai) paying the taxes? Aren't they contributing to the development of the City by paying the taxes?

Sir when we treat every religion as 1 .... Then why cant we perceive every person as Indian...

Sir there are many more important issues concerning the nation......My humble request to you is please don't push this issue further...... It could actually turn out to be our nemesis..... India's nemesis......

And if you are bent upon showing your clout......then why don't you shout the slogan.....
' Save Yamuna' or 'Save Ganga' . Given your amazing leadership and management qualities, i am sure you would be able to actually purge out all the effluents from Yamuna or Ganga.........

Thank you....
Yours Truly
Indian

Tête-à-tête with Tipri

I along with my 7 friends went to Tipri, near Tehri to attend the wedding of our friend’s relative. His native village is Tipri. Tipri, a veritable microcosm of rural India, nestled along the Tehri Dam and precariously situated on the mountains. Enshrouded by the mountains it exudes panache and is a nature lover’s delight It is also an ambient place for those city-dwellers who are enervated by the drudgery of their lives. It faces the reservoir, purportedly touted as the India’s largest man-made lake.

When we reached over there at the friend’s house, we received a warm welcome despite of missing up the soiree. Then we were ushered to a room where we were introduced to many of his relatives. Some of them blessed us and tousled our hair. After finishing the sumptuous food we pranced on some Garhwali songs.

Next day, we attended the marriage, a quintessential Garhwali marriage. It offered all the mirth of a city marriage and yet conformed to the indigenous traditions. Next day we ambled out of the house and drove away leaving behind lachrymose faces and tear-filled eyes looking in our direction. In a nutshell, it was a great, salubrious journey. And the most remarkable thing about Tipri is that the artificiality of city life hasn’t percolated down there as yet.