SUVISO

As I was crossing a street in some part of Jalgaon, I came across a little book shop. It was a like a typical Indian tapri. To be clear it indeed was a  tapri . The old man, the owner of that shop, evidently had to sustain by selling cigarettes, paanmasalas ,  gutkas and similar stuff. Presumably he couldn't sustain himself by selling only the books. And the books too, which no one reads anymore. I stopped to have a look. English Classics interested me more than anything else. Sadly they were the most torn out pieces amongst the whole) entire bunch. My eyes smiled after detecting George Eliot, Henry James, Thackeray and alike. What suprised me the most however was the fact that how passionate the old man was while showing and talking about his books. Particularly when I said he had very good bunch of classic books. He grew more and more passionate as I was looking for everything in his little tapri . And he knew each and every book and could discern what each particular book ...

Ambedkar The dream of Ambedkar he had conceived still remains unrealized. This is not the country of his imagination. His fears have come true. This is nowhere a society he envisaged. Today on his birth anniversary, people remember him just as someone who drafted our constitution. Others remember him for reservations. Specific part of society hate him for that particular reason. But mostly people seem to come to an understanding of his undisputed contributions. His figure have survived in people's minds, his ideals however are long dead. Today is his birth anniversary. I am sitting here on the terrace of my house. Its almost midnight. 'His' people are celebrating. With sounds of loudspeakers, and DJs, 'They' are dancing joyously. It seems a special day for them, evidently no less than a festival. His figure is godlike. A figure of saviour which saved them. The air is filled with dreadful irony. He would have abhorred the idea of people making him a God. He also woul...