News and views emerging from an AGM (All-Gods-Meeting) indicates serious physical and emotional trauma and injury to Mahavir, Buddha, Ram, Rahim, Christ and all members of the August body, who have been continuously desecrated, abused and tortured by their own children in the name of “religion” - a concept that the AGM has been unable to decipher, yet. Insiders inform that the status quo on AGM being unable to decode the meaning of “religion” is likely to continue until eternity, and hence all have been advised to adopt the common preaching of love, respect, compassion and peace, failing which, Maa Earth has been granted the authority to firmly “Hila maya” of the children, without any bias towards religion or their status based on the Rich(t)er or poor pray-scale!

Ne Pal, 7.9 will appear frail, when nature’s on a sail to sur-Mount an Everest rich(t)er scale.

Prying time? can they make it mandatory to promote Hockey, Kho-Kho, Kabaddi, Wrestling & football on par with Cricket!

Whatever happened to Thy Choice? Anyway, Deepika Paado Kam :-)

In a land far scarred away, laws were arranged and verdicts deranged. While those elected-to-power always relaxed, their subjects toiled and taxed. Life expectancy of women and children declined drastically owing to an incurable and widespread endemic raging far and wide from the suburban streets of Bandra to (B)east Delhi; all this while, the law was doctored to take its own course. Women were commoditized and perishable. Sometimes in the screw spirit of aesthetics by those who claimed to be Men; on all other occasions, owing to the commoditization agreed upon their own accord. A story began to invent itself in the land. Far scarred away.

I see Her. Here. There. Everywhere. she manifests herself in many forms. she is longed for in the wailings of a newborn baby. she exudes beauty of a bride. she lives in the simplicity of thoughts. she resides in the purity of virtue. she nurtures with the strength of Nature. she spreads radiance like the sun. In a remote village. In a small town. City. One household. All square meals. Every day. Bags on both the shoulders laden with all the essentials. A couple more tightly clenched in her fists. she never fails to smile even after having traversed many an extra mile. she doesn't blink an eye even if she turns from 'I' to 'i'. It’s time she is accorded the respect that She rightly deserves. Mother. Wife. Daughter. Sister. Friend. Colleague. We, men it owe all to YOU. men. Here. There. Everywhere.

I see Her. Here. There. Everywhere. she manifests herself in many forms. she is longed for in the wailings of a newborn baby. she exudes beauty of a bride. she lives in the simplicity of thoughts. she resides in the purity of virtue. she nurtures with the strength of Nature. she spreads radiance like the sun. In a remote village. In a small town. City. One household. All square meals. Every day. Bags on both the shoulders laden with all the essentials. A couple more tightly clenched in her fists. she never fails to smile even after having traversed many an extra mile. she doesn't blink an eye even if she turns from 'I' to 'i'. It’s time she is accorded the respect that She rightly deserves. Mother. Wife. Daughter. Sister. Friend. Colleague. We, men it owe all to YOU. men. Here. There. Everywhere.