The weather is cold in the Himalayan terrains of Siachen. The weather is very humid in the plains of Rann of Kutch. The weather remains highly uncertain in the mountains of Arunachal. Why? Because, Nawaz Jinping and Xi Sharif want a slice of every thing that does not belong to them. Why? Because, the Pakistani dragon and Chinese ISI want them to do so. Why? Because, the South China Sea is deep, and the mountainous terrains of Balochistan and Afghanistan are treacherous and unsurmountable. Why? Because, Osama lived long in those mountains. Long? Why? Because, he applied for a Chinese visa on Pakistani passport that was rejected. Why? Because, he missed his appointment at the local passport kendra. Why? Because, he mistook a flight to America’s World Trade Centre instead. Now? Now he is dead. And what about the weather in Siachen, Kutch and Arunachal? Heavy thundershowers and lightening expected. In Kashmir.

Jaani, what's the difference between 1947 and 2016? Indians wanted Whites to Quit their country, then. H1-B, Green Card aur immigration ki kasam, Indians want to Quit their own country, now! And on occasions, when Indians are forced out of foreign land, there's an Air India, Twitter, tweet and a Sushma who is virtually so sweet 😂

Maa, is it such a coincidence that Independence Day and Raksha Bandhan are cause for celebrations in the same week? I get it Maa; after all, sometimes life's big messages lay hidden in small "coincidences". Bande, Mata Ram ek hain and both are worthy of equal respect. Samjha kya, bhidu?

One life. One family. One love. One time. One, just one;
I owe it all to them, for all that they’ve done.
A time when the Nation was beyond all desire,
bravery faced bullets, and stories of virtuous queens raged like burning pyre.
Men, women, children who gave it all, in the face of a Raj that stood strong and tall....
They were tortured and tormented, and threatened so Dyre,
it appeared that the sun would never set on the empire.
Yet, they fought, weathered the onslaught and brought the invincible to a naught.
One life. One family. One love. One time. One, just one;
They gave it all for me; but see, O see, what have I done.

There's something about G. G comes after F. G for God. G for Gandhiji, Gun and Godse. G for Rahul G, Sonia G, Priyanka G; all in a spectrum of 3G, sharing common wealth from CWG, at speeds of 4G, and protected by NSG. G for GDP and GST; aur kuch pataa nahin ji. And then, there's G in Uddhavji, Modiji, Jaitleyji, Sushmaji, Sheilaji, Jayaji, Mayaji, Yadavji, Rajnathji and Arvindji; sab mile hue hain ji. In office, G as in sirjee, at home G in veggie, in the train, kahaan se aaye ho ji, and in the temple, kyon Bhagwanji, main hi kyon ji? By the way, will India win G for Gold at the Olympics? Yes? When? Tomorrow? Today? Ya phir jab bhi Shobhaa De?

Notwithstanding the numerous challenges and umpteen struggles that Bombay offers, I feel really blessed and privileged for having been born here, and owe it to my elders who made it their Home, millennia ago. Bombay is in close proximity to the Western Ghats, a fast depleting forest cover, and home to hundreds of species of animals and birds; some local, a few migrants (rings a bell?!) I am an avid driving enthusiast. Long drives appeal to me. Cars and bikes, alike. Midst the... scenic landscapes and majestic hills of the Sahyadris, traverse many a highway, including Bombay-Goa, where a major portion of a British-era bridge collapsed in the Savitri river, recently. The bridge needed urgent repairs, yet repeat warnings since the last 4 years were ignored. None cared. And then, when it collapsed, a number of vehicles, including a couple State Transport buses went down. Rescue operations are ON. Mahabaleshwar and surrounding hill stations have been shut down. A few lakh rupee compensation has been announced. Not sure, if a few lakhs (or even crores!) can reimburse loss of human life and the scars they leave behind. I want to drive down the scenic Bombay-Goa highway. And the last thing on my mind is monetary compensation. Or twitter condolences. Fadnavis Sahab?

My name is Sagar. I live in Thane. Thane is in Maharashtra where Thackeray is an English surname, the barren surface of Vidarbha is from Venus, and Marathwada ain’t the quintessential Mumbai. Maharashtra is in India. India is my country. All Indians who chant NaMo RaGa are my brothers (subject to review every 5 years). I am unable to see my own sisters in Indian women, yet. Hence, hashtag “Nirbhaya” is a growing trend in my country, even within a mile radius of Supreme Lord Narendra’s abode. I love my country; this year, I am loving it even more, until 15 August, an extended weekend holiday. I am proud of India’s rich and varied cultural heritage and shall strive to be worthy of it, even after immigrating to America. I was not Born in the USA; I can migrate there, at least? I support Hillary Trump and Donald Clinton. I admire the Statue of Liberty more than the Statue of Unity, since Vallabhbhai shares his surname with Hardik and Anandiben. By the way, how old is Uncle Sam? Was he a vegetarian with a 56-inch chest? And a PM, too? No? Yes? The first PM born in post-Independence India? Er, America? Haha!