Could it be a real look?

This one is a caricature showing our Prime Minister, Manmohan Singh, with bangles in his hands, pasted on my facebook wall by a friend of mine, Anjali Agrawal, containing the lines from a film reading as:

“Merey haathon mein nau nau churiyan hain, zara thahro sajan majburiyan hain”

With all probability, there are chances that by the time this post reaches the readers, the picture so shown shall become the victim of censor leaving the space as blank, as it happened with the original picture. If it remains like it looks, well and good. It’s a different matter that right to speak or right to express oneself is curbed through censor, but the inference that can be drawn through the picture is an age old way of people, particularly as from  the ladies, to express an anguish. In olden days, if there was some king who failed to protect his people and surrendered, the women folk, and also the men, teased him with the reference of bangles. The people told the kind why not he should wear the bangles and hide himself in the palace like women could do. What happened on the borders where two subedars were callously killed beheading one of them in the hands of the Pakistan army, is known to all, and for days together our Prime Minister kept mum. He spoke out his mind only after the reactions were there on the issue from all over the world, and that too in a meek tone and tenor.

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Mother -Her sacrifice !

The only son a mother had was a vagabond. He was in love with a girl. The girl wanted him to prove that he really loved her and the proof she prescribed was a full jug of blood from her heart. The son felt shaken on such a demand but lustily could’nt resist the temptation of satisfying his girlfriend. He agreed. Stabed his mother. Tookout the blood pouring it to the brimming point of the jug. Ranaway to the destination to meet the girl. He stumbled time and again every time finding it difficult to recover. At this stage he felt like his mother was calling –it was the voice of his mother coming out of the jug. The message he could hear was -‘Don’t feel frightened my son, be courageous, fulfill the task you have so undertaken and satisfy your girlfriend. I am your mother after all and can easily compromise my life to see you happy. Be happy my son’.

The Bird that killed herself for others!

A serious doubt started lurking in the minds of the people including brother of Lord Buddha himself about his credentials and bonafides as a saint Divine after he returned on attaining enlightenment –the reason being his soft corner for a woman –none else but Amrapalli, the one who had no parallel in beauty but was forced by the then elder men in the society to lead the life of a prostitute.Her request to Lord Buddha to visit her palatial house was affirmatively nodded by him and this caused all hue and cry.Buddha,the Enlightened, addressed them and storm of suspicion was visible no where after he,who was by then recognized by everyone as the one capable of seeing the past,the present,the future,narrated about what Amrapalli was in her earlier birth as a bird and that she was the serenemost a person with noblest soul on earth.This was the bird that got perished trying to save others.Her physical apparel could be any thing but in her actions and thoughts she is the one thoroughly chaste and pure concerned always for others.

A miniatured version of the story runs like this:

One of the creatures in a dense forest with a river flowing in the midst of it was a tiny bird.Drought occurred with famine of high magnitude.Fire brokeout engulfing all. Total inhabitation was at a collapsing point with dwellers running helter skelter to save their children against fire which nearly engulfed them leaving no time gap for them to escape.Nothing was there and the fire was assuming aggressively aggravating proportions set to devour the entire forest. The bird started dropping herself into water in the river flying back fully drenched to the top of the trees fluttering her wings and squeezing water therefrom to soften the flames. The God of rains Lord Indra laughted at her calling her action as ridiculous pointing out how silly it was on her part to show audacity against mighty flames. Reply of the bird was ‘you and the other Gods have the capacity to play any havoc or if it so pleases you you can equally remedy it by causing rains but since you care damn for others on earth you would’nt do it. I as one have to continue my efforts to do whatever little I can till the last breath of my life’. In the process the poor bird accepted being reduced to ashes.