What it takes to be an Indian

I remember my old schooldays when an honest IAS officer in our district was matter of discussion because he was the person who made our govt. school run better than any private one at that time.My father always says that an IAS officer can do anything good or bad he wants to do in his district.since then I am dreaming of being an "honest"IAS officer .
but today when I know all these things one day one of my IES friend answered me that he will prefer to involve in corruption when his wife will demand for Diamond jewellery ( I was really socked to listen this).Is personal demands and diamond more important than our honesty and country?

At the one side I came to know about the officers turning karorpati in one night and on the other side officers being misbehaved, transferred, threatened, murdered because of their work with honesty.
In fact everyone is responsible for today's condition...the whole system is paralyzed by corruption..we all greedy people, our respected officers,our elected leaders( they shouldn't be mentioned here..their name comes automatically ).all of us want money and power at any cost(and now paying it very heavily).

yes..this is the time ... IAS and IPS officers should stop doing wrong with their job, people and their very own nation ..stop being servant of so called politicians..be like Durga and Khemka ji. and to stop the politicians, who are thinking themselves as lord ,king, dabang or something like that and doing whatever they want to the honest officers ,there should be a committee for civil service supervising suspensions, transfers and promotions of officials in India and the whole process should be in hands of the Union Public Service Commission (UPSC) .

Strong rules should be there for politicians candidature and suspension also (why not they r 
ruling our country and if well qualified and eligible officers can be suspended then why the junks shouldn't..now people of India wants right to reject also)...most important we should use our votes and choose our leaders very carefully...what the educated working people are doing rarely..for most of them voter ID card is identification document only ..but they can talk endlessly on any of political matters.


Whatever wrong has been happened in past ...its total waste of time to sit and count them and abuse someone responsible for that.. we r doing it by 6 decades ...at least now we should wake up... not to repeat it again in future...should start using our rights to have our rights at the right time.



# Priyanka Usha

a journey in ladies compartment

That day I was coming from a long journey..was very tired..because its difficult to travel having waiting ticket (and getting confirm ticket when you need it is impossible).now it was time to travel in local passenger train..
because till the morning  there was not a single train available other than that,seeing the crowd on the platform, we knew that it was going to be a big fight in getting sheets.RUN RUN RUN...request someone for little space.NO..OK..AGAIN RUN RUN RUN...it was marathon...ohhh finally we succeed.was feeling like a winner..ohh great it was last and ladies compartment of that train...i am at right place...closed  my eyes and had a deep breath...
reopened my  eyes and had a look ...not a single person can adjust there more than that...MEN sitting on the berths..BOYS on the racks crossing there legs..just above my head.we were total four or five ladies and girls there.
train was about to start..police came and peeped through the window...i was thinking of some miracle ..but waste..see they are gone. okkk..i'll adjust..i told the boys sitting above my head to fold their legs so that i could sit properly...answer no..they cant because they r wearing jeans..wooo..alright... why somebody is playing music so loudly?please listen using headphones..i am having sever headache...again answer is same the big NO...why he will not play the music..train is not only yours...the old man supports the boy telling me that i have occupied the sheet and not allowing a children(who was in his mom's lap)...enough man...lastly i loose my control...this is ladies compartment.. and u r comfortably sitting and shouting at me to leave the sheets...keep ur mouth shut ...or leave ur sheet..u have no right to be here...wow ladies and some good men there supported me...suddenly a lady in front of me was not feeling well..she was a heart patient..coudn't bear the loud music and the sever heat + suffocation..her condition was really not good...giving her water somehow i managed to get her fresh air at window...now she was OK.
now every one was in peace mode...giving lectures to each other...talking to unknowns like they r relatives by birth...the boy above my head was also sitting properly...the sun was going down...the red-yellow light was peeping through the window... train was in its full speed.whole compartment was feeling sleepy.the next stoppage came and a crowd entered ...only noise everywhere..people fighting..boys climbing on the racks...playing loud music...men trying to get a little space for their ladies... hmm ..i was waiting for my stoppage ..still which was far far away...

सलाम है ऐसे इंसान को..उसके चाहत और जज्बे को

वो कोशिश तो कर रहा है...इस समाज से,अपने परिस्थितियों से लड़ने की कोशिश...कठिनाईयो को झुठलाते हुए आगे बढ़ने कुछ करने की कोशिश| जो चाहत उसमे है बड़ी मुस्किल से होती है| शराबी बाप सब पी गया...माँ भी अकेला छोड़ दुनिया से चली गयी...और वो है की हार मानने को तैयार ही नहीं| शराब के लिए पैसे कम पड़ गए तो स्कूल छोड़ना पड़ा,बाप ने कहा पैसे ला के दे और मजदूरी करने भेज दिया...लकिन उसका दिल तो कही और ही लगा है| वापस आया अपने घर और कुछ बच्चो को पढाना शुरू किया... लकिन इतनी कमाई काफी नहीं ...मरता क्या न करता..मजदूरी भी करता है| सो एक दिन मेरे यहाँ भी आ गया मजदूर बनकर...मेरे पिताजी शिक्षक है और मिलनसार भी..स्वाभाविक है उन्होंने पूछ लिया कितना पढ़े हो भाई? पता चला पिताजी के स्कूल से ही उसने नवीं कक्षा तक पढ़ा है| मज़बूरी क्या नही करवाती है..लेकिन वो फिर से पढना चाहता है,अच्छा आदमी बनना चाहता है पिताजी की भी कोशिश है कि वो फिर से अपनी पढाई अच्छे से पूरी कर सके|

वो कोई भी है लकिन अब जब मै उसे देखती हूँ लगता है मुझे तो सब कुछ मिला है,फिर भी मेरी सारी मेहनत उसके सामने फीकी है ...

my first day of blogging

what to write...think think think...ohhh god yessss...i have so many things to write...but where to start?
okkkk..let me start here..hmmm...lets talk about social issues...about ourselves, our family, friends.. society ... and country...being a girl in middle class family in a small town.. i am facing the facts of India....The real India ...and want to share my views..my opinion...wait its going to be serial blast on my blog ..one after another