पैसा पैसा करती है***क्यों पैसे पे ये मरती है?

पैसा पैसा करती है***क्यों पैसे पे ये मरती है?

WRITINGDOLL·FRIDAY, 16 DECEMBER 20163 reads

बेंकों में पैसा नहीं है। ए॰टी॰एम॰ पर लम्बी लम्बी क़तारें हैं। कल SBI की बड़ी ब्रांच में १०० से अधिक लोग लाइन में लगे थे और शटर डाउन कर दिया गया। लोग चिल्लाने लगे। जनता का ग़ुस्सा जायज़ है। कुछ लोग पिछले गेट पर चिल्ला रहे थे। मैंने अपने होम लोन की आख़िरी किश्त देनी थी, हाथ में कैश नहीं था, बैंक के पास डिजिटल इंटर्फ़ेस नहीं था, स्वाइप मशीन नहीं थी, और तो और, प्रश्नों के उत्तर नहीं थे। ग़ुस्सा तो बोहोत आया पर मोदी पर नहीं। अकेले प्रधानमंत्री मोदी क्या कर सकता है। उनका इरादा नेक है तभी तो इतना काला धन बाहर आया है। watsapp पे चुटकले और मज़ाक़ की भरमार है। एक साथ कितने ही नए इकानमिस्ट, अर्थशास्त्री पैदा हो गए हैं। मैं एक साधारण इंसान हूँ। कुछ कोमोन सेन्स की बातें लिख रही हूँ।

देश में तीन प्रतिशत लोग ही इंकम टैक्स भरते हैं जिसका मतलब है कि बाक़ी लोगों की आमदनी २,५०,००० रूपेय से कम है। यानी बायीस हज़ार प्रति माह से भी कम। तो लाइन में हर रोज़ कौन लोग हैं और किसका पैसा निकलवा रहें हैं? यह सच में सोचने वाली बात है। बिल तो ATM कॉर्ड से भी चुकता कर सकतें हैं। तो इतनी मारामारी क्यों है? कुछ लोग अनजान हो सकते है पर इतने सारे स्मार्ट फ़ोन वाले लोग नहीं।

बैंक का काम, इस नेक काम को ईमानदारी से करना था पर वो तो “बिल्ली के ज़िम्मे दूध” वाली कहावत सच कर गए। सारे नहीं पर बोहोत से बैंक कर्मचारी तो हवाला और काले धन के दलाल निकले। काले धन की दलाली में अपना मुँह काला करने से भी नहीं डरे। यह नहीं कि पैसा नहीं था, पैसा था पर चोरों ने मिलीभगत से काले धन के ठेकेदारों को पहुँचा दिया। आम आदमी हाय हाय करता रह गया। इसमें अकेला मोदी क्या कर सकता था?

मैं नहीं जानती कि देश द्रोह की परिभाषा क्या है पर यह जानती हूँ की देश का अहित सोचने वाला ही देश द्रोही है। सारे चोर और बैंक कर्मचारी जो काले धन की दलाली कर रहें है देश द्रोही हैं और इनको कड़ी से कड़ी सज़ा दी जानी चाहिए। इनको नौकरी से बर्खास्त कर जेल में डालना चाहिए। जिनके पास भी काला धन है उन्हें भी धन छीन कर सलाखों के पीछे डालना चाहिए।

इन दिनों मैं भी बहुत लोगों से मिली हूँ और बात करी है। सबसे ज़्यादा तकलीफ़ उनको है जिन्होंने कभी टैक्स नहीं दिया, इंकम का हिसाब नहीं रखा, शराफ़त से काम नहीं किया। आम आदमी भी अगर परेशान है तो उसे परेशानी मोदी की पॉलिसी से नहीं बैंक के लालची बंदरों की वजह से है।

जितना धन हर रोज़ पकड़ा जा रहा है उस से पता चलता है कि पैसे की कमी नहीं है। ख़ास करके २००० के नए नोट भी,,,, अगर यह नोट ATM पर मिलते रहते तो इतनी हाय तौबा ना मचती।

विपक्ष के दल और दूसरे राजनेता जो भी इस नोटेबंदी का विरोध करते हैं या आम आदमी का हितैषी बनते है वो सबसे बड़े चोर हैं। उनको आम आदमी की चिंता नहीं बल्कि अपनी पूँजी हाथ से निकल जाने की चिंता है। आने वाले दिनों में बहोत कुछ बदलने वाला है। चोर भयभीत हैं और आनन फ़ानन में जुर्म पे जुर्म करते जा रहें है।

एक ईमानदार हिंदुस्तानी को डरने की कोई ज़रूरत नहीं है। देश को इस वक़्त हिम्मत और धैर्य की आहुति चाहिए। अगर इस वक़्त हम ने मोदी का साथ नहीं दिया तो चोरों को टक्कर देने वाला पैदा ही नहीं होगा। !!

मैं छोटी मोटी परेशानी झेल कर अपने भारत को संवरता देखना चाहती हूँ। देशभूमि में चल रहे इस महायज्ञ में मेरी यही आहुति है।

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Neem Hakim...well yes!!

Have a look at this picture.... These are Neem leaves put to dry in my living room..

Neem Leaves in my Drawing room...

Have a good look at these pictures and then read this very interesting blog post. I dry Neem leaves every two three years and keep in my boxes, cupboards etc. Oh yes, I belong to some old era and I trust the knowledge I received from my grandmother. Few years back I had moved to Bombay and one of my cartons which had some Soybeans,  snowwhite Rajmah and red Moong from Kashmir had got misplaced.  I located that carton two years later when I moved places again and when I opened it I expected everything to be rotten but to my surprise everything was fine and eventually I used it too. I think that was because I had put dried Neem leaves in all of them. Now that kind of made me a Neem lover. I have made Neem packs for boxes, edible items, shoe racks, cupboards, book shelves, bathrooms...well just about everywhere. I even put it under my matteresses... crazy? Wait till I tell you more.

We have a dog at home and the finicky me is disgusted with dog hair on the rugs and carpets. For the past two months she had some skin rash too.  Medicated shampoos, powders, tablets, de-worming, ointments...doctors kept writing prescriptions n we tried all. Then one day I searched the net for 4 hours to find some homeopathy or alternative medications for this poor being who was so restless and itchy that she was biting into herself. No, there were no fleas but a few ticks every day after the walk would emerge. Ticks was not the real problem. I read about home remedies for doggie problems. I included garlic pods in her khichdi. Tried applying some coconut oil and vinegar solutions and blah blah... (you can find more...) But this blog post is not about it. Then I thought of Neem...my wonder drug. I said why not?

We managed to get Neem leaves and boiled them and cooled them and bathed our dog. I do not think it made any noticeable difference but one day while I was chewing on a twig I thought about how good it is for teeth and skin (when I swallowed the bitter juice) I wondered if my dog will drink the bitter Neem water. We boiled and made a decoction, cooled and gave our dog with some curd. She finished it in one go (because of the curd). For the past fifteen days she is being given Neem water with two spoons of curd early morning and evening. Within first week her bowel improved. Her skin rash is cured. Her skin tone is becoming normal. Her hairfall has miraculously stopped. STOPPED. I still can not believe it. That to us is an achievement. This was an experiment we had carried and not with any bad intention. After all people have safi (also Neem extract). My dog now does not itch and sleeps peacefully. Someone who has been getting Neem for me has gone crazy and had brought in load of it to dry and swears that he will fill his home with Neem too.

There was Neem all over in my house for the last few days. My daughter was having a bad cold and cough just before that. Within two days her cold was gone and suddenly her cough too had vanished. Was it the smell and the aroma of Neem leaves in my house? I really do not know but I can logically think of only that to be the reason.

Friends, I do not have cockroaches or any such insects in my house. Is it also Neem, I do not know. Possibly yes because I do not use sprays or chemicals or Naphthalene balls in my house.

Well, that is the story. There are Neem trees everywhere. Be grateful to God for giving us such wonderful plants and yes take only the twigs but never harm a Neem tree.

Plant more Neem trees and share this story with everyone you know.

Mummy Oh Mummy

I sometimes want to start a parenting blog. Not that I am an authority but yes I try my best to keep learning good parenting tricks. Now both my daughters have entered teens and grown taller than I am. Nether the carrot nor the stick is working any more. My hair is greying at a faster pace than ever before. My days are action packed as both my girls are trained in martial arts and keep fighting whole day. These are tough times for me. Sometimes I feel envious of their father who goes to office, plays golf, squash and watches movies in peace because he is posted in the field area away from us. Ironically, I am the one living at a peace station and yet I am in the middle of a battlefield every day. I no longer qualify for a referee position also. All my rules, tricks seem obsolete and expired. So I reach out for online help to deal with cranky cats. Its tough...I do not know if all girls are like that. Moody, cranky, lazybones.

Its tough being a mother and tougher being a good mother. No, I am not complaining. Its fun being with my daughters. They have taught me many things about life. Sometimes their understanding of life and relationships surprises me. Those positive sparks make me hopeful that they will surely turn beautiful human beings. I do not know what career choices will they make but I am sure what ever they choose to do in life, they will do it beautifully as good individuals.

Emo....tional

My younger daughter visited Ashadaan and was so moved by the plight of women staying there. Some were abandoned by their own children and families, some were deformed and diseased. While she spoke about them my eyes welled up. My elder daughter said, "I know it is very sad but I don't cry the way you do... I am not emo.... I do not know why" I said," Because you are from the 'E M O' generation and me from the E M O T I O NA L one... your TIONAL is missing".

That was in lighter vein of course but come to think of it I actually see a change in the youngsters and I wonder 'Are they mentally stronger?' or is it that the over exposure to too much emotion has desensitized them lowering their EQ? Our sensitivity is whatt shapes the societies and that defines the cultural changes in any environment. Well I do not know. It was a quickie thought I wanted to share and ask your opinion about.

DhongiBaba.com

Mumbai locals...our life line..our tried tested way to get anywhere on time..almost a second home to millions who spend at least 4 hours on these trains everyday. In the coaches marked with posters.. fresh, torn, scratched, removed. Have you spared a moment to ask..What is this? Why is this? Who is doing it? Do you like it? Does it mean anything to you? Take a quick look at the following pictures and answer some questions. It has been bothering me for many years. Now that Modi ji has started #swacchh Bharat Abhyaan...these questions may seem relevant to many of us. Together we may find a solution and get things corrected.

Unorganized Advertising.. Is it Free?

This is how Mumbai Locals look inside..

Most trains have these advertisements pasted with glue. At places these are scratched out leaving dirty glue marks.  Most of these advertisements are placed randomly and just about anywhere. So perhaps these are unorganized ads pasted by the night operators during the rest hours at night. I can not fathom Railways getting paid for littering the trains. This is a public property and even Railway authorities have no right to spoil it. The trains appear ugly inside and railway authorities are accountable.

Dirtiest and sickest advertisements in Mumbai locals

I asked some people in the trains that do they read these advertisements. College students and working girls said "NO".. They said they have seen it but they ignore these. Do they like it? "No"  But no one seems to bother about it. Why these are there in the first place?

If Railways are getting revenue from these regressive, sick ads.. do they also get compensation for spoiling the seating with glue (possibly a rotten quality, that leaves ugly repulsive marks on seats)

                                            Sabhi samasyaon ka hal ya  sab se badi samasya..??

 

Sabhi jagah se nirash mata-bahne ek bar avashya phone karein...

What the heck?

In the following poster and in many others I have noticed that women are specifically the targets in these posters.  That is why these posters are on seats, sides, ceiling, backrests ...just about everywhere in the ladies compartments of local trains. Do women in particular pay heed to this? One elderly lady said that yes she had once called these numbers but no one picked up the phone. So, these ads are directed at gullible women. If one notices carefully, these ads are probably of one and the same baba or a gang of babas. Now the questions which arise are..

1. How are these permitted?  These are regressive, sexist ads directed at gullible people.
2. Can't railways provide the same space.. (so much of it) to regular advertisers and revenue generated could be used for the betterment of the commuters?
3. Is it so difficult to nab these people and punish them? Their addresses and phone numbers can be used to locate them and fine could be collected per poster for damaging the public property and for displaying illegal ads.
4. If these are paid ads then railway authorities should be asked.. is it how they are ruining the public transport? Couldn't there be a better way and better advertisements?

Think about it. Share it... Broadcast it. Take it from here and lets get to travel in some decent looking trains and not some filthy coaches with stupid posters of these Dhongi tantrik babas.. We owe it to the society. If anyone can tell me the way to go.. we will take it to the concerned authorities.

No Cable TV, no Newspaper

"Essentialism isn’t about doing more things it’s about doing more of the right things. It means it means saying no to many good things so we can say yes to a few great things. It is a disciplined pursuit of what really matters. It is hard; it is worth it.... "

Found this in an article posted by my friend Jyoti. Well, this is an answer to why I had stopped my everyday newspaper and why I do not have a cable connection at home for the last three years. Newspaper is a luxury on Sundays and internet gets me my quick byte of news on twitter n others and at my pace n requirement. I have time to revisit my poetry and other creative writing. I begin my day with yoga.

My younger daughter gets her student edition which is crisp and precise and witin the limits of decency and sows the right seeds in a young fertile mind. Are we missing out something?  May be not. My daughters are voracious readers, have developed a good bond with encyclopedias and draw in their leisure time.. They have ample time to talk to one another, giggle, hug, roll and fight as well which most people don't do these days. Together we have lots of time to spend with each other.

I have lesser raddi at home.

The only purpose in life is Happiness..

It takes a lot of introspection and knowledge to understand ourselves. This whole journey of life is about getting to know ourselves and our purpose of life. In fact in simple words the purpose is to be "Happy". Think about it, whatever we do, we seek happiness in it. We want to be happy. We do things which give us happiness...however transient. Somewhere in life we lose a track of that purpose of 'happiness' and make other non-issues our priority and everything goes haywire.

If we focus on one simple value "happiness", we will understand that we can not be happy all by ourselves. For me to be be happy it is very important that my children are happy, my family is happy, my extended family is happy,  my friends are happy,  my helpers are happy,  my neighbors are happy, people in my extended circle are happy, my coworkers and colleagues are happy, the people I meet, see, interact or do not interact are happy and so on... Its an endless chain. Otherwise how can a stranger abusing on the road make you unhappy? How can an air-crash miles away leave you with tinge of sorrow? How can a simple news of people dying of hunger leave you so perturbed? But it does happen. Focus back on 'Happiness'. Be aware that Happiness is the key.. so I begin first to keep my kids happy, my family happy, my extended family happy, my friends happy, my helpers happy... and down to the chain, in my every interaction in this world. Its not very easy. You have to keep reminding yourself.

Had a very good session with X class students today morning and I realized one thing that most of us have been brought up on, which is a very wrong premise, is,"There is a cut throat competition, you have to work hard and prove yourself. Somewhere also conveying to be discreet and not share knowledge because "YOU" have to be the best, no matter what." Always trying hard to look the best and trying hard to get the highest marks itself takes away a big chunk of happiness away. No wonder today studies is seen a burden and not some kind of learning to make one happy. I wish we were encouraging children to imbibe knowledge and evolve as happy human beings. All other values are complimentary. If we focus on creating HAPPINESS around us, we will have happiness inside us.

Now coming back to that bit of wisdom that dawned upon me, if we focus on only 'being HAPPY' we will work towards making others also happy and in the process every one will grow with lesser or may be no insecurity. If Bhutan can work on Gross National Happiness, so can we.

I am working towards it. I do stumble, fall n fail but its a constant process of learning to be happy... which is ensuring that I try to be happy by helping others to be happy.. :)

Look a gift horse in the mouth....have to!!

Got yet another gift from someone who did not need it or like it. I have received such unwanted gifts all my life from friends and my immediate family, including my husband. Then they complain "Oh, you don't use it?" Now just because I come across as a simple person with simple tastes does not mean I will appreciate every s**t that is passed on as gift to me. I think so much about and before buying a gift for someone. And these people they never spare a thought. I think, I have never said it but its about time I have to say....."PLEASE DON'T PASS ON THAT F**KING ***T TO ME, I AM BETTER WITHOUT YOUR GIFTS"...

There is a list of things which I hated the time I got them. Like the clothes you get on marriages of relatives. Isssshhh.. Like the brown and maroon and dark orange colour suit pieces I got.. and handed over to maids ASAP. Or the garish synthetic sarees I received as a token of bloody love. I passed on that love to the needy n deserving ones. The curios people brought home when they came for a dinner were clearly those which had been wrapped over n over as they exchanged hands for God knows how many years.. Those synthetic purses and handbags that I would not have been seen dead with too were handed over to my maids. The Italian leather bag with a 550 dollar tag is kept wrapped. Useless, impractical and not suited to my taste. The Jasmine fragrance..so bloody what if it was imported and expensive. It smells just the same as those on half saree clad Andhra girls wearing Jasmine flowers. I am using it as a room freshener. Those plasticky photo frames. Oh shit.. Yes, I said I love collecting frames but unique ones not those plastic ones from China. The list is endless.. Heights were expired box of imported biscuits from an army officer.  I was polite all these years. But not any more....

I am simple not simpleton.

Gross National Happiness

The last day in Beautiful #Bhutan we almost lost track of the roads. It was raining n getting late in the evening so we asked various people at various turns for directions. Then we met this young lad studying in class 12th, who offered to show us the way if we let him sit in the car. We were fine with that. His name was Sunil as his father was a Gurkha married to a Bhutanese. He kept navigating us through roads absolutely unfamiliar. I wondered if he was maneuvering us to get closest to his destination. I actually blurted it out in jest. "No ma'am, I actually work for "Gross National Happiness". I was pleasantly surprised. He took us exactly where we wanted to be but surely farther from his destination.

I felt overwhelmed. If only everyone in this world worked for Gross National Happiness in their countries what a wonderful place this world would be...

Thank you Sunil, you left a memorable impression on my mind. God bless you!! God bless your peaceful happy nation!!

Relive your first crush!!

Life is so damn fast that we hardly have time. Time to pause and think, time to pause and introspect and time to pause and rewind. We just doing things...turning them trite actions without creativity. Suddenly you realize the years, the months, the days, the hours, the minutes.....the countless moments wasted.

I have just paused holding all the moments to my bosom, nurturing the beautiful ones with love and care. It feels so nice once again. Like the first crush when you break into a song and dance, unaware of the things around you. I am in love again....and this time with myself...for the first time.

Hold on, I keep reminding myself. This is it. This feeling. This feeling is what makes me come alive, rejuvenated and regenerated.

There could be many expressions of this feeling but I want to go Bungee jumping and scuba diving....right now! Bizarre and crazy??? But isn't that love's nature?

Religiously Speaking

Ah.....after all that chaos and mad rush its back to basics with kids. As a mother I try to inculcate certain values in them. The other day I was telling my younger one to recite some mantras. I told her that by chanting some Durga mantras she will get budhi (intelligence). She was getting late for school and very reluctant to chant those. She spoke in a very matter of fact manner, " Mama, budhi toh mil jayegi, school bus nahin".

Ha,ha, ha. Well, school bus is important too. There is mantra to get that too...that is by "early to bed, early to rise".

But then that is the most difficult part. The night birds will agree!

40 and done...no way!

'40 and done, f..k' that's what most job ads made me feel when I wanted to end my long sabbatical after bringing my daughters up. I was scared and felt as naive as a fresher out of college. So I dropped the idea of looking at some monsters for jobs. I decided to blog and micro-blog. I don't quite fit into the description of a bored housewife as my freelancing kept my bylines appearing off and on in various national newspapers and journals all these years. When not writing I paint and draw. When I am doing neither of those, I play golf.

Suddenly I feel FORTY-FIED......
I write from the heart, uninhibited, fearlessly. At forty, you have nothing to lose except weight, which you actually wish to. I promise I will not write long boring blogs. You will enjoy reading my blog and ask me for more.

With love to my readers,

writingdoll ...

Dolly is my nick name and writing is what I do..