தர்மம் வெல்லும்.

புதிய அரசியல் கட்சிகளின் ஆட்டம் ஆரம்பமாக போகின்றது. இவர்கள் தலைவர்களா, இல்லை மக்களுக்கு சேவை செய்ய வந்த சேவகர்களா, இல்லை கோமாளிகளா, இல்லை கொள்ளை அடிக்க வந்த கும்பலா என்பதற்கு காலம் தான் தீர்ப்பு சொல்ல வேண்டும்.

ஆரம்பமாகிறது புதிய முகங்களின் புது ஆட்டம். மக்களாகிய நாம் நமது வழக்கமான பழக்கமான வேடிக்கை பார்க்கும் கோமாளிகள் ஆவோம். குரங்குஆட்டியின் கையில் சிக்கின குரங்கு எவ்வாறு வேடிக்கை காட்டி ஆட்டம் போடுமோ, ஆடட்டும், புதிய அரசாங்கத்தின் ஆட்சியாளர்கள். வராமலா போக போகின்றது அடுத்த தேர்தல்? பிடிக்காத தலைவர்கள் தேர்தலில் நின்றால் எனக்கு எவரயும் பிடிக்க வில்லை என பொத்தானை பிரஸ் பண்ணும் உரிமையை மக்கள் பெற போகிறார்கள் என்பது தின்ன நிச்சயம். வேலை செய்யாத ஆட்சியாளர்களை திரும்ப வீட்டுக்கு அனுப்பும் உரிமையையும் மக்கள் பெற போவது நிச்சயம்.

ஜனநாயக நாட்டில், கொள்ளை அடிப்பவனுக்கு ஒரு காலம் என்றால் நல்ல மக்களுக்கும் ஒரு காலம் வரும். புராணத்தில் படித்தது என் நினைவுக்கு வருகிறது. அதர்மம் எப்பொழுதெல்லாம் வெற்றி பெறுகின்றதோ அப்பொழுதெல்லாம் கடவுள் தோன்றுவன்.தர்மத்தை நிலைநாட்டுவான்.அதர்மம் அழிக்கப்படும். தர்மம் வெல்லும். தலைவன் தோன்றுவன். தவறை திருத்துவான். தவறு புரிபவர்களை தட்டி கேட்பான்.

வாழ்க ஜனநாயகம்.

புபேஷ் பாலகிருஷ்ணன்

15th May 2011

சென்னை

இது நமது அரசாங்கம். நமக்காக நாமே ஏற்படுத்தும் அரசாங்கம்.

நடந்து முடிந்த சட்டமன்ற தேர்தல் முடிவுகள் இந்திய மக்களின்

ஜனநாயக பலத்தையே எடுத்து காட்டுகிறது.ஜனநாயக நாட்டில் வாழும் ஒவொவொரு குடிமகனின் ஓட்டும் மிக முக்கியமனதையே இது எடுத்து காட்டுகிறது.

இந்த வெற்றி, மாற்றம் தேடி அலைந்த குடிமகனின் வெற்றி. முக்கியமாக இந்த வெற்றி, தேர்ந்தேடுக்கப்பட்ட புதிய அரசாங்கத்தின் வெற்றியல்ல. இது ஆட்சியில் இருந்த அரசாங்கத்தின் எதிர்ப்பு அலை.

அதை அரியணையில் உட்கார போகும் புதிய அரசாங்கம் தெளிவாக உணர வேண்டும்.

நல்ல ஒரு அரசாங்கத்தை மக்கள் என்றுமே ஏற்றுகொள்வார்கள். தீய ஆட்சியை கொடுக்கும் அரசாங்கத்தை மக்கள் துக்கி ஏறிய நொடி பொழுது தயங்க மாட்டார்கள்.என்ன அதற்கு அடுத்த தேர்தல் வரை பொறுமையாக காத்திருப்பார்கள்.இதை ஆட்சியில் உட்காரும் கட்சிகள் உணர வேண்டும்.

அதே போல எல்லா இந்திய குடிமகனும் தனது ஜனநாயக உரிமையில் பங்கு கொள்ள வேண்டும். குறை குற்றம் சொல்வது அன்று குடிமகனின் வேலை.

நல்ல அரசாங்கத்தை நிறுவுவதில் பங்கு பெற வேண்டும். ஏனென்றால் இது நமது அரசாங்கம். நமக்காக நாமே ஏற்படுத்தும் அரசாங்கம். நம் அரசாங்கம். குறை சொல்வதை விட்டு சமுக மாற்றத்தில் பங்கு கொள்ள முன்வரவேண்டும். இதுவே நாம் நம் தேசத்துக்கு செய்யும் தலையாய கடமை என்பதை உணர வேண்டும்.தேசத்துக்கு செய்யும் கடமை தன் வீட்டுக்கு செய்யும் கடமை என கருத வேண்டும்.நாடு முன்றும். நாமும் முன்னேறுவோம்.

புபேஷ் பாலகிருஷ்ணன்,

14th May 2011

ஹைதராபாத்

With Pride.

Without her,

Men could not have

lived much better,

Society would not have

had achieved so much,

Nations would not have

had progressed so great;

Our dreams to live in Mars,

shall continue to remain a dream,

if we continue to feign

that we are honouring her.

She deserves her honours,

So,lets do it,truly,

With Pride, in our heart!

With Anger.

When I see her toil hard,

helping the cars get parked,

under the hot sun,

selling fruits and vegetables,

under the cold weather,

doing government surveys,

covering distances by foot,

carrying pots of muddy water,

in deserts and villages,

Mr.Corrupt Politicians and Mr.Corrupt Officers,

Mrs. and Mr.Well Educated for bribing everyone,

With Pride,I say,

that,she is more honest,

than all of Us!

With Love.

She juggles at home,

manage the kids,

clicks, and clap,

cook and pray,

for all her family-say,

at times, her own smiles

go miles apart;

where are her dreams?

where are her words?

where is her life?

no one to ask,

no one to dream for her!

But,without her,

the World will not be,

what it is,

for her family;

Generation changes,

but still, she remains

the same-She whom I

affectionately call, the Mother!

*In dedication to every Mother who lives a life for her family, forgetting her own dreams

Poet and a liar

Truth takes time to reach people but, people take no time to make a truth look a lie; That's the power of a liar. so, let it be, am here not bother'd, for am a poet, who pen my thoughts, for my heart knows, it's me who is the thinker. Bhupesh Balakrishnan

A Smiling World

The hands, that work in the field, are the most powerful, which yields; The voice, that echoes for the poor, are the most powerful, which the World hear; The sickle, that cut the crops, are the most powerful, when held aloft; The battle between the rich and the poor, still continues my dear; Oh my lord, when will this come to an end, so that the World lives with peace and joy; When will i see, no poor and sufferer, in my World, equality that bring smile and joy; What can i do to stop the pains, which can bring my World all good gains; The day i dream, everyone's pot full of cream, butter and gold, that runs like a river stream; Wiping out poor, wiping out fear, bringing in dear, prosperity and peace, Let you and me live to see a smiling world, May Lord bless, let all see a smiling world! Bhupesh Balakrishnan

Live life beautifully for, only God knows, whether this moment shall again come back in our life.

Life can't be made up of mere silly moments.Isn't it too bad,if we fail to give life its due respect, in every moment, we live? Will it not be wonderful, if we make every moment a treasured one with every person we come in touch with?

A lonely Sunday as usual, with a slightly tired mind,this time, after a personal misunderstanding, found myself browsing couple of books in the book store shelf, today evening. And, the one book I touched, I started browsing and got into reading the pages...such that, the above two lines popped out of my mind.The book is "To the Last Bullet", by Mrs. Vinitha Kamte,Wife of the slained police officer,Mr.Ashok Kamte during 26/11 Mumbai terorrist attack, co-authored by Ms. Vinitha Deshmukh,a former journalist.

The narration of how, she was on phone with her husband minutes before he encountered the terrorists bravely,on the dreadly night of 26/11, and those tensed moments of her life, when she lost contact with him during his operations over phone, and finally on hearing him being killed in the encounter, were truly life shaking and shocking one.

I realised, thank god, they loved so much so that, they did not have a fight for some silly things nor had misunderstanding during those final phone calls. How many times, we go over fighting with our relations,friends and office colleagues and customers? How often we end up with some sort of misunderstanding with people,near and dear ones, in our life-just to prove a point or stand up to what we say is right... or maybe, convincing our act,telling ourself, am like that only always.

Thank Life. Life has blssed us so much so that,by making us not being there,during a Mumbai terrorist attack, or say during a hurricane Katrina or a Tsunami...Since, life was so kind,that, we all have another day to live in this World, another day to see this World, another chance to meet up, make up and work up on the past incidents-with our near and dear ones, with the known and unknown persons who come into our life. But, what, if only, destiny,then, had its say much early..let us realise the life's greatest teaching-Life does not always give us another chance to love each other...can we regret the whole life for those messed up moments? Being sensitive isn't such a bad thing,above all. It is, to ensure, the person we come in contact, shall continue to remember those lovely good last moments,left by you.If that isn't the last moments, still, the next time shall only be one more great memorable moment. Above all, isn't life such a beautiful one, to be merely frittered away in an insensitive manner,over silly misunderstandings and ego issues?

Mrs.Vinitha Kamte's life turned upside down all over night...in fraction of seconds. She wanted to talk more. She wanted to love more. She wanted to hug more. But, then, destiny took its call on Mr.Kamte. The only lovely point is, the lovely life they had lived, which she continues to treasure. The last moments she talked on phone with Mr.Kamte, will never ever come back in her life again. But, she continue to treasure them, for she knew, how important are those moments in her life.

I realised, that, even the amount of anger I control these days aren't still enough. I need to control more of my self, to show more respect to those every moment in my life, with each and everyone, with whom I come in contact with,during my life time.

Let's appreciate the moments and the people in our life. For both can become a thing of the past,in a fraction of second. When I see a colleague wearing a nice teeshirt or a new shirt, I appreciate them...for I feel happy in seeing the smile dancing across their lips.Now,I only wanted to do it more. So,next time, you feel happy, suggest, share it with the other person.Bring life to the most boring moments between you and the other person.I now have started respecting life,still more.

For, I knew, only God knows, whether this moment I am with you, shall again come back,to both of us, in our lifetime.

Independence Day Wishes

As we get into our 64th Independence Day celebrations, wish my fellow Indians,Happy Independence Day.

Jai Hind.

Two India

Two India
One which toils hard in the field and sweat to earn their rupee to feed their day's hunger,
One which spends their earned money in Air-Conditioned gym to cut down their fat by sweat.

Two India
One which look for atleast muddled water to quench their family's thirst,
One which see for mud in their purified pet bottle while quenching their thirst.

Two India

One which looks for some roofed school in their nearby vicinity of 15 kms to have their kids educated,
One which looks for the best of the schools to get their wards educated in the city.

Two India

One which vote in every election and wait for a change in fate for their village and their future generations,
One which do not cast their vote in the election,debating how their vote can change the nation's fate.

Two India

One which see for stars in the sky above their head,in their village for entertainment,
One which see the stars in the fashion shows head to head,in their city for entertainment.

Two India

One which waits for decades for justice,
One which does not have patience for justice.

Two India

One which dreams that the educated will bridge the difference in the society and bring in equality,
One which creates more sub-class and raise the differences between them and the so-called-not-educated.

Two India

Go on doing their duty with hope,one day,their future generation will see light in their villages,
Go on doing duty,being cynic,due to power failure,that stops them from using their Air-Conditioners.

Two India

One still hopes,that the World will come for their rescue,
One which blames the World that it is the root cause for all their personal hurdles.

Two India

I came across both,
but, i decided, to live for and with the first India,
Who look upon to people for humanity and their progress.

Bhupesh Balakrishnan

Sunday in the Lake Market

Come Sunday. There are two prominent locations I make it a point to visit, whenever I am in the City of Joy. It will be either, the South City Mall, one of India’s largest mall, with the highest footfalls or else, the Lake Market in the Rash Behari Avenue.

If South City mall is my home mall, as I affectionately call, standing tall, just a few hundred feet away, in walking distance; the Lake Market is a place I have to visit to pick my Tamil Weekly magazines from the Malayali anna store, and also pick up some fruits for the week ahead from the fruit vendors.

With South City Mall nearby, it provides me couple of choices to pick my day's coffee... But, Lake Market gives me the true Indian shopping atmosphere, reminding me of my hometown lake market, in Tiruchirapalli, the fruit vendors around Teppakulam ( a pond around which all the vegetable and fruit vendors have their stall put up)…my Teppakulam lake Market existed till late ‘90s…but due to increasing traffic, they were moved to another place where people in the entire Tiruchirapalli city visited to purchase their weekly fruits and vegetable requirements...Infact, every town have a lake market…lake may not be the point, rather the old city market, which brought all city people together for shopping their staples…like, in Madurai, it will be Vizhakuthuun, or Simakal, or around Meenakshi Temple….in Salem, it will be in the Bazaar street, in Chennai, near Mylapore tank temple or near the Renganathan Street…in Bangalore, it will be the Jaya Nagar marketplace, usually near the BDA complex, or the long stretched Gandhi Bazaar in Basavangudi…these days, with spreading geography, markets have come closer to its customers, fulfill the needs of every locality,time being a constraint...making this great indian shopping experience slowly vanish...infact,I had observed the presence of this marketplace very much in Tamil Nadu, Karnataka,Orissa and in Kolkata…all these states, traditionally, deep-rooted in their literature and culture.

This Sunday happened to be a much more productive one, compared to the rest, in the last six months of my stay in Kolkata city; The weather played a crucial role in the way I started my day…an innocent weather, which looked like anytime, I will cry( let me not forget the pouring that happened yesterday, with me and my colleagues looking out of our opened windows, seeing the dark clouds engulf the skies, with an hours downpour that took all Kolkata citizens by surprise...needless to say, our worries were very much evident, due to the fact, that this downpour will de-list the purchase of certain summer product categories like the Air-Conditioners and Refrigerators from the ladders of our customer minds, due to the change in the weather conditions...It's neither a monsoon to feel jubilant about a good prospect of increase in Washer off-takes neither)…

As the day progressed, I ensured my home was spic and span, clearing the last couple of months newspapers and magazines. Once the Sunday chores were completed, I decided to shun the South City mall,which is heavily crowded on Sundays, and instead preferred to visit Lake Market alone…And, there, with the city shops closed for some reason, the market was so calm, except for the didi's team's civic election campaign in the corner of the Lake Market…

With the weather so beautiful, I really enjoyed the evening out in the market place. Once my magazines were bought from the Malayali anna shop, I ventured into the market, went around from vendor to vendor, looking for who sells the best of the Mangoes, strawberries and my usual bananas…As I looked around, hopping from one vendor to another, my regular vendor looked alarmed at the prospect of losing his regular customer...and finally, he ended up bagging my order for the week again…with me picking a bunch of strawberries and bananas.A retail person, somehow, am still not interested to the idea of picking my fruits from the local supermarkets...rather, me picking up in the marketplace is what makes my entire shopping a pleasant experience, call it the great Indian experience…maybe, the comfort of shopping along with small town people around me doing their bargaining, reminding me of my hometown...could be the true reason.

Whatever maybe, the day’s shopping experience was made so lovely, thanks to Lord Varuna, I would compare the evening weather to the weather I had experienced in Kodaikanal or Ooty during my local market visits…in early 2000s…during my MTR Food days.

As the day progressed, i also did a quick visit to the Tamil Sangam, to collect some Tamil writer’s books from the library. I decided to call it a day, and as I was heading home to catch a taxi, something stopped me(say, call of the lord) to visit the Shirdi Sai Baba madir, which is located nearby. I was wondering whether the temple will be opened, since, all my visits have ended up with me praying outside looking at a closed mandir. It was so surprising to find myself participating in the closing aarthi and bhajan performance.

It was also quite new experience for me to observe, with people clapping hands as they were singing the bhajans…which I have not seen/ or would have not observed in the Shirdi Mandir in Chennai…The clapping made the entire atmosphere reverberate some positive vibrations, with me feeling the same vibrations pass through my self. I remember the time when we as school kids used to clap our hands for our buddies who used to score top marks in the examinations…the law of religion and law of education has clearly understood and applied this principle into practice - the more one involves in collective actions,together, the more positive the surroundings will become, leading to positive vibrations, leading to better concentrations,leaving one with a peaceful mind and a purposeful sense for all future actions. That is why,i feel, we involve in such collective actions in temples and schools…be it bhajans or clappings…

How else, could I prepare myself for an another interesting challenging week ahead…with lot many more new people to be met, lot many more customers and businessmen to shake hands with and smile together…

To summarize, this Sunday has been a great one...to face the coming week...

Opposite,no luck

Excuse me, she looked around,

The two men at both extreme, just nodded

She put her bag in the chair next,

And sat in the chair, me opposite,

And, pulled her magazine out,

Started reading, eyes down,

Glass hiding her face,

And, I just sent my mails,

And looked at her, to catch a glimpse of her face,

But, she had other thoughts in mind.

(From Baker st, New Delhi Airport,20th May 2010,9:00 AM)

U wanna ur wishes to come true?

If everyone’s every wish come true, World should become a better place to live in, right…Let’s imagine…the wish of Dalai Lama…a wish where the entire World live only in peace! No war. China does not meddle with the Lama! How great it would be. Hey wait…I hear the wish of someone from a cave…Oh…it’s the Laden…Osama Bin Laden, dreaming about hijacking fifty aircrafts through his network and rampaging fifty sky rise buildings across the World. What a horrible dream…Oh God, Pls. heaven sake, save the World from this guy…And, God staunchly refuses, everyone’s wish will come true…Now, Lama vs Laden…My god…How can World then become a better place to live in…

Fine, let not everyone’s wish come true…but let it be for a very select few good people in this World…say, for a nice guy like me or even you…and so let me make a wish now....Wow, the girl is so beautiful…wish she becomes my girlfriend…hey wait, the girl has not seen me…and has seen someone else…my God…Here again, she dreams of having the other guy as her boyfriend…oh no…not again…Oh God, Pls. for heaven sake , let the Girl wish not come true…And, again, God staunchly refuses, everyone’s wish will come true…Now, I am looking for befriending the beautiful girl, who is dreaming of befriending the other guy….My god…How can the World become a better place to live in?

Indian Prime Minister Manmohan Singh decides to work on an extraordinary foreign policy to improve relations with Pakistan. So, he wish that India and Pakistan will become good neighbours leaving behind their ugly past…My god, Chinese army dreams…a fight to break between India and Pakistan, so that, they can intrude into the Indian borders…Oh God, Pls. let the Chinese Army wish not come true. And, God staunchly refuses, saying everyone’s wish will come true. I grump…

I now decide to change my strategy. I wish God will only see to that only my wish come true…Now what will God do? I am smart. Hey, Wait a sec….It’s the God who is wishing for self…what, God wish that I stop dreaming or wishing…Oh God…not again. This time, it’s God vs Me…what to do. God is powerful. God is also good. Let me not play with silly wishes. Let me toe line with God. Okay, agreed. Not everyone’s every wish should come true. God knows which wish of whom should come true, so that the World continues to be a better place to live in. Above all, the creator knows what to give to whom and when. So, I have decided to wait. Hey,wait...what about you? U wanna ur wishes to come true?

The Coffee you make today can't taste the same tomorrow.I challenge.

You can't make a coffee with the same taste tomorrow, as you made it today. I challenge you. Ask the person to whom you serve, tomorrow. "Did the Coffee I prepared and have given you today, taste exactly the same like the one, I gave you yesterday? If the reply is "YES",then,either the Coffee is made in a machine or the person is lying. So, what's the reason behind it? Nothing. It's just like that. Reasons why we don't make big fuss about the same...our tongue can't measure the taste like an instrument, made to exactly measure and report the taste basis some parameters. It is the overall feeling, of enjoying the Coffee...The colour,mix and strength....depending on the mood swings during that particular moment. The day's first coffee we drink in the morning may taste differently in comparison to the one we may taste sometime before noon.

Life is the same. It can't produce the same results or bring in people or make events happen the same as it did happen once, when,we felt it was fabulous. It's just like that. The department of heaven have fewer staffs, but, huge huge population to manage, that, they have to keep looking for satisfying everyone...and constraint...like in any production department, costs and number of people they could keep happy every day. So, if it was someone else chance to feel happy yesterday, it could be someone else turn to feel happy today, and, someone else opportunity to feel great with life tomorrow. My good God and Goddess, they are working overtime everyday, to keep everyone happy in this World, that include me and you.So, it just is like the taste of the Coffee.

Tendulkar's bat can't score a double ton in every match. And, so do Schumi,who can't keep continuously winning races in every circuit. And, so, is Fed.And,so can be Barack Obama. And, so, it can be you and me.

If the Coffee which is in our control can't be prepared to produce the same taste everyday, then, why talk about Life which is not in our control...

I feel, that, the pleasure of tasting a Coffee, with different taste everyday, along with the person I love, is like seeing rainbow in my life, everyday. Life will be boring and dull, if it’s the same...It has to give us the wonderful opportunity to enjoy different taste.

So, next time, if anyone feel the question arising in our minds..."why my life is not the same like "that day"?"...let's remember the Coffee made...It just has to be like that, to enjoy it. Life is just happening in front of our eyes. It is exactly like the aroma that we feel, as we go about tasting the Coffee. If we just drink the Coffee, without feeling the aroma and colour, then, there is no pleasure in drinking the Coffee.And,so is Life. If we miss to enjoy the small moments in life as we experience it, we are missing the aroma and colour in it. So, next time, you drink a cup of coffee...just enjoy it. Don't rush it. For it is not about just drinking a cup of coffee. It is all about living and enjoying your own life. Experience the moment like a cup of Coffee.

As time moves...something like the Schrodinger's equation.Life is experienced.

Was lucky and it was rare to get such a lovely day like yesterday,a breezy Sunday with roads empty,a walk crossing the lake in Kolkata,returning back home,after drinking a cup of Filter Coffee from the only Udupi Hotel in the city. Hey,wait,do time change one's life?I paused my thought. Nopes.Time do not change any one's life. As a Physicist,knew that time on earth is a result of movement of the Stars and the other heavenly bodies in the Solar System.I think,I was moving to one of my favourite paper during my graduation days,the Quantum Physics...It's all about Observations...I realized that it's not time that change any one's life...rather,it is the experience that one undergoes,which make them observe life in different perceptions.So,it's the observation that is a result of the past and present experiences.Time just keeps moving on as it was.It is just our mind,which either gets conditioned or change its observation patterns,basis the external influences,leading to internal observational changes in perceptions towards life.

If we draw a wave in a graph,with Time in the X-axis and Experience(Observations) due to external influences impacting our perceptions towards life,in the Y-axis. The emerging wave pattern is nothing but a result of mere observations and perceptions, due to conditioning of mind as a result.It's something like the Schrodinger equation.Time just move on,as it move on in everyone's life...as it does in the Solar System. It is just our experience,which condition us to observe time differently, as a result of the past observations/perceptions due to external influences in our life. So,does time change one's life?Answer is no. Do life change as time moves on? Answer is Yes. It's the observation's in life,that keeps changing,with moving time.Time moves.And, Life is experienced.

From the Bakers ST

As she moved, I fell in love;
Her wings did not flap,
Oh…she got a tail;
So long her body, so wide is her belly;
Cute her look, spiky her nose;
Oh…what a turn, on her heels;

Majesty her name, beauty she is;
As she moved, I fell in love;
A poised move, to be where she belongs to;
As she moved, she gained speed;
Off her feet, flying so high,
Lost her my eyes, from its sight;

Am going to fly, with her in the sky;
She took me, into her,
And, I started, to cuddle her,
Feeling her warmth, fell into a deep sleep;
Opened my eyes, to the sudden rays;
Saw us sailing, on the clouds;

Together we were, flying in the sky;
Up she went, closed my eyes,
Back to sleep; she glided again, in the sky,
Spiking the clouds, with her nose;
As I woke up, she flew down;
Touched the ground, in her style;

As I jumped, from her belly,
She stood there, behind me;
She is so pretty, and
She is my dear Magnificent lady!
As she stood, I started to move,
As I moved, I fell in love with her again!


The Bakers ST is a bakery cafe in Delhi Airport. My favorite spot is the bar stools facing the runways. I love to sit there, with my cup of steaming coffee or green teas, facing the runways, seeing the planes take off and land on. Always early to check-in to get my A or F seat, rows 1-6, get a full one and a half hour time to observe the beautiful white birds, taking off and landing on. Especially in the early hours during the sun rise time;

Let us welcome 2010 with all happiness and peace!

Let us all march together,
forward into 2010,
with hopes and a new beginning.

Let God be with each one of us,
With our family members, our friends,
and the known and the unknowns;

May the New Year 2010 usher in peace, good health,
prosperity and happiness
into every one of our family;

Let good light
take care of every moments
in our life;


May I Pray the almighty,
with all my humbleness, to take care
of each one of you and your family members
and your friends, during every moment of your life in 2010.

May all your dreams come true,
and may each one of you achieve success
in this New Year 2010.
Wishing you all Good Luck!

Bhupesh Balakrishnan

Justice Delayed = Justice Denied!

The last two day headlines in all the capital city newspapers kept me reminding two existing facts, post six decades of India’s Independence.

1. Innocent/the helpless people are always easy victims to the greed and desire of the rich and the mighty.

2. The rich and the mighty still can be brought under knees, thanks to the Indian democracy, aka the David and the Goliath Style.

Here, this time the victim has been an innocent 14 year young Ruchika, a budding tennis player and the rich and the mighty, a well-educated IPS officer, holding a high moral and responsible position in the society as State IG. Poor Ruchika after three years post-her incident, commits suicide, thanks to the rich and mighty officer’s various power tactics. Ruchika’s friend’s parents take up the case to the court of law, which is blinded for 19 long years. And, the verdict finally comes after 19 long years, with a simple 6 months jail term for the well-educated officer, thanks to his advocate wife, who fought courageously to save her criminal husband.

As I post this blog, swallowing words, controlling my anger and disappointments, I am also able to feel a sarcastic smile spread across my lips. At last, the poor girl got some justice.

Three major questions arise at this mid-night hour in my mind:

a. Should we be happy about this Justice?
b. Should we appreciate a delayed Justice (agreed, though worth, even delayed)?
c. When will the rich and the mighty stop their game of greed and desire that dangerously play with the lives of innocent people?


The quick answers that comes to my mind at this hour is,

a. Should we be happy about this Justice?

Yes. We should be proud that after 19 long years, we are able to convict a criminal. That is what Justice is. It is a testimony that it is still working in our country. Our democracy is a functioning one. It makes me feel happy.


b. Should we appreciate a delayed Justice (agreed, though worth,but, having been delayed)?

Justice at any remote hour received, needs to be appreciated, but, we need to change the way we will welcome a justice in future. A delayed justice is equal to a denied justice. The societal consequences are huge and manifold. People may stop approaching the Department of Justice. Courts of law will become courtyards for the rich and the mighty to play their dirty games. So, rather feeling a sense of appreciation, we should move ahead to ensure speedy trials and fair settlement of appeals with a sense of urgency in future.


c. When will the rich and the mighty stop their game of greed and desire that dangerously play with the lives of innocent people?

Shame on us, witnessing the brutal killing of the basic tenets of a democratic society, scoundrels and rascals in the disguise of rich and the most educated people, the wolf in the human clothing…am extremely sorry to have used these hard words, but, then, it disappoints me to say that we still live in the stone age.

I think and feel proud about my father at this hour, an advocate, who use his knowledge and power to fight for the innocent and helpless people in the court of law in my hometown; I feel proud of one such advocate, Shri Pankaj Bhardwaj, who has got Ruchika’s guardians, Shri Anand and Shrimati Madhu Parkash, the delayed Justice.

But, going back to answer the question I have raised, am sorry again. Even the God, the creator of both the victim and the rascal, will not be able to take a guess, when the rich and the mighty will stop their dirty games. I would like to live pragmatically, but, not going down without fighting for Justice. But, let me make the statement again –Justice delayed is equal to Justice denied.

With my conscience.

Neither am with you or with her, am with my conscience. Balakrishnan Bhupesh

These are my days!

Gone are the sultry days,
gone are the windy days,
gone are the rainy days,
gone are the misty days,
gone are the black days,
coming all are my days,
they are colourful days,
the air is filled with the smell of sweets,
my ears hear the beautiful tunes,
songs and dance, as I can see everywhere,
these are my days,
as I move forward,
looking for the truth,
in everything I think and see,
in everything I say and do,
with everyone around me,
I welcome these good days,
that shall be good chapters of my life,
later, when someone reads my book.

Balakrishnan Bhupesh