Justice V.R.Krishna Iyer - A Tribute.....

  Common man's judge,  Advocate for human rights, Compassionate human being.....Justice V.R.Krishna Iyer.........A Tribute......!

Another Maoist attack - 13 CRPF men killed including two officers.....

Another Maoist attack - 13 CRPF men killed including two officers.....

Some sort of grave misfortune.., an eclipse of mysterious proportion.., which marred the bravado of Ex SPGians in other armed forces, it seems, is yet to fade away....But then, eclipses are just momentary...The sun will come out tomorrow with greater force and vigor...Ahem, you eunuchoists.....your metabolism is feeble, too feeble to survive its vehemence........

INDIAN BLACK MONEY - JAITLEY CARTOON........

INDIAN BLACK MONEY - JAITLEY CARTOON......

INDIAN BLACK MONEY - JAITLEY CARTOON......

SAARC Summit-Cartoon

SAARC Summit-Cartoon

What to say about the two most powerful leaders associated with the SAARC summit who went there with an aim of maintaining mutual cooperation made a big news for what..." shaking hands".....what a fun....I wonder what conversation or dialogue there had been when even a hand shake could be possible only at the closing ceremony....18th SAARC shows how nothing has changed for this org since its proclamation...In brief, I think it is desirable to change its name to SAO, south Asian organization or SAAGAR, south Asian association for grievance and redressal ..... . The really surprising part is that, instead of taking cognizance of such a funny contradiction, our virulent media celebrated the hand shake as "melting of ice" between two PMs who refused to acknowledge each other or make even an eye contact. They were more cautious of not showing any sort of conviviality which, in their respective countries, might be seen as a sign of conceding.....It's now time for them to stop playing to the galleries and realize the importance of their role in south Asia.

What I tried to portray in the cartoon is that there should be a mutual understanding and coordination among the two most powerful countries in the region towards the very purpose of SAARC. Not that Iam against the SAARC and its objectives. By keeping a feeling of revulsion towards one another and thereby exhibiting such open display of hostility in an international forum will not yield any substantial result in the very cause the organization is created upon. Here nobody is pointing out any problem with the very purpose the organization was constituted though. But I’am really sorry to say that nothing fundamental has changed for this organization in the years since the international conference adopted the declaration of SAARC and formally launched its IPA. There are various ongoing conflicts in the region. Emphasis was also laid upon greater cooperation between SAARC members to fight terrorism as well. But Iam afraid whether the SAARC has contributed in any way to make the lives of the people in the region better.... Has it ensured a regular interaction among its leaders at all? We do need to ponder over these issues asp. Do we have the guts to say what SAARC charter has explained via “objectives of the peace, freedom, social justice and economic prosperity are best achieved in the south Asian region by fostering mutual understanding, good neighborly relations and meaningful cooperation among member states" fully met? The naked truth is that, SAARC, even after so many years of its proclamation has been a "non-starter" so far. Neither the intra-regional investment flow nor the level of trade among SAARC countries has seen any significant improvement, just because of SAARC. Though a few useful agreements were signed, theirs implementation has left much to be desired. As long as the relations between the two most powerful countries of SAARC are strained, it will not meet the expectations it has generated. What is required is to operationalise those several agreements signed earlier for various purposes and approach the issues with a positive frame of mind. Otherwise it will lose its direction by getting involved in such loathing among each other……..

SAARC- SOUTH ASIAN ASSOCIATION FOR REGIONAL CONFLICT......CARTOON

SAARC- SOUTH ASIAN ASSOCIATION FOR REGIONAL CONFLICT......CARTOON

What a sheer waste of time, resources and money.....Such open display of hostility and they call it "ASSOCIATION for COOPERATION.......!!!!!
 It's south Asian association for regional conflicts.....:-D

100% SATISFACTION GUARANTEED.....CARTOON

100% Satisfaction Guaranteed....Cartoon

My Pencil Sketch

My pencil Sketch.....:-)

LOVE-CARTOON

Love Cartoon

GOD MEN'S ASHRAMS ARE NOW TERROR HIDEOUTS.......CARTOON

Godmen's Ashrams are terror hide outs...........:-)

AZAM KHAN ON TAJ MAHAL----- THE BUFFALO EFFECT - CARTOON

BUFFALO EFFECT.........BAAINS DHIMAAK...
U.P state minister Azaam Kham says, Taj Mahal should be handed over to Wakf board.....:-)

GODDAMN THE GOD MEN.......CARTOON

GODDAMN THE GOD MEN.......CARTOON

International Poetry Festival Rainbow Hues

P.S:- I owe my sincere gratitude to my friend, Sandeep Sharma for all his time and effort in sending me this edited video from Guntur....Thanks a lot...Sandeep.....

SALUTE TO A DOG - Reposting.....

SALUTE TO A DOG

This picture of our Prime Minister Sh. Narendra Modi looking at a military dog as he interacts with the army officers and soldiers, published prominently in almost all newspapers today brought up a few memories of my early years at the Srinagar(J&K) Airport. But this one echoes of a painful memory though. Yet, it’s good that something began to come to our mind -things we thought we had long forgotten- through such occasional images.
One languid afternoon, back in my room after the last domestic flight took off from the Srinagar Airport, I received a message from my Commanding Officer asking me to preside over the funeral ceremony of a sniffer dog, Action, who died of spinal cancer, with full police honors. This surprised me, because I had never been to such an assignment before. Not knowing what it’s all about, truly speaking I felt a wee bit hesitant and embarrassed by the thought of giving a ritual salute to a dog in full ceremonial uniform and that too in front of a fairly good gathering.
But what I felt later, while standing there at the place where the dog was laid to rest was an enormous amount of love, affection and sadness mixed together, shared with the master and his dog. It restored a bit of my faith in humanity. When the dog handler who had been assigned with the dog ever since he was just a few months old, leaned over to pet his snout for the last time before his body was taken to the burial pit, I marveled at how deep the relationship between a dog and its master is. I heard someone standing in the rear weeping when we witnessed the master handler hold the head of the dog and say something in a subtle voice with tears rolling down his cheeks. May be he was giving a final pat on his partner and thanking him for his unwavering companionship and affection. And when his body was lowered into the grave, he literally broke down and wept. This affected me emotionally. I stood there in silence. My eyes were blurred with tears. And then, as the Guard Commander yelled the command for rest on your arms reversed, “Shok Shasthra” I walked directly up to the grave, came to attention and with my shoulders back and head up, rendered him his final salute. With that salute I bid farewell to a brave dog who served the nation by discharging his duties with that unparalleled and inborn sense of commitment.
For whatever reason, I felt a great sense of pride, a sense of accomplishment to be a part of that ceremony. I’am sure everyone present there of the 55 BN C.R.P.F felt the same way.
Back in my room, my mind directed me to scribble a few lines about this incident as it’s generally believed that poetry can help a person express the feelings and grieve to a great extent……


Re-posting my Poem here.....

SALUTE TO A DOG



When winter blessed the valley white

The barrack roofs had kissed the frost

And clad in ice, the airport road

Lay as made of crystal glass.

As the mighty gates were opened wide,

The valley airport woke and breathed.

Hordes of cars and roars of flights

And pack of tourists made it bright.

The valley like a stunning damsel

Was once a reticent girl in grief.

Splintered flesh and wounded veins

She gasped along the age in pain.

Salvage came from far off lands

Marching through the flame of loath.

Set her free from grief and pain,

And thence they guard her safe and fine. 

And for those who leave the valley

Carried along the bracing thoughts,

A tiny head that rummaged around

Had always made them feel so proud.

Amid the men in fur they saw 

A Canine worked in belted coat.

His fair large eyes and gifted nose

Snooping hard for veiled hazards.

There he worked day and night,

Neither growl nor bark he made.

Never pleaded for what to him was owed

Cared not the vagaries of wind and rain.

Aircrafts took off safe and sound,

Relied upon his gifted nose.

Cleared the luggage that came in hordes

Never his heart had fallen down.

 And when danger loomed on the floor

When someone spotted a bag unknown

 The wisest folk when ran to safety 

Forth he came and sniffed the stuff. 

 Together they stood in the aisle, so calm

Together they stood amid life and death.

Still did he work and still did he sniff

And worked his years through dreary strain.

Autumn came, so did monsoon,

Came the winter and sizzling summer

Gates were opened and closed at night,

Nothing changed but only age.

“Action”, the dog lived his time

Till a cancer gripped his spine.

Came in his place a younger dog,

Human life is above all.

On a day when silver snow

Gave way to the weeping sky

His sniffing nose and probing eyes

Closed for ever in a longer breath.

Laid to rest on a wooden plank,

His body looked cold and lank.

The godly nose that saved the souls

 Plugged up neat by cotton swab.

 Here, where the ‘honor guard’

                Set down impassive in ceremonial role

                My soul ached, ‘O brave,.. You were a valour dog!’

                My sense, as though lost in thoughts.

When the lone bugler in uniform,

Played the ‘Taps’ in an awful woe

Stood his master with trembling hands

Upon the last rites with lament eyes.

His body when sank into the womb of earth

His thoughts, a stream pierced the heart.

No more bombs and no more drugs, ‘O, Brave

Now sleep in peace in this silent grave.

Cannot express the plight of being there

Your memories will remain forever, I swear.

That gallant life, that soul of devotion,

What remains……………?

As the trumpet played the force funeral tune,

I saluted him with trembling hands

I prayed for the soul’s blissful eternity.

And whispered-Here rests a dog

Who lived the words -service and loyalty!

(“Service and loyalty” is the motto of CRPF)

MY PHOTOS