"There is no such thing as Alien"

This is not my ideology. These words were said by my 7 year old brother this evening while having tea ... though he doesnt have any formal knowledge about aliens but this is something he has learnt from the cartoons and "encyclopedia" he read at his school.
I however felt inspired to think deeper into it.

Earth is the only planet in the solar system that has water in its liquid state and the right temperature for life to exist. We are not close enough to be fried yet we are not too far away that we freeze.We are just at the right place from the sun to experience life. So this sort of erases out the possibility of life in universe.

But to look in a broader picture, UNIVERSE is not just planet Earth, its neighbors Mars and Venus, Sun , other planets, their moons or even Alpha centauri. Universe is a collection of millions, billions and zillions of such planets and solar systems.

The above picture shows our dot-like solar system in the view of Milky Way. And Universe is a collection of billions of galaxies like Milky way which in turn have zillions of "dot-like" solar system.
So, ignoring the very possibility of existence of extra terrestrial life just because they are not in our knowledge doesnt seem fair enough.

An extraterrestrial is defined to be life that did not originate on Earth and that can range from microorganisms like bacteria to human beings.

In the past three-four years, biologists have found life forms in the most extreme places in the most bizarre conditions.In 1996, NASA found structures resembling nanobacteria in a meteorite ALH84001, that was thought to be formed of rock made from Mars (shown here)(source: wikipedia ).

Lachezar Filipov, deputy director of the Space Research Institute of the Bulgarian Academy of Sciences claims that aliens are currently answering 30 questions posed to them.He said the centre's researchers were analysing 150 crop circles from around the world, which they believe answer the questions. He said humans were not going to be able to establish contact with the extraterrestrials through radio waves but through the power of thought.

(crop circle in England and Switzerland: Wikipedia)

AND this...

Dr Edgar Mitchell, 6th man to walk on Moon, person holding the record for the longest ever moon walk- 9 hour and 17 minutes declared it officially that aliens exist and we have been visited by them.
He also says that we are in contact with them. He says the public still doesnt know the real story and only knows whatever the government is trying to project. His Kerrang! radio interview:
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RhNdxdveK7c


To sum up I would just say that believing a blind fact of existence of life only on Earth in such a huge Universe seems hard for me.

How I discovered an "aurat" during my demo

"Hi,This is Shruti from Vector Marketing" is my pet dialogue whenever I call up people to fix an appointment assuming that they would understand my words and probably my name as well..."Shrooooooti???","Shweti???","Shuuuuuti??""Pardon Me!!!!" is the substitute of "hello" from the other side..."Ah...Shruti"..I try my level best to explain them..."Oh!!! Shroooti??yeah?? "...... "oh yeah!!!!"I say..just to convince myself that this is probably the best way they can pronounce my name.....


but this time I knew I was calling up a Punjabi middle aged lady...so applying my common sense,I refrained from my pet dialogue and said "Sat Shri Akal Aunty Ji, main Shruti bol rahi haan (Hello,This is Shruti speaking)".....and I was pretty confident that she will understand my "tuttti bhajjji" Punjabi.Contrary to that.... "Haan,,,Kauuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnn???????" She shouted at the topmost level of her voice......I was baffled at the first instance....probably because I was expecting a courteous telephone behaviour..."Ah! Ah! Ah!!! Shruti.... Aunty" I literally had to gather my courage to talk to her...huh...finally I ended up the rudest telephone call and headed on to give a demonstration....





Landed up at their home...and rung their bell....once..twice...thrice and the fourth time..."Oh my god...dont tell me they are not at home..shit..so bad...why did they fix the appointment then!!!" I was so sad...not because they wasted my time..but because I faced such a rude conversation and still couldnt make money out of it....I turned back to head onto my home" ......





"Bell kyu nahi bajayi????",shouted a lady from behind in the same rude tone." Tumne bell nahi dekhi?? Yaha lagi hai side pe..aise bajate hai,...." And she rung the bell to "demonstrate" her "hi-tech" bell.... "Ah...well...aunty maine ring ki..y..a..........." and she 'overpowered' me..."Vo to maine apne 'camere'(thats the way she pronounces 'camera') se dekh liya...hamare ghar me camera lga hai..jo bhi aata hai..camera me uski 'phoootu' aa jati hai"......"Oh really??? Awesome!!!" I complimented her hi-tech device only to make me enter into her home.





Right in front of the door was the culprit .."the switched on Vaccuum Cleaner"..Damn...they place it just close to the door so that its 'melodious song' could expose people like me to her wrath.

She asked me what I do, where I stay, when did I come from India,where do I hail from India,my siblings,how did I get into University of British Columbia,what does my mom do,why my dad is not here.....it seemed to me that as soon as I ended the call with her,she sat down preparing a quesstionaire and kept bombarding me with those until her list was complete.And then was the time for her ultimate question..."Where do you stay in Surrey?".I told her my 'house' was close to her friend's who gave me her recommendation. And she stood up from the chair.."House???????????????????"............ "But your landlords told me you stay in their basement"..... I was dumb struck... "house=home" is all I meant to say...and not a 'condo'
"Oh!!!!!! thats what I thought how come you stay in a "house"!!!"..

Weird!!!! really weird...people sometimes are unbelievable..She owns a nice condo near one of the highways of the city..probably thats what raised her eyebrows when I said that I stay in a house. Huh..so she called me the "basement gal"

Never mind...I am here to make some money...thats how I convinced myself and started on with my demo...I unwrapped my beautiful Cutco knife and had barely touched it when she shouted "NO!! NO!!! NO!!!..aise pakadte hai bewaquf ladki..mujhe dikha..mai dikhaati hu...maine 10 saal restaurant me kaam kiya hai (you should not hold a knife like this stupid gal,..give it to me,I will show you,I have worked in a restaurant for 10 years)"....uhhh...that lady again made me speechless..but yeah I was happy that she revealed the only English words she had ever learnt.."no no no"..

and you mean you have worked for 10 years in a restaurant??..so that means you have been a dishwasher your whole life..so thats where your carreer starts and ends...and you are arguing with me over a basement??What a lady...a typical "AURAT"
Probably I didnt explain her that I have undergone 30 hours of rigorous training only on how to handle my Cutco knife...stupid AURAT!!

Her words started pinching me as I was giving the demo..I started loosing the smile that I was wearing when I first rung her bell.I was almost in the middle of my demo when she got up,went to the kitchen and took out a frying pan..."hamare mehmaan ne aana hai...mujhe kaam karna hai",she declared. (so you damn lady,why did you give me this time)...."Its ok aunty,I will wrap up in five minutes".... and she sat again..I rushed with my demo because I was so pissed with her..and now was the time to talk some business...and I asked for some recommendations..people whom she knows and who would be willing to have a look at the products..."matlab??? mai jaanti hu???matlab mai tumhe unka number du??tum unko pareshan karoge..call karte rahoge".. "No Aunty,we call people whom we have permission to ..we wont call up if you dont want us to,or what you can do is just give me the name of your friends..so that atleast I can put you in a lucky draw" "NO NO NO ..you will search their numbers in the telephone directory"

????

????

????

(This lady completely outwits me..you think we dont have better work? you think you are some VIP or what..you think you are Aishwarya Rai that we are dying for your numbers)

"Ok,no problem Aunty"

I packed up as quickly as I could to get out of that aurat's hell...

"phew!! what a demo...God!!!!! what a typical lady...an aurat...a typical "janani" ...god save thou lady!!"

Damn!! I came out..looked at their house and said.."kya janani hai..seriously!! she hasnt come up in life to any extent...still has the mindset of a dishwasher"...Anyways..she was a $17 part in my pay cheque..I still thank her for "giving me her time".

And yeah...I never got a chance to discover an "aurat" again..

What an experience!!!

BEG me please...

"Bhagwaan tumhaari 'jodhi' salaamat rakhe"



And I was like" What!!!!!????Go run away with these wafers!!!"..Yeah,these were the words I heard when I was standing with my best friend Animesh enjoying coffee and wafers.No..no..Animesh didnt say this...these "beautiful" words were put up by a small girl approx 5-6 years old standing close to me with her hand begging for some money.Though she went off,I kept thinking that either she knows about the "girlfriend-boyfriend" stuff at this young age or she has been taught to say that whenever she sees a girl and a boy standing together.I have a younger brother approx of her age and probably more exposed to "polluting things" like movies,TV serials,etc....but I am dead sure he will never put them in an affair when he sees any gal-boy together.So basically,there was a "training force" behind her.





Days passed by,I got admitted into a college and came down to Delhi....uhhhh...its a real busy city!!!!On a 1 metre square area..you will find 50 people rustling up and down.



It was a fine Saturday morning,I had some stuff lined up in the college so was getting ready.

"Shani Dev!!!!! Shani Dev!!!!!" A man wearing saffron clothes..uhh well not exactly wearing...basically wrapped up.... was trying to peep inside the house while he was shouting with these words.... and I saw my Aunt running up wid stuff like wheat flour,rice and some money to put in his saffron bag while he was still trying his best to have a look of the house.



"Uh!!! strange man!!!"..is all I said when my aunt came back.She told me that he is a holy fellow and made me feel sorry for my "stupid" words.

Well,,,holy fellow????some one trying to peep inside the house????Ah Well....none of my business!!!! and I picked my bag to board the bus..While I was walking down the streets,I could see many of these strange men roaming around in different streets...It appeared to me as if a whole group of these men starts up early in the morning and covers(investigate) each and every house.



Well...my sweet and "well maintained" blue-line bus was about to leave the bus stop...so I had to run to catch it..."Awesome!!!"I patted myself after stepping up on the bus....Its really an achievement to board a bus which is about to leave!!!!



I was peacefully listening to songs on my iPhone when somebody pulled my T Shirt...I was all set to slap him when I turned back and saw a kid standing besides me holding a small container with a black thing in it dipped in mustard oil..I removed my headphones and asked him"Kya?"...he said "Shani Dev!!" .............................................................. NOT AGAIN please.....



My bus almost stopped on my bus stop and I had to get down from the virtually stopped bus.Bus drivers in Delhi dont know that stopping a bus actually means speed should be zero.

I could safely reach my college without any more unpleasant surprises.



College was always so much fun for me.



On my way back to home,I saw an old bent lady,covering herself with rags,very lean asking for some money.I was moved by the adversities dawned upon her so I gave her money.
I felt so satisfied to help someone.
I came back home happily after committing my "biggest mistake."



Next working day,on my way to the bus stop,I felt that I was being followed.I looked back and saw a group of kids behind me...all in rags....and guess what?? the old lady whom I had pitied was hiding behind them so that I should not make out that she sent them......"So,she had a group of trainees with her????"

And these kids usually followed me every day until I was forced to change my route.



The other day I was waiting for the "worst traffic light" to go green in "so sweet blue line bus",looking outside at the "patient people" blowing unnecessary horns while I witnessed something astonishing.......

A girl was trying to retie a piece of white bandage having a red patch(to look like blood) around her "so fit and fine" fist.She headed on towards a car after finishing her dress up...and yeah!!! she was able to mint out money from him by showing her "badly wounded hand".She succeeded!!!





And events like that were witnessed almost daily.



So basically,it follows up like a marketing company.We give money to one,he feels motivated,the money given adds to his commission and he is awarded.He is made the trainer,he brings in 5 more kids..or even babies,inspires them to run this easy business,trains them and his trainees further mint out money from us by using their "appear wounded" techniques..they are inturn made the trainer and the cycle follows.....



So what do we do when we give money to one beggar-be it kid,a mom,a pregnant lady,an old bended person,a blind man (with his eyes looking at the sky), a virtually physically disabled person or even the people who come up with "Shani Dev"

We are actually training them to become trainers and bring in new beggars,to add to the already viscous circle of poverty in our country,to tell them "Hey man!!! theres an easy way of making money,why do you have to be bothered to work hard?"

Giving money or even food to beggars is depriving one more poor family of an "assured meal"...

Let us stop before we see more beggars than working people.

DONT FEED THEM!!! GOD HAS GIVEN THEM HANDS

The "kaala paani" experience

Recommended plan: Package tour(available from anywhere in the country)

Duration of tour: 1-2 weeks

Best places to visit: Chennai Snake park,Marina Beach in Chennai,Central Jail,Havelock Island,Radha Nagar beach

Please avoid: Travel agents that promise you to show hundreds of islands

Do not forget to keep: A Camera(you will be dumb enough if you forget this),swimming costume,a good sunscreen,snorkeling goggles and a nice perfumed handkerchief(will tell you later why)

Estimated Cost per person: Rs.52,000 including everything(obviously not your outrageous shopping)

Well...quite formal way to begin..but please don't mistake me for a travel agent...

My excitement for the journey actually began when we started planning for the trip(that was around 3 months before the date of departure).Every new sunrise brought in new questions in my mind about that "different world" -Is the water really black?? How would the people look like? Will they understand Hindi..or at least English?Will there be enough cellular network to talk to my friends?Will I be able to eat their "eew" types food..or will I be feeding only on fish and flesh?


The day approached and we boarded our flight,Jet Airways...OOH!!! what a flight it was!!As soon as I stepped in,I saw a handsome,fair prince..ahm ahm man..standing right in front of me,gazing into my eyes and smiling.."Welcome Aboard Mam"..were his first words!!!! Ahh!!! I was holding my breath..standing speechless..couldn't even say a "Thank you Dear..oops..Sir" Well...I had to grab my seat because people behind me started becoming restless.Damn It!!

The flight journey was beautiful..thanks to that handsome guy!! I showed my affection towards him by writing down his name in the Appreciation list of the Feedback form of the airways.

We landed in Chennai..our driver was waiting with a board,"Welcome,Mr.Dinesh Kapoor(my dad's name)" It really feels like a VIP when somebody waits for you with a board to welcome you...all thanks due to the travel agent.While we were travelling down the clean and green roads of Chennai,I observed something quite strange to me...people hung banana leaves on the sides of their cars and slobbered the glass panes with "chandan" powder.Later I realised that it is considered as holy and was a part of the on-going festival "Ayudha pooja"..Blame Kiran if something is wrong with the name of the festival...oh by the way,Kiran is my friend who made me realise this.
Everything was going smoothly and nicely..however,like a Hindi film,..there was a twist in the tale awaiting us...as soon as we stopped by our Hotel,it made me scream "Shit!!do u call this a 3 star hotel???" The hotel room seemed like a bhoot bangla..with 3 cots and foul smelling bed sheets,torn pillow covers,extremely unhygienic bathroom ...eeew!!! did I mention there was no soap at all??? and that the bathroom towels had a dirty red stain just similar to what you see near a "pan wala shop" and yeah,they presented something to us which they called "Sambhar dosa"..ahmm ahmm...well,I could see a looooooooooooooooong hair in the sambhar and the stale onions in dosa made me feel like puking out.and yeah,much before we could even dare to touch the "food",we were slapped with a "here's the bill".Some how we managed to escape out for the evening.Since,I am a snake-lover,we went to the snake park and I was really thrilled to see how a person dared to stand right in the centre of a group of 7-8 snakes and pick them up and toss them up in the sky. We took some time out to go to the famous Marina beach,which is known to be the second longest beach in the world.Since,it holds so much importance,I assumed it to be glamoured up with nice restaurants and lovely "nariyal-pani walas" .However,to my surprise,I did not find anything lovely. The water slashed the shore with plastic bottles,coke cans,lays wrappers and what not...yeah..definitely straws and the "nariyal" itself floating joyfully.And not to forget,the yucky smell of the fish and they prepared it in the dirtiest way they could.I wished I had a "perfumed handkerchief".

Ah wel...decided to return to the "bhoot bangla" again as it was getting dark.Since our taxi-driver betrayed us,we had to take a bus to travel down to the unknown street of the unknown world. When we got down,I was shocked to death to see something..an old man was shouting at the top of his voice while he was hitting a lady with a "laathi" and to the irony..he was a policeman..is that the behaviour people show to women in Chennai?? Hey,did I forget...I was the only gal wearing a jeans and a T shirt in the bus while all other gals were dressed up in typical suits.... people were staring at me as if I was doing the "malika sherawat scene of the film-murder"...gosh!!! I wish I could slap each one of them..


Damn...it was the worst day I have ever spent in a city...thankfully..we had our flight next day itself.

Ahh...finally I was happy that nightmare ended...but inside...I was so scared that this shouldn't repeat in Andaman. As I boarded the flight,I was waiting for another handsome guy...but yeah...we don't have so many handsome guys in India...lolz...
And we landed in Port Blair,the city was beautiful...as scene from the aerial view...at least looked much better than Chennai and Delhi...because of its lush green land area.We landed and again saw a guy holding a board...but this time I had my fingers crossed because I dint want the hotel to be a bhoot bangla again...that too in a "jungle". The first question we asked him was.."Hi,how are you?" ...mainly to make sure that at least he speaks English because none of the Chennai mates understood our Hindi language.And that holy fellow replied,"Namaste,I am good...aap kaise ho?

And I was like "Damn!!!!!! he understands both the language" I was overjoyed. Because when you come out of storm,the first ray of hope makes you dance out of joy and pleasure.We were told that we have to go to Havelock Island first.We had few words with our travel agent.He came to know our night mare...he assured us that this wont follow up in Andaman.


But my fingers were still crossed.






Well..Havelock Island is located few miles away from Port Blair. So we took a ferry to reach there,as it is the only means of transport available there. I met the Captain of the ferry and was having a light conversation with him when he invited me to see the deck of the ship.I followed him and was happy to meet the sailor who helped in the Tsunami rescue operation.As I was approaching the island,my heart started beating faster out of excitement and enthusiasm.As I came out of the deck to have a better view of the island,I saw a queue of people waiting to "rush into" the deck. And they asked me,"whats inside"..I just said..."see for urself!!!"....ahh Were they hoping to see a salsa inside the deck???????

And I guess...the Captain got so pissed off by the long queue of visitors that he had to actually lock the door from inside!!! poor Fellow!!

We finally reached the hotel..oops cottage...thats what we have in Havelock island..and I was really stunned!!!! It was a magnificent room made by wood.Everything that we could see around there showed so much of creativity..the bed,the cupboard,the table,the curtains,the window,the lamp... the Manager told that they made it themselves with the help of local craftsmen...and I said..Wow!!! man...people from here need to move out to the cities to show their talent.

And then it was dinner time.We were asked to remove shoes before entering the restaurant area because they consider their eating place as "sacred".And yeah,everything in the restaurant area was also made by "local hands". We ordered a dish of fish,....I was expecting them to make a delicious dinner for us looking at the talent that they showed in the furniture.They brought the dish,I took a spoon of it...and felt .."Awesome!!! that was the best dish I have ever had!!!" what an aroma!!! truly amazing!!! I was so happy to taste this after the scary "sambhar" in Chennai.

The next morning...we rose early to go to the beach which was just 15 footsteps away from our cottage.What a beach!!!! Crystal clear water with white shiny sand...simply heavenly.... We went to the famous Radha Nagar beach in the late afternoon which is known for its amazingly clean coastline and superb shiny water..I had my best time there. While going back,we had an elephant ride and then it was time to go back ......as we were walking down the woods.......... I exclaimed..".HEY!!!! STOP!!! Did I actually step on the snake????"...... It was the first time I saw a snake right in front of me without any bars or cage....luckily I didnt step on that and saved my family as well...it slithered by quietly.....

It was time to go to the local market.The shops were not made with cemented roofs or walls...rather had thatched roofs and people just hung out from it coz it cud hardly accommodate one person. then we saw a shop which was so different from others...unlike others,it didnt have any "lays stuff,coke,bhaaji(vegetables) or music cassettes(yeah...these people still use cassettes)" Infact,I could spot a coconut shell hanging out from one of the hooks..It attracted me!!! Well..definitely it was meant to...the shop had everything made out of shell and coconut...be it anything...show pieces...earings..bracelets...necklaces..glass...cup...plates...bangles... and yeah..the most important thing is THE SHOPKEEPER MADE THEM HIMSELF...how much of effort he had put in was clear from the dark circles under his eyes...and he claimed himself to be the "most hard working person of India"..well...I think ...he deserved it!!! Hats off to this man!!! We did some Rs.2000 shopping from him...that obviously included my ear rings and bangles...

Well...I think trip to such a place is incomplete without watching their "jinga-la-la" dance.It was getting very dark and I couldnt spot any of those events yet.I was just praying to catch a glimpse of that when I could hear few people shouting and dancing with all sorts of drums and sticks ...running towards us..Actually,they were not running towards us..we were standing in the middle of the road.I was so happy..that I finally witnessed the dance.I was still in my thoughts..when a strange looking man got down from his strange vehicle and came running towards me reciting his "jinga-la-la" stuff so loudly and making weired expressions.I was so scared...he came closer and handed me a big leaf in which there was some stuff which they call as "prasad"....I was still not able to make out what happened when the shopkeeper shouted..."hey!! thats the 'prasad'...you are so lucky he handed over to you.." And I was like..prasad???lucky???"handed over"????uh uh...uh ok!! probably they call it" handing over" the prasad...which appeared to me more like "scaring away with the prasad"

I kept thinking about the hard working shopkeeper while we were going back to the cottage...theres so much of talent in our villages and remote areas...we must do something to bring them to the limelight and give them the proper platform...oderwise...it may die localised...

Next morning.....It was day to go back to Port Blair in the same ferry we came...we were told that in the whole day,,only one or two ferries come and go.I was surprised...and yeah...there is only one road in the entire Havelock Island.So everything is located on the same road.

Back to Port Blair...we were escorted to the best hotel of the city...it was so beautiful..and our room faced the sea..so it was extra peaceful.We got ready and went to the Aquarium where I didnt find anything special except the Rock fish(I couldnt spot in untill I guy standing just close by me started shouting its name to his mom) and the Bone Structure of a Blue whale(which was too big to ignore). Then we went to the place about which I had been dreaming of...The CENTRAL JAIL ...damn...the way it was written...!!! speechless to say anything about that....just one thought ran through my mind..".if I was one of those prisoners...this board itself would have forced me to commit suicide.!!!"

Anyways,there was more to the jail than just the board...the best part was its building...it had tower in between and 7 branches emerged out from it.And the aerial view of the building gave all these branches a "radius" kind of look.

I saw the jail cells where they were kept but the most painful one was the "phaansi" where these people were actually hung.In the night,there was the light and sound show in the Jail itself ...everything was made dark..there was one central small light at the top of the tower and Amrish Puri's recording....well ...theres a tree in the jail..right there at the entrance which has been there since the land was a part of the jungle...so the tree had been personified with Amrish Puri's voice and narrates its experience of being a part of the jungle,seeing the fertile land convert into jail and then witnessing the tortures on the prisoners...that was so beautifully dramatized that the sound effect itself was capable of triggering every body's heart and rolling a tear down their cheeks.I could see everyone wiping off their tears when entire lights were put on.

I was so moved by the sacrifices they made...

The next day we were scheduled to what is called as the Ross Island...where the British Offices had been located.Also seen were the apartments of Britishers(overhauled by the tree roots and shrubs...govt did little to preserve them)..an Old Church(once a Church) and yeah ...something of my interest...a graveyard...and here's something I did...I waited till everybody went away and nobody was in sight..and rushed into the graveyard..banging the door as hard as I could..and started looking here and there until I found the oldest grave and stood beside it ...just to experience any supernatural character if I could....but unfortunately,I couldn't.

Also,we went to snorkeling...its basically looking under water with special glasses while your body is still floating on the surface and head dips in the surface. The view of underwater corals,fishes and life form was really marvellous...I was actually in the sea watching fishes and corals with no fear of snakes,sharks or crocodiles!!!.

Hey,do u know?A girl travelling in India and not being molested is just not possible...well,I was no exception!!!Well..if u ask where...here..while snorkeling........

Well....I just gathered few of the best memories of my life..and obviously tasted the worst Sambhar in this trip...but the trip was really a wonderful one..and a perfect one for the newly married!!!Ahhhh!!!!!!!!!! What a trip and yeah...I found answers to my questions...

1.The food was not eew!!..it was yummy!!!

2.Water is not black...it makes the skin go darker...I could clearly see the difference in my skin

3.Yeah,...theres a full network support...Airtel rocks!!

4.People look like those from Kerala,Bangladesh,Kolkata and Tamil Nadu..they have come from these places only
5.They are literate and understand English and Hindi very well.

(un)United States of India

"INDIA can be a superpower by 2050".

As soon as we read this headline,a gut feeling runs down our heart..and we start feeling prouder for our country.We feel each of our contribution to the homeland is definitely helping her to head towards her goal of becoming the world leader and that as we approach 2050,we could clearly outline India as the superpower of the emerging world.But is this just an icing on the cake or is India really on her mark for the "World's Superpower Race"?

Well,"replacing" USA's current position is what we see as our goal.But do you think we really analysed its meaning?
UNITED States of America...the name itself shows their unity and each individual in the country proves it.They recognize themselves as one country..and not as part of a state or city.Ever heard of communal riots among people of different states in USA? Atleast I havent.Blame me to be ignorant if you have ever heard of it.And how about India?....guys...people have written a whole book on it...Maharashta calls himself "Jai Maharashtra"....Tamil Nadu hates to see Hindi speaking people...people in Punjab are all set for Khalistaan..Eastern states have their own story to say..hey!!! did I forget the legendary Jammu and Kashmir?...where even the people dont want to be known as Indians..
Leave that..come to individual level..how many of us have refrained from making fun of people from Bihar,whom we 'fondly' call as "Bihar ke Bhaiye".How many of us have never commented on our South Indian buddy for his "weired language" and his Mom's "gajra" and "sarees"?Seeing a sardar or a sikh,who has not made fun of his "gutti" or the most famous "baarah baj gaye" stuff.....
We intially start it with a mere prank or joke on another community and gradually it is streotyped to a particular community..Though communal riots are provoked by the politicans and religious "mahatma"..but the root lies here....deep within US.Come on guys,we need to grow up,we need to rise above the boundaries of states and cities

We must identify ourselves as one nation...as united states...as United States of India... The problem of poverty,corruption,economic crisis,population explosion,etc are all secondary...

.the need of the hour lies in realizing the dream of our freedom fighters i.e. to see India as a united nation

And United States of India is definitely the world's superpower...beyond doubt!!!