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The fate of your life is your choice and no one else gets a vote.

— Maulik Doshi

¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†Winston Churchill had once said, ‚ÄúThe best argument against democracy is a five-minute conversation with the average voter.‚ÄĚ – Democracy – Something which we always learnt as “Government of the people, for the people and by the people”. However, if we go through the statistics in India about voting, you will hardly see our Democracy sufficing the third condition – ‘by the people’, for if you see the percentage of voting turnover, it will put you to shame if you ever stuck to what you always had an image of yourself in your mind, ‘of a responsible citizen’.

      We always get a national holiday when a day is to be decided for Vote. Whereas in some areas of India, goons will rule the poll booth and threaten people if they vote against their leader and in some areas where Gunda-Raj (Mafioso Rule) is not there, affluent Рeducated and those people who are mentally competent to select a better leader will go for vacations with family or party at home. These apparently are the sad state of affairs and it is not really the rulers who are at fault for being corrupt, it is the fault of citizens for being so irresponsible.

¬† ¬† ¬†Past 10 years have been full of Scams – from Telgi’s Stamp Paper Scam to UP military land Scam, Wheat Scam to Adarsh Housing Scam, Commonwealth Scam to ISRO Scam, 2G Spectrum Scam to the current IPL Match Fixing Scandal Fiasco, we have always cursed the Government. When there were issues about MIG planes having outdated machinery to when 26/11 – the most horrendous terrorist attack on Financial Capital of Mumbai happened and Police force had no good quality bullet proof jackets or proper ammunition, to december, 2012 – Delhi Rape incident and Government’s evident inability to take action, what every citizen of India has done is – Either Crib about Government, walk and protest on roads with friends and flags and black bands and hoardings, write hate blog posts and give hate speeches and tweets and when in 2014, there shall come a time to Vote, people will again start planning a trip or a party. Everyone in this country will adore Tata Tea’s ‘Jaago re’ initiative but no one would stand up and get their Election Card processed.

¬† ¬†What I mean to say is, this is what “WARNING SIGNS” are !! This could probably be the reason why Emma Goldman had once said, ‚ÄúIf voting changed anything, they’d make it illegal.” It is a situation where your body is not functioning well and you are terribly unwell. You will crib about it, cry in pain, won’t sleep in distress but won’t go to the Doctor. Why don’t we vote? Why do we ignore that each scam, each inability of Government, each unattended issue and each trouble that is faced by Citizen of India is a result of our laziness? Our inability of not doing proper research before voting? our problem of not going to Vote and let the goons dominate the unprivileged sections to vote in their favour only to extend their rule and their rights to trouble every good citizen?

¬† ¬†¬†One of the flyers during US presidential elections read, “If you don’t vote, you can’t complain – Get Out, Go Vote, Be Heard !!”

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Source: Facebook

Take notice of these warning signs, you mister and Vote if you are above 18 years of age after thorough research and buy yourself an effective leader. Effective and nice leader is no myth or fiction, you have seen great leaders in world. The problem with India is INDIANS themselves. Some of the top reasons on why should you vote if above texts did not convince you:-

  • Voting is a way to speak your mind and let your voice be heard!¬†Your vote is your voice. When we vote, we are actually telling elected officials and lawmakers how we feel about education, public safety, social security, health care, and other important issues.
  • One voice, one vote really does count!¬†Remember: there is power in numbers, and when we vote and get our family members to
    vote, we can truly make a difference. If you don’t vote for what you believe in, others will and you may not like the outcome.
  • Our children are depending on us to represent their voices too!¬†Because our children can‚Äôt vote, we have to do it for them. That‚Äôs how we make our concerns about schools, safety, housing, and other issues heard. When we vote, we are looking out for our kids, and their futures.
  • Voting changes communities!¬†Do you ever wonder why one neighborhood gets passed over for things it needs, while another seems to get it all? One big reason is voting. When we vote, we can get results that we can actually see.
  • Vote to effect change!¬†It was through elections that we voted in officials who were champions for civil rights. Voting is our chance to make a difference in our own lives and within the world.
  • Believe it or not, voting is a way of honoring our history!¬†As long as our country has existed, there have been people who didn’t ¬†want us to vote. There were several freedom fighters that stood up for the right to vote. Well, those times may seem ancient, but there are still people today who don‚Äôt want us to vote. It‚Äôs now our¬†turn to stand up and vote to preserve the honor of those who went before us.
  • Last but not least, because it gives you credibility!¬†Often times, we voice our concerns to elected officials, but if we aren’t voting, our concerns may not matter at all to them. Voting can actually give you the credibility to make your concerns a top priority for legislators.

So the moral of the story is … GO VOTE for INDIA GENERAL ELECTIONS, 2014

This post is initiated for Indiblogger’s Colgate Contest of “So the moral of the story is … “

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‚ÄúParents are like God because you wanna know they’re out there, and you want them to think well of you, but you really only call when you need something.‚Ä̬†
¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†‚Äē¬†Chuck Palahniuk,¬†Invisible Monsters

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It was a hard day, I returned home from work the same time my parents returned home from a wedding. I was exhausted sitting in front of the computer the whole day long, finalizing a report whereas my parents were exhausted with 2 day back to back functions followed by wedding and reception as it normally happens in any Indian Wedding. As soon as we entered house, my mom asked me if I had food and I said, I did not get time and went in the room to change. When I came out, I saw my father crashing to bed while my mom entered kitchen and started cooking for me, for she did not want me to sleep hungry. I asked her to go and sleep and that I will have chips, but she would not sleep before I ate a proper meal. Not that she waited till I finished my dinner, she even washed utensils, put all the clothes in a bucket, arranged clothes and saw if ironed clothes are there for tomorrow, did her usual chore for food that is to be prepared tomorrow and then went to sleep.

Such are moms, SuperMoms as my title reads, full of strength and full of love. Even if they would have had more work, had toiled more, would see to it that every member of family is adhered to and taken care of, and then will give herself rest. That night, I felt really bad but all I could do from next time after work to help her is, help in washing utensils at night, and I give up. There are days when I feel routine has consumed me, I feel gloomy and think there is no purpose to life, I yearn for innovation and then I see mom, doing same thing since years and yet not bored, always happy and cheerful, always active and even if she has fever, she would move about the way as if nothing has happened.

Yesterday evening when I checked my mail, I found a mail from Blogadda to write on “Tribute to Mom” as a part of Mother’s Day celebration. The starting lines read “We cannot have enough of Mother’s love! 24 hours are never enough to make our mothers feel special and express our gratitude.”, and these lines are so true. I took a night to think on what can I exactly write for her? About those days when Dad was hospitalized, she would stay in hospital and take care of her, go to office and see if the work gets done, see to it that I get proper food as my exams were on and pack lunch box for my sister, yet do it with such perfection and in the best of way as though nothing has really happened or about those days when I was in my primary school and was scared of lizards entering home, so she would stay awake with me at night so that I can study (Yes, I had a habit of night studies since 3rd grade or so) without fear. About those time when she would sacrifice her sweet or her favourite dish for her kids loved it a lot, to those days when financial situation was bleak and she will handle the house in the best possible way at the least amount of money. If I have to record what she does, from a Super Housemaker, to a BusinessWoman in need, to a learnt teacher, to a charismatic representative of the house; Moms are unbeatable.

Dictionary¬†may fall short of the words to describe your greatness, as one of Sooraj Barjatiya movie had these lines, “Dharti pe roop ma-baap ka us vidhata ki pehchaan hai”,¬†to those lines in a song from the movie Biwi No. 1, “O Sai Ram, Tujhse pehle lunga apne mummy daddy ka naam” and the epic, “Mere paas bangla hai, gaadi hai … etc etc etc …, Tumhare paas kya hai?; “Mere paas maa hai” dialogue, Moms have always been something, a normal synonym for greatness can’t describe.

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Source: Google Images

Happy Mother’s Day Mom ūüėÄ

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‚ÄúIt is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.‚Ä̬†
¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†‚Äē¬†Jiddu Krishnamurti

¬†In one of the incidents narrated by my father, he told me about his distant cousin whose both the Kidneys had failed. When he was taken for operation, he saw all the dissecting instruments kept on the table of the Operation Theatre. Looking at the sharp objects and so many instruments just prior to operation, he developed a high fear in fright and Doctors had to abandon operation for that. In a week, he died as operation couldn’t be conducted because of his fever not receding down at any cost.

         Recently, when my father was operated for a blockage in one of the biggest hospitals of Mumbai after a failed operation in an average hospital. He gave me a distinction between both the hospitals and their healthcare. While the previous Hospital had a decent Operation Theatre, in spite of heavy charges, they also had Cockroaches roaming inside his twin sharing patient room. He told me how a medicine was prescribed to him and when his body did not accept it for Diabetes or other problems, they checked then and changed and again a new dost started causing him extreme heat in body and aches in joints.

In the new hospital, where a huge surgery was performed for he was told that the previous hospital just relied on Sonography and operated whereas such blocks require many other tests like Uroflowmetry, RGU X-Ray, etc, he was so mesmerized with Operation Theatre. He did not even see a single instrument in his entire 5 hour operation out of which 4 hours he was sedated with Anesthesia. He told me about his first day, when junior doctors came, took a sample of his blood and tested in Test-Tubes. When my dad asked him about what they were doing, they said, they are testing if a particular medicine is allergic to you or not. He was so impressed. He just knew by then that he is going to be fit and fine soon. The rooms were clean, Sanitizers were provided to him, he surely had a luxurious stay at almost the same cost of previous hospital. Today, after 5-6 months of misery, he is fine and ready to resume his routine.

¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†This is what Modern Health Care is all about. How it gives hope to a certain patient who is already wary of his own disease, pains and fears. Modern Healthcare touches life surely as they not only care about a patient’s well being in medical operation terms but also at aesthetic and comfort levels. In the first story, the poor guy died our of fear rising from dissection instruments, whereas when my Dad was admitted in a better hospital, he saw none of the instruments till the day of his discharge when he was handed over the bill of Operation Theatre which consisted a list of instruments used. Where one of the hospital, though average, but renowned with decent interiors had Cockroaches moving in the room, in the next hospital, not even a fly was visible anywhere. Where in first hospital he was told what issues he had, he wasn’t exactly explained the problem and only the tests whose technology was available within Hospital Premises were considered, whereas in the next hospital, he was asked to go elsewhere and get the tests done too, along with Doctors explaining him through Audio Visual, Drawings and Models as to what problems he had and what causes it. He was shocked when he consulted Doctor of this hospital because he had no clear picture of what problem exactly was when he was in previous hospital. The Doctors also conducted different surgeries giving him more pain and injected him different medicines to finally come to the one which suited him while the next hospital only injected him with apt medicine after thorough research using his blood samples.

The Charges were almost same for both the hospitals, whereas one hospital escalated charges by trying new medicines every now and then for their previous try went in vain, I am not even talking about agony what my dad felt at such an irresponsible practice which could have endangered his life, also because of the many days that he had to stay there as recovery took time. Charges were more for the effective, successful operation in the next hospital, but did not escalate unnecessarily as medicines were apt, and also the stay was brief.

At present when, everyday is challenged with a new deformity or disease, Modern HealthCare is very important to adapt, for it not only enhances internal health but also boosts overall health of a patient.

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Source: Google Images

Apollo Hospitals has consistently led game-changing developments in healthcare. It has always brought to people the latest innovations in key medical specialties on par with the West. Be it preventive health check-ups, robotic surgeries or transplants, Apollo Hospitals has always believed in the sheer joy of living a stress-free life without having to worry about health.

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This post, although exclusive for Apollo Hospital’s Contest listed with Indiblogger on “How Modern HealthCare touch lives”, is a true account of what happened with two people mentioned in the post.


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“I was too young to notice,

that the man who gave me a chocolate, was not Santa Clause”

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Dear God,

You must be already knowing who I am, and so, may be, I don’t need any introduction. I thought of visiting you, but I never got a chance to move out of my dorm, and the only time I did go out, my masters never left my hand that I could go anywhere else.

I don’t have more time now, I am weak, I am going to die soon. Two weeks back, when I was very weak, and kept having¬†diarrhea, some man in a white coat had come to examine me, he took my blood and left. I clearly remember the time, 3:09pm, when he left, because after that time, I have not got a single morsel of food. However, they gave me water, but that too, was dirty. As if, it was an obligation for them. My master had said,¬†“Saale ko AIDS hai, marne do, ab kuch kaam ka nahi”,¬†when the guard pleaded him to provide me food. He had seen me crying, struggling, licking my sweaty arms to quench my thirst after the jar of dirty water was done.

I am writing to you, precisely because I want to request you to not make me human the next time you plan to send me back to earth. It is very painful to be one. It was painful when they sent me to some dirty people who inserted something back, which pained a lot. It bleed, it had bruises which were though tended nicely by my Master, but before it could heal, some other Man would again practice same on me. I had stitches also, it gave me more pain when I went to excrete my wastes. I asked him to get me something to reduce this pain, but he would apply a cream which burnt and gave double the pain than relief and eventually, I decided to mitigate suffering by not complaining.

As the years went, and I turned an adolescent from a child, more dirty tricks were played on me. They used to ask me to dress on wierd clothes which they provided me, and asked me to dance, by touching their bodies.¬†They used to burn my skin by their cigarette tips and used to laugh when I cried. Some people were more dangerous. They used to hit me, or insert foreign objects in my body and laugh. I used to cry to my Master to not send me to such people, but he always told me, “You are been bought by me, and so, you need to do all this. If you won’t, I won’t earn and you will die hungry”. I was too scared or dumb to realize that hunger was a better death than this.¬†

I once asked my Master,¬†“where are those people who used to take me to Garden, feed me candies, and send me school? Where are Aai-baba?”¬†and he simply replied, that they only sent me here. I started hating my parents too, until yesterday, when my the guard, of my dorm, told me that a man who worked in my father’s shop, had tried to rape my mother, for which, my father removed him from work, and filed a case. That man pleaded him that he has served him for 15 years and he should be spared, but my dad did not listen and he was imprisoned for 6 years. I was 2 by then and did not remember all this. He told me, that he had offered me a chocolate when I was just out of my school¬†(I clearly remember this incident, it still remains fresh in my memory. How he, offered me chocolate, and next when I woke up, I was on his shoulders wrapped by a thick black shawl. I was too terrified to shout, and didn’t realise who was carrying me. I was then given to some man in white attire and long beard, who had two servants who injected me again. I clearly remember those 15 minutes I spent on someone’s shoulder, for then, my life has been total darkness)¬†and then he told me, how I was sold to Master, and that I am here like many other children, who are kept in separate dorms and are not allowed to meet.

I miss my parents. I don’t know how they must be feeling. Today, I turn 17 years old, as my Guard had wished me in the morning. I don’t even know what is the date. But I am sure, I won’t see tomorrow. And that is the very reason, I asked Guard to give me a pen and a paper, for I wanted to request you to not make a human again.¬†I hope letter reaches you, and that Master doesn’t tear it, like he has done to everything that I have written before.

Yours unloved and unnamed.

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“Child abuse and flesh trade of children is still prevalent in our country. The entire lives of poor souls who are meant to play goes in suffering, Together we shall fight this evil and award the most harsh punishment to the one involved in this”

This post is part of the contest A picture can say a thousand words.. on WriteUpCafe.com

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This post has been featured in my old blog and I have won runner up prize for the writeupcafe contest ūüėÄ