What would Independence Mean to you? The Independent Indian?

Well, today was a wild wild day! Visited a group where some Pakistanis were out and out taking our case..Then there was another page where, some of our very own people were happily taking our own case..

So, well my fellow comrades, Happy Independence to you..!!

:D

I wonder, what does Independence mean to you? I asked this to many a people..and these were, some of the replies!

1. Sonia Gandhi is out of the country for surgery. Manmohan Singh could never feel more INDEPENDENT :)

2. 'If i plan to do justice to my surname.' :P - Prashant Mantri

3. 'what Gandhi ji "was"... Anna Hazare "is" !!

  Kal se congress govt. ki aisi ki bum taisi...' Aur kya chahiye Independent hone ke liye! ;)

4. If Ramdev and Sonia go on a date...ermm..For a discussion I mean! ;)

5. Manmohan Singh gets the strongest PM alive award..

6. Past: Sau me assi beiman fir bhi mera Bharat mahaan.

Now: Agar hota sau me bees me iman to hota mera Bharat mahaan ...Optimism or Pessimism ur take.' -Pratik Dasgupta

7. The Independent Indian- the one who forgets what he did for others n forgives what others did to him...

But, the worm does turn from time to time. ;)  Eos Cullen

8. A Sunny Deol prototype uprooting every hand pump in Pakistan/ Sarthak

9. The Independent Indian is -Who believes in Bhai-chara, mil-baant k khaaye.#Corruption

10. Indian - One who always wants to go to "Amreeka" !!

11. the one who finds 'jugaad' everywhere.

12. A person who loves Gandhiji's principles................

...But still want 2 Kill Kasab # IndianHeart

:)

I feel, Indian is

I - I will

N- never

D- die widout 

I- Inspiring 

A- another

N- nation

Are you an Independent Indian? I'd say

Don't curse the system but follow the true meaning of independence

(In) india

(depends) on

(E)lection of (N)on (C)orrupt 

(E)lectorats..

BUT,

Without moral and intellectual independence, there is no anchor for national independence..

Happy Independence nonetheless..

;)

India-Pakistan, Independence for whom?

Sixty-Five years of being an Independent nation, Sixty five years of the Partition..
Sixty-five years of being separated from our fellow-men in Bangladesh and Pakistan.
I woke up and saw the flag hoisting..Sang the National anthem, like any other proud Indian, and then saw Manmohan Singh, the Prime Minister of India, and the present veiled the pride and valor, and in its place, came a feeling of Disgust and Shame.
I opened Facebook and went on a particular page called Urdu and was shocked to see the profile picture..

A day ago, I posted on my friend's wall who lives in Lahore, to wish him and Pakistan a very happy independence day. I congratulated the creation of two strong emerging nations, Pakistan and India even though the Partition was painful. I am proud about the two nations, the way they are tackling situations of conflicts.

But to demean any one of them..either India or Pakistan, is not fair.. Why disrespect anyone at all? Kashmir is a very sensitive issue. It isn't about what you want or what I want..It is about what Kashmir wants. And History determines that. Not you or me.







ek dusre se mohabbat hi asli jeet hai..asli gurrooor hai.. kkya aapne kabhi hindi padhne i..samajhne ki taqalooff ki? kya bharat ke sanskriti ka lihaaz kia?

Urdu ka janam is dharti pe hi toh hua tha..yeh bharatiya nahi.. History..itihaas gawa hai is baat ki!

Itna ghamand kyu? aur haiun bhi toh fir wo is tareeke se jisse kisi aur ko thes pahunche??

Mai ek insaan hu aur mera dharm..meri insaaniyat hai.. Insaan ban jaiye janaab, jaat paat baad me padhte padhaate rahiye ga!

Happy Independence day to all my fellow Indians and Pakistanis.. We are all one. Believe me








I do not understand why some Pakistanis feel that what happens in Kashmir is their business? And if they are so keen, then why don't they have problems with how Maoists feel or how people down South want Telangana?


It is shameful that because of some people, people of Pakistan(HolyLand) are misunderstood.


I request to all my fellow-men across the borders, We respect you and we want to co-exist peacefully. No Prejudices.

R.I.P. Shammi Kapoor Sir!

This day shall be remembered with heavy sighs and silent remembrances. Shamsher Kapoor or better known as Shammi Kapoor breathed his last today, and left us all bereft of one of the most finest of actors, the Indian film industry has ever been embellished with.

It reminds me of this little girl watching his movie, Kashmir ki Kali with the utmost concentration. A sheepish smile on her face and her cheeks, tinted with a red blush, eyes big and wide. The song starts, Yeh chand sa roshan chehra..

And she grins.. And travels to another world. To a land where there is Asha-Rafi's voice, Shammi's madness and the beauty of Sharmila, Geeta Bali and many others. She imagines herself to be in place of Sharmila in the song, cajoling and sailing in the boats with Shammi, as he goes about praising her beauty in ways that drives her mad as well.
The teasing smile, those deep deer-eyed expressions, the body language and the Music in his body, along with the music, defines the word ROMANCE most beautifully.

The girl fell in love with the zeal, the madness of Shammi Kapoor. As she grew up, he became her inspiration. Creativity, Expression, Romance, meant Shammi Kapoor. It was only Micheal Jackson whose Performing streak appealed to her, but only after Shammi, of course.

Then she got the opportunity to dance on one of his songs, in a Teacher's day celebration. She fought with her friends, her teachers, went berserk. From choreography to costume- all was decided in just One Day! And that performance was her best ever, till date. She played the part of Shammi Kapoor.Nothing else mattered to her. Badan pe sitaare.. was the song..

Looking at the Youtube videos of him shaking a leg, was her favorite escapade. People called her crazy. She knew her inspiration. And she loved it. Because He loved it. Never did she come to know that Shammi was suffering from a Renal Failure, something that has no cure, but only regular treatments. Shammi Kapoor was one person, who never disclosed it aloud either. He was always seen to be pumped with energy, zest and a passion that surmounted all other barriers to Living Life.

Today, you are physically no more with us Shammi Sir. But your aura shall be omnipresent. You inspired that little girl to go crazy! To Live, to Love and to Believe. Your personality shall always be my inspiration, for all times to come.

I am proud to say, that I am that little girl. Its disheartening that I could not see you once. It was a secret wish, I had. Even when I went to Mumbai, I heard that you were in the hospital, but no one knew why! But how would have I known! You never showed how frail you had become, how Life was playing a game of tug-and -war with your passion. How you fought till the last.. But, your life lies Testimony Sir. I respect you even more. Love you, even more.

I shall meet you, I have to. I will. But before we meet, I want you to know that I shall continue the legacy of craziness you've left behind. I won't fear Life, or Death..Happiness or Strife..Good or Evil.
I will make you proud of me, and prove to the world, The Power of Craziness.

Rest In Peace Sir.
Amen.

The Legend- Shamsher Raj Kapoor

 

October 21, 1931-August 14, 2011

For more about him, please see the following links,

- http://www.theindiadaily.com/legendary-actor-shammi-kapoor-dies/
- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shammi_Kapoor

Its Okay!

A time not too long ago, I felt that the world was crashing down at my feet.
That life couldn't get worse and it would be better if I died instead.
And then Mumbai happened to me!

Planned upon a sudden trip to Mumbai within a day. Tickets arranged, bag packed, I left this miserly world of mine. And as I felt the salty air in Mumbai, I was greeted by a burst of steady showers. My kind of weather.. Brought a big broad smile on my face.

And as I started befriending the city, it enveloped me into its craziness and like the flow, I immersed..into the craziness. I stood at the Promenade, facing the sea, looking at the un-marked horizon and made me realise that End is Nothing. It is as far as you can see.

I'd felt Love before. But when it ended, I never thought I'd love again. But I learnt,
Love is as simple and as complicated as we make it to be.

Love touched me. I felt love in every moment. Every peck, every hug and every time I heard Love, I believed it. This was the same girl, who'd thought she could never Love again.. Probably she won't love like she did before. But she would Love.. most definitely!

Life..Thank you for meeting me..once again!