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DAY 2377


Jalsa, Mumbai               Oct 18/19,  2014               Sat/Sun  12:48 am


From the darkness of the night and the terror of uncertain life … from the devastation in the surround .. from the shrieks and cries of help … from the imbedded streets and buildings and vehicles under rapids of food water .. from lives lost, to lives of destruction … from the fear of survival, to the succour of brave hearts .. from humanity to humans .. from beyond the bindings of caste and creed and religious and social bias … from the meagre to the remote sources of help …

Rose many a brave … un concerned and un cared for in their own, but determined to bring those under threat of eventual perishment, to safety and secure locations .. providing them basics of food and water and a space to lay down .. one man, but many like him .. saved 5000 to 6000 lives … they are the true heroes of our great nation .. 

They left their own to save others whom they had never met or known .. they worked for days without food or rest .. without any care for self .. just an instinct  within to serve those in need selflessly ..

We honoured one such on our KBC .. Waseem Raja … a young man with a young wife and two tiny children … travelled to the call of his friend some 5 kms away when he heard they were in trouble because of the devastating flood waters that were rising at rapid speed, inundating houses, buildings vehicles streets … everything that came nature’s way … searched for a boat somehow and clinging on to the overhead power wires pulled his little life support shikara to bring thousands of stranded families helpless and without hope from the roof tops of their homes …

Stories of bravery by the Sikh community and their Gurudwaras that opened up their gates for free ‘langars’ and the Masjid’s that became relief areas for those stranded to rest and be in safe regions .. of one particular Sardar, who removed his turban and binding it to those struggling against the waters, pulled them out of trouble .. of tearing his turban up to bandage a bleeding survivor .. the turban the most sacred apparel of the Sikh’s .. but put to use for the good of humanity .. 

The Army the forces and their relief operations, bringing food and material from the air, patrolling the streets in rubber dingy’s to save lives, flying them to secure regions, opening relief camps with medical facilities ..

I do not know where they get the strength from in such conditions … the human is a rare species … it is never aware of its capacity .. its potential .. its power ..

When used and utilised for the right cause can truly ‘move mountains’ ..

We stand in silence for those that lost their loved ones .. and silently too salute those that saved the lost ..





Amitabh Bachchan 

DAY 2372 


Sopaan, New Delhi          Oct 13, 2014           Mon  9:46 pm

Sleep deprived but anxious about the work for the day, I venture out into the brisk October of this city where almost a lifetime was spent .. spent in the glory of the early recognition of what a metropolis looked and felt like after coming out of a then relatively smaller Allahabad. The days at Sherwood in Nainital and the coming home after long boarding school from the hills .. and then the conversion to University and the sudden independence from school mastered regularity and discipline .. 

Following all this was the delightful days in College and the galaxy of new friends and becoming a part of their lives and living .. the finals in the Univ, those days of intense but scattered study .. and the results and the disappointment of failure and the chance to improve through a complimentary within few weeks and success .. the frustrations of job seeking and then finally the decision to shift to Calcutta, now Kolkata .. and the first job, the first pay, the first independent lodging and so many other luxuries of an executive in a managing agency, with that glowing salary of 400 odd rupees a month, with tax cuts and lodging coming down to just about 300 for the entire month !!

But that is a long and different story ..

Allahabad, then Delhi and Kolkata and now Mumbai .. that more or less has covered most of the country leaving aside the South, which became home after joining the Industry and the various films that we made there ..

Each city has given me something special. I cannot truly belong to one in that sense .. but yes Mumbai, now home for the maximum number of years is where we settled in ..

Yet .. whenever there is the opportunity and the chance visit to either, there is still that feel of the years spent .. its like time never moved .. the infrastructure did .. not us and our minds .. and that has been a fascinating observation .. for me at least .. as I am sure it must be for many in similar condition ..

Work is a fascination .. it changes its designs and colours and faces that represent it but the ‘ramp’ remains the same .. you still have to walk it, Fashion TV style ..

And as I work in the comfort of the Delhi sun and its green environ at the Haus Khas .. I discover how rare the simplicity of the rays that bring us light have become to many of us .. from air conditioned rooms to air conditioned cars to air conditioned studios to air conditioned eating places and events ..

Mr Sunrise remains hidden by dark curtains, and shaded windows of vehicles, the silences of the closed studio doors … the only heat coming our uncomfortable way - the 500 watt lights and more that glorify our painted faces to look heavenly on expanded curtains of white canvas ..

And as I prepare for my lines and the action with my co star Farhan Akhtar, words in the speaking of the characters spring up almost like they belonged to me ..

इशरते क़तरा है दरिया में फ़ना हो जाना
दर्द का हद से गुज़रना है दवा हो जाना ……।

Ishrat e katra hai dariya mei fana ho jana

dard ka hàd se guzarna hai dava ho jana …..

that drop of water that falls alone from the sky, desires that it mingle with the waters of the vast river and disappear …

pain when it reaches a level beyond limits, becomes its own medicine …

A drop of water from the impending rain falls between the two characters, and I comment on its existence, but as I dwell on it, it begins to pour ..

and so the next  words in description ..

Pain when it exceeds its limit, becomes its own medicine ! And there could be no better example than me to know its practical meaning and effect. In the 1982 accident, and the following months of survival in the ICU, among struggling physicians surgeons and doctors of all kinds of complicated capital alphabets adjoining their names and titles, there came a time when the pain became unbearable. When pain becomes unbearable the body, Heavens be praised for this, shuts off a valve which it drops within our system … and thereafter no matter what incisions or construction work continues with the body through sharp and injectable instrumentation ..



Thats the physical side. The philosophical approach is no better. Indeed ‘no better’ is indeed better - it is a wonderful lesson. When your pain shall reach a level where there is no scope for it to move any further, you SHALL actually feel the relief and and the liberation and the freedom that perhaps was causing the pain in the first place.

"This then is my ultimate pain, MR or MRS PAIN ..!!  it is beyond anyone to give me any more, for I shall not be feeling it at all, try as hard as you may. So come … come and pierce me, drag me, compulsorycate me, stretch me, ostracise and crucify me … IT AIN’T WORKING BUDDY .. NOT ON ME IT ISN’T .. TRY ANOTHER .. TRY SOME OTHER PLACE .. I SHALL BE CONSTANT - IMMOVABLE, UNAPPROACHABLE, WITHOUT AN OUNCE OF BLEMISH ANY MORE … I BLEED … YES … BUT YOU SEE IT .."

"I DO NOT … !!! "

Gurudev Rabindra Nath Tagore said in his wisdom :

" The vulnerable let everything happen to them - beauty and terror - for no feeling is ever final .."



Amitabh Bachchan



Want to attend college for free? It can happen if you learn German.

All German universities are now free to Americans and all other international students. The last German state to charge tuition at its universities struck down the fees this week.

Even before Germany abolished college tuition for all students, the price was a steal. Typically semester fees were around $630. What’s more, German students receive many perks including discounts for food, clothing and events, as well as inexpensive or even free transportation.

In explaining why Germany made this move, Dorothee Stapelfeldt, a Hamburg senator, called tuition fees “unjust” and added that “they discourage young people who do not have a traditional academic family background from taking up study. It is a core task of politics to ensure that young women and men can study with a high quality standard free of charge in Germany.”

Actually, German universities were free up until 2006 when they started charging tuition. That triggered such a crush of criticism that German states began phasing out this policy. Lower Saxony was the last holdout.

It’s too bad that politicians in the U.S. don’t feel that a college education is worth supporting appropriately. State aid to the nation’s public universities took a nosedive during the 2008 recession and education funding remains well below those levels. The average state is spending 23 percent less per student than before the recession, according to a report by the Center on Budget and Policy Priorities.

Actually, state support has been declining for public universities for a quarter of a century. Using an interactive tool from The Chronicle of Higher Education, you can see how state government subsidies have cratered at individual institutions.

With the average undergrad borrower now leaving school with more than $29,000 in debt, the free ride in Germany can look awfully tempting.

How to handle the language barrier

German is not an easy language to learn. Fortunately, however, there are international language programs in Germany, which have become very popular with international students before they tackle obtaining a degree in a different language.

What’s more, an increasing number of German universities are offering degrees in English. These are often called international studies programs or in some other way have the word international in their title.—free-degrees—americans/16658027/

This is actually making me cry…it’s one of those times when you realize that your own government just truly, honestly, does not give a shit about your wellbeing in any way.






Black Teen With White Parents Mistaken For Burglar, Assaulted By Cops In His Own Home

‘Put your hands on the door, I was like, ‘For what? This is my house.’ Police pointed at photos of white people hanging on the wall and told him that he was lying.

A North Carolina teen was recently assaulted and pepper sprayed by police in his own home, after he was mistaken for a burglar.  18-year-old DeShawn Currie has been living with foster parents Ricky and Stacy Tyler in Wake County, North Carolina for about a year.

The Tylers love DeShawn as their own son and they have taken him into their home, in hopes to provide him the safe and loving environment that he needs to thrive in the most important years of his life.

Unfortunately, some of the Tyler’s neighbors were not familiar with the family dynamics of the home, and decided to call the police to report a burglary when they saw the young man entering his home after school one day.  DeShawn did not climb through a window or struggle to get inside, but simply walked through the unlocked door of the home.  The only thing that actually made his neighbors suspicious, was the color of his skin.

When police arrived on the scene they treated DeShawn like a criminal without asking any questions.

“They was like, ‘Put your hands on the door, I was like, ‘For what? This is my house.’ I was like, ‘Why are y’all in here?” DeShawn said in an interview.

When DeShawn asked the officers why they were in his home, they pointed at photos of white people hanging on the wall and told him that he was lying.

“I’m feeling comfortable, I had moved into my room, and I’m feeling like I’m loved. And then when they come in and they just profile me and say that I’m not who I am. And that I do not stay here because there was white kids on the wall, that really made me mad,” DeShawn later told reporters.

During the entire altercation, police were shouting profanity at the young man, and pointing multiple guns at his face.  When DeShawn stood firm and insisted that he was in fact in his own home, police attacked him with pepper spray.

When Stacy Tyler came home from work she saw her son DeShawn in the driveway being treated by paramedics for the injuries that police had inflicted.

“My 5-year-old last night, she looked at me and said, ‘Mama I don’t understand why they hated our brother, and they had to come in and hurt him,” Stay Tyler told reporters.

“Everything that we’ve worked so hard for in the past years was stripped away yesterday in just a matter of moments,” father Ricky Tyler added.

The police department has defended their actions, saying that that DeShawn did not obey the officer’s orders to the letter, despite the fact that they were intruders in his home and had no right to be there barking orders at him.

Now this is something to bring attention to.


Sue their ass. Dont do any thing else just sue them and make them pay money cause that’s the only way to hurt them now

Dude that is horrible!!!
But thankfully there was no deaths involved!
But yes, the family should go to court for this! Police have no right entering a home without permission and attacking a resident of said home! They are trespassers themselves!!

(Source: weloveinterracial)

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