Tushar Mangl

I have written in the past on rape cases and how they are lowering the mentality of Indians as well as global citizens. However, I am once again broaching up this topic for a fresh news report has arrived in, of a pilot raping an air hostess who was living with him for past some time now. Now the lady says that the guy had promised to marry her, hence she moved in with him, hence the sex was probably now a rape. This case amuses me to the core. A 22 year old woman, says that for 2 years this man was promising her marriage, and that she believed him and that probably (since rape charges have been filed) had sex with him, now says all that was a rape? How is that possible? The fact that amuses me the most is the open mockery of women empowerment in India. Liberal working Indian women, do not hesitate to slap rape charges on any guy who refuses to marry them. If the girl would have been a poor one, probably disadvantaged by illiteracy or poverty, I would have supported the w...

The question I ask to my readers here, is for a simple thing. We all live in a society, an eco - system and we naturally need a leader. The teachers of my nursery and primary classes always told me (and so did the numerous fairy tales and fables that I read) that the Lion is supposed to be the king of any jungle. So to my mind, every jungle has a Lion who is majestic and is the leader, their has to be a cunning fix and some innocent rabbits. So, where is India's Lion? I am not sure, many people would agree if I say, Dr. Manmohan Singh is the leader we are looking for. Contested elections, just once and lost, never to face the public electorate again, I somehow can not see him as the great leader. If you do, please write in your comments. Now who is next? Many of you shall say, why not Rahul Gandhi. It is a family business. Motilal Nehru, Jawaharlal Nehru, Indira Gandhi, Rajiv Gandhi, he has the lineage behind him. But then I am not one of the mass janta. I like to see merit more th...

18/4/2010 Am back to Ludhiana and the vacation trip to Delhi, was quite good. I visited several places, met friends, family; made new friends and had a gala time. Thanks to the Commonwealth Games 2010, the govt thr is really making some efforts to refurbish the whole place (to please the foreign guests). So in that process we have better connectivity through buses (more local AC buses I witnessed, than I ever did in Delhi), better buses, ever expanding metro, diminishing yet well paved footpaths, etc etc. But all those things like railways, which the foreigners most probably would not see, are in a pathetic condition.

While surfing news channels on TV or viewing some documentary I usually find some poor people being shown. A typical family of poor people will be always shown with one mother, holding one child in hand and a bunch of kids surrounding the mother. Whatever be the show, time, channel or location, this is what a picture generally depicts. I often wonder here, if the family is poor, is unable to feed the kids or afford their education, why are there so many kids in that family. It is a simple case of you don't go about getting things for yourself, that you cannot afford. And here, when I see 3 or 4 or 5 children to the same couple, I am astonished. Man, your economic condition is not feasible for one child and you are raising 5. The result. All 5 will eat one time of the day. I say, if you could have 2 kids then is it not possible that those 2 kids could have eaten twice a day. Even in my travels, I have noticed this. Poor families tend to have a larger flock of children. A lot of ma...

--> Serious (read "social") issues, Tushar tells me, no one is interested in. Probably yes, he is right. At the maximum, we people talk; talk a lot, for that matter. Rarely beyond that. No particular reason for choosing this title, it just came spontaneously, and can be put in the stack of those "WH" questions whose answers we don't have(or rather, don't want to face!). But yes, something ironical, which I notice many a times. In my college, in the canteen area there are four shops, Amul one, Nescafe one, Juice one and the Verka one. The former two have small kids working there. Now, also exists this program called "Pratigya" in my college, where engineers humbly contribute their bit to the society by teaching small kids. Sometimes, funny things happen. The other day a girl standing with me couldn't drink her glass of juice because she saw the kid putting crushed ice in it! She was like, "His hands were black black...

Think about it. Once upon a time, poetry was a very intrinsic part of literature. From urdu shayari to English poems , almost all languages on Earth used to boast of some memorable couplets and rhymes. In Hinduism a lot many ancient or old prayers have been written in a poetic format. Hanuman Chalisa is an example. In the western world, Wordsworth was pretty famous for his lines. But today, if you ask me of some latest very famous poet, I would not know a name. Publishers across the globe, are increasingly putting up a board on their submission guidelines that bans entry of poetry into their offices. They won't publish poetry. I find that pretty strange. No more Mirza Ghalibs, No more poets like Shiv Kumar Batalvi, Mahadevi Varma , Robert Frost etc. Opportunities are dying for poets today. Not that the poets of yesteryear used to earn a lot. At least they enjoyed a level of fame. In today's world no one wants to be a poet. You can never make a living out of it, anyway. I used t...

Life is pretty boring. As always. Kya karen, kuch samajh nai aata. M does not even talk to me anymore and I had consoled myself that maybe God had sent K so that I be friends with N or M. But humse kaun baat karta hai. Rab sabka khayal rkhta hai, bas mujhse hi koi narazgi lagti hai. Samajh nai aata, when will I be free from these shackles. Mostly psychological which have mushroomed all around me. Lots of which maybe my own self - created, may be which no one could ever help resolve. What can be the solution? Problem galore and the kind of helplessness I am dealing with them is very very difficult. ___________________________________________________ That was something written several months ago. And speaking of old times and old days, I am going to recommend a blog extinct years ago. It is called Journal My Christma s . The format and presentation of the blog pulled me towards it. 30 days of Christmas, chronicled very well. Must for regular bloggers to take a sneak peak.