Sunny Leone is making more waves dance to her tune.....this is not a 'portfolio' for her but an appreciation for her work! Will be rewarded if Sunny acknowledges it....Cheers!
Sunday, 19 May 2013
Laila Sunny Leone ........
Sunny Leone is making more waves dance to her tune.....this is not a 'portfolio' for her but an appreciation for her work! Will be rewarded if Sunny acknowledges it....Cheers!
Wednesday, 15 May 2013
Friday, 10 May 2013
Tuesday, 7 May 2013
The National Food Security Bill 2013
The National
Food Security Bill 2013 has been introduced in the current Lok Sabha session which seeks to enact The National Food Security Act 2013.
This Bill which has been in the drafting stage for quite some time has undergone a large number of amendments and has been finally brought in by the UPA Govt. It is one of the flagship schemes of the Congress party as well as Sonia Gandhi and promises to change forever the way food distribution is handled in India.
This Bill provides major relief to the common man who falls under the 'eligible households' as covered under the ‘Priority Household’ category.
This in turn is defined under Section 15 of the proposed Act, as well as the Antyodaya Anna Yojana referred to in sub section (1) of Sec 3 of the said Act.
Under this Act a provision
has been made to provide 5 kg of food grains per month per person to those
identified under this scheme. This will be given at highly subsidized rates as
prescribed under Schedule I of the State Govt under the TPDS (Targeted
Public Distribution System).
This has been done under Sec 3(1) of the said proposed Act.
Besides, the proviso also says that all households covered under the Antyodaya Anna Yojana shall, as specified by the Central Govt in relation to each State, be entitled to 35 kg of food grains per household per month at the subsidized prices specified in the said Schedule.
Besides, the proviso also says that all households covered under the Antyodaya Anna Yojana shall, as specified by the Central Govt in relation to each State, be entitled to 35 kg of food grains per household per month at the subsidized prices specified in the said Schedule.
The subsidized price in relation to these food grains could extend to as high as 75
percent for the rural population and up to 50 percent for the urban population.
Moreover,
every pregnant or lactating mother would be entitled to a meal free of charge
during pregnancy and 6 months after the child birth, through the local Anganwadi so as to meet the nutritional standards as set up in Schedule II of
the said Act.
For children
up to the age of 14 years this proposed Act provides:
In the case
of a child between six months to six years, a meal free of charge through the
local Anganwadi.
For children between the ages of six to fourteen years one midday meal to be provided free of
charge in all schools aided by Govt as well as those run by local bodies. All
these meals would be in conformity with Schedule II of the nutritional
standards as prescribed by the Govt in this Act.
Every school
and Anganwadis shall have provision for cooking meals, drinking water and
sanitation.
In addition
the children suffering from any malnutrition would be identified and provided all
meals absolutely free of charge to meet the nutritional standards as prescribed
under the said Act.
In case of
non-supply of these food grains for any reason whatsoever the food security
allowance would be paid to the identified people by the respective State Govts.
Apart from
the above, the Act also provides obligations for the Central Govt as regards
Food Security. The Central Govt would release from the central pool the
required quantity of food grains to the respective State Govts under the TPDS
(Targeted Public Distribution System) so that the allocated level of supply of
food grains to meet these schemes is always maintained.
The food
grains would be transported to the various depots as prescribed by the Central
Govt. The monitoring and implementation of these schemes will however largely
be left in the hands of the concerned State Govts. These Central Govt schemes
could be run in tandem to any other schemes being run by the State Govts
themselves.
In view of
the above provisions it is amply clear that the provisions of the proposed Food
Security Bill 2013 are in the nature of largely benevolent provisions and can
eradicate hunger and poverty from the face of this Nation once and for all.
The
only catch is that once it is passed, it should be implemented both by the
Central and the respective State Govts with all the zeal and passion it
deserves.
The National
Food Security Bill 2013 is therefore a well thought out carefully planned
blueprint for the effective eradication of hunger and malnutrition from our
Country.
It requires careful and consistent application on the part of both the
Central Govt as well as all the respective State Govts. It is after all a
scheme spread out for the whole of India and for its successful implementation
the effective participation of the State Govts is a must.
Although
it’s true that the food grains as well as the other items for distribution would be
provided by the Central Govt yet all the distribution and monitoring has to be
handled by the respective State Govts to the satisfaction of the Central Govts
and as per guidelines which are laid down by them.
It is
therefore naive to suggest that this programme can be successful without the
effective participation of the Central Govt, the State Govt and all its local
bodies.
The Center in its wisdom has brought about this phenomenal piece of legislation which seeks
a sea change in the way we look at our poor. No right thinking person can seek
to oppose this Bill as the fortunes of millions of the urban as well as rural
poor are dependent on this.
So let the right thinking polity get together, think rationally and force the negatives out of the system.
This is something which the poor cannot afford to do without and therefore the National Food Security Bill 2013 needs to be be passed without any further delay....No more politics please!
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Give us this day our daily bread.....
'Baba(father), the sugar is almost over and the rice....will probably last for another two days. Even the pulses are getting over. We have to visit the grocery man soon.' There was genuine concern in her voice as she narrated her woes to her father.
'I know beta (affectionate term for sibling) but what to do, my salary is not due for another six days. We have to survive somehow, maybe skip a few meals in the process. I leave that to you.' Vishnu sounded helpless.
He knew that his job as an assistant construction manager would fetch him this much and no more. After the routine cuts involving Government funds and taxes the take home salary that he received was hardly enough to last him and his family twenty days. After that they were on God's mercy.
Vishnu's family was not large, his daughter Megha and her younger brother Ramesh who was also a young student in the 10th standard. Megha had just taken admission in college for her under graduate course in science. Since the education was more or less subsidized it gave him hope that his children would be able to complete their education peacefully. Yet Vishnu knew he was not able to meet any of their extra-curricular demands like an outing, new clothes, an occasional dinner outing and various other small things associated with teenagers. He felt guilty. He knew that try as he might he couldn't live up to the monetary expectations of his two children. He had also to pay for the numerous school bills associated with his children's higher education.
Things were difficult since the time his wife Bela had passed away in an accident three years back. She was trying to cross the road when a speeding car had knocked her down. She went into a coma and never recovered thereafter. Her death was confirmed of brain hemorrhage a few days later. The whole family was left in a state of shock as the children were young and this was the time they needed their mother the most.
Yet life had to move on, and Vishnu somehow managed to draw his family out of their gloom and despondency. He inculcated in them the spirit of survival and told them that life wasn't always rosy. Worse could have happened but maybe God wanted it this way. Both Megha and Ramesh understood and had taken to their studies in a big way to underscore their loss.
Their patience and hard work paid off and both of them topped in their respective classes. Vishnu was overjoyed and with the help of a Government sponsored loan meant for girls seeking higher education he got his daughter Megha admitted in a science course of her choice.
Ramesh wanted to do commerce and would be eligible for admission in the commerce section of his school in the 11th grade, in the coming next semester.
He was broken out of his reverie by the sound of sudden rain drops splattering on the window pane of their their two roomed set.
'Baba, it's raining' said Megha. She was always fascinated by the sound of water, was a confirmed water baby and the raindrops brought forth the excitement in her. She was visibly happy and clapped her hands in joy.
Vishnu was overwhelmed seeing his daughter light up so. He felt happy in their little bouts of happiness and watched her from a distance. He was seized with pangs of happiness and guilt both at the same time. Happiness because it was nice to see his daughter happy and guilt because he couldn't give her anything beyond this.
Vishnu resolved that he would borrow some funds from just about anywhere and at least buy his children some new clothes. He himself didn't need anything but his growing children should have some new clothes. He knew the world was flooded with so many gadgets, computers, phones but they couldn't afford anything for the time being.
The next day was school and college as usual for the children. As they made their way out to their respective destinations Vishnu saw them go with a wistful look in his eyes. He was determined today he would take a loan from somewhere and get his children their basic amenities. His mind was flooded with these thoughts as he saw the two children make their way out of their two roomed house meant for the economically weaker section.
Why does God differentiate so much between it's own children, he wondered. Some were born in a richly family and changed new attires every single day, and some were born in such poor families that they struggled to barely cover themselves. Vishnu's mind was in a quandary as he pondered over these shortcomings and problems facing him.
He slowly became ready and after reciting his prayers in front of their small makeshift temple in a corner of the house, he was ready to leave. The temple was of course set up and decorated by his wife Bela when they had moved in to this house. Every morning without fail she used to chant her morning Aarti (religious chanting) and gave everybody the Prasad (offering made to the Gods') before each of them left for their respective work /destination.
Vishnu tried to maintain the same tradition as best as he could but there were days when he missed his deadline with God. Today he was extremely particular as he didn't want to start his day on a bad note with God. Today was the day of reckoning he felt.
After a frugal breakfast of a chapatti (meal made of wheat), left over from the dinner last night, and some jaggery, he was ready to leave for his office. He reached the office well in time to be able to meet his immediate superior as he wanted to discuss the loan approval with him. He sought an appointment with him and after having got it immediately went over to his superior's cabin and knocked,
'Come in,' sounded a familiar voice from inside.
'Good Morning Sir,' Vishnu wished his boss as he walked inside.
'Good Morning Vishnu, please come in and sit down.' his boss Mr Bhatia walked up to him and made him sit on the sofa placed in the room.
'What is it Vishnu? Is something bothering you? Tell me please?' Mr Bhatia asked in a very patient but reassuring tone.
Vishnu sat down with him and poured his heart out, everything right from the beginning.
The death of his wife, and events thereafter. How he was facing financial difficulties in meeting the day to day responsibilities of his family, the educational needs of his family, the personal hardships faced by him, the financial crunch, everything he poured out. He concluded by asking him to sanction a company loan for his children's further higher education, and help him meet their growing daily requirements.
Mr. Bhatia heard him out patiently and after he had finished relating his entire problems, he got up, went to his table and returned with a form.
'Fill up this form in your cabin and submit it to me before you leave. Consider your loan application as approved,' he told Vishnu as he handed him the form.
Vishnu was overwhelmed with joy, tears started streaming down his cheeks and he wept uncontrollably sitting in the cabin of Mr. Bhatia.
His boss too didn't stop him as he knew they were tears of joy, the outpourings of pent up emotions and the release and joy one felt at the conclusion of a successfully completed task.
'Thank you Sir, you don't know how much this means to me,' said Vishnu while he joyfully held the hands of his boss in gratitude.
'You deserve it Vishnu and mind you this is no favor. Now please fill up the form and bring it to me later.'
Vishnu again thanked Mr Bhatia and walked out of his cabin clutching the form to him as if he had achieved a major victory.
He was in the process of filling the loan form when he got a message from the reception. It said, 'Pick up the lobby extension Sir, there's a call for you?'
'For me? Who could it be?' A fear clutched his heart. After his wife's death he had become really despondent. He just hoped it wasn't any bad news from anyone in his house. He ran towards the phone kept outside in the lobby.
'Hello yes, who's that?' his voice was quivering in fear.
'Hello Baba, it's me Megha.'
'Baba, you won't believe what happened today. I got a brand new laptop in my college with my own WiFi connection'
'ISN'T THAT GREAT BABA.' Megha was ecstatic.
'How Megha, how did this happen and where did you get the money from?' Vishnu asked her feeling just a wee bit concerned.
'Baba, don't fret, I didn't have to pay a single rupee. It was all Govt. sponsored.'
'Under a scheme launched by the Delhi Govt, I'm eligible for hand held computers or laptops for propagation of computer literacy.'
'I'm so happy Baba. I'm told Ramesh would also be getting a similar benefit of this scheme in his own school.'
Vishnu was overjoyed. God had indeed been kind to him today. Not only was his loan application approved but his children were getting free laptops from the State under a computer literacy scheme. He immediately rushed to the temple situated in a corner of the office premises, where he bowed his head in humility gratitude and total surrender. Whatever had happened was all God's will, he had wanted it that way.
HE had provided him and his family with their daily bread.......GOD IS INDEED GREAT!
'I know beta (affectionate term for sibling) but what to do, my salary is not due for another six days. We have to survive somehow, maybe skip a few meals in the process. I leave that to you.' Vishnu sounded helpless.
He knew that his job as an assistant construction manager would fetch him this much and no more. After the routine cuts involving Government funds and taxes the take home salary that he received was hardly enough to last him and his family twenty days. After that they were on God's mercy.
Vishnu's family was not large, his daughter Megha and her younger brother Ramesh who was also a young student in the 10th standard. Megha had just taken admission in college for her under graduate course in science. Since the education was more or less subsidized it gave him hope that his children would be able to complete their education peacefully. Yet Vishnu knew he was not able to meet any of their extra-curricular demands like an outing, new clothes, an occasional dinner outing and various other small things associated with teenagers. He felt guilty. He knew that try as he might he couldn't live up to the monetary expectations of his two children. He had also to pay for the numerous school bills associated with his children's higher education.
Things were difficult since the time his wife Bela had passed away in an accident three years back. She was trying to cross the road when a speeding car had knocked her down. She went into a coma and never recovered thereafter. Her death was confirmed of brain hemorrhage a few days later. The whole family was left in a state of shock as the children were young and this was the time they needed their mother the most.
Yet life had to move on, and Vishnu somehow managed to draw his family out of their gloom and despondency. He inculcated in them the spirit of survival and told them that life wasn't always rosy. Worse could have happened but maybe God wanted it this way. Both Megha and Ramesh understood and had taken to their studies in a big way to underscore their loss.
Their patience and hard work paid off and both of them topped in their respective classes. Vishnu was overjoyed and with the help of a Government sponsored loan meant for girls seeking higher education he got his daughter Megha admitted in a science course of her choice.
Ramesh wanted to do commerce and would be eligible for admission in the commerce section of his school in the 11th grade, in the coming next semester.
He was broken out of his reverie by the sound of sudden rain drops splattering on the window pane of their their two roomed set.
'Baba, it's raining' said Megha. She was always fascinated by the sound of water, was a confirmed water baby and the raindrops brought forth the excitement in her. She was visibly happy and clapped her hands in joy.
Vishnu was overwhelmed seeing his daughter light up so. He felt happy in their little bouts of happiness and watched her from a distance. He was seized with pangs of happiness and guilt both at the same time. Happiness because it was nice to see his daughter happy and guilt because he couldn't give her anything beyond this.
Vishnu resolved that he would borrow some funds from just about anywhere and at least buy his children some new clothes. He himself didn't need anything but his growing children should have some new clothes. He knew the world was flooded with so many gadgets, computers, phones but they couldn't afford anything for the time being.
The next day was school and college as usual for the children. As they made their way out to their respective destinations Vishnu saw them go with a wistful look in his eyes. He was determined today he would take a loan from somewhere and get his children their basic amenities. His mind was flooded with these thoughts as he saw the two children make their way out of their two roomed house meant for the economically weaker section.
Why does God differentiate so much between it's own children, he wondered. Some were born in a richly family and changed new attires every single day, and some were born in such poor families that they struggled to barely cover themselves. Vishnu's mind was in a quandary as he pondered over these shortcomings and problems facing him.
He slowly became ready and after reciting his prayers in front of their small makeshift temple in a corner of the house, he was ready to leave. The temple was of course set up and decorated by his wife Bela when they had moved in to this house. Every morning without fail she used to chant her morning Aarti (religious chanting) and gave everybody the Prasad (offering made to the Gods') before each of them left for their respective work /destination.
Vishnu tried to maintain the same tradition as best as he could but there were days when he missed his deadline with God. Today he was extremely particular as he didn't want to start his day on a bad note with God. Today was the day of reckoning he felt.
After a frugal breakfast of a chapatti (meal made of wheat), left over from the dinner last night, and some jaggery, he was ready to leave for his office. He reached the office well in time to be able to meet his immediate superior as he wanted to discuss the loan approval with him. He sought an appointment with him and after having got it immediately went over to his superior's cabin and knocked,
'Come in,' sounded a familiar voice from inside.
'Good Morning Sir,' Vishnu wished his boss as he walked inside.
'Good Morning Vishnu, please come in and sit down.' his boss Mr Bhatia walked up to him and made him sit on the sofa placed in the room.
'What is it Vishnu? Is something bothering you? Tell me please?' Mr Bhatia asked in a very patient but reassuring tone.
Vishnu sat down with him and poured his heart out, everything right from the beginning.
The death of his wife, and events thereafter. How he was facing financial difficulties in meeting the day to day responsibilities of his family, the educational needs of his family, the personal hardships faced by him, the financial crunch, everything he poured out. He concluded by asking him to sanction a company loan for his children's further higher education, and help him meet their growing daily requirements.
Mr. Bhatia heard him out patiently and after he had finished relating his entire problems, he got up, went to his table and returned with a form.
'Fill up this form in your cabin and submit it to me before you leave. Consider your loan application as approved,' he told Vishnu as he handed him the form.
Vishnu was overwhelmed with joy, tears started streaming down his cheeks and he wept uncontrollably sitting in the cabin of Mr. Bhatia.
His boss too didn't stop him as he knew they were tears of joy, the outpourings of pent up emotions and the release and joy one felt at the conclusion of a successfully completed task.
'Thank you Sir, you don't know how much this means to me,' said Vishnu while he joyfully held the hands of his boss in gratitude.
'You deserve it Vishnu and mind you this is no favor. Now please fill up the form and bring it to me later.'
Vishnu again thanked Mr Bhatia and walked out of his cabin clutching the form to him as if he had achieved a major victory.
He was in the process of filling the loan form when he got a message from the reception. It said, 'Pick up the lobby extension Sir, there's a call for you?'
'For me? Who could it be?' A fear clutched his heart. After his wife's death he had become really despondent. He just hoped it wasn't any bad news from anyone in his house. He ran towards the phone kept outside in the lobby.
'Hello yes, who's that?' his voice was quivering in fear.
'Hello Baba, it's me Megha.'
'Baba, you won't believe what happened today. I got a brand new laptop in my college with my own WiFi connection'
'ISN'T THAT GREAT BABA.' Megha was ecstatic.
'How Megha, how did this happen and where did you get the money from?' Vishnu asked her feeling just a wee bit concerned.
'Baba, don't fret, I didn't have to pay a single rupee. It was all Govt. sponsored.'
'Under a scheme launched by the Delhi Govt, I'm eligible for hand held computers or laptops for propagation of computer literacy.'
'I'm so happy Baba. I'm told Ramesh would also be getting a similar benefit of this scheme in his own school.'
Vishnu was overjoyed. God had indeed been kind to him today. Not only was his loan application approved but his children were getting free laptops from the State under a computer literacy scheme. He immediately rushed to the temple situated in a corner of the office premises, where he bowed his head in humility gratitude and total surrender. Whatever had happened was all God's will, he had wanted it that way.
HE had provided him and his family with their daily bread.......GOD IS INDEED GREAT!
Thursday, 2 May 2013
A new dawn, a new day, a new journey begins again.......
A new dawn, a new day, a new journey begins again...
It's a new dawn, a new day,
and a new journey begins again,
but life rolls on mechanically,
completing its chores,
and mechanically ends the day;
day after day stooped in melancholy.
A new dawn, a new day,
and a new journey begins again;
man moves on,
shedding the old,
discarding it's today,
for which becomes yesterday,
day after day ends stooped in melancholy.
Yet it's a new dawn, a new day,
start a new journey which begins today;
so when will you start to live the Life,
feel the smells, and enjoy the sights,
of this beautiful journey you call life,
if you continue to spend each day,
day after day stooped in melancholy?
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Wednesday, 1 May 2013
Let Sarabjit Singh be in peace.......
Sarabjit Singh is now no more....cruelly snatched away by the handful of hate spitting marauders who were incited and consumed by their own hate filled passions in Pakistan.
It's difficult to say if Sarabjit would have lived had he been repatriated to India for treatment, or if he would have been sent to a third Country for medical treatment.
However one thing is aptly clear that we are dealing here with a 'rogue' state which has no respect left for emotions, human values or relationships. What it basically believes in is the politics of hate, revenge and self satiation.
It's difficult to say what propelled these immediate feelings of hatred and revenge against India in the state of Pakistan, but it's crystal clear that events in India leading to the hangings of Kasab and Afzal Guru played a crucial part in it.
Ask as to who brought about these excruciating feelings of hatred in both these Countries.... and undeniably the finger points towards the media, present in abundance in both places, and of course to the terror modules operating in Pakistan as well as in our very own territory.
The way the media took off on stories appearing here as well as across the border after these twin executions in India, it was clear that the life of Sarabjit could be in danger.
That is precisely what happened. Passions were already high, communal feelings were stoked and Sarabjit was the hapless victim.
In fact I would go to this extent to say that had his release not been so hyped and had it not been made so political by the media of both the Countries, Sarabjit Singh would have been a free man by now.
Perhaps he would have been reunited with his now distressed family and staying peacefully in his own land. Alas that was not to be.......
When Chisti was being released for Pak, there were efforts to get Sarabjit released as a humanitarian gesture but the media on both sides blew up the whole matter to such ridiculous proportions that his release had to be deferred indefinitely.
So would it be right to say that irresponsible elements in the media, on both sides were responsible for the killing of Sarabjit?
To some extent the answer is yes.....for fanning the passions of hatred and revenge...which ultimately consumed an innocent life.
Even in his death the 'fanatics' in the media are not sparing him. Politics is being done in the manner in which he was killed and whether his body will be sent back or not?
Some Dalit organizations are spreading their own theory of caste ism for which he had to pay the price with his life.
Fact remains that Sarabjit has been brutally lynched and butchered to death....for reasons which are there for all to see; will his death also be politic ed by the media of both the sides?
I sincerely hope not, in the name of humanity....his family has already suffered a lot....they are totally distraught and emotionally weak....let them be shown some compassion and respect and let the dead be cremated with dignity.....Ameen
It's difficult to say if Sarabjit would have lived had he been repatriated to India for treatment, or if he would have been sent to a third Country for medical treatment.
However one thing is aptly clear that we are dealing here with a 'rogue' state which has no respect left for emotions, human values or relationships. What it basically believes in is the politics of hate, revenge and self satiation.
It's difficult to say what propelled these immediate feelings of hatred and revenge against India in the state of Pakistan, but it's crystal clear that events in India leading to the hangings of Kasab and Afzal Guru played a crucial part in it.
Ask as to who brought about these excruciating feelings of hatred in both these Countries.... and undeniably the finger points towards the media, present in abundance in both places, and of course to the terror modules operating in Pakistan as well as in our very own territory.
The way the media took off on stories appearing here as well as across the border after these twin executions in India, it was clear that the life of Sarabjit could be in danger.
That is precisely what happened. Passions were already high, communal feelings were stoked and Sarabjit was the hapless victim.
In fact I would go to this extent to say that had his release not been so hyped and had it not been made so political by the media of both the Countries, Sarabjit Singh would have been a free man by now.
Perhaps he would have been reunited with his now distressed family and staying peacefully in his own land. Alas that was not to be.......
When Chisti was being released for Pak, there were efforts to get Sarabjit released as a humanitarian gesture but the media on both sides blew up the whole matter to such ridiculous proportions that his release had to be deferred indefinitely.
So would it be right to say that irresponsible elements in the media, on both sides were responsible for the killing of Sarabjit?
To some extent the answer is yes.....for fanning the passions of hatred and revenge...which ultimately consumed an innocent life.
Even in his death the 'fanatics' in the media are not sparing him. Politics is being done in the manner in which he was killed and whether his body will be sent back or not?
Some Dalit organizations are spreading their own theory of caste ism for which he had to pay the price with his life.
Fact remains that Sarabjit has been brutally lynched and butchered to death....for reasons which are there for all to see; will his death also be politic ed by the media of both the sides?
I sincerely hope not, in the name of humanity....his family has already suffered a lot....they are totally distraught and emotionally weak....let them be shown some compassion and respect and let the dead be cremated with dignity.....Ameen
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