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How I published my first Ebook?
After months of wandering on the internet, I finally published my book: “Immune Web: What Makes the Internet Safe?” on 23rd of December, 2015. The book is now available at not only Amazon but AbeBooks, Booktopia, Wallmart, eBay and many other leading stores as not only an ebook but also a paperback.
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September 7, 2017
Ram Rahim Singh Not Insa | The Walk of Gods
Ram, Rahim and, Sat Guru planned a visit to the nation of their desires and greet the people supposed to continue their heritage and live up to the rules and morals based by them.
“They’re finally understanding my verdicts and have abandoned the things as I hoped they would,” said Rahim.
“Yeah, they’re finally on the way to give the female equal rights and power.” added Ram.
“That’s alright but’s what up with those posters and echoes of the names of all three of us one after another?” asked Sat
The chants of “Ram, Rahim, Singh Insan (human)” grew louder as people in group of thousands approved the road they were standing on. It was the noon of 25th August. The worst day they could have chosen to visit India. Sat wanted to first show them the land of the five rivers, Punjab where he once lived and chanted.
They thought that the humanity was finally united to give rise to humanity beyond diversity. “They’re doing something that we started. At last they have reached the equilibrium where they don’t need a figure as god but the morals.” Said Ram.
With glooming faces they continued their walk gazing with amazement on the developments of humanity. The cars, the beautiful architecture and the clean and peaceful environment was so relaxing that they never knew how they didn’t notice 3 hours pass by. “The police warriors with their advanced weapons are everywhere we went. A secure nation to live in is finally possible I guess” claimed Rahim breaking the silence.
The peace and security for their people that they were witnessing was the thing they’ve always wished and have even fought for. On the journey, they stopped in front of a building with around a million-people laughing, crying and shouting while being encircled by the police warriors. They went inside the building to find out what was happening. They were now used to not being seen by the mortals as it was now believed that only the ones doing work or sacrificing for the greater good can see the immortals like themselves.
As they entered the old building, they saw a room of not more than all sitting opposite to one who seemed mighty of all. The sitting arrangement with crowd divided into two groups seemed just like a king’s courtroom. All three of them smiled remembering the days when they sat opposite to people resolving their issues.
The one sitting at a seat which was higher than others stood at once on seeing the three immortals. They nodded towards him then at each other.
“What’s wrong?”, the man standing along that individual asked.
“Nothing, let’s continue the verdict”, he replied.
The three immortals took their seats and heard how the justice though delayed was finally being served without fear and hate. Their hope and confidence on humanity grew yet stronger.
“We should head back, I guess they finally don’t need any greater power to teach them the common good of humanity. Finally.”, said Rahim. The other two nodded and they moved towards the door outside long after the mortals have left already.
As they stepped outside what seems like a rag back of fire fell in front of them. It was a man on fire. Rahim put his hand on him. “He was a young fellow on the way home with food for his daughter. But he would only return in a small pot as nothing more than sand. Poor soul”, explained Rahim.
“That’s not all. Look over there”, said Ram.
Both Rahim and Sat looked where Ram was pointing to. Their eyes were widened by what they saw. Wherever they turned they saw burning vehicles, running people with sticks and stones in their hands being thrown at the police warriors who were trying their best to resist any attack. Confused by the resistance Sat asked, “Why are they not doing their jobs? These people need some good dose for the deeds they are doing.” The beautiful scenes and peaceful environment they were unable to stop talking about was nothing but hell now.
The other two remained silent. Sat started to walk and they followed him on the journey. They were large groups of people roaming around, burning, breaking and turning over everything and everyone in their ways. Not even the hospitals and schools were left unaffected of their actions. There was constant sound of sirens all around them coming ambulances and fire brigades some of which were on fire themselves. All three of them watched silently roaming not stopping their walk. The police offered minimum actions. Even with the great level of anger and anxiety visible to the immortals the still didn’t get any answer for their hesitation.
They flew above the ground to see the image more clearly and immediately regretted. They were able to hear sounds of fear, anxiety, tired reporters, worried police and mod with anger without base along with the sounds of dreams and hearts breaking. What they saw was just broken buildings, smashed objects, burnt vehicles and dead bodies.
Sat couldn’t take it anymore. He landed and drew his hand to comfort a dying man. Ram and Rahim put their hands on each of his shoulder and stopped him from doing so. Teared rolled down from his eyes, he fell on his feet. The land he knew. The land he had once lived in was no longer his now. He wished he had never came to this land in 2017.
They heard again the voices of “Ram Rahim Singh Insan” but they knew that there was nothing Insan about that Insane mob. In the mob was a confused child following what the adults were doing, still confused whether she have to shout like her father or throw stone like her mother. Sat removed the hands of his shoulder, ran towards her. She could see all three of them. Ram was going behind him but Rahim held his hand and told him not to. “You’re safe now Kavya”, he said as Sat sat beside her and carefully made a dark black cloth from his fist and tied it around the eyes of that girl. “The era of blindfolding our children is here”, he said.
“They may need us”, Ram said but they don’t know who we are. “But they don’t know who we are”, Sat added. “We’re no longer welcomed here.”, Rahim claimed.
All of them took each other’s hands and with a flash were gone with no intention to be back any soon.
This story was ready to be posted on the day after the conviction but being a journalist is no easy and safe job in India. So, here it is, being posted a couple of weeks since the day we failed our gods yet again.
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September 6, 2017
You must always Love your Parents
All of us are brought to this world literally, by our parents how then take it upon themselves to make up able to stand tall and face the world and live a life worth living. From my very childhood, my mother had taught me how all of us must always love and respect our parents no matter what the world says. I always trusted the statement like a sacred oath. She taught this to me whenever she could until she was no longer there for me. I was 9 then. I was also the only child. I had the best parents but after my mom left there was no one to keep intact my father’s drinking problem. He told me that he loved me the same. His loving daughter reminded him of my mother, he claimed.
He got another woman on my 10th birthday as my new mom. She was a bit rude towards me but seeing my father happy was enough for me. I loved both of them with the most of my heart. I did miss my mother but remembering her lesson always made me feel like she was there for me. I also expected my father’s drinking problems to reduce when he woke up happy each day from bed with my new mother. Unlike how my mother allows me to sometimes sleep with those two nothing like that happened since the new mother came. I was no longer allowed to be any near their bedroom during the night irrespective of how afraid those monster under my bed made me.
I had gotten used to all of it but when I was 12, the new mother left us. My father told me it was my fault. That I killed one of my mom and made another one leave. His regular drinking became hourly. I missed my mothers, both of them at every moment. I still loved my dad as my mother had instructed. I felt like I was obliged to respect him and try to make him happy. He was no longer like my dad but it didn’t affect my love for him.
It was fine for me. He never brought another mom but I wished he did. I’m 14 now. I’ve no friends and I never go to my sleep without wet eyes. It all happened with my 13th birthday gift. I was excited that I was finally turning a teenager and left no chance to remind my depressed, agitated and exhausted father about it. He came late that night completely drunk and I, ignoring the strange smell and bottle in his hand came running towards him. “What do you want?” he asked. I was broken that he didn’t remember when I told him only in the morning but still I made up my mind and asked him about my birthday and the gift he got for me.
He smashed the bottle in his hand. I noticed that he didn’t have the smell of any feminine perfume on him like each day and his anger was at his peak but still, it was my birthday at last. With red eyes, he told me to come with him for my birthday gift. I followed him to his room. He asked me to undress and get under the sheets. He is going to make me an important part of his life and will start my letting me sleep on the same bed he said. On seeing me standing still he slapped me and pushed me on the bed then tore my clothes away. I was crying and shouting at my peak but nothing stopped me. He kept one hand on my mouth and with other unbuckled his pants. What he did next continued to hurt long after the blood had stopped flowing. I did all he told me to and I liked none of it.
When he was done he left me alone on the bed, wet, not only with tears. I applied for medicine on my bruises while thinking that even with the great pain that I felt I must have made him happy. My mother whose picture was staring back at me while I was trying to surpass my wailings must have been proud that I showed love and respect to my father.
The night was the beginning of the death of my sleep. I never when after a week, in the middle of the night he entered my room and shared his gift. The beatings at my home were nothing compared to the ones at school that I got for sleeping in the middle of my classes. As my grades went down, the people around me whom I once called friend also left one by one. The best sleep I got was when my father took me to the Hospital shouting how I messed up everything again. I don’t know why but I felt like something inside me died and what he did also felt a little different. Not less painful, not less killing but different from each day.
Still, whenever I come back to my room, locking it properly I see my mother’s picture and remember how she used to say: “You must always love your parents”.
August 3, 2017
Good Morning, Youth!
The legendary Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam lived and died with a dream of a nation homing a developed population. He dreamt of a future with people like us, the youth having all the best resources is making the planet a better home. We’re a mere 30% of the population today but we’re the 100% of the tomorrow which is yet to come.
What I want this rant cum speech to be is a wakeup call for each individual listing to me. I desire that every one of my age and younger thrive not to be someone on TV, but themselves. A new Goutam, Muskan, Riya an individual who won’t be misled by any of the distractions and be an ideal on his own. A nation never was and never will be without its youth. As goes the words of great Bhagat Singh, it is beyond the power of any man to make a revolution, we must work together patiently each day in our respective fields to bring out a great change as a whole result.
The thoughts of development in a country stuck at developing level from centuries may sound irrelevant and ignorant but can’t be left unconsidered. Waking up each day protesting against Government while always keeping distance from politics, complaining about Sportspeople while forcing you mates to make the “SAFER” choices and looking for excuses how not to write that speech, leave that project or delay the meeting is what we’ve switched to instead of doing what we as the building blocks of the house called Earth are supposed to do.
The focus point here is how we can beat the situation of the misery we’re keeping ourselves in. We always make commitments we can’t keep to change. Discussing the role of youth in nation’s development regarding the help they can provide to grow an economy, reduce pollution or generate innovation is pretty useless when the majority of it needs an alarm constantly ringing above their head reminding them to be motivated and devoted to their cause. The day this need of reminding ends and the youth finally wakes up united, unprovoked and determined to make India great again, my speech, my wake-up call to youth will be complete.
With a hope that you’ll end what I started, I giving rest to my voice with under a final note that I’ve met dozens like me and I want each of them to be unique.
