Inner Voice of Girls

Swapna was a cute, elegant and gracious girl not just because of her external beauty, but also of internal qualities. She was a successful  graduate from a local college. She was the only daughter of her patriotic parents. Mrs. Dheeraja was a true lover of her motherland borne to a freedom fighter. Mr.Dharma Tej was a sincere government employee borne to a soldier. The well-knit family was living a simple life in a small house on the outskirts of Mangalyapur. The other members of the family were a couple of ever quacking geese about the lotus pond, a calf and its mother Gowri  under the neem tree. Butterflies, ladybird beetles,  sparrows, parrots and pigeons were other frequent visitors.

Swapna's most intimate friend was Lavanya. She was a girl of fortune. Her mother, Vilaasita was a daughter of a landlord. Her father, Nageswar was unfortunately a corrupt government employee. The family used to live in a big, well-furnished duplex house. No dearth of gold and properties.  One day Lavanya came with her mother and father to invite Swapna to her wedding.

As per promise Dharma Tej and his family were at Mahajana Function Hall, an hour prior to the muhurtham. That day Lavanya was quite different. Her body was dazzling with a plenty of sparkling diamonds and shining gold jewellery adorned over her gorgeous shimmering dress. A man in rich suit was beside her. It cost Rs.5 cr for Lavanya to own Mr. Naveen, a software engineer in a reputed company. What a mindboggling function! What a mammoth congregation of people! Even the ever bold Swapna seemed a little bit blinded in the transitory dazzle of the ceremony. The fanfare seemed to be scattering the dreams of Swapna out of her intact mind. "Could my simple parents do my marriage?" was the voice thrusting out of her tender heart. A joint call from the parents woke Swapna out of her shock. They smiled at her and said, "Swapna, what you are perturbed at is merely a weaving of two sets of wealth, not two souls. Don't worry my dear, virtue adorns great souls, not money and metals."

After a year or so, Swapna got a call. She ran to Lavanya's home. Naveen was lying dead there. It's told that he's a victim of a plane crash on a foreign land. Lavanya had fell into Swapna's arms, turned hysteric and whispered, "Some curse has haunted and finally hunted my Naveen down. Black money has burnt my dears's body black. My heart is forced to wear a shroud woven out of the blood and sweat of a number of poor and hapless people. My dad, out of my love, illegally  amassed a lot of wealth, that's know tightening  around my neck also like a black cobra!" No sooner had Swapna tried to console her, than Lavanya became unconscious. Many a doctor's tried to wake her up, but of no use. At last Lavanya was a block of concrete, as a never leaving companion, beside Naveen's grave.

A month later someone knocked at the door. Swapna opened the door. It's Adarsh, Swapna's distant relative. He had discussed something with her parents and left to bring his own parents. Dheeraja told her daughter with a bit of hesitation, "Swapna, do you like Adarsh?" "What, mom?" she suddenly puzzled. Dheeraja continued, "He is a military doctor in Golconda. He likes to marry you, but with a condition." Swapna's dreams started blooming out. Dad proudly said, "No marriage hall... No dowry... No gifts and ... No presentations...  Only register marriage... So ... Many ... conditions ... !" 

Swapna was no more a dream but a reality. A great virtue was there to adorn Swapna's life. What a rare personality she was going to  get! A real hero to value for girls of upright parents, rather corrupt ones for money and wealth!  "ADARSH," the only inner voice of Mrs. Swapna for ever. Swapna might be an old lady now. But her face might be still glittering - more than that of the Koh-i-Noor Diamond - in the crown of her Motherland!

THE MOTHERLAND NEVER FORGIVES THOSE WHO HURT HER INNOCENT DAUGHTERS

Whether Corruption is Famous or Notorious?

Whenever a student asks the question, "What's life?", the teacher's answer is "the period between birth and death ". Some students protest too and say that's for animals. They consider life means enjoying tasty food, living in bungalows,  driving posh vehicles, doing international journeys, and so on. That's true for majority.  That's why we are determined to develop. Development doesn't demand hard work only, a little bit of smart work too is required. We know that there's no life worth of living without Vitamin M - marks for children and money for elders, a modern belief.

What does a human body comprise of?  It's nothing but symmetrically arranged bones, adorned beautifully with flesh and skin of different complexions. Does this body need Vitamin M? No.....  never. It needs perpetual supply of pristine air, periodical supply of potable water and proteinaceous  food.

If every human story is so then what about the "class difference" in the society? Where are "prestige" and "status" be hidden? Don't to be worried! There are many inventions waiting for that purpose. But some people still live in small earthen huts. They walk on grassy soil,  amidst bird-roosting trees. They have no choice other than to breathe cool natural breeze. No electric bills and no high cost of living. Here's a chance for the rich to make a  difference. They can live in non-porous houses built out of concrete and glass to fit fans and coolers. These dwellings are amidst modern heat islands,  floating in dust and smoke. No nasty soil. Only glazed tiles and marble. The rich are distinct for restricting themselves to the four walls of houses, cars and flights. No soil, no trees and no birds to be worried about. What a great luxurious life it's! It's pity that the poor can't even dream of it. Alas! Nature is the poor man's only alternative. The fate is such that the poor are free from risks and tensions and full of peaceful and tranquil life.

The poor are not rich enough to take polished-lean cereals, junk food and carbonated cool drinks, instead they have to depend only on nutrient-rich unpolished cereals, millets, fruits and vegetables. Very pathetic! The poor aren't obese enough to beat the rich on weighing machines. Further they have no accessibility to posh vehicles, but walk miles together or make journey on donkeys, mules, horses or camels. "The poor animals of the poor people even don't know how to make noise and pollute the air". Very strange!".

Majority of the poor have to live through out with the same body and same organs what they were borne with. They won't get any opportunity to make changes to their bodies by replacing their organs. They don't know how to spoil their bodies and also to visit super speciality hospitals. If possible they may donate their own healthy organs to the rich.  It's fortunate that the poor can't compete with the rich at bars, clubs and pubs. They neither accumulate currency notes nor hide to spend to win in elections or destroy forests or wildlife by purchasing materials for making posh homes. And they don't have enough excess money to spend as lavishly as the rich. We must be very much thankful to the word, "development", that has given a clear cut difference between haves and have-nots. 

Anyhow to live a rich life and let the coming generations to live so, we have to develop.  This modern superstition is effectively propagated all over the world. It's not so easy to develop without Vitamin-M.  For that  many a number of professionals are required to give consultancy. They show us the ways for rapid earnings and secured savings. We have a plenty of inventions to do corruption - bribery, black marketing, commissions, dirty money making, deforestation, pilferage, poaching, looting, scandals, scams, smuggling, trafficking and many other known or unknown methods. So many international banks and agencies are there to hide the present illegal earnings for future generations. The great word of development has been given so much publicity that everyone, from a beggar to billionaire, is behind this. The meaning of life has been changed. That's "from birth to the dooms day". Even some active poor people are migrating to slums with a greed to develop. But the lazy poor man is still lying there cool and content in darkness, far away from Panama.

(Regarding some people only)