The World of Raju Sharma

                              Orcha is Madhaya Pradesh. The fort of Rani Laxmi Bai. History tells us that Rani Laxmi Bai jumped with her infant son saddled on a horse back. Wow what a fearless fighter she was.!

I have often been dubbed as a rude, cut and dry person, somebody who can hurt others blah blah.... I have no qualms about. Have got used to it and perhaps this has become a part of me now. Forgot when was the last time I thought about myself. However something which has always suprised me about myself is my sensitivity to pregnant women. Yes, I seem to be extra sensitive when it comes to pregnant women, whether they are walking in the streets, in the mall, or just anywhere. Perhaps it all started as I had witnessed my wife going through two preganancies. I do not want to talk about the problems therein. They are there. Yet the beauty of creating or more aptly co-creating a life inside the womb is an ethreal feeling. There is somebody inside because of you and what you planned (or even failed to plan).

Of late there is a strange kind of laceration that we can see all around us. This wound is at its embroytic stage. However the puss from this disease is seeping out steadily. There is a foul smell already. The wound is deeping day by day and is infecting other body parts. The stench from the bleed and wound is toxic, putrid and gets down your spine. Nobody has any respite from it, though some of us pretend to or actually run pass the way. The puss has some of the world's most decayed ingredients, substances which have always been abhored by men and women alike. Ladies and Gentlemen, this laceration, this deadly wound is the fanatic intolerance that is raising its head around us. Somewhere in Kerala, a person's arms have been severed by people who did not believe in what he did. This is grotesque, brutal and calls for immediate condemnation by all and action by people who have the authority to take action. Co-existence has been our buzzword and let this coexsitence thrive under...

Both of us at a place called Dhaulchina near Binsar

Have heard so many philosophies about death. But have never been able to terms with it. Actually one can never come to terms with it. You learn to live with the fear . The fear of death-of your near and dear one;s is far more terrible than death itself.

I am often amused and irritated by people who have the FFV syndrome. FFV is a serious disease of the mind. O Boy! if you happen to meet a person inflicted with this disease, you better get out of the way. Reason she/he would send out verbal sharpnels describing the experiences of FFV and the only thing you experience is disgust married to anger. The marriage of disgust and marriage so induced by FFV procreates a child called frustration. Frustration is a tiring baby right from the embroytic stage to as long is it lives in you. FFVs could affect people from all walks of life and people of all ages. However, the people most succeptible to these disease are those with some inflated egos, lesser education and so on and so forth. FFV-First Foreign Visit. Yes thats the diseases. Have you not heard the one-timers and in many cases the only timers throw away names such as Dubai, UK and USA etc? But a paradox FFVs are very particular about not speaking of visit to Bangladesh, Nepal or sometime...