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आपको हनुमान जन्मोत्सव की हार्दिक शुभकामनाएं 🙏🏻 🚩

जय श्री राम

जय श्री हनुमान

🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

सूर्य प्रकाश सैनी (साँखला)

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Happy Shri Ram Navami

May Lord Shri Ram bless you with happiness, peace and prosperity and may you be healthy.🌹🌹💐💐

Ram Ram Shri Jai Jai Ram..

Ram Ram Shri Jai Jai Ram.. 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Jai Shri Ram

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श्री रामनवमी की हार्दिक शुभकामनाएं।

भगवान श्री राम आपको सुख, शाँति और समृद्धि का वरदान दें एवं आप स्वस्थ रहें 🌹🌹💐💐

राम राम श्री जय जय राम..

राम राम श्री जय जय राम.. 🙏🏻🙏🏻

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2019 लोकसभा चुनाव

कहते हैं जब सियार की मौत आती है तो वह शहर की ओर भागता है..

ऐसा लगता है यह कहावत पश्चिम बंगाल की मुख्यमंत्री ममता बनर्जी पर हूबहू फिट बैठ रही है। नरेन्द्र मोदी से खौफ खाई ममता बनर्जी हर तरह के अत्याचार पर उतर आई हैं। हिंदू धर्म को अपमानित करने वाले बयान देना, हिंदुओं पर अत्याचार करना, लाठीचार्ज करवाना, पॉलिंग के दिन बूथ कैप्चरिंग, फर्जी पॉलिंग, मारपीट करवाना और अब तो हद ही हो गई जो महान समाज सुधारक श्री ईश्वर चंद्र विद्यासागर जी की मूर्ति तक अपने समर्थकों से तुड़वा डाली।

क्या लोकतंत्र में इस प्रकार की हिटलरशाही और मनमानी हरकतों से लोगों का लोकतंत्र पर से विश्वास नहीं उठ जाएगा? इस प्रकार की तुष्टिकरण की नीति से क्या ममता सत्ता प्राप्त कर पाएंगी? यदि हो भी गई तो क्या आज जिस समुदाय और समाज पर वह जुल्म ढहा रहीं हैं, वह उन्हें कभी माफ कर पायेगा?

राजनीति ��ें सबको साथ लेकर सबकी सुख शांति और कल्याण की भावनाएं रखते हुए स्वस्थ आलोचना की परंपरा और रीति होनी आवश्यक है। परंतु आज इसका सर्वत्र लोप हो चुका है।

सभी दल और राजनेता सत्ता के लिए भूखे पिशाचों की तरह भयाक्रान्त कर रहे हैं और एक दूसरे पर भयानक आरोपों के खंजर फेंक रहे हैं। यह स्थिति बारूद के ढ़ेर पर खड़े होकर दियासलाई जलाने जैसी हो चुकी है। सभी राजनेता भस्मासुर बनकर एक दूसरे का सर्वनाश करने पर तुले हुए हैं।

इस परंपरा से भारत जैसे समृद्ध राजनैतिक परंपराओं वाले लोकतंत्र का गला घोंटा जा रहा है।

ओ३म्

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भारतीय संविधान के रचयिता भारतरत्न बाबा साहब भीम राव अम्बेडकर जी के परिनिर्वाण दिवस पर सादर श्रद्धांजलि व शत शत नमन #बाबासाहेब_आंबेडकर #BabaSahebAmbedkar

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अब कौन कहेगा "मेरे पास माँ है.." आप सदा हमारे हृदय में रहेंगे। We will miss you #RIPShashiKapoor

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DAY 3541

Jalsa, Mumbai                      Dec 4/5,  2017                  Mon/Tue 1:15 AM  

“हम ज़िंदगी को अपनी कहाँ तक सम्भालते  

इस क़ीमती किताब का काग़ज़ ख़राब था “

                                                     ~ rumi jafri

Standing elegantly without a care in the world, I saw him standing by a Mercedes Sports car, a convertible, a smart trimmed beard and moustache, adorning involuntarily, the face of this incredibly handsome man. It was a picture that filled almost an entire page of a magazine. 

Shashi Kapoor …  son of Prithviraj Kapoor, younger brother to Raj Kapoor and Shammi Kapoor, making a debut in a forthcoming film, is what the caption read ..

And I said to myself, as very uncertain thoughts raced through my mind of wanting to become a film actor, that, with men like him around, I stood no chance at all ..

1969, and those early years of efforts to join the Industry were also the times when there was a close proximity, to the area of an atmosphere, that swivelled around this most attractive man. On and off, common friends in the Industry, which I was just getting acquainted with, would introduce me to him at select social gatherings ..

“ Shashi Kapoor !” was what one heard as he extended a warm soft hand out to you in introduction ; that devastating smile complimenting the twinkle in his eyes. He needn’t have done so. Every one knew him. But this was his infectious humble self. When he spoke, there was a mischievous, gentle, almost inaudible, delicate, yodel, in his voice - most endearing and comforting to the one he was introduced to. The self introduction habit, was a gem. The one being introduced to, was, quite obviously, prompted to say his or her name as well, when they heard his. It was a remarkable tool to come to know the other persons name .. and .. if and when there was to be another meeting after many forgettable years, the same technology was most helpful in remembering the other persons name, in case you had forgotten it .. !!

I must admit .. it was a technology that remained with me as a learning, assisting me in using it during those uncomfortable times, when out of the blue someone would come out to you and address himself as a long lost buddy , with a : 

“remember me ! we last met 6 years ago at the crossing of Kemps Corner, as you drove past and waved to me” !!!

My mind is warning me .. ‘of course you don’t, how could you possibly’ .. ‘stick that hand out ala Shashi Kapoor and act friendly..’ 

I obey .. 

‘yes of course I do’ ..  I say .. looking recognisably lost .. ( sticking hand out ) .. Amitabh Bachchan ..!!

And he would assure me with his .. and Kemp’s Corner and waving by, passing travelling vehicle, suddenly all come flashing by .. I am saved .. and he goes away with some rather impressionable opinions about me .. 

The next .. was his semi curly hair on head, falling carelessly over his forehead and ears, not quite covering it ..  and my upper story mumbled again : ‘hey ! maybe you should think of covering your ears as well ..’ … and off I went to Hakim the hair dresser at Taj Hotel with my plan .. and executed, it remained till date ..

What followed .. is a documentation of very intimate association, personal exigencies .. collective professional camaraderie .. ending in family bindings  ..

He had been ailing  .. somewhere he had let himself go after the passing away of his dear wife Jennifer .. I had visited him on occasion in Hospital during some of the times he had been hospitalised earlier .. but I never went to see him again .. I would never have .. I never ever wanted to see this beautiful friend and ‘samdhi’ in the state I saw him in hospital .. 

…. and I did not today, when they informed me that he had gone …

The words of the ‘sher’ at the opening came to me minutes after Rumi Jafri, eminent writer in our film industry, sent them to me on learning of his death ..

“how long could I have preserved this exquisite and expensive book of life ; the pages of the book were damaged ..”

He fondly addressed me as ‘babbua’ .. and with him have gone many incredible unread chapters of his and my life .. 

Amitabh Bachchan