BNLF-2 at the valley of words
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To the Scribe Tribe
Bits of Paper
I am walking into Satkar Residency Manipal to catch up with my classmates who I have not met for 28yrs. Out comes a man, chucks a wrapper, he walks few steps, pulls out a pack of cigarettes, sticks one into his mouth and chucks the empty packet, and he also stamps out it for a …
A Crappy Affair
World toilet day The UN has declared Nov.19th as the world Toilet day. We have lived and grown up with toilets, of course during our younger days when we travelled we never used public toilets since we were worried about hygiene with the advent of pay toilets those are taken care off too. The impact …
Memories…
When you ask a mother of 23yrs, to share memories, you are creating Frankenstein monster. These moments are there, they are the ones that root me to the earth. When I am down and lonely they are all there to nourish me back. When it comes to my daughters there are very few bad moments, …
A long way to Swachh Bharat
Littered Road-side, Karjat
Swachh Bharat campaign is getting a momentum. It has become a trend talking about cleanliness and hygiene. That is about the only thing most of the people do. Sadly, everyone isn’t ready to act for the cause. Taking a broom for a day isn’t going to achieve clean India, or if it does achieve it, it’ll be for a day.
Maybe we should have a clean India day. On that day, we all can clean the streets, and the country will sparkle if only for a day. And the rest of the year we can go back to our regular irresponsible self.
If we want something permanent, we have to try and break the habit of considering the streets our personal trash can. After about three months of the campaign, the streets are still littered with trash, and the trash cans when present are still never maintained…
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The town of Akola
Still on the trail of swach Bharat with NDTV and fellow blogger it was day-2 From Buldana, to Akola district, we stayed at the town of Akola, at a place called Jasnagar Hotel. The town of Akola, looked slow paced, it was as if the town wanted to share her story with us, old British building, …
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