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Thursday, 9 October 2025

Where do they get this confidence!

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Where do they get this confidence!

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A friend from abroad while chatting asked, where do they get the confidence from? I asked, who? He replied, your neighbor Pakistan and went on to mention Shahbaz Sharif’s address at the UN and the Pakistanis making proclamations of defeating India and winning the Asia Cup? I responded by saying, It’s in their trait.

Recently at the 80th UN General Assembly Pakistan Prime Minister Shahbaz Sharif’s address was a long rant with a fake narrative. He went on to say – When in May this year, my country confronted unprovoked aggression from our eastern front, the enemy came shrouded in arrogance. We sent them back in humiliation, delivering a bloody nose. India sought to extract political gains from a human tragedy by spurning my sincere offer of an independent international investigation into Pahalgam incident.

He went on to say – We won the war. The world knowns what happened with 12 of their airbases damaged badly with the Nur Khan airbase in the news as American assets were also hit when India attacked this airbase causing major damage. And the severe damage caused to terrorist camps in the border areas, POK and interior

India strongly rebuked Pakistan Prime Minister Shehbaz Sharif’s address at the 80th UN General Assembly, describing his remarks as “absurd theatrics” and accusing him of glorifying terrorism. India, exercising the right of reply, asserted that terrorism is “central to Pakistan’s foreign policy." India referenced Pakistan’s long-standing use of cross-border terrorism and dismissed Sharif’s claims that Pakistan’s military repelled an Indian attack, countering with evidence that Pakistani forces pleaded for a ceasefire after significant damage. India reiterated that no amount of drama or misinformation by Pakistan could hide its support for terrorist groups or change the facts on the ground.

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During the Asia Cup 2025 though beaten twice by India, Pakistan was shouting all over, Pakistan will beat India and take the Asia Cup. And lost badly again! One can understand the empty rant by crazy fans but some their ex-cricketers talk nonsense thereby exposing their attitude and mindset. They simply can’t accept Indian beating them.

Most Pakistanis, illiterate and educated Pakistanis still believe Pakistan was always attacked by India in the cover of darkness like cowards. They believe Pakistan won all the wars with India, in 1965, 1971 and Kargil war. When told about 93,000 Pakistani soldiers surrendered to the Indian army at Bangladesh in 1971, they say its Indian propaganda. They claim Pakistan’s ISI and army is number 1 in the world.

In a roadside talk with an anchor, a couple of Pakistanis were boasting about being the best and strong country, and teaching India a lesson in every war. An elderly gentleman who was quietly listening to their boasts, intervened, I have been to India and have my relatives there. He blasted the men who were boasting. He said, India is not hundred but two hundred years ahead of us. See their infrastructure, transport, buildings, policies, healthcare, education, prices of commodities etc., you will be shocked how we Pakistanis are fooled by our leaders, politicians and media. There was silence all round. With social media people are seeing the truth.

And the best joke. They proudly state, Pakistan is respected by the world. The world leaders consult the Pakistani leaders. Pakistan is a rich country with everything available there. When pointed out about high rates, high prices and shortages of food, medicine and other items, they act ignorant.

This confidence comes from the top - from politicians, leaders, army and goes to people, the illiterate, madrassa educated and others. The womenfolk, mostly illiterate and even the educated are a different kind. They feel Pakistan is a rich country and the world is jealous of Pakistan and they don’t want it to rise because Pakistan will be a threat to others in every field. All the developed countries have stolen technology and copied from their books to grow. When asked, if other countries have copied from your books and grown, why is Pakistan languishing. They have no answer and quietly admit, their leaders and politicians are corrupt.

Campaigns of get out Pakistanis in Turkey, Japan, Greece and many countries tell the story of their mindset and behavior abroad. Even countries like UAE and others have made it tough for them to get visas.

Though the country strives on loans and aid from China, Saudi and other countries and funds from IMF to keep the economy alive over the years, people are wondering where do they get the confidence to make proclamations and spread false narrative around the world.

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Saturday, 20 September 2025

Position and Power Matter!

Position and Power Matter!

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Received this interesting and thought-provoking post from a reader. I felt I must share this with all my readers. It says a lot about life. Senior citizens will connect with this story and understand the true meaning. There's brightness when the light is on! Once out of power, no one is bothered about you. Reminds me of chat many years ago with an old man. He said, life is like a candle, when the flame is on, it provides brightness, and it attracts attention. But when the flame is gone, the candle is the same, but no one pays any attention!

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Only the Death Certificate Remains

A retired Police Commissioner had recently moved out of his official residence into his own house, nestled in a quiet colony. He took great pride in his accomplishments and his former stature.

Each evening, he would go for a walk in the neighborhood park. Yet, he neither greeted nor acknowledged anyone. He believed the others in the colony weren’t of his status — not worth his time or attention.

One day, while he was sitting on a park bench, an elderly man came and sat beside him. The man began a friendly conversation, but the Commissioner wasn’t interested in listening. Instead, he talked only about himself — his rank, his authority, his achievements. He often reminded others that he lived here not by necessity, but because he owned the property.

This routine continued for several days. The elderly man listened quietly each time, never interrupting.

Then, one evening, the old man finally spoke.

“Commissioner Sahib,” he said gently, “an electric bulb has value only while it shines. Once it burns out, it doesn’t matter whether it was a 10-watt or a 100-watt bulb. All burnt-out bulbs are the same — silent, lifeless, forgotten. I’ve been living in this colony for five years, and not once have I told anyone that I served as a Member of Parliament — twice.”

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The Commissioner’s expression shifted.

The old man continued, his voice calm. "You see the man sitting to your far-right? That’s Mr. Verma. He retired as a General Manager from Indian Railways. The man he’s chatting with — Rao — is a retired Lieutenant General from the Army. And the one quietly walking in white, that’s Mr. Shiva. He was once the Chairman of ISRO. None of them speak of their past titles. They don’t feel the need to.”

“I’m only telling you what I know,” the man said, pausing before he added,

“Because at the end of the day, we are all burnt-out bulbs. Whether we were zero-watt, 40, 60, or 100-watt — whether we were LED, CFL, halogen, or decorative — once the power is gone, we’re all the same.”

“After retirement, whether you were a Police Commissioner or a Police Constable, it no longer matters.”

He looked at the Commissioner thoughtfully and said,

“The rising sun and the setting sun are both beautiful. But the world bows only to the rising one. That’s just human nature. We must accept that reality.”

“Our titles, our positions — they are all temporary. If we let them define us, we’re bound to be lost when they leave us.”

“In chess, every piece — the king, the queen, the bishop, the pawn — has its value only while the game is in play. When it’s over, they’re all returned to the same box and the lid is shut.”

He smiled softly, looking around at the people in the park.

“So be happy in the moment. Hope for happiness in the future. But never cling to what is no longer yours.”

“No matter how many medals or certificates we collect in life, in the end, everyone receives just one. The Death Certificate!

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Sunday, 31 August 2025

Four walls don’t make a home!

Four walls don’t make a home!

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This is a story about elderly people and senior citizens who when displaced from their familiar environment and old friends with whom they openly expressed their feelings and chatted freely. They tend to get isolated, quiet and miss the familiar surroundings. This affects their everyday life, their physical and mental health. It also shortens their life span. Sometimes children and loved ones shift them with good intention but don't realize the harm caused during their twilight years.

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India was partitioned in 1947 into India and Pakistan. Overnight people became refugees. People from both sides were crossing over to the other side. There was chaos; Hindus from the other side crossed over to India, and Muslims on this side crossed over to the other side. Many Muslims stayed back. Similarly, some Hindus, Sikhs, and Christians stayed back on the other side. Suddenly friends became foes. People on either side were being harassed and massacred; over 10 million people lost their lives. This was the darkest chapter in Indian history. And Chopra and family was one of them. An affluent Punjabi family with a big house, property, and business had to leave it all overnight and cross over to the Indian side as refugees. With great difficulty reached the Indian side.

Most of the Hindu refugees, mainly from Punjab, Sind, and other places, were given refuge by the Indian government in different towns and cities. Some were put in barracks, government housing buildings, and other places. Some of the affluent refugees were offered small plots of land to construct houses and live with their own people in some of the suburbs of then Bombay. Chopra and family also got a plot of land to construct a house and live within their community, where they felt at home.

Chopra’s family consisted of his aged mother, wife, and young children—two sons and a daughter. Being a qualified professional, he was able to get some assignments and manage his home. He managed to construct a small house in the plot of land given by the Indian authorities and have a safe roof over his head. Slowly they were able to come to grips with their fate. At least they were happy that all were safe and together. Days passed by, and they were trying to settle down in the new city, new environment, and among new people. Life was not so easy. They remembered the good old days in Punjab, now in Pakistan lost forever. But they had to get on with life.

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Children were attending school, and Chopra was busy with his profession and started doing well. Next, he added a floor to the house. Since Chopra’s aged mother and his wife were not comfortable living in the same house, the family shifted to the top floor, while his aged mother lived on the ground floor. Chopra shared his free time with his mother on the ground floor and his family on the first floor. Now things were going smoothly, and they were settling down in the new place. Years passed by, and Chopra and his family were living a happy and peaceful life. After a couple of years, his aged mother expired peacefully in this house, though longing to see their ancestral house they left behind. The children grew up; the elder son, Akash, got admission in IIT, and the daughter, Asha, and the other son, Arun, would be finishing school in a few years. Time went by, and life was kind to Chopra. They were settled and comfortable in the new city. Slowly they were rebuilding their life from scratch.

As years went by, everything was falling into place. The elder son, Akash, passed out from IIT. The other son, Arun, managed to get admission in an engineering college, and the daughter, Asha, passed the entrance exam and got admission in a medical college in Mumbai. However, as things were going fine, his wife fell ill, and after some months, she too expired. Chopra was devastated. Now he was left alone with his children. The only solace was that he was living in a colony with houses and people who too were refugees like him; some were his old friends. He would share his thoughts and memories with his contemporaries of his native place in Punjab, now in Pakistan. They are all beautiful memories of friends; some of them were Muslims too who grew up with them. Partition had devasted and separated them forever.

Meanwhile, his daughter Asha and elder son Akash were married. The younger son, Arun, went abroad to the USA and later settled there. Years later he too got married there to a foreigner. He lived with his elder son, Akash, and his wife. Slowly he retired from active life and was happy and healthy. Every morning on getting up, he would go down and join his old friends for a chat. Later again in the evening, he would sit with his old friends in the colony and talk about various things, including life in their native Punjab, before crossing over to India as refugees. And how they restarted their life all over again from nothing. This meeting was like oxygen to him to energize life being among his own people. He was enjoying his retired life and was happy that his son had taken over charge of the house.

Age was catching up with Chopra, but he was fit and healthy. His elder son, Akash, who was into business, established himself and was doing well. He had two children, a girl and a boy, who were schooling. With success comes ambition and ideas. With modern residential towers coming up nearby, his son and wife were keen to move into one of the modern towers after living in a modest house for years. They booked a flat in one of the top floors in a nearby tower. Chopra was not keen to shift since coming to Mumbai; with his mother, wife, and children, he had lived in this modest house he had constructed for many years. Besides, people who, like him, had crossed over to India had been staying here as neighbors for decades. And they were the support system for each other in times of need.

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But his son Akash and his wife had made up their minds to shift to the new flat. Finally convincing his father, they shifted to the new flat in a tower on the ninth floor with all modern amenities. Chopra felt lost, isolated and lonely. He couldn’t come down freely to go and meet his old friends, some distance away. In the earlier house, on getting up, he would walk down and chat with his old friends. Here it was all quiet, and the loneliness affected his physical and mental health. Within a few months, he fell sick. He started to sink. Lying on the bed, just staring at the fan and the ceiling, he was thinking about his big house in Punjab, his modest old house here, his friends from Punjab who, like him, came as refugees, and the chats he had with them. Though his son took good care of him and referred him to a reputed doctor and could afford the best of treatment for him, there was no improvement; without realizing that his heart was in the old house, among his old friends, which was like oxygen to him to energize and to keep him fit and healthy.

His son Akash, though educated, sincere, and smart, didn’t realize that a cozy house with four walls is not sufficient especially for the elderly. A man needs a social life too, especially his contemporaries. And almost after a year of shifting to the apartment in the tower, his falling sick, failing health, and struggling to get back to normal, he expired a lonely man. The tall, well-built, smiling man was a shadow of himself in the end.

Shifting or displacing the elderly during their twilight years, even with good intention, from old and familiar surroundings is the worst thing to do; people do more harm to their psyche and their well-being, affecting their physical and mental health, and soon loneliness creeps in, though family and children are with them. But they get busy with their own life and problems without realizing old people get ignored, need company and having no social life or anyone to talk to or interact with them does more harm than any sickness.

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