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The story of Surpanakha has always fascinated me.I know many people may not like what I’m about to say.I know there will be justifications, why it was right, how it was necessary, how it had to happen. But for once, let’s keep all that aside. Let’s look at her story differently. Not as a turning point in the Ramayana. Not as the demon who sparked a war. Just as a woman. She saw a man. He was kind, calm, and handsome. She walked up to him, not secretly, not shyly, but openly. She said something simple and clear: “I like you. Will you marry me?” That’s it. No tricks. No schemes. No games. Just a woman expressing desire. And what did she receive in return? Laughter. They laughed at her. Rama. Lakshmana.They mocked her voice, her face, her boldness. They told her she was too dark, too old, too wild. That she should marry someone like herself, a demon. Not because she hurt anyone. Not because she attacked. Just because she chose. And when she didn’t apologise for wanting, When she didn’t qu...

 We call Lord Rama Maryada Purushottam, the ideal man, the perfect son, the one who walked with truth and grace. But do we ever pause and think why? Not just because he fought demons or ruled a kingdom. But because of how he treated people… especially the ones who hurt him.Let’s go back to Kaikeyi. His stepmother. The same woman who once loved him like her own. The same woman who later demanded his exile for 14 years and wanted her son Bharata on the throne.Why? Not because she hated Rama. But because she was manipulated and misled. Still, her words shook the royal family and broke hearts. And Rama? He didn’t argue. Didn’t rebel.Didn’t call her out. He smiled, bent down, touched her feet, and said: “If my father has promised, then I will obey. His word is my dharma.” No pain. No drama. No grudge. Even when he lost the throne, the palace, his comfort, and his future, he didn’t say a single harsh word. Later, when Bharata begged him to return, Rama still refused. Not out of pride, bu...

Let’s get this straight from the start. Lord Rama is not just a name to chant. Not a trending hashtag. Not a slogan for rallies. And definitely not a tool to shut people up. He was an ideal. A symbol of dignity, balance, justice, and kindness. He ruled with grace, led with wisdom, and made decisions that hurt him, but helped others.He listened even to enemies. He chose dharma over power. His silence wasn’t weakness—it was strength. His simplicity wasn’t backward—it was powerful. But today? His name is being screamed with anger. Used to divide. To cancel. To bully. The very values Lord Rama lived by: patience, empathy, fairness, are being replaced with noise, fear, and hate.People shout “Jai Shri Ram” 5 times a day… but have completely forgotten who Shri Ram actually was. Let’s listen to Hanuman for a moment. Sitting under a Parijatha tree in heaven, watching Earth from afar, Hanuman sighed and turned to Rama: “Prabhu, I visited Earth. Just to see how things are. I disguised myself and ...

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 The other day, I was sitting in a café, waiting for my client (who, as always, was running late). With nothing to do, I ordered my coffee and started scrolling through my phone. Right across my table, a group of college kids were hanging out. Laughing, giggling, and throwing savage one-liners at everyone in the café. Not too loud, but loud enough for me to enjoy the free entertainment. And let me tell you, they were on fire!One guy in the group was clearly the lead joker, felt like I was watching a mini stand-up show for free. He pointed at a man with a big round belly and said,“Bro, this guy’s sorted. He has a built-in coffee table. Just park your cup and chill!” Another one added, “His kids don’t need a trampoline—just jump on Daddy’s belly and bounce! And his wife? Free gym—punching bag with built-in cardio!” Then the punch: “Who needs six-packs? This guy brought the whole barrel! And airbags? Bhai, he’s got one installed naturally!” I was already grinning into my coffee cup. N...

In today’s world, it’s not just governments, laws, or institutions that control speech, it’s the mob. Not an official body, not elected representatives, but an army of faceless, nameless trolls who have taken it upon themselves to decide what’s acceptable and what’s not. You see it everywhere. Whether it’s politics, cinema, or even a casual opinion, the moment someone expresses something that doesn’t fit into the "accepted" narrative of a group, the attacks begin. And it’s not just disagreement, it’s a full-blown assault to silence. Take "Empuraan" for example. What should have been a normal film discussion turned into an ideological battleground. A slight creative choice, a minor change, or even an imagined offense was enough to trigger outrage, threats, and online wars. Why? Because certain groups have become hyper-sensitive, especially the right-wing ecosystem, which seems to have a sneezing fit over the slightest change. But this is nothing new. Throughout histo...

Disclaimer: Read, Laugh, and Move On! Before you start sweating, dialing your lawyer, or preparing for a protest, let me make one thing clear, this blog is just for fun! No political parties, leaders, supporters, fringe elements, mobs, or their ever-changing opinions were harmed in the making of this post. If your fragile sentiments are getting triggered, please note that we are not responsible for any broken screens or hearts. First, no FIRs are going to be entertained—yes, I’m serious, NO FIRs! Save the legal drama for the next election season. Second, no debates will be attended—if you feel offended, feel free to argue with your mirror; it’ll probably make more sense. Third, no damages will be reimbursed—if you throw your phone or TV in anger, that’s completely on you. And finally, no violence, please—we are all about breaking into laughter, not into things. If you’re feeling uncomfortable after reading this, just close your eyes, whisper “Achhe Din aayenge” three times, and carry o...