Bland-55 Fiction

Note:- 55  Fiction infers to fictional writings limited to 55 words

I know very well about your skills and capability...
You are adept in doing it...
You have got great experience.
You did it earlier..
at many places...
with many people...
Now, you have got the chance to entice me with your suavity
and something in me is desperate for it...
but still, go back! Walmart!

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PS: Brand but bland
PSS: Expressed for 3ww with hinted words Chance, Entice and Suave

Free-55 Fiction

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Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.

We got freedom.

We have freedom....

.......

Freedom to express and choose .

                 to exploit and suppress.

                 to adapt and evolve.

                 to dilute and corrupt.

                 to have Religion

                 to be slaves of Globalization ...

Freedom for Farmers to drink pesticides

                 for Tribes to convert

                 for Corporates to suck

But we forgot that our freedom was not for Free

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Lief Lifes - GingerChai 55 Fixes

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Lie

Indira, never bothered about price tags, was flushing thousands of bucks in the city's most ostentatious mall...

What mattered her was the brands...

On her way to home, she had stopped by a maize corn cart, lowered her car's window, and asked the vendor, "How much?".

He replied, "5 rupees each, madam..."

"...3 for 10 rupees?", she bargained.

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Alive

There are national and international policies and programs to protect endangered species like Tigers, panda etc...

Recent reports reveal that there is one more species which needs attention and focus...

Though every one knows the reason behind the fall in their count, no one hardly bothers about them...

Scientists have named the species as "Indiana-Farmer".

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 Live

 She used to be very simple with emotional inclination towards societal well being and oneness ...

But, her affinity towards materialistic and consumerist life style forced her into prostitution...

She is so beautiful that customers hardly bother that she has got only one leg...

She is suffering from cancer...

She is not Indira, she is India.

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PS : The  word "Indiana-Farmer" is not a typo and i have deliberately used it to represent the Latin nomenclature syndrome of researchers whenever they name something new :)

Reap - 77 Fiction

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.

Reap

One more crop failure will send her into the suicide abyss.

Rajamma shows little interest in the now stunted orange trees.

In her, they evoke only the worst of memories.
Their farm headed for its third straight year of failure. 

“I don't care about it,” she says, “if the trees die.”
What she did care about, already did.

Her son Shekar took his life less than a week ago, making her life more stunted than the trees.

Colours of Earth

I don't listen to God...
While empathizing with the grievances of melting mountains
While cleaning the fishes in oiled seas 
While listening to the weighing sagas of monsoon clouds
While removing the chemical thorns from the river beds

I don't listen to God...
While cleaning my internal organs with the inhaled air 
While tasting the salt of war victim's tears
While recollecting the names of Bhopal  gas disaster victims

I don't listen to God...
While the breeze over dried crops expanding the holes in my banian, like amoebas 
While painting the agony of farmer's suicides  
While reading their unwritten suicide notes
While taking care of young calves whose mothers are sent to slaughter houses

I don't listen to God...
While searching for the lost nests of birds
While picking up insects for the handicapped birds
While admitting those insect’s kids in orphanages
While patting the heads of thousands of wild animals 
While dropping an ant in its homeland, which mistakenly took flight to another country

I don't listen to God...
While filling the breasts of African mothers 
While helping poor farmers in gathering pesticides 
While assisting a child in separating the rice from soil  
While stitching the patches of child labourer's clothes
While searching for humans in concrete jungles

I don't listen to God...
While collecting the black smoke of development
While bearing the poisonous whip lashes of corporate greed 
While watching the last process of photosynthesis

I don't listen to God...
While writing memoirs for every fallen dried leaf and flower
While sculpting the names of cut down trees and cleared forests 
While preserving those yet to be hybridized virgin  plants
While sharpening the teeth of week seeds, struggling to crack the earth’s chemical surface

PS : Saving Earth is not just saving Green, it is about every colour.

Whack, You or Me?

Note : This post is my entry for  Blogadda's   ‘Whack!! this Wednesday’ contest. 
 

I have my culture, tribal

though you say we don't

I don't have civilization

Though you have at their rapid speed

I have never asked you to be like me,

But every step you take

leads to my conversion and

adaptation to urbanization, no no,

its elimination of my culture

Both my language and me are in extinction.

tigers are better treated than me.

Call me dog, but treat me like me

I don't want to whack you,

but..

.................................................................................

I speak my language, rural.

You call it vernacular and native,

and you look down at me ....

You speak their language,

you call it refined and polished though colonial,

You have media, money and manipulation

You rate it higher and feel superior

I don't want to whack you,

but..

.................................................................................

I toil hard with nature, in nature,

That is my nature to give fruits

You toil smart in ACs for them

You take away our fruits for peanuts

You think about every brand

everything in brand

I don't think about any  brand

as long as it is a bowl of rice .

Else, we do have better choice,

subsidized branded pesticides.

I don't want to whack you,

but..

.................................................................................

I wait for it, every year and everywhere

from the sky, from the ground and every way

For you it is their consumer product, in bottles

They suck it from my sweat and blood

whenever you gulp it into your throats.

I dwell deeper for it into many wells

also, much deeper into debts, then

Much more deeper into life , and

Finally out of life, does it matter?

pushing my family into a deeper well

I don't want to whack you,

but..

.................................................................................

I take up all the so called low grade jobs,

with technique and precision

dirty, smelly, stinky and tough, under sun.

You call  it impure and isolate us.

You memorize few strange stanzas, under roof

make it aplomb with rituals and presentation..

And hence self proclaimed sacredness

to grab money, power and respect.

I stop my job,

check whether society moves on

You stop yours.

I bet Gods, it hardly impacts,

neither you sacred lines nor the myth.

Here, you are like Them,

exactly like them,

You are almost them. You are them.

I don't want to whack you,

but,

.................................................................................

But, before I whack, let me tell you who i am

I am one of the group called WE

We are tribes,

we are rural,

we are farmers,

we are peasants,

we are workers.....

We are sure,

We are not "We the People"

We have been neglected and humiliated

in the name of westernized and globalized development.

Then who are We?

We are "We the'y' people".......... But Y ?

Because you and they have media, money and manipulation (3M)

Anyway, I along with the WE want to whack hard

Whack whom?

No, not the you.

We are not like you

We and I  want to whack the system not the people,

who are mere puppets in the hands of system.

Yes, the same system which you have named like

Capitalism, Corporatism , Consumerism, Colonialism. (4C)

But I/we call it Feudalism

I/WE whack Feudalism and

all the 4Cs and 3Ms

out of the seas and borders

but only in books and blogs.

Anyway it is time for them and you to whack me, as usual.

not in writings but in reality, daily and forever.

Whack me, Sir ji! Whack me!

PS : The 'I' in all these stories represent the social 'me' and hence I claim the share in 'I'.  

PPS: Thanks to Rachana for passing the Que.

Progress - 77 Fiction

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.

Progress

Venkatamma with her two kids, after her husband's suicide, has been in 6 painful months of rigorous wandering for survival...

Somehow they managed to get some work on contract basis at a Dam construction as labourers...

Now, they are able to fill their stomachs twice a day as both her kids are also working there, but still they are quite unhappy, wretched and tormented...

The massive dam for which they are working daily, will soon submerge their village...

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Notes :
1. Government's plan is to build 30 large, 135 medium and 3000 small dams to harness the waters of the Narmada and its tributaries, impacting  millions of people living in the river valley. Is it for people's benefit or Contractor's benefit?

Fool

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He was an untold story. He walked his talk. He had unquestioned answers and unfinished thoughts. He knows Nature very well and he had got good nature. He was slave to the clock of sunrise and sunset.  Every morning he walked 4 miles into the forests, drinking the lush morning amidst wild animals, to collect water, drop by drop, in a pot from a  small dripping.  He would come  back to a road and would give the water pot to the people tucked in cushions and gaping at the beauty of the nature in the AC  Hi-Tech bus with colourful embellishments.  He had been repeating the same  activity thrice a day, since years, irrespective of the seasons and the reasons. Neither the sun burns nor the hot winds in the scorching summer had stopped him. His bare feet had left an indelible impression on the harsh paths of the forest. His gushing sweat used to wet his toes. His bleached bones could not separate the breeze from the wind. The water in the forest was still dripping, drop by drop. His walks used to bring out the memories of some horrible disasters and  trauma happened in his life. He  never drank even a single drop of water from that pot. People in the bus were so busy that they never bothered to pay him neither money nor attention. Everyone were blinded by the illusory version of success. He had never asked himself why he was doing this service to those people. He ran his own race. No one, including him, had the clarity whether it was his compulsion or determination or obligation or adaptation or sublimation or submission or satisfaction .

The number of buses kept on increasing and so were his trips in a day, but the pot size had remained the same. He was weak and dried up but he had never let his life to loose the sense of purpose. He used to push himself to the limit. How could he raise a reasonable doubt when no one were interested? He was enveloped by the emptiness by the strain of his frenetic pace. Nothing kept him on his feet, except his will. His dragging walks reminded him of his life he wanted to forget.  He no more gave those morbid and glum  expressions. It was him and yet it was not him. He was forced to work to the last atom of his strength. He moved like a prey of vultures. He was like a falling leaf that was blown and was turning around through the air, wavering and tumbling to the ground. One day, at the crack of the dawn, he died. It hadn't made any difference to anyone. Neither the dripping of water in the forest nor the AC in the buses had stopped. The grains of plain truth and hideous cruelty were still at game with mute spectators.  He was not a Fool, he was a farmer, Indian farmer. He drank something else on his last day. His precarious existence and obtrusive absence were nestled in the forest. His son continued the queer and quaint service with the same unquestioned answers and unfinished thoughts. The Nature smiled and the forest mourned.

Anyway, who is the FOOL then?

Some are born fools, some achieve foolishness and some have foolishness thrust upon them, and most people don’t realize the above three points.

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Destination

Anjanna was waiting for the bus  since 2 hours. He had got two bags with him. The bus would be late today. He was worried and nervous about his void future. He touched his children's heads gently and warmly.  While he was bargaining to buy two bananas for his children, the bus came and  nearly 100 people thronged onto the 52 seater bus through windows, much before it could reach the bus platform. He rushed towards the bus door only to find a suitable place to stand. He looked around for am empty seat. All the 3 seater and 2 seater were already filled with extra persons. He confirmed with his children whether they have money for seven seater auto to get back to their village. The bus started . His children bid him good bye, but not cheerfully. Of course, they were eager to have the bananas(after months). The bus moved at increasing pace and he waved to his children until the bus took the main route, diagonally. When the bus crossed the town's outskirts and about to reach the Krishna river bridge, he lost into thoughts  of the events happened in the last two days of his life.........

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As like any other farmer in the developing India, it was tough time for him. The draught hit the land of Krishna river for the 4th consecutive year. He could not repay the loan taken to invest in bore wells that do not work because the water table and the power voltage was always  low. He was left with no other option than selling his two bulls. He loved them a lot. They were part of his family. He was reluctant to sell them and tried many ways to convince his landlord regarding the debt. His starving children, ailing wife and mounted debt made him to succumb to the pressure . His prayers and rituals to God didn't turn into miracles and, finally, he sold them at a nominal price. The parting was tough. He took the money from the buyer and left the place with a feeling of guilty and despair. He had never imagined and could not digest the fact that his bulls would be butchered at a slaughter house. He had never experienced such kind of emotional pain in his entire life. It was more than a sin for him.

After walking few steps he turned around. He came back to the bulls and touched their feet with reverence and submission. He left for ever  and never turned back.....

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He is still standing in the bus. He came back to the senses when the bus conductor shouted at him for ticket and asked him wryly, "Where?". He said dryly, "Mumbai". He was prepared to stand for 18 more hours in the "Bus to Mumbai", the route to survival.  He had two choices, one the Mumbai Call and the other, the Suicide call. Of course, it's quite common trivial to mention that his bag contained a pesticide bottle too. Anyway, he was destined to join the infamous, unknown and much neglected social group, "The Palamoor Coolies", informally labelled as 'Palamoor Labour'.
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Anjanna returned home from Mumbai for Sankranthi festival, not to celebrate, but to repay only small portion of the loan. The drought intensity and the threats from the local money-lender added to his misery, forcing him to take his life, leaving his wife and two children. Thanks to the pesticides manufacturer, it worked.

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PS : 

1. Palamoor is the original name of Mahabubnagar district of AP which is notorious for mass migrations(10-15 lakh) and suicides of farmers (in-spite of Krishna river flowing through its heart). It is the largest migration in the world, from a district, in search of work and survival.

2. Palamoor has the record for having 53 buses, weekly, to Mumbai to accommodate the increasing migrations.

3. Nearly, 1/3 rd of the district's population is in migration and the irony is that two rivers Krishna and Tungabhadra along with 12 other rivulets are just mere spectators.

4. Most  Mahabubnagar politicians began life as labour contractors and were involved in labour export.

5. Villages of Mahabubnagar are just show pieces to exhibit in front of World Bank Officers to get  World Bank loans for Andhra Pradesh

6.  Solution?. No no no.....dont say that. We are not suppose to complain or urge for justice. The slogans 'One nation, one state, brotherhood, blah blah......' will fill our drying empty stomachs.

7. I am a native of Mahabubnagar district  :(

Farmers and Corporate India

Consider a family of 10 people with 1000 rupees monthly income . They have two choices.  

1. Everyone in the family gets a share of 100 rupees

2. Only 2 people get 900 rupees and remaining 8 have to share the left over 100 rupees.

Which choice do you support ?

Ideally speaking, in an Utopian voice, everyone of us will vote for first choice. Yes, It is easy to choose than to act. But, practically we have been flooded with the benefits and luxuries of fat salaries as the family of India had chosen the second choice of conscious partiality and bias towards the few lakhs corporate people over crores of farmers, since two decades. Ironically we are too busy in branded socialising and accumulating branded e-dump that we have never bothered about the remaining, who have been struggling for survival and existence, since 2 decades.

Rarely mentioned are the massive subsidies, now larger than ever before, for the Corporate sector. This year alone, the budget gifts over Rs. 500,000 crore in write-offs, direct and indirect, to the Big Boys(Corporate Sector). That's Rs. 57 crore every single hour on average — almost a crore a minute. Beating last year's Rs. 30 crore an hour by more than 70 per cent. (Ref: Tables 5 and 12 of the “Statement of Revenue Foregone” section of the budget.)

So, is it clear how India is producing Billionaires year after year ? How the Corporate Ship floats on the Fat-salary Syndrome? Who is responsible for the 2 lakh farmers suicides in india since 1997? The number is drastically many times more than the people died in terrorist activities? Isn't the issue more serious than terrorism. Is development at the cost of millions of lives valid, meaningful and Justified ? What is the meaning of having a notion of one country? We are living in the green pastures of golden illusion that we deserve every penny we have earned. But ...

• There is hunger, starvation and death of thousands of hapless farmers behind every corporate luxury and aplomb. There is a painful cry, exploitation and injustice behind every lavish penny we are spending in this consumerist  electronic lifestyle. There are mass hungers, starvations and malnutritioned child deaths behind every urbanised superiority complex attitude. There are many hidden, untold tragedies and suicides on every currency note we spend affluently with pride.

1. Why do the so called self proclaimed corporate tech savvy intellectuals and genius professionals need monetary concessions every year?(Rs. 57 crore every single hour in 2010 )
2. Why do pesticides kill more farmers than pests in India? 
3. Why do we conveniently ignore our indirect role in this corporate gambling ?(Oh k k ....fat salaries?)
4. Why do corporate people  get concessions and monetary benefits every year where as farmers get loan waiver only once in two decades ? (Party Funds???) 
5. Why don't the media talks about them(Oh! Corporate Media!)?
6. Who is exploiting and plundering the innocents in the name of globalisation and corporate capitalism and finally calling it development? (?????)
7. Why do the so called elite-modern-educated need a special financial platforms? Are they intellectually handicapped? 
8. Why a farmer, the food giver, starves and begs for the same food he had produced?
9. Who is ruling India as of now, ultimately, in the name of globalisation ?

 BTW, Why the tree of India is cutting down its own roots just because it has got colourful flowers and delicious fruits ???

Do we really care?
Are we ready to take the call of  social revolution and the responsibility ?
Are we ready for sacrifices and radical reforms?

We may shrug of these social differences simply by saying that we are not directly responsible for them  . Yeah, go for an easy way. Lets start blaming the politicians. Yes, we should even stop uttering pompous slogans like "Hamara Bharath Mahan". It is better to say "Mera Lifestyle Mahan".
It was shocking and shivering when the Pink Slip Syndrome stroked us last year. Imagine the plight of those volatile farmers who have been facing the Pink slips for LIFE every year, since 1991.

I would like to end  with.......

"We can wake up a person who is sleeping, but we cannot wake up a person who pretends to be sleeping "

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Anyway,
Lets have Happy Hallucinations in the proverbial Frog's Well .
Worried about Hike?

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Notes : (Source : The Hindu, March 1)

1. An incentive to repay loans on time — which millions of farmers cannot do — is being passed off as an additional subsidy to the aam kisan in this budget. And there is still an air of self-congratulation on the Rs. 70,000-crore farm loan waiver of 2008. A one-off waiver that comes once in so many decades.

2 .Yet revenue foregone in this budget in direct tax concessions to corporate tax payers is close to Rs. 80,000 crores. It was over Rs. 66,000 crore last year. And Rs. 62,000 crore the year before that. In all, Rs. 2,08,000 crores of direct freebies in 36 months.

3. Consider that this loot-and-grab sortie has been on for two decades now. It means that in direct tax freebies alone the corporate sector has had the equivalent of some 15 'farm loan waivers' since 1991. Then there's the indirect stuff. In this year's budget: Revenue foregone in excise duty — Rs. 1,70,765 crores. Customs duty — Rs.2,49,021 crores. Together with the Rs.80,000 crore in direct write-offs, the total nears Rs. 500,000 crores.

Telangana

Note : Please watch the above videos before you conclude something.

* This topic is a tribute to "Srikanth 'who became a 'martyr' for Telangaana

*** Nenu Saitam Prapanchaagniki Samidhanokkati Aahuticchaanu 

*** First Victory of Telangaana over Injustice and Exploitation

 

The water is flowing in Krishna. Kondapur is deserted. It usually is, in the month of May. This village in Mahbubnagar(Palamooru) district of Telangana falls in the belt known for some of the highest levels of migration in south India each year. Countless households lie locked up. Just three years ago, there were 40 to 45 bus services a week to Mumbai from Mahbubnagar(Palamooru) district. This year the number is down to 28(Thanks to NREGA programme). For the farmers , the bus to Mumbai is their route to survival . A hope of work and income for 1/3 rd of the population(nearly 10 lakhs) in this district. Shall I call this DEVELOPMENT ??

"Krishna river enters into Andhra Pradesh through Mahbubnagar (Palamooru) district of Telangaana".

This is what i used to read in my Geography lessons in school days. But i used to wonder why I was standing in a big Que for 2 hours near a water tanker , daily. Where all the river water is going? Why cant we access it? Is not the river ours too? The water is flowing in Krishna.  Is the Geography wrong? Is it printing mistake or, Someone  else's deliberate, planned, cunning mistake for their selfish/greedy ends? More questions used to pop out of my mind whenever i saw the dry fields in the villages. More naked truths came in front of me, shamelessly. The Mahabubnagar(Palamooru) labour is popular all over India, particularly in Mumbai.   Software is not the only thing A.P. exports. Nor hi-tech brains to the United States. Misery-driven migrations, hunger, and distress are among its other major products.

The water is flowing in Krishna....but still we have deep debts, starving children, terrible distress , devastated fields, dry tanks and dead streams,  burning lives, soul-breaking slums, evaporating hopes and the questions of survival. When the mild HCL keeps touching  the walls of stomach ruthlessly thrice a day, how come we can fight against injustice and inequality. Whom shall we approach? How shall we approach ? We heard many promises from many leaders ,right from Nehru to KCR.  It is been 60 years after independence, but still the water is flowing in Krishna, for someone else.

The water is flowing in Krishna. Soon i had realized that the unreported, regular, constant, isolated, neglected, happening farmer suicides is quite common to all the 10 districts of Telangana, in-spite of two major rivers, Godavari and Krishna , flow through the Telangaana.
 Nagarjuna Sagar Dam(Nalgonda) could not solve the problem of Fluorosis in Nalgonda, but water from the dam is being pipelined to Hyderabad. WHY and for whom?
Manjeera river (Medak) water is not used for Agriculture in Medak,  but the same water is diverted to Hyderabad for drinking. WHY and for whom?
The story of discrimination/exploitation/injustice/looting is the identity of Telangana now. Where all the water is going? Why Telangaana is backward in-spite of huge natural resources (Rivers, soils, forests, minerals, lakes). 

The truth is that the fate of Telangaana is same everywhere, since decades, since centuries.

Who is responsible for this plundering, Injustice and Exploitation?
Who is looting us in the name of one state(AP)?
What is the solution? 
Naxalism ?
Separate state?
Before i could say yes ,,,,,,

Suddenly, someone asked me few questions from the green paddy fields of Coastal Andhra.

1. If The water is flowing in Krishna ,  then, why Telangaana?

Because, in the same state of Andhra Pradhesh

someone sucks the water from our dams...

someone sucks the blood from our arteries...

but when we drill for ground water, we get debts, instead of water.

someone have 3 crops in a year....
we have 3 migrations in a year....

someone uses pesticides for their commercial crops

 we use pesticides to drink and say bye bye

someone have excess food grains ...
We have excess suicides...


someone learns the route to USA
We learn the route to Mumbai


someone have water round the clock....
We don't have water to drink even if the water keeps evaporating from our tired bodies.


someone speak the language of domination...
We hear the language of humiliation ...



someone have stolen our jobs, shamelessly, cunningly, ruthlessly...
And gave us insults on our language and culture, in return...


someone have media and government in their hands....
we have route map of Mumbai and Dubai in our hands....

  Finally, if we can have water, we can have crops. If crops, then we can have money. If money, then we can have power. Yes, Power, to rule ourselves, to have identity and self respect.... to free ourselves from discrimination/exploitation/injustice/looting.....Hence, that's why we need Telangaana.

 2 .We should have only one state for all Telugu speaking people.

If we can have more than 3 states for Hindi speaking people why not for Telugu?

 Moreover, you always say that the Telangaana language is impure Telugu , right? You hate our festivals, dialect and culture. Then why do you need us?? Ohhhhoooo... k k k k....acha.....your wicked concern is all about the mighty capital, our Hyderabad. I Got it now. You Andhra leaders na, always cunning.

3. Yes, you telangaanites  speak impure Telugu. 
In the 23 districts of AP , each district has got different slang/dialect. On what basis and criteria you say that one slang is pure/impure. Just because people from one district entered the print/electronic media first and used their language, does it become pure?

For your kind information, Telangaana literally means "land of telugus". The word Telugu originated from Trilinga, Telunga,  Telinga, Telangana and Tenunga. (Refer : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Telugu)
 Now tell me, Is Telangaana telugu impure?

4. It is meaningless to divide India into small states.
Then why did the Andhra (not AP) got separated from Chennai state in 1953? Isnt it double standards? 

USA  have 50 states . Many nations in Europe are smaller than Telangaana.

70% states in India are much smaller than Telangaana. Then why the fuss?

Why do not you see it as an administrative convenience?

5. Telangana state will become like Jharkhand and Chhattisgarh? 

    Telangana state will become like Punjab and Haryana.
By the way, Telangana has already become a Jharkand/Chattisgarh by staying in United AP since 50 years

6. Do you think you will get developed by getting separate Telangaana?

 Development ???? Nice joke dude. Let us think about our survival first. Then we will plan how to stop water in our dams , how to get our jobs back from you, how to preserve our language and culture,  how to utilize our natural resources etc.  Of course, the corruption and politics will be there as usual. Telangaana is to stop Andhra leaders from looting us and allowing the Telangaana leaders to loot us.

Anyway, being an independent state , Telangana will get minimum constitutional safeguards in all sectors.

7. Then, will you kick us from Hyderabad?

Dont worry dude. We are not as selfish and cunning . It is just a states reorganization, not country's division. Anyone, irrespective of his state, can live here happily. (Many Marathis and Gujarathis have been living in Hyderabad since Nizam's rule). You are most welcome to stay until and unless you think to rule and dominate us.

8. No, we wont accept ...... Hyderabad is ours.

 @#+_$%*&_*%^+)_#%:"{_/''}]]^~}[^*(*&%^*(#$_..........Got it ?????

Dude, please don't test our patience. We do have limits to our tolerance. 
400 year old Hyderabad had been built by our taxes and labour.
Have some shame to claim it. Moreover it is located in the center of Telangaana, geographically. Use some minimum sense. No one is asking anyone to leave the capital. In india we have single citizenship which gives you the right to live anywhere. Hyderabad can  still be yours, even after the formation of telangana depending on the number of years you stay here(please read:Mulki Rules)

9. It is ridiculous to divide "TeluguThalli "....
Where was Teluguthalli when Gentlemen's agreement/Mulki Rules/610 GO/SRC Recommendation were violated completely ? 
Where was Teluguthalli when you had started Jai Andhra in 1972 just because  Supreme Court ordered AP to implement Mulki Rules?

Our Telugu text books have lessons on "Atlathadde"  but the Telangaana festivals like "Bathukamma" and "Sammakka-sarakka" are nowhere mentioned in our syllabus. Why?
Are we not sons of Teluguthalli? 
If Bharatmata(nationalism) and Teluguthalli (sub nationalism) can coexist, why cannot Telanganathalli(subnationalism) coexist with the other two mothers.

10. What shall andhra farmers do if you stop all water ?

No state in India can stop a river water completely, as there is an Inter state river tribunal  which regulates the river water sharing among different states.
Also, whenever a new state forms, there will be a commission to decide the sharing of Resources/Revenue/Jobs/Water/.

BTW, even the Telangana state has not yet formed, you Andhra leaders have already started worrying about water, jobs, resources etc, Just imagine the plight of Telangana who's resources have been exploited by you since 50 years........... ??

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Anyways, the water is flowing in Krishna. There are often over 100 passengers on those 58-seat buses. Which means some people are standing for much of that 18-hour journey. And then there are the huge numbers from this district heading for Hyderabad. Also, to at least 30 other destinations ranging from Gujarat to Rajasthan, even Orissa.

What accounts for this desperate out-migration?

"Without Mumbai and Pune, we cannot survive,

Until we get our water, to drink at-least, if not for cropping, the route to Mumbai will be our lifeline. ......


 My heart roars, thumping my fist into the air, with equal anguish and pride, on behalf of all the  farmers, students and martyrs of Telangaana..

"Jai Telangaana, Jai Jai Telangaana"..... 
"Naa Telangaana Koti Ratanaala Veena"....
" Nenu Saitham, Nenu Saitham....."

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BTW, the water is flowing in Godavari too, which enters Andhra Pradesh through Adilabad district of Telangaana".... and the same story of discrimination/exploitation/injustice/looting continues there too.

JAI HIND .....

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PS :(Facts)

1.Out of the 28 states and 7 UTs currently in India , 70% are smaller than Telangana. Telangana’s  population is 30 million plus. There are 25 states that are smaller than Telangana in population.

2. Mahbubnagar(my native place,100 km from Hyderabad) is the worst district in terms of literacy, because the mass migrations destroy any chance of education for the children who accompany their parents for months at a time.
3. The rivers of Krishna and Godavari flow through Telangana, and the dams are in Telangana, but the canals carrying the water go to Coastal Andhra

4. Except for common language, the people of Andhra and Telangana have different dialects, histories, cultural systems, different food habits

5.When Telangana was liberated(sep 17 1948) from the Nizam of Hyderabad, it was an independent state in the Union of India until 1956.

6.The uniqueness about Andhra pradesh is that it was formed by the combination of two states (Hyderabad and Andhra). Andhra was formed in 1953. Hyderabad was an independent state from 1948 to 1956. AP was formed on the promises of 1956 Gentleman's agreement . We are asking our state back.

7.# Godavari

-->flows 79% in Telangana and 21% in Andhra

--> 70% cultivable land is in Telangaana under Godavari waters

We hardly get 20% of water out of 1480 TMCs

What about the remaining 50 % of our share??

# Krishna

--> flows 68.5% in Telangana

18.39% in rayalaseema

13.11% in andhra

--> 65% cultivable land is in Telangaana under Krishna waters

--> Telangana gets only 65 TMCs out of 595 TMCs out of Krishna based projects

which is just 10%,

Rayalaseems gets 14.6 %

Ramaining 75 % goes to Andhra

Is it fair? isnt it injustice?

What about the remaining water since decades??

--> Mahabubnagar gets 25% of Krishna water, but why did it still remains most backward district with regular drought and famines? 

8. Please read the following topics before you conclude and comment on Telangaana so that we can have rational and meaningful discussion. 

1. Telangana @ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Telangana

2. SRC Report @ http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/India_States_Reorganisation_Commission_Report_Telangana_Andhra

3. Gentlemen's Agreement @ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gentlemen%27s_agreement_of_Andhra_Pradesh_%281956%29

4. Mulki Rules

5. 610 GO

6  1969 Jai Telangana Movement

7. 1972 Jai Andhra Movement