The Bihar of the Future

Also read this article at Indimag

(The idea to pen a futuristic story about Bihar came when my parents called me up to know if I would be home for Holi. Watching the Delhites here enjoy the festivals with their near and dear ones makes me jealous. Why didn’t we stay back in Bihar? Because bihar would have given very few to no opportunities for growth. So the Bihar of the future would be one where the people are able to get all opportunities for growth, education, and a good life in their own state. The achievements may be quite a feat for Bihar today, still we can always dream and focus in the direction. The article may not be factually correct.)

Laxman Sharan was taking his evening stroll in the newly built Gulabi Bagh in nearby Patna when a group of kids catch up with him and start pressing him to talk of the time when a few bandits attacked Gaya town. Laxman Sharan, in his 70s and baba to the kids here, has narrated the story so many times; yet the excitement of the kids here shows no exhaustion.

The dying city of Jharia

came across a very interesting post on jharia, near to my home place dhanbad in jharkhand. but as you continue reading, you will soon find yourself witnessing the end of a city that was once sprawling with activity, that with the find of large mines of coal, in those days the principal source of energy.

“The fire is rapidly taking the old mine workings beneath the settlement in its grasp and could also spread beneath the two concrete dam situated near the workings making the area prone to flooding also”.

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i am back to delhi

i am back to delhi after my week long vacation in my home land (dont know if that word is correct. not native village as it’s not a village. yeah home town will be cool). and since that journey was after a big long year, the week looked really very miniscule. and yes, the vacation this time wasnt boring as i feared. obviously! there was a full house and my schedule was packed- there was durga puja. then had to visit brother’s sasural. no way for monotony to enter my life.