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Juliet knew it was Romeo.  Who else would enter the balcony of her bedroom on the first floor at this time of the night?  Moreover, there was love in that rap on the window.  It was like the resonance of the guitar string when pulled by a master player.  Her heart throbbed like guitar strings as she went to open the window. “Romeo, my love!” Juliet cried.  “How did you manage to come here?  There are anti-Romeo squads everywhere.” “I defy the stars for your sake, Juliet. I defy the squads for my love.” “Why is our fate thus, Romeo?  Why are they all against our love?  Even your father and my father, they’re like Narendra Modi and Rahul Gandhi.” “Oh no, darling! Don’t insult your father by comparing him to Rahul.  It’s more apt to compare them to Modi and Advani.  Anyway, let’s leave politics aside; it’s so unromantic.” Juliet opened the balcony door and they sat down together listening to the romance of the Ganga’s music as it flowed down a few yards away to join

Fiction Love Kumar had no clear idea of what he was going to do with his life as he stepped out of the jail having completed the term for the rape he had committed seven years ago.   He had met all sorts of people in the jail, like politicians and godmen.   Until he met them in jail serving terms for crimes ranging from rape to murder, Love Kumar had thought that crime was the prerogative of the undeserving poor like himself. He had not wanted to co mmit the crime.   Life made him do it.   That’s how he saw it at least.   Life makes the undeserving poor do all sorts of things in order to get on in the world ruled by the deserving affluent.   Politicians, for example.   People give them the right to swindle.   His own MLA had a huge body of thugs and goons who would do anything for their leader.   That is in addition to the official security provided to the politician by the State.   And the people voted him again and again to power. Love Kumar used to stand in awe when

The President of India has approved the central government’s plan to make Hindi compulsory in CBSE and Central schools (Kendriya vidyalayas).   This is the latest of many surreptitious attempts made by the central government to impose Hindi on the entire country.   Some of the recent such attempts are asking the MPs to use Hindi in the parliament, changing all highway signs in the country into Hindi, making Hindi as the official communication language for central government offices and use of Hindi by government officers even in social media such as Facebook and Twitter. Union minister Venkaiah Naidu does not even know that Hindi is not the national language of the country.   Probably quite many Indians do not know that Hindi is not the national language.   In fact, more than half of the country’s population have mother tongues which have little do with Hindi.   There are millions of people in the country who cannot communicate in Hindi.   How can Hindi be the common lang