“Chorono Dhorite Diyo Go Amare” — Let me hold Your feet - A Soul’s Monologue Before the Eternal...

There comes a moment when the noise of the world fades...
not because the world has grown quieter,
but because my heart can no longer bear its weight.
And in that moment, I whisper—almost to myself—
“Chorono dhorite diyo go amare.”
Let me hold Your feet.

I do not ask for miracles.
I do not ask for the storms to stop.
I only ask for one small corner near Your feet—
a place where my restless mind can pause,
a place where my weary heart can unclench.
Because I have walked too long with pride as my companion,
and it has given me nothing but distance.
Distance from others,
distance from myself,
distance from You.

And now, when the shadows inside me feel heavier than those outside,
I realise how easily I forget that I am not meant to travel alone.
So I stand here—
not as a righteous being,
not as a flawless devotee,
but simply as a soul
who is tired of pretending to be strong.
Let me hold Your feet,
not as one who deserves,
but as one who longs.

I have stumbled so many times—
over my desires,
over my ego,
over the expectations I built like fragile castles.
Each time I fell, I thought I had moved farther away from You.
But now I know:
even my falling was within the circle of Your compassion.
Still, I fear surrender.
What if I lose myself?
What if letting go makes me small?
But then a voice within says:
“You lose nothing when you surrender to the Eternal.
You only lose what was never truly yours.”
So here I am,
placing the last fragments of my resistance at Your feet.
I no longer wish to carry the burden of being “enough.”
I only wish to be true.

Let me hold Your feet,
so that I may remember who I am beyond my worries,
beyond my ambitions,
beyond my trembling.
Let my tears wash away the dust of my journey.
Let my heart settle into the rhythm of Your silence.
Let humility cleanse me.
Let love reshape me.
If I must fall, let me fall at Your feet.
If I must rise, let me rise from Your touch.
For in the shelter of Your feet
every fear softens,
every doubt dissolves,
every wandering finds its way home.

Chorono dhorite diyo go amare…
Let me rest here.
Let me stay here.
Let this surrender be my prayer,
my identity,
my peace.

From Dwarka underwater prayer to Udupi wearing the peacock feather - the civilizational reawakening - joining the dots...

Dwarka Underwater Prayer (2024)

The underwater darshan and rituals performed near the submerged city of Dwarka, traditionally associated with Sri Krishna, marked several symbolic ideas:

A. Reawakening of an ancient civilizational memory

Dwarka exists archaeologically (as submerged structures).

An underwater prayer ritual forces India — and the world— to acknowledge:

• A very old maritime civilization

• A continuity of Hindu heritage extending thousands of years

• A cultural identity that was never lost but submerged

B. Krishna as “the guide through chaos”

Dwarka was submerged in the ocean at the end of Krishna’s life.
Performing a ritual underwater symbolically means:

• returning to origins

• acknowledging cycles of dissolution and renewal

• invoking Krishna as protector during turbulent times

It is a civilizational reset button.

Udupi Krishna with Peacock Feather (today)

Traditionally, the Krishna idol at Udupi is not adorned with a peacock feather.

The appearance of the feather is spiritually symbolic:

A. The peacock feather represents:

• Dharma

• Beauty and knowledge

• Equality (as it contains all colors)

• Krishna’s playful, compassionate aspect

B. Feathers appear in lore when Krishna "makes his presence felt"

In Vaishnava traditions, certain spontaneous or unusual adornments are interpreted as signs of:

• divine reassurance

• renewal of dharma

• the presence of Krishna’s leela

Thus, Udupi’s peacock feather becomes a symbolic manifestation of Krishna’s living presence.

Now, Join the Dots — What is implied?

A cultural cycle completing itself

• Dwarka represents Krishna’s departure and the sinking of civilization.

• Udupi with the feather represents Krishna’s playful return and a civilizational rising.

Together, they imply:

India is entering a phase of cultural and political resurgence after centuries of “submergence.”

Add to this - the announcement to throw Macaulay's educational slave producing system into the dustbin - it's all connected... One just has to analyse and join the dots...

What was once hidden under the sea is becoming visible again — history, faith, memory, identity.

And here is me, the Nemo of the society, singing the rest of the poem from where our national anthem is taken - saluting none other than Lord Krishna.

Yes... Universe... We are coming to reclaim our rightful position in the New World Order...

Mark my words...

Jai Hind... Jai Bharat...

Turnaround Stories of Uttar Pradesh, Odisha, Bihar, and Assam - the lessons for West Bengal...

Once mocked as India’s perennial laggards, four states have scripted remarkable comebacks in the last decade.
Uttar Pradesh
From “mafia raj” to India’s No. 2 economy. GDP doubled in six years (₹12L cr → ₹24L+ cr), ₹40 lakh crore investments, law & order cleaned up, red tape slashed. Result: factories, expressways, and a $1-trillion dream by 2029.
Odisha
From cyclone capital to resilient growth engine. 55% GSDP jump in five years, extreme poverty down from 60% to <10%, mining + green industries + political stability = quiet miracle.
Bihar
From “Jungle Raj” to double-digit growth. GSDP from ₹75k cr (2004) to ₹11L cr (projected 2025-26). Rural consumption now beats Bengal. Roads, electricity, schools, and basic law & order did the magic.
Assam
From insurgency to India’s 3rd-fastest growing state (2024-25). Economy doubled in six years, Advantage Assam 2.0 brought ₹5L+ cr pledges (Tata semi-con, Vedanta oil/gas), peace accords ended decades of violence.
The Common Thread

1. Zero tolerance for lawlessness
2. Aggressive investor summits & single-window clearance
3. Massive infra push (roads, power, airports)
4. Political will to bury old ideologies

West Bengal’s Mirror
Bengal was once India’s richest state. Today it ranks 6th and is being overtaken by rural Bihar in consumption. Political violence, union militancy, and red-tapism still scare capital away.
The message from UP, Odisha, Bihar, and Assam is brutal but clear:
No state is doomed forever — but no state recovers without ruthless focus on law & order and ease of doing business.
The East is rising. Will Bengal join the party or keep watching from the sidelines?
The clock is ticking.
People of Bengal... will you be happy just working in Bangalore, Pune, Delhi, Mumbai, Chennai and many other places - or do you want to remain in Bengal and join the bandwagon of development?
Remember... you were once at the centre stage of Bharat... people from all over Bharat used to flock here for their livelihood.
Wake up... and reclaim your lost glory.
Choose your leaders wisely.

The reawakening of the oldest civilization - the Dharma Dhawja...

Taken from a X post.

A civilisation that abandons its memory signs its own obituary. The people who forget their ancestors dissolve into dust.

But we did not forget. We refused to forget. And because we remembered, we endured.

We stand today as the only last living pre-Bronze Age civilisation on Earth; not merely surviving, but reawakening, reclaiming, resurrecting its breath from beneath centuries of imposed silence. What was buried under foreign decree, distorted history, and colonial arrogance now rises again like a sun long denied the horizon.

Three of Hindu Dharma’s most sacred pillars were shattered by Aurangzeb’s hand in Jihadi vandalism. Among them stood the Ram Mandir of Ayodhya, the heartbeat of a civilisation, the cradle of a divine ideal that shaped centuries of Bhartiya consciousness.

And today — Ayodhya breathes again.
Its soil sings again.
Its skies remember.

Ram has returned not merely as stone and sanctum, but as civilisational restitution; a quiet yet thunderous declaration that the heirs of this land have reclaimed their spine. Kashi and Mathura now stand on the threshold of the same awakening, waiting not for revenge, but for restoration; the sacred undoing of historical wrongs.

It was not lost on me that as the Prime Minister @narendramodi ji signed off one of the most defining campaigns against the ideological footprints of the Timurid-Aurangzeb legacy, he invoked Macaulay; the architect of mental colonisation. For the true conquest was never just of land. It was of the mind.

Macaulay’s assault on our education system amputated us from our own intellectual bloodstream. It trained generations to view their own ancestors as primitive, their deities as myth, their wisdom as folklore, while glorifying the very forces that desecrated them. This deliberate distortion is why vast sections remained blind to the scale of persecution inflicted by Islamic invaders and imperial rulers; our history edited with surgical coldness to induce shame where there should have been pride, and obedience where there should have been memory.

But the spell is breaking.

This moment is surely political, but it also is civilisational and philosophical.

It is a Hindu revival against historical erasure.

From the dust of desecrated temples rises the quiet roar of continuity. From the fractures of forced amnesia returns the epic dignity of remembrance. What was stolen in fire is now reclaimed in light.

This is the homecoming of a civilisation fire.

And as the saffron flag flutters over Ayodhya, it chants aloud resilience, memory, and dharmic permanence.

The invaders came from Samarkand with sword and storm.
We remained with faith and time.

And time has chosen us.

Hawa Nikalnewali Game...

Knowing well about the Hawa Nikalne wali game is essential in the corporate world. I have seen this game many times in my professional career.

In the beginning of my career in Delhi, I was once in the corporate headquarter of a then Fortune 25 company. There I have seen through this Hawa Nikalne wali game played by some of the brightest corporate minds.

Today let me recapitulate it - because when I saw our Minister for External Affairs, our beloved Jaishankar-ji playing this game at UN headquarter - i remember my old corporate office stories.

Here we go...

There was a lady general manager in my office. She was a bit finicky and wanted to keep all of her subordinates in tight control. So one day, when she was not around, one guy asked,

"how will u guys define her?"

One senior guy in marketing said…

She is neither a Miss nor a Mrs.

She is Mizz…

And then there was laughter.

The great hawa nikalnewali game. 

The vice president once described her as - even if she can’t bring clients - but she can dance well…

And the tone was a real example of the Hawa Nikalnewali Game.

My wife Reema is an excellent one liner.

In the beginning of her career, she was once interviewed by a corporate giant.

When she was in the final HR interview, she was asked what she wants to become after 10 years.

Her reply was - i don’t know what will happen to me in 10 seconds, and you are asking me about 10 years. Are you Okay? The great Hawa Nikalnewali game.

Our Prime Minister Modiji is an expert in this game. Remember the parliament session when he said,

"Unko hasne dijiye. Ramayan ke baad aysey haansi to sunay nahi."

Can't believe?

Watch.

Even our latest corporate hero, Elon Musk ji is excellent in this Hawa Nikalnewali Game.

See...

Let's come back to our minister of external affairs story.

At a pivotal UN session, when India’s veto stance was challenged, Dr. S. Jaishankar responded with quiet force:

“Keep your voice low.

You are a UN official, not a king.”

The great Hawa Nikalnewali Game being played on the global stage.