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#14: Dardura Special. Hail Darduras...!

Darduras are here... Darduras are there...
These Darduras are everywhere...!


First I need to explain what is Dardura? But the right question is who is Dardura? He/she is a kind of species of human being. You can say either is an alien that looks like human being. "Yatra dardura vaktarah, tatra maun hi shobhe chhe..." like of an ukti is there in Sanskrit. Which means when frogs are lecturing around you, better you keep silence. Hope now you have identified the Dardura as it's always there every next step of our life.


The pity is you can't do anything with these Darduras. They are either your relatives or your elders or the ones you ought to respect. No wonder they have never been to Junagadh yet they'll advise you how to climb Mount Everest. They'll keep interfering your life untill you really feel there's no life in your life. You are angry. You wanna kill them. You wanna eat them. But these darduras are eternal creatures. Nainam chhindati shashtrani, nainam dahati pavakah, na chainam kale dantyapo, na soshayati marut...


Don't hope that I'm going to write the solution how to face them. I'm writing this post just to decrease my frustration level that these darduras raised. They are always there in your every important decision of life to give their expert advise. (That you've never asked.) Though it's difficult to save yourself from these darduras yet I'm trying to give some ideas that government can apply in the public interest.


1. Just like dog-van there should be dardura-van too to catch them nd throw them out of the city.

2. Citypolice should be encouraged to try target practise on darduras. (Army can have influence too...!)

3. On Dashera, dardura-dahan can be suggested instead of Ravan-dahan. (Even better if done on real persons than statues...!)

4. Like the anti-terrorist squad, government can think for an anti-dardura squad too. (THINK word is used intentionally as govt is used to think only...! Socialists can go for an NGO...!)


More suggestions are welcomed though we all know we are helpless and can never win against the sarv-shaktiman Darduras. Hail Darduras. - DJ.

Comments

  1. show them imdi... he might be change his nature..!!

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  2. For sure. But on the condition that you'll show IMDI to Nidhi first.

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