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Congratulations to NARENDRA MODI. A man who won against all odds., with a resounding and utter majority. No one will stop him now.

Even before the news was announced, the markets were able to sense the signs of thr oncoming change. It is called "SIGNS, PORTENTS AND OMENS". The signs of an important change in the journey and in the history of Indian Politics,

The Indian Rupee moved to 58.5 Rupees to a DOLLAR. It is headed towards : 54 to a dollar. How Soon, we will have to wait and see, who will handle the financial portfolio.


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Narendra Modi has led the BJP-led National Democratic Alliance (NDA) to a sweeping win in the 2014 Lok Sabha Elections. The Modi-tsunami has also left these people red-faced.

Have a look at what they had said, in a moment of despair.!

http://yralindia.tumblr.com/post/85909048183/10-epic-foot-in-the-mouth-comments-against-modi

Compiled at YAHOO.

NJOY,


FH.

PHRASES.: http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/eat-my-hat.html

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Originally posted by Full House

Narendra Modi has led the BJP-led National Democratic Alliance (NDA) to a sweeping win in the 2014 Lok Sabha Elections. The Modi-tsunami has also left these people red-faced.

Have a look at what they had said, in a moment of despair.!

http://yralindia.tumblr.com/post/85909048183/10-epic-foot-in-the-mouth-comments-against-modi

Compiled at YAHOO.

NJOY,


FH.

PHRASES.: http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/eat-my-hat.html

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Hilarious...

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Originally posted by BlueLobster

Wonderful story about PM Modi and his early days...worth a read!

http://www.thehindu.com/opinion/open-page/a-train-journey-and-two-names-to-remember/article6070562.ece?homepage=true

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The same story as posted in THE HINDU yesterday. Hope the link opens now.
This was originally written 24 years ago by a lady who was the then General Manager of the Central railway, Information system. It is reproduced once more in the Hindu and it is worth reading.

Shankersinh Vaghela and Narendra Modi, who between them left a lasting impression on two strangers in 1990, in Ahmedabad in May 2014.

Of two co-travelers who surprised the writer with their graciousness, 24 years ago

It was the summer of 1990. As Indian Railway (Traffic) Service probationers, my friend and I traveled by train from Lucknow to Delhi. Two MPs were also traveling in the same bogie. That was fine, but the behaviour of some 12 people who were traveling with them without reservation was terrifying. They forced us to vacate our reserved berths and sit on the luggage, and passed obscene and abusive comments. We cowered in fright and squirmed with rage. It was a harrowing night in the company of an unruly battalion; we were on edge, on the thin line between honour and dishonour. All other passengers seemed to have vanished, along with the Traveling Ticket Examiner. (TTE)

We reached Delhi the next morning without being physically harmed by the goons, though we were emotionally wrecked. My friend was so traumatized she decided to skip the next phase of training in Ahmedabad and stayed back in Delhi. I decided to carry on since another batch-mate was joining me. (She is Utpalparna Hazarika, now Executive Director, Railway Board.) We boarded an overnight train to Gujarat’s capital, this time without reservations as there wasn’t enough time to arrange for them. We had been wait-listed.

We met the TTE of the first class compartment (bogie), and told him how we had to get to Ahmedabad. The train was heavily booked, but he politely led us to a coupe to sit as he tried to help us. I looked at the two potential co-travelers, two politicians, as could be discerned from their white khadi attire, and panicked. “They’re decent people, regular travelers on this route, nothing to worry,” the TTE assured us. One of them was in his mid-forties with a normal, affectionate face, and the other in his late-thirties with a warm but somewhat impervious expression. They readily made space for us by almost squeezing themselves to one corner.

They introduced themselves: As two BJP leaders from Gujarat. The names were told but quickly forgotten as names of co-passengers were inconsequential at that moment. We also introduced ourselves, two Railway service probationers from Assam. The conversation turned to different topics, particularly in the areas of History and the Politics. My friend, a post-graduate in History from Delhi University and very intelligent, took part. I too chipped in. The discussion veered around to the formation of the Hindu Mahasabha and the Muslim League.

The senior one was an enthusiastic participant. The younger one mostly remained quiet, but his body language conveyed his total mental involvement in what was being discussed, though he hardly contributed. Then I mentioned Syama Prasad Mookerjee’s death, why it was still considered a mystery by many. He suddenly asked: “How do you know about Syama Prasad Mookerjee?” I had to tell him that my father was a post-graduate student in Calcutta University, and as its Vice-Chancellor he had arranged a scholarship for the young man from Assam. My father often reminisced about that and regretted his untimely death [in June 1953 at the age of 51].

The younger man then almost looked away and spoke in a hushed tone, almost to himself: “It’s good they know so many things ...”

Suddenly the senior man proposed: “Why don’t you join our party in Gujarat?” We both laughed it off, saying we were not from Gujarat. The younger man then forcefully interjected: “So what? We don’t have any problem on that. We welcome talent in our State.” I could see a sudden spark in his calm demeanor.

The food arrived, four vegetarian thalis. We ate in silence. When the pantry-car manager came to take the payment, the younger man paid for all of us. I muttered a feeble ‘thank you’, but he almost dismissed that as something utterly trivial. I observed at that moment that he had a different kind of glow in his eyes, which one could hardly miss. He rarely spoke, mostly listened.

The TTE then came and informed us the train was packed and he couldn’t arrange berths for us. Both men immediately stood up and said: “It’s okay, we’ll manage.” They swiftly spread a cloth on the floor and went to sleep, while we occupied the berths.

What a contrast! The previous night we had felt very insecure traveling with a bunch of politicians, and here we were traveling with two politicians in a coupe, with no fear.

The next morning, when the train neared Ahmedabad,, both of them asked us about our lodging arrangements in the city. The senior one told us that in case of any problem, the doors of his house were open for us. There was some kind of genuine concern in the voice or the facial contours of the otherwise apparently inscrutable younger one, and he told us: “I’m like a nomad, I don’t have a proper home to invite you but you can accept his offer of safe shelter in this new place.”

We thanked them for that invitation and assured them that accommodation was not going to be a problem for us.

Before the train came to a stop, I pulled out my diary and asked them for their names again. I didn’t want to forget the names of two large-hearted fellow passengers who almost forced me to revise my opinion about politicians in general. I scribbled down the names quickly as the train was about to stop: Shankersinh Vaghela and Narendra Modi.

I wrote on this episode in an Assamese newspaper in 1995. It was a tribute to two unknown politicians from Gujarat for giving up their comfort un-grudgingly for the sake of two bens from Assam. When I wrote that, I didn’t have the faintest idea that these two people were going to become so prominent, or that I would hear more about them later. When Mr. Vaghela became Chief Minister of Gujarat in 1996, I was glad. When Mr. Modi took office as Chief Minister in 2001, I felt elated. (A few months later, another Assamese daily reproduced my 1995 piece.) And now, he is the Prime Minister of India.

Every time I see him on TV, I remember that warm meal, that gentle courtesy, caring and sense of security that we got that night, far from home in a train, and bow my head.

(The author is General Manager of the Centre for Railway Information System, Indian Railways, New Delhi.leenasarma@rediffmail.com)

NJOY.


FH.