An open letter to Mr.Amir khan

I haven’t watched this movie called PK yet because one dialogue is enough not to waste your time and money for this movie. That dialogue is “MANDIR WO LOG JATE HAIN JO BHAGWN SE DARTE HAIN”.

Dear Mr. Amir Khan
I have heard long back that you never sign movie without concrete script with a concept which suits your role. You have accepted the role in PK.I have heard that this movie is based on the same concept on which OMG was based. The question comes here that all the creative directors find subject in Hinduism to criticize superstitions. I accept there are superstitions but I can’t understand that why do they find other religions as well. Superstitions prevail in other religions as well. But these people know that whatever you do nobody will come and kill them for hurting their religious sentiments. They know that nobody is going to raise their voice against it more or less somebody will file a case against it.
Why?
Because this religion is based on DHRMA. They will never follow cruel ways. If you raise your voice in some other religion  against the injustice or superstitions or you put just one dialogue as you have mentioned in movie PK somebody will send you notice to kill and you might be killed. I respect each and every religion. But I believe in Hinduism because it is the only religion which gives you freedom, it gives you right to believe in any GOD you want to believe in. It never makes you to believe in religion forcefully. It will never put a gun on your head to bow your head to the Almighty. We go to the temple because that god teaches us to respect every religion. He teaches us to not kill innocent people. He never teaches us to acquire the world with Weapons. He never teaches us to become terrorists if something wrong is happen to you. He teaches us to earn our bread by doing Karma or by struggle. He never teaches us to seize someone’s bread. We go to the temple so we have power to fight with the evil. Long back I have read on the facebook page of Chetan bhagat. I have read that he went to the ISCKON temple at Juhu when he was broken down when He was blamed for seeking credit in the movie 3 Idiots. Mr .Amir and Mr.Hirani, you must have gotten your answer why people go to the temple.

 “MANDIR WO LOG JATE HAIN JO BHAGWN SE DARTE HAIN”. Mr.Amir , Please give me answer of the below question. “AGAR MANDIR WO LOG JAATE HAIN JO BHAGWAN SE DARTE HAIN TO FIR IN MASOOM LOGO KO DARANE WALE TERORRIST KAHA PAR JATE HAIN??”

Special Note:
I sincerely apologize if I have hurt the sentiments of any person from any religion. (I am asking forgiveness because my religion teaches me to do this)

Kolkata Ride

God has made us and this beautiful earth to see stars, moon, sun, each and every beauty created by him. But we have to make arrangement to see our own beauty, beauty that is created by us. Plane was rushing to kiss the runway at Kolkata Airport in the evening and I was dumbfounded while I was taking glance of the city thorough the plane window. Sun was behind the bars and Light was sparkling in the street. Vehicles were gliding on the city roads and I was lost in those lights. Finally plane had kissed the runway and everything disappeared in the darkness.

I have taken the bird’s eye view from the plane window. Now it was turn to look all those beautiful things through typical yellow Ambassador Taxi. I took a Taxi and got settled my bums in the back seat. God Ganesha and Goddess kali were fixed on the middle of the front dashboard in the taxi. I was listening to taxi driver while he was describing about the city and places around. Taxi was heading to the Guest house and I was lost in watching everything those were going past. I was elated when I saw the sweets shop. I was disheartened in the next moment when I saw the chicken in the hands of butcher who was near to slice from its neck. The view from the window had been changed before I saw the palpitating chicken. Driver pushed the brake suddenly at the cross road and one cute chubby girl passed on her scooter by the Taxi window. Driver again shift the gear from neutral to first & with little jerk we were again on the board. City bus passed by the window while conductor was standing at the back door holding the four times folded 10 rupees note in every recess of his fingers. Road side vendor had arranged the flowers and tiny bonsai plants in small pots. Those plants and flowers were damn gorgeous. Suddenly one Tram passed by the Taxi and I lost that view. In the next moment we were passing above the Hooghly River. Darkness had made its place on the surface of the dirty water. Lights were twinkling on the boat and ships which were gliding smoothly on the surface. I was near to reach the guest house while Taxi was passing by the famous Park Street of Kolkata. Few vendors were selling spicy and tasty street foods. “Puchkas” are very famous among all the other street foods in Kolkata. Some vendors were selling T-shirts, sweaters, watches, wallet, eye glasses etc. The beauty of this street was lying in the duality where Vendors were selling these items on the one side and Almost all the branded stores were lying on the other side. After one day I left this city early in the morning. This time plane was rushing to kiss the sky and street  lights were off and almost whole city was covered in the fog.