Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 431 Points [http://hardikvaidya.blogspot.in] (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

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  • Mahesh Vaidya (6/25/2014 11:39:00 PM)

    Fair is Fair is a good one. They have promissed world class facilities in this much increased. I think, they can hardly be able to prevent accidents or provide preventive maintenance but the fund such collected, I am afraid will go to the victims of future accidents. Passengers may take consolations that at least they may give more compensation to victims as they can not stop accidents in future in this much more funds as this may hardly be enough to do anything worthwhile.

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  • Hardik Vaidya (5/14/2013 9:45:00 AM)

    Aswath Raman you are most kind, a gentleman and a poet. Such a combination is rare. Especially so in modern India. To keep ones sense of gentle and pure state of open mind is a massive feat to achieve in a country of sycophants, corrupt folks on counts of money and culture. I stand humbled beyond measure to note your appreciation. More than it, I stand proud as a fellow Indian and a human to see a person of your stature growing in India. I wish all young men and women were endowed with the spirit of openness and the firm passion of being their own self, that is the hallmark of being an Indian.

Best Poem of Hardik Vaidya

Ram Navami - Birthday Of Lord Ram

He (oh) Ram, He (oh) Ram, He (oh) Ram.
Son of three mothers.
Kaushalya, Sumitra, Kaykayi.
Son of King Dashratha.
Born after years of drought.
Childless skies
Despite three wives
The Yuga was on the fall
The wane of moon was on.
Yagna was done.
Solid paradox was sublimated.
The Lord conceded.
Prasada was given.
The wives shared it even.
The king did not partake
Though he was the only common fate.
The Lord Ram was born.
So were Bharata, Laxman and Shatrughna.
Ahead of his time,
A gentleman, and a creative mind.
Hence he was ...

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What is love?
Does it have mass? Is it a reagent or a catalyst?
Is it a reaction? If so, exothermic or endothermic?
Does love weigh same on moon?
Is it an electrical circuit a neurone firing away? Or misfiring?
Is it a question in the first place?
My heart tells me it's a fools stop.

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