Unlike his colleagues from the time of the BJS, several of whom became governors and held other constitutional posts, Malhotra chose to lead a quiet and simple retired life after the massive 2014 victory of the BJP.
SEBI probe concluded that purported loans and fund transfers were paid back in full and did not amount to deceptive market practices or unreported related party transactions.
Since 1815, Nepali Gorkhas have served in Indian & British Armies, as well as in Bihar, Bengal & Assam Police. Since Agnipath scheme came in, no Nepal-domiciled Gorkha has enlisted.
What Munir has achieved with Trump is a return to normal, ironing out the post-Abbottabad crease. The White House picture gives us insight into how Pakistan survives, occasionally thrives and thinks.
Being a responsible citizen of this country I completely agree with the views…but like to contradict as people from all faith be it Hindu, Muslims, Christians, Sikh all use public places if and when required and disrupt the commuters…and encroch on public land to build temples as it becomes source of income..law of the land had to be for everyone…
Muslims all over the country pray in amazing and interesting places. And some of them are simply cute. When the time for salat (the ritual prayer of Muslims, performed five times daily in a set form, one of the Five Pillars of Islam and in particular on Friday noon, comes, no matter where they are, they bow their heads in adoration To Allah. Some of them are in places of hardship or discomfort, and some in surroundings that are beautiful, stark or strange. Regardless, they give Allah His due, not minding their circumstances. The roads, parks and streets fill up with the neatly lined row of people ready to pray.
Once on the day of Id-ul Fitr, as Muslim worshippers spilled out of a mosque to offer namaaz in the streets, Dom Moraes, a noted writer and son of Frank Moraes, a prominent editor proceeded to walk through the serried ranks of namaazis to get to his house in Mumbai (then Bombay). He was badly roughed up. Writing his obit in The Guardian (U.K.0 Alam Brownjohn recalled, “Then our muttered, the three-cornered conversation was interrupted by a high-pitched voice in the street outside. The Muslim owner of a house opposite had set up a mosque in his garage, and scores of worshippers assembled at prayer times, blocking the carriageway. Dom suddenly animated again, describing how he had been, one day, shepherding his elderly father-in-law, expressed impatience at the obstruction, and received menacing messages.” Dom also recalled his ordeal while walking nonchalantly through the ranks of namazis on a road.
It might have been nice if the author had offered his thoughts about Shaakha meetings held in public parks.
Being a responsible citizen of this country I completely agree with the views…but like to contradict as people from all faith be it Hindu, Muslims, Christians, Sikh all use public places if and when required and disrupt the commuters…and encroch on public land to build temples as it becomes source of income..law of the land had to be for everyone…
Muslims all over the country pray in amazing and interesting places. And some of them are simply cute. When the time for salat (the ritual prayer of Muslims, performed five times daily in a set form, one of the Five Pillars of Islam and in particular on Friday noon, comes, no matter where they are, they bow their heads in adoration To Allah. Some of them are in places of hardship or discomfort, and some in surroundings that are beautiful, stark or strange. Regardless, they give Allah His due, not minding their circumstances. The roads, parks and streets fill up with the neatly lined row of people ready to pray.
Once on the day of Id-ul Fitr, as Muslim worshippers spilled out of a mosque to offer namaaz in the streets, Dom Moraes, a noted writer and son of Frank Moraes, a prominent editor proceeded to walk through the serried ranks of namaazis to get to his house in Mumbai (then Bombay). He was badly roughed up. Writing his obit in The Guardian (U.K.0 Alam Brownjohn recalled, “Then our muttered, the three-cornered conversation was interrupted by a high-pitched voice in the street outside. The Muslim owner of a house opposite had set up a mosque in his garage, and scores of worshippers assembled at prayer times, blocking the carriageway. Dom suddenly animated again, describing how he had been, one day, shepherding his elderly father-in-law, expressed impatience at the obstruction, and received menacing messages.” Dom also recalled his ordeal while walking nonchalantly through the ranks of namazis on a road.