Our great Hero Amar Shaheed Hemu Kalani

Amar Shaheed Hemu Kalani [امر شهيد هيمون ڪالاڻي] was born at Sukkur in Sindh (now in Pakistan) on 23rd March 1923. He was the son of Pesumal Kalani and Jethi Bai. He took active part in the SWARAJ SENA [سوراج سينا] to fight against British Raj and gave his life for the self rule [سوراج].

In the teen age he became socialist and had studied about Bolshevic revolution. He also became attracted to Marxist ideology. He was drawn to revolutionary activities and started participating in activities of freedom fighting struggle with the aim to get rid of the British Raj.

He was involved in activities against the British Raj. He found that the special British troops and their supplies would be passing through his town and decided to derail it by removing the fishplates from the railway track. He and his comrades were seen by the British authrities before being able to complete the task. He was caught, imprisoned and tortured in an attempt to get him to reveal the names of his comrades. He refused to give any information, was put on trial and sentenced to death. His mother petitioned the Viceroy for mercy but the condition of granting it was that the authorities must be told the identity of his comrades. He again refused to pass on the information and he was hanged on 21 January 1943.

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Yogurt, Antibiotics and Chemotherapy

A common side effect of chemotherapy or antibiotic is diarrhea, which may be caused by the elimination of friendly bacteria found in the colon. Studies have shown that yogurt contain pro-biotic micro-organisms – such as Lactobacillus casei, Lactobacillus acidophilus and Bifidobac terium longum which fights with the bad bactaria named candida and helps prevent diarrhea.

Some people who take antibiotics gets an overgrowth of bacterium Clostridium difficile, which causes pseudomembranous colitis. It is necessary to introduce the friendly bacteria to your digestive system and the plain yogurt without sugar is best for it and it prevents from all the above mentioned problems.

Dubai on Empty

By A. A. Gill


…. You look at this place and you realize not a single thing is indigenous, not one of this culture’s goods and chattels originated here. Even the goats have gone. This was a civilization that was bought wholesale. The Gulf is the proof of Carnegie’s warning about wealth: “There is no class so pitiably wretched as that which possesses money and nothing else.” Emiratis are born retired. They waft through this city in their white dishdashas and headscarves and their obsessively tapered humorless faces. They’re out of place in their own country. They have imported and built a city, a fortress of extravagance, that excludes themselves. They have become duplicitous, schizophrenic. They don’t allow their own national dress in the clubs and bars that serve alcohol, the restaurants with the hungry girls sipping champagne. So they slip into Western clothes to go out.

The Gulf Arabs have become the minority in this country they wished out of the desert. They are now less than 20 percent of the total population. Among the other 80-plus percent are the white mercenary workers who come here for tax-free salaries to do managerial and entrepreneurial jobs, parasites and sycophants for cash. For them money is a driving principle and validation. They came to be young, single, greedy, and insincere. None of them are very clever. So they live lives that revolve around drink and porn sex and pool parties and barbecues with a lot of hysterical laughing and theme nights, karaoke, and slobbery, regretful coupling. In fact, as in all cases of embarrassing arrested development, these expats on the short-term make don’t expect to put down roots here, have children here, or grow old here. Everyone’s on a visa dependent on a job.

Then there is a third category of people: the drones. The workers. The Asians: Indians, Pakistanis, Sri Lankans, and Filipinos. Early in the morning, before the white mercenaries have negotiated their hangovers, long before the Emiratis have shouted at the maid, buses full of hard-hatted Asians pull into building sites. They have the tough, downtrodden look of Communist posters from the 30s—they are both the slaves of capital and the heroes of labor. Asians man the hotels; they run the civil service and the utilities and commercial businesses; they are the clerks and the secretaries, the lawyers, the doctors, the accountants; there isn’t a single facet of this state that would function if they didn’t maintain it. No one with an Emirati passport could change a fuse. Yet, the workers, who make up roughly 71 percent of the population, have precious few rights here. They can’t become citizens, though some are the third generation of their family to be born here. They can be deported at any time. They have no redress. Many of the Asian laborers are owed back pay they aren’t likely to get. There are reams of anecdotal stories about the abuse of guest workers. I’m told about the Pakistani shop assistant who, picking up an Arab woman’s shopping bags, accidentally passed gas, got arrested, and was jailed.