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Appeal Hon’ble Chief Minister Shri @MohanMOdisha ji take up the issue of the Constitution (One Hundred and Thirty-First Amendment) Bill, 2026, the Delimitation Bill, 2026 strongly as it will take the voice of #Odisha and redistribute in other states. This will be a huge blow to the aspirations of 4.5 Cr Odias and a grave injustice to our future generation.
The Bill seeks increase the strength of the Lok Sabha from 543 to 850 members. Currently, Odisha has 21 MPs, about 3.9% of the total. If the amendment passes, Odisha’s representation will rise to 29, but its proportion will fall to 3.4%. Odisha, which has been a frontrunner in moderating population growth and nurturing human capital, faces a potential 15% loss in political representation nationally.
We welcome the Women’s Reservation Bill. Biju Babu was a strong votary of women’s empowerment, pioneering reservation in legislative bodies and entrusting power to women. @bjd_odisha has always championed women’s representation, ensuring their presence in Parliament and State Assemblies. Odisha implemented 50% reservation for women in Panchayati Raj Institutions, and we actively support national legislation for women’s empowerment.
We will welcome the Delimitation Bill only if Odisha’s political right remains intact. This is not just an issue of numbers. The Bill hits directly at the spirit of Cooperative Federalism enshrined in the Constitution. Any reduction in political rights will undermine the aspirations of Odisha and its people.
Request Hon’ble Chief Minister to convene a special session of Assembly in the next 48 hours to pass a resolution that not even 0.001% of political rights of Odisha be allowed to be taken away by other states. Appeal you as an Odia to take up the issue strongly and Biju Janata Dal will stand with you on this as it affects the fate and future of our beloved state and motherland.
It was 3 pm at Swargadwar cremation ground in Puri.
Sabyasachi, 35 years old, who was a Vice President in a big software company in America, came straight from the airport to the cremation ground. His father, Pradipta Mishra, 75 years old, had passed away the previous night.
Sabyasachi was holding an expensive laptop bag and wearing Ray Ban glasses. He looked very busy and kept checking his watch again and again.
Tarun from Moksha Event Management, a funeral service company, was standing there. He had arranged everything. The wood was ready, the priest had been called, and Pradipta Mishra’s body was bathed and prepared.
Sabyasachi arrived. He looked at his father’s face. Two drops of tears fell from his eyes.
He asked Tarun, “Mr Tarun, is everything ready? I have to catch a return flight at 6 pm. I have an important meeting tomorrow. Please finish this quickly.”
Tarun was shocked but quietly nodded.
The rituals were completed. Sabyasachi lit the funeral fire. Smoke rose into the sky.
Then he took Tarun aside and took out his checkbook. He said, “Tarun, thank you. You arranged everything well. What is your bill? Fifty thousand or one lakh? Tell me the amount, I will write the cheque now. I cannot come again. Please also take care of the ashes.”
Tarun smiled strangely and said, “Sir, there is no need to pay. Your bill has already been paid.”
Sabyasachi was confused. “Already paid? Who paid? Did my uncle pay?”
Tarun replied, “No sir. Five years ago, your father came to our office. He was very sick and could hardly walk. He asked us, what is your package? Will you manage everything so that my son does not face any problem?”
“We explained everything to him. That same day he deposited fifty thousand rupees in advance. He also gave me this letter. He told me, when my son comes, give him this letter. And if he does not come, you perform my last rites.”
Tarun gave the letter to Sabyasachi.
With shaking hands, Sabyasachi opened it. In his father’s weak handwriting, it was written:
“Dear Sabyasachi,
My son, I know you are very busy. In America you may not even get time to breathe. I know when you hear about my death, you will be worried. Will I get leave? Will I get a ticket? What about my meeting? These questions will trouble you.
Son, your time and career are very important. I raised you so that you can win the world. Do not suffer loss for the body of an old man.
That is why I have arranged everything for my death in advance. I have already paid this organization. They will manage everything. If you come, good. If you do not come, I will not be angry.
I have only one request.
When you were small and I dropped you at school, I never left your hand.
Today when you light my funeral fire, may your hand not shake. Return soon. Your wife will be waiting.
Yours,
Baba”
After reading the letter, the checkbook fell from Sabyasachi’s hand into the mud.
In that cremation ground, where the sound of burning wood was heard, Sabyasachi’s pride and career also turned into ashes.
He fell on his knees.
“Baba, forgive me, Baba.”
He held Tarun’s feet and cried, “Tarun, I do not want to go back to America. I want to stay with my father. I earned crores of rupees, but in the end I became a beggar. My father was thinking about my meeting even at the time of his death, and I was paying for his last rites?”
That day Sabyasachi did not catch his flight. He sat the whole night in front of the burning pyre.
Because in the end he understood:
Prepaid can be for a SIM card. But a father’s love is never prepaid. A father’s love is endless, and no money in the world can repay it.
Lesson: No matter how big you become in the world, no matter how much money you earn, when the parents who once changed your clothes need you at the end of their life, do not turn your face away.
Any company can perform the funeral. But tears cannot be bought from outside.
Those tears should come only from blood relations.
From Day 1 of marriage, Saurabh started sending ₹25,000 every month to his parents.
No excuses. No delays.
Parents lived in a small town. Simple life. No demands.
8 years passed.
₹24 lakh sent.
Saurabh always thought,
“At least they are comfortable.”
In 2024, his father passed away suddenly.
While arranging documents, his mother handed him a bank passbook.
Balance: ₹29.5 lakh.
Every rupee Saurabh sent… was saved.
Plus FD interest.
Inside the passbook, there was a small folded note:
“For your children’s future. – Papa”
Saurabh thought he was supporting them.
They were silently building his safety net.
Moral:
Parents never stop being parents.
Even when you think you are the provider. ❤️