We the people on NDTV had this debate yesterday about the veil issue and Shabana Azmi's comments about it.
One thing every body kept repeating was....It is my CHOICE, and I have the freedom of choice.
Choice is something you make once you take a look at both sides of the argument.
I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't wear a skirt. Well I don't do these things coz I was brought up to think these were not right....well the skirt part was for guys....err ok not scottish guys....any way so when somebody is brought up looking at people around you doing things one way. You try doing it some other way.....THEN WHAT YOU DECIDE IS YOUR CHOICE. Following what everybody around you is doing is not a CHOICE.
Another argument was (m not making this up).....if a pastry is covered with glass or a black sheet it is still covered. Counter point - a pastry covered with glass will tempt me but a pastry covered a black cloth will not.
Both these speakers were women (shouting there point)....and they say men treat women as a comodity!! SHEESH!
One good point(which has been proven again and again and again).....why do men not cover themselves?? can't they tempt women??.....now that you have stopped laughing, think of all th ewomen screaming when salman takes of his shirt....why the double standard?? why the hypocrisy?
Monday, October 30, 2006
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
The RIGHT thing to do
They were amongst the last remaining Hindus in the newly spawned country.
He was standing in the middle of the only road leading out of their village towards what was supposed to be THEIR country now. It was also the path to certain death. Their Muslim bretheren were ready for them. Just like he was when his Muslims neighbours had fled their homes while he burnt them.
He could see his own house burning although he was facing away from it with his back to the boundry wall. He could see the flames in his 12 year old sister's eyes. He had blanked out everything. Even the low consistent moan of his mother sitting next to his fathers bleeding lifeless body. Then he heard her say....Son, kill us both, don't let them take us.
He took out the country pistol from underneath his kurta. His sister's eyes were dripping tears from the flames that were burning his house. He put the gun in her mouth, he wanted it to be quick.
She could feel the cold metal in her mouth. She could smell and taste of the gunpowder that was going to be her last memory. This was not right. Her baba had told her taking a life was not right in any circumstance. His brother was 18. He was taking the easy way out she tought. This was not the right thing to do. he was supposed to take care of her, protect her. He HAD to honour the rakhi she tied on his wrist. The burning sensation lasted for a second, as her lifeless body colapsed to the ground.
She had borne great pains to get her kids to the world. This was not what she had hoped for their future. But she couldn't imagine whatr the mob would do with them once they get hold of women. Their young son can take care of himself. Atleast the seed of their family will survive. That is all she wanted. She commanded her son to kill her. This was the right thing to do , atleast the family will continue....the gunshot was drowned by the sound of their grandfathers home buckling under the flames.
WHAT HAS HE DONE?? His father had succumbed to his wounds. The lifeless bodies of his family were in front of him. He had just killed his defenseless mom and sister. He didn't deserve a life. There was nothing to live for any more. He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. That was the only thing left to do, the right thing to do....
He was standing in the middle of the only road leading out of their village towards what was supposed to be THEIR country now. It was also the path to certain death. Their Muslim bretheren were ready for them. Just like he was when his Muslims neighbours had fled their homes while he burnt them.
He could see his own house burning although he was facing away from it with his back to the boundry wall. He could see the flames in his 12 year old sister's eyes. He had blanked out everything. Even the low consistent moan of his mother sitting next to his fathers bleeding lifeless body. Then he heard her say....Son, kill us both, don't let them take us.
He took out the country pistol from underneath his kurta. His sister's eyes were dripping tears from the flames that were burning his house. He put the gun in her mouth, he wanted it to be quick.
She could feel the cold metal in her mouth. She could smell and taste of the gunpowder that was going to be her last memory. This was not right. Her baba had told her taking a life was not right in any circumstance. His brother was 18. He was taking the easy way out she tought. This was not the right thing to do. he was supposed to take care of her, protect her. He HAD to honour the rakhi she tied on his wrist. The burning sensation lasted for a second, as her lifeless body colapsed to the ground.
She had borne great pains to get her kids to the world. This was not what she had hoped for their future. But she couldn't imagine whatr the mob would do with them once they get hold of women. Their young son can take care of himself. Atleast the seed of their family will survive. That is all she wanted. She commanded her son to kill her. This was the right thing to do , atleast the family will continue....the gunshot was drowned by the sound of their grandfathers home buckling under the flames.
WHAT HAS HE DONE?? His father had succumbed to his wounds. The lifeless bodies of his family were in front of him. He had just killed his defenseless mom and sister. He didn't deserve a life. There was nothing to live for any more. He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. That was the only thing left to do, the right thing to do....
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Why some X-cricketers should just SHUT UP!
"Dhoni, to my mind, has the ability to bring players together... because of the diversity in India, our captain has to be someone who can 'unite' everybody..."
Kapil Dev might just have hit upon the solution to all of the nation's problems. Dhoni for President?
Source
Kapil Dev might just have hit upon the solution to all of the nation's problems. Dhoni for President?
Source
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Freedom of the press
Pranoy Roy goes on about how free the Indian press is as compared to many developed nations.
I HAVE to agree with him about that. Case in point the pic printed in TOI Bangalore times dated friday 29th Sept 2006.
How if this freedom u ask...well before 29th Sept...THIS is how Samuel Jackson looked like...
The only problem is....now we need to let Mr Jackson know that he has recently changed colours...
I HAVE to agree with him about that. Case in point the pic printed in TOI Bangalore times dated friday 29th Sept 2006.
How if this freedom u ask...well before 29th Sept...THIS is how Samuel Jackson looked like...The only problem is....now we need to let Mr Jackson know that he has recently changed colours...
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