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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...
Thursday, September 28, 2006
RAGE
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
From RATM - Killing in the name of
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
From RATM - Killing in the name of
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Moby - Porcelain
In my dreams I'm dying all the time
As I wake its kaleidoscopic mind
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
So this is goodbye
This is goodbye
Source - seeklyrics.com
P.S. - Lyrics not complete and have been edited slightly.
As I wake its kaleidoscopic mind
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
So this is goodbye
This is goodbye
Source - seeklyrics.com
P.S. - Lyrics not complete and have been edited slightly.
Monday, September 18, 2006
SHIT!
Watched 50 first dates for the 51st time today. Nice idea. Can't be done but a nice idea.
I can't do it. I just can't take care of somebody else. I have seen my dad take care of mum for 5 years.....watching her die an knowing it.
I can't do it. I won't do it.
It is not for me. It is not ME.
I'm gonna take a break for a while.
See you guys on the other side.
I can't do it. I just can't take care of somebody else. I have seen my dad take care of mum for 5 years.....watching her die an knowing it.
I can't do it. I won't do it.
It is not for me. It is not ME.
I'm gonna take a break for a while.
See you guys on the other side.
Friday, September 15, 2006
What did YOU learn today?
Took this wierd route to get some new reading material today.....predictably started from music
No remorse (I wanna die) -> Slayer -> Atari Teenage Riot -> Neo Nazis -> Savitri Devi Mukherji + Holocaust Denial.
I do not endorse any of this Supremist Bullshit, but something I did not know is the extent of it's existence !!!
No remorse (I wanna die) -> Slayer -> Atari Teenage Riot -> Neo Nazis -> Savitri Devi Mukherji + Holocaust Denial.
I do not endorse any of this Supremist Bullshit, but something I did not know is the extent of it's existence !!!
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
A hair racking experience
Background: My dad is a retired IAF officer. As you must have seen in most of the movies ALL the people (men that is) have verrrry simillar hair cuts. The reason.....well most of us are used to this routine: get to barber shop, sit on the chair, and tell him "Bhaiya baal chote kaat dena" (brother, cut em short). He takes care of the rest. So I'm not used to giving direction around my head.
Subject: Me, well I m a VERRY lazy and nervous person. Also, I am a civillian now. We(me and dad) recently shifted to J.P.Nagar 7th phase. After postponing geting a Hair cut for a month I had an afro which Carlos Alberto Valderrama Palacio would be proud of. Don't belive be(i have a cold)? THIS is what happens if I let my hair grow. Anyway so I landed up at the first place I could locate near my place. It was something called schwarzkopf(NOOOO IT IS NOT A BEAUTY SHOP! I AM NOT RETRO, METRO or ELEVATED RAILWAY SEXUAL! to go to a beauty saloon).
The Barbartist: Well that was a surprise.
1) He had long hair (a la Sanjay Dutt)
2) His shirt was not unbuttoned and CLEAN!!!
3) He was wearing an earring.
4) He was not burping AT ALL! (I was there around lunch time)
Close encounter of the Nth kind: As I told you earlier I am a nervous and lazy guy. I HATE people looking at me. So the fact that he had a full length mirror in front of me and every time I looked up this great looking dude (me) was staring at me, made matters worse. Now the barbartist was looking at me. I said short on the side, upar(top) se medium. I KNOW, he should know this without me having to tell him!!!
Any way if you noticed I called him a Barbartist. Well surprisingly it had a reason. This guy used to cut my hair then stare at my head (along with the guy in the mirror) think(!!!!) about his next move and then continue. Also, when you are using sharp objects on me, I would appriciate it if you place your weapons in front of me on a table so that I know what is coming next. But, our dude had this black apron and stuff appeared magically from its pockets. Sharp stuff that too!!!
After about an hour and lots of false alarms (His moment of deep thinking, when my head and hair were screaming, MUJHE BHAGWAAN KE LIYE CHOD(means let me go....not what you thought) DO and I was about to leap out of teh chair, the DUDE would start again!!! ) He did let me go.
This one hour period was punctuated with:
1) Him wetting my hair (With a spray of water u pervert)
2) Pulling my hair. That is how he decided if the length was uniform, pull the hair whatever was left protruding from his fist would be slaughtered
3) His switching the A.C. (yup they had an A.C) on and off. Not sure if it was for my cofort, his comfort or saving the electricity bill.
4) Him Mauling me. The excuse? Head massage!!!
I left the place feeling pretty light, my wallet that is!!!
BTW if you are wonderring about the mirror thing. About how have I been getting a haircut all this while....well the "BARBER SHOPS" usually hav a mirror behind you too and a tv playing some movie in a language that you do not understand and the guy in the mirror gets distracted and keeps looking at the T.V and not me!!! There HAPPY??
Subject: Me, well I m a VERRY lazy and nervous person. Also, I am a civillian now. We(me and dad) recently shifted to J.P.Nagar 7th phase. After postponing geting a Hair cut for a month I had an afro which Carlos Alberto Valderrama Palacio would be proud of. Don't belive be(i have a cold)? THIS is what happens if I let my hair grow. Anyway so I landed up at the first place I could locate near my place. It was something called schwarzkopf(NOOOO IT IS NOT A BEAUTY SHOP! I AM NOT RETRO, METRO or ELEVATED RAILWAY SEXUAL! to go to a beauty saloon).
The Barbartist: Well that was a surprise.
1) He had long hair (a la Sanjay Dutt)
2) His shirt was not unbuttoned and CLEAN!!!
3) He was wearing an earring.
4) He was not burping AT ALL! (I was there around lunch time)
Close encounter of the Nth kind: As I told you earlier I am a nervous and lazy guy. I HATE people looking at me. So the fact that he had a full length mirror in front of me and every time I looked up this great looking dude (me) was staring at me, made matters worse. Now the barbartist was looking at me. I said short on the side, upar(top) se medium. I KNOW, he should know this without me having to tell him!!!
Any way if you noticed I called him a Barbartist. Well surprisingly it had a reason. This guy used to cut my hair then stare at my head (along with the guy in the mirror) think(!!!!) about his next move and then continue. Also, when you are using sharp objects on me, I would appriciate it if you place your weapons in front of me on a table so that I know what is coming next. But, our dude had this black apron and stuff appeared magically from its pockets. Sharp stuff that too!!!
After about an hour and lots of false alarms (His moment of deep thinking, when my head and hair were screaming, MUJHE BHAGWAAN KE LIYE CHOD(means let me go....not what you thought) DO and I was about to leap out of teh chair, the DUDE would start again!!! ) He did let me go.
This one hour period was punctuated with:
1) Him wetting my hair (With a spray of water u pervert)
2) Pulling my hair. That is how he decided if the length was uniform, pull the hair whatever was left protruding from his fist would be slaughtered
3) His switching the A.C. (yup they had an A.C) on and off. Not sure if it was for my cofort, his comfort or saving the electricity bill.
4) Him Mauling me. The excuse? Head massage!!!
I left the place feeling pretty light, my wallet that is!!!
BTW if you are wonderring about the mirror thing. About how have I been getting a haircut all this while....well the "BARBER SHOPS" usually hav a mirror behind you too and a tv playing some movie in a language that you do not understand and the guy in the mirror gets distracted and keeps looking at the T.V and not me!!! There HAPPY??
Friday, September 08, 2006
This is an untitled post!
Watched "the life and death of peter sellers" starring Geoffrey Rush on HBO some time this week. Sellers is the same guy who had you in splits in the pink panther series(TADAN TADAN TADAN TADAN TADAAAAAAAAAAAN....now try humming the bond theme...irritating isin't it? ;)). Well you never know what is going on in someone's life now do you??
Trivia: He played a tripple role in Kubrik's Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. Which ones? well figure that out when you watch the movie (NOooo not from wiki...when you watch the MOVIE!!).
Trivia: He played a tripple role in Kubrik's Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. Which ones? well figure that out when you watch the movie (NOooo not from wiki...when you watch the MOVIE!!).
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
The LIVE experience
People usually wonder why pay so much to hear an artist in concert? just go buy his/her cd...
Well the following are some lines from Jagjit singh's concert....not available on the usual album (well yeah you can buy the album of the concert but if u thought of that then tsk tsk tsk!)
mazar-e-kais par jab ruh-e-laila ek din aayi
to armanon ke murjhae hue kuch phool bhi layi...
lagi jab phool rakhne, to kabr se awaz ye aayi
chadana phool magar janemann, AHISTAAA AHISTAA!!
woh bedardi se sar kaatain ameer, aur main kahun unse..
huzooor ahista ahista, janab aahista....ahista.
[yahan huzoor aur janab main wahi farak hai jo lukhnow aur punjab main hai...juggu]
Well the following are some lines from Jagjit singh's concert....not available on the usual album (well yeah you can buy the album of the concert but if u thought of that then tsk tsk tsk!)
mazar-e-kais par jab ruh-e-laila ek din aayi
to armanon ke murjhae hue kuch phool bhi layi...
lagi jab phool rakhne, to kabr se awaz ye aayi
chadana phool magar janemann, AHISTAAA AHISTAA!!
woh bedardi se sar kaatain ameer, aur main kahun unse..
huzooor ahista ahista, janab aahista....ahista.
[yahan huzoor aur janab main wahi farak hai jo lukhnow aur punjab main hai...juggu]
Sigh!
Selected lines from one of (sung by him) Jagjit Singh's ghazals...
satayegi jab chandini ki udasi...
dukhayegi dil jab fiza ki khamoshi.
uffaq ki taraf khali nazrain jama kar...
kabhi jo na socha woh socha karogi.
Kabhi dil ki dhadkan mehsoos hogi...
kabhi thandi saanso ke toofan uthenge.
kabhi gir ke bistar pe aahen bharogi...
Kabhi jhuk ke takiye pe roya karogi.
Jawani ke heere, haya ke bahane...
yeh maana ki tum mujhse parda karogi.
Yeh duniya magar tujhse bholi nahin hai...
chuppa kar mohobbat ko ruswa karogi.
P.S. - not sure if the spellings are correct.
satayegi jab chandini ki udasi...
dukhayegi dil jab fiza ki khamoshi.
uffaq ki taraf khali nazrain jama kar...
kabhi jo na socha woh socha karogi.
Kabhi dil ki dhadkan mehsoos hogi...
kabhi thandi saanso ke toofan uthenge.
kabhi gir ke bistar pe aahen bharogi...
Kabhi jhuk ke takiye pe roya karogi.
Jawani ke heere, haya ke bahane...
yeh maana ki tum mujhse parda karogi.
Yeh duniya magar tujhse bholi nahin hai...
chuppa kar mohobbat ko ruswa karogi.
P.S. - not sure if the spellings are correct.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
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