terrorism

Terrorism is the tactic of demanding the impossible, and demanding it at gunpoint.

-santa banta graffiti

sleeping gaints....the INDIA

Its back. Terroists have made yet another act of what is absolutely not accepted in a civilized society.

This time, the target was Girgao Chaupati(suneil shetty boating club is here .. situated proximately to his hotel) and few hospitals, Nariman House, OBEROI & TAJ. This time the assault was graver than ever.by the best of my knowledge the exact score of casualities of Indians(fireman, security personel included) are well beyond 210.. i am using the word score not because i want to hurt the sentiments of near and dear ones of people suffered in attack because whatever they have lost cannot be fulfilled by any compensatory amount,  condolence statement, bravery awards.. there are some losses that cannot be explained and fulfilled. i am using the word score because i am trying to adjust to this situation where i cannot do any thing, government would act in routine way and Indians known for their weakest memory on this Planet will live up to the reputation of letting it go which infact is an invitation to another event like this

My friend nikhil lohani is obssesed with counter strike, guys must be knowing that.. you are provided with maps ,guns, force and there are two teams terrorist and counter Ts.. he plays it day and night.. he may not find his dry underwear but hub is always on place.,

India has become a practice map for the world now.. there are practice modes too .. easy mode go to a new city, normal mode go to kashmir , difficult mode hyderabad mumbai are heaven...

and for expert mode we give you 5 stars hotel, temples and still you want more we have our parliament.. avalaible.. do watever but you will not be hanged because rape is a crime dowry a crime eve teasin even.. yes a grave crime but terrorism not a issue for which we can hang you...

i often wonder what lets our security personal keep working.. dont they feel cheated.. they die today and everybody will forget them.. some days back family members of people who lost their lives for saving parliament returned posthumous medals of bravery,... since goverment declined to hang prime accused of the attack... its a shame for the nation,,, i am sorry India ... i just cannot do anything.... 

by the time , u when this write up will be published on my blog.. TAJ and OBEROI would have been evacuvated..nation would have been praising gallantary soldiers, news channels would wud be trying their best to capitalise the emotions,, promises of security will made... lots of routine activity.. few suspensions, some arrests and a couple of encounters..

and then we will go back to sleep... WE r INDIANS the sleeping gaint.............

TO SIT OR NOT TO SIT..

Last time when I was on my way back to college by bus… My eyes fell on an editorial in a newspaper.. It was on the subject of women’s reservation in Parliament. Not for a single day since I came to this planet.. I have supported this reservation thing at the very first place. If I put a priority order, the ‘reservation’ option just lies above the option ‘FINALLY WE CANNOT DO ANYTHING’ so it’s just the penultimate measure to a disaster..Whatever..We were talking about women’s reservation.

I find it absurd when women call for reservation. First they shout at the top their vocal cords’ TREAT US AT PAR WITH MEN’ & once you treat them equal they raise the anthem of reservation. The bus to my college was still moving smoothly. There was some good oldie song being played in the music system of the bus. Anyway women. They never leave a stone unturned to prove they are much better than men. You see whenever any results are announced; media floods everything with news saying ‘women outplayed men’ and ‘fairer sex proved their mantle yet again’. I can’t recall whether I read a single article saying a ‘man conquered the fort at women’s backyard’.They can say this about fashion industry, interior designing, cooking which are socially considered as a territory of womenfolk..but who’s interested? I don’t know what struck the driver he suddenly decided to play Mr. Reshammiya. To be very honest I am not too talented to bear his kind of music but there are some things in life which are certainly not under my control. So where were we? & yes During an IPL match I heard Priety Zinta saying” I m proud to be the first woman entering into a men’s dressing room? It’s a great day for the women of his part of world”. Well Shahrukh Khan is the first man to be featured in LUX soap advertisement. Should he shout” This is an achievement for every man on this earth that a man managed to appear in promotion of a soap considered exclusively for women”

By this time all you ladies out there must have used at least a millions of censored adjectives for me and have prepared thousands of counter evidences to put my opinion down to soil.

The bus halted at the next stop. I turned the page of newspaper to entertainment section to check the status of Kareena Kapoor..who is exactly her lucky duck at the moment? A women entered into the bus. She was not very much tall. She was wearing a routine saree. Not too costly even. There was a bag in her hand. It wasn’t an air bag or branded ADIDAS(One of my friend told me it means ALL DAY I DREAM ABOUT SPORTS, Well the evening when she told me this was very beautiful) . The bag was like a free carrier you get from a garment store with your purchase. The bus started moving. She was looking like a normal middle class woman. She wasn’t having long hair. Neither they were bob-cut, they were somewhere in between. It wasn’t looking stylish and one can easily infer that they were cropped just because it was getting difficult for the lady to manage long hair. But she was a showcase of self respect. Her purse was at least an year old. & outer zip was out of order. Somehow she managed to take the tickets. I wish the male conductor would have been a bit polite. She said nothing. Took the ticket ,she move on to fourth seat. The bag was a bit corpulent and wasn’t fitting in the space provided. At least somebody must rose up and should help her. Not because she is incapable but it’s a point of humanity to help fellow people. Even I wasn’t an exception as I was sitting unmoved. The bus was crowded. She managed to get just behind my seat. I closed the newspaper. She held the bag from left hand and adjusted her glasses with right. Even the frame of her glasses wasn’t looking too costly. She did it. She asked no one to help her. The bag was into the luggage area. She was standing now, somehow in this crowded bus. Why don’t these bus services provide a women’s seat? It must been at some corner and a man with a fat stomach, dark moustaches would have captured it with a great degree of smugness & would willingly fight with her over why not to give her the seat? So it would be quite a daunting task for this highly respectable woman. I don’t know what struck me. I stood up & offered her my seat. First, she hesitated but slight insist did the job. It really felt good inside. Why? I am not sure. May be I gave her the reverence she deserved.

I am still against reservation of any kind & Ms. Zinta’s statement will make me angry for some more time, though she really looks great on screen. May be for some more years I will be forced to read the accomplishment of women after every declaration of result. It will definitely be irritating. And yes Shahrukh was really pathetic in that LUX advertisement. Sorry Tanay but that’s true.

 I was constantly searching where is that women’s seat? I stood there without a seat for almost an hour& Mr. driver never ceased to play Himesh. Finally came the college. May be this time I could learn some more full forms of brands from my friend. The moment I was about to get down from the bus, I discovered that It was my seat that was reserved for women. I didn’t know how to react? Only thing I could do was to say thanks to that lady for lending me your seat for more than five hours. But she was sleeping.

When I got down from the bus my leave and identity card was checked to ensure I am not an intruder. Everything was fine. I belonged to the college. I was allowed to get in.

LIAR TO HEAVEN

 

 

How beautiful you are I cant even say

There are times when

I am unable to take off my eyes away

You sit silently and watch rest of the world

And I keep on watching you

For me its never enough

I don’t want to let you know this all

I fear to loose you

Better be a liar to heaven than loose you by being true

& when things goes out of your hands

you often let away control of you

I just say in my heart “ don’t worry dear..

I am always there to hold you..”

I don’t know what you want out of your life

May everything you ever desire will beckon your side

And people that keeps you laughing’

Should be around you firm and strong

And please GOD in life of this girl

“don’t let anything go wrong”

because once she goes away

I will never  see her again for the rest of my life

And never  again the air would smell so nice

I will never again find time freezing around me

And will never know beautiful the world could be….

RESPITE

I am in hope of some respite

Seeking a blessing in disguise

There is nothing to repent upon the words said

There are just lessons in life

I am not sorry for the things happened to me

I’ve always been what I should be

At times I found things upright

Sometimes they were bad

But I let them rule my mistakes

The only thing that makes me sad

I only tried to wipe of a tear or two

I just tried to easy their pain

I thought I would give me some peace

& I would not live in vain

I advised them unsought

Gave a helping hand unasked

They smiled and went away forever

Leaving me with distress in the last

Now I find world running ahead

& me standing in the same old lane

now they accuse me of thinking too much

they say I have gone insane

 

I do realized I lost some battles

Before I could have put things on try

They don’t even talk of my inabilities

I was almost about to cry

But BOYS don’t cry even in difficult times

It is an irony

Even if they think I am just another guy

Even if they talk ill of me

They are wrong

If they think

I cant find

My way back in

Once they are gone

Its my world

And I’ll not give it up

Even if I have to

Do it all alone

My life wont be spent explaining people

The kind of person I have been

My past is certainly not my potential

There is lot inside me that is yet to be seen

I will get my way back in

There is no point of being sad

Giving up is not my way of living

Hope is the only thing I ever had

& once day sound of dreams

will be clear and loud

because when it gets darkest all-over

 stars come out………

 

 

BRING BACK TO BROTHERS

O heavenly father ,

you never motivated me to kill..

You never inspired me to die.

You never spread the message of hatred

You never told us to lie.

Then why I kill my brothers?

In the name of you

Then why I spread the gloom?

Tell me mighty father

what am I to do??

I planted bombs to death

I justified my acts

I fought with your other sons..

And got divided into religions, countries and sects

And then I conjured against him

And he against me..

Why then now I complain of disbelief

& scepticism everywhere I see

I am your son o mighty father

I should have been at your side

I would have been running with your words

I should have spoken the comfort far & wide

Father forgive me from my mistakes

Relieve me from my sins

Bring me back to my brother

And make my home a better place to be in…..

 

 

King of my own life

If you think i am down

then you're wong

these stones of time hitting me back

can make me only strong

mighty could be the tough time 

my will is mightier

harder may be the way to hill top

i am also a fighter

i've seen myself

rising back from ashes

manage to pertain a smile 

whenever a hope crashes

so still if you think!!

you can take me up

you are wrong...

nothing could rip me apart no pain no strife

i am BORN to rule up here

I M THE KING OF MY OWN LIFE.....