When will this madness stop? Some bloody bastard with the totally perverted brain of his, a complete failure in life, turns to the 'radical' way of life, brainwashed by other fucking bastards in such a manner that the fool is ready to give his life to take the life of others.

Again and again, the target is the junta. The same gory images flashing across all the news channels.. reporters risking their lives covering the whole events.. the brave and noble army-men, the NSG Commandoes, mindless of the danger lurking at every step, at every instant of their lives.. putting their lives at stake for the sake of the lives of the others.

The same robotic, lukewarm speeches made by the politicians, supposedly the leaders of this great democracy... their hasty arrival at the scene of disaster. The VIP, requiring Z category security, is flanked by security personnel, thus relaxing crucial security atleast by a fraction elsewhere.
Absurd is a mere understatement.
(Oh, and where is our North-Indian hating f(r)iend? Now that he has hundreds of dedicated armed soldiers, a large part of them from outside 'his' state, to take care of 'his' city and his safety while he can sleep peacefully, there is no sound from him... how very beautiful.)

We are fed up. 2008 has been the worst hitting year for the Indians. We are sick of watching attack after attack, the blame game (the way Tom and Jerry hastily pass the lighted bomb to each others hands comes to mind), the same old cold-as-a-marble-slab response, the way the hue and cry dies down, the stoicism of the people who are after all helpless, the paranoia that creeps into our day to day lives.. The pity... for all those children searching frantically for their parents, a young couple looking for their baby, brothers searching for their beloved sisters... the tears that give way to anger.. the broken heart that frantically tries to heal the wounds so tragically inflicted upon it, for no fault of its own.

When will the assembly line system of putting old arses in the control system of the nation stop? We call ourselves a youthful country when the majority of the blokes up in the House are about to shrivel and need walking sticks to go to the loo. We need quick-thinking, zest, the energy, the vitality and the action.

My heart goes out to those affected in the Mumbai attack, what is being called "India's 9/11".. and I salute the police and the commandoes who have done the best of what they can for the common man. May the souls of the brave and innocent rest in peace.

And to the fucking bastards who planned this tucked away in some part of the world, who are watching all this with glee.. I did not believe in hell. But now I do.. solely for you.


The Time Tag

Long time since I ever did a tag... but this one's a celebrity tag!! Thanks silverine, for thy gesture :)

The tag is like this: Two questions from the past, present and future. Answer them and then tag your friends from the blog-o-sphere. Leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged and you are all set.

Your oldest memories...
Toys! I had such a variety of stuff back then... three train sets, assorted 'building sets', a bespectacled duck which rocked on a chair while pretending to read a book, a 'yawning' car, a swinging monkey, trucks, cars and what not. (The fact that almost none of them survived in their entirety a couple of years later may be conveniently ignored).
The way I used to HATE going to KG.. it looked like it was miles and miles away from home, and towards the middle of particularly gloomy days I used to look from the window, see the tops of trees far away and go crying for ma!
The way my KG teacher called me "Kannaa" and used to spoonfeed me the curd rice I carried everyday...
The day I entered Loyola... the 13 years I spent inside that campus now looks like a dream!

What were you doing ten years ago?
Rewind back to third standard... Maithri Madam, such a wonderful lady one could get as a class teacher. At this time I would have been sitting in the crowded bus no.1 with all the elder guys who looked precisely like ruffians, waiting for the forty five minute-long journey back home to end. School seems like eons ago.. dunno why :|

Woke up at the rather early time of six thirty. Went through the same routine and donned the "Workshop-uniform" for College since it was a Thursday. Boarded the college bus, stood for an hour all the way to college. Lugged my unusually heavy bag to the class. Sweated it out in the stiff navy blue shirt only to return home at 2 pm since classes were dismissed early due to a religious thingy today in the city. All that stuff transported 26 kms for nothing.
Then I saw this tag.

If you build a time capsule what would it contain?
Complete backup of all my photos, and my blog posts. And of course my hard drive packed in 150% shockproof, bulletproof casing.

And tomorrow and tomorrow... blah blah something something.. out, out, brief candle. Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage.. and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.

Wohoo! DP, did you hear that?? Your students can still quote Macbeth :)

What do you see yourself doing 14 years from now?
hm.. that would be.. er... *Firing up addition engine* Ah, 18 + 14 = 32. Whoops. That's too far in the future.. I'd hopefully be married to a sweet n hot n loving beauty *ahem.. ambitions!* and will be one hell of a weird dad.. My kids would be staring at dad's crazes going from Music to Trains.. to Mom.. and computers.. to linux hehe! They'd probably have the craziest, geekiest dad they'd ever imagined :D

Thus ends the tag.. Silverine has snipped out many pieces from the original tag, and I have followed the snipped version simply because doing a short one is easy for the lazy ass I am. As always, firing up the random tagger:

Hari chettan,
consider yourself tagged :)