winter in chennai??!!??
I do not know if it got noticed! yesterday, around 5′ish AM, there were little white flakes floating through the air all around! all over the green leaves, and once u touch them they turn into water. In Chennai! the humid, hot and sunny city! talk about climate change!!!!
the parting note
As I lie here cold, frigid from the lack of breath,
My people around stay, wondering upon me.
What was it that made me live?
What was it that kept me alive?
What was it that I lived for?
What was it that I lie dead for now?
Dear loved one,
I lived for the sake of living. But you made it worthwhile.
You have taught me a lesson or two in life.
You were a part of what made me want to live.
It was You who kept me alive.
Through happiness and sorrow, through highs and lows.
One moment it shattered. And God bless that moment-
The moment that made me realise that my life does nothing
But instil pain and sorrow.
Adieu my Love!
Shed not a tear, for its still aches me so.
Going away, bidding farewell,
I take with me all Your difficulties and sorrow
And leave You with all happiness and joy.
There is something wrong. Something is very wrong. Is it with me or the world?
I hear that there are more women terrorists in the world, and it doesn’t surprise me. I saw the Mumbai episode and I hardly flinch.
Then when you let such trivial thoughts prevail for a while, and let it take it course in the thought process, everything falls into place.
Consider the first situation about women terrorists. Why wouldn’t they be? Look around you, all you can see is a differential treatment towards women. Lots have been spoken about religion based genocide, jihad and all that, but to a woman it doesn’t really matter. No matter what religion, belief, ethnicity, race you belong to, you got to brave the odd against lots of people everyday. It could be the helmet-clad two-wheeler rider, or the Versace clad boss, or the old guy shopping for vegetables with his granddaughter. What inflicts hurt more? Facing abuse in any form or taking a bullet through your chest? The former leaves a scar on your mind, for the rest of life, while the latter if you survive leaves a physical scar that wouldn’t hurt after healing. For those of you who have not really experienced abuse lets get a little descriptive. If you are guy, it’s like undergoing a prostate exam, only the person who is examining is not a doctor and does not have gloves on, is classified as a Pervert of the third degree, and most importantly it is without your consent. If you are girl, am sure you have heard enough and more. And oh yes, you have seen it in the movies.
Freedom is of many forms. And our forefathers had laid their claim on it through good means so it lasts. If men tend to exploit this freedom, then women will move towards disrespecting the same freedom. Thus a female naxalite/terrorist is born. The country does let you own a licensed arm, but why would I care for the country if I am treated like an object and not its citizen?? The society does have a great deal to do with this issue. Besides, once she begins to hate, she hates. And puts her superior intelligence to good use in effacement.
The second issue. The Mumbai terror attacks. It is plain and simple. Imagine a kindergarten class. There is a nice looking, good to hold pencil. Only one. And two little boys are fighting over it. The fight gets out of hand and the pencil breaks. Now neither of them want the pencil, for it doesn’t look good broken. But then a third boy, promises this quick fix adhesive that can fix the two broken pieces and bring the beauty back to life. So it starts all over again. They start pinching and punching and all that. All this while, the teacher is conducting this math test, ‘write 1-100’ she says and the third kid with his much used economic pencil finishes first. And while these two kids are caught fighting, they typically play the blame game. Final result – our two contenders fail, and the third kid gets an A+. ‘Teachers pet, is that you? –Yes, yes, yes!’ It is only co-incidental that the first kid is an Indian, the second a paki, the third a Chinky and the teacher is obviously white.
(I know it sounds racist, aren’t we all!?)
Now I know there is nothing wrong with the world. Even if the woman terrorist is caught, she will be abused, and even if the two kids are promoted with warning, they will never learn from their mistakes and let the teacher shower praises and accolades over the third kid.
