WTF..!

Indira Gandhi was killed on this day. I am watching TV and a program is running about this. The killers and there purpose was being told, and the effect it had on the country. Suddenly, the anchor comes, and says.. "or dilli me hi aj team india 28 run door hai jeet se.. kya wo jeet payegi??"

I could slap him for this! What idiots!!

some more..

ISN'T SHE AMAZING

The Rain of 28th

It’s been pouring since early in the morning. But it didn’t bring the traffic jams with it this time. The usually euphoric ahmedavadis today didn’t venture out to enjoy corn and a garam cuppa of cha. The rain today does not bring with it the fragrance of wet soil. It brings with it the stink of burnt flesh, and gun powder. It brings the shrieks of the people who received the ball bearings in there hearts, heads, faces, and died. No child is seen playing in the showers. Only policemen searching something that might help them escape the shame of failures. The failures of letting people die, sleeping while some trouble mongers planned to kill them, and there kin, there people.

I am afraid of death. I am afraid that I might die like this one day. And I am ashamed that I am the one who is to be blamed for this mess. I accepted this system while it slept. I let them take liberty and be complacent about my security. And I have no guts to stand up and fight against this evil force of religious terrorism, and the evil system that lets it strike at will. I am ashamed that while DIG Vanjara the police officer who allegedly killed Sohrabbuddin, a terrorist, is rotting behind the bars, I ignored it just as another piece of news. 

I am ashamed that I always thought that this happens to other people. Somewhere I am also having blood on my hands. I think I contributed to the massacre by not raising a voice and taking a stand as a responsible citizen, for improving the law and order situation of this place.

  
 

The different tomato..!

Georgie is a different guy. He is just not like the others. He has been like this since the time he was 5 years old.

When he was in the 2nd standard, he was different. All the kids liked to go home after school, and Georgie liked to remain in the school, and dig the playground, looking for coal mine under the soft sand. Roy, the principal’s son, used to assist him. And sometimes, he would hide in the rickshaw, trying to be the last to get off after the rickshaw had done the complete route. The rickshaw driver never understood what made Georgie do this.

The days went by, and before he realized, Georgie was standing at the crossroads, which will decide the future course of his life. He had finished 10th and had to make a choice whether to join the medical stream like some in the family, so the non medical stream, like most of the people around. All the maternal uncles, paternal uncles, cousins, elder sister, were science graduates. Georgie chose commerce. None liked the choice. But he chose commerce, and went on to live a carefree life, unlike his over burdened classmates who chose science.

After he completed 12th, again there was choice, and needless to say, he was thinking something different again. He joined the new course B.B.A. All in the family wondered what was going on. Why B.B.A and not B.Com? At-least they had seen some successful people who were not doctors or engineers, and were B.Com. But BBA it was.

This didn’t stop here. After completing his MBA Georgie decided to come down to Ahmedabad, while all other classmates went to Jaipur and other towns in Rajasthan. Georgie had to be different..!

Even today, Georgie’s colleagues wonder why he likes to come to work wearing Jeans and t-shirts, while all of them wear formal cloths. His mother wonders at his choice of music, food, everything.

Recently, Georgie realized this and wondered, why this was so. Was it just a coincidence that he liked to be different? And he got the answer.

Being different was a choice that he made when he was 5 years old. He was taking a paper. His friends were faster at writing, and finished earlier than him. So the kid decided to leave the paper, halfway, and go play with the other kids. All was well until he reached home, and mom asked how did the paper go. Poor kid, told mum that he left the paper incomplete as he wanted to play with his friends. Mum was furious. So was dad. Georgie was taken back to the school. Produced in front of the principal. And his father requested the authority to let him complete the paper. Principal refused. This was shameful, thought Georgie. It was embarrassing to stand and see the elders wonder at his innocent little self. And it was hard to bear the scolding.

So he thought to himself that day, I’ll not do what the others do. It is not right. And so he became a different guy, when he was 5.

Rains

Long before the news stations started making reality shows out of floods in mumbai, i was not very enthusiastic about the rainy season. I am not a happy bathroom-singing bather.

Reason- water gets i wet and soggy.

But this is not about my bathroom, or my singing talent. Its about the rains in Ahmedabad, and the fetish of AMC(municipal corporation). Fetishes by definition are strange habits. Now, AMC has a Digging fetish. They are into digging every road this city has, or could have. And what is typical is, this fetish is at its peak every time its the rainy season. Wet and soggy is not enough they think, it has to be wet, soggy, muddy, bumpy, filthy Ahmedabad.

The rains it seems work as an aphrodisiac, getting the AMC into action.

This time they are out creating underground tunnels, which they say will be the final final show of the digging fetish. After these are laid, the AMC, the GAS pipelines, gutters, telephone cables and all other sundry things will be laid in the privacy of these tunnels, keeping the Ahmedavadis unaware of the action.

But i am sure, that means all the existing underground cables and pipelines need to be dug out..

28

Two beers.. couple of friends
was all it took to celeberate..
occasions came and went,
not that we stopped short to invent

Life was like this forever
since the begenning of the time
parties giggles dances
boozing panting pranks

I ain't no drunk
hooked on to some to some shit
yup i need a high
and life gave me a hit

thought i'll mellow,
be upright types as i grow
may be some girl will come
and get a man out of the young

but that was not to happen
the brat says never die
parties giggles dances
boozing panting pranks
this is how shall i die.