Revenge

"Is it always like this? Is it the same way for every one else?" I used to think. I could almost see misery everywhere. Were the others too suffering like me? Most of them were I knew. And I knew for sure.
Does he love me as he claims to? I really cant be sure of that. I never can be. Every morning, every evening, he uses me. He says, he feels great. He tells his friends, I'm great. How disgusting? How can a man be so cheap? I would wonder.
But I am getting used to all this. Its been two years, we've been bonded. And bonded they say for life. The initial few months we were inseparable. He would take very good care of me. Take me out. Introduce me to his friends. They all secretly were jealous of him, I know. A few of them were giving me those looks, trying to grab my attention. Looking all over me. I felt a bit weird, feeling like an exhibition show piece. They were hitting one me. But he loved me a lot, I thought.
But as time went by, he began showing his true colors. Or so I thought. He did not care much about me. He would leave me all alone for hours together. He would just come to me when he wanted and would leave me somewhere or anywhere. He did not care. And then that dreaded day came. I knew it would come. I knew it. He let one of his friends have me. "Just one hour" I heard them say. It bought tears to my eyes. But I obeyed him like the ever faithful wife. What else could I do?
He thinks he owns me. And may be he really does. What else could I do? No where I could go, in this cruel world. "All men are the same" I knew it. Yes, I knew it.
And then one day, we were going hand in hand. I knew it was coming. I knew it was coming. But I could not take insult no more. I knew it was coming. I did not warn him. And then it was just a flash. I watch him, now lying in a pool of blood underneath the lorry, next to the divider. I too have been wounded, but no wound compared to what I have been through. I lie here looking at him die. I may never be the same again, but I got my revenge in the end.
And for all the times he took pleasure, I finally proved I am "DEFINITELY MALE".

The big Indian Double Standard

Double standards?
India along with Israel and USA are the countries most affected by terrorism. Well thats a notion most people in India and the west have. But in the past other European countries like Spain and UK have been at the receiving end of serious terror attacks. Well, these forms of terror need to be tackled. The USA has done it successfully. Israelis have been doing it but are yet to see complete success. Europe is united against terror and they look to have it under control. So that brings us to India. Attack after attack have been a common thing in India. We have lost over 50,000 lives to terror since Independence. And we still do not seem to have a concrete measure to tackle the issue. But post-Mumbai the government seems to have woken up and we have been promised concrete measures. But anyway that'll not be the point that I'll try to drive home.
How many of us have noticed the double standards that Indians have when it comes to tackle terror. There is one small country in the Southern hemisphere that has been witnessing a different kind of terror. And now for 38 years. Terror that is not related to a religion. If I were a media person I'd promptly name it 'Tamil Terror'. Why does India not recognize that Srilanka has been facing the same kind of terror in Jaffna that India has been witnessing in Kashmir. Its a group of separatist who want a country of their own. And what for? Do we not tell 'them', if u dont love India u may as well go away to Pakistan? Then why this double standard here? If one Armyman called 'some' politicians 'Jokers', why on earth is India so bothered? Why dont they mind their own business? The politicians say 'They are our people' so the feelings. If thats the case, then why not bring them back to our country, why should they be fighting another country and to break it up? Is there any logic there? And if they are ethnic Jaffnites, then why the heck should our people call them ours? Only because they speak the same language? Do you know that the LTTE is banned in 32 countries, including India. And we lost one of our most promising Prime Ministers to these terrorists. But still we have 'jokers' openly supporting them and there is nothing the country can do about it.
Let the country stand united and lets not interfere in some other country's internal issues.

You lost me

I have voted four times. And none of the times have I seen a symbol other than the Lotus on the EVMs. Well, now thats gonna change. It all started with the BJP opposing the nuclear deal. Well if the country did not come first, then sorry buddy. And next was the very guy I voted for, Mr HT Sangliana, cross-voting. Sigh and it was not for the nuke deal. Next 6 MLAs from the opposition resign from the JD(S) and Congress and their seats too. All of them are inducted into the cabinet and they'll be fighting on a BJP ticket(Hope they all lose). And now look at the party's reaction after the Mumbai blasts. No Mr Advani, I admire you, but no my country comes first.
And hell no, I'm not gonna vote for any other of these political party(Congress, JD, Left, BSP or any other rotten eggs). Let me join the majority of youth who have no faith in democracy and will not vote. Will not vote until we the youth come forward with an alternative.
I want a safe India. One that is safe for all my countrymen and women.

"Krishna nee beganee baaro"
"Come back as anyone, comeback and save my India, our India"

Hindu Terrorists and Secularists...

"Hindu Terrorists" .. "Hindus are terrorists as well".. "Hindu terror must be taken care of".. Brinda Karat and Amar Singh screaming on top of their voices. The same people if you remember, who were and are still are going all out to protect the so-called 'victims' of the Jamia encounter. They kept suggesting that Jihad had no religion. Yes we all agree, terror 'probably' does not have any religion.
We need to look at the Kashmir scenario. In 1941 when Kashmir pandits formed 15% of the population of J&K, they are now down to roughly 0.1%. Most people either migrated fearing for their lives or lost their lives. According to sources, 36289 lives have been lost in the valley between 1989 and 2003[ source: SATP ]. This was the most successful ethinic cleansing ever to happen.
We live in a world where every 'sane' human being is threatened by 'Islamic Terror'. Be it the United States, Israel, Spain, UK or India. Millions of lives have been lost. But come home and the Left parties, Samajwadi Party and even the congress, seemed to have turned a blind eye to this fact.
All muslims are not terrorists. Everyone(politicians not included) of us believe this. My neighbor is not and can not be a terrorist, I'm sure. But then just because of the fact that 'Jihadi terrorists' are killing people at random all over the country does not mean people have to prove that 'Hindus' are terrorists as well. What this is doing is 'Diverting' the attention towards Bajrang Dal and other so called 'Hindu Terrorist' outfits. Will these so called 'hindu terrorists' be killing people(mind you they have not targetted 'random people', even after we put an end to the 'Jihadi Terror' that has gripped our country?
How safe is any one of us when we get out of our homes? I'm one of those people who believes that 'A Wednesday' was not an exaggeration. At least I'm sure that it wont be ' The Hindu Terrorists' that would killing me.
The 'protectors of minorities' claim that if we start pointing fingers at muslims blaming them for terrorism, we will be marginalizing them and driving the innocent Muslims towards terrorism too. Now that must be correct. But then in the first place, no one blamed ALL muslims for the acts of terror that the police have evidence that certain people from the same religion have committed. But then when the police arrest them, they are being framed! Great for the country. The shopkeeper near my house(A muslim) lives without fear. None of us suspect he will be a terrorist. But should not the real terrorists be put to death?
Hindu bashing seems to be the way our country is headed. First people put up pictures of Saraswati, Seetha, n all in the nude. Then others bring out literature claiming certain Hindu godesses were 'prostitutes'. Hindus all over the country live in fear. But then it was only time before a radical group came out and reacted. And reacting they have started with vengance. Now the same logic that applies to Muslims do not to the Hindus. Even if we feel marginalized we spineless Hindus will not react.
I do not support the acts of the Radical Hindu out fits. But just imagine, how much more longer do Hindus live in fear in their own country. If the Hindu hit back gets more wide spread, the country will only go to the dogs. Banning them will make no difference. The only solution is to control 'REAL TERROR' and make the normal Hindu, who by the way does not vote and so is not a big vote bank', feel safe in his country. Remember you can not clap with just one hand.
Stop Hindu bashing. Thats my request to the Pseudo-Secularists.
I only hope that the 'Jihadi Terror', 'Forcible Conversions' and all other acts that hurt Hindu sentiments have to be stopped. Or there will only be more and more Radical break away Hindu Outfits. I do not want my country to go to the dogs.

Symbol of Love

"Ladies of the gentlemen, Beautiful monument for Beautiful womans."
"Emperor Shah Jahan created, SYMBOL OF LOVE"
Ranjit went on. Ranjit had been doing the job of a Tourist Guide for 4 years at the Taj MAhal.He would act as a tour guide for the foreigners who came down by the 1000s everyday. He had even picked up a bit of French and German. He even had got business cards printed with his phone number.

Scarlett kept staring at him all along. She knew it was love at first sight. At the end of the one hour tour around the entire complex, they were out and people were paying Ranjit. Eventually it was all done and Ranjit stood there counting the money. Scarlett looked around. She was in a group of 4. They stood there discussing something, she never heard. They all were now looking at Scarlett who stood there staring at Ranjit. "Lunch time sweetie" Mark said and Scarlett jumped up in surprise. She eventually managed to convince them to carry on and that she would join them at the hotel in the evening. Scarlett walked to Ranjit who stood there staring back at her. She approached him and said "Can I buy you a drink"
He stood there looking perplexed and stunned. Too stunned to even speak. He finally said "Madam Yes"
In the evening Mark, Smith and Errica walked into the hotel lobby. They looked at Ranjit walk by. He smiled at them.
Smith stood staring at him. He turned around and said "Look at him blush. Whats Scarlett upto?" They all now walked back to their room. They knocked at the room where Scarlett would be. No response for 5 minutes and so they tried calling her mobile. They heard it ring from inside. They went on and called up the reception. Sameer came to the where the 3 stood with a master key in hand. He moved forward and slowly opened the room for them. He stepped back. Errica was the first to enter. She let out a scream.
Sameer slowly walked away looking a bit scared.

Ranjit walked out of Scarlett's room as she kissed him good bye and promised to meet him the next day. She stood at the door and watched him walk away. Sameer walked in from the other side. He saw Scarlett say good bye. Ranjit crossed across the lobby. Scarlett stood there. She walked back into the room leaving the door open. She was in a world of her own. She slowly feel onto her bed and lied down there. Sameer now stood at the door and looked at Scarlett. He looked at her beautiful feet. He kept staring at them for a minute and then slowly moved into the room and locked the door.

Ranjit did not go back to the Taj for his evening 'shift'. He lay still in his bed thinking about her. He had met the love of his life. He head a few foot steps. Four policemen barged into his room and dragged him out.

The Rite

Six men marched ahead. Three on each side, supporting the casket draped in the tri-colour. A few thousand people watched in awe. Stunned to silence, a pack of youngsters stood fighting back their tears. The six men proceeded towards the crematorium as the trumpets blared at the back. Slowly the coffin was lowered in breath-taking formation. They had practiced these a 1000 times, but when it came to a real human-being, one of them, it was different. Slowly the two men at the back lifted the flag and moved forward. A moment later the men at the center, like a pair of synchronized swimmers, moved forward. Finally the two men at the front picked up the front end. They moved in perfect co-ordination to form a perfect triangular fold of the flag. The general received the flag from the men, turned around and marched forward. The men again in two rows behind him marched synchronized. The general inched closer towards an old lady, at the front of the crowd. She stood there awestruck looking at the men in uniform march towards her. It had been just six months. Her son, in similar uniform had gotten into the train, waving his hands as the train moved. The 6-foot general standing in front of her, brought her back to reality. Her hands trembled as she received the national flag. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She lifted her head to look at the general. A proud mother she was. Beside her, stood a young girl, tears in her eyes. She could still recall, that day 20 years ago, when she stood beside her mother, receiving the flag. How Ironic "Like father Like son" her mother used to tease him, the way he used to sit in front of the TV watching their favorite movie. She felt a chill run down her spine, as she looked at her 1 year old son clinging on to his dad, unaware of what was going on around him.

My First Mistake and the effect

March 1983:

I sat in one corner. The room was partially lit. I could see through the windows. I looked down through the window and could see the earth. How I was desperate to get down there. Then through the window I saw him coming. As usual he was on the swan. It flew magestically. Across the window. A moment later, he emerged into the room. The swan was left outside. He walked upto me and said.
"Son, Its time for you. Its time to go and enjoy the world."
I looked at him and smiled. I was happy. And a lot at that. Then he continued.
"But I give you 3 options. There are 3 different places where you could be born. You must choose one of them."
I shook my head in agreement as he continued.
"The first one is a farmer family in Hubli. You will go onto become a farmer as well. The next one, you could be born into a Tribe in Waynad. Or finally you could choose to be born in Bangalore"

APril 2008:

Scenario1:
I sit my sprawling bunglow near the farm land. Dad walks into the room and says
"Son, from now on those idiotic salaried class sitting in Bangalore, Madras and Delhi will be paying for the tractor fuel we use."
"Oh wow dad. You're great."
"And yeah I've placed an order for a Chav err Chavee err la Oppatra."
"It was great idea to stop paying those 4 loans we took"
"Yeah and thank god those working people dont vote.Phew"
"Yeah dad and hear that those people have promised free electricity dad."
"Yeah so we can buy our new washing machine and AC too and a new pumpset."
"Oh we must thank those people who took loans and used it for other purpose and finally comitted suicide."
"Hehe "

Scenario2:
I sit outside my new farmhouse in the Porch. Dad walks in and says
"Son, Dont worry"
"Dad I'm still worried about where to join"
"Dont worry son, they say, they'll be opening up the public sector too for reservations."
"Oh great dad. SO I can probably choose Infosys. But they say cut off is 70%, I have only 45"
"Oh dont worry they'll bring down the cut off for us"
"But dad, you've not been to office for a week now."
"Thats no problem, I can go there next week and sign my attendance."
"Great dad. Phew thanx to those people who made us a vote bank."
"And thank god the educated people dont VOTE"

Scenario3:
I sit in my 2BHK crammed up flat and blog. My dad walks in and says "Son, I wish we were not educated."
I come to office and sit here writing this bull shit.

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Q1: Why did the farmer's commit suicide.
Ans: He took huge loans in the name of buying tractors, pumpsets and for good quality seeds. But he bought low quality seeds, low quality pumpsets and used the remaining money for having huge marriages, booze and all other things. Finally the monsoon was bad and the crops failed. He could not repay the loans. He commits suicide. So what does the government do? Waive off the loans. SO what does the smart farmer do? He stops repaying the loans even if he can. Its waived off. So who loses? The country..

Q2: What about reservations?
Ans: Sigh. Votebank. How many deserving people lose a chance. How many of the truly underprevilaged actually benefit. Imagine a guy with no sense going on to become a surgeon. Oh so people will say, its not just them even the "General" people can be undeserving. Oh definitely, but then he goes no where anyway.

One Resolution

Now that I do not have access to Infy Blogs(Sigh!!!!!), I will be posting here regularly.. Sigh hope I can keep this resolution of mine at least...
Have my hands full now a days. Being an ardent Bangalorian logically makes me a Royal Challengers fan, means I need to follow the IPL. SIgh!!! And then the Karnataka Elections coming up. Wow. Hope we do well.. And then a new job.. A learning experience.

Thats it for now. Hope to come up with lot of crap in the days to follow

The Infoscion

The title says what I'd love to be called all my life. SIgh! Yeah, one night after I surrendered my ID card and walked out of the Infosys campus, it all of a sudden feels weird. Have I loved the company? I dont know. But definitely I love a lot of people there. Will be missing them all. Chatting with people on Office communicator, Blogging on the internal network, reading the forwarded mails and replying to all. I will miss all that.
Two years of life in Infosys has been real real great to say the least. Ok I have not made any progress as far as my career is concerned. But I have lived every moment of it and enjoyed it. Have had a huge number of great friends. People I do not want to miss. :( But life goes on.
Now sitting at home jobless, I'm thinking of all the good moments. At times it may bring tears to my eyes.
Tuesday I join my new company. New people, new domain, new field, new office and a new cubicle. SIgh!
But Infosys and the people there will be part of my fondest memmories for ever.
ThankYOU INFOSYS.

One Last Time

Just happened to watch a movie called "One Last Time". Its a 8 minute short movie about drugs and the affect on young guy.
The movie has been written and directed by a debutant director. But it does not seem so. It looks very good for a first timer. And especially when he started out with just a part script and no proper story board. The movie stars new comers Anish TG and Sinoy Xavier and the director himself in a small role. But the actors have put up very good performances.
It could definitely have an impact on the youth. Even if the movie acdtually does not manage to make people quit drugs, it can make people start using it. Beautifully depicts the life of an addict and the pleasure he derives out of these drugs.
All in all a super movie. A must watch. Its available on Youtube. Do check it out.

Having said all this lemme reveal to all you people, that the director is ME..
Please do watch the movie and let me know your valuable suggestions and comments.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8lQwlk7rZO4

When I becomes We

How about mob psychology for a topic. When you are in a group and a few people in the group turn violent or start doing something, how many times have you noticed that the rest of them just follow suit. It could just be a small provocation. And most of the people there might not actually have wanted to do this.
There are innumerable examples too. Take for instance the recent monkey chants in Mumbai. A couple of people start it and the entire section of the crowd joined in.
There are people who say that the recent molestation on New Year's eve in Mumbai was also something like this. The crowd was huge and when a couple of people did this, the rest of them joined in to have a piece of the cake.
I am sure most of you might have been witness to mob psychology one time or the other. This need not be physical violence of any sort. But just for instance take a college festival. With some one performing on stage. A few guys in the crowd begin boos and cat calls, have you not seen a majority of the crowd join in? And this majority may not actually endorse what they themselves end up doing.
On the positive side, when people start chanting "Once more Once more" at the end of a performance, you too are dragged into that, even if u'd actually prefer some change :D:D.But what is actually mob-psychology. Why do people actually behave in this manner? It might be upto a psychologist to answer this.
Wiki says "Individuals tend to behave in a different manner as part of a group in contrast to acting independently. Members of a group are prone to acting in ways that they would deem immoral or unjust if in control of their behavior".
So is this really something that a person can not control no matter what? Can people actually justify themselves later on, blaming "Mob-Psychology" for it? How would you react if you were at the recieving end of this?

What made me write this: Yesterday a BMTC bus ran-over a 3 year old kid near JC Nagar in Bangalore. What happened next was a huge mob of people stopping all busses passing that way and virtually destroying them. They even damaged a lot of public property, vandalizing the road divider and other traffic property.So is this act justifiable?

The Last Moments of my Life

It was 30 days after Fool's day. It was 3 am in the morning. I sat down at my study. I was about to pen down my will. It brought back memories of Emmy and Edda. I had sent them back to the Bavarian mountains in February. They would be safe there, I knew. I had also gotten a million marks to my account in Berchtesgaden. Had I betrayed them? It was just last night that I married Eva Braun right here. She had been a faithful friend for long. She decided to share her destiny with me. No, I realized. I have lived for a cause. I lived for my people. I started wrting. Martin Bormann, my most faithful comarade shall be the executor. He shall take what is necessary for my brothers, sisters and co-workers to lead a modest simple life. I chose my remains to be burnt right in this city, where I have served unto death. I finished at around 4am. I called Martin to be witness to this. He signed and I handed over the will to him.
I went over to my bed and lay there holding Eva tight. We slept. It was afternoon that day when I sent for Bormann. I had lunch with my secretaries and dietician. Eva was not there. She did not want to have anything. But I had to spend time with the people who had stood by me. A few minutes after lunch, I summoned all of them. They were in a sullen mood. I had to tell them again. I had to tell them WE HAD LOST. It was the most painful truth. 12years of struggle had to end this way. But I had done justice. I knew people would remember me. For good or bad. But they would.
I went back to my study. Eva was there I kissed her on the cheek. We sat beside each other for what seemed like eternity, hand in hand. We came out and I was dressed as usual in my uniform jacket and black trousers. Eva was wearing a blue dress with white trimmings. We said goodbye to Bormann, Joseph and Goebbels, Burgdorf and Krebs. We slowly walked into the bunker as the men looked at us with tears. We walked in. Closed the door behind us and sat in the sofa. We held hands and sat for a couple of minutes.
Then I took out the 7.65mm Walther pistol. I did not think much I pointed it to her temple and pulled the trigger. She seemed extremely calm as she fell back. I kissed her motionless body and turned the revolver onto my head. But I knew I would be born again. I would be born in 1983. It would be in the India. I would make the world dance to my tunes the next time. I would be more than Fuehrer next time. And I pulled the trigger.

Why Meet At all

A bit too late for this review I know. But then most people have been talking about a wonderful movie. Here is my take on it.

Enter chocolate face hero.. Err I mean exit... Business collapse ho gaya. Wow. Bhaago zindagi se bhaago. A serious looking face(supposedly) and a frown to go with it. Even my mum could put up a better face and especially when I run away from home(hmmm err yeah to office) without having breakfast. Chocolate face walks and walks. Obviously its his gal friends wedding too... Bhagwaan jab deta hai to deta chappad phaad ke. Closeup Chatrapathi shivaji terminus platform number 6. Enter the new train. Obviously AC compartment only, especially when you dont have a ticket and the train is empty naa. Focus shift, enter whitewashed face heroin... Err or enter her saaman(Wicked mallus, please read as luggage) first into the moving train.. "I never missed a train all my life". Continuous speaking ensues for the next 10 minutes. Lot of jokes supposedly... I heard laughter from a handful of people around the theatre.. Cool man Army School never did any good to my hindi??? Huh... Followed by 2 hours of absolute entertainment(Ok so what if only a dozen people understood most of the jokes).

Some immortal conversations.
"Mein Karate Brown Belt hoon"
*hero is thinking obviously*"Nahi mein tumhe rape karne wala nahi hoon"
"Tum chaaho tho bhi nahi kar sakte" :p:p
"Nahi mujhe nahi karni tumhari rape" //Huh even I would'nt do it//

"are tumhari wajah sei mein aaj zindaa hoon god damn it"*Taaliyaa Taaliyaa. what an emotional outburst, brought tears to my eyes :p*
Finally I went home... I entered my bed room. I took out shwetha's photo(Yeah, I loved her long long back. Err she never did, though :p:p). I lit a match stick and burnt the picture. Put the remains in the closet and flushed her away from my life.... Oh really made me feel better... I've been crying all night god-dam it... Imtiaz bhai, if ever I meet you, maa kasam, you are dead!!!!
PS: Who cares, it was the project party fund.
PPS: But errr, Forum to Home- Auto 120RS :'(