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 :'(