Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
“Back off you, don’t show your face,
I do no longer call you mine,
I will hate you with ardent ardour
Oh, yes… you veritable swine!
I am wronged, I am broken
I do not have a home
I Love not, trust not no one
I want to be alone.
I look for love outside,
For I have slain my own.
Buried my childhood myself
I am now full grown.
I can detest, abhor, loathe
But cannot simply love.
But if you try to justify,
Trust me, I’m a cut above.
I live in the blue universe
And that is the true to me
You say land monsters will eat me
Well, we’ll wait n see.”
“I am selfish and tough
That is what you see.
Listen to what I DON’T say!
But I guess it cannot be.
You will never know
And I can never tell
The sorrows that lie
Hidden beneath this shell.
I can protect you no more
I can guide you no more
You have deserted me
And I can stop you no more.
Go on and discover for yourself
The world out there so wild.
Forget me like a bad dream
I will remember you like a child.”
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Mr. Mani Shankar Aiyar said “I will be disappointed if the Commonwealth games are a huge success”. Even if it was a mere political gimmick, I find myself nodding my head wishing the CWG are a flop show. Why? Am I not patriotic enough? Well, actually I am not sloppy enough.
The “Commonwealth Games” is the most flagrant form of corruption we have ever witnessed. The latest figure spent on the CWG stands at ` 66,000 crore. God knows what the city would have looked like if they were spent the right way. Or even half the amount. But Delhi lies dug up a fortnight away from the Games. Enough has been said about the callousness of the Organizing Committee but is just saying enough?
30,000 College Students have been ‘chosen’ to volunteer for the Games, for the sake of the ‘Nation’s pride’ and a rectangular piece of paper. They are expected not to lose hope and make the Games a huge success by participating in them with great enthusiasm and keeping their mouths shut. They are not even being paid for the travel, let alone anything else. And it is dubbed unpatriotic if they talk of backing out now.
But, is it fair to support something that is built up on the foundation of lies, corruption and fraud? By the sheer Law of Nature, such a thing can NOT be a success. If you expect all the desperate mendacious statements of the government to be digested by the people without demur and that too in the name of ‘patriotism’, it would be downright foolishness. Patriotism would be to let the government know they cannot get away with something so blatant and morbid. They cannot loot the Indian Economy and then convince us to let go and cheer for the futile extravaganza. Patriotism would be, as Chetan Bhagat said, ‘to do what the Father of our Nation’ told us to do. Non-cooperation.’
The honour and dignity of the country are already at stake, there is no point belabouring about saving it now. There may not be sense in opposing the Games to some, but it’s for the sake of making a point. Telling the trustfully elected government officials who have backstabbed the millions, inflated the inflation on the pretext of making up for the “paucity in funds” to fund the Commonwealth Games that they cannot rob the common man’s pockets and then expect them to applaud the robbery.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
NSIT- probably anyone would kill to be here. The toppers of Delhi come here, many of them abnegating a seat in the IIT. People look at me in awe when I say I am an NSITian. “I am doing Computer Engineering from NSIT”, as I say these words, the time seems to stop, the birds stop chirping…the cars screech to a halt… a sudden silence descends upon the chatter of people around…and the next words I hear are “Oh wow…NSIT?!!”.
Only I know how ‘wow’ that is. Let’s skip talking about the callous government officials who make it impossible for you to get any ‘official’ work done. Let’s also skip the professors/lecturers who have done their PHDs and long forgotten what they did (or at least it’s so horrific to them, they don’t want to talk about it anymore!) and hardly come to the classes to give lectures. If they do, most of them don’t teach up to the standards one would expect of NSIT faculty. The most capable ones are too cocooned in their own smug achievements and generate a random lecture to pass their time unconcerned about what the students already know and what they do not have to know! Let’s also skip the rickety laboratories with their damaged equipment. Let’s skip all other lack of facilities that make NSIT a sorry place to be. What I am talking about here is the obsolete mind-sets of the majority of undergrads here. I have (sorry to say) found the most derogatory quality of people here in NSIT quite opposite to what I expected. Intellectuals? Hah! Most of them have come here mugging up the methods to do the predictable and repeated questions asked in CEE. I am so badly repenting letting go of that seat I was getting in IIT.
Let me come to the point of writing this whole ‘hate-blog-post’. OK. I get along with guys better. I hate to gossip about the pretty lady dating that bad-but-hot guy, I hate to restrain my laugh unlike ‘good-and-decent’ girls are supposed to, I hate to even try to change my walk and make it more girly I hate to cry in front of others and I hate to get touchy about small matters. I am what I am and I am NOT scared to show the real me unlike so many around me who take the safe shelter of make-believe and white-lies to hide their true selves lest others should reject them. The same goes for my relationships. If I am good friends with someone (a guy), I don’t make funny stories as excuses to go and meet him in private so that people don’t talk about us. If I want to talk to someone, I do, not caring people watching us. I perfectly understand that so many people in my college think I am going around with this guy I hang out with so much. But I am not so foolish that I give up spending quality time with him to shut them up. Their tongues would anyway wag because they love to gossip and nothing can stop them. People I have zero concern with have talked about me and when I come to know this I cannot contain my laughter mixed with pity for their microscopic minds, let alone narrow ones.
I know my friends who have been talked about just because they were seen with a guy around NESCCI. Even if it was for once, the ever ready gossip mongers of NSIT make sure every person in their circle knows what they have seen. They make it Probably since they could not be the guy themselves (or the girl themselves) and the rumour starts with the spark of this envy. Whatever it is, don’t they have better things to do? I just have this to say to those who have ever talked about me and him behind my back:
“Get a life!!”
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Disclaimer: I have only tried to assemble unbiased information about the murder of Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi and his assassin Nathuram Godse. I am not following the latest “trend” of hating Gandhi nor do I reverence Gandhism. I do not support Nathuram Godse's ideology nor do I intend to belittle Gandhi or his theories.
“There was a distracting din in my head. I am here. I did it. I didn’t want the world to think that Gandhi was killed by a madman.
Let the rest go free, I am the One.”
-Nathuram Vinayak Godse
To most, he is a ‘sirphira’ who assassinated the greatest man in the history of
Vinayakrao and his wife had three sons, none of whom survived. They prayed to God, had their fourth son, Nathuram. Nathuram survived because they were destined to suffer for their young son's death and Gandhi was destined to be assassinated.
The British had followed a divide-and-rule policy in
The social reformer and educator, Sir Syed Ahmed Khan, who founded
The partition of
There is a book written by a Pakistani writer named ‘Gandhi and the Partition of India’. The writer Kamran Shahid says “I believe that Gandhi's role as a political force was overlooked by many historians. Had Gandhi sincerely exercised his absolute moral and political authority, which he held about millions of Indians, the Congress and the Hindus,
Not only does a Pakistani writer share the opinion of Godse, even the great Indian freedom fighter Bhagat Singh also grew to detest Gandhism. As a young lad, Bhagat Singh actively took part in the non-cooperation movement and was an admirer of Mahatma Gandhi. He vehemently believed that
Pradeep Dalvi's controversial play ‘Mi Nathuram Godse Boltoy’ was first staged in 1989, when the playwright was denied permission by the
- “I never stole in my childhood, so there was no question of apologizing to my father. I never took a vow of celibacy as I was already practicing celibacy. I was moving around the refugee camps and helping the destitute with food and clothes. But I did not wander half-naked because the refugees were naked. I never spun yarn, never cleaned my toilet, never observed silence till I was hanged. There was only one common factor in Gandhi's life and mine. We were both the cause of each other's death. He wanted to live for his principles and I was prepared to die for my principles.”
- The central government had taken a decision -
will not be given Rs.55 crores. On January 13 Gandhi started a fast unto death that Pakistan must be given the money. On January 13, the central government changed its earlier decision and announced that Pakistan would be given the amount. On January 13, I decided to assassinate Gandhi. Pakistan
- There was no need for a separate nation. Had it been a just demand, Maulana Azad would not have stayed back in
. But because Jinnah insisted and because Gandhi took his side, India was divided, in spite of opposition from the nation, the Cabinet. An individual is never greater than a nation. But Gandhi has dared considering himself greater than the nation. India
- A poor Hindu told Gandhi, 'I am putting down my weapons because I don't want your death on my conscience but I am staying alone with my family in the Muslim area. That night, before leaving
I visited his home. The whole household was screaming, weeping, his only eight-year-old son had been killed by the Muslims. He had no weapon to defend himself. He threw his son's body on my lap and said, "Take his blood to your Mahatma. Tell him, if he goes on fast again, he can finish it by drinking not orange-juice but my son's blood." I could not say anything. Gandhi was the Father of my Nation. For a moment, I was tempted to pull out the Muslims from their homes and chop them down. But I controlled myself. Violence for self-defense is justified; otherwise it is an ill-cultured act. I returned to where Gandhi was staying but he had already left by car. Of course, there would have been no point in meeting him... he would only have prayed for both the killer and the victim. Hyderabad
- His theory of non-violence denies self-defense and self-interest. The non-violence that defines the fight for survival as violence is a theory not of non-violence but of self-destruction.
This assassination was different. It was not planned by a political party or a terrorist group to gain power. It was decided by a sane man who ardently believed that Gandhi’s diplomacy will further chop the country into more
Together, the band swears to honor the killer's last wish: "May my ashes be immersed into the river
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