Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Low key or no New Year Celebrations.

Mumbai Police has issued diktats that the new year celebrations have to be wound up by 12.30 am. No boat parties, and if there are parties, then they revelers will be allowed to return back only broad daylight. Couples caught by Mumbai Police will be "seperated" by the Mumbai Police. Though how they will be "seperated" is not clear. Similarly, parties in Dubai have suffered a setback with Sheikh Mohammad announcing that people should support Palestine. Many people who were expecting to make money during the recession by hosting parties, will now suffer another setback. At the most the sales which will pick up are of alcohol which will flow in private parties. One more advantage will be of less number of drunken driving's and accidents in Mumbai for sure. And ofcourse, the shameful incidence of J W Marriott, at Juhu last year. People having such ideas on spur of a moment will hopefully be wary of enacting it again.

Regarding Dubai, there is more to be seen in this, it is more or less a very open support for Palestine and a signal to Israel, that someone is against them.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Merry Christmas

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I had the opportunity to visit IC colony at Borivali, Mumbai, during Christmas. This picture was clicked over there. It has been dedicated in the memory of Martyrs of 26th November, Mumbai attacks.

What stuck me most about IC colony is the way it was decorated for Christmas. For Diwali, mostly I have seen, individual houses lit up and decorated. Here entire buildings, parking lots, roads, crossroads, everything was lit up and decorated. Most of the shops had people standing in red caps. The entire mood was so festive, it was amazing the zeal with which Christmas is celebrated there. There were no fireworks, but then there were people over there, in large groups enjoying the celebrations.

I am looking forward to visiting it again next year. It really got me in a festive mood.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Disaster ready?

Mumbai has had its shares of disasters. The biggest it has had was the 26th July rains, because of which it was thrown out of gear for almost a week. It was totally cut off from the rest of the country, as all roads in and out were flooded with water. It has lately faced a terror attack.

Everytime, we come out of it, and a new disaster management cell is formed. We hear about the cell being prepared to tackle such events. But are we really ready for disasters other than flooding or terror attacks such as those faced in the past. Every time is not the same. Disasters are very rarely similar. And unfortunately, we shall again hear, that we were not prepared for such type of disaster.

The preparedness might be good for a flood like situation or a terror attack like we faced, but will it be good in other circumstances. Why can the people managing such cells, think differently? Why can they get their heads together and say, ok we are prepared for floods, now lets be prepared for storms, or for any other goddamn natural calamity. Why cant they say, we are prepared for 26/11 type terror attacks, why cant they say, we are ready for several other type of terror attacks?

Why cant we think of the future, and be prepared for it. Why do we have to wait for tomorrow to show us our unpreparedness. Every time we have to face a disaster to then start preparing to avoid it the next time. Why do we have to face trouble the next time? Lets be ready for the next time, which is unavoidable, but for which we can be prepared to face in a better way.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

The Tales of the Beetle the Bard

I just completed the book. Just 5 stories. Most of the Rowling fans, have already read the Tale of the Three Brothers. What I found about the book was the the stories are small, simple but mind blowingly effective. The normal "Moral of the story" part has been done away, with Dumbledores(Rowlings) notes. In the modern day and age, where fairy tales and bed time stories are repeated over and over again, I found this fresh and worth reading. But frankly I was yearning for more. The stories, in normal font wont even last for 5 pages. So you have a short story, easily readable to the kids for bed time. Way to go Rowling.

Friday, December 19, 2008

When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms

 SINGLE, MARRIED, or PLANNING TO GET MARRIED? Gotta read this... Very Touching & Inspiring...When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms
On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene ten years ago.
The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.
Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
Dew came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.
Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.
Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn’t help doing so.
I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind a l though it used to be something impossible to me.
However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.
Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.
One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.
Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the tab l e. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.
She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.
She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal l room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. >From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.
I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically.
I to l d Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loud l y and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is ho l ding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. >From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.
On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate coup l e and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.
On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this.
I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.
Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will ho l d me in your arms until we are old.
I he l d her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.
She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to ho l d her until I am o l d. So I have to say sorry to you.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.
When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Inaction by our Government

It is really frustrating, how after every terror attack, we do nothing, except introducing new laws. Personally I want India to go on war with Pakistan. I agree it is a very complicated issue. War is not easy for countries and its population.

But the best thing I heard or rather read while chatting with my brother-in-law is that war is not the solution. He said, if a thief enters our house, what do we do. If we are able to catch him, we give him a fitting reply. Everybody has got his own idea of fitting reply. Beat the thief black and blue yourself or see to it that he is handed over to the police. This we do to send a message to others in line. If you are caught, this will be your condition also.

Similarly, instead of going on war, we should deal very sharply with the caught terrorist. We should give them such a punishment that others would be afraid to do the same mistake. Might sound easy. But aren't we dealing with hardcore terrorists. So the punishment should also be equally harsh.

Our police was "afraid" of taking Qasab to the court, "fearing" that he might be attacked on the way. They were not fearing his escape. They were fearing his death. Are we so soft hearted that we are "afraid" of a terrorist dying. Are we so afraid, that our judicial system had to lift its butt out of the chair and go and meet the terrorist in jail.

We shouldn't be the one who should be afraid. We should create a fear psychosis in the mind of such people, see some is out there to lynch you, to kill you. Some one, maybe even your own friends, would love to see you dead. We Indians, as it is want to see you dead, so your safety is of least importance to us.

But unfortunately, he is our priced catch, we have to present him to US and UK, but not to the Indians, who have suffered mentally, that this attack by him, could have been right next to us. We Indians had lost our sleep, glued to the Television in the night of the attack. For US and UK it was a bright Thanksgiving Day. Their Governments went into action. Their federal agencies were quick to come and interrogate Mr. Qasab. Who knows, if they wanted to know about the Mumbai attack, or if Qasab knows about any future attacks in their territory. But what has our Government done, except to change the Chief Minister, Home Minister? What happened to the ultimatum given to Pakistan or has our IST(INDIAN STANDARD TIME) being brought into effect. The ultimatum might not be over by the next attack also. And it will be only because of Government inaction.

But I do agree with my brother-in-law, if a stranger attacks our house, we should be ready to guard it first, we should teach him a lesson. Maybe the next time, if we are lucky enough, we should get hold of these terrorists and teach them what this country means to us.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Politics of Arms

One of the highest incomes of the Great US comes from its Arms factories. Many a great leaders like Kennedy , Lincoln have supposedly lost their lives over this.

At a time , when tensions between two countries are high, and almost on the brink of war, some manufacturers might already be rubbing their hands in glee.

It is surprising, that two great countries, like the US and UK have got only words for the Indians, who are sufferers due to the terrorism, and on the other hand, they are funding Pakistan with terror combat aids worth millions of dollars. It is surprising, that the people of Pakistan, US and UK are turning a blind eye towards this. This money, part of which will be pocketed by the politicians, the balance will be routed back to these countries, to buy arms and ammunition. By "combating terrorism", what exactly can one mean while giving the fund. This money is not going to be used by Pakistani's to educated their people, nor is it going to be used to eradicate poverty. When it comes to "combating terrorism", it will mean purchase and upgradation of its stock of weapons. And for US and UK, they get back their money, their stocks are exhausted, and they get to play BIG BROTHER. So ultimately they lose nothing, and gain a lot. After all, can a country in Recession, give away millions of dollars in funding, without batting an eyelid.

US has always supported such countries, and then, when the juice has been drained from them, when they know that now, these countries are totally bankrupt, they attack these very countries by saying that they are world enemies. They have a heavy artillery of weaponery...weapons of mass destruction....etc etc. The examples have been there for all to see. Iraq and Afganistan, Vietnam in their backyard....

Now they have trained their eyes on Iran. Wasn't the attack on Iran, by Iraq, the reason America landed over there to fight. At that time, Iran was their ally. Now it is its enemy.

Today Pakistan is its friend, tomorrow it will be its enemy.

Then to counter Pakistan, India will be its friend. It is to be seen, if we fall for this Politics of Arms.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Really great !!! Hats off to India !!!!

 

An Olympic shooter wins Gold (for just a game) & Government gives him 3 Crores

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Another Shooter dies, fighting with terrorists (Saving our country and our lives) & government pays his family 5 lakhs....
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Really great !!! Hats off to India and its values !!!!

Friday, December 12, 2008

Two Choices

This was an email forwarded to me......and was touched by it.....

Two  Choices
What would you do? ....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch
line, there  isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have
made the same  choice?
At a  fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with
learning  disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a
speech that  would never be forgotten by all who attended. After
extolling the school  and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question:
'When not interfered  with by outside influences, everything nature
does, is done with  perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do.  He cannot
understand things as other children do.
Where  is the natural order of things in my son?'
The  audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe  that when a child like Shay, who was
mentally and physically disabled  comes into the world, an opportunity
to realize true human nature presents  itself, and it comes in the way
other people treat that child.'
Then he  told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where  some boys Shay knew were
playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think  they'll let me play?' I
knew that most of the boys would not want someone  like Shay on their
team, but as a father I also understood that if  my son were allowed
to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of  belonging and some
confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his  handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not  expecting
much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and
said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning.
I  guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in
the  ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a  broad smile, put
on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye  and warmth in
my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being  accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few  runs but
was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning,  Shay put on a glove and played in the
right field. Even though no hits  came his way, he was obviously
ecstatic just to be in the game and on the  field, grinning from ear
to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In  the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two  outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run
was on base and Shay  was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay  bat and give away their chance to
win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was  given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was
all but impossible because  Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat
properly, much less connect with  the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the
plate, the pitcher,  recognizing that the other team was putting
winning aside for this moment  in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to
lob the ball in softly so Shay  could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung  clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss  the ball softly
towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the  ball and hit a slow ground
ball right back to the pitcher.
The game  would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could  have easily thrown
the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been  out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the  pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's
head, out of reach  of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started  yelling, 'Shay, run to
first!
Run to first!'
Never in his life had  Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down  the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to  second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards  second, gleaming and
struggling to make it to the base.
B y the time  Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had
the ball . the  smallest guy on their team who now had his first
chance to be the hero for  his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the  tag, but
he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally
threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran  toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him
circled the  bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the  Way Shay'
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop  ran to help
him by turning him in the direction of third base, and  shouted, 'Run
to third!
Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded  third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators,
were on their feet  screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the  plate, and was cheered as the hero
who hit the grand slam and won the game  for his team
'That day', said the father softly with tears now  rolling down his
face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of  true love and
humanity into this world'.
Shay didn't make it to  another summer. He died that winter, having
never forgotten being the hero  and making me so happy, and coming
home and seeing his Mother tearfully  embrace her little hero of the
day!
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO  THIS STORY:
We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a  second
thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices,
people hesitate.
The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely  through cyberspace,
but public discussion about decency is too often  suppressed in our
schools and workplaces.
If  you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that
you're  probably sorting out the people in your address book who
aren't the  'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well,
the person who  sent you this believes that we all can make a
difference.
We  all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help
realize the  'natural order of things.'
So many seemingly trivial interactions  between two people present us
with a choice:
Do we pass along a little  spark of love and humanity or do we pass up
those opportunities and leave  the world a little bit colder in the
process?
A wise man once said  every society is judged by how it treats it's
least fortunate amongst  them.
You now have two choices:
1. Delete
2.  Forward
May your day, be a Shay Day.

Salaam Jawans !!

What a shame and disgrace to every citizen of India that the elite NSG Force was transported into ordinary BEST buses, whereas our cricketers are transported into state of the art luxury buses, these Jawans lay down their lives to protect every Indian and these cricketers get paid even if they lose a match, we worship these cricketers and forget the martyrdom of these brave Jawans.
The Jawans should be paid the salaries of the cricketers and the cricketers should be paid the salaries of the Jawans.

  • An ace shooter shoots and gets gold medal, govt gives 3cr, another shooter dies while shooting terrorist, govt gives 5 lakh. WHO DESERVES MORE? Huh.. This is our India....

Really great!!!!!!!!!!! Hats off to India!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Missing Harry Potter

For years together, I was always looking forward for the next release of eighter the book or the movie. Now that the story has ended, frankly it has created a void in my life. Currently, I am looking forward for some suggestion for a good book, but none are coming forth.

The delay in the releasing the movie, and subsequent pushing of the release date of The Half Blood Prince to a 2009 release is not going to help much. Infact now that I know the end of the story, am I really looking forward to see the movie? I might see the movie only out of curiosity, but somewhere I fear, that if it is not up to the expectations, than I might skip the last movie, which might take another 2-3 years for release. Wish they had speeded up the production like Lord of the Rings.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

What about Mosche....Mr Qasab

The media is gaga over Qasab missing his mom and his request to write to him. Why are we making an issue over it. Why should he be allowed to do.

Will Mosche get a chance to meet his dead parents, who were killed by Qasabs friends at Nariman house, again. Will he get to meet his Imma(thats what he called his mother) again.

What about others who have lost their relatives, friends......

What we have here is a hardcore terrorist, who didn't even inform the interrogators about one unexploded bomb lying at VT Station.

He shouldn't be allowed to write at all. Once his interrogation is over, he should be hanged. There should be no two thoughts about it.

 

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

**EVEN GOD HAS GOOD SENSE OF HUMOUR ............ ....!!!**


God was in the process of creating the universe.

And he was explaining to his subordinates

"Look everything should be in balance.

For example, after every 10 deer there should be a lion.

Look here my fellow angels; here is the country of the United States.

I have blessed them with prosperity and money.

But at the same time I have given them insecurity and tension....

And here is Africa.

I have given them beautiful nature.

But at the same time, I have given them climatic extremes.

And here is South America.

I have given them lots of forests.

But at the same time, I have given them lesser land so that they would

have to cut off the forests...

So you see fellows, everything should be in balance.

One of the angels
asked...

"God, what is this extremely beautiful country here?"

God said....... "Ahah...that is the crown piece of all.

" INDIA "

My most precious creation.

It has understanding and friendly People.

Sparkling streams and serene mountains.

A culture which speaks of the great tradition that they live.

Technologically brilliant and with a heart of gold.....

The angel was quite surprised:

"But god you said everything should be in balance."

God replied --

"Look at the neighbors I gave them."

Monday, December 8, 2008

Where is the security?

I came to know about unconfirmed reports of firing at IGI airport at Delhi, before moving out for Domestic Airport in Mumbai. Expecting the security to be still tighter, I decided to move out 30 mins earlier than my planned time. Nobody from the security even bothered to see inside my rickshaw. At the Airport terminal gate, we were made to show our tickets and our ID cards. The tickets and and ID cards were just given a glance, I dont even think they saw the date of travel or if indeed the tickets were valid. We were again made to show our Id cards while obtaining our boarding passes. From there we proceeded for security check.

I feel, the security is totally lax between issue of boarding pass and security check. Because till the security check, our bags were not checked at all. Anybody who wants to wreak mayhem will be quite content to do so over here, with hundred of people waiting in queues for their boarding passes.

The authorities need to do something about this ASAP.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Looking forward to my trip to Kolkatta....

Though I have visited Kolkatta twice before, the trip has been always limited to pure business. Once I stepped out of the Airport, it was directly to my principle suppliers factory and evening it was back to the airport.

This time though, since I am there for two days, I want to make it a point to travel on The Metro, travel on Tram and see the Howrah Bridge. I am also looking forward to see the worlds largest Banyan tree, spread over 5 acres, as per the information given to me.

In the next two days, I will know if the elusive sights will be available to me or not.

In the name of father, son and RGV

So our Chief Minister Mr. Vilasrao Deskhmukh has been shown the door. More than anything, he faced maximum embarrassment for taking along his son and RGV to TAJ.

On a day when most of Mumbaikars were glued to TV for more than 24 hours, a Son, by the name of Ritesh Deshmukh, who, because of his profession,  is more well known nationally than his father, is also at home seeing the action. Which son would let go of an opportunity provided because of his fathers seat to actually go and see the real scene of action. He might have jumped at the very first opportunity on coming to know of his fathers visit to TAJ. RGV for reasons best known to the son and himself is present also wouldn't want to miss the chance to visit TAJ. It is human nature after all.

Vilasrao Deskhmukh's other sons were also present in the entourage. But they being lesser known faces have been spared the brickbats. Had Ritesh Deshmukh not been an actor, would there would have been so much hue and cry. Had Ritesh Deshmukh not been an actor, would RGV had been in the entourage.

Both are just paying the penalty of being famous.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Would it have been different if I would have interfered...

This is one question which I always ask when things go wrong, and knowing it very well that I knew that this is going to happen. I know I can still set it right, but will the person in front of me allow me to set it right. I know, he wont, and I know, a few months down the line, I will again be ruing the fact, that what I have thought today, would have prevent the problem again.

I regret not being given a chance to say, I tried. Because, failing after trying and failing without trying is different. Not that I will fail, no, but still the regret of not being able to do anything will always be there.

I am sick of this overdose....

First there is no strict action from the Government, next the TV and media people are going overboard with their analysis for the terror attack on Mumbai. Frankly, I am getting sick of this. Yesterday, while tuning into FM channels on the radio, I almost felt like tearing my hair. I heard atleast 2 different FM channels with their own signature tune song about the terror. There was absolutely no rhyme to it, the music tones were hopeless and to add more to the woes they even had incorporated their own channel names to the songs.

We are losing hope with this more overkill. Please stop it now.

What next......?

Interesting and shocking observation...Are the dates pre-planned or mere coincidence
13 May -------- JAIPUR
June            -------------------
26 July ------------ AHMEDABAD
August ---------------------------
13 September ------------ DELHI
October -------------------------
26 November --------------- MUMBAI
December ----------------------------
13 January ----------------- What Next?

These are the dates on which terror has struck India in different cities.

Though personally I would peg the date to around 26th of January as it also coincides with our Republic Day. I just pray nothing of this sort happens and that the above dates are pure coincidences and not methodical plans.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Wish this turns out to be true....

Nobody.........not a single politician has the guts to say, lets go and fight a war with our neighbouring country. Every time we just say we have proof against them and do nothing except shutting down trade and transportation. after a few months it business as usual.

Sometimes I really wish that our Navy, Army and Airforce people should say, we have only one lifetime, and have seen enough, now we want to end this in our lifetime and go on a war. it is better to die a Heroes death, than to die daily by seeing such attacks.

I really wish they give a befitting slap on the politicians face by telling them .... We are tired of you....your corrupt practices, your substandard and obsolete arms and ammunition.

i really wish this comes true.......