Let deaths be useful

Funny… the stray dog issue in Bangalore has actually gone global. There are letters to the editors of the newspapers being published everyday, which condemn the culling spree.

Yes, dogs are being killed… and it appears quite cruel… maybe it is cruel too. But what is funny is the way the media reacts to the whole situation. The government hardly has any liberty to decide something… something that might not draw flak from the media. Almost everything…

The recent union budget, which stresses on the importance of rural growth, has been criticized by certain section of the media. When the government initiates something that is city-centric the same media shouts aloud to point out that the government is not bothered about the agri sector. Governments such as Naidu’s in Andhra Pradesh have fallen to such reactions.

Coming back to the dogs… first protestors wanted safety from the strays and now they want the safety of the strays. The solution they provide is sterilization. Well, who gives the money for that? And even if the dogs are sterilized that does not stop them from attacking people.

For once lets get out of our hypocritical attitude and come ahead. Those who really care can adopt one dogs each… rest… does it matter if they are there or not? They could as well die.

Of course I would like to provide the authorities with an option… The dogs could be food for the animal in the zoo rather then dieing a useless death.


Vote for the solution. May death be useful.

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Slapped by fate yet again...but who cares!

Yet again i have found myslef in the dark cold place which i am so accustomed... so used to that now i hardly feel bad...
people come across obstacles in life... i have seen life in fragments... between shit loads of obstacles...
So much that i know there ar ethose slightly lit arreys every now and then... rare lucky time as i term it...
Not being appreciated is after all a very subjective element... you really cant blame the other party... they might not like you despite you putting 120 per cent... that doesn't make you lesser...
basic format of life "HAAR KE BAAD HI JEET HAI" (victory only after defeat) ... and i guess each victory i have recorded have been made just that much sweeter as the obstacles always sneer at me as they think i would never do that...
i get up... stay alone for myslef ..as i like being alone.. call me psycho or whatever.... but i b'live the brain works better while alone rather than in a team...
I am a team worker... not a problem with that... but i work better alone... its fun!
at the end of it... its all subjective and u form you opinion from the point of view that's relevant to you...

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All in two hours

It goes on... a deadly process

woke up... was fine... had breakfast was still fine... swicthed on my computer... decided to watch posiedon... the CDs had been lying around for months now... never seen it... saw it... still fine... decided to listen to songs... found and old CD of Zubin's songs... all fine... and then that song...and nothing seems to be fine anymore... LOVE and MUSIC... they have a strange appeal dont they?

ajiu je nubuju ekuke kar babe asu je roi

(i still dont understand for whom i wait)

janisilu tumi ur nohuwa tothapi tu moi roi

(i knew you would never be mine, but still waiting)..

the song goes on... yes one of my favourites... one of the few assamese songs i have listened to... i dont listen much to them as i dont understand half of it... what a waste... my mother tongue... i cant understand it... i hardly understand any language do i? damn.

i sing along where i can... i know some thing is deep inside is troubled... i hit the wall hard.. my hand still aches. i take a bath... put on other songs to make myself feel better... better?? was i really feling bad?? about what? bloody hell... i dont know...

one more song... this is time its about the state... and i sing along... darn my state... what do i do?

i get ready to go to office... sit at the bus stop... something going inside my brain... dunno what...

my mom had called me yesterday..she told me my young cousin who studies in class ten was comeing back from NY yesterday... there would be a press conference ... of his experience as India's represenatative in the UN .. chosen from thousand of students across the world...

feels good... he will do great..wil make us all proud... already a star..just like our grand father... but he still didnt know that grandfather had died the day he left for NY. He was not told..he would know only when he arrives in India... He must have been tod yesterday..wonder what was his reaction...

while he rose our old star fell.. granpa was no more... my phool koka as i used to call him...

my cousin jaan as we call him would be next torch bearer of the family? between him and grana there has been no one who could do it... i am such a loser... i have no identity... i am so incapable ...hell i guess i am... i cant get myself an identity leave alone providing my family with one...

the bus arrives... i get in... all sad faces... i am tired.. i search for a glad face... NONE

hell this place is so full of dark faces...

I see a hoarding ... it's an ad for a sari company... beautifull woman... theres some inspiration... but for what? what do i do? what do i need to do?

i see people rushing into the bus..for what? everyone is ruching to somewhere? where to? everyone is so busy? for what? quite a lot of energy... for all that materialistic desires...

But am i not following the same path... i decide i would go to college once before i go to office.. get down ...walk to college... my girlfren calls up.. she is not happy that i didnt meet her... she has ben depressed of late... my ex roomie messages me ..he is depressed too ..he could not meet the girl he loves... my mom calls up...she says she gotmissed calls from me..from me?? i never called her.. how? never mind.. i asked her where are we all runnig to.. she says that's life...

i see an old begger at the corner of a road..his hands stretched.. i have seen him at the same spot with the same streched hand for over a year now... never cared to give him any money... same today. A car zooms past me... almost brushes me... there's a C wriiten on the back windsheild...

the car seems to be saying see u agin..i dont knw if it meant it will salute me the next time we meet as i am living being... or will it strike me off to make me a non living thing ... a stone...

but then..i guess i am already a stone... am i?

there's a song playing at full blast as i pass by a meat shop.. duur (far)...

I wonder where i am going ... am i going further from where i want to or is my destination so far that i dont even know where i am headed...

i have a t shirt ... there is something written on it... says " I dont know where i am headed, but I am on my way,"

i start humming a song... the suns back... i reach college ..decide to surf the mail..end up writing this... still dont know what i want to write... but its too late to decide know.. i have to go to office... so i am leaving... sigh!

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The express looses steam half way

Some couple’s on a honeymoon, traveling in a bus… the director Reema Kagti wants to point out quite a few facts through this movie… like age doesn’t bar love and marriage, like letting yourself free… and there is lots of humour through out the journey…

The film starts with the beginning of the journey. The couples: Ranvir shorey and Diya Mirza; Boman Irani and Shabana Azmi; Kay Kay and Raima Sen; Abhay Deol and Minisha Lamba; and Amisha Patel and Karan Khanna; and Sandhya Mridul and Vikram Chatwal. All with separate stories… told in chapters in the film. And done in quite an interesting way. Well, at least till the interval. But then onwards… it’s a drag. The humour isn’t working.
The problem I guess is – like every other great journey from which you don’t like returning – the director film fails to move towards an end. Result: Not a very good film.

Technique-wise, the film is a good one. But you need a good story too. That’s the most important factor of a film after all!

The performances are good. Kay Kay is awesome. Shabana Azmi is splendid and so is Boman Irani. Others chip in with measured stuff.

A bright romantic comedy… and a one-time watch!

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Women and Machine..NAHI!

Well… I had gone to this hutch shop to pay my bill… which suddenly shots up way beyond my credit limit of a mere Rs 750… and today being a Sunday the shop was closed. I was told by the customer support to pay my bill at the billing machine which was much like the ATM… and I must admit, quite user friendly.
I went up to that thing and saw that a girl was inside trying to, what seemed to me, pay her bill.
Well after 15 minutes of struggle the helper walks in to ask if she needs any help. She said yes, as she had not been able to figure out how to use the machine. The helper asked her to punch in her phone number. She looked puzzled but she did punch in a number and then she was asked to punch in the amount. She punched in 5000. I was quite amazed, wondering what scheme gave her a credit limit of 5000 + which is huge compared to my minimalist 750!
She pressed accept after that. And they machine showed the number was not a valid hutch post paid number. We wondered what might have gone wrong with the machine. Then suddenly something struck the helper. He asked her what her bill amount is. She looked puzzled again and finally as gave questioned back why the hell was the ATM asking for her phone number… SHE APPERANTLY THOUGHT THAT THIS IS AN ATM FROM HUTCH BANK… and she wanted to withdraw money rather than deposit..
LORD…!!!
That answered my question of what scheme she had opted for, for a Rs 5000 credit…she had a pre paid card. I thank god for that. Had she been a post paid user, like ATMs she might have jammed hutch bill counters as well..

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