Bigger and bigger the world grows, more sentiments come to our life and more expectations get covered up with solid assumptions. Our societies make us believe certain paradigms irrespective of their true existence. I was always under such beliefs and so did the crores of people in and around India. Considering the true reality check has never flown for the thoughts beyond our beliefs. I’m thinking about the word terrorism and the only thing that comes to my mind now is human, and no religion associated with the bad humans. Our society had believed it to be the work of Muslims on the name of Jihad, but perhaps that is just an assumption based on the incidents, which involve the anti humans from that community. Now I see India been more fragile against Naxalites and Maoists who are not Muslims but just another anti humans. The most sensitive issue of last century is not yet boiled down but still creeping like the bamboo trees. Terrorism doesn’t belong to any religion and any belief, has been the pinpoint of peace loving people. If terrorism belongs to Islam against other religions then why do we get news of bomb blasts in Pakistan almost everyday, or why the Maoists brutally cut the throats of policemen who don’t work for any religion but for the safety of humans?
Terrorism for decades has been the most horror face of humans in centuries, which doesn’t recognize the men, women, and children, then how can it recognize the religion? Why should the people of Muslim community be treated as terrorists if some bad people from such communities act violently? It’ll be similar to treat every Indian male as a rapist when German and Russian girls are raped in India. Every Indian should be treated as corrupt if World forum recognizes the Satyam’s huge fraud. Every Hindu should have been treated another terrorist when some violent people burn the churches.This message had to be given to the world community and more importantly to the sensitive Indians. MNIK has done a great job by putting this issue before the people of this world. It was never about liking or disliking the movie for entertainment, but more important to give a strong message to the people who may or may not like the idea but at least listen to it.
Humanity is just above all religions. MNIK gives a great message this world needs. Thumbs up to the recent change in movie trends with movies like RDB, TZP, 3 idiots and now MNIK.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tharoor, his tweets and the four walls
Shashi tharoor is always found in controversies with his tweets and this time again he comes up to revolt within his own ministry. To remark the new guidelines set up by Home ministry in order to make visa norms strict, While tweeting, Tharoor had wondered whether tightening of the visa norms for foreign nationals made any sense at all and if it would actually "protect" security. Contending that "26/11 killers had no visas", the Minister of State for External Affairs had asked whether India
would allow terrorists to make it a "less welcoming" destination.
Tharoor had come on fame with his cattleclass remarks on twitter with an agitation after flying economy class. This had completely shaken up the aam aadmi policy of Congress and Tharoor had to explain his thoughts and later apologize. Was Tharoor really guilty to express his own thoughts before the internet connected world? Had it been great to mention the common man of India as God and then tear out 4000 crore Rs to make the people of India feel cattle class? Had he done a great task by delivering a hate speech and started riots among communities?
Indian officials have never been able to restrict Raj Thackery from beating up the poor taxi drivers in Mumbai, they have never been able to catch up a culprit like Headley, They have been saving a DGP and DIG who are alleged of rape for years, they have been unable to cope up with the terrorist activities but yes they have been really successful in threatening Tharoor against his tweets. They will be happy if the issues related to the governance can be discussed within the four walls of ministry and then applied to the common men of India. Tharoor is just making the democracy accessible and that too before the people who can think and analyze situations instead of just voting and cursing the ministers.
I believe this tweet controvery will go on for longer times and Tharoor will keep tweeting and making us more approachable to the bureaucrats. I hope it doesn’t flash out its darkness before us and enlighten the four walls of Indian governance.
would allow terrorists to make it a "less welcoming" destination.
Tharoor had come on fame with his cattleclass remarks on twitter with an agitation after flying economy class. This had completely shaken up the aam aadmi policy of Congress and Tharoor had to explain his thoughts and later apologize. Was Tharoor really guilty to express his own thoughts before the internet connected world? Had it been great to mention the common man of India as God and then tear out 4000 crore Rs to make the people of India feel cattle class? Had he done a great task by delivering a hate speech and started riots among communities?
Indian officials have never been able to restrict Raj Thackery from beating up the poor taxi drivers in Mumbai, they have never been able to catch up a culprit like Headley, They have been saving a DGP and DIG who are alleged of rape for years, they have been unable to cope up with the terrorist activities but yes they have been really successful in threatening Tharoor against his tweets. They will be happy if the issues related to the governance can be discussed within the four walls of ministry and then applied to the common men of India. Tharoor is just making the democracy accessible and that too before the people who can think and analyze situations instead of just voting and cursing the ministers.
I believe this tweet controvery will go on for longer times and Tharoor will keep tweeting and making us more approachable to the bureaucrats. I hope it doesn’t flash out its darkness before us and enlighten the four walls of Indian governance.
Monday, December 21, 2009
God Does Exist
In a class of philosophy, the atheist teacher was discussing non existence of GOD. One of the students started arguing about it and tried to depict some points. He explained the absence of heat as cold, existence of brightness as darkness and finally the absence of Evil as the presence as God. This so called genius was Einstein (some people say Neil Bore or some APJ kalam but idea is important) and his idea about Gods’s existence was phenomenal.
I too believe in God for several reasons and just another reason for His existence was given again but this time not so well known scientist. There was an American scientist who was very keen to find the existence of God. He spent so many years in America and European countries but couldn’t find the sign of God anywhere. Then he came to know about the craze for God in India. He came to India, stayed here for 3 months and went back to USA. He just went to the church and started praying to God. People were sure that he must have met with God or found His existence. Now he explained “During my stay in India, I found it to be a very strange country. There is not even a single language that this whole country can understand or speak. There people hate each other. Rich people hate poor people. Hindus hate Muslims and Muslims hate Hindus. Upper class people hate lower class people. Even the car owners hate auto wallas. There is so much hate in that country but the country still exists and moreover it’s developing fast. So I believe it’s only God who is running this country and therefore I start believing in God”. I am again thrilled with the explanations these great scientists find out to prove the theories but now I too strongly believe in the existence of God and I am very confident to say that God does exist!!!!
I too believe in God for several reasons and just another reason for His existence was given again but this time not so well known scientist. There was an American scientist who was very keen to find the existence of God. He spent so many years in America and European countries but couldn’t find the sign of God anywhere. Then he came to know about the craze for God in India. He came to India, stayed here for 3 months and went back to USA. He just went to the church and started praying to God. People were sure that he must have met with God or found His existence. Now he explained “During my stay in India, I found it to be a very strange country. There is not even a single language that this whole country can understand or speak. There people hate each other. Rich people hate poor people. Hindus hate Muslims and Muslims hate Hindus. Upper class people hate lower class people. Even the car owners hate auto wallas. There is so much hate in that country but the country still exists and moreover it’s developing fast. So I believe it’s only God who is running this country and therefore I start believing in God”. I am again thrilled with the explanations these great scientists find out to prove the theories but now I too strongly believe in the existence of God and I am very confident to say that God does exist!!!!
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Eat less, Talk more - Potatoes 29 Rs and Mobile charges 29 Paise
Traveling through a jam packed road to my office today in the morning, FM in my cab was playing Masakkali-Matakkali song. I was just in a mood to swing along with the momentum of this Rehman mania that goes all through Delhi-6 to Slumdog Millionaire. But always the FM channels need sponsors to entertain us when we look out from our windows and wait to get the traffic signal go green. It was the time for Uninor who claim it to be their number now (Ab mera number hai!!!!) with perhaps the cheapest mobile call rates in India with just 29 paise per minute. WOW!!!! What an amazing idea it’s…just 29 paise. I felt as if the cost of living is going down every day with such schemes. But suddenly I remembered the incident that happened yesterday with me. To prepare our dinner, we needed some potatoes and I went out to the shopkeeper to get a KG of it. The shock couldn’t be controlled when I had to pay for potatoes. 29 Rs was what I had to pay him for a KG of unboiled potatoes…I was feeling as if the earth stopped revolving around its axis and started moving around mine. Thankfully my signal was green and we could go ahead. But I was in no mood to control thinking about these two incidents.
We are living in a 21st century full of gizmos, computers, online communities and everything we ever dared to even dream. And the same I couldn’t ever dare to dream thinking about the cost of my potatoes. I somehow can manage both with my dinner and calls, but I can’t stop thinking about those who strive to survive starving. Should the poor people of India be allowed only to make calls and chat with their families and friends or they should be allowed to fulfill their stomach needs? We anyways crossed all signals and traffic jams but this question is still jammed in my mind and heart…should India eat less and talk more?
We are living in a 21st century full of gizmos, computers, online communities and everything we ever dared to even dream. And the same I couldn’t ever dare to dream thinking about the cost of my potatoes. I somehow can manage both with my dinner and calls, but I can’t stop thinking about those who strive to survive starving. Should the poor people of India be allowed only to make calls and chat with their families and friends or they should be allowed to fulfill their stomach needs? We anyways crossed all signals and traffic jams but this question is still jammed in my mind and heart…should India eat less and talk more?
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Remembering 26/11
A top cop accuses 3 other top cops of not being on the scene of action on 26/11/08
He then retracts his statements. In the meantime media has gone to town, and 3 cops come under a public shadow. Net result, we waste the time of 3 critical cops, the time of an under-staffed and poorly budgeted department...and distract them from their duty; keeping us safe.
We are busy arguing about faulty bullet proof vests. Isn't the best test to make politicians wear them and start firing at them? :)
A strange photograph in the newspaper showed us a diagram revealing that all terrorist bullets magically missed the vest and entered Karkare's body through the unprotected areas, thus saving the guys who bought the vests. I remembered the magic bullet from JFK...the one that traveled all over kennedy:)
Two 'Force One' commandos....trained to combat terrorism, and engage in urban warfare against them, FAINT during a demonstration to our politicians. I guess they can shock the enemy by fainting on them or in curious formations.
Our S.R.P.F. lie for days on the road. The State Reserve Police Force, the guys who are supposed to protect our STATE, the commercial capital of India, has no place to sleep. Why would these guys give their lives for us? But, they still do.
RR Patil is back, the very minister who was asked to resign after 26/11. His resignation was meaningless, and his coming back is meaningless. He could not have been blamed for the attacks because a state home minister in India is in really no position to fight terrorism. He is just ill-informed and mostly impotent against urban terrorism.
In a hugely expensive trial, we are still entertaining Kasab, the one live terrorist. His trial is now a comic book story in India...kids talk about his theatrics and the drama that surrounds him. We spend millions on keeping the trial going, because we have to SHOW the world we are civilized. Can we wrap this trial up sooner please, it costs us tax money???
Pakistan has disintegrated into chaos, China has started pissing on our feet and the USA plays volley ball with our foreign policy. The only real geo-political consensus is on the arms race and how everyone can make money by creating more and more chaos. India Inc has jumped into the defense business and this will be the next sunrise industry of the region.
Is India safer? Has the underworld been even dented? Has ONE terrorist group been shut down? Is the Indo-Pak issue anywhere closer to being resolved? Somehow the smartest politicians in India can't fix the Kashmir issue for over 60 years. Somebody must be making shit loads of money? Who?
At the central level we are forming ONE MORE intelligence agency...what about strengthening the IB and RAW forces....either you build a homeland security model or you don't...no half-ways work. Can we learn from the USA?
Rahul Gandhi, in a moment of rare moral courage, raised the issue of wastage of police forces/security forces. In India, each politician and his relatives are apparently threatened all the time and need Z level security, if not less. This means that security forces waste precious man-power protecting our rich and fat politicians while they should be protecting us! Needless to say, he was shouted down in parliament, even from within his party:)
In the midst of a farcical year, two brave police wives have been showing us the light....Mrs. karkare and Mrs. Kamte...both have been asking tricky questions regarding the circumstances surrounding the death of their husbands, both of them straight cops with great reputations. Kamte had to get the post-mortem report of her husband through the RTI. Isn't that a shame?
In the last year, we have learnt NOTHING. Our politicians have made merry, making strange sounds with no sense, our media has screamed and whimpered its way through every issue...migrated from activism to passive resignation to empty theatrics. There is no real security anywhere. No public security. The only thing that binds us Indians together is our own local bonds, in families, housing societies, small towns and mohallas. The real Indian lives at a local, small level, untouched by the sound and fury, waiting for the next disaster, scurrying around making money and trying to keep his/her family afloat.
If there is any fight-back, it is at this local level, the only real level....where we fight for our humanity, security and keep hoping for a better tomorrow. True secularism, democracy, local governance and accountability are our tools. The state has failed, the fourth estate has lost its way. Every citizen needs to stand up, right now.
Friday, November 20, 2009
India...The next Asian Power?
Power and influence are not given. They are taken. China knows how to take it,
A few observations on the eve of Prime Minister Dr Manmohan Singh visit to the
No thinking has been ever done in
It was so with the nuclear deal which was offered by then US President George W Bush in July 2005. Manmohan Singh was pleasantly surprised when Bush offered it and then we followed it up.
They remain the same. Any strategic relationship has to be a quid pro quo relationship. Since the
In geopolitical matters, there is no futuristic thinking in
Nobody in India has realised and brought out that for the first time the US, Japan and Australia have a leadership which does not rate highly India's potential as an emerging power. There is less and less talk of Chindia. Even today, many in
Someone once said that power and influence are not given. They are taken.
True but shocking...where the world is going?
It was a cold evening in Delhi. Very very cold. So cold that I was trembling in my short dress. I was with my friends in an open coffee shop of a five star hotel.
It was refreshing especially after having spent four weeks in the house of Bigg Boss. Did I just say four weeks??? Damn! I must visit a psychiatrist to check if there’s any sanity left in me. The evening was perfect except for the freezing whether.
I placed an order for some Italian wine to keep myself warm.
A tall white hunk dressed in a black suit walked up to me. For a moment, I thought he was going to buy me a drink. While I was still imagining, the cool dude, who was now right across the table introduced himself as the General Manager of the hotel, and asked me if all was well.
Before I could respond, he leaned forward and whispered, ‘Shawl’? I nodded with a mischievous smile. With two shawls wrapped up around me and a glass of vintage Italian wine,I was beginning to experience perfect bliss.
The handsome manager excused himself to attend to some regular patrons. My friends, who were non existent to me for a brief while, suddenly seemed lively and amusing entities.
The table looked beautiful with Italian wine, a cheese platter, some stir fried prawns, baby corn and mushrooms. I was giggling, laughing, drinking, eating – all at the same time. Amidst all this, there was something buzzing that caught my attention.
It was my cellphone! The number flashing on the screen of my phone was not known to me. And so, I did the usual, which is to ignore. The caller kept calling. I assumed it would stop sooner or later. But it did not. At this point in time, I was irritated and curious.
I decided to speak to the stranger who was desperately seeking my attention.
The desperate caller said, ‘Hello’.
I was patiently waiting for the caller to go on. She said, she was a journalist and, requested that I speak to her for a few minutes. I did not interrupt her.
She asked me how the experience of being a house inmate of Big Boss was.
I said, ‘Quite painful’.
She asked me to elaborate. I refused to do so as I did not want to revisit memories filled with hurt, pain, remorse and resentment.
I then took a piece of jumbo prawn from the platter which was staring at me for quite sometime. It felt as though it was saying to me, ‘Don’t just stare at me, try me. I’m worth it’. So, I put the jumbo prawn gently into my mouth.
While the prawn was still in my mouth,the journalist popped her next question, ‘Do you apply the human sperm on your face’?
I did not react. I thought I misunderstood her. I said with my mouth wide open, struggling to chew the prawn, ‘Whaaaaaat’?
She repeated her question. It was the same! How could it be the same!! Maybe, I was hearing strange things. Maybe this is what happens when one lives caged in a house away from civilization.
Just then, the prawn in my mouth slipped into my food pipe. I guess I must have swallowed it. My reaction was involuntary. It was truly beyond my control. Seeing me choke, my friends offered me water, wine, any liquid on the table that they could lay their hands on. I gulped my glass of wine, which was half full. I was feeling better now and was getting ready to continue my conversation with the journalist.
I said to her, ‘Ahhh….what do you mean exactly’?
She said that a new research analysis described the human sperm as the new age cure for acne, wrinkle and ageing problems. I was speechless.
I said, ‘Really’?
She said, ‘That’s right’.
I was clueless. Since when did human sperms become the new age cosmetic cream? Aren’t sperms meant for procreation? And, if the girl doesn’t wish to get pregnant and is not on birth control pills, the guy disposes the sperms in a condom, a trash bin, a toilet or any place else. At least, that's what I thought.
The journalist reminded me of the question again, as though, asking it once was not good enough. I panicked. I didn’t know what to say.
The only two options that were clearly visible to me were – ‘Yes, the research analysis is absolutely right. I have known this for quite sometime. I had severe acne during my teenage years. And I used my ex-boyfriend’s sperms. It worked! Trust me on that’ or, ‘ARE YOU CRAZY?????????’.
I could feel my heart beat faster. I was never, in my whole 25 years on Planet Earth ever asked a question as frightening as this. My hands reached into my handbag to look for some anti-anxiety pills which I seldom carry. There were none. I had to overcome this fear. Fear of what people think.
I said to her in a calm tone, ‘Are you kidding dear’?
Her answer was no. She asked me to be honest.
Honest?????? Didn’t she know honesty was not a virtue any more. Definitely not with something concerning human sperms!
I wanted to hang up on her right away. I had not planned on spending my evening thinking about sperms. That was certainly not why I visited my friends in Delhi.
I realized that I had to give an answer. Dumb, stupid, bold, intriguing, idiotic… … any kind that seemed like an answer. I started composing my thoughts to give an articulate response.
Behold, the words came out, ‘If human sperms are indeed better than any anti-wrinkle and anti-ageing creams or even better than botox, I shall use them; maybe not now, but surely after I cross 40. I hope I have a man in my life then with a healthy sperm count. It’s a great money saving scheme. Thank you’.
The journalist seemed quite pleased with the quote. She wished me good night without bothering me anymore. I was relieved.
I felt like a soldier returning victorious from the battle field. What a victory!! My friends waved at me from the buffet counter not knowing what the human sperms did to me during those fifteen minutes.
-Sherlyn Chopra
It was refreshing especially after having spent four weeks in the house of Bigg Boss. Did I just say four weeks??? Damn! I must visit a psychiatrist to check if there’s any sanity left in me. The evening was perfect except for the freezing whether.
I placed an order for some Italian wine to keep myself warm.
A tall white hunk dressed in a black suit walked up to me. For a moment, I thought he was going to buy me a drink. While I was still imagining, the cool dude, who was now right across the table introduced himself as the General Manager of the hotel, and asked me if all was well.
Before I could respond, he leaned forward and whispered, ‘Shawl’? I nodded with a mischievous smile. With two shawls wrapped up around me and a glass of vintage Italian wine,I was beginning to experience perfect bliss.
The handsome manager excused himself to attend to some regular patrons. My friends, who were non existent to me for a brief while, suddenly seemed lively and amusing entities.
The table looked beautiful with Italian wine, a cheese platter, some stir fried prawns, baby corn and mushrooms. I was giggling, laughing, drinking, eating – all at the same time. Amidst all this, there was something buzzing that caught my attention.
It was my cellphone! The number flashing on the screen of my phone was not known to me. And so, I did the usual, which is to ignore. The caller kept calling. I assumed it would stop sooner or later. But it did not. At this point in time, I was irritated and curious.
I decided to speak to the stranger who was desperately seeking my attention.
The desperate caller said, ‘Hello’.
I was patiently waiting for the caller to go on. She said, she was a journalist and, requested that I speak to her for a few minutes. I did not interrupt her.
She asked me how the experience of being a house inmate of Big Boss was.
I said, ‘Quite painful’.
She asked me to elaborate. I refused to do so as I did not want to revisit memories filled with hurt, pain, remorse and resentment.
I then took a piece of jumbo prawn from the platter which was staring at me for quite sometime. It felt as though it was saying to me, ‘Don’t just stare at me, try me. I’m worth it’. So, I put the jumbo prawn gently into my mouth.
While the prawn was still in my mouth,the journalist popped her next question, ‘Do you apply the human sperm on your face’?
I did not react. I thought I misunderstood her. I said with my mouth wide open, struggling to chew the prawn, ‘Whaaaaaat’?
She repeated her question. It was the same! How could it be the same!! Maybe, I was hearing strange things. Maybe this is what happens when one lives caged in a house away from civilization.
Just then, the prawn in my mouth slipped into my food pipe. I guess I must have swallowed it. My reaction was involuntary. It was truly beyond my control. Seeing me choke, my friends offered me water, wine, any liquid on the table that they could lay their hands on. I gulped my glass of wine, which was half full. I was feeling better now and was getting ready to continue my conversation with the journalist.
I said to her, ‘Ahhh….what do you mean exactly’?
She said that a new research analysis described the human sperm as the new age cure for acne, wrinkle and ageing problems. I was speechless.
I said, ‘Really’?
She said, ‘That’s right’.
I was clueless. Since when did human sperms become the new age cosmetic cream? Aren’t sperms meant for procreation? And, if the girl doesn’t wish to get pregnant and is not on birth control pills, the guy disposes the sperms in a condom, a trash bin, a toilet or any place else. At least, that's what I thought.
The journalist reminded me of the question again, as though, asking it once was not good enough. I panicked. I didn’t know what to say.
The only two options that were clearly visible to me were – ‘Yes, the research analysis is absolutely right. I have known this for quite sometime. I had severe acne during my teenage years. And I used my ex-boyfriend’s sperms. It worked! Trust me on that’ or, ‘ARE YOU CRAZY?????????’.
I could feel my heart beat faster. I was never, in my whole 25 years on Planet Earth ever asked a question as frightening as this. My hands reached into my handbag to look for some anti-anxiety pills which I seldom carry. There were none. I had to overcome this fear. Fear of what people think.
I said to her in a calm tone, ‘Are you kidding dear’?
Her answer was no. She asked me to be honest.
Honest?????? Didn’t she know honesty was not a virtue any more. Definitely not with something concerning human sperms!
I wanted to hang up on her right away. I had not planned on spending my evening thinking about sperms. That was certainly not why I visited my friends in Delhi.
I realized that I had to give an answer. Dumb, stupid, bold, intriguing, idiotic… … any kind that seemed like an answer. I started composing my thoughts to give an articulate response.
Behold, the words came out, ‘If human sperms are indeed better than any anti-wrinkle and anti-ageing creams or even better than botox, I shall use them; maybe not now, but surely after I cross 40. I hope I have a man in my life then with a healthy sperm count. It’s a great money saving scheme. Thank you’.
The journalist seemed quite pleased with the quote. She wished me good night without bothering me anymore. I was relieved.
I felt like a soldier returning victorious from the battle field. What a victory!! My friends waved at me from the buffet counter not knowing what the human sperms did to me during those fifteen minutes.
-Sherlyn Chopra
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