Friday, November 28, 2008

Chapter 8 (2+6 november)

Today I would like to drift away from my life and speak about certain happenings in my city back in India. Yes I come from mumbai and I was quite shocked to hear that terrorism has now taken such a new face.Since the last few years , we have heard of serials blasts but this act of terrorism would really make us think. What next? How worse would it get from here ?

I am a humanitarian but I havent reached that stage in life where I can help another human by monetory funds. This does not mean If I would find a group of men trying to hurt someone , I wouldnt jump in to save. But i guess I would do something, hopefully I never come in such a situation.
Getting back to the topic, I would not get into the normal act of getting into blame games of cops ,politicians,a certain nation etc. I am sure there are a million other doing it, but I have certain important observations which I would love to share.

I would like to start off by saying I was shocked to see the pics of the terrorist showed on the news channel. One of then looked like a kid who hasnt even hit puberty. These guys actually had the balls to fight off our NSG for more than 2 days. This just brings a couple of question in mind.
Are these kids being trained from birth to do this ? How are these kids being whitewashed to actually give away their life at such a young age ? what is being said that they really dont care about their life anymore ? I came to think of it as these guys are fearless. Now who are fearless? Those people who do not fear anything in their life. Thats a big training on its own. Once you do not fear your life , you could actually do anything! Just imagine if this training was used for a more productive use than a destructive like this.

I would like to speak few words about Late Major Unnikrishnan.He was a south indian from the bihar regiment who sacrificed his life ,ironically in maharashtra. A state which long time back had anti south slogan and recent anti-bihari,up slogans. I am surprised he wasnt stopped from entering TAJ as he was from the bihari regiment? why did they not throw stones at the NSGs or hit them from being from bihar now ? In a way it speaks that during crisis, we are united, which am glad but then If i was a certain someone, I would be ashamed that a GUY FROM A BIHARI REGIMENT FROM THE SOUTH FOUGHT BRAVELY AND GAVE HIS LIFE FOR MAHARASHTARA. I have nothing against mahrashtra, i am an adopted maharashtrian in a way because i am born and brought up here, but I am glad i do not think that way .But if Major unnikrishnan thought like the certain sect of people in mumbai, he would have been nicely enjoying life back home. It would have been much better as today we mourne the loss of a a great man who gave up his life fighting for his whole team ( wonder how many marathi manoos were in that team ) ,rather he gave his life for INDIA for the greater good. If only I was 10 % as brave and courageous as him and if and only if more mothers produced brave men like him, we would be a much better black. Major Sandeep Unnikrishnan, I salute you and today for the first time in my life i am glad to be having a part of your name sir. May his soul rest in peace and hope his family come through such a time ( i am usually not emotional , but while writing this I feel like crying out aloud).

We lost many other top cops like Mr Hemant Karkare. Its a sad day when you lose 2-3 top cops (non-corrupt). What saddens me is that now the Malegaon case would go to the thrash again and a year from now, nobody would be punished for lifes lost there.What saddens me further is that we lost another honest man.

Now there have been more things troubling me. I heard rumours that foreign nationals were given more preferance than the locals. In a way its shows real good hospitality but when did death become racist ?When you are rescuing, I thought you should rescue the needy and not the colorless or colorful. I am just suprised that this can exist only in a country like India.

The media should be ashamed of themselves for creating certain rumours and worse off showing of the operation and informing about the motive of the military during its operation , helping the terrorists in way. I do agree we need news, I personally would love to hear about the military operation but that does not mean that we give up our secrets ! They nicely covered commandoes taking position on the nariman tower. Clap clap good job guys, you just made them aware of where they would be attacked from. So much for the element of surprise. I was watching IBN online and i saw that the show anchors had made contact with a foreigner trapped in TAJ. During his interview I was shocked when the Anchor went like ,' So bruce any wishes or ( i am sure he tried hard to stop himself say last wishes)'. How de-moralizing is this ? That guy actually makes an effort to call you up and then you say any last wishes ? HAHAHA. So much for morale encouragement. I am truly dissapointed with the media , but thats not new i guess.

I heard interesting comments on facebook such as send the politicians inside to fight the terrorist. Haha, and do what increase the casualty list ?Rather spend the attention of ambulance and firefighters trying to save the needy than the fancy. Rather spend resources trying to flush militants out rather than on protecting the politicians who would go inside fighting. Insane comments.

I guess I would like to talk a lot more, but I would like to end saying that this is not exactly a shock. I would not end saying ENOUGH IS ENOUGH or WE WONT BE RESILIENT NO MORE or POLITICIANS STAY AWAY. We never really picked up from the blasts 2 years ago. what i am hinting on is when we know where all the leads are from, we are still in peace talks with that country. I am absolutely disgusted with the stand. If this happened to USA, would they be like,' hey I am sure they just made a mistake, lets get into peace talk with them?' I am sorry but they do not do that , they invaded 2 different countries and now very few have the balls to stand up against USA.
In a nutshell we have an old saying, one oil stain can dirty the whole water, in this case we know where the OIL BARREL is and something should be done to make sure we dont get stained again. What do we do? if you ask me today I would be like burn the bloody OIL BARREL down but I guess thats not the solution, but a solution has to be created as we do not have many unnikrishnans and karkare to give their life everytime someone tries to stain us.


Monday, November 24, 2008

Chapter 7

Its been almost 2 months here now. I have been thinking, what do i miss the most ? then it struck me.

my mom? i talk to her every second day ( i do miss her of course)

my dogs? i see them every quite often, but i do miss them a lot.

my prospective fiancee? i talk to her on the weekends.(i don't have a girlfriend)

and then it struck me.
My friends! srinivas and srikanth. they do deserve a mention on this blog after all they made me hate blogging after forcing me to read their painful blogs.

One used to write about how much he hated life and one wrote shit anyways. Both were acting like little goth kids frustrated in life then (now its my turn).

But these guys are more than friends. they were like brothers.I miss gaining attention from these guys ( i was just told by a certain someone that I should earn attention and not gain attention) (i am an attention seeking a****** i guess). that's what i miss them the most for.

Back in India we did crazy stuff . we used to go out on car drives(called ROAM) every night and shout crazy stuff randomly at people ( we were quite a menace). we used to make the car shake in a very erotic way, in a silent traffic signal giving wrong notions to passerby and other drivers. Once at a signal , we got out of the car, did tribal dance encircling the car thrice, sat back and then drove off, much to the shock of people around.

The last thing we did was stage a mock kidnap with a known friend ( he is one of my fav too but he doesnt deserve a mention as he doesnt call me up even though he is in USA). It was hilarious and those were days i miss the most.

Those were days, and i have no words to say how much i miss those guys. however these a****** hardly called me up.

All this while, i started befriending this weird girl from Chandigarh. she used to make me say the word 'Punjabi' like 100 times till i stressed on the 'bhi' of Punjabi. And then it happened , she introduced me to one of her friend, a sardar. as soon as i saw him, i saw the srini in him. I knew i found my 'Boston' srini. Now i pretty much hang out with this guy and the weird girl ( i don't find her weird anymore , either i am used to it or weirdness understands weirdness.

there are 3 things srini likes to do:-

throw attitude.


try hitting on girls.

( i would abet him in all these crimes and srikanth was forced into this by us )

Now i am in hunt for the boston srikanth. I recently made an advertisement ,as he has always been my favorite ( sorry srini, reality bites (kidding :P(ill tell u real reality over the phone))), and was ready to put it out on the Internet.

Wanted a short hispanic ( and only we can call him that for his color (i am not a racist)) who likes to sleep at odd hours or every hour, doesn't mind to click photos of himself in weird positions all day long and loves to throw attitude online.

The search is still on.

PS: i still have strictly brotherly platonic love for these guys. Miss you f***faces.

Chapter 6

So now, I started working. I felt like one of those typically middle class guy ( sorry for this usage, but i guess i am a middle class). Rush on time for work, skip food for work. Eventually after week, i got my first pay check.I was all excited, after all it was my first one. The last time i ever earned money was in a college tournament for gaming where i won just a triple figure . but here it was a four figure sum in a week. When i opened it up, I shouted in pain!

why ? my eyes went direct to tax cut. They cut 15 % of taxes from a student. I think i suffered a cardiac arrest for a moment when i saw that. I took out my calculator and start calculating the final figure I would get every month. After some careful subtractions, I saw that i needed to remake my budget again.

That night was tough, the budget list went some thing like this:-

rent - same.

food - cut down on extra unwanted food.


clothes- one underwear a month.

bar- hopefully girls buy me a drink.

girls- ill have to sell myself to make money for this.

extra luxuries - banana a day, on weekends kiwi fruit.

I was shocked to see i was actually living HAND TO HOUSE!

after all this , i saw that i should have a saved a whooping 5$ 55 cents in a month. I calculated, I would be a million-nair in 15 thousand and 15 years exact.


I went into depression the next 3 days. i went late to work. i spent time looking at birds outside flying in freedom, not worrying about money . Now most of you guys would be wondering, don't i get money from my house ? I refuse it. I chose to live this life of paying my own living expense.

I have an old relationship with money. once an astrologer looked at my kundli and called me 'Dhanlakshmi Bank'(prospective girls note this down).But after looking at the probability of being a millionaire , i was like, Thank you uncle!
however someday, u never know .u never know.