>> Boycott : I pledge to myself that hereafter, I will not watch a single movie made by RGV or his rotten Factory.
>> The terrorist who's been caught alive, now says that he wants to die. I want him to be tortured. I pray that he doesn't get the luxury of an instant death. He simply doesn't deserve it. I want him to know what pain is and how it feels to be dying. He should be tortured severely. Inshallah. He's been 'confessing' a lot of things... but I hope we don't rely too much on his statements. They're trained to mislead investigators, I read. After all, he's a terrorist.
>> Nauseatingly disgusting : Vilasrao Deshmukh, utter shame on him. I watched that shocking press-conference in which he re-iterated with his inflated ego that he 'offered' resignation. Badi meherbaani. And on top of that, he had the guts to say that the media should be grateful to him because he provided them with some unedited tapes and helped them enjoy high TRPs! Again, badi meherbaani. And then was laughing and trying to act funny, that too in front of the entire media, in a visibly futile attempt to be seen as taking things casually? You don't have to try, Mr. You've proved your chalta-hai attitude many times before. I'll remind you if you want. Just this morning, you took along your actor-son and a certain RGV to the Taj for a terror-tour?? And that, because your son wanted to see the devastation and the director just 'happened to be there' ? Infact, the Intelligence Bureau had warned the government months before, of a possible terror-attack but you were busy warming your seat. Remember 26th July? Anyway, now that you've done so much for us, do us one more favour. Do not show your face ever again.
>> 'Who let the dogs out' : The Kerala CM had the audacity to say that 'not even a dog' would have visited Mr. Unnikrishnan (father of martyr Major Sandeep). Another moment in the hall of shame. Dog? The entire country is testimony to who the dog is, here. Oops, did I insult dogs? My apologies. Arey kutte toh phir bhi wafaadar hote hain. You dared to speak about a martyr's father like that? You're the cheapest of all. ROT in hell. And now he says he will not even apologise.
These are the real terrorists. Before we address the issue of terrorism, these 'internal terrorists' must be eliminated. Why don't the terrorists bomb these selfish politicians?
Amidst all this, I think about Mr. Ratan Tata. I respect him immensely, for all the glory he's brought to the nation as an entrepreneur.
He was honest enough to admit that they had received prior warning. Infact Mr. Hemant Karkare had specially warned all 5-star hotels a couple of days in advance. And security arrangements were made as in, the main entrance had a metal detector and all other entrances were closed. But the terrorists did not enter from the main entrance. Obviously they wouldn't have. That means it was a security lapse anyway. Somewhere, maybe he could've averted it had there been better security arrangements... somewhere, a lot of things 'could have been' done... It remains to be seen whether we've learnt our lessons this time around.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Terror attacks (part 1) : 'Bomb-ay.'
>> The white coloured walls are studded with bullets. These are the walls of a hospital.
>> The heritage monument of the financial capital of the country is now a gruesome picture of horror. The carpets are bloodied. Even the lifeless walls echo the screams of innocent people who faced terror.
Shocked, initially numb, shuddered with the thought of a possibility that would've wreaked havoc in my life, numbed with shock again, horror, angry, disgusted, frustrated, tearful... these are just some of the emotions I've experienced in the past few days. Now, at the end of it all, I'm left feeling disturbed.
Disgusted :
#1. The area around the Taj had been declared as a curfew area and yet, you saw hordes of people standing there and crowding the place unnecessarily. It really irked me to see some people purposely coming and standing behind a reporter so that their million-dollar faces could come in front of the camera. Some were even stupid enough to smile and wave 'hi'! Huh?!?! If the people of the country are going to have this attitude, then it is not surprising how the dumb politicians have been sitting on our heads for so long.
#2. While the NSG operation was still in progress, Mr. Narendra Modi turned up outside the Trident - Oberoi and gave a speech about how he was unhappy with the 'government'! Hello?? We are combating terrorists here! This is not some silly hide-n-seek game where you can say 'time-please' and give your unwanted speech anytime you want. Here is where Newton's third law of motion worked in full force : 'For each action, there is an equal and opposite reaction'. Wasting no time, Mr. Vilasrao Deshmukh landed up there too! Of course, how would he not... the opposition party representative did it. If he didn't give back, then he might lose votes! First of all, he hardly knew anything about the exact situation. He needed briefing by a police incharge. Then he spoke to the media and went so far as to saying that Mr. Narendra Modi shouldn't have landed up like that! Excuse-me?! And what exactly were you doing there ? Why didn't you sit at home and say this? All bloody blood-sucking leeches. Can see nothing, except for vote-banks. Can do nothing, apart from politics. Could it have stooped lower than this??? Politicizing terrorism? That was a moment of shame for the entire country. Didn't either of them feel any shame at all?? Already there's a grave security problem here and you burden the situation by demanding security for yourself? Do you know what the fear of death is?? Do you have the guts to move about without even a single security guard in a terror-attack situation? Do you need to be told to feel ashamed at your deeds?
#3. As the hostages were freed by the NSG commandos and as they were coming out, they were surrounded by a host of reporters with microphones and cameras. A reporter asked, "Were you scared?" What kind of a question is that? Do you expect an answer to that? Okay, some people were fine enough to talk to the media about it. But that doesn't mean you expect everyone else to do that and literally hound them for bytes. That was absolutely inconsiderate and insensitive. Learn your manners, please.
Also, why was there such an extensive coverage about details of the operation?? They caught the activities of the NSG on tape. For example, at the Nariman house encounter, they videographed the NSG commandos descending from the helicopter, positioning themselves strategically, aiming at the building... Why?? The terrorists were constantly communicating with each other through satellite-phones. Whoever they communicated with, could easily switch-on a news channel and tell them about the positions of the NSG commandos. To the media: Use the cameras you've been given, in a responsible manner.
Finally, I heaved a sigh of relief when the 62-hour long operation ended with the death of 9 terrorists and one terrorist being caught alive. When I saw the picture of the terrorist who's been caught alive, I couldn't help but notice the expression in his face. It was, you know, menacingly maniacal. What must be the chemical composition of the brains of terrorists... Looks like he's born to kill. And obviously, has been completely brainwashed. They aren't human-beings at all. They do not have the right to live.
Oh yes, as my friend Nevin said, where's Raj Thakeray now?? Hiding inside, tail between his legs? Hawa tight, seeti-beeti gul?
The NSG commandos, marine commandos are truly the heroes. They came, they saw, they conquered and they left for their next mission. Modesty personified. They belong to the esteemed class of citizens of our country who 'do their duty'. On the successful completion of the the really difficult operation and when some commandos were seen smiling, a reporter went up to him and told him that this is the first time they're seeing a smile on their faces. And this man replied, " Yes, there's a lot of power in a smile. One should always keep smiling." That really touched my heart and almost instantly, my eyes were filled with tears...
When we saw the news that Mr. Hemant Karkare's wife refused the compensation offered by Mr. Narendra Modi, I swear, my family and I applauded in unison. What strength her mind must be made up of! Who needs your money man? Give his life back if you can. You cannot do anything to compensate for the loss of his life.
Also, I am appalled by the strength of Major Sandeep Unnikrishnan's father. He addressed the media and maintained his composure throughout. He said the words, "...Then I was informed that he died." To say that..., it takes real mental and emotional strength. Later, when the Kerala CM came to visit his residence, surely ready with 'compensation', he was asked to leave. Infact, the father of Major Sandeep slammed the door on the CM. These are real people. I salute these brave people who gave up their lives for the nation and their families. And the employees of the hotels who took the terrorists' bullets, may their souls rest in peace.
(...part 2 follows shortly.)
>> The heritage monument of the financial capital of the country is now a gruesome picture of horror. The carpets are bloodied. Even the lifeless walls echo the screams of innocent people who faced terror.
Shocked, initially numb, shuddered with the thought of a possibility that would've wreaked havoc in my life, numbed with shock again, horror, angry, disgusted, frustrated, tearful... these are just some of the emotions I've experienced in the past few days. Now, at the end of it all, I'm left feeling disturbed.
Disgusted :
#1. The area around the Taj had been declared as a curfew area and yet, you saw hordes of people standing there and crowding the place unnecessarily. It really irked me to see some people purposely coming and standing behind a reporter so that their million-dollar faces could come in front of the camera. Some were even stupid enough to smile and wave 'hi'! Huh?!?! If the people of the country are going to have this attitude, then it is not surprising how the dumb politicians have been sitting on our heads for so long.
#2. While the NSG operation was still in progress, Mr. Narendra Modi turned up outside the Trident - Oberoi and gave a speech about how he was unhappy with the 'government'! Hello?? We are combating terrorists here! This is not some silly hide-n-seek game where you can say 'time-please' and give your unwanted speech anytime you want. Here is where Newton's third law of motion worked in full force : 'For each action, there is an equal and opposite reaction'. Wasting no time, Mr. Vilasrao Deshmukh landed up there too! Of course, how would he not... the opposition party representative did it. If he didn't give back, then he might lose votes! First of all, he hardly knew anything about the exact situation. He needed briefing by a police incharge. Then he spoke to the media and went so far as to saying that Mr. Narendra Modi shouldn't have landed up like that! Excuse-me?! And what exactly were you doing there ? Why didn't you sit at home and say this? All bloody blood-sucking leeches. Can see nothing, except for vote-banks. Can do nothing, apart from politics. Could it have stooped lower than this??? Politicizing terrorism? That was a moment of shame for the entire country. Didn't either of them feel any shame at all?? Already there's a grave security problem here and you burden the situation by demanding security for yourself? Do you know what the fear of death is?? Do you have the guts to move about without even a single security guard in a terror-attack situation? Do you need to be told to feel ashamed at your deeds?
#3. As the hostages were freed by the NSG commandos and as they were coming out, they were surrounded by a host of reporters with microphones and cameras. A reporter asked, "Were you scared?" What kind of a question is that? Do you expect an answer to that? Okay, some people were fine enough to talk to the media about it. But that doesn't mean you expect everyone else to do that and literally hound them for bytes. That was absolutely inconsiderate and insensitive. Learn your manners, please.
Also, why was there such an extensive coverage about details of the operation?? They caught the activities of the NSG on tape. For example, at the Nariman house encounter, they videographed the NSG commandos descending from the helicopter, positioning themselves strategically, aiming at the building... Why?? The terrorists were constantly communicating with each other through satellite-phones. Whoever they communicated with, could easily switch-on a news channel and tell them about the positions of the NSG commandos. To the media: Use the cameras you've been given, in a responsible manner.
Finally, I heaved a sigh of relief when the 62-hour long operation ended with the death of 9 terrorists and one terrorist being caught alive. When I saw the picture of the terrorist who's been caught alive, I couldn't help but notice the expression in his face. It was, you know, menacingly maniacal. What must be the chemical composition of the brains of terrorists... Looks like he's born to kill. And obviously, has been completely brainwashed. They aren't human-beings at all. They do not have the right to live.
Oh yes, as my friend Nevin said, where's Raj Thakeray now?? Hiding inside, tail between his legs? Hawa tight, seeti-beeti gul?
The NSG commandos, marine commandos are truly the heroes. They came, they saw, they conquered and they left for their next mission. Modesty personified. They belong to the esteemed class of citizens of our country who 'do their duty'. On the successful completion of the the really difficult operation and when some commandos were seen smiling, a reporter went up to him and told him that this is the first time they're seeing a smile on their faces. And this man replied, " Yes, there's a lot of power in a smile. One should always keep smiling." That really touched my heart and almost instantly, my eyes were filled with tears...
When we saw the news that Mr. Hemant Karkare's wife refused the compensation offered by Mr. Narendra Modi, I swear, my family and I applauded in unison. What strength her mind must be made up of! Who needs your money man? Give his life back if you can. You cannot do anything to compensate for the loss of his life.
Also, I am appalled by the strength of Major Sandeep Unnikrishnan's father. He addressed the media and maintained his composure throughout. He said the words, "...Then I was informed that he died." To say that..., it takes real mental and emotional strength. Later, when the Kerala CM came to visit his residence, surely ready with 'compensation', he was asked to leave. Infact, the father of Major Sandeep slammed the door on the CM. These are real people. I salute these brave people who gave up their lives for the nation and their families. And the employees of the hotels who took the terrorists' bullets, may their souls rest in peace.
(...part 2 follows shortly.)
Sunday, October 5, 2008
And I am proud of myself.
Saturday. Around 10:20 a.m. Sion railway station.
My friend Roh and I got tickets from the counter and were climbing the bridge to go to the platform. She was walking a little ahead of me. As I climbed the last step, I felt someone touch me from behind, where he shouldn't have. Sensing something odd, instinctively, I turned to look who that was. This man, definitely atleast 45 yrs. old, looks at me, gives a sly triumphant smile as a mark of having derived cheap pleasure, makes a lewd gesture and 'happily' strides away with the spring-in-his-step! For a moment, I just stared at him in disgust. But the look in his eyes, when he made that gesture, had already infuriated me. I was mad at him, wildly furious. I didn't stop to think further and yelled and screamed after him " kya be saale, sharam nahi aati kya? ....... " (now I feel i should use some gaalis in everyday language, just so I get used to saying them and they may flow out of my mouth with ease when required! maybe I'll write on 'the importance of gaalis' sometime.) So, I was fuming with rage and yelling at him. He started walking faster. I immediately turned around and found a policeman standing there, looking at me. I called him, pointed towards the wrong-doer from atop the bridge as 'there, the white shirt and black pants wala' and told him to run and catch him. Mr. policeman ran... and I was catching up... By this time, this @$$^*!& had reached the platform and was already on his way out through the gate. But Mr. policeman turned out to be efficient enough and paced faster and caught him outside and came with him, to where I was standing.
Now! I gave him a piercing look and said, "Bohot masti chadhi thi na tabhi?" and he was like " Maine kya kiya? Aap hi bataaiye maine kya kiya?" I was shaking with anger. I know why he asked that question. saale ko abhi bhi shaayad utri nahi thi. I'm sure he thought that I won't be able to say it, because there were so many people around by then. I said, I know what you did, you know what you did and you also know that what you did was wrong. Then he says, "Woh toh chalte-chalte dhakka lag gaya" to which i retorted "Aur gande ishaare bhi apne-aap hi ban gaye na?" He tried everything he could, to escape. Even asked the policeman that how can he be arrested just because I am saying something, to which, the policeman told him that she says so, you have to come along. I turned and told Mr. policeman that I'm ready to file a complaint against him, so why talk to him anyway? As I was heading forward, it suddenly struck me - how will my parents react to it? They may not approve. I didn't know. Behind me, he was still pleading to be let off. I turned. I said, " Theek hai, maafi maango, abhi." His immediate reaction was as if I'd hurt his male ego. I said, either you apologize publicly, for what you did, or I'm filing a complaint. The next moment, he folded his hands and said "Sorry madam". I watched his ego crumble into a thousand pieces. And he apologized twice, thrice, five times over. I motioned to Mr. policeman and he let him go. I thanked Mr. policeman; first, for being there at the right moment and second, for doing what he did.
As I walked upstairs, to the bridge, I saw all the people there staring at me. I was still hot-headed. There was anger in my eyes. Roh was standing there, clueless, waiting for me. I then told her everything. We got into the train. My face was so hot! A thermometer would've burst with the heat due to my anger! It was only after an hour or so, that my anger-level lowered a bit. At the end of the day, I felt drained. Naturally so.
But then, there was also this satisfaction inside me. He would've done that to many other women before and they must not have reacted this way, which is why, he did it to me. I can't say whether he will or will not repeat this with someone else, but atleast, I can be sure that he will think twice. And he'll probably never forget me. Moreover, from the crowd of more than a hundred people there who witnessed the incident, the men saw. And the women saw. I don't know whether having seen this will change their attitude. However, I sincerely hope that it does.
Next, I will talk to my mom about it and get to know as to how she'd react if I file a police complaint against someone. Also, I'd like to read the law a bit and know what comes under sexual harassment, what action can be taken, etc.
For now, I feel like a superstar - confident about my confidence.
My friend Roh and I got tickets from the counter and were climbing the bridge to go to the platform. She was walking a little ahead of me. As I climbed the last step, I felt someone touch me from behind, where he shouldn't have. Sensing something odd, instinctively, I turned to look who that was. This man, definitely atleast 45 yrs. old, looks at me, gives a sly triumphant smile as a mark of having derived cheap pleasure, makes a lewd gesture and 'happily' strides away with the spring-in-his-step! For a moment, I just stared at him in disgust. But the look in his eyes, when he made that gesture, had already infuriated me. I was mad at him, wildly furious. I didn't stop to think further and yelled and screamed after him " kya be saale, sharam nahi aati kya? ....... " (now I feel i should use some gaalis in everyday language, just so I get used to saying them and they may flow out of my mouth with ease when required! maybe I'll write on 'the importance of gaalis' sometime.) So, I was fuming with rage and yelling at him. He started walking faster. I immediately turned around and found a policeman standing there, looking at me. I called him, pointed towards the wrong-doer from atop the bridge as 'there, the white shirt and black pants wala' and told him to run and catch him. Mr. policeman ran... and I was catching up... By this time, this @$$^*!& had reached the platform and was already on his way out through the gate. But Mr. policeman turned out to be efficient enough and paced faster and caught him outside and came with him, to where I was standing.
Now! I gave him a piercing look and said, "Bohot masti chadhi thi na tabhi?" and he was like " Maine kya kiya? Aap hi bataaiye maine kya kiya?" I was shaking with anger. I know why he asked that question. saale ko abhi bhi shaayad utri nahi thi. I'm sure he thought that I won't be able to say it, because there were so many people around by then. I said, I know what you did, you know what you did and you also know that what you did was wrong. Then he says, "Woh toh chalte-chalte dhakka lag gaya" to which i retorted "Aur gande ishaare bhi apne-aap hi ban gaye na?" He tried everything he could, to escape. Even asked the policeman that how can he be arrested just because I am saying something, to which, the policeman told him that she says so, you have to come along. I turned and told Mr. policeman that I'm ready to file a complaint against him, so why talk to him anyway? As I was heading forward, it suddenly struck me - how will my parents react to it? They may not approve. I didn't know. Behind me, he was still pleading to be let off. I turned. I said, " Theek hai, maafi maango, abhi." His immediate reaction was as if I'd hurt his male ego. I said, either you apologize publicly, for what you did, or I'm filing a complaint. The next moment, he folded his hands and said "Sorry madam". I watched his ego crumble into a thousand pieces. And he apologized twice, thrice, five times over. I motioned to Mr. policeman and he let him go. I thanked Mr. policeman; first, for being there at the right moment and second, for doing what he did.
As I walked upstairs, to the bridge, I saw all the people there staring at me. I was still hot-headed. There was anger in my eyes. Roh was standing there, clueless, waiting for me. I then told her everything. We got into the train. My face was so hot! A thermometer would've burst with the heat due to my anger! It was only after an hour or so, that my anger-level lowered a bit. At the end of the day, I felt drained. Naturally so.
But then, there was also this satisfaction inside me. He would've done that to many other women before and they must not have reacted this way, which is why, he did it to me. I can't say whether he will or will not repeat this with someone else, but atleast, I can be sure that he will think twice. And he'll probably never forget me. Moreover, from the crowd of more than a hundred people there who witnessed the incident, the men saw. And the women saw. I don't know whether having seen this will change their attitude. However, I sincerely hope that it does.
Next, I will talk to my mom about it and get to know as to how she'd react if I file a police complaint against someone. Also, I'd like to read the law a bit and know what comes under sexual harassment, what action can be taken, etc.
For now, I feel like a superstar - confident about my confidence.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I salute Abhinav. Now...
The entire nation is talking about this guy, Abhinav Bindra. And why not, he’s done what no other Indian has, ever. The newspapers yesterday had around five pages filled with his pictures, articles about him, quotes from his parents, teachers, the who’s who of the nation and even the general public. But what really attracted my attention was the list of cash awards competitively announced by the government, some sports associations, etc. The total, it seems, comes to Rs.2 cr. Why award him with cash, I ask. Where were these people all this while? How has the government been instrumental in shaping this talented boy’s career? He is here today, due to the support and encouragement of his parents, both moral and financial; plus his own determination and drive to make it. Had his father not provided him with all that was required for his training in terms of infrastructure, coaching and world-class gear; despite being talented, would he have made it so far? I doubt it. Would the government have stepped-in to help him then? This, I say because other forms of sport apart from cricket are almost invisible in our country, no? And we know of a lot of talented people into athletics, etc. who cannot realize their dreams of making it big in the world of sports mainly due to the lack of financial support. Money-wise, just think, to someone who’s been gifted a hotel worth Rs.200 cr. by his dad, does this sum of Rs.2 cr. matter as much as it would to some other deprived sportsperson? Come on, let’s not insult him.
Just because he’s won, there is a whole crowd of people trying to grab credit for his success. (Déjà vu? Of course, basking in reflected glory is a national hobby!)
Honestly, how many sports enthusiasts even knew that he was going to the Olympics to represent India? But yeah, of course, the same people would know the names of all the eleven players and the coach and the extras of even one of those stupid IPL teams. Abhinav, on his win, said that he hopes this will help change the attitude of Indians towards the Olympics. I hope I live to see a day like that. ‘Hum honge kaamyaab ek din?’
Here’s a ‘mast’ quote from the ‘golden-eyed man’ himself: When asked by a foreign reporter, “What do you do for a living?”, Abhinav is reported to have said, “Drilling holes in black paper for 10 years. That’s what I do for a living.” Whoa!!!
Just because he’s won, there is a whole crowd of people trying to grab credit for his success. (Déjà vu? Of course, basking in reflected glory is a national hobby!)
Honestly, how many sports enthusiasts even knew that he was going to the Olympics to represent India? But yeah, of course, the same people would know the names of all the eleven players and the coach and the extras of even one of those stupid IPL teams. Abhinav, on his win, said that he hopes this will help change the attitude of Indians towards the Olympics. I hope I live to see a day like that. ‘Hum honge kaamyaab ek din?’
Here’s a ‘mast’ quote from the ‘golden-eyed man’ himself: When asked by a foreign reporter, “What do you do for a living?”, Abhinav is reported to have said, “Drilling holes in black paper for 10 years. That’s what I do for a living.” Whoa!!!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
State of the Nation
Terrorists plan a series of blasts across the nation ...first 8 now 17 !!?!!!! And nobody knew it beforehand? Nobody? If only the country's politicians were less obsessed with holding their positions of power by playing dirty politics ... And what happens next? "The matter is being looked into and a committee has been set up." Committees and more committees ! Sitting over cups of 'chai-paani' and deciding the date of the next meeting, while some other blasts are being planned. Yeah, of course, the 'spirit of the city' in getting back on track is surely lauded. Spirit?? Crap. Even now, they're busy blaming one another. The alarm has gone off... when do you decide to wake up is the question. Around 15 bombs defused today in Surat ... so the total is 17 + 4 def. + 14 def. = 35 !?!!! Bomb-blasts may not be as rare as they were before, but they're just as grave. Ignoring them means inviting more.
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