Friday, October 30, 2009

Jihad of different sorts

NO war is justified.

there are only 'avoidable' and 'less avoidable'.

     I've never been a supporter of wars, a fact that has endeared Mr. Obama to me . Indeed, i might've been the first one to predict he'd become the POTUS(At that time he was third in line for Democratic candidacy,behind Hilary and what-was -his-name?)

     My hatred for the Islamic jihadists can only be equaled by my disgust at Hindu nationalists. I don't hate them for their deeds(which's not not to say their deeds are pardonable), but for the cause for which they are fighting. I can not understand how a human being can fail to pay any sort of respect to the personal freedom, emotions or for that matter, the right to personal safety of a fellow being. But what i feel or think is of no consequence.

   Ok ,i know what you are all thinking. We all share the same feelings and thoughts, but what's new here? Well, i'm here to talk about a war which i think is somewhat justified or at least for a better cause. Fellows, i'm talking about Naxalism.

I believe i've grabbed your attention now.

    India is past sixty and within another ten, it is prophesied to be among the top three. Go to hell with these stats. Where is the progress? I am talking about real,tangible,solid progress. Such a progress shouldn't be measured with GDP rates alone. A nation's progress has to be measured as the progress its poorest man has achieved. There has nothing been happening in that strata of life. India's slums look the same,feel the same and smell the same. The ministers keep blabbering about NREGS,food for everyone etc. But if there was food for everyone, job for everyone, how exactly do you explain the huge number of recruits the maoist movement has absorbed in the past few years.

     Naxalites are active across approximately 220 districts in twenty states of India accounting for about 40 percent of India's geographical area(wikipedia). Now these are some numbers to be reckoned with. Even people from higher echelons of society have joined this struggle(call it jihad- it deserves the name). these people are not fighting for their religion, nor for their race nor with jingoist sentiments, they only ask their fair share of bread. If the govt. can not provide these basic necessities, i daresay they are fighting a long and tiresome battle.

     Ever heard of Kobad Ghandy? He is a chartered accountant trained from London who has taken up the task of fighting the authorities and  terminal cancer with the same spirit. Many such stories can be heard if you knew where to listen to.

      And these people have got style too. I remember watching 'Taking of Pelham 123' and wondering if such a thing is possible. These people reenacted the scene in the Rajdhani Express, which i believe is India's fastest train. Cheers man! i loved it......

      So what's this thing got to do in my blog , a place where i keep telling myself and others of how ordinary a person i am. Ok, i will be frank, my course gets over next April and i do not have any immediate plans. So Mr. Mao Zedong or whoever it is, just let me know when you are having your next recruitment sessions, i will come with my certificates........but one moment, do you take in people with standing supplies?



Monday, October 26, 2009

confessions of a second last bencher.

"This is Nibin"- that was my classmate(of 4 years) introducing me to her mother at her sister's marriage.

Though i quickly recovered to dismiss it as a slip of her tongue., the fact just lingered in my mind.

I don't remotely look like Nibin,at least i hope so...(i'm just joking,he's not all that bad..). Maybe we are of the same height,i can't think of anything else..

     Did she really think i was Nibin? Well,for one thing, i just don't care.

Maybe she really did.

where was i all these years? Ok, i was hiding behind taller necks and random commotions.

 i am the second last bencher.

why second last?why not last?

For one thing,last is much more cooler,infinitely more noticeable.

I came to classes almost regularly and pretended i was taking notes  while all that time,i was getting better at pencil sketches..... I wonder if any professor knows my name, anyway nobody is going to notice if i bunk my classes for a whole semester. 

if being invisible is an art, you  are talking to Mr. Michaelangelo..(Next time i will try to come up with something better....)

oh my pathetic brain is not helping me any more....this is the third time in two days i have tried to complete this thing.

hey all, good-riddance!