Noodle Noose

Delhi Rape case first verdict will be out anytime now. Accused is a juvenile and maximum possible sentence he can get for his heinous crime is 3 years. In a matter of hours facebook walls, news, TV is going to get a flood of messages saying we need to hang these culprits. 

Hanging is being advocated with the point that it will install fear in other prospective criminals. I say even if all these five accused were hanged tonight it wouldn't make a difference. Crimes will diminish when people have fear of law in general. Ground reality is that we are reminded how fickle the law is on everyday basis. The powerful and the rich are able to twist and use the law as they please. And "God" Forbid if you have a public support then you have a sort of a "immunity". It's because no political party will dare to mess with its potential vote bank. 

People need to realize the supremacy of the law of the land. That is what we need to demand. We need to demand dignity of an individual. We need to draw lines on how far one would go to achieve one's aim. How far would the governments go to reserve their votes?

#HowFar #WhatDoesItTake #Why

Faust in the Front

How far would one go to achieve one's aim? How devious can means get, to reach the desired end? Every single policy decision these days makes me question the timing. The food bill is so audacious I don't even know where to begin with.I read that off the 67,000 crore fuel subsidy 30,000 Cr will now go to Food Subsidy. How and Why are these landmark paradigm shifting decision being taken when elections already have one foot on the doormat?
Successful Election campaign is basically effective manipulation of public mindset it seems. This is the reason why no stone is left unturned. They are in the cinema now.Next for all I know, Saas Bahu's will talk on screen about amazing Government we have.
Teachers are using Barrels of insecticides to cook food for kids. Doctors push in Saline water instead of life saving vaccines to save money. Defence buys substandard weapons. Bureaucrats touch feet of Mafia Politicians for a transfer.

How Far would one go to reach one's aim? How is everything turning into a Faustian Exchange where the soul is the first thing to leave the scene?

#WhatDoesItTake #HowFar #Why

Mystical Mammoths in the Mansion

I have never advocated for religion to be a part of politics in anyway. It's when politics become a part of religion when things touch the live wire. I was watching the debate on #BarkhaDutt 's Show and it was surprising to see that politicians simply refuse to acknowledge the fact that religion is a motivation factor for terrorists. The only guy to stand ground was Subramanian Swamy. In fact, Mani Shankar Aiyar even refused to acknowledge existence of Indian Mujahideen,calling it "mystical". He repeatedly kept talking about how army and intelligence agencies were callous and "innocent" muslim youth is being targeted. This was his response to arrest of #yasinbhatkal !! 

Just because election is round the corner you will start giving demotivating comments about intelligence agencies? Intelligence agencies and Army deserve a pat on the back from everyone. How is it that these politicians in the guise of supporting minority end up question the basic intelligence of an Indian Muslim? Does an average Muslim not know that Yasin Bhatkal is a terrorist? Does an average Muslim deny the existence of organizations like IM? It's similar to me being a Hindu and denying the existence of Hardline Hindu extremists. Do we do that? 

No. 

These politicians are trying to create a rift between us with asinine comments. 

If policymakers dealing with the chaotic problem of terrorism refuse to even acknowledge the very cause of the problem, solution can never reached.

#WhatDoesItTake #HowFar #Why

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The Unequal House

One critical aspect of Mumbai rape is that henceforth everyone will think twice before sending their daughter to an unconventional field like Photography, Journalism or NGO's.
A normal Indian woman leads her life in the prison consisting of Home-Office-Car-Mall/Restaurant. It's almost that this girl was punished was for breaking this cage. Almost every woman I know accepts this cage as her free world.

It kills me to write this but I feel that if you are born as an Indian Man you live in a totally different nation which has more freedom. I wouldn't think twice before walking inside that abandoned Mill to do some photography. I could right now at 2 AM drive to India Gate and take a walk. I could catch the next local bus to an unknown village in Himachal. 
Why is it that I am petrified to even think about my sister doing the same?
When will we start living in the same country? 
When will we be equals??


#WhatDoesItTake #Why #HowFar

The "blue" sky

Monday Morning Story of a five figure salaried guy.

It can sound funny to some, but Monday blues can be extremely depressing. you wake up in your apartment alone , you immediately realize this week is going to be extremely rough. Then you get out of bed with a long face , skip your breakfast because you give a damn. By this time it's a very good probability that you have received a very depressing work related call or you have received an errand.  You are scratching your tasks on a sheet of paper before you brush your teeth. You waste an hour scanning through a newspaper, looking at kitchen twice and thrice trying to motivate yourself for a breakfast but Meh !

You ignore the tear drop which falls while you are driving to office. You dont know where it came from . You don't have time to think about it. 

You reach office, you don't come to know how the next Sunday arrives.

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Monday Morning of guy who lives with his Parents. 

Curtains drawn, you wake up to the beautiful sunlight. Before you realize what is happening, you have your Mom and your Dad hugging you tight and wishing you good morning. You haven't grasped the happiness of the moment before you are surprised with a cup of earl grey tea, served proper English style by your maid. House fills with laughter and surprise. 

Miisa

[Plot : Day 1 ] 23.6.2013 Bhopal

"They made me feel your presence every second though they couldn't see you.
 I felt your absence every second even though I could see you"


That phone call brought tears in her already dried up eyes. No one could imagine she would cry again after the way she mourned the loss of her young son, Kunal. She looked at her husband and he knew at once that they had lost somebody close once again.

Their closest friends, Ravi and Shalini Malhotra had been reported dead and missing in the devastating floods which had hit the mountains recently. Dr Sahay's number was the only contact found from their hotel room. Both of them rushed to Delhi. Malhotra's only son, Kabeer, aged 5, was found alone in the hotel room waiting for his parents.

They brought him home. Dr Sahay knew it was a waste trying to contact the family. Shalini and Ravi had lost their parents. The only next of kin was Ravi's brother, who was languishing in prison for murder.

Kabeer did not ask where his parents were. He knew it by the way people had reacted. Malhotra's had rebelled against the families to be with each other to build their life. It was a busy life. They were building it from scratch. Both of them worked 12 hour corporate jobs in the megacity of Grrgaon. Kabeer was raised by maids.

Kabeer did not know what it was like to be around parents, so he did not know what it was like to miss them. What Kabeer knew perfectly was what it was like when his parents were NOT around. When he was in middle of strangers.

He did not cry.

Kabeer knew Sahay's. They were the only ones who visited his house. He was actually relieved to see them. He ran and hugged Mrs Sahay when he saw her. They brought him home in the next flight.

Kabeer entered the Sahay's house. Even as a little kid he could grasp the sharp contrast between his home and this house. This was in perfect order. Perfect. Kabeer stood straight and started walking like a soldier in a perfect line. He just felt he had to walk this way.

He looked around. House was full of pictures of this amazing looking young man. Awards, Shields. This house belonged to this guy in the pic. Not to these two kind souls living here.

They offered Kabeer to sleep with them. He refused. He had never slept with his parents. He was given the guest room for now. Kabeer wanted the room with Winnie the Pooh and a colorful guy called "Che"'s poster on its door.

At night, Kabeer opened the door slightly.

There in the Blue light from a mobile maybe, he saw the guy from the picture sitting.

Kunal was sitting right there in the room.

The Novel-MNIT

"The date":

Kaalu, DuDu, Tinku, Veer in room. 

Kaalu: rolling joints

DuDu: Reading 

Veer: Painting Nietzsche 

Tinku: On Laptop

Room:  Extreme Dirty. Full of Smoke.

Tinku: *Gazing on Laptop* Abe, Shalini is asking to meet me

Silence in the room

Kaalu: Meet se yaad aaya, aaj meat roti kha lete hai

Everybody gives an agreeing hmmm

Tinku: Saalo, I think I got a date

DuDu: *Looks Up* Paste Kar le

Everybody gives an agreeing hmmm

Veer: Sahi hai. 

Tinku: Mere ko bencho deo do kahi se laake

*Everybody Laughs*

Kaadu: *rolling joints* Baap ki shaadi hai bhosadi ke? deo chahiye. Paste karne ki permission de toh di DuDu ne

Tinku: I dont know, mere ko deo do bas

*A little bottle comes flying and hits tinku on his head*

DuDu: Ye Laga le. 

Tinku: *Staring at plain white bottle*YE KYA HAI ?

DuDu: Powder. Koi toilet mein bhool gaya tha. 

Everybody Laughs

Tinku: Powder? Bencho main ni jaa raha powder laga ke. Saara bachpan mummy powder ka phua bana ke school bhejti thi. 

Everybody gives an agreeing Hmmm

Veer: Friday ko shayad History club ka quiz hai. Usme third prize Deo hai Axe ka. 

Tinku: Apan third kaise aaenge waha? 

{If Tinku and Veer went to History quiz they were BOUND to get the first prize}

DuDu: Probability , Game theory sab laga do bencho. TInku bilkul maths nahi aati yar tere ko. 

Meanwhile Kaadu has the powder bottle in his hand. Has stopped everything and is staring at it. 

Kaadu: Khushbu to aati hai waise isme se. Dikkat kya hai?

DuDu: Kaadu Gora ho jaa, powder laga le. 

Tinku: Abe Kaadu gora kyu hoga?? Agar "Goro Bharat Chhodo " aandolan ke time par kaadu zinda hota to aandolan ka poster boy hota bencho. 

Kadu Screams: JAI HIND

Everybody Starts shouting Nationalist slogans and crap shit like "George Bush Hai Hai" and breaking things.