That girl & her yellow stole ..

It was going to be 10 pm and my sick project lead Dixit (preferably Dick-shit) was pissing me off. It was like all those usual days when he used to give us small dosage of irritating advices. To me he was a perfect "catalyst"- A substance, usually used in small amounts relative to the reactants, that modifies and increases the rate of a reaction without being consumed in the process. Altogether my whole day was screwed. I always gave my 100% to the job. 13% on Monday, 20% on Tuesday, 25% on Wednesday, 35% on Thursday and 7% on Friday. 

It was Friday, supposedly a day on which people want to freak out. On the contrary, Dixit was freaking me out. Finally, I left office at 10:35 pm. I would have travelled only a mile, when it started raining. I didn't want cough and cold as the next bad thing. Parking my motorcycle near to a closed tea shop, I went under its shelter. 

P.S: I won't waste time in describing the length and width of the shelter. 

It was raining heavily. It seemed that weather was never as good as it was then in Chennai. Something distracted my swinging mood. It was a stole. A pale yellow coloured stole. Strong wind worked enough to snatch her stole away. But that girl was in no mood to give up. Her umbrella was of no use in those conditions. She was all wet. Long curls of her hair were playing with the cheek. I was lost in the beauty of that moment. I don't know how, but I felt that my heart skipped a beat. Enchanted by her charm and grace, I ignored the fact that I was completely drenched in rain. Suddenly, everything around me became so romantic. I could sense a connection between us. Any word to describe this connection would have been inappropriate. 

She never saw me or maybe she did. But that time was not to think about all this. The moment for which I even didn't care about my iPhone getting wet in rain was, she crossing the road with all her attention on the not so busy road and mine on her curls and the yellow stole. I saw her disappearing in dark. It stopped raining. I was feeling like a piece of burning wood in a dying fire. My heart never felt so happy and content. Such incidents might be common for many, but how can I ignore the fact that my heart did skip a beat.

I can never define that part of my life, those 10 minutes. It's just a pious feeling. But the memory will always be there, undefined! That girl and her yellow stole ...  

Terror strikes, yet again!

On 13 February 2010, a bomb explosion at the German Bakery in Pune killed fourteen people, and injured at least 60 more.

Three explosions went off in the Indian capital, New Delhi, on 29 October 2005 killing more than 60 people and injuring at least 200 others. The high number of casualties made the bombings the deadliest attack in India in 2005. It was followed by 5 bomb blasts on 13 September 2008. 

Mumbai has been the most preferred target for most terrorist organizations, primarily the separatist forces from Pakistan. Over the past few years there have been a series of attacks, including explosions in local trains in July 2006, and the most recent and unprecedented attacks of 26 November 2008, when two of the prime hotels, a landmark train station, and a Jewish Chabad house, in South Mumbai, were attacked and siege.

On 13 July 2011, within 15 minutes, 3 bombs go off in Mumbai at three different places.

What's the message? What's the agenda? 

Peace/humanity/freedom. 
No religion allows us to take life at any expense. 

What's Security? 
-A word found in dictionary of ministerial fools, meant for long speeches to get vote bank. 

How to keep sovereignty of India?

-By having minimum $1000 million scam (at least) / year; letting rapists/murderers free, to give them another chance: "Guess, only God and government knows; chance for what!"

Today's common man is confined within day to day life pressure. In the morning, he wakes up with neighbours untuned comments. He is frustrated at everything. Right from his buildings hanging lift to the city traffic. In office, with his colleagues, boss... even the peon; all are the cause of his mental distress. And when a chance of tea break draws him out of his uncomfortable zone, a bomb blast takes away the rest. That he jeopardised his life for one cigarette and apparently one cup of tea could be a ministerial fool's point of view. But actually, this unveils the naked truth. Truth of our paralysed system. It's "How safe are we inside our own home". 

"Terrorist Attacks has been reduced to 99%, merely 1% is left"- Rahul Gandhi.

I need not to say any more on this. Readers are mentally balanced enough to infer from the above statement. Dr. Manmohan Singh is sorry for the mishap. Mr. P. Chdambaram- "A black day in Indian history". 

Mr. Prime Minister and Defence Minister respectively, merely feeling sorry and colouring the days blue and black won't let the grave grief go. Loss is something which is inexplicable. Support via words won't help. We don't need reasons. We don't want explanations. We want results. We all know that Kasab is still alive. Are we so incapable that even after 3 years, we are unable to prove the guilt? Isn't that a question on the constitution's competency? 

Such is the dreadful situation of our country in the 21st century that a girl cannot go out after 9 at night. Chances of being molested are high. A normal man can't go about anywhere in India because he is not safe out there. Either he'll be killed on the name of being a resident of Bihar, Uttar Pradesh, South India, other part of India or will have to pay some heavy duty to get established in his own country. Is that what we want out of this so called civilised and balanced society? Ironically, we are United.

Common man doesn't fear the foe sitting outside, ready to hunt. But he does fear the disguised demon standing right beside him. If might is right, then shall we step out to change our world ourselves. What's stopping us to do the right? A bunch of 1000 morons can stop 1 or 5 or 10 or 100 mighty spirits. But can they stop millions. More than 50% of India's population is youth. It's only about self realisation. It's high tide, today or never. Let's not sit back and be a silent observer. Are we going to be the change we wish to see or be a resilient forever?