change we cant beleive in

“pyaar?pyaar tho dosti hai”

immortal verses from one of the most beautiful and poignant movies ever made and as far as I am concerned the best movie ever made . its as though KJ carefully sculptures each and every scene. Not a scene out of place ; not a scene which causes you to scowl. Now back to those verses. In these verses Srk gives perhaps gives the most elegant and best ever definition of love ever given. After all as
SRK rightly asks in the movie “ if she cant be my best friend , how can she be my lover”. It’s as simple as that. Love is an extension of friendship. If the chemistry isn’t good enough for friendship , how the heck can it be good for love ?

And sadly it is one of the most misunderstood notions in the society. Somehow there is this bizarre idea that friendship and love are two completely different relationships and it’s a sacrilege to friendship to call it love. how stupid can ppl get? And often the great Indian theatre churns out second grade movies echoin out this theme with always the same banal and much touted storyline- boy and gal move out as best friends and always stick together like a Siamese twins and then when parents propose marriage , the hero/ heroine goes on and on as though he has been asked to deliver the nobel prize acceptance lecture extolling the virtues of friendship and chastising the parents for how could they mistake their pure and 100% agmark and 24 carat BSI certified friendship which also happens to have recoginition from the ISO as love? Duh duh duh luckily I always doze off by the time the last great soul on earth starts this lecture so I have never had to trudge through the agony. where the hell did this notion arise that love is not pure? That love lowers the dignity of friendship depriving it of that Iso recoginition when nothing could be far from the truth..

The reason maybe is the fact we are such conservative conformists who still cling onto archaic ideals and principles. The inertia of the age old idea of arranged marriages is so strong that we cant break out from it. True we can enjoy the beauty of love in a chethan bhaghat story or a KJ movie and go for days together praising the movie or the book in glowing terms. But its not something we can accept in our lives. Unfortunately even at this age love marriage is a strict no – no; a sin ; a sacrilege. And it is this prejudice against love marriages which perhaps transforms into this ludicrous mutually exclusive and exhaustive theories about friendship and love when the latter is but a logical extension of friendship.

And then of course is the ludicrous stereotypin of love by movies – you know bulb glowing in the hero’s heart , bands playin mellifluous music on seeing the heroine. Something which unfortunately leads to misinterpretation of crushes as love by many a teen. Which then leads to a whirl wind romance and a fast track marriage only to realise that love never happened between them and ends up in a bitter divorce. And in the process giving all the more firepower to all those propents of the pure friendship and dirty love theory.

Now and then an enlightened soul tries to clear this misconception through his work – true his work is appreciated if it good , he gets all the fame but the change which is what originally he set out for – no its not a change I believe in .

DECIPHERING THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE

Barrack Hussin Obama , the 43rd President of the United States only achievement before the October 9, 2009 the day the Nobel peace prize was announced is to have been emerged successful in the us presidential race. Which was why the world was stunned to learn he had been conferred with the nobel. There must be a big mistake. It just couldn’t be .winning the us presidential election is not enough to be conferred with a nobel . no way even george bush managed to win it. So why then has been conferred the nobel ? has the nobel committee gone beserk? Or maybe has the nobel committee just got wiser?

Perhaps the best way to elucidate the nobel committee’s ploy is to recapitulate Einsteint’s famous dig on the Nobels
“The Nobel is a life raft thrown to a drowning man after he has reached the shore”
Einstein here hits a home run. For the nobels acclaimed and coveted they are, so far have only been a mere Hall of Fame. The nobel committee has always been there to embrace and to exhibit to the world anyone who has brought forth hope and change to thousands barring fierce struggle .But the nobels cant claim any credit for actually bringing about a change . their role have only been passive -to watch from the sidlines as the harbingers of hope and change waddle through the troubled waters and quagmires and to key in on those who make it across and to confer upon them the honour. Never to actually go into the muddy water and help the messiahs across.

So that brings us to Obama’s case. Because for once we have an American president who at the least atleast speaks about change. He hasn’t done anything yet to make this world a better place to live in. but the truth is he had made a beginning- a beginning in his call for an arms reduction treaty with the USSR; a beginning by his passionate speeches reaching out to the west; a beginning by his proposed policy on climate change. But his task is Herculean. For he faces two formidable foes in his quest – mistrust and fear. One mistrust in the minds of the people hes reaching out to. His predecessor George W bush has been around for too long too seriously tarnish the US’s image. And hence today the middle east looks upon the US as the Great Satan and the USSR looks upon it as a threat to its integrity. So even if he rolls out well meaning policies and overtures aimed at building good will and overture his efforts will be marred by mistrust and suspicion for the wounds of the Bush era legacy of deceit and lies run deep . and two deep paranoia in the minds of the people he himself represents. Any concession to the middle east is looked upon an act of fomenting terror and any overture to the Russians is equaled to submission.

And it is in this context the nobel committees decision is a shrewd ploy. Because the nobel adds legitimacy and integrity to his effort. It will go a long way in reducing the suspicion of the middle east and make them less reluctant to come back to the negotiating table. And it will also help Obama tide over the paronia and help him garner public support for his policies. For once the nobel has decided to wade into the muddy waters and to help the supposed deliverer.
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So in a nutshell the nobel peace committee ,abandoning its traditions play safe policy , has for once decided to take a heavy bet by backing obama . and if the bet pays off and Obama delivers then this will go down in history as the best nobel peace prize ever awarded . on the other hand he doesn’t then it will beat the nobels committees folly of not conferring the nobel on Mahatma Gandhi to become the nobel peace committees biggest folly . watever be the result , it is a shrewd move by the nobel committee.

MY First story

The following is a story i wrote for an event i conducted for an event . i guess in case at any point u r dead bored and cant find anythin to do then if u read this maybe ull find it good. give it a try and lemme know.but first a little bit of background - the event involves locking up teams in a room and strewing clues all around the room . the teams will be provided with a diary which will have pointers for the location of the clues and also tips on how to crack the clues. this story was meant for the diary . just in case you are wondering why i have preferred such an insane way of telling a story. and towards the end i guess its toooo technical where i deal with ciphers and stuff like that for the teams.it was essentail for the event and i dint want to change the content while postin here . so in case u find it boring , just dont mind it :) anyway here it is

INTRODUCTION

Welcome to the jungle. I guess this is not the way you are used to waking up every day. A cosy bed with neatly arranged blankets and a nice large Garfield pillow to hug is more like your idea of waking up right? I can feel how you will be feeling right now waking up in such a strange room which looks like its not been cleared for years- like Alice in Wonderland tumbling down a rabbit hole. And as the guy says in that movie Matrix, “Come with me and I will show you how deep the hole goes”. Only this time there is no choice –you’ll have to find out how deep the hole goes. I guess am being too cryptic –pardon me, a man can’t spend hours delving into the secrets of chaos without significant damage to his rational thinking. So let me get this straight – the room you are in has been wired and its primed and ready to blow in exactly two hundred and forty minutes – in others words four hours. But all is not lost yet because there is a way out of the chaos in front of you.

Now have you ever heard of chaos theory? Well if you haven’t, never mind. But the thing is chaos theory is all about finding patterns in random elements. Your work is exactly to find a pattern among the random assortment of objects and things surrounding you. As the theory states, a small butterfly can cause a hurricane by the flapping of its wings. And that’s what you are exactly seeking –a small butterfly which might lead you out of here.

And remember God never plays dice and neither do I. Nothing in this room not even a single pin has been left to chance.

Now this room has everything to help you get out of here –the only thing is that you’ll have to find the way amidst all this chaos. Do not fear for I know finding the way amidst chaos is arduous –who else would know better than someone who has spent his last three years of his life seeking for patterns among chaos. Hence I will help you get out of here. I will talk to you, guide you and mentor you through this diary. Treat this diary as a secret Bible. Be patient and read on through my ramblings, for they have as much to do with helping you in getting out of here. And before you begin I have a small advice for you-

Always look for answers in patterns.

Oh ya I forgot to introduce myself. I am just a blind mouse who once led a carefree and a happy life just like you guys. And then came the fateful day and everything changed. Funny how a single day can turn your lives upside down and bring crashing to the ground all your dreams and aspirations. Ah there I go rambling again –let me stop here. So well let me repeat it – you have four hours before this place blows up and everything you require to get out of this room is within this room. And I’ll help. You seek them through this diary but before I begin let me tell a story –a story of four blind mice. A story which is central to the chaos around you.

THE FIRST BLIND MICE

To think back that seven years before even my life was also carefree and happy like all those teens out there - completely unperturbed about tomorrow and basking in the glory of today .In fact in those days life had given me much more than my fair share. Born to a upper middle class family in Trichy, I was blessed with wonderful parents and a fine intellect . I did my schooling in Campion – one of the finest schools in Trichy. School days were a bliss – all play, little studies, lots of fun and ya somehow always managing to end up at the top of the class. It was as though lady luck was showering her blessings on me . And after school, I gained entry into College of engineering, Guindy –a prestigious Engineering institution.

If life seemed happy in school it became happier in college. All I remember is dozens and dozens of movies, late night parties, bashes and ya plenty of gals. And after wasting away all my time in college I still somehow managed to gain entry into Indian Institute of Management, Calcutta. I was one lucky little prick, ain’t I? It was there that I was struck by a magical thing called love weaved by her. And with lady luck strongly backing me it was not long before she too started reciprocating my feeling and we both fell in tangibly and hopelessly in love with each other. Would you believe it if I said that she actually fell for me because I was very good at whistling? Strange and silly gal isn’t she? But its that insanity that I liked in her the most.

The time I spent with her was the happiest time of my life. In IIM, I spent every spare moment I could sneak out with her . And given the daunting and back breaking work the institute demanded, I did manage to find a lot of free time to spend with her. Somehow we both managed to clear our courses in sharp contrast to the ominous predictions of our professors who had forecast a total washout for both of us. And both landed up plum jobs with Proctor and Gamble – a multinational consulting firm . And would you believe it - we both were posted in the same city, Chennai. Soon after college we both got married and settled down in Chennai. We both quit our jobs on the same day. I began a start-up company and she decided to focus on her first love- writing i.e. the first love before I came into her life lol .At that time it seemed that I had it all - an IIM degree as a life long guarantee, a nice start-up at your feet and a perfect partner .It was a perfect Indian dream – things couldn’t get much better. But the thing about dreams is that they have the habit of collapsing when you least expected it. And mine wasn’t any different, for it disappeared without a trace on that fateful day leaving my life in a wreck and making me the first of the blind mice.

THE SECOND BLIND MICE

The beautiful days we spent together- the fights, the reconcilements, the frosty looks, the embraces and the kisses. She was so special that I can’t just miss a day. She was a bold, sweet and silly gal. A missed call and she would go nuts if I didn’t call back. And messages –they were to be immediately replied or else a huge fight will ensue that evening. And the thousand and other things which might result in a fight –forgetting the good morning wish, forgetting the farewell kiss before leaving, forgetting to compliment her on her cooking etc. and it may sound strange but it was this silly innocent traits of her that appealed to me the most.

And she loved springing surprises. Everyday I used to find “I love you” messages in the unlikeliest places waiting to surprise me –in my shoes , in my shirt pockets, in purse and one day I even found one neatly wrapped around a coca –cola bottle in the fridge. And she kept coming up with new places everyday.

And the whole week she used to plan out what to do during the weekend- some weekends she would insist on switching off all lights and dining in the candle light. And man! How she used to glow in the ambience of the night. Then suddenly she would insist on role playing – we played just about everything from Julius Caesar to Barrack Hussein Obama. And the fun we used to have. And some weeks she insisted on singing and dancing late in the nights and a thousand other things. No two days with her was the same. Each day was a different experience ,a different thrill.

And pirates –she was crazy about them. One of her favourite tricks was to leave messages in a bottle. She had specially bought a whole set of old wine bottles for it and I often used to find messages inside them. And the messages used to be about everything –love poems, silly rhymes, songs, mild teasing and even sometimes scolding for something I had messed up.

She was someone who lived love to the full. And I knew I must be damn lucky that she had chosen me over a thousand suitors. I was completely undeserving for her and still it was this wreck she chose out of all those flashing knights in IIM-C. I think even fate was jealous that I had won her. Which is why fate snatched her cruelly out of my hands on that fateful day making her the second blind mice..

THE THIRD BLIND MICE

He joined the Chennai PD in 2001.And from day one it was clear that he was destined for greater things. Two years into the force, he was transferred to the Quick Reaction Team especially constituted to tackle emergency situations in the backdrop of the surge in terror attacks across the country making him the youngest member of the team.

June 12 2004 - his team was involved in a routine training exercise when they came under heavy firing by Maoists .Completely taken off the guard , all his team mates went down like a pack of cards .He was left the lone man standing .He quickly realised that the Maoists were after the weapons stored in the shed nearby and realised that none of them would be spared if he didn’t stop them .The assailants realising that only one man was left standing, dropped their guard and started moving in closer and that was their mistake. For with complete control he started squeezing out shots with perfect accuracy and his assailants went down one by one. He managed to hold back the Maoists till reinforcements arrived thereby saving the cache from falling into their hands. He became an overnight hero.

The media was crazy about him. During the whole of next week there was not a single daily newspaper which did not have at least one article on him. The media started digging up all they could know about him and started publishing it. There were articles on his schooling (topper of his class) , on his college life, sycophantic reports from his professors (best student, really a gem you know and blah blah ). A newspaper even had an article about his strange fantasy for photographs. Sick! Give me a break . Someone becomes a hero and he doesn’t bathe for a day even that is news for the media. Heaven help us .

From then on there was no turning back for him. Within the next two years he was involved in a dozen encounters and emerged from each one of them smelling of laurels and was paraded around by the media as a proud possession .Last year he was awarded the presidential medal of honour and he was being egged by his seniors to take up the public service exams. His destiny seemed clear – UPSC exams the next year, two years of training, years of yeoman service and finally the commissioner of the city .But destiny can come crashing down in a day - as it happened to him on the fateful day making him the third blind mice.

THE FOURTH BLIND MICE

His life was getting worse day by day. One year before everything had seemed perfect. He had a job which paid six figures, a nice company flat and a company car at his disposal and to top it all he had recently married. Life then seemed beautiful. He and his wife were then just beginning to know and discover each other. She used to wait till he came home even though some days he was really late. Then they both had a candlelight dinner after which they talked about all those mysterious stuff couples talk about late into nights. And every weekend they used to go to the beach and spend hours there looking into each others face, leaving silence to do all the talking. And then recession struck and all of a sudden he found himself without a job .And worse he found he had a mounting debt and his banker who had acted like a saint till now had suddenly turned into a demon determined to suck anything he could out of him. And worst he found his wife no longer loved him. Things started rapidly falling apart. She started complaining about anything and everything. Things which she had once found cute and idiosyncratic were now suddenly annoying and horrible for her. Quarrels and fights became the order of the day. And one fine day she stomped off to her parent’s house after a big fight. Of course not before taking away with her whatever she could lay her hands on. He thought that was the end of her and was relieved that the worst part of it was over even though he still had to confront the worse part. Her departure brought about some new found energy in him and he started searching for a job with renewed vigour. His efforts paid off and he got a call for an interview. Things seemed to fall in place finally and that’s when the thunderbolt struck . It came in the form of a divorce notice. Now a divorce notice is a queer thing –its like asking a man whether he would prefer suicide or murder as his cause of death. One knows he has been condemned when he gets such a notice. And still he fights it tooth and nail even though he knows it can have only one outcome just as sure as the sun will rise in the east next day –that he will end up a loser. He still fights it to salvage whatever he could . After all there’s a difference between losing a match by two runs and losing it by a three hundred and two . Now winning a divorce suit which literally translates for a man as keeping his losses to a minimum requires a lawyer and a lawyer requires fees. Now our guy was bankrupt and hence he couldn’t afford even a decent lawyer which meant he had to fend for himself in court which actually means he ended as one big loser at the end of the day. His wife not only managed to rob him completely but even managed for a hefty settlement which he had to pay her every year. He completely drowned. That was when he took that ultimate step on that fateful day but little did the fourth mice know of fate’s plans that day.

THE BEGINING

It all began today .September 24 2006 to be more precise .Even today I look at it I cant make any sense out of it .It seems like a cruel game played by fate with the only intention of separating me from my beloved and leave me in unforgiving agony .The day keeps coming in my nightmares even today haunting me, agonising me, driving me mad, Why? Why? Why? .Its been seven years but I still remember each and every moment of that day as though it was only yesterday. It was supposed to be a great day for both of us- she had just found a publisher for one of her stories. We were planning to celebrate all through that day. I remember the alarm dint go off on that day –the only day the alarm failed in our 4 yrs of married life. Hence our plans were delayed by an hour .We set out of the house at 9:30 instead of the planned 8. When she tried to draw money from the atm machine, it didn’t work –another cruel move of fate. She decided to withdraw money from the bank nearby and I ,as I got pissed off by the queues at banks,decided to wait in the nearby coffee shop .Had I known earlier what was about to happen I would have never let her go. But who would have thought that banking on a Sunday morning could prove fatal? I settled comfortably in the sofa in the coffee shop ordering coffee for myself and her, and started waiting for her and the coffee. All of a sudden a black convertible dashed down the road and screeched to a halt in front of the bank .An armed man in a black hood and skullcap started shooting madly and made his way into the bank .I later learnt that he had tried to break into a nearby jewel shop but had unwittingly tripped off an alarm thereby bringing the cops to the scene. On seeing the cops he had tried to flee in the van but one of the cops with a shot of deadly accuracy had taken out the wheels, forcing him to retreat into the bank. Then fate played its next move – my insides slackened as I watched her coming out of the bank just as the police car screeched to a halt. Cornered by the cops and nowhere to go the thief did the obvious- he grabbed her and used her as a hostage. A scene seen a million time in movies only this time it was playing out right in front of my eyes and the only woman I loved in the world was the one having the gun to her head. I was shaken to the core.What happened next haunts me to this day. Despite repeated pleas by the cop ,the man refused to surrender. The cop realised, the man’s left hand side was slightly exposed. And he knew he stood a good chance of taking the thief out without hurting her. After all he was one of the sharpest shooters in the PD as he had demonstrated by taking out the wheels of the vehicle. And he was rapidly running short of patience. Finally he gave up and decided to take the shot after one final plea. He gave the guy a final warning. The guy refused and he fired. And it was there fate made its last cruel move-for an instant before he fired, her mobile rang. And then it was a blur of figures – the convict, startled by the ring suddenly shifting her to the right , she collapsing to the ground in a pool of blood along with the convict , me trying to make my way towards her only to be stopped and bundled by the surrounding cops and then I blacked out. It turned out that he had shot her straight through the heart –the doctor said she wouldn’t have felt any pain as death must have been instantaneous-a small consolation.

I also learnt that the bullet after piercing through her heart had sliced through the neck of her assailant rendering him a cripple for life. It seemed that he was actually a former techie who had taken the extreme step because of being severely cash strapped. If that day did some good to someone, it was for him –because the judge was moved by the sight of him and got sick of the avaricious nature of his ex-wife that he threw her divorce case out. He must be the first guy in the history of the world to actually win a divorce case without spending a penny.

The cop – that day marked the end of his illustrious career. His fall to disgrace was imminent. He was shown no pity for he had just broken a golden rule of the police – never kill a hostage especially if it’s a woman.

He found himself in the centre of an enquiry commission which after hours of deliberation concluded that he was no longer fit for active duty and moved him out of QRT to traffic duty. Last I heard of him was that he had ended up as a drunkard and had been dismissed from active service.

And from that day a thousand questions haunt me to this day. How would have been my life had the alarm rung promptly? Or if the atm machine had worked properly? Or if the cop had been someone else? Or if the mob hadn’t rung at that moment? A thousand small things and my wife will not have died if even one of them hadn’t happened, and still I couldn’t comprehend how all of them coincided perfectly to take her away from me. That was the day I started searching for answers among randomness. That was the day I began an insomniac.

The day spared no one. The day before we were just normal ppl leading normal lives. And that day we became four blind mice caught in a fiery storm .We became pawns in a cruel game of fate. That day was the beginning.

THE SEARCH

From that day I started seeking patterns among chaos. I knew I would not find peace till I comprehended the events of that day. I started searching for answers everywhere –in every discipline. And then on this day two years ago, I stumbled upon cryptography and found what I was looking for. Finally a way of deciphering the patterns among randomness. I realised that if at all I found answers I was seeking in chaos, it will be only through the codes and ciphers of cryptography. And thus I started delving deeply into it. And I came to a single realisation – it is in cryptography that fate has hidden its secret, and that it’ll be here where I’ll find peace.

Which brings me to the question which must now be gnawing at your mind? “Why are you doing this to us ?” Hey hey why am I doing this to you? Well simply because I had searched for answers for too long and it was time to experiment my revelations so far. Now I talk again like a madman aint it? Let me put it this way. What happened on that day was chaos which fate planned to the tiniest detail, each one leading to the other, creating a ripple effect thereby changing an ordinary day into a chaos. What I am trying to do is the reverse. Now unless you find your way out of here within four hours, it will cause a chaos. So now I am keenly interested to know how your fate reacts to avert this chaos. How it uses the tiniest of details in this room to get you out of here. I hope in this process I might learn finally the secret behind fate. And if I can’t, well I guess there’ll always be another three to experiment with.

END

well i guess ill stop here .after this it was only techincal stuff to help the teams which if i post will ensure u guys will go into a deep slumber if you havent already .so adios for now :)

road to pertidition

The NH 45 – for those who don’t know it runs from Chennai to Madurai and along this route every day thousands of passenger ply everyday on government and private owned buses –students ,teachers, It professionals the list is long .what comes below is the account of one of nearly tending to infinity journeys by one among the nearly tending to infinity passengers –me .

Now the total travel time from Chennai to Madurai is hypothetically 10 hrs(practically it takes 12 to 14 hrs ) Of this the longest part of the journey is of course getting out of the bus terminal . The passengers will gain 1 to 2 hrs of travel time if they are asked to walk to the terminal entrance and board the buses there .But the boarding point is where it is –inside the terminal which meant that one has to shun aside all negative thoughts and indulge in meditating as the buses crawl at a snails pace to make it to the entrance. And I was expecting for it to happen .

Now another interesting feature of the journey which always happens is the ginormous traffic clog.now the man to be thanked for is someone called Shri Atal Bihari Vajpayee ,the 11 th prime minister of India . For suddenly he had a dream about a golden quadrilateral connecting all the major metropolitians in the country and promptly ordered digging up the roads to make way for the project . now that’s not bad but what is bad is that someone somewhere forgot to close the dug up roads which means such ginormous traffic clogs were very common .and I was still waiting for it to happen

And then the bus pulled into a nightstop .And theres something ubiquitous about all these nightstops –for you can hear songs with the most horrible lyrics in these places .Its like they take perfectly good songs and give it to a drunkard to recompose it and then blar it over the speaker .i guess the idea is to make sure the song rudely awakens anyone asleep and force him to scamper out of the bus for dear life.

And then it finally happened –this time with a bang.i don’t kno why it seems like when I was born god gave me a curse which went like – “let every bus you travel in your lifetime shall always come across a punctured tyre so that the bus shall be delayed not less than two hrs”. Anyway it always happens and this time it was no exception –only this time the tyre being tired of getting punctured everytime I travel burst this time for a change .Thats why the bang.

Well the tyre was take caren of and we started again.only now I started realizing it was a big mistake to have booked a sleeper coach .Now a train always travels straight so a sleeper coach is fine but a bus travels anything but straight which means you realize what inertia of direction means whenever the driver takes a right or left turn .They ought to add it to the class 10 text book u kno .something like “If you are lyin on a left hand side sleeper in a bus and the driver takes a left youll get a bump in ur head by banging into the window and when he takes a right you will again get a bump only this time by falling to the floor unless and until you are holding onto something with both hands for dear life.

And finally when I reach Madurai I wish to hug the ground and shed tears of joy for being on solid ground again .

Of cats and monkeys

Well the other day sumetha came to me and asked me to help her write a story . She even had an interesting topic for the story –a cat and a monkey (ya the same old cat and monkey from my 1st standard ,yuck !)and anyway I was too drowsy to think of anything about a story esp with such a GRUESOME title .But I dint wanna disappoint her ,so I started anyway.

I began with the traditional opening -once upon a time to get the blessings of all those millions of storytellers across the centuries who came up with so many fables and stories but somehow never managed to come up with a different opening other than the boring –once upon a time.i mean how many the times will they use the same opening .wont they get bored of it or something ?(yaaaawn I am really drowsy man ) . then named the cat MONKEY and named the monkey CAT ?(quirky right ). I was about to set a romantic scene complete with a thundering waterfalls ,a nascent rain and a scintillatin background score where the monkey cat catches a glimpse of the cat monkey and falls head over heels in love with the monkey cat and was even about to compose a duet for them.. (uh oh this story is making me even more drowsier even though I m the one narrating it )But the minute I said the monkey fell in love sumetha refused to continue ?(you see she is a good gal but all of them all are good when 5 yrs old )It takes 12 yrs of schooling to get ruined u know .and then another four years of engineering education to become completely worthless . anyway back to the story being forced to throw romance out of the equation I had to be satisfied in having the cat monkey eat up the monkey cat (funny na monkey called cat eating up a cat called monkey .I had all but given up in my struggle against my sleep but sumetha was unrelenting .she still wanted two more lines to complete the story . I stretched my brain to come up with something to complete the story but all I managed were a couple of yawns .finally ping!like a light bulb suddenly glowing an idea came out of nowhere .and so the monkey cat started purring like a cat monkey as a result of having eaten the cat monkey. Still one more line uh-oh yaaawn ?.and then inspiration struck .so for the rest of his life the moneky cat was nicknamed by the animals in the forest as….
Pussy cat ?:d .It was then she told me that she needed to show it to her teacher!!!.You kno I really petty those guys . they end up havin sleepless nights all because some of their tiny tot students have really insane brothers and sisters .(btw sumethas teacher will probably not sleep for a week after hearing this story ,but she really deserved it u kno for havin spoilt my sleep by askin her students to do something as stupid as story writing esp a story with such a GRUESOME title .

Ask and it shall be given

Recently i was amused to see such a furore being raised in Britain due to a sting by the guardian which caught mps divertin public funds for private uses .the intensity of the storm was so fierce that no one was spared and even some big heads rolled leavin the prime minister gordon profusely sweating . and for it was all sounded overblown .after all in india here its somethin which happens everyday just like the sun rises every day . u dont need a guardian sting to know it .everybody knows it happens .so i really couldnt figure out why is somethin which causes such a furore in britain is evokes not even a ripple in india ?and then the answer hits u like a hammer in ur head.its dint cause a similar reaction because we never demanded it.we never asked for it.and then u realise the mother of all our pbms .we never ask .i mean when was the last time did we hear about somethin called public anger in our country ?my guess is probably sometime around 1947.anythin is 'chaltha hai for us'.gas tragedy in bhopal ?no big deal .indira gandhi declareds an emergency ?no sweat .one man simmers an entire state in a communalist pyre .coool. 12pakistani men hold hostage the entire nation for three days blaaah.we are more worried that the england india series is called off. i just cant understand .why is that nothin almost nothin evokes a response from us .how can we be so non challant abt such matters of life and death .sometimes my worst fear is one day china might invade india and considerin our ageing crumblin archaic military secure an easy victory and establish its colonial rule in india and still india may not wake up .maybe this is far fethced. but wat isnt far fetched is the fact that we will never have non corrupt politics because we will never ask for it .we will never have an untainted parliament because we will not demand it .after all forget demandin we wont even cast our vote to a better candiate our healthcare will continue to be in shambles because we wont rise up for reforms .our children will not get quality education because we wont raise our voices abt it .and we will never have an astute foreing policy because we dont demand anythin from the government ,the goverment for its part will never ask for anythin from the world community meekly givin into their demands which is why we will never deter pak and china for fomentin terrorism here because the government wont push for it.all well do is brag to whomsoever hears that we are goin to be a superpower by 2020 !!!pathetic pathetic plight .

idea of justice

sometimes u end up in an peculiar state when u just cant make up ur mind whether to laugh or cry .last week the bug hit me when i read that the scottist judiciary was releasin the lockerbie bomber on compassionate grounds .and i really couldnt decide whether to cry foul over the travesty of justice or to gawk at the tamasha playin out .i just cant understand. A judiciary is meant to uphold justice.then how can the scottish judiciary mete out such a huge injustice ?how is that only the animal who blew up the flight deserves compassion and all those innocent people who lost their lives and loved ones in the blast dont ?where is the compassion to all those husbands who lost their wives ?to those wives who lost husbands ?to those children who lost families and to those families who lost their children ?to all those for whom life became a living hell?.all because one animal couldnt stand the love and happiness in their loves .and its that animal whom the judge wishes to have a happy life baskin in the glory of his barbaric act .why cant the judge understand the pain and sufferin the animal inflicted ?why cant he feel the angst that all those who lost their loved ones in that accident will have to undergo the pain again at seein the animal walk away free to a heros reception and their powerlessness to do anythin ?is human life so cheap ?doesnt the right for justice of all those victims matter .god pls save this world from this so called justice