Monday, October 30, 2006

Turn Back Time

For no plausible rhyme or reason, we have turned the clock back an hour. Apart from confusing my body-clock and giving me a false sense of having an extra hour, it does not seem to have affected my life in any manner whatsoever. So heres to daylight saving... yeah right! whatever....

Thursday, October 19, 2006

A Loose Noose...

Mohammed Afzal Guru was a mastermind of the Dec 13, 2001 attacks on Parliament in which nine innocent people lost their lives. His role in the dastardly act was established and his trial went through various lower courts finally culminating at the Supreme Court with him being awarded the death penalty. At this point one would say justice was done.
But hold on. All of a sudden there are rising demands for clemency. By human rights groups as well as Jammu and Kashmir Chief Minister Ghulam Nabi Azad. Clemency?! For a hardcore terrorist? I fail to understand what is wrong with these people. Here we have a chance to put our foot down against terrorism and all these people can see are political gains. Wasnt the IC814 fiasco an eye opener to the consequences of setting such men free? Did the lives of the security personnel killed that day go in vain? Or is the life of a terrorist more valuable than theirs? Would these people clamor for clemency if their family members were among the deceased? Or do we want to keep him alive so that he can plot and kill hundreds more?
Answers… anyone?

Wednesday, October 18, 2006


The Location: Aboard the Metra (Metropolitan Rail) in Chicago
The Protagonists: I, Me, Myself (Henceforth referred to as IMM), Demented, Stoned, Drunk Woman
(Henceforth referred to as DSDW)
The Spectators:
Other Passengers
(Henceforth referred to as OP)
It is a weekday evening. The train is quite full with people travelling towards Chicago. I am engrossed in a novel. There is a vacant seat in front of me. DSDW enters and occupies the seat in front of me. And then its showtime.

DSDW: (Looking around) I need some cocaine. Got to have some cocaine now.
OP & IMM: What the…!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Seeing that we were all unable to fulfill her request DSDW quietly mutters obscenities to herself for a while. Then she spots me. She starts pointing at me and making weird gestures. She tries her best to attract the attention of OP and whenever any of them looks towards her she points at me and makes funny gestures. By this time I am staring into my novel trying to stop myself from bursting out with laughter.
This goes on for about 30 minutes. Finally its time to get off the train. DSDW then says to me.
DSDW: You people are ruining our countries
DSDW: You think you can, but you cant. They will come for you one day.
IMM: Playing a superlative act of being deaf

OP: All sniggering to themselves
DSDW: What about all the doctors and the nurses. Oh God, all the doctors.
IMM: Huh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DSDW: Not very long now.
DSDW: Go back to Africa where you came from!
At this point I notice that DSDW happens to be of African-American origin.
IMM: (In my mind. Else I would have been dead by now) You are the one from Africa, not me!!

Serves me right for ridiculing all those Fair and Lovely ads back home.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

The Weatherman... usually right when he predicts bad weather. So here I am, ten days into October amidst sub zero temperatures and snow... yes snow!!