Nithari - - --err i hope i CAN post such articles here?

Nithari, a village which saw one of the most heinous crimes, one has witnessed. 4 women and 15 children became a supper for 2 hungry men. One a former student of St. Stephens and Bishop Cottons and the other his servant. A lot has been speculated over the last few weeks. For some of us there maybe other ways of passing time but for them it meant killing and sexual molestation.


Moninder’s servant Surinder koli said yesterday that he still wants to kill and also that he tried eating the flesh of the people they had murdered. The families of the dead want the killers to be sent to the gallows. But is it really the solution? I think that they should be handed over to the family members of the dead and they’ll give them what they deserve. And be rest assured that another Moninder and Surinder will never be born.


This case has shown us how efficient our protectors (police) are. When people took their reports to the police officers they were told that why do you people give birth to children if u can’t take care of them? If the police hadn’t acted the way it did then a lot of lives could have been saved. In fact the police should also be categorized as one of the accused. But what does the government do? They just sacked them. What if a minister’s child was killed? I’m sure a lot more would have happened to the police officers than just SACKING.


Police officers treated this case like it was someone jumping a red light. Why did this happen? Because they knew that they will not earn money by doing their duty. Moninder obviously had a lot to offer to the policemen which he did. So no difference between a pimp and those policemen. While Moninder feasted on the children and the women, the policemen kept earning their share.

It was a jungle where there were 2 hungry animals waiting to kill. Even animals have a sense of right and wrong and we consider ourselves superior to all living beings. The incident has shown to what level a human being can stoop. Because of these two men I have started hating my own existence. Never did I imagine that I would witness something like this. An incident that has shaken my soul.

I am wrting blog after a very long time... basically I am not a writer but the past few days have been so ....... (don't have word)...... . While talking to A.P. in college today i thaought of writing something. I really don't know who will take this in what sense...

In the midst of my absentmindedness, I realized how I, for around two years, haven't changed. How I was like a camera filming a movie, watching everything, but not exactly participating in anything and everything. How I saw everything everyone did, and just adjusted my knobs and buttons to keep on filming. And I realized who everyone really was, and I found it ironic, like all those other little things in life, that makes one really wonder why people put on little "acts" at all.

This all, sometimes, makes me sad.
Someone who pretends to be your friend, suddenly behaves like Foe (for no reason).

the icarus that i refuse to be...

Living a dream,i'm a little lost soul
Entranced by the intricacy of the world on a whole
Surrounded by a multitude, yet alone till eternity,
Drowning in the waters of virtual insanity,
Purity in thought and deed,
To the devil i shall never heed,
Till he dawns a heavenly face,
Then i fall out of the goodness race
The consequence to all i've done ...to all i've done
Would surely be a place in the sun,
Don't weep when i say my final goodbye,
Coz thereafter i shall learn to fly...

"the mind doesnt stop strategising"

We do it all the time. Be it smoking, boozing or hickeys, we all want to hide it from our parents and for that we strategise. But why do we do it? Is it just for fun? We do it to experience how it feels. But hiding all this from our folks makes it all the more thrilling. Imagine how boring it'll get if our parents knew it all.
It is the fear of gettiing caught that makes it thrilling.

I still remember when i got my first hickey and i wanted to hide it from my parents. *(i really don't know why im writing this on a public forum.....maybe coz i have nothing better to write)*. So i came back home changed my clothes and started strategising how i'll hide it. I came up with the funniest reasons. While thinking about all the reasons one kinda goes back to the moment in which it happened. At that moment one gets a feeling of gratification. So then one starts thiking how to make it different the next time. There comes strategy again.

ABHISHEK

[first pic taken from my digi cam; second, from my camera phone]

Leafless Trees

Dunno why, but I've always been fascinated by leafless trees. No doubt, they make gloomy pictures, but there's a beauty in their gloom.

Here are a few random shots that I took from my camera-phone, of some leafless trees I saw on the way to college...

Near Nizamuddin...

Near my place...

Haha...this one's with some effects!

Will post some more 'phone' photos in my next post! [is that ok mr. abhishek?... these pics are a part of the maze of my thoughts ;o)]

Unable to understand why?

When I was of 9, I went to one of my auntie’s place with my mother. I started playing cricket there in her lawn with her children. While batting, I hit a ball which directly went inside auntie’s room and broke the mirror of dressing table. It was one of the well furnished dressing tables at auntie’s place. Aunty started shouting on her own children. She didn’t say a single word to me. And started beating one of her son. He was beaten up so badly that he received a minor head injury and fever for four days. I felt very bad. I felt so bad that I decided not to play cricket again in my life! (Unable to understand where I went wrong?)
Though I never stopped playing cricket and still at the age of 24 I play with a passion of a child of 9 or 10 (in terms of enthusiasm not in terms of techniques, hehehe).
But the incident left such an impression on my mind that I decided not to do anything which may result into hurting anyone.
I always try my level best but somehow on a regular basis I hurt [unknowingly or for no reasons] someone very close to my heart. And the frequency is increasing day by day…(Unable to understand why?)
/

Thanks Abhisek!!!!!
Thanks for giving me the permission to write something personal which very often comes from my heart.
wanted to write something in this blog from a very long time...but was afraid of hurting someone. So i stopped myself. Now considering the fact that Abhishek has given me the permission to write i am going to write something that can point out some truth. I request all not to take it otherwise...

Thanking you all for the support!