Love, Life & Happiness

For a very long we watched the mild mannered PM in anticipation, hoping for the moment when the barely heard PM will break his silence on issues of significance. Once he did speak on the matter of food grain rotting in government Godowns, when the courts x same out with scathing observation. Not with regret, or sorrow or remorse, but with righteous arrogance as he told the courts to stay off the turf of governance. Another time he spoke was to admonish his countrymen as schoolkids when they questioned his silence on cwg scam questioning their impatience in the face of massive corruption. He rarely speaks but when he does, it is with such bad pretext and such hurtful connotation that it is hard to believe his mild manners are for real. every time the first attempt is to question the motive of those who question, then to mumble some thing incomprehensible and then exposed, hitting back arrogantly.The same pattern we see in the western funding he raised regarding NGO protesting nuclear p

Every morning begins with a taste of failure, a salty taste like the one which tuches the tongue of a fallen rider, who falls with his head in the mud. Life desperately tries to pull ne out of the quagmire of despair, with those lovely tiny arms pulling me out into the sunday sun, but the sense of loss shamelessly persists. It just tones down and slips into the underlayers of thoughts like a lost river and as evening brings back the helplessness of fading health to fore, with a mild headache, it returns with a scorn-filled glee. By the time the night descends, it gains such enormous proportion of large shadowy presence that it is as scary as a night with impending storm and no light around to offer even a false sense of security. Wife looks through the lies, ignores the medical; she is a woman of strong optimism. She believes I can arrest and reverse the slip on the quicksand if really would decide it. She says it with acerbic desperation, do not know out of love or out of distaste of

Courtsey: Freedigitalohotos.net Courtsey: Freedigitalphotos.net As I set about with a precarious task of writing this blog post, I get a call from back home. It is a usual call, which comes with a unfailing interval of couple of days, notwithstanding, the frequency of my calls in between. When an arm outstretches to you with love, you do feel a sense of inner peace and calm in surrendering your soul to the warm embrace; when the Courtsey: Freedigitalohotos.netarm is outstretched out of desperation, simply because there is no better option available, because the person reaching out is so uneasy about his phone in the larger scheme of social set up, it becomes difficult. And then when the calls more and more turn out to be being made to me as a necesary evil, me being the mere mean to an end, it becomes even more wearisome, for on it makes me feel non-living entity without a soul like a sorry letter-box across the road, which reflect no love, braving the Sun and rain throu

A thought have been troubling my mind for last few days, well, one thought of many which my mind keeps turning back to every now and then. Although, the thought of the an environment that resembles the one wonderfully explained in the "We, The Living" by Ayn Rand, who took the writing to a height at which aphorisms and epigrams float and literature merges with philosophy, which I found in Kerala. Unfortunately, away from the scrutiny of people on the North of Vindhya, a land exists which takes pride in high literacy rate which is part of school studies, but where extortion by trade unions is a matter of day to day life, which is so common that it does not raise the eyebrow of the perpetrator of such broad crimes committed in the name of communism, people paying ransom for just and legal work to the unions, even when they get it done through their own means. I suddenly felt pride on being on the other side of the divide, being from what is termed as "badlands of Bihar&q

I have not written from quite some time, and am again sitting on the laptop to collate, converge and lay out for my thoughts for all to see, in part motivated by the wonderfully made movie "Julie and Julia" about a woman blogger who finds the meaning of life in a blog on cooking following the footsteps of Julia Child (Played by Meryl Streep), an absolutely adorable Amy Adams and a charmingly punctuated and beautiful Meryl Streep, and in part, the relaxing comfort and away from squalor, in wonderful hospitality of Taj West End in Bangalore. I for one, mostly going throught the job of getting through the admissions without much ado in relatively tranquil and quaint pace of small, tier 2 towns, was always amused and more often than not distressed looking at overly indulgent parents flocking the school gates, arrogantly parking large cars in colony streets, taking leaves to help kids in exams. However, from the arcadia of high morals, I had to step down into the squalor of comm

Supreme court of India makes a landmark judgement cancelling 122 telecom licences. This flies in the face of the argument of telecom minister who had termed it as zero loss. It would have been worth his while if he had checked as to why the same spectrum went out at 16 crore per MHz in 2G, when the same could bring in 180 crore per MHz in an open auction. Dr. Subramanium Swamy comes out as a proud crusader, who fought a lonely battle and lived to tell it. Industry raises concern that this will impact investment which is absolutely confusing. When Enron did not impact US market as investment destination. My view is that it will undoubtedly create some temporary volatility, but it will eventually proclaim the lofty height of Indian justice systems which it, even in today's gloomy world is capable of scaling to when called for. I suppose, only market I find a peg in the otherwise disbalanced world and not only because the same minister who drives the ministry now, runs ministry of e