Why berate? Celebrate!

Yesterday was Valentine’s day. Although the last few years have seen the celebrations marred by protest campaigns engineered by moral policing agencies or simply outfits/organizations out to get their 15 mins of fame, this year saw the junta throwing it back at them, most notably in the form of pink chaddis!  

In a show of non-violent protest that would have made the Mahatma proud, a consortium of ‘pub-going, loose and forward women’ couriered lots and lots of pink chaddis with slogans written over them to an outfit that was caught on camera shamelessy hitting unarmed women and then going to town saying that they had done no wrong and will continue to shove their ideology of ‘Indian culture’ down peoples throaths.

Score one more for the power of the internet. 

By and large, the celebrations in Mumbai were peaceful. Sober, yes, but that is how the city has been for somtime now.

A marketing gimmick , celebration of love…call it what you like, but Valentine’s day certainly makes for interesting events; and what the heck, if it is giving you a chance to indulge in some celebrations, why not? (hic)

Cheers!

P.S. Alec Smart asked “what is the ram sena’s favorite exam question?”

Ans: Answer in brief…

(Not just) Another Face in the dark..

 

 

There is in every human countenance either a history or a prophecy which must sadden, or at least soften every reflecting observer

- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

My first M-blog post!

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Agent Smith: “I’d like to share a revelation that I’ve had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species. I realized that you’re not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment, but you humans do not. You move to an area, and you multiply, and multiply, until every natural resource is consumed. The only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet, you are a plague…”

And we humans kill without the slightest hesitation too…indeed, shame on us

Morning Musings

It is that time of the year again when one instant you are woken up by a clap of thunder and the very next instant lulled back to sleep by the pitter- patter of raindrops.

 

Today, I was shaken out of my sleep by the rain lashing against my window. I woke up to a wet dawn that appeared so lazy in its demeanor that I was nudged back to curl up on my bed. Our permanent resident, Mr. Sun wasn’t visible anywhere as the horizon was hidden behind dark menacing clouds. Taken his compensatory off, I thought.

 

There is something very sweet, very satisfying about the morning nap which I take immediately after waking up. I revel in the stubborn refusal to get up. It’s my way of telling the world to back off… “I’m the master of my universe”, well, till 6:45am anyways. This daily tussle is something which is immensely enjoyable. Today, of course the setting added to the beauty of the entire situation.

 

I opened one eye to look accusingly at the clock which was inching closer to the dreaded time of the day when I would have to end my nightly sojourns and set off ‘in pursuit of happYness’. However, the beautiful setting was playing cheerleader today and I wasn’t about to give up easily. The tussle continued for some more time. Then, at last, accepting the fact that another day had risen, although Mother Nature was trying to be deceptive, I clambered out of my bed to prepare to don my worldly avatar.

 

Today, however, something was amiss. The household appeared to be quieter than usual. My dear mother, in her pursuit to ensure that I eat well (err…rather well, in fact) usually ensures that she has a symphony of clanking utensils playing in the kitchen. I inquiringly walked into the kitchen only to find a surprised look on her face, “Why are you up so early on a Sunday morning?”

 

With a sheepish smile that stretched from ear to ear, I quietly climbed back into my bed…