Why? This is a question that is surely plaguing the minds of each and every Indian as they follow the total mayhem that the innocent citizens of Mumbai and parts of the world have been subjected to over the past 36 hours.
Why are these terrorists so angry?
What motivates them to perform such carnage?
Why do they think their religion propels them to perform such acts in the name of their God?
Why is it that human lives are snuffed with so much calm and calculated precision?
Why is that people have to wait for a single phone call or text message from loved ones caught in the crossfire?
Why is that 20 or so mad terrorists can lay siege to a city of a more than a million people?
Why is it that our government and the various task forces are caught so unprepared?
Why is it that people recount that they saw the boats and trawlers dock and people alight only after it is so late?
Why?
Why?
Why?
And when will it all end...
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
And everytime you go away...
You take a piece of me with you...
I don't want to come across as a lovestruck teenager. But my darling G is away for two days on an official visit to the capital. Its been a couple of hours since he left.
And I'm already missing him terribly:(
I don't want to come across as a lovestruck teenager. But my darling G is away for two days on an official visit to the capital. Its been a couple of hours since he left.
And I'm already missing him terribly:(
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Passing Judgement!
I woke up yesterday to a shocking news which made headlines across all leading dailies in Bangalore.
A 30 year old software professional smothered his 28 year old wife. And then took his own life.
Her mistake: he suspected her of having an extra-marital affair. His mistake I suppose was that he loved her too much to fathom losing her. But was it worth it at the end. For after all what he left behind were two suffering and broken families.
And the whole world has been sitting smugly passing judgement. The poor girl's social networking site has been flooded with vile remarks and mud slinging.
Not to forget the media that glorifies every episode in the common man's life, invades privacy and leaves the most sacrosanct instances open to debate and public bashing.
In my opinion everybody should just let it be. After all who are we to pass judgement. And try to decipher what happens within the four walls of each household or the human mind.
Suffice for me to say it is wrong to analyse a situation that none knows about.
May the two souls find peace and may in death they be able to sort out their differences and find solace.
A 30 year old software professional smothered his 28 year old wife. And then took his own life.
Her mistake: he suspected her of having an extra-marital affair. His mistake I suppose was that he loved her too much to fathom losing her. But was it worth it at the end. For after all what he left behind were two suffering and broken families.
And the whole world has been sitting smugly passing judgement. The poor girl's social networking site has been flooded with vile remarks and mud slinging.
Not to forget the media that glorifies every episode in the common man's life, invades privacy and leaves the most sacrosanct instances open to debate and public bashing.
In my opinion everybody should just let it be. After all who are we to pass judgement. And try to decipher what happens within the four walls of each household or the human mind.
Suffice for me to say it is wrong to analyse a situation that none knows about.
May the two souls find peace and may in death they be able to sort out their differences and find solace.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
A moving experience.
Excuse me Madam. May God bless you!
This sentence uttered by a demure, young sales girl at Nilgiris had me in tears. There are so many ways in which God hands out his blessing. And, I do know that was God telling me that he is watching over me and my family:)
Today Arhaan turns one. At 4.04 to be precise. And my joy knows no bounds. I definitely am more excited than he is. After all today is when the mother in me too was born.
We decided to bring in Baby A's birthday with a small donation to Rakum Blind School. And that's how I encountered the sales girl while we were shopping for rations for the blind school.
And there was no better way of wishing Baby A than the 100 odd children singing 'Happy birthday'.
This sentence uttered by a demure, young sales girl at Nilgiris had me in tears. There are so many ways in which God hands out his blessing. And, I do know that was God telling me that he is watching over me and my family:)
Today Arhaan turns one. At 4.04 to be precise. And my joy knows no bounds. I definitely am more excited than he is. After all today is when the mother in me too was born.
We decided to bring in Baby A's birthday with a small donation to Rakum Blind School. And that's how I encountered the sales girl while we were shopping for rations for the blind school.
And there was no better way of wishing Baby A than the 100 odd children singing 'Happy birthday'.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
1!
Baby A turns one tomorrow. And oh what a roller coaster ride the first year has been.
It just seems like yesterday that I walked into Jehangir Hospital, Pune with Mom, Dad, Dimple and Darling G. My maternity bag in tow. And here I am sitting today reminiscing the year gone by. That too in a jiffy!
Baby A has metamorphosised from the little bundle that he was into a little boy eagerly running around discovering his universe.
This afternoon when I went home during lunch hour he was busy pulling out the linen from the cupboard. Just to discipline him I raised my voice and he turned around, gave me the cheekiest smile imaginable and then burst into a fit of giggles. And then we both were rolling on the bed in fits of laughter.
And to imagine that a year back he was so small, tiny with flailing arms and legs. And here he is today able to express his joy to me. Not to discount his equal expression of all that annoys him.
I know what it takes to be a mother now and all I can say is that god gave me my masterpiece and I called him 'Arhaan'.
It just seems like yesterday that I walked into Jehangir Hospital, Pune with Mom, Dad, Dimple and Darling G. My maternity bag in tow. And here I am sitting today reminiscing the year gone by. That too in a jiffy!
Baby A has metamorphosised from the little bundle that he was into a little boy eagerly running around discovering his universe.
This afternoon when I went home during lunch hour he was busy pulling out the linen from the cupboard. Just to discipline him I raised my voice and he turned around, gave me the cheekiest smile imaginable and then burst into a fit of giggles. And then we both were rolling on the bed in fits of laughter.
And to imagine that a year back he was so small, tiny with flailing arms and legs. And here he is today able to express his joy to me. Not to discount his equal expression of all that annoys him.
I know what it takes to be a mother now and all I can say is that god gave me my masterpiece and I called him 'Arhaan'.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
1156.
1156 was the number of our studio apartment at Lakeview, Munnar.
And this is the resort we stayed at.
And this is G and me on our 2nd honeymoon.
This is the room with a view.
And its all thanks to Darling G! I had a lovely birthday and an equally romantic Valentines day. After a good two years we took a holiday where we did nothing. Which is then what holidays are supposed to be. Among the misty dales of Munnar we romanced each other interspersed with soaking in the verdant beauty that is Munnar.
It was a truly beautiful birthday gift and just one of the reasons why I love G so much:)
Monday, February 11, 2008
Airport!
Neither am I a frequent flyer and neither do I wake up wondering which city I am in. But the last four days saw me spend a considerable amount of time at airports. When I travelled to Chennai on work and the other time when I went to drop Baby A to Pune. With a lot of time and nothing to do I began to notice things around me which one normally decides to give a go-by.
Harrowed mothers running behind their high-energy children while their dads sat reading the days newspaper.
Intellectual businessmen typing away busily on their laptops formulating great financial deals. Loud mouthed pot-bellied traders haggling loudy and furiously over their mobile phones.
The whites loitering around as the sea of humanity around burped, farted and belched!
Shoes sqeaking, bags rolling, the constant drone of aircraft engine, firstimers looking totally lost and equally scared.
Kohl lined, primly dressed and made-up air hostesses in red, blue and white with not a hair out of place.
Black, white and brown officious looking pilots briskly walking past.
Yawning, bored and tired security personnal as they whisked, checked and x-rayed a tide of bags and humans.
Bored looking sandwiches soggy and stale waiting to be picked up.
Newspapers and books crisp and white staring out through the glass.
Static over the intercom and announcers with strange accents trying to sound all English.
And me sitting there as all these sounds unified in one big crescendo!
Life is unique and its upto us to find appreciation in the smallest of things rather than to sit around and watch it float by.
Harrowed mothers running behind their high-energy children while their dads sat reading the days newspaper.
Intellectual businessmen typing away busily on their laptops formulating great financial deals. Loud mouthed pot-bellied traders haggling loudy and furiously over their mobile phones.
The whites loitering around as the sea of humanity around burped, farted and belched!
Shoes sqeaking, bags rolling, the constant drone of aircraft engine, firstimers looking totally lost and equally scared.
Kohl lined, primly dressed and made-up air hostesses in red, blue and white with not a hair out of place.
Black, white and brown officious looking pilots briskly walking past.
Yawning, bored and tired security personnal as they whisked, checked and x-rayed a tide of bags and humans.
Bored looking sandwiches soggy and stale waiting to be picked up.
Newspapers and books crisp and white staring out through the glass.
Static over the intercom and announcers with strange accents trying to sound all English.
And me sitting there as all these sounds unified in one big crescendo!
Life is unique and its upto us to find appreciation in the smallest of things rather than to sit around and watch it float by.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
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