Missing my miss

The sun shone as it did yesterday

The air filling my lungs tasted the same

The bus had the usual faces

The office was as creepy as it always was

Today seemed usual, same as yesterday

I miss you still.

Two days seems lika a decade

A ugly mountain which I dont want to climb

 

Please come soon.

Is this the India of Bhagat Singh????

The news blared something about IPL yesterday morning. My sleepy head on a usual Sunday morning made it difficult to make sense of it. After few minutes of trying, news started making sense. IPL schedule and election schedule are clashing. Security concerns. Various states diplomatically backing out from providing security. Decision to be taken by afternoon. It all seems very normal in India. I changed the channel being sure in my head that IPL will start on the scheduled date and in India.

The post lunch session of TV viewing shook me to core. The decision for the aforesaid issue was taken and IPL was supposed to happen outside India. Either in UK or South Africa. I don't know what is the general reaction of the masses but I feel cheated. I could not see any reason as to why the 'INDIAN PREMIERE LEAGUE' should happen outside India. Is our government and defence so fragile and weak that this country cannot accommodate two events in a day, that too in few cities. 

What kind of impact it will have?? The economy is depressed and such decisions just add to the low confidence in this country. There would have been some demand created and the wheel of economy would have churned a little. Some sectors earnings would have shot up. The effect would have tricked down to the various sectors of the society. The foreign exchange earnings would have strengthened and would have brought pressure on rupee to appreciate. But the government used election to play safe.

I am trying to recall a terrorist attack during a election time(barring J&K). Well all the local gundas will be tipped off by the political parties to capture a booth or stop/force people to vote. The police would be a spectacular spectator. A thought popped up. According to the government, all the security would be provided for the election. So, I suppose that there should be no such incident during election. Well we will have to wait. 

Mumbai was hit, what did our esteemed government do?? Anything substantial ? Nothing. Srilankan cricketers hit and suddenly all the players become a prime target. Rather than showing our strength and solidarity we choose a more convenient path. Shift the tournament. So easy!!! Why cannot, we be sure that our security will be full proof during the matches? Why are we not looking to mend the loopholes? 

I believe this government has no idea of the state of affairs. No intelligence in place. So just play safe. Take the tournament to other country. Not our headache. 

We are being forced to live under a constant fear of attacks and terror. Decisions like these are just confirming that we cannot rely on this loose machinery called government to rectify it. Government is not responsible for its entrepreneur.  

Was this the country which gave birth to fearless and selfless leaders? Was it the same blood? Its a shame!!!!

BACK TO SQAURE ONE - once again

What do you say to a friend who is leaving? 

A person who comes into your life at the darkest moment and then gives you hope and reasons to smile. A person whom you hate at the first sight and he makes you realize what a gem of a person he is. He would have a PJ for every god damn situation. For a moment, he would suddenly go into oblivion, his problems haunting him. Will lift his head and make sure no one has noticed and then the PJ's start again. He would take blame for everything which would show me wrong. Will give away a 50rs. note to a begging girl. Will not allow me to spend a penny knowing that I am near to bankruptcy. 

Shamelessly he would narrate how he steals my blog to impress his friends and somehow it don't make me angry. Would listen to all your problems and would never mention his. How we would just keep on blabbering over daaru. Feed the dogs at our building. Try to understand the meaning and purpose of life.

I am sorry if it was not interesting, it was not supposed to be interesting. I am angry and I am sad. 

The person ..... what the hell! I will tell you directly. Whatever I say here would come out straight from my heart. I am using this platform only because I will not be able to face you. You are a rascal of huge proportions who never ever say die. Do you even know that there is a option when you say I quit and the pain ends. Add to that the ur high emotional involvement in everything you do. Are you god, you created this world? Thoda practical ban jaa, learn to think about urself. Then you are a bugger too. You would keep bugging people till they don't abuse you. Why do you need to do that? Tere ____ main keeda hai toh dusre ko kyun tang karta hai.Abbie jaisa khuda ne banaya ab toh waise hi rahoge. 

Be the way you are. Please stay man!! (I can't, I am sorry. I am not as strong you are).  I am gonna miss you man! The daarus, the ice creams, the parties, the pranks, the aunty's mess, the photography sessions, the bitching about the company, good night cigarettes, the bike rides, your ridiculous singing, the bet on songs. 

But then, you need to go and solve a problem. A problem which needs to be solved and you are gonna fucking solve it. I don't like to see you miserable or afraid. So don't be. Just fucking solve the god damn problem. 

Yes, one more thing I and my girlfriend will adopt you any given day. 

Somethings which will always remind me of you:

"Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Into this house were born

Into this world were thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out on loan

Riders on the storm

Theres a killer on the road

His brain is squirmin like a toad

Take a long holiday

Let your children play

If ya give this man a ride

Sweet memory will die

Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man

Girl ya gotta love your man

Take him by the hand

Make him understand

The world on you depends

Our life will never end

Gotta love your man, yeah

Wow!

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Into this house were born

Into this world were thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out alone

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm"

We dont need no education.
We dont need no thought control.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom.
Teacher, leave those kids alone.
Hey, teacher, leave those kids alone!
All in all its just another brick in the wall.
All in all youre just another brick in the wall.

We dont need no education.
We dont need no thought control.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom.
Teachers, leave those kids alone.
Hey, teacher, leave those kids alone!
All in all youre just another brick in the wall.
All in all youre just another brick in the wall.