Kasab is going to be Hanged

Finally the verdict. I remember the tears which fell when I was posting the article on Sandeep.

I do not know what our great democracy proved but one 19+ was given an open carpet to have fun with lives of innocent people.

A small intelligence failure

I want to close my eyes
Seeing dreams
Never to wake up
To light

I love that darkness
And the color it has
For I see pictures
Flowing rivers
And me conquering the world

No second chance

There are things people believe they should have told at the right moment.

Here are few thngs I wanted to say at few crucial junctures but did not say because I was not sharp enough



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I was asked on my way home after purchasing vegetables that whether I am the home delivery guy. This was surprising for me because I thought I was looking like a gentleman with a French beard. I did not have an answer. As soon as I reached home I was feeling awkward what I should have told him. I should have simply told “Yes. I am the home delivery guy to my home only. You better be one.”


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I smell lot of testosterone in your company (to be understood as office). In fact that is exactly what I thought when I saw few unruly guys from another company tried to garner space in the lift

Satyam a scary name

I found a new way to scare the telemarketers. These days I just tell them I work for Satyam and they just keep the phone without even telling about what they called for

Lets Salute

I don't know any religion. I have no GOD. I just tell Hey GOD all the time when I am in trouble and just get one deity on my tongue Lord Guruvayurappa. When I saw the terrorists just shooting down those innocent guys, I know I am questioned. I have been sensitized but I still go into my shell. I hope not this time for sure. I work in a connected world and I soon got Orkut profile of Major Sandeep Unnikrishnan in my mail. I was moved. He looked one among us but neverthless laid life for us.

I remembered Jeswin's words “It is professional, you don't have to glorify the martyrdom”. It may be true, but it is a noble profession. Why would some one take a low paying ( Compared to corporate standards) and give his life for a nation that does not remember the heroes? I may go back to my shell of self degradation but today I realised there is nothing to feel bad about. May it be Captain Vijayant Thapar's mail before he went for the assault in Kargil or Major Sandeep's story, it truly inspires.

I know for sure that what I should be doing. I would still believe the country will still produce guys like Sandeep. We will have to reaffirm the faith what we have in this great nation. Guys like Thackerays can stay hidden in their comfy zones and not come out and take arms against the terrorists. May be there would have been no media to show their heroics and they would not have done anything. I have also heard Sandeep was from Bihar regiment (Also some say it is Gujarat). Raj Thackeray should be knowing in tomorrow Paper for sure Kerala/Karnataka guy in Bihar regiment in Mumbai to free it from terrorists. Hope he gets the concept of India tomorrow at least.

Let us be honest about our fears. Let us believe that we are Superpowers but let us be humble enough to believe that human will is what differentiates the common people and the heroes. Politicians are like us. Scums who are in comfort zone but those Young officers in the army is different. Let us salute the brave Army men.

King Of Slaves Confessions

I had a look. A look that deceives my sense of humilation and self pity. In me I was an animal. It waits and stares at the opposite sex. Thinks about the utter pleasure of banging into anything. I felt that was wrong. A wrong no one can correct.

I never thought that I am incapable, inefficent and insane. I am not realistic in purist term. I love to sleep in a cozy cot with a tumbler of water kept by my side. In the morning when the sunlight comes, I should not know what time it was. Yes I want to lay down and sleep. I want to see dreams. Dreams of love, sex and wealth. It is ridiculous. We call it the day dreaming. Yes. I am one in the group. A good for nothing, scum and pitiful creature.

If I see sunlight I argue about beautiful things, suffering of millions and that our government is not doing anything. If I see injustice, I dont react. I just shutup and talk about it without doing anything. If I see a goon and he threatens me I am scared. It is the life of some one who does not know what to do.

I see movies and get inspired by few of them. I believe I was the hero in that movie and I have a chance to be with beautiful heroines and I do what I am supposed to do in the movie. The thing is that i cannot do the slightest thing the guy does and forget about the movie two days after. If people as k me what I am good at, this is what I am best at. Imagining about things that never is on my way.

I have given life lessons but at the end of the day my class is still far away. In all this juncture I still believe I have not missed one thing. It is to look into myselves.

Santhosh :)

The name means happiness or one who is always happy. Now why do I like the name? It is the name of the kid who ran behind the so called hooligans or terrorists in Delhi thinking that they have dropped something valuable. I feel the guys who had done that, whoever it may be would have seen that kid’s face and the small sign of innocence. I feel whatever it may be; the killers will remember that face and it will haunt them throughout their life.

Let’s go back to Santhosh and have that small sign of innocence to preserve deep in my mind. Let future generations do not find humanity and innocence in museum.