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The bloody diamond

The bloody diamond
This is life

Welcome to the imperfect world

Welcome to the super-real world where survival comes first, much before the high alter preachings of excellence (for others only). So if you are the one who does not have to survive, or does not care - you have a choice not to remain here.

For others, please have a seat and take cover - here anything can happen anytime and you may just become a faceless co-lateral damage. Everything here is related to life and death, pains and agonies, treacheries and conspiracies, cons and deceit, treason and betrayals, despair and darkness - we just do not live in any perfect world.

BUT that is why the blog is here at all - let there be light. It aspires to show the way, to train myself and my friends in the defense against the dark arts. It is also related to hope and courage, renunciation and redemption, indomitable will and lust for life - the immortal battle with the dark side. Red flag fluttering in the gentle wind, all hands on deck, war cries in the air, daggers drawn, no quarters given nor asked, no hostages taken - we must fight till the last man standing

Rest assured, you are in good hands. These hands, with all the talents or the lack of them, with all the liveliness and the inner brooding, with the over-sized ego and the extra-ordinary humility, with all the goodness and the devilish designs - have been war veterans - they have fought for decades in the battle of survival.

Happy surviving




Love in blood

Love in blood

The inescapable war within

It is the curse of the human that we are constantly at wars. War with the Government, society, family, spouse, children, Boss, peer, friends, neighbours. Some of these are overt, some crude, some plain enmity but some are subtle, some barely palpable, some low key and guerilla types, some are cold as razors, some are dry like the funeral pyres.

Most of these cannot be own with force or when you try for winning - sometimes you have to lose to win them. Some are more like trials than wars, they never show the faces, never let you see their pimples, just shadows, the kafkaesque faceless executioners take over.

For all these, we need inner strength, we need strategies. Sometimes the objective is survival, sometimes it's plain escape from the random blades, sometimes the heady delight of beheading the enemy. Sometimes it is sheer joy to be alive, sometimes happiness comes over from a walkover or just a walkaway, without even a careless looking back. Often it is a mixed feeling - the agony, the ecstasy, the brutal orgasm or a complete disenchanted detachment - a shelter in the NOW. They sometimes need courage, need cunning finesse, sometimes ruthless lack of values of a son-of-the-bitch, sometimes daring flamboyant recklessness, maybe even stoic nonchalance. But the best of the best generals in the wars of life, always win without unnecessary bloodshed or even none of it at all.

But the most painful and fearful of all these wars are the ones with oneself. It could be a conflict between mind and heart or even the soul that holds our values dear. And this is one war that always hurts, always wounds, always bleeds one dry, always keeps one awake through the fearful night with the shadows of the beautiful lacey curtains blowing in the gentle wind and making shadows of our most intimate fears within. It is like a nation under seize, and alas, there is no escape. When you will kill yourself softly, no survival strategy ever works.



Saturday, September 19, 2009

Koli .. I mean.. Cattle-Yuga – Survive from the holy politicians

In a republic, public is the most important thing and regard them so highly that you constantly tell lies to them to garner the votes. This is the motto of our beloved leaders. Some prefer to call them jokers, but I will stick to their original status. What sins did we commit to not deserve them?

On a perfect back-handed volley by one of the most colorful characters of our times, a man with exceptional talent and intelligence, on his twitter account is attracting daily fire-smacking and mudslinging by our big leaders, small people of all hues - complainer, bootlicker, saboteur, bully, backstabber, wheeler-dealer, muckraker, mudslinger, swamp dweller, life-hater and what-not ! They are throwing up daily fits in trying to fit in some of their runaway ambitions and in the bargain raised a big question mark over the basic integrity of a whole bloodied nation. All in the indirect blessing of the low-integrity high-command or in a desperate bid to please that ubiquitous and cunning supreme power called Lady.

A bona-fide sharp wit has thrown up the golden half-chance. Sharp knifes are out, cold as a razor blade, tight as a tourniquet, dry as a funeral drum, blood-hungry like the Casius dagger. The victim is running around in search of some nook and it is an ex-parte, open field for the very small people to make the goals.

Ipso facto, by the very fact that the remark was made to answer a diabolical question which used the word “cattle class” – which is oh so T R U E by any view and standard, the return volley included the “holy cow” which, to any witty person, is appropriate answer and a respectable wit. But that is being used as the body of crime, Corpus delicti, goes to point to the deep rot in our political system and not a fallacy on the commentator.

In the middle of this macabre theater of the absurd, it’s a cold comfort that The Lady or his even more holy son are silent till now – as no one dare disturb the sound of silence.
("Fools," said I, "you do not know Silence like a cancer grows” – courtesy Paul Simon – “And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made”). This has given even more ammunition to the power-hungry scums to shout louder and suggest more and more punishment ? Punishment ? I am laughing so hard that a health disaster is imminent. This is cattle-yug, Supreme Lord, make me blind, and don’t forget deaf and dumb and do it NOW.

The drama that is being enacted by the ruling party for a long time is diabolical enough, now they have suddenly got a new and potent weapon called “austerity”. To re(lease) the public in the pond of lies, every Tom Dick (and even their Mom !!??) are traveling with the cattle class (quite a revelation – I always though they were the pigs – to be slaughtered). While hundreds of crores being spent on their security alone (and hundereds on other facilities), they are saving “Rs. 8000” and flashing it in all the newspapaers at the expense of crores ? What about the lacs. Crores of Indian black money in the foreign secret accounts (of which I won’t be surprised if our Emperor family has 20000 crores) ? What about the thousands of crores of public (I mean of those pigs – I mean cattles) money that is stolen and siphoned off every year ? What about the lacs of crores that the industrialists have not paid back the banks (our banks !) ? What about the lacs of crores that have been raised from the public on the share market and the companies vanished into the blues – have you ever seen even one of those 2000+ companies being punished ? What about the thousands of crores that are shown and agricultural income every year and not a paisa of tax paid on them ? Simple, you buy a fabulous farm house in Mehrauli with 15 crores, show it as 50 Lacs, and then show that every year it produces tomatos and cabbages of Rs. 14 crores – 100% tax-free as agricultural income. I dare Pranab tax the agricultural income at 0.5% (that too above Rs. 5 Lacs) which will force them to declare the return every year. I am ready to bet my wife and daughter that he can’t. He will be lynched by the politicians of all parties together. The theft and the siphoning of money seems to have been systematic and institutionalized under the 50 year rule of the “Party”. It’s party time, folks.

The issue is that it is not a question of saving Rs. 8000/- or 8 lacs or it’s real benefit (The Telegraph showed a few days that by not using the Government plane, our Foreign Minister is spending much more on the commercial planes). The question is to make a Suggestio falsi, present a vicious lie to the cattles (or they think us as pigs ? ) that is the general public. These scums do not do any pro bono social work, they do their own aggrandizement for which we spend thousands of crores of our money. Philosophers say that “Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful”, then why are we still putting up with these scums ?

Manmohan Singh, the only man among the wolves but who still behaves like a boy in front of the Lady, has spoken that the comment was made as a joke but what was missing was the ruthless finality of a fullstop and that obviously did not make much difference to the wolves on the scent of child blood.

The incident is a landmark in the sense that it is making a wrong precedent in the matters of public dealing and honesty of the rare people like Tharoor. The problem of planting a poison tree is that while some trees may not give fruit, a poison tree will always give fruit, one day or the other. If it doesn’t, men will fly across the heavens!

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