Day of Murders, Murderers and Turban wearers

The Bouncer guy who attacked young blond women with hammer and smashed their heads in 2006 in London was found guilty today. Bastard!
Remains of children abused and murdered in Jersey are being recovered, as I write. Crazy.
Whats more crazy is Hillary in her desperation released a photo of Obama dressed up as a Somali tribal elder, in one of his many visits to Africa. Oh, my, my, an American leader with empathy for other cultures?

He must be a terrorist, he wears a Turban!
I hope she loses, terribly, such a selfish woman.

Female Feoticide

In Punjab and Haryana, the female to male ration is so low that it's almost a national disaster. They are importing girls from states as far as Bihar and Assam for thier brides. We are paying for them today, when they are not sale anymore we will go and loot them. That day is not too far.
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RIP little Angel

Various reasons exist to why these little girls are murdered. They mostly have something to do with with our greed, selfishness and warped sense of honour. These baby killers are go unpunished even after many laws have been passed. Various NGOs have been campaigning and trying to make a change.

Please don't kill my sisters

My wife recently has been very touched and affected by this phenomenon and unlike me who just let's out "oomph" and walks to the fridge for a gulp of orange juice, she is doing something to combat this scrounge. She has started to blog about this evil and planning to rise much needed awareness.
India shining would be so bright without any girls, what do you say?

Living in the UK

I have been living in the south of England for over 15 months now, and I have mixed feelings about this place, like every other place I have lived in. The English culture is ever pervasive, both good and bad aspects of it, unlike Canada. In Canada I never felt Canadian culture hanging in the air, it was as sterile as Hospital ward, culturally that is.
One thing British which I love is Radio 4. Waking up Jim Humphries grilling a politician is ah out of the world, very middle class some of you may snigger. I Love BBC 4 documentaries. The other aspect I love about British are their pubs and Beer, esp. the ales. Horsham, where I live has wonderful micro brewery brewing one of the best range of real ales I have had the fortune of tasting.
I hate the snobbery of the cultured class here, how they look down upon everything which they consider not cultured. The drinking culture among the youth is seen to be believed, they binge of weekend nights and cause huge damage. There are not many negative aspects of British culture.
I have to move to Houston soon, a cultural wasteland, and I will miss all the cultural this great land has to offer.

Riya

The sweat from her forehead dripped into her eyes and Riya woke up with a jitter. She fumbled for the bottle of water by the bed and took few sips of it, and then she looked at the clock by her bed. 2:00 AM the clock's neon lettering screamed at her, a scorn appeared on her face, "when will this fucking day end" she muttered to herself as she went back to bed again and continued to stare at the white walled ceiling, as if hoping for a miracle or at least hand to lift her off from this misery.

Today is the last exam of her third semester, the last five were miserable. Handied in empty sheets. The life drained out of her, the walk lost its spring, the eyes lost thier gleen, the smile lost its crispness. "Nothing, I am fine" is the only sentence she spoke.

The old bed, which the British left behind, creaked as she tossed hoping to see a Miracle on her left, as if mocking her. The constant creak of springs sounded as if they were singing an ode to her defeat and constantly asking her to give up. She tossed again and they squeaked again. Failure hurts.

Riya Patwardhan, still remembers the day she walked into the college couple of years ago and it seems so long ago. She closed her eyes and the happy Riya flashed before eyes, the dry eyes eyes managed to scoop up few tears from the depths a few tear rolled down her cheeks. She didn't attempt to wipe them away, crying is a luxury for her and she enjoys the scarce tear as a desert enjoys its summer rain.

Her parents were so proud of her, only daughter of two teachers from Raipur. A over achiever since her childhood, she sang rhymes when other kids were fumbling at the alphabets, she did Algebra when other kids were reciting the numbers. She always stood first in her class, she got into the best engineering school.

The first year was a breeze, everyone and everything was under her spell, the profs, the students, the hallways and the flowers. She scored straight A's. Good grades, big dreams, bright smiles, sunny days and tearful farewells; she left home for her summer vacation.

Everything changed the day she got down at the excuse for a railway station at Raipur. The familiar face of her dad looking eagerly for her was absent, "Where are you papa?" she almost muttered impatiently as she got down. A hand touched her shoulder, and when she turned she saw her mum, there is something different about her, something sad, something very sad. "Ma, where is papa?" asked Riya, she never got an answer.

"He has a new home, Riya, he lives with an other woman now" her mum said while travelling in the rickety Auto. The Auto bounced from a huge pothole and that made Riya severely sick. She could feel the whole world around her being sucked into a big whirlpool. The world as she knew collapsed there in the main street of Raipur.

The auto stopped at the only traffic light in Raipur, a motorcycle came and stopped by her auto. Riya recognised the shoes, she lifted her head up, and saw her dad with an other woman with her arm wound around his waist. Riya fainted, and the auto turned towards the Government hospital.

Media and society, what's the equation?

I am having this discussion with a freind on the media's respoibilty towards the society. She says that the media should play a proactive role in defining the morality and ethics. Well, everything started when she said that karan johar should be more responsible than soiling the "definition of marraige"
This is what i had to say, I start with my premise:

"The media has a Responsibility towards the society; it starts with defining what's the acceptable moral and ethical behaviour is and after defining it, adhering to these standards"

I don't agree with both these counts; media doesn't owe anything to the society. Media is there to make the money, let it do so. The social responsibility clause people tag it with is just hopeless.

Well, Media and society are in a symbiotic relationship, and they evolve together. Media shows what the society want, and the society sees what it wants.

Indian society was supposedly not ready for kissing in early 90s. Pioneers like Raj Kapoor kissed away to the bank. Straight jackets then cried on top their voices that this 'immorality' is corrupting our youth. I watched the side shot of Zeenat Tamman in 'ram teri ganga mailye hogayi' umpteen times, I turned out OK, atleast not bad I guess.

If the society wasn't ready for kissing then it would have voted with their wallets and purses.

Now, this idea of KANK pushing a new paradigm of 'the search for love is eternal' and can be found even after betrothed, even with an other individual outside the nuptial bond, corrupting 16 year old guys, is as unfounded as the above argument (ufff, that was a long sentence, pardon me).

There is this notion called personal responsibility, and it should come first before asking the media to put control on what it has to show. There has to be a line drawn somewhere like, porn and gore, which you wouldn't want to watch on the sidewalk, walking to your bus-stop. If you think your 12 year old daughter is not ready for this movie about screwed up relations, don't take her to it. In fact You yourself don't go and make your friends not go. Let karan know that you are offended.

The same happened with mira nair and her films. A few morons thought they were doing a big favour by destroying her "water" set. I hate her movies too, i never watch them. I don't go about destroying the sets, I don't ask her not to make big generalizations on India. It's her call, her freedom.

To conclude, personal responsibility trumps media social responsibility. Educate your kids show them how to tread in this world full of choices.