What’s the Issue?

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You know something is not right when your playlist has only two songs on repeat mode “Jaane yeh kya hua” from KCK and Ali Haider “Purani Jeans” … find any connection?

You know something is not right when you go to Tirupati and don’t ask anything for yourself from Lord Venkateshwara.

You know something is not right when you say that you’ve stopped worrying about weight gain(actually you mean in it) when your well-wisher points out your “pot belly”.

You know something is not right when you finish filling your appraisal form in 30 mins flat(this is supposed to ‘best’ year in your career) that too after several warnings from your boss that you will miss the last date of   submission. Is it his headache?

You know something is not right when you feel elated to see that your areas for improvement from last year’s appraisal need to be copy pasted to this year as well.

You know something is not right when you don’t actually want to join Sri Ram Sene even after not having a ‘Valentine’ for last few years in a row.

You know something is not right when you are happy even after letting a life changing opportunity go by just like that.

I have not been to a Titan Eye+ store phir bhi kuch to hua hai…..otherwise  what is the explanation for this state of eternal happiness.

PS: Next up another filler post ….

The day he confessed and another day Bangalore rocked – Part 1

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AK Warning this is a long and boring post divided in 2 parts, so please read at your own risk.

July 20, 2009

He confessed to the judge and said “Please go ahead and hang me”. You all know ‘Him’, come on he’s a star, a champion of ‘their cause’, a 21 yr old uneducated labour living in one of the poorest parts of his country. One day he fought with his father for a new dress and fled his home and went on to plan a dacoity to earn money and while aquiring arms from the ‘terror shop’ he discovered that he needed ‘training’ to ‘operate’ those weapons. So he along with his mate joined ‘their organization’ saying he wants to fight for the ’cause’. He filled some forms there and became a member. Soon he was sent for training in different ‘camps’. He was told that “Go, kill, die and be famous also get a lot of money”.

He learnt how to operate the most sophisticated weapon systems which even ‘enemy’ country’s soldiers don’t have opportunity to see even. He learnt how that countries different agencies specially their “secret service” agency operate and how to ‘fool’ them. He was shown videos of the atrocities committed by the enemy authorities upon ‘their community’. He learnt so much in 10-12 weeks flat. He was brilliant and his performance impressed his “mentors” so he was chosen for a ‘coveted mission’ a mission that would change his obscure life and lives of many ‘kafirs'(please google for the exact meaning of the word) but will fail to change the course of a nations policy of ‘non-voilence’.

He alongwith some other ‘comrades-in-arms’ were short listed for mission but unfortunately a few ‘cowards’ fled. Finally 10 members were selected including him and were split into 5 teams of buddies(2 in each team).  Before the mission he was allowed to go home and see his family after all he may not return ever from that mission. He was acclimatised with the sea as they needed to travel via sea to attack the commercial heartland of a country which is much much larger than his own country in every aspect.

On the designated day he and his ‘team’ set out on a launch on to the seas. On the way they were transefered to a bigger launch for travel into the high seas. Here they were handed over a rucksack each with weapons, dry fruits and mobiles phone with a strict instruction not to call back their home country only to answer when called. Then they hijacked a ship of ‘enemy’ country and took the ship’s navigator with them so that he steers the vessel to the ‘enemy’ shores. After a travel of a few days they reached target port avoiding detection from ‘enemy’ navy/coast guards. Before reaching the shores they killed the hijacked ‘navigator’.

On reaching they began their operation by splitting out in their respective ‘buddy’ teams. He and his ‘buddy’ reached the railway station and went into toilet and assembled their weapons and came out and started firing. A policeman tried to resist with a vintage non-functional weapon but was soon ‘silenced’. The station announcer was warning the passengers about the attack and directing them the way to safety so he fired at the announcement cabin as well.Then they walked into the parking lot trying to hijack a vehicle to their next destination but couldn’t do it so started walking on the road with deadly weapons in hand and ‘silencing’ whoever came in the way. They were instructed to search for a tall building and take hostages and contact the media. Then they found a building which seemed to suffice their purpose and entered it firing and looking for ‘hostages’ but after entering the premises they realized that it was a hospital and police had already arrived they had an encounter but the policemen were put to rest soon. Then they spotted a police vehicle with a red-light approaching so they hid behind a bush to avoid the vehicle but the police from vehicle fired at them and they fired back after a brief exchange of fire the firing from the vehicle stopped so slowly they closed on the vehicle and found three starred policemen lying dead they removed the bodies and got into the vehicle and sped away and on the way they fired on people with cameras and anyone who tried to challenge. But their ‘luck’ seemed to run out the vehicle got punctured so immediately abandoned it and stopped a ‘big’ car and threw out ‘ladies and gentlemen’ occuping it and drove away by now the news of the attack probably had spread as the city which never ‘sleeps’ had deserted the streets.

At one place they saw a police blockade and the police firing at them his buddy and himself were injured but they didnot loose heart his ‘buddy’ had told him “tu himmat mat har mujhe bhi goli lagi hai hum nikal jayenge”( don’t loose hope I am also injured we’ll make it) and tried to make a U turn but the vehicle hit the divider and the policemen were closing in and they surrounded him and he fired at them killing a couple of them but those fearless policemen pounced upon him and he was captured and his weapon was ceased. That evening he and his ‘buddy’ had slain 69 people including 3 best police officers of the country.

While he was on rampage at the station, hospital, his ‘teammates’ had taken over a couple of landmark hotels, a building and ‘enemy country’ had to deploy their ‘elite commando’ force to flush them out after a pitched battle for 3 days. A ‘team’ of 10 ill-trained, well equipped ‘boys’ came and made a ‘mighty’ nation go down in its knees that night. The attack had claimed 173 lives and wounded many more but ‘their’ mission was accomplished with the kind of live media coverage they got. World watched the mindblowing action scenes unfolding on the streets of a great city which is famous for its resilience.

So why did he confess judge asked he said his country has finally owned him. Judge asked him is he under any pressure to confess he said no.

Why does he require any external pressure he knows that he and his ‘team’s’ story will be used by his ‘mentors’ back home to inspire many more ‘boys’. He will be a ‘legend’ in his organization and by confessing and seeking death penalty he’ll become a ‘matyr’ for the cause. A feat which others will strive to achieve.

What the attacked country will do? ofcourse hang him . The victims, their families and the families of brave illequipped policemen who faced the bullet with non-working equipments have nothing to complain as justice was administered by hanging the ‘culprit’. The attacked country’s honest, decent PM will sit down for a ‘dailogue’ with the neighbours for ‘solving’ the ‘pending issues’.

PS: The above account is loosely based on Mohammed Ajmal Amir Kasab’s Confession and description in Wikipedia. Yes Kasab has a Wikipedia entry.

Now please read the next part  of this post as well for the justification of the title…

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The day he confessed and another day Bangalore rocked – Part 2

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“You got mud on your face
You big disgrace
Somebody better put you back in your place

We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you”
Queen


July 25, 2008

Its been a year but I still remember the day it was just another I was busy with my deadlines, schedules and trying to finish my work early as it was TGIF. When my friend called me out of the seat and in hushed voice said “hey do you know there has been several bomb blasts in the city call your home find out if everyone’s safe”. I was surprised serial blasts in Bangalore and called back home but couldn’t get through as network was jammed. Then I saw flurry of activity around with people receiving and making frantic calls and soon every screen in office was trying to reach news websites for the news. So many area names were cropping up as possibles blasts site and one such area made me worry as my dad was supposed to go there. I frantically made calls to his mobile and finally got through and was relieved to know that he still was at home unaware of anything I told him to switch on the TV and relay the latest news.

I was relieved but then thought of friends well being came to fore but couldn’t contact most of them and by now entire office was out with their phones trying to reach their near dear ones. Somebody’s spouse was in the blast area or somebody’s kids were in school and they could not reach the school to know their well being. There was panic and chaos no one knew whats happening. Some rumors of a riot also started flowing. A “peaceful” & indifferent city like Bangalore was inexperienced to handle a crisis such as this. The commissioner sent a mass SMS appealing not to panic and situation was ‘under control’ and not to believe the rumors. One of my friends sister was supposed to return from college through the bus stand were one of major
bomb went off and he was not able to get in touch with her. So we suggested that he should go home maybe she would have already reached home safe & sound but we didn’t know which was the ‘safest’ route. Soon office declared a leave and everybody rushed home.

I stayed back as I was staying closely to office and knew that I could reach as there was no problems between my office and my house. I had received the news of all my acquaintances well being including friend’s sister. By now the news was clear that there were 8 ‘low-intensity’ blasts which didnot rip apart the city but certainly ‘rocked’ it and left 1 person dead and some not very serious injuries to ‘some’ people. That evening while returning home I saw life was ‘almost’ normal in my part of the city which was ‘fortunate’ to not have any blasts. But everyone was talking about the ‘blasts’ and so many theories as to how could it happen or who was behind this or this was waiting to happen and people were thanking that the ‘blasts’ were not damaging enough.

Standing at the empty auto stand I was feeling strange that how bomb blasts which were a thing of TV and news had become a reality in the city where I lived and worked. Was I scared, angry not really but definitely confused and was trying to accept ‘it’ as a way of life and saluting the people of cities which had faced deadlier blasts for their resilience. Yes in last few years bomb blasts and terrorist attacks have become a way of life in this country. Its 1 year and the conspirators of the bombings are still at large and story is continuing.

I feel how true was the words of the protagonist of the film ‘A Wednesday’ when he said that a blast happens we panic and worry about our near and dear ones if we live or have anyone living in the affected city and when we are assured that everything is fine go home and change channels to catch the ‘inside story’ or casualty figures and get back to work next day thanking god. I had done exactly that on July 25, 2008 and on many other such dates when cities were ripped apart or rocked.

That day I felt that its always the ‘common’ man who bears the brunt of this terror acts and none of  politicians/VVIPS or their kin ever blew up in smoke so we are in this state but then someone from inside knocked and said hello who were Rajiv Gandhi & Indira Gandhi were they not VVIPs?

So friends, the aam and khas(after 26/11) citizens of this ‘Asian Tiger’ should Thank God and neighboring country for the daal roti/chawal on their plates and the fact that they are alive to see the sunset and pay taxes so that the ‘brave’ soldiers and policemen get their salaries to lose their lives in the ‘line’ of duty.(BTW I just filed my tax return. So am I a “Good” Citizen?)

This weeks events and dates be it the joint statement by our PM and Mr. Gilani or Kasab’s chilling confession or 1st  anniversary of Bangalore blasts have brought the ‘terrorism’ to fore front to be faded away till the next act happens, which God forbid should never happen on this soil.

Image Credit : http://bellurramki18.wordpress.com/2008/11/

Powerless in Cybercity

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Powerless means without power… the electricity that runs our tv, fridge etc all the stuff. Yet another evening was wasted courtesy to the power cut in the city which is called the ‘cybercity’, ‘the silicon valley’ of India. Three years back when I first moved into Bangalore I was shocked to witness the long power cuts. I mean you want watch tv in the evening kaput …everything goes dark…. u want to a have hot shower before leaving for office no power so, no hot water… weekends plagued by day long power cuts…. all this reminded me of the dark days of my school years in Kolkata when we used study under candle light or oil lamps but that was only in the evenings and that too decade and half back. It was truly nightmarish to relive those dark days in fact worst situation in Bangalore.

Two years back my friend had devised a ‘Curse CM’ formula…. that is if the power went off for more than 30 mins in the evening, he would curse and call names for the then CM and within 5 mins power would be on… don’t if the CM heard or somehow it seemed to work but now with the change of CM its stopped working. Its quite frustrating to have candle lit dinners regularly, you really don’t what you are eating. Specially these summer months are peak of survival woes with no power, no water nothing to do but wait and hope.

It surprises me to see the basic infrastructure (bijli, sadak, pani) issues in a metro like this, especially being grown up in another metro which is far more improved in the bijli, sadak, paani front. Elections come and go, governments change but issues remain. The two things about this city the weather and the people that kept the hope till now, with the weather worsening, its the people who are the last refuge in this city.

BTW there’s a positive side to it this city does not need to celebrate ‘Earth Hour’ once a year…its doing a lot to save us from global warming by following ‘Earth Weekend’ ‘Earth Day’ ‘Earth Evening’ ‘Earth Morning’. Actually I generally don’t rave and rant about things like these but sometimes you get too f***ed up….

So here i am waiting for the next powerless moments in Cybercity ….