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Sunday, September 14, 2008 |
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Stumbeled upon this blog of mine accidently...its been long...hmm almost abt 2 years...but I've come around to take things i like as it is...to write ...to be myself... |
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Wednesday, December 06, 2006 |
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Saturday, November 18, 2006 |
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IMAGINE![](//photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/2119/200/new4.0.jpg) Imagine there's no Heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will live as one Wow..this song always catches my heart!! If only..things were as we imagined.... (.....N' ya m' a lousy blogger....in case yu r wondering where do i get lost...) |
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Saturday, August 12, 2006 |
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Have no idea when n' where I got this pic but its definately me!! (P.S: Credit to whoever's this creation is) |
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Tuesday, June 20, 2006 |
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SMILE
It all started with a smile, yes that little curvature of the lips made all the difference. I was watching the world cup football, Brazil Vs. Australia. Cafu was booked by the referee and then Cafu smiled, even shook hands with the referee after he got booked. The commentator said, “ Cafu is shaking hands with the referee as if he is almost thankful for being booked”. This simple gesture brought a smile on my face. And then I began to think of all the simple things in life that makes us smile, that makes us happy and that makes us wonder at times. When was the last time I smiled, I began to remember. I know most of the people tend to think about this when they are themselves. And many find it quite hard to figure out when. We are lost in this chaos and disorder, we hardly get time to unravel and actually think of things that matter to us.
A friend of mine once told me how everything is cut into pieces these days. Everything you can imagine of has been treaded upon and studied, exploited. The wholeness of being that thing vanishing, every physical things broken down into molecules, atoms, nucleus and yet smaller particles (I don’t even know their names); every emotions analyzed and explained in volumes of book. Everything is so minutely detailed that now that I can tell myself “look this is what you are feeling, and this is what you should be feeling because this is what happens when you feel that way”. And it really irks me; I cannot even purely have any emotions now without analyzing it (coz I know about it, Damm!!). And on top of that there are so many ways described that you almost confuse yourself, if that’s exactly what you are feeling or not.
Innocence is lost. Pureness is lost. Humans are turning into programmed machines now, thinking and acting in certain way. You cannot be yourself anymore. People hardly smile. Lives are so covered up in lies and everyone has this cloak of another personality on themselves to show. No one is who they seem to be. And yes, even me. I’m not who others see me as. I don’t do things just because I want to; I do them because I have to. I talk with people I distaste as if they were my best friend. I’m not in contacts with friends I love coz I can’t find enough time. I’m lost in these vast breakdowns of being human, lost in the pieces. And smile sometime helps me to add those snippets of moments together. Smile for those very diminutive yet cherished moments!! |
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Friday, March 10, 2006 |
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Is Nepal going to be another Peru??
Fervent and excited, I finally got to see the documentary which I had been longing to gorge my eyes on. Thanks to Martin Chautari and my friend who took me there for the first time. I’m talking about none other than the “State of Fear”. Enthralled as much I was, I found myself to be a different person after watching the documentary. Guilty conscious within me dragged my feet to my way back home. Why?? Nothing I might write will make you understand what exactly I’m talking about unless you watch it for yourself.
Each frame made me think of my own country caught up in the desolate war of power. I add my heartfelt gratitude to the one who compiled such a poignant narration of truth. Everything burns and there you stand in awe watching it burn. Then you forget it the other day, like it didn’t happen at all or maybe just like the other nightmare you’ve had. Without remorse you go back to living your life, a Zombie. It may take us 20 more years of war and devastation, pain, anguish to realize we too have our share for whatever happened in our country and then probably it would be too late. Here I stand accused by myself for the state of our country and you too have your part of share to it.
An unforgettable array of characters takes us down a troubling road peopled by perpetrators and victims, and bystanders who only watched as the horror unfolded. But it is also the story of courageous Peruvians who fought to maintain their democracy and persevered in their search for truth and justice.
"State of Fear" is set in the extraordinary deserts, mountains, and jungles of Peru; it is filmed in high-resolution digital video by US and Peruvian professionals and tells a gripping story of escalating violence and repression. Terrorist attacks by the Shining Path guerrillas provoked a military occupation of the countryside. Military Justice replaced Civil authority, widespread abuses by the Peruvian Army went unpunished, and the terrorism continued to spread. Eventually nearly 70,000 civilians died at the hands of the Shining Path and the Peruvian military. Old-fashioned police intelligence finally subdued the terrorist threat but Peruvian leaders continued to use the fear of terrorism to gut the democracy, making Peru a virtual dictatorship where a vast web of corruption replaced the rule of law.
The Shining Path, a Maoist revolutionary army forged by a college professor named Abimael Guzman, set off a bloody reign of terror in rural villages throughout the 1980s in response to social injustice. Abimael Guzman's Mao-inspired Shining Path guerrillas, who sought to either kill or forcibly convert any villagers who did not rally to their cause. The government's reaction to the guerrillas was equally blind and bloody: Not conversant with the language and disdaining the indigenous population, the government saw all the villagers as potential insurgents, and the military unleashed wholesale destruction upon villages. People famously elected Alberto Fujimori, impressed by his platform of strong-arm anti-terrorism, but Fujimori, far from restoring democratic institutions, rekindled fears of widespread "terrorism" to continue to exert absolute power, running a government rife with corruption and branding anyone who dared stand up to him a terrorist or traitor.
In 2000 this autocratic regime collapsed beneath the weight of its own corruption, and the new democratic government established a Truth Commission that opened a door to the past, throwing light on the relentless violence that had engulfed this Andean nation for twenty years. The Truth Commission granted Skylight Pictures access to its extensive testimonial evidence from 20 years of violence, as well as hundreds of hours of rarely seen archival material and thousands of exquisite still photographs that will help bring this timely story to an international audience.
Though the whole documentary reflects Peru, it’s only a matter of time when we will be in their shoes and some other country would be watching our ordeal. Epitome of abuse of power and the lust that drives people is quite striking and just what Nepal is going through right now. Not a soul present there with me would doubt my words when I say that’s Nepal 10 years from now, battered and bruised to the core. We all blame one or the other element, Maoists, Government and Monarch, for everything that goes around and stand as meek spectator. Its past time we did something about it and prevent making our country another Peru.
Question still remains, would we rather wait for 10 more years, we’ve already had 10 years of people fight in our pocket, for making people understand the values of human being and later regret about it or stop talking and do whatever it takes to prevent such disgrace of nation and its people?? You declare a war on terror and nobody won - or, to be more precise, everybody lost, what would you do?? Does Nepal have to go through the same circumstance to come out of the peril it is in?? How different are we from that nation?? The smiling sorrow on face of each Nepali speaks the fact that everyone fears to even think of. I personally urge each individual who cares for the nation to watch the documentary and take time to care about the grave realities shown and do something about it so that Nepal does not turn into another State of Fear. Let’s not go down the shining path and let adversity climb up it.
If you ask me where we stand, well, we are half way down the “Shining Path” and still tumbling down. Is Nepal another “State of Fear”?? You decide it for yourselves!! |
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