People keep saying that if London n NYC are able to prevent new attacks why not Mumbai!?
To begin with, here's just ONE of the reasons...
Population density:
NYC - 10,630/km2 (urban just 2,098.7/km2)
London - 4,978/km2
Mumbai - 20,694 /km2
How is it possible to keep a tab on even 2% of a city's population with such high density? I'm not even considering the morale of the underpaid and overworked police department.
Another reason could be the corruption that has reached right from the root to the tip of everyday life in India. Much of this fuels the terror attacks in one way or another. Check http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,178227,00.html
Does it mean we have no hope? We do, but it's not a sudden and will not be a sudden improvement. I'm sure the authorities have been able to curb other attacks before they happened. Such things are never covered by the TRP hungry media. The crisis handling capability of the government seems to have visibly improved since 2008, with the emergency response teams being dispatched almost immediately, but there still remains much scope for improvement. The common Mumbaikar is still the best emergency response team that Mumbai has even now. Even though the media salutes the "spirit of Mumbai" after EVERY f@#king attack, they need to realize that a spirit can wear down, wither away. It's the last thing that Mumbai needs... a people with no spirit in the face of crises.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Bad influence...
It's those friends that are there always... Friends whose parents hated you that time. Friends whom your parents hated at that time... Both parents thought those friends were a "bad influence" on their very innocent brood :D Little did they know!!
As the years went by with so many ups and downs those are the exact same friends that our parents now ask about. They are not very worried because they know that those same friends are there for us to lean on... Those "bad influences" are now the pillars that we can rely on through bad grades, relationship problems, break ups, bad jobs, bad bosses and bad days! Of course they are the same people who would be as happy as we are for a new job, a new house, a baby or even just an awesome day!
I don't know what I would do without my bad influences! They're there... they have influenced me of course, but just not in the way my parents would have thought! I hope that I've been a bad influence for somebody too, and hope somebody's parents would've asked them to stop hanging out with me and we hung out nonetheless! :)
As the years went by with so many ups and downs those are the exact same friends that our parents now ask about. They are not very worried because they know that those same friends are there for us to lean on... Those "bad influences" are now the pillars that we can rely on through bad grades, relationship problems, break ups, bad jobs, bad bosses and bad days! Of course they are the same people who would be as happy as we are for a new job, a new house, a baby or even just an awesome day!
I don't know what I would do without my bad influences! They're there... they have influenced me of course, but just not in the way my parents would have thought! I hope that I've been a bad influence for somebody too, and hope somebody's parents would've asked them to stop hanging out with me and we hung out nonetheless! :)
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Growing...
Yeah I know... this is probably the umpteenth blog-post about growing up! You have to agree though that it is such a complex, continuous and back (and heart) breaking process that it deserves every line written about it! The process is long and tedious, but the realization is sudden! It just hits you... and hits hard. Then comes the realization that it cannot be undone. THAT is the hardest...
People grow in mysterious ways (I know it sounds a lot like "God works in mysterious ways", but I strongly suspect that the original was about people growing up :D). The most basic and obvious manifestation of growing up is the change in physical appearance. For some growing up ends there! ;) It's amazing to see how that shy, awkward girl in school has suddenly changed into a beautiful (albeit not-so-nice-to-talk-to) woman now! Or how that hyper-active and incessantly talkative boy is now a very quiet person with a banker-like air about him. How two people we never thought would get along end up being the best of friends AFTER school! People really do grow in mysterious ways!
For some that the growing up process is never going to end, it's one heartbreak after another. Just remembering the things that you so loved before, and now you're fine without them. It breaks your heart!
Remember your favorite smell? How long has it been since you even remembered it? Yeah... growing up! Getting busy with the things that matter.
Remember how much you loved to hug your grandmom? How long ago was that? Growing up...
Remember last time that you laughed like crazy without thinking where you are or whose watching? Growing up...
Remember when you last made a stupid promise to a friend (but kept it nonetheless)? Growing up...
Remember when you were angry with someone but let it go and forgot only because they said sorry? Growing up...
Remember when you last dreamed of that fairy tale? Or even heard it? Growing up... Getting busy with the things that seem to matter!
If not forgetting these things means not growing up, so be it!! I won't grow up... I'd rather die how ever young I am...
People grow in mysterious ways (I know it sounds a lot like "God works in mysterious ways", but I strongly suspect that the original was about people growing up :D). The most basic and obvious manifestation of growing up is the change in physical appearance. For some growing up ends there! ;) It's amazing to see how that shy, awkward girl in school has suddenly changed into a beautiful (albeit not-so-nice-to-talk-to) woman now! Or how that hyper-active and incessantly talkative boy is now a very quiet person with a banker-like air about him. How two people we never thought would get along end up being the best of friends AFTER school! People really do grow in mysterious ways!
For some that the growing up process is never going to end, it's one heartbreak after another. Just remembering the things that you so loved before, and now you're fine without them. It breaks your heart!
Remember your favorite smell? How long has it been since you even remembered it? Yeah... growing up! Getting busy with the things that matter.
Remember how much you loved to hug your grandmom? How long ago was that? Growing up...
Remember last time that you laughed like crazy without thinking where you are or whose watching? Growing up...
Remember when you last made a stupid promise to a friend (but kept it nonetheless)? Growing up...
Remember when you were angry with someone but let it go and forgot only because they said sorry? Growing up...
Remember when you last dreamed of that fairy tale? Or even heard it? Growing up... Getting busy with the things that seem to matter!
If not forgetting these things means not growing up, so be it!! I won't grow up... I'd rather die how ever young I am...
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Break through...
Every moment we live we decide. To do or not to do something, anything. There are options, we have to choose. That moment when we have to choose, we are standing at that once in time (not just once in a lifetime) intersection of the past and the future. That precise moment, that precise time and space spot is the present... that and only that... Anything that happens after we choose is the future, and then we come to another intersection... Imagine an infinite horizontal X if you will... and imagine that the point of that intersection moves ahead... (since we're not time-traveling yet). We just keep moving from one intersection to the next. Deciding, choosing... I guess it's a recursion... We choose now to choose what we want to choose about in the future! Weird ha! It would be so liberating and exhilarating to break through it just once... and not choose... just be.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
A little bit...
A little bit of heaven and a little bit of hell... We don't have to die to know them.
We know them here... loving, hating, crying, laughing... with friends, family, strangers... Living all the time.
Just look at a baby laughing or sleeping... that's a little bit of heaven right there. Or maybe climb the mountain that you've longed to climb for so long, or just stand on the beach with the ocean caressing your feet.... a little bit of heaven. A loving kiss... a little bit of heaven. Listening to that favorite song... a little bit of heaven!
Having your heart broken. That's the little bit of hell we all go through. Alright. Maybe not so little for some. Feel like crying when you see wars happening around? Little bit of hell inside... Missing the people you love... little bit of hell, but seeing your best friend after a long time? Little bit of heaven! Ever looked at the rainbow after a cloudy and rainy day!? A little bit of heaven, literally! Ate freshly baked bread when you're really hungry? Little bit of heaven!
Little bits of heaven and little bits of hell... all inside.
Heaven or hell when I'm gone? Why should that matter? I will be gone!
What matters more is those little bits inside of me right here, right now, all the time!
We know them here... loving, hating, crying, laughing... with friends, family, strangers... Living all the time.
Just look at a baby laughing or sleeping... that's a little bit of heaven right there. Or maybe climb the mountain that you've longed to climb for so long, or just stand on the beach with the ocean caressing your feet.... a little bit of heaven. A loving kiss... a little bit of heaven. Listening to that favorite song... a little bit of heaven!
Having your heart broken. That's the little bit of hell we all go through. Alright. Maybe not so little for some. Feel like crying when you see wars happening around? Little bit of hell inside... Missing the people you love... little bit of hell, but seeing your best friend after a long time? Little bit of heaven! Ever looked at the rainbow after a cloudy and rainy day!? A little bit of heaven, literally! Ate freshly baked bread when you're really hungry? Little bit of heaven!
Little bits of heaven and little bits of hell... all inside.
Heaven or hell when I'm gone? Why should that matter? I will be gone!
What matters more is those little bits inside of me right here, right now, all the time!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Sometimes I wish I could undo everything I that know... unlearn all the things I've learnt, stop feeling and forget all the good and bad feelings that I've had... a clean slate! Fresh start...
Then again, a fresh start for whom? Who will remain? Is it not all these things that I've felt, learnt, thought make me who I am... for myself and for everybody else? In fact, wish in itself is part of that me... weird...
Then again, a fresh start for whom? Who will remain? Is it not all these things that I've felt, learnt, thought make me who I am... for myself and for everybody else? In fact, wish in itself is part of that me... weird...
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