Festival of lights and labor!

It’s the festival of lights here in our beloved country of ours called India; fire crackers bursting everywhere, scaring off the poor dogs on the street. Although I love fireworks displays, they all look grand and all awe inspiring to me; but we shun our self from realizing that there are children in India who toiled day and night in the hundreds of these firework industry just to earn their whatever daily means they can. It is estimated that 135,000 children work in the Indian fireworks Industry and the town of Sivakasi in South India is suppose to be the capital of child labor in fireworks manufacturing sector.

Most of us won’t see a stop on child labor, not at least in the near future. With inflation in every sector of the market and fuel price surging, we can only see small scale industries like the fire work industry which comprises of mostly medium size and cottage industry sorting out for cheap labor and sadly children are the victims of this vicious cycle.

Unless the consumers in India stop buying these crackers etc. we can only hope and pray that these poor children are at least provided safe and healthy conditions to work, which is not the case when it comes to the firework industry; the harmful effects of the various type of chemicals which are used in these fireworks have only been debated in various forums and media but not really looked into or even educate these children on the seriousness of their effects.

India as a nation in its 64th year of Independence has only seen issues such as child labor spiraling backwards and eradicating this problem now is not only a government matter but an issue that each and every individual should look into and think seriously of how we can eradicate this problem. It would require a huge consensus between various levels of society and a co-operation from each one of us; if we want to see the fruit of our labor trickle down to the very bottom end of the society we need to remain corrupt free, we need to suppress oppression whenever it tries to show its ugly head and not let greed and mere believes that loud noises can chase off the evil that men do.

2002 RIOTS and present day Saints.

We are at the 9th and a half years post the riots of 2002 and the resulting communal differences in Gujarat which left indelible scars in the minds and hearts of a majority of the Muslim community; few would want to re-collect the horror they witness and the pain they had gone through. Like a bad medicine, one has to swallow it all up and hope that such atrocities should never ever happen again and not even in their wildest dreams ever want to go through such horror.

Death came on swift wings for a whole lot of unfortunate souls; the tyranny of a system which failed to embrace it’s people when they needed it the most; the sheer audacity of man himself to brutally butcher, hack and murder innocent men, women and children. One would say, we should leave these memories behind and move on; it might be easier for an outsider like me who never witness the atrocities which happened in those fateful couple of months and to just let go and carry on with my life; however this is not the same with the so many who have actually lost their near and dear ones and in some cases a whole generation has been wiped out. These evil men had no second thoughts and without any remorse headed out to seek and spill blood and spilled blood they did. A system that propagated hatred among deferent level of society, leaders who gave a blind eye to the wrong doers and at times even being forerunners of the campaign itself.

History can only outline these facts but the real truth is still yet to be unearthed. A few men are supposedly being hailed as great men and being dubbed saints and men who are bringing changes and development to the country and Gujarat as a whole; these men presently are going on “yatras” and the so called “sadbhavana” (Goodwill Fast) are also the very men who where the holder of law during the riots .

We can only speak so much about the consequences that innocent people faced after those dreaded days. Man can only question why it happened but the ultimate judgment will surely come; if not by this world but surely by God.

Footsteps in the Sand.

Once I and a friend were all high in hippy country Goa, I had lost all my bearings and was almost freaking out; it was in the wee hours of the morning and the chilling sea breeze was penetrating my bones; all I knew was I wanted to get back to the place I was staying for the night. I can recollect that we had a crazy night laying on that hard beach bench until the fire died, accompanying another lost soul who was in search of a place to stay for the night since he was turned down by his employer. Unable to take the cold no more I asked my friend that we need to leave; it was dark, a moonless sky, cold breeze, a roaring sea, I felt haunted and lost. I experience this feeling for the first time; as we started treading back along the sea shore; I realize that it’s taking a much longer time to get to the point where we had to trespass a few beach restaurant in order to get into a path which would lead us to our place. I stopped and told my friend that we were lost. Now my friend is relying solely on me to lead the way back to the place where we were staying. The only thing I could think of was to track back to the direction where we came from and try to retrace my route. So we walked back until I was stopped by these footsteps in the sand. They were freshly imprinted; I don’t remember seeing these footsteps while coming the same way a few minutes back and they were heading the opposite directions. These foot steps were almost the size of a young female or maybe tennage boy feet. I told my friend that we are heading in the wrong direction and lets follow these foot steps; so we followed the footsteps tracing them feet by feet until they just stop dead on track and I could not see any more foot print beyond that; I stop and looked around and was unsure of what to do, so I just told my friend that we are on the right path and asked to follow me; I couldn’t turn left cause that’s the sea, so the only thing is to turn right and head into the beach restaurant; however to my surprise, the moment I was inside the canopy of one of the dimly lit beach shacks, I immediately spotted the way back to our place which was just parallel to this particular restaurant.

Now, I’m not sure how to explain about these footsteps; maybe they were already there and I just didn’t noticed or maybe they were meant to show us the way, which they surely did; I don’t know, but I can only say that those foot steps in the sand that night saved me from a lot of frustration.

Writers block!!

Hello again,

I was watching this standup comedian the other day on YouTube and she was talking about how a writer can go through these period of what they call a "writer's block" and really it's not a new topic but the interesting thing about what she was saying is that how the mind purposely imposes or block out flowing thoughts by introducing contradicting argument to the whole scheme of things and thus leaving the person incapable of moving forward. For e.g. I can imagine that the girl I really like would somehow just give me a call and say hey how you doing and it’s been a while and would you like to come for a coffee and we would spend an evening that would last till the end; that’s when my mind again say’s wtf! That’s not going to happen, that girl is way ahead of the curve and you still hear dreaming about her; ultimately I give up and I doze off to sleep. Many a time this has happened to me and though I’m not an ardent blogger or writer, in those moments of a mental block where you just can’t seem to even ejaculate a single interesting thought out of your mind, I just tend to give up and shut down my system and just retire to my own cell of thoughts.

it ain't real..

well, it's like missing the biggest call of your life but only it was a damn miss call, all those years I thought they were for me, that smile; I don't remember anyone being behind me!! just seems like a prank that you played on me. All that I felt was they seem real to me and was hoping for the real thing; guess heaven seems the next best thing, just like the song "would you know my name if I saw you in Heaven :) lol..

MUSIC!!!

The Script taught me how to move on.

Greenday taught me that government's gonna fail someday.

Bruno Mars taught me to do anything for that one person I love

Eminem taught me that life is hard but you can make it through

Travis taught me to be generous

Taylor Swift taught me not every girl is going to treat me right

30 Seconds to Mars taught me to speak whats on my mind

Michael Jackson taught me to always love the people around me

Music taught me to live

she's preety and my new fav artist!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LINNFmU-BCo

Dying Blog

The Dying Blog...ma first entry for this year, it's a shame; at the moment I feel like I could just go on typing and not stop cause I got like so many interesting things in ma mind that no one would even care to listen to them; I feel good about things at the moment but I just have a bad tummy and I need to sleep as well..so later ..Adios ...

"Mindset Fried"

"Mindset Fried"; but I feel I'm gonna get there sooner than later. God works in mysterious ways and he knows where I'm heading too..I ask him to give me the strength... Until Next Time...the mind can break the spirit of the soul..

My Block,,,,

Living life is Kinda Dream,

Hard time is all we see.

every block is kinda mean,

But in our block we still pray..

Its not funny anymore.

It's funny how girls, especially pretty ones can get away with things, which if I, would have done would have seem to be so stupid!!

God knows I want to break free.

Realizing that it's too late; but isn't it "it's never too late"; one thing I know for sure, is with out your grace my very existence is meaningless, but in the midst of all this chaos I pray to you my Lord that you give me strength to go through another day and all I ask is your forgiveness. You know me and you see me my Lord.

Funniest Language

We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox is oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Then shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!
So English I fancy you will agree,
Is the funniest language I ever did see.

Paranormal Activity

So I watched Paranormal Activity; by now thousands must have watched this movie; we seem to have more than one ending for this movie...watch it and draw your own conclusion...

My conclusion is :

I wish Katie was still alive.. We could have a got a better sequel..

If you ask me was I scared; well I watched alone laying in bed, I would admit that at times I got the chills and was glued till the end.

ASIAN DUB FOUNDATION

ASIAN DUB FOUNDATION - Fortress Europe
Album - Enemy Of The Enemy (2003)

Lyrics:

Keep bangin' on the wall
Keep bangin' on the wall
OF FORTRESS EUROPE!
2022 -A new European order
Robot guards patrolling the border
Cybernetic dogs are getting closer and closer
Armoured cars and immigration officers
A burning village in Kosovo
You bombed it out now you're telling us go home
Machine guns strut on the cliffs of Dover
Heads down people look out! we're going over
Burnin up! can we survive re-entry
Past the mines and the cybernetic sentries
Safe european homes built on wars
You don't like the effect don't produce the cause
The chip is in your head not on my shoulder
Total control just around the corner
Open up the floodgates Time's nearly up
Keep banging on the wall of Fortress Europe
Keep banging
Keep banging on the wall of Fortress Europe
We got a right , know the situation
We're the children of globalisation
No borders only true connection
Light the fuse of the insurrection
This generation has no nation
Grass roots pressure the only solution
We're sitting tight
Cos assylum is a right
Put an end to this confusion
Dis is a 21st century Exodus
Dis is a 21st century Exodus
Burnin' up can we survive re-entry
Past the landmines and cybernetic sentries
Plane, train, car , ferry boat or bus
The future is bleeding coming back at us
The chip is in your head not on my shoulder
Total control around the corner
Open up the floodgates Time's nearly up
Keep banging on the wall of Fortress Europe
Keep banging
Keep banging on the wall of Fortress Europe
Dis is a 21st century Exodus
Dis is a 21st century Exodus
They got a right - listen not to de scaremonger
Who doesn't run when they're feel the hunger
From where to what to when to here to there
People caught up in red tape nightmare
Break out of the detention centres
Cut the wires and tear up the vouchers
People get ready it's time to wake up
Tear down the walls of Fortress Europe

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nipple

So, as i said some people shit on you and some ask about the nipple i mean the pimple on your forehead, which means some don't give a shit and some do..2 kinda character!!! I prefer the nipple.

Flu me and you!!

woo been a long time since I came back to this place...got a shock the other day when I had to rub some sanitizer on my hands; is this thing for real; I suppose it is. People gone Paranoid about whats happning around them, but I'm not scared. All this will come to past; it's written.

But the funniest part about this is that no one seems to agree with the fact that it's happning and they think that a drop of sanitizer would cure all the problems; some of my collegues are applying it more than it's required, but it does smell good afetr sometime. The whole damn office smells like a hospital though. You should see the office boys spraying detol allover the place; doors, handles, chairs, wiping keyboards with detol; they dint even leave the doors clams; poor office boys thought the dam thing would even hide on doors hinges.

I'am not trying to be ignorent of the fact that it's for real but I realise one thing that we are the flu; we have plagued everything, whats left is just anxiety.