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Archive for July, 2007
waiting for the world to change
July 24, 2007Listening to the song right now. Its lyrics are as simple as it is true. It makes sense, do listen to it…
Waiting On The World To Change - John Mayer.
Me and all my friends
we’re all misunderstood
they say we stand for nothing and
there’s no way we ever could
now we see everything that’s going wrong
with the world and those who lead it
we just feel like we don’t have the means
to rise above and beat it
so we keep waiting
waiting on the world to change
we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change
it’s hard to beat the system
when we’re standing at a distance
so we keep waiting
waiting on the world to change
now if we had the power
to bring our neighbors home from war
they would have never missed a Christmas
no more ribbons on their door
and when you trust your television
what you get is what you got
cause when they own the information, oh
they can bend it all they want
that’s why we’re waiting
waiting on the world to change
we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change
it’s not that we don’t care,
we just know that the fight ain’t fair
so we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change
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ground zero…where the twin towers were
July 23, 2007War Against terrorism is like fucking for virginity! A famous quote for an infamous war.
This is not a rememberence post of the 9/11 incident, neither is this a tribute to the people who died on sep 11. Its just my feeling when I actually stood on ground zero, and saw what was missing.
My (current) office is in Jersey City Downtown, prolly the best place to see Lower Manhattan Skyline, and everytime I see towards the skyline, the first thing that strikes my mind is the absence of the twin-towers. I know some of you might ask, why the hell is this guy writing about something that happened almost 6 years ago. Its because our view about the whole incident changes when we actually stand at ground zero, and comprehend the magnitude of the devastation. Now all you see is the PATH station in WTC, and foundations of the under-construction Freedom tower. But its impossible to capture the panic and chaos that ran thruogh the wasll street and financial district. My heart cries out for every individual who lost their dears ones in the tragedy… I believe this could happen to anyone, its just that the culprits chose WTC.
Fuck terrorism, Fuck WAR!
PS: The image above is taken from the place that I talked about in the above text, its from Jersey City Downtown. And I walk through this place every single day, so just a glance at the other end of hundson is enough for me to rememeber what happened on 9/11
why are we like that?
July 9, 2007Maybe it was for us to answer, or for himself, or maybe it was just a question shot in the air, one that has no answer. But it made us discuss, argue and come to no conclusion. Finally it seemed like it was a thing that everyone knew it was there, but no one wanted to pick it up, even though it belonged to them.
Ravi, Sharath, Praneet and I were sitting in an Indian Punjabi Dhaba, just outside the Niagara falls. hungry and waiting for some authentic Indian food. However, as expected, the food sucked. Just before starting the dinner, Ravi asked the question, and it made us forget the taste, the quality of the food, the ambiance of the restaurant, and we started an animated discussion. It was 3 against 1, Ravi holding the fort strong against us 3. The point under discussion was Why are we Indians like that? Why do we behave the way we do, our idiosyncrasy goes for a toss when we are among Desis, why don’t we follow rules, stand in straight lines, wait patiently for our turns, give way to women and elderly, keep ourselves and our neighbourhood clean, maintain discipline and many more why’s and why not’s. And then we tried our best of give the reasons for them.
At the end two things stuck at my mind, first is that we need to change the “chalta hai” attitude, and the second that “the drive has to come from within”. Somehow it felt like we’re the characters of RDB, one trying to persuade other to take up a mission. It felt good to be with people who feel so strongly about our nation, and want to do something.
And then reality struck. Just few days ago I lost my very dear friend in an accident which can only be described as a “Freak”. When I finally got the news on 4th of July, I cried all night for him, not knowing how exactly it had happened. A couple of days later, with my senses back where they belong, i tried to uncover the truth, and found out that my friend somehow stumbled into the glass door, broke it, got himself cut in the abdomen with the shattered glass, walked to the nearest private hospital and was denied the treatment, finally got into a government hospital and died on the operation table. I cannot imagine why someone would deny an emergency case just because there could be legalities involved in it. And then my uncle, a resident of USA asked me, “Don’t you guys have a 9-1-1 service?”. I wanted to say yes, but I had the very proof of such service being absent from the face of “that part of the world”. I’m sure if such accident would’ve happened in USA, Dushyant would’ve got into the hospital on time, and getting better day by day. But he is no more. Another friend of mine told me that Dushyant tried to get a taxi to hospital, but couldn’t get one on time. No one stopped for him when he needed help. Now I ask myself, why are we like this?
After all the noise and crowd in Niagara, wilson’s boathouse in wilson county, Niagara was a welcome change. Its on the edge of Lake Ontario, and from the harbour the only thing I could see was the sun, and the water. Nothing else, it was serence, pacifying, and one of the most beautiful places to be. We all wanted to just sit, and gaze at the pink sky and red water, it was too much to take, nature overwhelmed us with the beauty. The water questioned the emptiness inside each of us, why do we need such moments to reflect, to introspect? Why do we need special moments to think about us and others? Why can’t we be people who live in the moment, and be considerate about the next, and the next?
why are we like this? why don’t we question whats wrong, and what can be done to make it better? Why do we like to live our lives as though nothing has happened, until it happens to us, which eventually becomes too late?
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, ‘n’ how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind…
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ‘n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ‘n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind…
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, ‘n’ how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind…
