Killing Osama

                                                   


             So finally, Osama's dead. At long last Uncle Sam has managed to win the game of hide and seek, going on for the past 10 years. Cheers..!! Osama, the name of terror and if you can put it that way, the name of hatred in many a people's hearts. Osama is dead.
             But what does his death signify ? I mean he's dead, death is so final. Its the end of all things - Osama. Did he realize the gravity of his deeds, the depth of pain he had inflicted? Did he ever, for even an instant, repent the innocent lives he has taken. Not only the people he has killed, but also their alive loved ones, who have died a slow death every day since. Did he ever feel anything for those people? On second thoughts, if he was capable of any such feelings he wouldn't have have done what he did in the first case.
             And so I ask again, what does Osama's death really mean? for starters it means a second life to Obama, that's for sure, but other than that, I'm not so sure or I fail to understand at this moment. It might be just my personal opinion, but I don't think Osama should've been killed. For the same reason I stated above - its too final and its useless. It doesn't give any closure (if there can ever be any closure) to any of those who've lost their loved ones to Osama's mockery of humanity, which he loved to call Jehad. Osama alive was worth more than he's dead. Now hes gone, but a million questions live. Why'd he ever do what he did and what made Osama - OSAMA. 
             I think he should've been kept alive. He should have been made to realize the pain he had inflicted on the collective human psyche. Maybe we could have tried killing his family members infront of him, slowly one member each year, maybe then he would have realized how it is when you loose someone.
             But now he's dead and who's to say there isn't another Osama in the making, planning another 9/11? People like Osama shouldn't be killed. They should be kept alive at all costs and made to fear life not death but life. They should be made to want death every moment of their lives and terribly terribly fear being alive. Maybe then we'd have a few less Osamas.
              But then that's my opinion.

The Man Called Gandhi

The Man called Gandhi

There are a lot of articles floating around on the net these days, about Mohandas KaramChand Gandhi. The name and the man more commonly (if not all that endearingly anymore) known as Mahatma Gandhi. There's one thing I find rather amusing in these, the authors' fascination with his sex life and our hypocrisy in accepting things as they were. I empathize with the author. Come on they need something to sell the book! what is it a thousand and nth biography on Gandhi..!! But what I really do find interesting, is our attitude of absolute denial. And of course how can we accept that there might be an iota of truth in what the author says, afterall it is but a brutal attack on the Indian psyche. The sheer audacity to even suggest to the largely homophobic Indian society, that the Father of the Nation might be, just might be bisexual !! Blasphemy !!

Gandhi was always brutally honest in his pursuit of truth and the truth is that Gandhi was a man. I remember reading somewhere as a child that Gandhi was an avatar of Lord Vishnu. And this is where the problem lies. We all know that is just children's' story, but as a matter of fact, we have glorified Gandhi to such an extent that he no longer remains a normal human being. All his actions have been analyzed and reanalyzed treating him as infallible and any shortcomings, any lapse of judgement on his part is a shocker. Is it so difficult for us to realize that Gandhi was just a man? An extraordinary man, but a man nonetheless. Why can't we just let him be - Gandhi - just that. We have to realize that he was not infallible. What he chose to do in his sexual life and otherwise was his business.

Change

It comes, whether you like it or not, it really does. Its always there just lurking around the corner. Change comes and then comes again and again and again and the process goes on.So what do you do ? You either accept it or you fight it and then accept it ,'cause either way isn't that really the only option available - acceptance. Why do things have to change ? Just why can't they remain the same , why ?
Well its done and its better I wake up from my slumber and take stalk of things b4 its 2 late.

I wonder

Have you ever experienced that feeling of something coming to destroy you and you don't care. That feeling when you can't see the ground below but you are ready to take the plunge. That exhilaration that comes from self destruction. That overpowering emotion, that breathlessness, that crushing pain, that relief and that happiness. Have you ever been in love? I haven't and i wonder what its like? That feeling of complete surrender. I wonder what its like.

Until we meet again

I need to take a step back, to move on.
Trace a new path in this wilderness,
to find a new world.


I rest my hands on the knob, reluctant to open the door,
But as i reflect, I see you have left.
From where I stand, I can see you, smaller and smaller,
yet I am happy. You have chosen your path
and I need to do the same.


An untread road lies before me,
I need to take that first step.
This is the place where our paths met
and our fates separate.
Until we meet again..!!


PS: Just something from my diary. Read it today and found it relevant to
so many aspects of my life as it is now.