The Murder of the person, who had to be just killed.

Okay, so the world hails the death of Bin Laden. We go on about how cool the Navy Seals are and so on. But seriously.....

That is how I started my post when I first saw the news article in The Hindu, when the honorable home minister, P.Chidambaram iterated the fact that Dawood Ibrahim is in Karachi, Pakistan. He was urging the international community to bring Pakistan to hand him over to India. That article truly enraged me. I never had such strong reaction to a political news in the recent times. Here we are hailing Obama, Navy Seals and all those responsible for killing Osama but after days of thinking about it, I have come to the conclusion that what they have done is WRONG. Yes, I am saying that killing Osama, the way they have done is wrong. To make myself clear, I am not saying killing Osama is wrong. I don't mind killing him unarmed, shooting him in the head. I am cool with even torturing him to death in the worst possible manner. I think Dawood Ibrahim ought to be killed. As much as Osama deserved to be killed. But could we just go into Pakistan and launch an operation in Karachi to kill him? Of course not. Why could the US do it? If the explanation is that its the only way we could have caught him, well wouldn't the world be in chaos if every country did that to its 'top military enemies'?

Anyways, before I came across the article I had no opinion about the killing of Osama. Now I do. Every country got to abide by the international laws. Yeah, even the US. Even if its Osama in question.

Human

Human by Killers.
I listened to this song before but when it played on Pandora today morning, it blew my mind. The interpretation of the lyrics is mood based and then I felt euphoric. I am listening to it right now and it brings tears to my eyes.
Here's an interpretation I found on the net:

I did my best to notice, when the call came down the line
Up to the platform of surrender, I was brought but I was kind
-i think hes describing an epifany that he got when he was contemplating the world and life in general

And sometimes I get nervous when I see an open door
Close your eyes, clear your heart... and cut the cord
-this is something that as humans we all feel when we start a new stage in our life and hes just saying dive in! dont be a dancer...

Are we human, or are we dancer
-when we were created (not evolutionized, hes mormon) God made us with a freewill, dancers dont really have a free will, we follow our choreographers steps and wear what they tell us to wear and even make ourselves look like what they want us to look like, our only purpose is to perform, thats what the human race has turned into, everyone has become dancers

My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human, or are we dancer
-hes describing the desperation and the heart ache realizing what we have become

Pay my respects to grace and virtue, send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance, they always did the best they could
-these are things we are taught in our youth, these things are supposed to help us when we grow up and i'm thinking hes saying you need more than that to make it

And so long to devotion you taught me everything I know
Wave good bye, wish me well, you gotta let me go
-devotion is dedication or attachment to something or someone, pretty much love, hes learned alot from love, but hes going to let go of all those things hes listed

Will your system be alright?
When you dream of home tonight
There is no message we're receiving
Let me know, is your heart still beating?
-i think hes talking about when youve gotten so far that it about kills you to look back at your youth and what you used to be

Are we human, or are we dancer
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer...
You've gotta let me know

Are we human, or are we dancer
My sign is vital my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human... or are we dancer

Are we human, or are we dancer
Are we human, or are we dancer

Eat Pray Love. Seriously!

Okay, So I am watching the movie. I can see some of my friends taunting me for that. I am prejudiced to not like the movie and find faults with it and here I go. On the thanks giving dinner Julia Robert says she is grateful to be a part of the lives of wonderful people and says she is the luckiest girl in the world. At this point I lose it and decide I need to write about it. Self pity all the way. She complains earlier that she woke up in the morning and found no spark and that she fears living that way all her life. I must have lost it at that point too. Seriously! How many of us wake up and feel a spark. Most of the days I wake up and say "Shit! I don't wanna wake up" . Well it's a whole another story that I don't wake up most of the days when I have to but lets get into that later. But yeah the day just gets better and if it doesn't, I try. If it still doesn't well the law of conservation of emotions has its way of getting me out of the trough. I'd say deal with it. I completely go with her friend's advice which is to wade through the murky waters than take off. Actually I wouldn't mind taking off so much. Taking off with a baggage of self pity! Again seriously!

I am gonna go ahead and see what happens next.

I fell asleep at some point that I don't remember and decide not to go back and watch the ending. Watch Eat Pray Love and Sleep.

Birthday 2011

Getting pampered by sister and bro-in-law.
The icecream cake.
The call from my not so fat friends. Couldn't have laughed harder.
Harshi buys the tickets and stuff to go to Chennai but packs the idea just because the train was at 8:00 AM and she just wanted to sleep a little bit longer. I miss her. Actually I miss being around her.
Suryatej called as usual bang on time.
Sisi celebrated my birthday in style.
Candess flipped out. Not my problem.
Driving with some good music on.
Cooking for my sister.
A fireplace. Some work to do. Coffee in hand. Good music in the background. Perfect.
:) I am 24 and I feel good.

Enroute

On the way to being a loner.
I enjoy being alone to the point that now sometimes I feel suffocated if I have too much company.
The prospect of company is a bit frightening.
I can't decide if its a good or a bad thing.
Moderation seems to be the answer to every question I ask myself.

Dhobi Ghat

Long over due and done.
I wouldn't have enjoyed the movie had I seen it with anybody else. Watching it alone makes perfect sense (to me at least).
What do I think about the movie? To me its a movie about obsession. Not about Bombay. Not about the immigrant issue. To me its purely about obsession with people. To me the movie wouldn't have changed much if it were in Chennai or SF. I have not seen a better ending in recent times. I am in fact love with the ending. Its powerful. The ending makes me feel as if the entire movie had to be there to build up the ending and that it couldn't have been given justice had the entire story not been narrated. The story builds up the obsession for each one of the lead characters and how it ends (?) for each one of them. For Munna, it ends with liberation. For Arun, it meets a tragic end. For Shai, well it continues because she chooses it to.
The director puts in subtle things into the movie without letting them distract the viewer from the main plot. The booty calls made by Munna to the rich fat woman, Arun's affair with his art manager, dignity of labor well respected by Shai are what come to my mind when I think of them.
Anyways, a good movie after a long time. Makes me think I should have blogged about the earlier movies. Talking about movies, Cat People, to put it subtly, one of its kind! and Talking about one of its kind kind of movies, Being John Malkovich - Whoa.
Dhobhi Ghat - 5 stars.

The first days of spring

Bing says today is the first day of the spring.
India won its match against the West Indies.
The US and the allies bomb Libya. More People are dead.
Japan still suffers from the aftermath of the Earthquake and Tsunami. More people at risk from radiation.
My sister decides to have a baby anyways.
I continue to postpone my work.
Very soon, I will be 23 no more.