The End of a Life

He stood at his favorite place in the whole city... The splashing waves calming him and at the same time inviting him. He reflected on a life, a good life but without any purpose. The daily tasks a triviality not to be endured any more. The worthlessness of his being weighing down his shoulders. A life blooming with all the glorious promise of the youth but crippled from inside by the gloom in his heart. A life wasted in the search of the one thing not to be had by him, a search as futile and worthless as life. The search had worn him out, tormented him with questions, dangled tantalizingly clues but ultimately never revealing the answers. At each corner he hoped that the search will end but was always disappointed. He was condemned to go on until he could take it no more. the torture was too much to bear, futility of the search crept up on his consciousness and he saw the only way to escape.

He had always felt secure here, the cool winds and the blue water filing him with the joys of life, but not today. Today the waves enticed him, were crying out for him to join them, to be a part of them. The winds whispered promises of a painless exit from this worthless life. An exit from the pains of this bodily existence, an exit from the useless existence. He saw in the distant horizon the eyes of the Black Angel calling him to sanctuary in her open arms. The soul willing, he bid a final farewell to the world with a sweeping look seeing only broken promises and unfulfilled life being led for shallow reasons.

With this he leapt and........

Revolution.

The last few days have had a strange effect on me. I was watching a documentary on Ernesto "Che"Guevara recently and was somewhat surprised at the views expressed by many that he was not the martyr, as portrayed by many, but just a blood thirsty terrorist whose quest for led to all the conflict filled places of in the world. which got me thinkin about the current situation in the Indian hinterland.

The Maoist or naxals are leading a mass revolution of the tribal people in the most inaccessible of places in the Indian hinterland. They have adopted a moral high ground and are proclaiming it as a struggle to free the tribal from the atrocities of those in charge. Are they really the saviors of the tribal people or are they just blood thirsty guerrillas who have nothing better to do then impede the development and progress of the Indian State. i have heard reports from the ground that these naxals use force, fear and intimidation as their weapons to make the innocent villagers comply with their demands. Are they revolutionaries or just cold blooded terrorists.

Training or Toture

Hello Frns,
sorry for not blogging for long but am undergoing something call ROC TRAINIG (bloody bullshit). so have been wasting my time doing bloody bullshit who various activities include running around the roc office at marine lines for various ppl's signatures, beggin the person in charge to leave us early so we can atend half a day's office and making new frns( which is admittedly not bad), sifting through documents older than wen i was born and destroying them.


All of us, and we are 15 ppl, are cursing doing bloddy bullshit but no one has the guts to go and speak to ppl who matter and say that we are qulified people stop this bullshit. all because we are in need of membership number. A number that will hepl us get a job so that we can finally earn from watever we have learnt in the past 3 years. we sit and listen to a 7th pass guy give us attitude coz so that the incharge signs without any trouble. i am sitting there doing work that i will make my office boy do just because i need that number. i mean i feel so helpless, but as they say u gotta do wat u gotta do.


am soory that this has been more of a ranting than anything but am so frustrated.


ADIOS