If I were..

If I were a Month, I would be December ;
If I were a Day, I would be Monday ;
If I were a time of the day, I would be morning ;
If I were a Direction, I would be Up ;
If I were an Element, I would be Mercury ;
If I were a Liquid, I would be Water ;
If I were a gemstone, I would be a Diamond ;
If I were a Tree, I would be a Mango Tree ;
If I were a Bird, I would be a Phoenix ;
If I were a tool, I would be a knife ;
If I were a pair of shoes, I would be a pair of floaters ;
If I were a color, I would be black ;
If I were an emotion, I would be Happiness ;
If I were a Fruit, I would be An orange ;
If I were a Sound, I would be Laughter ;
If I were a car, I would be Volkswagen Beetle ;
If I were a Food, I would be Gulab Jamoon ;
If I were a Taste, I would be Sweet ;
If I were a place, I would be My home ;
If I were a Body Part, I would be the brain ;
If I were Music, I would be a melody ;
If I were a Dance, I would be moon walk ;
If I were an Animal, I would be an elephant ;
If I were an Element Of Earth, I would be the Air ;
If I were a Historical Figure, I would be Udham Singh ;
If I were A Famous Actor, I would be Russel Crow ;
If I were a Book, I would be Fountainhead ;
If I were a Poem, I would be "Miles to go before I sleep" ;
If I were a Room of the House, I would be The Study Room ;
If I were a film, I would be "12 angry men";
If I were a game, I would be "Hitman";
If I were a business leader, I would be Steve Jobs;


And,
If I were some other common person other than me,







No way!! There might be hundreds of similar people, but there's only one 'me' in this world. So don't miss out on meee.. ;-)

Is death penalty the solution?

I've been reading quite a lot of newspaper articles and blogs regarding the death penalty given to Kasab. The verdict initiated a lot of heated up discussions about capital punishment, people arguing both for and against it.

According to the government, Kasab will be hanged by the end of this year, provided, he doesn't challenge the verdict in the higher courts. But what if he does? He will spend years in the jail, and atlast, will be hanged if the verdict doesn't change.

What purpose do we serve by hanging Kasab? Will that send a message to the terrorist leaders, that we, Indians will react very strongly to such acts? I don't think so. Kasab, along with all his companions, was very much prepared to die, when he came to our country. When we hang Kasab, the terrorist masterminds will laugh at us, because, they all are still safe, to plan more attacks like this.

Kasab, doesn't represent the terrorists. He just represents the brainwashed and spoiled youth. He is a 22 year old, just like any of us. He was misdirected, and was used as a tool to implement the nefarious plans of someone else.

I salute all those who lost lives in the battle, but still, I strongly disagree with Karkare's wife's demand to make the execution public. Again, what's the use? When an arrow hits you, how do you take your revenge? By breaking the arrow, or by hitting the one who shot it at you?

Instead of hanging Kasab, we need to solve the huge conundrum of which, Kasab is a very small part of. We need to strengthen our police and intelligence forces in order to make sure that such incidents don't repeat. I still remember the television picture of policemen shooting at the terrorists at CST railway station, with their rifles, reloading after each shot. The terrorists, sprayed bullets back with AK 47 s.

And quite unfortunately, the pathetic situation hasn't changed much, even after the attack. The allocation of funds has taken place, but the huge corruption takes away a large chunk of the money. Now, even if the weapons are bought, policemen are not properly trained.

As far as we can't improve on all these, all we can do is to hang Kasab. Hang him, and hail the success of our fight against terror. Keep hailing, until the next attack happens!

Down the memory lane

Joblessness makes me do weird and needless things. Today, I scanned all the old photo albums.

Most of my childhood pictures were in a pathetic condition. There were only very few good ones. One among them was this. A birthday celebration when I was in 4th standard. Later on, when I started to stay in a hostel, after my 10th standard, I wouldn't even remember my birthday, unless my mother called and reminded me in the morning.

The pictures made me think about my childhood. I was the most troublesome kid around!

I still remember my first few days in school. I refused to obey the teacher, and ran out of the class several times. My parents had to request the teacher, not to compel me to read or write. As a result, I learned to read and write, very late.

The pediatrician who used to treat me during those days, had warned my parents that it was quite probable that I would end up being a criminal or an anti social element. The nurse in that clinic used to have very tough times, trying to give me an injection.

I can remember all that, but can't really figure out the way in which I used to think.

My parents had tough times, too, bringing up a maniac like me. But, I grew up to be a very soft spoken and reserved person. My mother tells me that it's her prayers that have done this. In that case, there has been an overdoing of it, I suspect, because I am a little too much reserved now.