Like every body I have less opinions and more advice to give. Sermonising is one of our favourite past time after all we belong to land of mystics and snake charmers. I was thinking everybody keeps advising the Government, security Forces, Political masters but what about the Terrorists .So I took upon myself the daunting task though a bit risky I presume .So without wasting any time here for you My dear Osamas.
. Why kill innocent people? That doesn’t make you popular. Try targeting the big shots. It will have more media coverage and more propaganda effect.
. Why target the security forces? Why don’t you target those whom the security forces are most of the time deployed to protect? Yes our political masters. One or two efforts were very fascinating and gutsy. Hats off to you guys!
. Why fight for religion? Fight for poverty, you will have more lieutenants than ever .You will have wider appeal.
. Why highjack a plane? Try high jacking the intellect. That will be more demanding and of course heroic.
. Last but not the least do open a consultancy like all big multinationals after all a bit more money isn’t going to hurt.
Note for cyber crime experts: The ideas expressed are just trying my hands at pun. And of course the advise are as valid for people like Raj Thakery.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
A CLOSE SHAVE
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
I was travelling down to the Border town from Thimphu for my official work a few days back.The temperature in north India was pretty cold whereas it had not snowed in the hills facing the Duars .Its a perfect situation for dense fog.So after our fill at Takhti (a beautiful Cafetaria on the road) we moved on.The visiblity thereafter was hardly 2-3 metres.All vehicles were willing to give pass and follow the tail lamp of the vehicle ahead. Some where down the road my driver let the vehicle ahead of us move on.So we were left to ourselves.Both of us strained our eyes to keep track of the road.Every curve appeared to be the longest one.It was also getting dark pretty fast.At around five it was pitch dark and then it happened.Suddenly I felt a jolt as if I was thrown over.The left wheels of our gypsy had fallen in to the drain towards the brest wall of the road.Had the driver been not attentive in keeping himself close to the wall we certainly would have fallen deep down .Such incidents keep happening.It is said by wise men that at such close moments you live your life.Such moments make you man.Well that certainly would be true for after the incident i was pretty calm and rationale.I who usually would loose my cool at subordinates was very calm and supportive of my driver.After we were pulled out of vehicles by the local bhutnese people.With some muscle power and lever work we managed to recover the vehicle and drove the rest of the way at the second gear.The vehicle was not turning well to the right something was obstructing it.I was even willing to drive as i saw the driver was aghast and lost.Probably that was due to my Military training.Whatever but later on i realised i loved it. But if you ask me do I want to be so close?No is my answer.
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
I was travelling down to the Border town from Thimphu for my official work a few days back.The temperature in north India was pretty cold whereas it had not snowed in the hills facing the Duars .Its a perfect situation for dense fog.So after our fill at Takhti (a beautiful Cafetaria on the road) we moved on.The visiblity thereafter was hardly 2-3 metres.All vehicles were willing to give pass and follow the tail lamp of the vehicle ahead. Some where down the road my driver let the vehicle ahead of us move on.So we were left to ourselves.Both of us strained our eyes to keep track of the road.Every curve appeared to be the longest one.It was also getting dark pretty fast.At around five it was pitch dark and then it happened.Suddenly I felt a jolt as if I was thrown over.The left wheels of our gypsy had fallen in to the drain towards the brest wall of the road.Had the driver been not attentive in keeping himself close to the wall we certainly would have fallen deep down .Such incidents keep happening.It is said by wise men that at such close moments you live your life.Such moments make you man.Well that certainly would be true for after the incident i was pretty calm and rationale.I who usually would loose my cool at subordinates was very calm and supportive of my driver.After we were pulled out of vehicles by the local bhutnese people.With some muscle power and lever work we managed to recover the vehicle and drove the rest of the way at the second gear.The vehicle was not turning well to the right something was obstructing it.I was even willing to drive as i saw the driver was aghast and lost.Probably that was due to my Military training.Whatever but later on i realised i loved it. But if you ask me do I want to be so close?No is my answer.
Friday, January 25, 2008
THE CARROT
It's red it's beautiful and is shown more often than given.I am talking about the super sweet vegetable fruit called Carrot.The vegetable has many usage in Indian Cuisine.It's for everyone ,rich, ultra rich ,poor ,ultra poor, Bureaucrat,Politicians,and we soldiers who unfortunately get it in ration.
let's begin from top.You will be made constitutional head of the state.What a sweet Jagar ka halwa with rich cream as dividend.Truly the puppet culture in India has died because of this carrot only.Hats off to the British colonisers who first thought of this as a tool of Governance.Rai Bahudurs and sir so ad so are the legacy which they have left for us.
Why else in earth we should have some obscure politician as Governors or High commissioner to a commonwealth?I think its a fruit by which you can curb bitter taste.It is used to keep the dissatisfied the rebels the outspoken in good books.We all have seen stalwarts axed some time or the other.This happens when the individual does not succumb to the temptations of the carrot.
Moving down you have promotions and postings and what not.still down the ladder you have leave as leverage.Well the vegetable which was to be used to give flavour and colour has surely got rotten.I think its time to give way to clean green vegetables like spinach.For we all will be given the carrot one time or the other.
Au revoir
let's begin from top.You will be made constitutional head of the state.What a sweet Jagar ka halwa with rich cream as dividend.Truly the puppet culture in India has died because of this carrot only.Hats off to the British colonisers who first thought of this as a tool of Governance.Rai Bahudurs and sir so ad so are the legacy which they have left for us.
Why else in earth we should have some obscure politician as Governors or High commissioner to a commonwealth?I think its a fruit by which you can curb bitter taste.It is used to keep the dissatisfied the rebels the outspoken in good books.We all have seen stalwarts axed some time or the other.This happens when the individual does not succumb to the temptations of the carrot.
Moving down you have promotions and postings and what not.still down the ladder you have leave as leverage.Well the vegetable which was to be used to give flavour and colour has surely got rotten.I think its time to give way to clean green vegetables like spinach.For we all will be given the carrot one time or the other.
Au revoir
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