Terror strikes bangalore!

As the people of this IT hub of India were slowing getting into yet another weekend frenzy, 9 blasts rocks the city. Not because of the destruction it caused, just because of the sheer panic followed. 2 people have died so far, many are injured.

I was just finishing my lunch when one of my friends from Kerala just called up and told me that there is a bomb blast just a few miles away from where I was having my lunch. Soon the news of more fresh blasts followed. We rushed back to office and stayed there till the picture became clear as to how many and where all the blasts occurred.

Looking at the nature of the blasts, it is quite obvious that whoever has done it didn't mean to cause so much of destruction and loss of human lives. They have used jellattine sticks where in usually RDX is used in such attacks. But one thing is sure, they were successful in creating panic for entire Bangalorean's ... jam packed road where people flee their workplace and head home to be with their loved one's.... jammed telephone lines.... damn it was scary indeed.

Serial blasts are nothing new to India, where in our north borders are always subjected to infiltrations by terrorists and naxals whose sole motto is to bring more bad news to us. Pakistan hosts so many terrorist camps and so does Bangladesh... Nepal and China gives their support to the Maoist rebels on our northern states.

When would these idiots learn that borders are never a separation, rather a meeting point of two different culture... When would they realize, its the same color for blood, its the same kind of love that exists in the other side. In fact if India could use the money what we use to protect our borders for something good, we would've been a much better country by now.
Guess my Muslim brothers and Sisters - mislead by those clerics who don't know what Qur-an says would realize the true value of life one day....

Transformations – The husband

So here I am, looking at the big heap of clothes which I just managed to wash the other day, the messy dressing table, TV screen looks distorted with dust, washed plates yet to reach the shelf, all those bills piling up in my purse, the decent looking floor now that my SIL managed to clean today, the CD’s overdue from the library …. Just wondering what would be my state if my dear honey is not back home in few months :)

We all go through transformations in our lifetime… from the innocent child to the naughty childhood. The daring teenage, the confused 20’s and the settled 30’s and the matured forty… and so on. But I would love to look these transformation from a different perspective. The son-husband-father chain.

I would say the transmission from the son – or say bachelor – to a responsible husband was the most exhaustive of all. Its like two raw piece of metals of different gener bolted together – each having its own characteristics or say two big blocks of rocks with sharp edges put to a revolving container. As a bachelor, you have your own choices, or as a son you depend on your parents or only support them.

The initial days will be so excruciating with lots of fresh painful friction marks when two entities and their characteristics meet for the first time. But as we keep going, it gets softer, leaving a permanent mark which smoothens the ride and we loose those sharp edges to get into a much comfortable shape. This must be the same thing happening to any new couple, they were raised in different families, under different culture, nurtured themselves in their own point of views. But as we get to realise what your loved one likes to see you doing, or hate to see you doing, the transformation of a scot free bachelor to a responsible husband begins. It’s a struggle no doubt, but its one battle which worth fighting for.

I was the most carefree, daring and the silliest of the spoiled brat breed, caring for no one (apart from a very few) and listening to no one :) Infact I still get the glimpses of those characteristics – but the very thought of my angels hold me back again and again. That’s what transformations do to you :) Being away from them for more than a week, I can see those old characteristics of being a lazy ass here and their, but no sign of the old wild beast in the :) I can feel the pain of holding back myself, but I do enjoy it :) - confession of a transformed human!