Terror amenable scriptures. Who will do the interpretations right? July 30, 2008
Posted by arunpurohit in India.Tags: India, terrorism
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- Jameel( Name changed) ,An engineer from Jamia who reported to me some time back said once – In the Interpol list of top 20 global terrorist 18 are Muslim, Does this tell you any thing ? The wrongs done by America against us in Mid East will give rise to more.
- Another friend of mine to whom I reported once, Akhtar(Name changed), tells me that he has never been able to avail the connecting flights he books in US. The reason, his name maps perfectly with a top20 terrorist. Every time he lands there, they just make him sit for 3 hours in a cabin and watch his reaction before letting him move.
- Aziz premji on a visit to US was stripped down to his undergarments because he thinks his name Aziz arose suspicions.
Considering that almost all terrorist attacks in India off late have been claimed by one or the other Islamic Radical Groups, the genesis and seepage of this militant psyche needs to be deeply interrogated ,analyzed and eliminated.
Why the militant fire which percolated the Sikh psyche now has disappeared where as it continues to flourish in the minds of Afzal and Abid.
Why the youth in Madarsas have such low flashpoints and gleefully become trigger/detonator happy?
Are rational progressive Muslims like Saeed Naqvi, Md Hasan, Zakir Naik or Kalaam really a Minority in minority?
What is it in the Islamic scriptures which can be so easily misinterpreted to go on merciless killing. I read in history book that Taimoor Lung interpreted from Quran that all Kafirs have to be either converted or brought to sword. With that interpretation and military might he had rivers of blood flowing everywhere he went from Kabul to Delhi.
There seems to be a hell lot of work that needs to be done to make people “Lose their illusions” on both side
These thoughts were triggered by a story ,a friend of mine sent to me today
Learn from Gujjars: Indian Mujahideen
Sunday, July 27, 2008, (New Delhi)
The little known terror group Indian Mujahideen, which has claimed responsibility for the serial blasts in Ahmedabad, has said in an email sent to media houses that minority community in Gujarat should take a cue from the Gujjar agitation in Rajasthan.
‘If a petty population of Rajasthani Gujjars can use force for fulfilling their needs, then are we even more subjugated than them?’, reads the email sent by the terror group, suspected to be a shadow amalgam of banned SIMI and Pakistan-based Lashker-e-Taiba, minutes before the Ahmedabad explosions.
The Gujjar agitation for ST status, with its epicenter in Rajasthan was witnessed by the country for more than a fortnight in May and June.
Manmohan Metamorphosis- Arrival of a grey idealist July 24, 2008
Posted by arunpurohit in India, Leadership.Tags: India, Nuclear deal, Philosop, Philosophy, Politics, vote of confidence
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Bernard Shaw was once asked – Why do you contradict some of the assertions you so strongly propagated a few years back ?.
His answer was – “ Show me a person who doesn’t change with time, If I don’t change will I not be stale and stinking. The very fact that I change my views and opinions is a testimony that I am alive and awake”.
This brings me to adages. Earlier , “ Try , try and try again till you succeed” and now , “ Try , try and try again and then give up… No use being a damned fool about it.. “So if the commandment which I learnt in military college “ If you have been given a clear objective and you don’t have means, Go – Beg , borrow or steal” were to appear in a new avatar , it will be “ GO, Beg, borrow , steal or Rob” today.
Some years ago Shahrukh when asked what was his world view of competition had said- “When climbing up on a rope I wont pull the leg of man ahead but tell him, Look whats on your leg?? And as he looks down , I’ll zip ahead.. This is the new face of yuppie India where humans don’t appear in black or white but in various shades of grey.. Shining white shirts no longer form the standard corporate attire… We have started admiring bosses who come riding bicycles to work and sport fine polka dots on their crisp cottons
We need more Krishnas in this age .. A Sanskrit proverb says- Never be fully straight in life. Straight trees are the one which are cut first in the forest .. coz they readily form good furniture. Its good that wise old Singh has added a little twist to his image. J
Thaddu, the king of erotica July 19, 2008
Posted by arunpurohit in Literary.Tags: College days, erotica, Hostel, Humor, Nostalgia, Sex
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Today, I read Prashant’s blog epandit : http://prashanktsinha.blogspot.com/ and had memories of Thaddu hitting me allover. Its 1am. everybody @ home is asleep, the dogs in the neighbourhood are raising intermittent barks and I am swept with amazing days I had with Thaddu. The harder I try to dispel his memories, the stronger is the tune that blares in my head -”THADDU CANT BHAG SAALA”.
Thaddu was a guy of above average height , he was clean shaven , had receeding hair hairline. His eyes had a mischief behind those thin rimmed steel glasses. Thaddu was the abstraction of his surname Thadani. This Sindhi guy from some town in Madhya Pradesh always had a smile on his face and was quickly a hit amongst all for his earthy cracks.
Early in the college years , frugality used to pour cold water on our urges to buy ‘ Debonair’ (An Indian avatar of Playboy), the stringent penalty on bringing TV and VCR in hostel put a price not worth the fun.The digital entertainment was not ubiquitous and internet was avaialble in cities like Delhi@ Rs90 for half an hour. Repressed and pent up there was an acute need for something which could fuel our imaginations/arousals. The specialty of Thaddu was not in retelling jokes from books. He was a fountainhead of erotic imagination. His oeuvre was in creating stories out of live characters. The characters which were present around us. The English teacher, the Malaysian student on campus, the shy girl in Civil Engineering all. One such… narrative in a hostel room after nerve wrecking exam..and 3 days of gap between.
“I am coming back from a post lunch class, the eyes are heavy , the road to hostel on this mid summer afternoon appears long and lonely. I curse myself to peg my steps. The lips are dried up as I wag my tongue to enliven them. In this desert where do I see the hope of filling my thirst. There in a distance I see Shakshi mam( Name changed) walking leisurely towards her quarter. I see her posterior rise up and fall in smooth harmonic motion as if an oscillator has been let loose on a slow pulse.. I follow her into her home garden and whip up my smile. She smiles back and asks me gently why ? how I am here. I say- ” I am thirsty”. She has come inside. I slowly step in as the creaky spring door wriggles on the circular arc on floor to force a closure. . The room is dark, the heavy curtains let only a minimal flux of light define the boundaries of furnishings on the sofa. The carpet below is heavy.. the silence make me hear my beat which is thumping by now. She is now back in the hall, with a tray and a silver glass filled with water laced with fragrance of rose. She bends down and the end of her Pallu slithers. She it seems is in some thoughts .As I slowly sip the sweetest water I have drunk in my life , i am aroused at the lustre of her skin.From the neck.. moving down below I see the heaven.. i never thought … I will…
Then he stopped, there was pandemonium in the room.. nobody could stand this interrupt.. Bhen***** ruk mat.. Bhosri..kyon le rahaa hai… aage Bol.. and curses to goad him into doing something. He put a price, thodi thandee beer le kay aa.. and then he would move ahead.
Thaddu was in demand in various Hostel rooms for his uncanny imagination and twists. As his reputation spread, there were bookings for him .Guys would come up with their crushes, obsessions , hotlists and Thaddu would deflower them all with is profound visual imagery. This used to be a bigger paisa vasool than hanging from overstuffed buses and going all the way to the city to seek gratification.. He was a bigger hero than mast ram or letters to pent house. The characters in his shows were all real, the sorroundings were the ones we lived in and the depiction of love always had spontaneity with a little bit of linguistic crudity which spiced up our imaginations. Enamored by his skills we thought of launching a clandestine yellow publication. Like many of my great business ideas this too suffered infant mortality. Only my best friend Viru had a buy in for its business case.
Even if I F*** aside the loss of elusive millions I could not make out from this hugely original prospect ( Like Hefner did) , whenever I meet my College friends and we get drunk, the only scream that comes of my heart is- “ Aaj Thaddu Kahaan hai”