THINKING, TALKING, TYPING TRASH

  2 years gone, and he has very conveniently returned to normalcy. 2 years gone, and he has bounced back, like he always does. 2 years gone, and he has, for one more time, gotten busy with his own business. Yes, I am talking about the Mumbaikar, who has perhaps seen, dared and faced more than any of us. He surely cannot forget what happened to his city and its people 2 years back. Bitter memories haunt him like nightmares. He doesn't want to forgive those, who turned his paradise of a home into a horrific city under siege. the rage in him is so intense that it will not die down for some time now. His state of mind tells him that forgiving would be a crime. No Mumbaikar, no Indian will forgive! But what have we really done about it...lit a candle? Said a little prayer? Missed our favourite shows and surfed between news channels all day long? even I have done the same. But what difference does it make? What will a silly candle do? It will die down in an hour or so...what after t...

"MY BROTHER -IN- LAW PASSED AWAY THIS MORN. FEEL QUITE UPSET NOW." It is very easy to share your happiness with someone. You can do that to a stranger passer-by as well. But sometimes it becomes so difficult to share your grief even with your closest acquaintance. It's so strange how some people can make you feel so special by sharing their grief with you. A friend of mine just did that - made me feel so special and important. The friend was really upset...lost a close relative...forever. But I am not sure if my words were soothing enough to comfort her. I am worried for her...more so, because she counted on me in time of a crisis. I hope I was of help. Death is so difficult, so unacceptable. We all know it's coming, yet we are never ready for it. It's inevitable. From the moment we were born, we have been taking baby steps, sometimes running towards it. It's just round some dark corner...only a matter of 'when'...but it's painful, all the same....

Last night i tried to kill myself. It was so easy. All I needed was a syringe full of air. I had even taken out the syringe from the fridge. It was right there in my hand. But I couldn't pierce my way into my skin. It takes a lot of courage to take your own life. I lacked that courage at 3 in the morning. I was depressed. I AM depressed. Yet I took the courage to live on. I know, today will be another day of misery and humiliation. Even tomorrow will be just the same. But the plunge has been made and I will have to swim into happiness. These tough times will pass by and I will be smiling at the end. I will have people around me who will LOVE me. LOVE, something I've always yearned for. Something, I never thought I had enough. Something I have never given away enough because I have never had enough of it. LOVE, i still yearn for it. But I have FAITH in my friend up there, that I will eventually have loads of it, LOVE that is. FAITH, I have plenty of it. I exist because my FAIT...

Just one thousand four hundred and eleven left! The count might just go down even as I am writing this. Isn't it a bit degrading on our part to not be able to preserve our national animal? The Indian Tiger is our national heritage. If not compassionate, try and be a bit considerate. STOP the killing! STOP taking pride in being a hunter! JUST STOP THE COUNTDOWN, for God's sake!!!