I just love this one. Death sentence is undoubtedly the highest punishment the law could slap on Dhananjoy's face.
However, I maintain that castration would have been more effective than capital punishment.
But what these guys are doing to this rapist-murderer is the best he deserves.
9/16/2004
I will never hate anything...
Because when I really detest an institution or a concept, I finally end up liking it beyong my own belief.
Some time back in my ludite years, I used to believe that INTERNET is surely going to die by 2005, and so will the concept of generating revenues using web as a medium.
Well exactly half a decade after I made that vehement preposterous statement, here I am facing a room full of people preaching the virtues of technology and Internet. I can almost see Viyer laughing his ribs out.
To borrow some academic jargon, I am probably a late adopter of change. My first reaction to anything new is denial. This cynicism in fact compels me to research more about new things and disprove what the general "public" has been endorsing.
God why did u make me like this?
Some time back in my ludite years, I used to believe that INTERNET is surely going to die by 2005, and so will the concept of generating revenues using web as a medium.
Well exactly half a decade after I made that vehement preposterous statement, here I am facing a room full of people preaching the virtues of technology and Internet. I can almost see Viyer laughing his ribs out.
To borrow some academic jargon, I am probably a late adopter of change. My first reaction to anything new is denial. This cynicism in fact compels me to research more about new things and disprove what the general "public" has been endorsing.
God why did u make me like this?
9/09/2004
Being In Touch
I have a select circle of friends and acquaintainces. I have not made any close friends after 1999--and when I made one in my University, I ended up marrying him. :)
What gives me a kick is that I am in touch all of my buddies from school and college. The feeling that I get when I read a classmate's blog or even an SMS, it is absolutely fabulous. I feel connected, and loved.
Woke up this morning with a call from Bangalore. It is so nice to hear mom and dad in the morning. It is almost like they can see me getting ready for office. Miss home, parents, and my lovely twin brothers.
What gives me a kick is that I am in touch all of my buddies from school and college. The feeling that I get when I read a classmate's blog or even an SMS, it is absolutely fabulous. I feel connected, and loved.
Woke up this morning with a call from Bangalore. It is so nice to hear mom and dad in the morning. It is almost like they can see me getting ready for office. Miss home, parents, and my lovely twin brothers.
9/07/2004
Bye Bye Love...
Journalism has been a passion and profession for almost 15 years in the quarter of my life. I made the best of friends, worthy enemies and not-so-kind competitors. To all of whom, I owe a lot! From being an internee, errand-boy-cum-trainee, writer, sub-editor, I relished various roles in the same field.
It is hard to imagine what else I would have done to earn my cheese and bread. I had the good fortune of seeing dreamy-eyed cubs, inspiring career journos, op-ed writers, frustrated sub-editors, and business scribes in the industry.
From awe to boredom to stress, I experienced it all. Well, so did I think!In the last two years, when most of my experienced colleagues left journalism for brighter and "better paying pastures", I stood up like a upholder of ethics and journalistic conscience. I never missed an opportunity to give my two-pence worth of criticism on these quitters as I loved to call them.
Although I was getting just above peanuts at the end of my month, it helped me sail through the month and even leave me with decent savings. And so, I never took up any "paying" options that came my way. I have no regrets at all!
Today I am in a different place, and am looking at taking up a different job on the other side of journalism. What is it? That is not important. The truth is that I have untied the laces of my shoes, and am ready to get into new ones. Almost. I cannot feel anything. It is just a job. There is no love, passion, or the feeling of belonging. What is there, is a drive, that tells me I should take this as a challenge to run an entirely new race.
I am enthusiastic, I only wish my heart that is still stuck somewhere in 90's ideals, dreams and aspirations, was back in my person with me.
PS: I abstained from blogging because I was at loss for words to describe what I have been going through.
It is hard to imagine what else I would have done to earn my cheese and bread. I had the good fortune of seeing dreamy-eyed cubs, inspiring career journos, op-ed writers, frustrated sub-editors, and business scribes in the industry.
From awe to boredom to stress, I experienced it all. Well, so did I think!In the last two years, when most of my experienced colleagues left journalism for brighter and "better paying pastures", I stood up like a upholder of ethics and journalistic conscience. I never missed an opportunity to give my two-pence worth of criticism on these quitters as I loved to call them.
Although I was getting just above peanuts at the end of my month, it helped me sail through the month and even leave me with decent savings. And so, I never took up any "paying" options that came my way. I have no regrets at all!
Today I am in a different place, and am looking at taking up a different job on the other side of journalism. What is it? That is not important. The truth is that I have untied the laces of my shoes, and am ready to get into new ones. Almost. I cannot feel anything. It is just a job. There is no love, passion, or the feeling of belonging. What is there, is a drive, that tells me I should take this as a challenge to run an entirely new race.
I am enthusiastic, I only wish my heart that is still stuck somewhere in 90's ideals, dreams and aspirations, was back in my person with me.
PS: I abstained from blogging because I was at loss for words to describe what I have been going through.
9/01/2004
Wishful thinking...
My week has started on a very good note. Finally, I found some body who would pay me for doing what I like the best--writing. But here in Singapore, finding a job is not just enough. The employment pass is a big hurdle. So, I am urging all my friends, and readers of this blog to please please pray for me.
I have cribbed enough about SG. From now onwards, I will also say some nice things. I managed to see a full episode of FRIENDS on my bus journey from City Hall to Whampoa Drive on TV Mobile. I am wondering if DTC (the notorious, irate public transport of the Indian Capital, Delhi) would ever be able to do that. Not that I doubt its potential, but am thinking there would be too many channels and programmes to choose from! But a re-run of KSBKBT (a must see hindi soap that old women see and young women feign to not see in India!!) might just bring a little smile on our sweater-knitting Pammiji's face.
In other news, movie mania continues...amused myself with a very kiddy "13 going on 30".
PS: Bad roads, undone flyovers, snobbish people, oily food, and extreme weather just dont bother me any more. Despite all, I love the place I came from, Delhi.
I have cribbed enough about SG. From now onwards, I will also say some nice things. I managed to see a full episode of FRIENDS on my bus journey from City Hall to Whampoa Drive on TV Mobile. I am wondering if DTC (the notorious, irate public transport of the Indian Capital, Delhi) would ever be able to do that. Not that I doubt its potential, but am thinking there would be too many channels and programmes to choose from! But a re-run of KSBKBT (a must see hindi soap that old women see and young women feign to not see in India!!) might just bring a little smile on our sweater-knitting Pammiji's face.
In other news, movie mania continues...amused myself with a very kiddy "13 going on 30".
PS: Bad roads, undone flyovers, snobbish people, oily food, and extreme weather just dont bother me any more. Despite all, I love the place I came from, Delhi.
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