Why bother?

There was a time it was Kashmir. Then we read about Punjab, North-east, Mumbai....
Few years back Gujarat decided it needs a ethnic cleansing.
And then there were missionaries burnt alive in Orissa, They were tricking the poor dalits to convert, by helping them out in their misery.
Last few months there has been one bomb blast after another. They don't bother who they kill, for that matter they are right. After all the dead doesn't follow any religion.
Yesterday a man rushed a 2 year old to hospital in Delhi. He found her lying in one of bomb blast sites, injured. She died on operating table soon after.

What is the justification of bringing a child in this world? When I very well know that one day, it can be my children in a park and lying in their own blood, killed by people who has never set eye upon them, by people they have done no wrong to.
Or worse, my baby can come home and see all loved ones gone, and grow up to be one of those people, who live to hate others, vowing to kill the innocent.

Patience is .....

1. Smiling, when a hyper-active individual keeps kicking your bladder day long ... from inside.
2. Pulling up your pregnancy jeans for first 6 months because its too loose .... only end up pulling it up for last 3 months, because the waistband simply wont contain your oversized globe like waistline anymore.
3. Keep listening (without tearing your hair off) to all the people you know (and some that you dont), when they would come and give you advice how to save yourself (and the unborn one) from serious problems, like solar eclipse, evil wishes, demonic night walkers and others.
4. Not be rude to the family,who are hellbent on wrapping you up in soft cotton balls and pack you in some locker and try feeding you 68 times a day.
   
5. When people would come and tell you "dont worry darling, you WOULD have a son." then smile condescendingly, waiting for you to melt in gratitude.
   

Just a lovely song

EDDY GRANT GIMME HOPE, JOHANNA LYRICS

Well Johanna she runs a country
She runs in Durban and the Transvaal
She makes a few of her people happy, oh
She don't care about the rest at all
She's got a system they call apartheid
It keeps a brother in a subjection
But maybe pressure can make Jo'anna see
How everybody could a live as one

[chorus:]
Gimme hope, Jo'anna
Hope, Jo'anna
Gimme hope, Jo'anna
'Fore the morning come
Gimme hope, Jo'anna
Hope, Jo'anna
Hope before the morning come

I hear she make all the golden money
To buy new weapons, any shape of guns
While every mother in black Soweto fears
The killing of another son
Sneakin' across all the neighbours' borders
Now and again having little fun
She doesn't care if the fun and games she play
Is dang'rous to ev'ryone

[chorus]

She's got supporters in high up places
Who turn their heads to the city sun
Jo'anna give them the fancy money
Oh to tempt anyone who'd come
She even knows how to swing opinion
In every magazine and the journals
For every bad move that this Jo'anna makes
They got a good explanation

[chorus]

Even the preacher who works for Jesus
The Archbishop who's a peaceful man
Together say that the freedom fighters
Will overcome the very strong
I wanna know if you're blind Jo'anna
If you wanna hear the sound of drums
Can't you see that the tide is turning
Oh don't make me wait till the morning come

Old friend

I met abhijit during our school days, we went to same tuitions. He was this lanky funny guy with a huge mustache. I particularly remember him because his surname was Mahato, and his schoolmates used to tease him calling Ma-Hati … Never saw him getting upset with this though. He was as good as taking a joke on himself as he was cracking on others. May be he was even a little better on taking it on himself.

We were in same BE university also. As it happens with so many people, we lost touch since we left university. Just few months back Abhijit contacted me on orkut. I did not recognize him at first. It was 6 years after we met last, and he changed a lot since. After he managed to remind me of himself, I was very embarrassed and he was pulling my leg on my bad BAD memory. My excuse was that I would have recognized him, if he used his surname "Ma-Hati" or at least kept his mustache. After all as we all know "Go(n)pher ami, Go(n)pher tumi, Go(n)ph die jae chena". As usual he took the joke and replied, " I didn't know I was supposed to talk to you, otherwise would have kept my Go(n)ph" and laughed off.

Today morning, I saw a photo in newspaper. An Indian student was killed last night, in his apartment in the US university, he was doing his phd.

It's an old photo, with mustache, and his name was spelled in big letters in headline. I had no problem recognizing him today.