I love my parents; if mom sneezes, I run to see what is bothering her; just as she did every time I needed anything when I was a kid.
“What’s so great about that? Isn’t everyone like that for their parents and their near and dear ones?” If that is the thought you have then I have to agree with you. You are right, it is completely normal, we all love and care for our near and dear ones. That’s how it is supposed to be.
Now imagine the person you love most in your life being terrorised, hunted down and killed like a hapless beast by a few strangers with a swagger for nothing he or she did. Don’t just imagine it, visualize it...please.
That’s exactly what Ajmal Kasab and his associates did on 26th November. They walked into our lives, hunted down and murdered helpless people. Hard working people who were heading home to their families. Lives were destroyed, generations have been affected, healthy people lost their limbs. Kasab and friends killed people they had never met or known and they laughed and chatted with each other while doing it.
Pity, remorse, regret? Sense of responsibility? These are words barbarians like Kasab don’t understand.
To quote Ranjan Roy’s blog “If you were living on Arthur Road in Mumbai, you'd like to wake up in the morning, sip tea in the veranda as you pore over the morning papers. That's what Ajmal Kasab, the newest celebrity resident of Arthur Road, albeit its jail, wants to do. He has also demanded perfume to clear the air around him and wants back the money that his Pakistani terror trainers had packed into his rucksack before they sent him off on a murderous sail to Mumbai.”
(http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/crosslines/entry/kasab-trial-or-circus1)
Death sentence for Ajmal Kasab is a foregone conclusion, it’s a no brainer!
Gargoyles like him have no religion or country or purpose. they thrive on fear and weakness. to him and his kind, civilisation and law are weaknesses so please don’t just kill him, work his sentence in stages. Here are some humble suggestions:
1. Castrate the bastard
2. Hang him naked in full public view outside Chartrapati Shivaji Terminus
3. Let pigs feed on him (Hannibal style)
4. Let him feed on human excreta
5. Sodomize him 9 times a day
Keeping his likes in mind, I further recommend that all of the above should be shown live on reality TV or web only for his satisfaction. We all know how much he loves publicity, we can even have an electric prod handy to keep reminding him to smile for the cameras. He would love that, after all we know how much he loves attention and playing games for publicity.
As far as his death sentence is concerned, I hope it’s not by electric chair because my country has a power shortage. Why waste what little there is on him? The next option would be gas chamber but then that’s just an accelerated form of living in any one of our polluted cities.
His death sentence should be by hanging from a handmade jute or Khadi rope. Making that rope would generate employment here and it would symbolise the power of our small-scale industry, it would also promote Swadeshi. Lastly, hanging Kasab to death by hanging on a jute or khadi rope will also send a message to other worms like Kasab that their violent ways will end will at the hands of the most non-violent people in the world...followers of our beloved Mahatma Gandhi ;)
30 April, 2010
Review of Housefull
I have a friend named Sonia, known her for a few years now. She's a certified nut case but as brilliant as can be. I guess thats because genius is normally accompanied by a streak of eccentricity.
I havent yet seen Housefull but she has and she reviewed it too. I think the review really is worth reading. So here it is completely uncensored...no edits no cuts. read on :)
Review of HOUSEFULL--
as expected--another 60crore crap from sajid nadiadwala and akshay kumar--after kambakht ishq!!!stupid,crass,senseless,done to death jokes,and awful stereotypes and caricatures of gays,gujaratis,punjabis,black people!!!juvenile humor!!
we r still supposed to laugh at boman thinking ritesh and akshay r gay!!and akshay doing break dance after being electrocuted!!and sensible directors dont get even 2 crore funding from these producers who dont mind spending millionns on chandni chowk to china,veer,blue and now ,another dud,housefull!!!
am aghast at this mindless spending on shit cinema!!!
rating---5/10!!
Sonia Singh
I havent yet seen Housefull but she has and she reviewed it too. I think the review really is worth reading. So here it is completely uncensored...no edits no cuts. read on :)
Review of HOUSEFULL--
as expected--another 60crore crap from sajid nadiadwala and akshay kumar--after kambakht ishq!!!stupid,crass,senseless,done to death jokes,and awful stereotypes and caricatures of gays,gujaratis,punjabis,black people!!!juvenile humor!!
we r still supposed to laugh at boman thinking ritesh and akshay r gay!!and akshay doing break dance after being electrocuted!!and sensible directors dont get even 2 crore funding from these producers who dont mind spending millionns on chandni chowk to china,veer,blue and now ,another dud,housefull!!!
am aghast at this mindless spending on shit cinema!!!
rating---5/10!!
Sonia Singh
29 March, 2010
Rancho versus Riz
Rancho (Phunsuk Wangdu – Aamir Khan’s character in 3 idiots) versus Riz (Rizwan Khan – Shahrukh Khan’s character in My Name is Khan)
Both are extremely popular lead characters and both have lead their films to create box office legend. However, both are complete opposites of each other.
Rancho is self-assured, intelligent, confident and mature beyond his years. Riz is disadvantaged and challenged in several ways and yet is confident enough to hold his own regardless of who he is up against.
Rancho oozes charm and can sometimes be a smug brat while Riz endears with his haplessness. His stubbornness and unpredictability land him trouble regularly.
What is it about each one that appeals to you and why?
What is it about each one that puts you off and why?
17 February, 2010
MESSAGE FOR THE SENAS OF OUR WORLD - Part 1
My grandfather, Shri Sankara Pillai was a rich land lord whose property spread across many fields in the South of India right upto Kanya Kumari. But he was also reputed lawyer and freedom fighter, his proficiency with the law made him an asset to every Nationalist of that time. India’s finest (including Mahatma Gandhi and Pandit Nehru among many others) often sought his advice before taking giant steps. The fact that he was rich, highly educated, razor sharp, fearless and committed to the cause of freedom made him a thorn on the British side because unlike most Indians of those days, he knew the law and used this knowledge aggressively for his compatriots in their struggle for freedom.
The British authorities in turn regularly raided our ancestral home and confiscated, destroyed and damaged everything they could (harassment and pressure was one of their most popular tactics). They ripped mattresses, broke walls, tore through fertile fields destroying crops. They man handled every member of our family and anyone even close to the family. Shri Sanakar Pillai, members of the family, relatives and neighbours were often dragged off to prison where they were beaten mercilessly and tortured for no crime at all. Besides this, they burnt and shredded any documentation they could get their hands on including property papers. In a few years, our farms and lands that once spanned many, many acres shrunk to virtually nothing. Our ancestral home, once a sprawling 26-room mansion looked like it had been hit by several tornados at once. Harassment and pressure was one of their most popular tactics.
Shri Sankara Pillai’s resolve and iron will was supported and yet surpassed only by his wife, Appiama Bhargavi Amma. She was his backbone. In those years of turmoil and chaos, they somehow managed to maintain a balance between passion for their country’s freedom and their personal life. Together they raised eight wonderful children (four boys and four girls). While Shri Sankara Pillai continued to work towards procuring freedom for his country, his wife Bhargavi Amma took care of their eight children, ran an orphanage, a temple and toiled towards educating uplifting women. This was during the early 19th century. Long, long before the West started bra burning and other allied causes for women’s rights.
They proudly hoisted and fluttered an Indian flag outside their home every single day regardless of the consequences. On one occasion, when Shri Sankara Pillai was carted off to jail on some flimsy pretext, the British Brigadier (Simpson) in charge of that area decided to bring down the flag. He gave a 24-hour notice to the Indians in his area to remove all such local flags or face dire consequences. Since Shri Sankara Pillai was in jail, the onus now fell on Bhargavi Amma.
Residents of the village ran to her to warn her and help her bring down the flag. Without batting an eyelid, she flatly refused went about her business of the day. The village folk then went to the local jail where her husband, (my grandfather) Shri Sankara Pillai was lodged. On hearing the entire story, he said that since he was in jail and she was now the head of the family, the decision was hers and hers alone. Whatever she decided, he would stand by her.
The clock was ticking and the villagers knew what would happen to their beloved Bhargavi Amma and her eight adorable children if the flag was not pulled down before that dreaded Brigadier Simpson reached the spot. They ran back to her and pleaded with her to bring down the flag. They tried to reason with her for the sake of her eight children if not anything else. An ever smiling and perpetually pleasant Bhargavi Amma simply refused and stood her ground in the politest, plainest yet most assertive way possible.
Strangely, their nerve-racking fear of the British crackdown was over powered by their love for their beloved Bhargavi Amma and her children. Knowing that they could not get her to change her mind, they decided to stand by her. One by one village folk came together and quietly camped outside our ancestral home. They decided that if anything had to happen to her it would have to happen to them first. As the news spread, the number of villagers outside our home kept multiplying in geometric progression! By early next morning our home was surrounded by thousands of villagers not only from our own sleepy little hamlet but from all over the state!!
By 12 noon that day, Brigadier Simpson suddenly decided that he needed to attend some other pressing matters in his area and therefore ‘postponed’ his order regarding Indian flags indefinitely.
What a victory it was, unarmed, under nourished, untrained and unorganized villagers stood their ground against a trained, well fed, well equipped and organized army and that too without any violence!!! No press, no 24/7 news coverage, no high stakes, no speeches. Conviction, faith, love and affection versus lust for power.
My dear readers, this entire episode may ring a bell, in that you may find a few similarities between this incident and one that happened recently here over the release of a film.
Does this story end here? No it does not!!
The British army issued shoot at sight orders against all eight of Shri Sankara Pillai’s children. To know what happened, do look out for part 2 of this very true series.
Born and brought up in Mumbai, I have served the Indian army with dignity and honour in battlefields in far-flung corners of our proud nation and still help wherever possible. I love Mumbai, I love Delhi, I love Kerala, I love Kolkata, I love every inch of my motherland and uphold the rights that our constitution has given us: My name is Captain Vinod Nair.
The British authorities in turn regularly raided our ancestral home and confiscated, destroyed and damaged everything they could (harassment and pressure was one of their most popular tactics). They ripped mattresses, broke walls, tore through fertile fields destroying crops. They man handled every member of our family and anyone even close to the family. Shri Sanakar Pillai, members of the family, relatives and neighbours were often dragged off to prison where they were beaten mercilessly and tortured for no crime at all. Besides this, they burnt and shredded any documentation they could get their hands on including property papers. In a few years, our farms and lands that once spanned many, many acres shrunk to virtually nothing. Our ancestral home, once a sprawling 26-room mansion looked like it had been hit by several tornados at once. Harassment and pressure was one of their most popular tactics.
Shri Sankara Pillai’s resolve and iron will was supported and yet surpassed only by his wife, Appiama Bhargavi Amma. She was his backbone. In those years of turmoil and chaos, they somehow managed to maintain a balance between passion for their country’s freedom and their personal life. Together they raised eight wonderful children (four boys and four girls). While Shri Sankara Pillai continued to work towards procuring freedom for his country, his wife Bhargavi Amma took care of their eight children, ran an orphanage, a temple and toiled towards educating uplifting women. This was during the early 19th century. Long, long before the West started bra burning and other allied causes for women’s rights.
They proudly hoisted and fluttered an Indian flag outside their home every single day regardless of the consequences. On one occasion, when Shri Sankara Pillai was carted off to jail on some flimsy pretext, the British Brigadier (Simpson) in charge of that area decided to bring down the flag. He gave a 24-hour notice to the Indians in his area to remove all such local flags or face dire consequences. Since Shri Sankara Pillai was in jail, the onus now fell on Bhargavi Amma.
Residents of the village ran to her to warn her and help her bring down the flag. Without batting an eyelid, she flatly refused went about her business of the day. The village folk then went to the local jail where her husband, (my grandfather) Shri Sankara Pillai was lodged. On hearing the entire story, he said that since he was in jail and she was now the head of the family, the decision was hers and hers alone. Whatever she decided, he would stand by her.
The clock was ticking and the villagers knew what would happen to their beloved Bhargavi Amma and her eight adorable children if the flag was not pulled down before that dreaded Brigadier Simpson reached the spot. They ran back to her and pleaded with her to bring down the flag. They tried to reason with her for the sake of her eight children if not anything else. An ever smiling and perpetually pleasant Bhargavi Amma simply refused and stood her ground in the politest, plainest yet most assertive way possible.
Strangely, their nerve-racking fear of the British crackdown was over powered by their love for their beloved Bhargavi Amma and her children. Knowing that they could not get her to change her mind, they decided to stand by her. One by one village folk came together and quietly camped outside our ancestral home. They decided that if anything had to happen to her it would have to happen to them first. As the news spread, the number of villagers outside our home kept multiplying in geometric progression! By early next morning our home was surrounded by thousands of villagers not only from our own sleepy little hamlet but from all over the state!!
By 12 noon that day, Brigadier Simpson suddenly decided that he needed to attend some other pressing matters in his area and therefore ‘postponed’ his order regarding Indian flags indefinitely.
What a victory it was, unarmed, under nourished, untrained and unorganized villagers stood their ground against a trained, well fed, well equipped and organized army and that too without any violence!!! No press, no 24/7 news coverage, no high stakes, no speeches. Conviction, faith, love and affection versus lust for power.
My dear readers, this entire episode may ring a bell, in that you may find a few similarities between this incident and one that happened recently here over the release of a film.
Does this story end here? No it does not!!
The British army issued shoot at sight orders against all eight of Shri Sankara Pillai’s children. To know what happened, do look out for part 2 of this very true series.
Born and brought up in Mumbai, I have served the Indian army with dignity and honour in battlefields in far-flung corners of our proud nation and still help wherever possible. I love Mumbai, I love Delhi, I love Kerala, I love Kolkata, I love every inch of my motherland and uphold the rights that our constitution has given us: My name is Captain Vinod Nair.
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