Being perfectly insane

The past week has been horrifying in New Delhi with major protests against the gang rape of an innocent 23 year old girl and brutal attack on her male accompanying her on a private bus during late hours. There are statistics that say that a female is raped every 20 minutes and this is something we ought to be proud of being in the world’s largest democracy when we can’t even come up with laws that can protect the female population. I can’t blame the idiots in parliament who pass stupid laws either. It was you who put them in those seats in the first place. The recent gang rape incident will remain in the media only as long as the numbers are good on the ratings and soon later the issue will die out like a candle in a storm and never be heard of again. First and foremost I want to set some thinking standards before going further. When one hears of news that a female was raped in some ‘metropolitan city’ during ‘late hours’, the first thing that comes to the mind is that she might

I’m sure we all have dreams as kids. Dreams about the job you want to do, about the house you want to live in, about the class of the car you want drive and about the partner you want to spend your lifetime with. As kids we had dreams that were vast and we were eager to grow up and live the dreams we dreamt. When I was a little kid, at an age of five I wanted to be a pilot. It was so cool to fly something that huge and live big. That was my first dream. Next year I was in India for summer holidays and a television advertisement caught my eye with a police in it kicking bad asses and the next moment I wanted to become a police officer. My third dream (as much as I regret it now!!) was to become an engineer. Other dreams were to make my own flying vehicle and with a secret underground garage for it. These were some of the crazy dreams I dreamt when I grew up. I am sure others had even more crazy ones!! Dreams give us a purpose to achieve and conquer your ambitions and

I was thinking the other day why people end lives by suicides. Methods of suicides have always awed me (in a rather funny way). These include hanging dead from the ceiling fan, jumping from a building to fall flat, cutting your wrists(most likely in the bathroom), sleeping on a rail track, having a heavy dose of sleeping pills, drinking poisons and probably the last trying to find out if the bullet comes through the other side of the head when firing a gun. Some methods are horrifying while others are okay as long as until people don’t discover you dead with your stinking dead smell! Suicides are actually committed to make a point. Most probable reasons for suicides would be pressure due to situations that are financial, career based or personal. Most suicides have a motive, which is to deliver a message across to some specific persons concerned. And this message always reads as ‘I am a worthless piece of shit!’ That’s right folks; no one’s going to remember you for your suicid

Honk....Honk....keenk....keenk....(and all the hilarious sounds you could think of) That’s all what I hear behind my ass on my way to the workplace and back from it. I’ve lived in two major cities in India for now to assume that all other cities are no different and very much the same. Must I add that to me they are exactly the same!! As a kid I always wanted to get behind the wheels as soon as I could. Bur today I regret to think that I had thought my dad was having fun on the wheels when he drove us for shopping, school, parks and more shopping!! I really don’t how in the world the whole population in India has a licence and their own vehicle. Maybe India is rich....in its poor own way. Where on earth most of the population does have a vehicle and also pays relatively more for fuel!! Sometimes makes me wonder if everyone has a licence then why the hell is there an RTO for? A better idea would be for our so called elected leaders push for a notion towards ‘freedom to driv

I am a Muslim. I don’t wear skull caps nor do I wear a kurta  and in fact I don’t even have a beard. I don’t eat biryani all week and nor do I carry a Russian assault rifle over my shoulder. If the Muslim you had in mind did match the above description, I’m sorry to disappoint, that’s me and I’m a Muslim. In fact a very proud one I would say. I was born in the Holy city of Makkah , Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. The following views are my own and I don’t need any Khan, Ahmed or Ali to tell me what Islam is and how I have to practice it, thank you. All for two towers destroyed and three thousand lives lost because of Osama Bin Laden (whom people are not even sure even existed), you destroyed the living of thousands of people in several nations and also ransacked them under the false banner ‘War on Terror’. Where was the ‘Weapons of Mass Destruction’ that Mr. Powell Collins was talking about before invading Iraq? And why has a picture of Osama never come out if he was killed and wh