First they came...

I saw this poem on NDTV the other day, and really liked it.

"First they came for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Communist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Jew.

Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn’t speak up, because I was a Protestant.

Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one left to speak up for me."

It is written by Martin Niemöller, who was a German pastor and theologian. It talks about the inactivity of German intellectuals following the Nazi rise to power and the purging of their chosen targets, group after group.
I think the poem is brilliantly put. I don't remember why exactly NDTV was showing this, but it had something to do with whats happening in India. If no one speaks up, slowly and steadily there will be no one left ! One community will take out the other. The second will take out the third. and it will go on and on till no one is left standing. When will those fueling this fire realize the futility of it all?? !!

God :)

I found this on one of the sites I follow. It is so simple yet so brilliant. Check it out.

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Mornings... Arghhh !!!

I am simply NOT a morning person. Especially when I have to get up and come to work ! It's different if you are traveling to some new exciting place, or going to pick someone you have waited for, from the station/airport. But to get up early and come to work..when you don't have any work as such.. God ! that's a terrible way to start any day.

Our office timings changed today for the "Visarjan". We had to come in 1.5 hours earlier than usual. I somehow managed to drag myself out of the bed, away from the comforts of my warm blanket. It was so cold. The sun had just risen. Despite all the hurdles, I was successful in getting ready on time.

I found a perfect quote for all this. It goes: "The average, healthy, well-adjusted adult gets up at seven in the morning feeling just plain terrible. "

Ah ! Mornings....if only they started a bit later !

OMW - The Song

Oh baby you make me drool,
With you I just feel so cool.
Lets dance till the end of time,
and you be just mine, mine, mine !

(Instructions: Imagine you've written a corny, catchy, top 40 pop song. Give us a couple of lines of it. )

No thoughts today

I am feeling quite blocked today. No creative ideas. Nothing ! Zilch ! Bupkis (a new Yiddish word I learnt from my ever-so-learned Boss)

So.. The superstar will rest ! Just coz she feels like !

Oh.. I could make a small mention of this event..

Someone called me honest today. They liked my honesty. Grin grin :) Supposedly because I did not steal another person's credit. I didn't find any reason to make such a big deal of it, but I appreciate it. Thank you.

Kamineyyyyy !!!

BRILLIANT !!

There is really no other word to describe it. Vishal Bhardawaj has done it again. He raised our hopes high and delivered ! Very few directors actually live up to their reputation. Like I was slightly let down by Imtiaz Ali's 'Love Aaj Kal.' But Kaminey is a totally different story.

After the whole swine flu scare passed, Kaminey finally released in Pune. I had to wait another week to actually see it. I was getting impatient and irritated (which I get quite easily...yes I know it's not a virtue to brag about!) Then, at last I made it to the movie hall, bought the tickets, took the popcorn and settled down.

The movie was just so perfect. Shahid has created a new mark for himself. He potrayed both roles so well. Amazing. Priyanka also did well. It was nice to see her in this de-glam role. The other 'character actors' as I came to know they are called, also played their part well. All new faces, but class acting.

The plot would sound confusing to many, but the way it has been directed, everything just falls into place at the right time. The confusion itself is so entertaining. It is hilarious at times and also thought provoking. He has picked up many social issues and delicately weaved them into the movie. Corruption, anti-North Indian brigade and many others. He has created a master piece.

And don't even get me started on the music. I was almost dancing in the hall during Dhan ta naaaannnn ..tana na naaa !!!! I actually had to be held down. Sadly they didn't play the slow romantic number by Mohit Chauhan which I love 'Pehli baar mohabbat.' He has sung it so well. I liked 'Fatak' too. And of course the ghatti remix of 'pehli baar..' during the wedding! I just get some kind of kick out of that song.

All and all, a wonderful experience. A must-must-must watch !

Platonic

He knew she would be leaving in a few hours. The flight would take her so far away that even if he wanted he could not reach out to hold her hand. What damage would these 3000 miles between them cause? Would it do any good?

He dialed her number one last time, to say goodbye...for now. The phone rang about a million times. He felt impatient, nervously waiting to hear the voice at the end of the line. He thought about when next they would talk over the phone. Suddenly, he heard an excited 'Hey'. He forgot exactly what he had rehearsed to say. All he wanted was to be there, at the airport, next to her. Not here, stuck in this dingy 'hole in the wall.' She went on telling him how thrilled she was, to be traveling alone, to someplace so wonderful. He couldn't hear the words, just her voice. He caught himself smiling. She had always had this effect on him, or everyone for that matter.

His thoughts went back to the time they first met. The first glance, how shyly she spoke. He had been mesmerized by her since. Another shrill 'Hey' got him right back. 'Are you dreaming?' she asked. Wish he could tell her the truth. 'No' he lied, 'just listening to you.' And without a thought, she carried on.

A while later, she realized she had to go as her family was waiting. He suddenly felt a lump creeping up his throat. He didn't know what to say. He quickly said 'Bye' and a pause later, he was about to say 'I'll miss you,' when she hurriedly said 'Don't forget me. Okay !!' and hung up.

And he was back in his office cabin, alone. All he could think was, 'Did I even tell her?'

Lonesome

She stood there, just staring into oblivion. It had been three days now. He hadn't come for her yet. Her heart didn't want to believe the things her mind was forcing upon it. The strange dream she had last night was haunting her. She could never have imagined having so many conflicting thoughts at one time. At one moment, she felt a rush of emotion and at the very next she was numb. What could possibly have kept him away? She had never doubted his love. She wasn't here to test him. Flashes of their tumultuous past flickered in her head. They had braved it all, hadn't they? Then how could this create such a deep void? Were some questions better left unanswered? Ironically, she didn't know that too.

The museum

(painting by Gerard Boersma: young ladies)

It was her first visit. She had broken the rules, but was she afraid? She was too deeply consumed by the beauty of the Van Gogh in front of her to bother. She would deal with all that later. She just had these few days to explore the artistic wonder, that which she had craved to discover years ago. What had held her back then? Was it will? submission? or maybe a sense of guilt? She felt little guilt the day she had slipped away unnoticed. Lutetia had beckoned and she ran behind, blinded by passion. It was better late than never. How long did she have to wait? When can you be done proving love? Questions left unanswered, as always.

One-minute writing begins

So I'm gonna be a one minute writer :)

After following the blog for some time now, I decided that I better get down to writing. It's kinda hypocritical to have the button on my blog but never actually write. So ya, here I go.

How would I destroy my computer if I was facing technical problems?

Hmm... Such a perfect one for me, coz firstly I'm always on the comp. Secondly I'm facing tech problems more than half of the time. I love my laptop tooo much to ever actually damage it, but so many times I've had this deep urge to just throw it against the wall. Its become really slow these days and gets hung most of the time. But I'd never actually do it. It's my lil baby and I need it too much.
My office PC, now that doesnt give me so much trouble. But when it does I would perhaps like to fling it onto the floor and stamp it to pulp ! If only :)

Thats done for today :)
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