My 100th post on the blog and full of grief and frustration.

In India bombings now just happen like a festival. Once in every two months, there is chaos, the news is packed, its in the back of your mind and then you carry on with your life. I have to blog about Bombings because it affects me and affects me badly.

Like everyone, I have heard stories about people who were there of whom one I know personally. I have seen emails being forwarded by people of individuals jotting down their experiences and explaining the plight of many who died on the fateful day. I personally do not feel safe now.

The attacks on the Taj and Oberoi hits the cream and that is where everyone aspires to be dining some day. Aspirations being materialised blown off in a bomb blast or mercilessly slauthered by bullets is hell broken loose.

I remember the Shoba Singh painting called the "Making of the Taj" where Shahjahan is holding the dead Mumtaz all in grief and the genesis of the emotion being materialised. A great painting which shows why it had to be nothing less then the Taj Mahal. Now,the burning of another Taj with the emotions running equally high, be in on a different parameter makes me wonder Why..

I pray for peace and love..

TRICK TRIP

Everything which looks appealing to the eye has a back bone called trick which makes it stand out. The trick is to understand the previous trick and the preparation it requires.

After the Ice Ages..

Its after a real good while that I have now discovered a Band which makes me think of Metal Again. On a New Level, like a Pain Killer charging the Battery of my Roots

Look forward to this shit..

DO YOU THINK..

I just heard that Obamas biggest influence was his grand mother. Come to think of it, I think for me its my mother. A perfect house wife from my eyes and a true mother in the strict sense.

Although she always remained a house wife, I think she was a real talent wasted. She would have excelled in any profession, like the way she excelled as a house wife and a mother . Religion and Pooja is a big part of her life. India Tv one of her favourites which my father simply HATES.

Bhinder once came home and met my mom. The observant that she is, she told me that my Mom has a very high IQ. High education would have moulded her brain which is professionally confined to the thinking of a house wife with her family. The economy, US Policy, Indian policy, the interest rates, mergers, do not come in her daily routine.

Perhaps, the mind set of the folks in the 50ts was quite different, different to comprehend as on date. My mother tells me that my Nana was of the view that girls should not be taught too much.

I am glad that India has changed over the years. I seriously hope mothers havent. Fathers still need their beer and a smoke.