Just a pic

This is just a picture my friend took with the cruddy VGA camera on my mobile. It spite of the technical limitations I thought it was a beautiful picture .

Censorship HO !!!

Maoists raise banners against the miss Nepal competition, saying it debases women

A cleric in Islamabad burns hollywood and bollywood DVD's and vows to restart the talibani regime in Pakistan

2 channels are taken off air in India. Reason ? Yup, they're "indecent"

One is tiny little country, very recently a democracy, the other torn apart by a west loving president and a population who mostly think different, and the third , a democracy 60 years old and bulking up to be one of tomorrows major power players. Two of them have fought bitter wars against each other. So how come, when it's a question of what constitutes decency, fools seldom... well, you know.

No, I am not a hormone addled adolescent dying to see a flash of nipple on screen. When you can buy anything from softporn to bestiality from you friendly neighbourhood pirate, and at a cost less than a burger and coke, I doubt ANYONE is. So how come anyone believes that clamping down on television channels will help ?

The simple answer is, No one does. No one even imagines in their loveliest pink frilled fantasies that censorship will solve any problems.But the simple equation is if you pretend to be "decent" and "wholesome", other's will be forced to wear masks with you too. And both people AND society at large loves thos little masks. Anything to shy away from the naked, raw, base human nature. But why ? Because what lies in there is really VERY scary ? Because underneath all the layers of civilizations we are cruel,sadistic,harmful beings . Because if they really let it loose, hatred and violence wins over love any day ? I really don't know the answer, and nor do you. I realize this entire post sounds like the mutterings of a depressed drunk, but let me assure you, I am not drunk.
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Just really really depressed.

Summer of '69

We all have our summers of '69. A land far far away. For me it would be the entirety of my school life. The day I skipped school was the day I lost touch with all my friends, all the boys I had known for 10 years, ever since consciousness had dawned. Busy drowning the little pinpricks of guilt and regret for never saying goodbye, I never realized how much I missed them

Until now

Until almost 8 months back I entered the metro and a voice called out my name.

Until I turned to see a face I thought I had never seen, but actually was one I had not seen in the last 9 years.

Over the last 8 months I revived old contacts, talked to old friends over the phone, and I was amazed at how warm everyone was. People I didn't think even remembered my name would tell me anecdotes about me, ones I barely remembered ! And it all came to a heady reunion when the six of us resumed our old friendship in a seedy little bar. There was mostly laughter, a bit of seriousness, and basically just getting high.... on memories. For a few brief hours, we were all back in our summer of '69.