No Kidding!

A popular tourist destination weekend getaway package includes:

• Accommodation for a couple for 2 nights & 3 days in Deluxe / Swiss Cottage Tents
• Welcome drinks on arrival
• Bed Tea, Breakfast and Dinner
• Free guided soft trek to riverside
• 1 free rock climbing & rappelling session
• 1 hr roller skating free for two days
• Visit to water mill
• Child below 5 years free
• 1 surprise gift

I am sorry, but when exactly did I ask for a free child? I was just innocently inquiring about the tour details. Last time I checked, I wasn't even invited to compete on "Pati, Patni & Woh".

Overlooking the sentence-construction lapse above, it seems people have really taken quite avidly to this give-up-your-child-to-strangers game. First, they enthusiastically give up their kids as playthings; second, they enter their nastiest creation in the competition. I mean, do you honestly do not sympathize with Ms. / Mrs. Rakhi Sawant when she tiredly complains "Mujhe jaan pucch ke aisa bacha diya hai jo sota nahin!" C'mon people, whatever happened to fair competition?

My sincerest sympathies Rakhi. I mean, I'd totally freak out too if I'd plan a vacation and suddenly end up with a child below 5 years as a free surprise gift. But well, you chose to be part of a weird and silly contest and you are getting loads of money for it, so we won't go there.

Certainly no kid's matter this and nothing to kid about either!

Aana Jaana

Saw this sign on the front bumper of a Maruti 800:

Gujjar Aa Rahe Hai

Saw this sign on the rear bumper of the same Maruti 800:

Gujjar Jaa Rahe Hai

Oh! Me and my aimless directionless life!

Rainy Rumble!

Rain, rain, go away,
Please don't come again another day.
Sheila Ma'am wants to play,
And host the Common Wealth Games.
But, if it rains the way it rains,
Delhi will only be in pain.
Roads cave in, traffic's a snail,
Trees fall, life's a drain.
So, next year gentle Rain be fair and kind,
Only visit Delhi at your appointed time.
Lest the work we do for the khels,
Is wrecked and we put to shame!

When my Country bled…

1947 TIME Magazine cover by Boris Artzybasheff depicting a self-hurting Kali as a symbol of the partition of India.
(Source: Wikipedia)

As speculations abound once again as to who orchestrated the partition of India- was it the conveniently devious Jinnah or the seemingly spotless Patel or just the lame British hobby of dividing nations- the truth of the matter remains that the painful echo of greatest migration in recorded history is still reverberating loud and clear across a continent.

The truth of the matter remains that my country still bleeds- it is a case of a very severe form of Hemophilia- and with no cure in sight.

The most important thing, I feel, is to never forget or blot out such incidents from our collective consciousness. And that is not because we should foster and nurture wounds and feelings of retribution and payback, but simply because we must remember the horrors of our errors and their eternal repercussions.

As for forgiveness, that's God's job.