Pak them off

Anyone would trip, if they tried walking with their foot in the mouth. Pakistan seems to be addicted to this foolhardy act.

Take the first instance. Pakistan has been alleging India of supporting the tribal insurgency in Pakistan. Well that theory got nullified when the insurgents declared that they are ready to fight along side Pakistan and send an army of suicide bombers inside India anytime. In fact it ended up confirming the already known fact that the Taliban is in cahoots with the Pakistan army (read the real government) at some level.

Second instance was when they alleged that there was an Indian connection behind the Lahore blasts. India had not even digested this remark when a pro-Taliban outfit claimed responsibility for the attack. The insurgents further added that they will also avenge the air strike conducted in North Waziristan by the Pakistan army. This confirms that the average Pakistani should fear a fellow countryman from the western border more than his secular democratic neighbour.

Its not the time for Pakistan to mobilize its troop at the eastern border; but to intensify the assault at their north western front. But now pops up the real question. What should India do when it’s circus clown of a neighbour is hopping around on one leg threatening to destruct everything around him? Well…how would I know? As always, its easier to solve someone else’s problem than sort out ours.

My Mumbai

Can't take it anymore. Blogging aimlessly to vent out ones anger is the stupidest thing to do. Easy for me to say time to act...but what the hell am I going to do? for the matter what can be done? Not a single case of terrorist attack in this country has reached a logical conclusion. stuck. stuck. stuck. Minority appeasement, majority's prejudices, nepotism, legal loopholes, corruption, red tape, govt. files, files, files, files and even as I write more files are piling on someone's desk.

Taj, Oberoi, VT...man these are not landmarks; they are a part of my consciousness. I have lost count of the number of times my legs have dragged me automatically to VT or Churchgate, just because I was bored, confused, frustrated and contemplating enlightenment or blowing up myself sitting at home. Marine Drive, DN Road...these places have given me answers for questions which I never asked. They can't burn. I might need those answers again. Maybe not, but they simply can't burn. MY MUMBAI CAN'T BURN.

I am one of the proudest Mumbaikars one might bump into. It's my identity. I have lost my sense of security long back...yet the love for this city runs in my body. Its dark red.