The Razor’s Edge

I take the cue from Atul’s blog ‘Technology Alienates Humans’.

I liked the way it was compared with a razor’s edge “depends how u use it…u can use a razor to shave and to slit a throat…is the razor guilty”. To that I commented that “Knowing that the razor’s edge is sharp we always tend to play with it. Maybe it’s the feeling of holding something that makes you feel powerful…not knowing that its destructive side is more prominent.”

There is a whole dearth of personal information about you that is floating out there. Anyone with good search acumen can dig out anything – your personal details, your love life, e-cards that you must’ve sent to your cutie, pictures that you must’ve posted or uploaded, and anything and everything that we try to secure as memories that we ‘intend’ to revisit sometime.

Then there’s always this innocent click on a junk mail that promises you the world and there you are giving information about your friends and family.

I remember how easy it was (maybe it still is) to crack your email passwords. What used to be ‘fun to know’ led to ‘destructive if you know’. But back then I was overwhelmed with the feeling of being part of the hacker (not cracker) community.

Maybe the whole idea of being ‘informed’, a path one takes to overcome one’s insecurities, encapsulates sanity…



I can’t remember anything
Can’t tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me
Now that the war is through with me
I’m waking up I can not see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me

Back in the womb it’s much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can’t look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I’ll live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me

(courtesy Metallica – One)

One of those compilations that I just can’t get off my head. What were they going through when they came out with One?

Withdrawal Symptoms

“Smoking is injurious to health”, she said.
“Quitting is injurious to all those who were subjected to passive smoking by me”, I said.
“It’s all in the mind”, she said.
“What do you know”, I said.
“Is it more important than me?”
Er…umm…she got me.
“Alright, you wanted this, you bear with me now”.

Hmmm (I am thinking!), how about blogging instead of blabbering?


You don’t say this anymore
I know, you say that all the time

You don’t love me anymore
I know you love me more than anything else in this world

You’re not the same anymore
You’re the one I always wanted to be with

What do you want for dinner?
Eat this, I didn’t feel like making that.

I don’t have anything to wear
I think we’re running out of wardrobe space

I think you should buy this for yourself
Who told you to buy this?

I hate it
I love it

I know
I don’t know

Life’s a couplet that may not necessarily rhyme but one still enjoys it…


Type JESSICA and send to 6388.

No I am not downloading a ringtone of some lousy remix number or any vulgar wallpaper. This is my support to the petition that NDTV will present to the President for re-opening Jessica Lal’s case. Seems like effortless but for some reason I got a strange satisfaction when I received an acknowledgement from NDTV thanking me for supporting the cause.

I know I am not forwarding any kind of support. My SMS is immaterial for anyone. But at the last count NDTV received 160,000 SMSs supporting the cause. I think we’ve reached a stage where the people of India are ‘atleast’ ready to say ‘Enough is Enough’. ‘Atleast’ there’s a shift from ‘What am I supposed to do?’ or ‘Things will remain as they are, we cannot change all this’.

Sabrina Lal (Jessica’s sister) had stated that she does not have the patience of running from pillar to post for another seven years. Seven Years!! Some might say that there are other trials that must’ve lasted longer. Others might say that Jessica was a celebrity and that’s reason enough for such a hype around this case. But then hasn’t it been like this always.
What’s the harm in making this an opportunity for questioning a system, which we all know has rotten beyond repair. Witnesses turn hostile, there’s no such thing as perjury. Evidence is tampered, there’s no such thing as responsibility. Hearings are biased, there’s no such thing as fair trial. Is the Judicial system a mockery of the Indian Democracy? Or have we impaired the Judicial System with our disinterest, lack or participation, and ‘cowardice’?

We’re Emotionally Twins

She is me. She is definitely a reflection of the good and bad in me. I cannot believe this happened to me (and her) but we’re definitely twins, emotionally. I identify with her joys and fears, she does so too (very well). She thinks I am predictable now, I think she was always predictable.

With You…

It blossoms in your hands,
It moves with your steps,
It beats with your heart,
It chuckles with your thought,
It sobs when you’re low,
It shivers when you’re cold,
It tickles when you touch,
It brightens when you’re there,
It’s my life with you that I share…