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Am enraged!

Seems like a rather usual emotion these days! But I am truly infuriated. Today as i stood in the sun, in the park, right in front of our house, talking to Ritu, I saw an old couple coming on a rickshaw, complete with bag and baggage. Even before I decided to register them to my memory, I saw this bike coming with two young chaps on it. And just as i looked, the pillion rider snatched the purse from that unassuming lady and hurried off!

Huh? What just happened? The lady too, took a minute or two, to realise what happened and screamed for help, asking people to catch that asshole!

The bastards escaped! Obviously. But what the hell! What the bloody hell! These things were only heard of! And they don’t happen at mid noon, in front of homes, for Heaven’s sake! What has happened to the world? I mean, it was just so convenient for those guys!

They must have followed the couple, waited for an appropriate time and then committed the theft. They chose an easy target, with luggage, and hence a possibility that they must be carrying cash. But it is ridiculous. No one could take down the bike’s no. As they just rushed off!

Homes are supposed to be safe. Chandigarh should be a safe city. What is the ‘we care for you’ police caring for? Bribes and inducements? Even if not, why such an inaction and inability to nab the culprits, when countless cases have occurred in the city? There is no fear of law among such miscreants? A man’s car was taken at gunpoint on Madhya Marg- meant to be the busiest place in Chandigarh. Gun point? I mean.. gunpoint! What state of affairs! So safe we sit in the city beautiful, making it a preferred destination for tourists.

Large scale unemployment, growing needs and rising inflation, with limited resources, drugs, alcoholism, greed, all of this and maybe lots more is leading to such crimes. The culprits seemed to be well dressed, owning a bike, needing petrol for it. What easier way than to steal someone else’s hard earned cash!

Not fair, so not fair!

And there somewhere, in some home nearby, stays a dog that only cries! God knows what kind of hard hearted people exist! If u cant look after a dog, don’t Goddamn keep one! Not that the ‘law’ requires you to keep one! In fact, 3 seems too many for the Chandigarh administration. And for the Chinese, from the one child norm, they have regressed to one dog norm! State control is good, but contour the control please!

And there is Wikileaks, leaking even confidential diplomatic exchanges! Does anyone, even if it means civil servants, have any right to privacy? Even if it is Governmental privacy?

I just hate the world today. Haven’t even been able to go to the kids, there was just so much to do! Am confused, agitated, irritated, and just want to go shopping alone!

I hate everyone today!      

Huh! 

HUMPH!:)

LIFE.. my dear.. is unexpected! it flatters u, it bogs u, it smothers u and it pleases u..
life, sure is unexpected..and sometims, rather nicely so! :)

mrit.. u really make me smile! :)

everytime i get this wiff of how strong and delightful our friendship is, u make me smile!:)
like ur last night phone call, i just couldnt stop smiling after that..and i dont know why.. probably just the concern.. dont know, but small things like these, make me smile!:)
ur one in a million, and am so so so glad we'r friends!.. the best of the many!:)

love ya loads!

JUSTICE!!!!!

There has got to be justice! Somewhere, somehow..

I have to be all alone this diwali, Mischief and me that is. My parents have to go out of town that very night due to some pressing work.  There, somewhere in England, sits my newly wed Bhabhi, wanting to be home, and have a blasting diwali. But she only gets to spend it in a foreign land, where it aint even a holiday.

The Malli has not been doing his work and the other chap has been throwing garden remains at the wrong place. The MC, which is otherwise, too active to be true, is blind to this. And the garbage man has gone mad. Never does his work and ‘demands’ diwali money! B@#$%^&d!

Went to meet the kids today. Missed the bloody bus for no reason, while I waited at the stop! Finally reached, by the longer route one, navigating through loads of traffic. Once there, felt that there is atleast something nice in the world, and that is, my kids. Most of them had gone home, and the ‘real’ destitute ones remained. Manish, a bright child who was once here in sec 47, was crying and was depressed! His family has never contacted him after leaving him here. He had a younger brother, a naughty, intelligent chap. He ran away from school one day, caught a bus and was all set to go to his home town. The police caught him, traced him to the home here (that once was) and called his mom. She came, took the child on the pretext of taking him home and dropped him off in some house (orphanage maybe) in sector 2. He ran away within a week from there too. Again the procedure was repeated, the mother threatened by the police of dire consequences, and so, she finally took him. Where, no clue. I don’t even know if he is alive or not. Such children become apt prospective criminals.

And so, this Manish now, wants to go home. Where is home, who is family? He doesn’t really know. But he wants to go home. He has not yet accepted the fact that he doesn’t have a home anymore. Or even if he does, he is definitely not welcome there. The RM of Snehalaya doesn’t really know the story, and so he agreed to take him all over the city, where ever he wants to go. But where will he go??

I gave the RM an idea, thereby putting in a word for the kids. Told him to pack the kids in the bus, as there are only a few who are left back, and take them around the city on Diwali night. Theyl see around, see the lights and feel happy. They will be out of that place! And then, i told him to get them to sec 47, their old home, and give them a couple of crackers to burst there! Nostalgic, very very nostalgic for the kids, but i think they want to do this for a long time. Maybe being here and doing this will make them realise, that life will just keep moving forward. One should cherish the past, cz once whats gone, can never really come back. What matters is that it happened. And the people who happened in that past, how to keep them preciously around, is what matters.

But how will a 10-12 year old Manish understand this?

Have coaxed the guys to ask around for NCC seats in their school. If they are not available, then we’l do the running around for the general/open seats somewhere. They did seem interested and want to work hard. I hope they take the first step.

And my girls are the best. They innocently inquire- when am I taking over Snehalya?

I really don’t know what answer to give to such naive questions.

Have to get a recharge for the phone. The no. Of ppl i need to call on Diwali are only increasing by the hour. A once in a year festival of lights. I hope the lights of that day bring with it the much needed justice around. The Mallis and the garbage man better be prepared!