People coming to India are afraid of catching malaria, of getting loose motions, of being fleeced, and now, of being attacked by terrorists.
The frequency of terrorist attacks is rising exponentially and the sad part is that there's nothing we can do to stop it. A population of fifteen million rendered helpless at the hand of fifteen. Bombay is under siege as I type. This very second some forsaken soul is quivering under a the barrel of a terrorist's gun. When the chefs at The Taj applied for the job, little did they know that there was a risk of being shot dead. A downtrodden cabbie making his living transporting people, later found in charred bits. Friends going out to watch a movie, a first date perhaps, and never coming back. The bastards didn't even spare the hospitals.
My city is being blown apart and there's nothing for me to do. There's nothing even to ensure that this will end here or that it won't happen again.

I can see now why people believe in God. The sheer inability to do anything else makes praying seem like a good idea.

A News Post

I was just on Rediff and it said there that one of the most popular searches was 'malls in mumbai'. Why would anyone have go through an online search engine to find a mall in Bombay? All you need to do is step out of your crummy pigeon hole and lo, behold! There's the mall!

In other news, a two year old boy with a strange new affliction has been kept alive by, wait for it, Viagra!

And then people tell me to read the paper.

Hmphh.

M. A. Blues

The black will be white and the white will be black, but the blues are still blue

M.A. is really not that tough. With a little effort anybody can get through it. Especially if you're doing something you like. That's what i thought when i joined the course.
Now?

I hate it with the fierceness of a thousand suns!
I ..... can't...... take it anymore! M.A. is a disease, I tell you! A fatal one. It's a parasitic virus. It creeps up on you when you're doing B.A. It goes straight to your brain and settles there. For a while it makes you think that it's good for you. It will help you in the future even if you don't see it now. Yet, it never lets you be happy. It feeds on the energy from your brain cells. No matter how much you eat, you're always hungry. Always sleepy. Never fresh. Never creative. And while it's sucking away your joy, it pelts unpleasant things at you. Practicals, project, teachers, field report, group work, story and film analyses. It goes on gaining power till there is nothing left in your head but loneliness and depression. You become the shell of a virus.