I got this as a forward today:

"The bus driver ram singh went out with his 6 friends ( 2 rkp sabzee wale + all bihari ) the girl and the guy was called by the driver and were given proper tickets ( the bus was a school bus with black curtains .. Not permitted for transport use ) the girl was 23 a very good student and wanted to reach dwarka mor.
After they got in , the guys hit a rod on the guys's head and threw him out , then raped the girl one by one which was moving continuously in the porsh areas of delhi and ncr.
After raping her badly , one of them inserted a very long rod in her vagina which almost killed her and threw her out and ran away.

She was lying in the middle of the road hurt and nude.. Not even a single person helped her or covered her for an hour.
When police came in no one helped them pick her up. They were just not interested at all.

The girl's vagina + small and large intestine is totally damaged and she cannot live a married or normal life. Doctor said " main byaan nai kar sakta ki ussne kya kya jhela hai ... Bolte hue mujhe dard hota hai ". She has gone in coma 5 times from 16th dec. She is unconscious , critical and is not stopping to cry. The ribs are damaged as well.

That's the whole story
And that's what delhi people are.
And her only fault was that she took a wrong bus

You have sisters , mothers , daughters and soo many females at home.
Please don't sit and relax
Its not that small deal ... Its bout your families safety..

Dis msg myt sound way 2 provocative and open 2 broadcast over here bt still it gave me goosebumps ...our bc's and status may not make much of a difference bt still we need 2 be aware of wat exactly has happened wid dat girl , at d end of d day she is sum1's sister sum1's daughter ! Spread it and make ever1 aware of d real plight of dat girl....!!"


I understand the outrage and am personally horrified and enraged about the incident myself.

But, I have a lot of problems with the way people are speaking out about this.

What the hell are "sabzee wale + all bihari" and "that's what delhi people are" supposed to imply? Can we really club everybody belonging to a particular community into the same category just because of something certain twisted individuals did?

Another thing. Why is it that whenever a woman is raped in India, people condemn it with the logic that she is "someone's sister and someone's daughter"? Is it just the so-called familial "honour" that must be guarded with due diligence? Do her rights as an individual count for nothing at all?

The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

"I guess what I'm saying is this all feels very familiar. But, it's not mine to be familiar about."

I finished reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower today. It turned out to be so much more than I had thought it would be.

To be very honest, my interest was piqued only because Emma Watson plays Sam in the movie. So, I downloaded the e-book and started reading it yesterday.

I love the way it's been written. I love what it's about. I love how simply the most complex of thoughts have been conveyed.

I felt like I could relate to each and every one of them.

And therein, I feel, lies the secret behind a good book. It makes you feel like it could have been you.

Spring of Hope, Winter of Despair.

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way."

- Charles Dickens, A Tale Of Two Cities



Exactly one year since I spoke to you last.

Fade To Grey

Just another day, only with more lights and a lot of sound. Our lane looks like everyone is getting married tonight, of all nights.

Diwali's no fun without you. Here's hoping that wherever you are, you're blowin' it up.

I miss you, bhai.

Cleaning Out My Closet

I was re-organizing my wardrobe today and realized that I am the definition of a hoarder. It is physically impossible for me to give away my clothes, no matter how old they are. As a result, there is virtually no space in my almirah for any more. The most I can do is shift around what I wear on a more regular basis and keep the abandoned - but still emotionally valuable - stuff at the back.

I wonder why that is, though. Every time I set out to reduce my clutter, I end up finding excuses to keep it after all. For some things, it's understandable. Like certain t-shirts that I stole from Gautam. Those, I'm never letting go.

But, stuff like..okay, I can't think of anything that I don't have a reason to keep. Like the Athens Olympics t-shirt from 2004 that my Nanaji got me when he went to Greece to watch the games. Or the Pure Panjabi t-shirt I bought in the 9th grade which is absolutely faded and frayed, but I still can't seem to stop wearing. [What, it's a cool t-shirt!]

Sigh. I guess I'll just have to get myself a huge ass walk-in wardrobe when I own my own house.

The Sun Must Set to Rise.

"A mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven."
- John Milton, Paradise Lost

You know what they say about songs having memories attached to them? How a song will always remind you of a certain time and place and feeling that you associate with it?

I've learnt that it's possible to change that. It's like this quote I read somewhere - "Have you ever read a book twice? Books change every time you read them." [Googled it; it's from The Never Ending Story II: The Next Chapter (1990)]

It's true, you know. At the time, you think this song, this feeling, this place will always mean the same thing to me some years down the line as it does right now. But, it doesn't. People change. We grow up, we grow out of things. Hell, studies have shown that even memories change. [http://www.redorbit.com/news/science/1112697785/human-brain-memory-telephone-game-092012/]

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm glad the human mind is complex enough to be ever-changing. It means there will come a time when I can finally start listening to some of my favourite songs without being reminded of things I'd rather forget.

This and That.

I’ve finally gotten into the groove when it comes to studying for the CAT. Bas, ab no wasting time in college. Imma sit at home and concentrate.

I really hate Quant sometimes, though. I have very little Mathematical ability. My Dad is a Math genius as is my sister. I think that gene skipped me.

In other nonsensical news, I’ve started watching Breaking Bad. What. A. Show. Maybe I get a little too emotional because the protagonist is suffering from cancer. But, it really is amazing.

Started exercising a little, too. Don’t want my London-induced toned-ness to go away.

I’m so glad I’m not staying in a PG anymore. I didn’t even realize just how much I missed having a room to myself. I don’t feel the need to make plans to meet people just so I get out of my cramped room in Civil Lines. All I want sometimes is to dim the lights, listen to some mellow music and sip on a glass of Coke while writing in my journal/reading a good fanfiction. I can finally do these things, now. Siiiigh!