Me? I have trouble knocking together this excuse for a blog. Ye cannot serve God and Mammon. I chose the latter complete with excrutiating deadlines and well, that's that. It is difficult indeed writing for nothing.
On a Serious Note
Why is our basic Indian justice system so flawed that miscreants get away in the lower courts only to get hauled up by the higher? Manu Sharma gets what he deserves and the hostile witnesses are going to get pulled up...but seriously without a witness protection programme would you speak out? Especially considering the guilty would probably buy their way out only to come baying for you blood? Would you stand up for integrity and justice and honour, or pocket the money and maintain a diplomatic (and infinitely safer) silence? Will it only be high profile cases that grab our attention while rural atrocities languish for lack of attention?
On a Lighter Note
Read this completely insane news piece in the Hindu (of all the newspapers) sometime back - about an American who farted on a short-haul flight (within the US of A) and promptly lit a match to dispel the stench. The flight was grounded and the woman reprimanded. Which brings me to two things, what the heck was she doing with a box of matches on a plane?
I thought matches were banned along with blow torches and hair gel and silcon transplants. Clearly this was a lady of refinement, a retiring wallflower who was willing to go to any lengths to detract attention from herself...and as luck would have it, nearly everyone who reads the teeny newsprint spirited in the obscure nether-regions of the newspaper knows who farted. The poor, poor, poor thing.
Just read HUNGRY TIDE (Amitav Ghosh) - The Sunderbans never seemed as enticing or as rife with danger. Though Ghosh is absolutely no good at sketching human characters - they seem like caricatures, mere cut-outs without a soul. Frankly I wouldn't have given a hoot if Kanai and his aunt Nilima filled a hungry tiger's tum or if Pia swims with the fish...really, my sympathies lie wholly with the mangroves. On a more generous note I could squeeze in two ounces of goodwill for the foolhardy settlers..