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Monday, March 20, 2006

Water analogue of Soul - A thought

Soul of a man is like a pitcher of water kept in the open. In the beginning, it was pure, colorless, odourless. But over time, because of the cause-effect cycle, dust and chemicals pile up in the water. According to the dust falling into the pitcher, the taste and color of once pure water changes. The water no longer remains oure. This doesnt mean that the purity of water is lost for ever. By carefully countering the impurity causing materials with their duals, it is possible to reinstate the old purity. All life our efforts must be to maintain the purity of water. If suppose somebody looses purity, they dont have to get dijected thinking that the purity canot be got back. All religions talk about how to achieve this purity only.


Tuesday, March 07, 2006

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Thursday, March 02, 2006

today's quota

The following is the actual text from a message forwarded to me titled

A Letter to the British People from a daughter of Iraq

I'm sending this letter to the British people and in particular to the residents of London. For a period of hours, you have lived through moments of desperate anxiety and horror. In those hours you lost a member of your family or a friend, and we wish to tell you in total honesty that we too grieve when human lives pass away. I cannot tell you how much we hurt when we see desperation and pain on the face of another person. For we have lived through this situation – and continue to live through it every day – since your country and the United States formed an alliance and laid plans to attack Iraq.

The Prime Minister of your country, Tony Blair, said that those who carried out the explosions did so in the name of Islam. The Secretary of State of the United States, Condaleezza Rice, described the bombings as an act of barbarism. The United Nations Security Council met and unanimously condemned the event.

I would like to ask you, the free British people, to allow me to inquire: in whose name was our country blockaded for 12 years? In whose name were our cities bombed using internationally prohibited weapons? In whose name did the British army kill Iraqis and torture them? Was that in your name? Or in the name of religion? Or humanity? Or freedom? Or democracy?

What do you call the killing of more than two million children? What do you call the pollution of the soil and the water with depleted uranium and other lethal substances?

What do you call what happened in the prisons in Iraq – in Abu Ghraib, Camp Bucca and the many other prison camps? What do you call the torture of men, women, and children? What do you call tying bombs to the bodies of prisoners and blowing them apart? What do you call the refinement of methods of torture for use on Iraqi prisoners – such as pulling off limbs, gouging out eyes, putting out cigarettes on their skin, and using cigarette lighters to set fire to the hair on their heads? Does the word "barbaric" adequately describe the behavior of your troops in Iraq?

May we ask why the Security Council did not condemn the massacre in al-Amiriyah and what happened in al-Fallujah, Tal'afar, Sadr City, and an-Najaf? Why does the world watch as our people are killed and tortured and not condemn the crimes being committed against us? Are you human beings and we something less? Do you think that only you can feel pain and we can't? In fact it is we who are most aware of how intense is the pain of the mother who has lost her child, or the father who has lost his family. We know very well how painful it is to lose those you love.

You don't know our martyrs, but we know them. You don't remember them, but we remember them. You don't cry over them, but we cry over them.

Have you heard the name of the little girl Hannan Salih Matrud? Or of the boy Ahmad Jabir Karim? Or Sa'id Shabram?

Yes, our dead have names too. They have faces and stories and memories. There was a time when they were among us, laughing and playing. They had dreams, just as you have. They had a tomorrow awaiting them. But today they sleep among us with no tomorrow on which to wake.

We don't hate the British people or the peoples of the world. This war was imposed upon us, but we are now fighting it in defense of our selves. Because we want to live in our homeland – the free land of Iraq – and to live as we want to live, not as your government or the American government wish.

Let the families of those killed know that responsibility for the Thursday morning London bombings lies with Tony Blair and his policies. Stop your war against our people! Stop the daily killing that your troops commit! End your occupation of our homeland!

Iman al-Saadun, Friday, 8 July 2005

I dont know whether it is really genuine; but the message is conveyed in nice words.


Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Regarding Indo-US Nuke deal

Much have been said about the Indo-US nuke deal in the newspapers. Many people have came up with their opinions, both for and against the current deal

My gut feeling says, the deal must not happen.There is no point in rushing to a deal, if we really dont benefit from it. Going for a deal will put India in difficult situations in the near future, when the direct effects of the Global power equations change. At that time, we should definitely be having a free unbounded say regarding our nuke status. The responsibility with which India has carried out its nuclear facilities is unquestionable.

I do envision the equations to start changing by 2020. I actually was about to type 2050. Actually people would have thought that it is a much better analysis of the equation. But I am feeling more optimistic about the shift in paradigm. What we have to watch for is the upsurge of ungderdogs. Its going to come. But when and from whence, nobody knows.
(did i sound a bit poetical)

Tumutous times are approaching. Both in terms of nature and Man. The next 200 yrs is going to pave way for rather dramatic changes. People will start talking of nibbing buds and fertilizing plants. Its going to get more chaotic as it goes ahead. But things will come to a dynamically stable equilibrium.

my words have started to diverge into multiple topics that need to be dealt with individually.

To end with a quite that Ican think of right now:

What has come has to stay;
What has stayed has to leave;
But what has left stays forever.

In the winds arise the sound;
In the sound broils the field;
In the field manifests the eternal;
But eternal reamins the same.

I dont brew words,
for I dont know how to brew them.
But words flow out of me;
like water flows out of the springs.
Ideas trascend through words. And
since i dont brew them the words,
Ideas also ebb out uncontrolled.
What is words but idea transcending;
And what is idea but expressed as words.
Hence I dont think, thoguht comes to me.

I open my heart to those who know me;
But the words decieve themselves and I am left unsaid.
Where I leave, I dont see;
From where I came, I dont think;
But come and go I do every now and then.
Just as the waves that hit the shores.