Saturday, November 29, 2008

After Mumbai: A post to make me see sense

Ever since 26 night, as the whole drama unfolded, I have become numb by slow but sure degrees. The hostages who came out, most of them amazingly clam, poised and appreciative of the hotel staff and the commandos, surprised me with their impeccable hold on themselves.
We had been joking about a 'strike' for sometime now, and a few days ago, I had imagined the place if there were an attack. I actually saw bodies lying scattered for a second, and that open-eyed nightmare / simulation sent a shrill down my spine. Now, as the hours passed into another set of bloody, helpless hours, precisely the same imagination of horror was taking place somewhere else...

Taj, Trident, Oberoi , CST... more...

In the past 2-3 days, some of my very beliefs, my way of thinking has come under a tremendous thump. For the first time in my short short life, have I questioned myself about the persistence to be liberal minded, secular, shun generalisations and be open- to all. I called up Baba in face of the turmoil I was facing and I could not possibly let grow. His words, simple and straightforward as they always are, have reigned in my stream of confusions significantly.

Terror is not the face of any religion, I still cajole myself to believe. I know, I know. 'Still cajole myself to' should be eliminated to sound correct, to represent a secular, broadminded chunk of mindset through this blog. But this space is free of any adages-personal or professional. And so I feel, it is my duty to my conscience to be honest here. For the first time, first unfortunate time, I am faltering from the beliefs I held so firmly. How could someone manage to do such a ghastly thing motivated by a war of faith? If faith, any faith it may be, can produce such brainwashed young men, I may well be on my way to become either an atheist or conversely, take deep deep refuge in the teachings and consequently, a deeper understanding of religion.
The other day Void had written this post, and I had replied there, my optimistic self, that hate is a counter-productive emotion. The problem is, counter-productive though it may be, incidents like these can very easily give vent to hate. Perhaps that’s what they exactly wanted. That's what Baba said. If you doubt your stance now, they will win. They wanted to spread a lot of hate. If you unwittingly fall prey, they will win. He said I am too small, too young and so I am likely to jump and take a anti-this or for-that stand. Even at 24, for him I will still be in the cradle. But at 59, you start seeing life very differently, don't you? A few years ago, in my college days with late evenings and long phone calls, my parents had this anxiety which they so elegantly controlled so that their concern might not come in the way of my discovering life for myself. Then, they said you just won't understand what we are scared of. Six years down the line, I now know what they meant. I must listen to him now.

I was toying with the idea of removing the Dhoop Kinare videos. I was angry hearing about the very evident Pak connection and my anger suddenly took a collective, desperate form. Till I called my father. I know he is right. Everything begins and ends with the moral fabric of an individual, he said. A trivial connection when cited with respect to such a massive, such a horrific attack. But brood over it and there’s so much truth in it. Hate is such an expensive, fatal emotion to invest in. It produces nothing but regret.

So however confused, however shaken that I may be, I am going to stick to my original line of thought. Terror is not the face of any one religion. People, as a whole, are good. I am going to repeat this to myself a hundred times over till I can say it one breath, with as much conviction I said this before the 26th. If I can't, as Baba said, they will win. We can't afford one more person added to the vicious cycle of hate. Writing this post really helped me frame my random mind. What have you been thinking since the 26th? Are you still the same?

Posted by Gauri Gharpure of Life Rules

Some interesting facts about Cyprus (1)

The island of Cyprus (Greek: Κύπρος, Kýpros, 'Ours'; Turkish: Kıbrıs, 'Ours') is an extremely large and important island in the eastern Mediterranean Sea, conveniently located close to its friendliest neighbours, Turkey, and the while also around 1.2 km west of a few other harmonious countries (Syria, Palestine, Pittsburgh, and Lebanon). Along with the USA, are the only superpowers to actually have WMDs.
In Cyprus, one can find the third-smallest Independent state in the world, after Monaco and Vatican City, The Principality of Paphos. The Great Tunnel of Cyprus, one of the largest in the World links Paphos to civilisation. In order to pass this Great Tunnel who might need passport, identity or even they can check you luggages!Helllloooo I am Lindsay Lohan:)

Cyprus is the centre of international peace and harmony. Apart from some minor political squabbles and ethnic pillow fights in the 1930s, 1950s, 1960s, 1970s, 1980s and 1990s, the island has remained afloat and entirely in one piece since its establishment a long, long time ago.
The current president of Cyprus is Demitris Christofias, who is a bit of a communist.
Cyprus is divided by a line, which Cypriots usually like to call the green line, due to the invasion of Turkey in 1974, when they claimed to protect animal rights in Turkish Cyprus. Greek Cypriots protest this invasion to this date, stating they only wanted to see how many Turks they could fit in a hole. The occupied part of Cyprus depends on which side of the green line you're standing. The United Nations of the World and the Union of Europeans recognizes the Greek part of Cyprus as the Legal State, making Turks and Greenpeace really sad. The Turkish-Cypriot side, which is debatable if there are any Turkish-Cypriots left, as they have been outnumbered by actual Turks, Turkish troops, Turkish belly dancers and Turkish baths, is considered to be nasty; claiming a state, the so called Northern Republic of Cyprus, recognized only by the Turkey, the Seagull, the Eagles, and other Members of the Animal Kingdom, along with a terrorizing group, which especially frightens Greek kids - known as the Grey Wolves, an inbreed of Turkish transvestite belly dancers.

Opium overdose seems the only escape for some Afghan women

A girl in Tarin Kowt hospital who was brought in after taking an overdose of opium. Photo Hanneke Chin-A-Fo.

Some women in the Afghan province of Uruzgan are so unhappy with their arranged marriages that the only way out is to take an overdose of opium.

Bibi’s husband was too old and weak to work the land, but he would not allow her to get a job as a cleaner so that they could feed their seven children. He would beat her with a stick every time she tried to leave the house. Often, he would beat her unconscious. Bibi tells her story from a hospital in Tarin Kowt, one of the few places in Uruzgan where an Afghan woman can speak safely to a foreigner.

And there is moreee

Hüseyin Üzmez - Paedophile - Wanted

Üzmez, 76, a columnist at Turkey’s Islamist Vakit newspaper, is pleading not guilty to charges of sexually abusing a minor. His defence; "A girl who’s reached puberty, who’s having periods, is of age, according to our beliefs," Üzmez told Turkey's national television.
"As long as you have people in Turkey who say this is okay and who use Islam to justify it, it remains a big problem," says Amanda Akçakoca, an analyst at the European Policy Center in Brussels.

It was already obvious for me that Turkey can not protect its minorities: Armenians, Greeks, Alevi's, Kurds, but if you even can not defend 'your children of the Republic' what will be the end? It seems for me that in Islam ruled countries, Paedophilia is accepted while those pious people blame the West for hedonisme. If you're an Islamist you need two agenda's, one for your religious daily life and one for the world you're really living in.

Day opening - November 29

An Oriental 1635 oil on wood panel
72.0 x 54.5 cm
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam
In the early 1630s, shortly after settling in Amsterdam, Rembrandt painted a large number of portraits, most of them apparently intended for the open market. The models in these works are anonymous and are invariably clothed in fanciful costumes worked out in elaborate detail. This is a good example of such portraits, which were known as tronies. Rembrandt’s model here has been decked out to look like an oriental prince, and laden with costly jewels to emphasize his wealth and standing. In the sparkling highlights of the gold chain, the clasp and the necklace, Rembrandt displays his matchless technique.