A Prediction

India has started to gear up for the 2014 Elections in May. BJP has announced Narendra Modi as the PM candidate and Congress will announce theirs after the elections, i.e if they win. Now Narendra Modi a.k.a NaMo seems to have a controversial track record with the ugly shadows of the Gujarat riots following him everywhere. Will the country elect him? There are people I know who will feel disgraced to be called Indians if NaMo is elected. And the number of people who want him as the next PM is also overwhelming. The minority community in India has a big role to play in the upcoming elections. India will speak soon.

Following everything that has been in news for the past one year relating to elections, opinions and views from the comment section of various news articles and after a small research of my own, I have a very strong feeling that BJP is going to topple Congress and Modi after all will become the PM of India. This is my prediction.

USA as of today does not want to give Modi a visa because of his alleged roles in the horrific riots that has left many unanswered questions. In 2005, his diplomatic visa was denied and his existing US visa was revoked. I can't wait to see USA's reaction if NaMo wins.

PS - I am not a Modi supporter nor do I support congrASS. As of today the Supreme Court has given  voters right to reject all candidates.

CM during Gujarat Riot

Gujarat Riot Victim

University of Phoenix - Online Writing Assignment

This actually happened, an English professor gave an online assignment to his students.

The professor told his class one day: "Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth. 

Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached." 

The following was actually turned in by two of his English students: 

Rebecca and Gary. 

THE STORY: 

(first paragraph by Rebecca) 

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. 

But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question. 

(second paragraph by Gary) 

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. " Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the ####pit. 

(Rebecca) 

He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully. 

(Gary) 

Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. 

With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie. 

(Rebecca) 

This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent. 

(Gary) 

Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. " Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F--KING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!" 

(Rebecca) 

Arsehole. 

(Gary) 

B*tch. 

(Rebecca) 

F**K YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!! 

(Gary) 

In your dreams, Ho. Go drink some tea. 

(Teacher ) 

A+ - I really liked this one.

Source: The Internet. Duh!

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

From the minute we are born till the moment we die, we live with a disease that is called life. But it is a wonderful disease. The only one of it's kind. This disease gives you joy, pain laughter, sadness, love, hate and a mixture of other emotions. Lord Shiva besmears ashes on his body from burnt human dead bodies. Because from dust we are born and in dust we end. Thus Hindus follow the tradition of besmearing their forehead with holy ash, which is usually burnt wood (vibuthi) to remind themselves that whoever they are today, tomorrow they will return to ashes. So keep that ego under check.

I am here today, alive and wondering what the purpose of life is? Everywhere I look, there is sadness, might be my state of mind. The more I try to attract positivity, a huge wave of negativity washes over like a massive wave crushing a sand castle. But I've learned to live with it and don't care anymore. People in general appear very annoying to me these days and I want to be left alone. I see people trying to get to the top crushing the one's below them, I see humanity hiding under a veil of ego and false power. I see people who only know to criticise, whatever happened to encouragement? What is the race for? I see people looking down on others. The less fortunate being treated harshly. And by less fortunate, I don't mean the poor. Someone working under you is treated like dirt and nobody wants to stand up to it. I see jealousy, fake smiles and pure hatred. Call me schizophrenic, but I am not imagining things. Why is everyone so status hungry?

Simplicity is dead. In today's society you have to be someone powerful, someone well qualified, someone rich, to be respected. Isn't that the way we are brought up. Study well or you'll end up being a mechanic or a bus driver. Sad. Mother's bragging about their children, "my son got 99.99999% in his boards and admission in the best medical college". Who cares? Really, I don't. Honestly, I think driving a bus is more fun.

After college, you find a job, maybe not of your choice, but something to live on with. You are bound to find some asshat who comes along and brags, "so, this is what you've become now?" and gives you a pathetic look. And it does not end there. Goes on to explain that his son is the chief engineer of the world's greatest company earning on par with Bill Gates and has five passports and permanent residence in all the countries of the world. How should I react? Should I build a shrine for this son and offer rose garlands?

You have to keep performing till you die. For whom? After a lot of deep thinking, I've accepted the harsh realities of life. Sometimes you will have it all, sometimes no matter how hard you try, things won't come your way because it wasn't meant to be. No amount of motivating and philosophical quotes will change the scenario. A lot of people have made compromises to just barely live life whether they like it or not. We hear a lot of success stories. But do you hear failure stories? I know a lot of hard working and dedicated people who never made it to the top.  

Life isn't always fair. And it does not matter. Once you find your zen, everything becomes an illusion. The power, the fame, the respect, the status, the esteem, the honour, the wealth and a billion other things will vanish. In this world it is very difficult to find like minded people. If you find them, don't let them go. But until you find them, we all have to wear that fake mask. The trick in life is to find the one beneath the mask.

My mind will be restless until I find true happiness and my purpose of life here on earth. And if I think true happiness is wealth, fame and power, then I am doomed.