If only a few of these people could actually bring out a real-life protest and not an e-flaming session, Things would be heard so much more audibly.
Sabeel and Kafeel's Islamic fundamentalism and fanaticism may have started in their Saudi Arabia days or maybe even in UK..but I doubt if you can actually dispute the fact that Bangalore has featured a really major place in their lives.
Not a lot of people may be aware, but there 're places aplenty here which instigate and preach young and potential radicals. The bureaucrats and the cops have ofcourse turned deaf ears, blind eyes and paralysed sensories towards this for quite a long time.. The fundamentalist movements seem to be taking quite a course amongst the elite muslim classes too.. The 'Discover Islam' banners seem to popping up at quite a few places.
So the parents were in Iran and Saudi for a while and thats where Kafeel grew up or something if I'm not wrong..
What's important is to actually trace where they got into the Jihadi line of thought..Whether @ Tannery Rd, or @ Saudi Arabia or @ the UK ?
Either way...it's pretty sad that somebody who is as learned, educated and brilliant would actually go as radically fanatic as to do something as plain crazy as that...A problem with all totalitarian ideologies.. Just a complete travesty of human nature.
When such a percentage of even the learned and the educated go fanatic, It's really hard to not be branding terror by religion..IMHO, it's totally fair.
A problem nevertheless...with ignorant westerners in general branding all brown skinned asians as 'pakis'.
Ingredients Necessary : Fucked up 128MB RAM relic running Windows XP, Frustration ending with an endeavor to switch over to linux, random idiot to give you Debian 2.2, A CD ROM drive to boot cd from, Random idiot to give you support over the phone.
And the recipe: Boot from the CD first of all and do whatever Debian tells you to until you get to selecting the modules neccesary. Herein, you don't select X server. Next, make sure you screwup Lilo during installation (ooh would've been so better had it been Grub) and finally end up running a prehistoric unix vi commandline
The next step would be to call a random idiot up and take instructions on how to get a newline, try writing, reading into the lilo.conf file and wave head vigorously and shake in horror frantically because you din't see Windows XP when your comp booted any more.
Finally, ask our favourite idiot to sentence you for the guillotine by running his random dd command, raw writing gibberish into the MBR and screwing things up once and for all. This can be confirmed by rebooting your machine and watching in glee as it boots in an infinite loop.
So finally, you've had enough for the day..so you decide to get the idiot fix it and you hit the sack in piece.. THe fate that awaits you at the idiots place tomorrow is only about to disturb your sleep for a few days to come, especially when you have deadlines with random sons of bitches who swear by the pittance they pay you.
So at the idiot's place next day, you actually realise that your parition tables are fucked up and your FAT is corrupted almost in all probability... Return home the night with random scares from a drunk to brim auto driver.. Fortunately enough, you've borrowed the idiot's 20GB HD (without a jumper thingy though )and you install winxp on it.
The next day, your fate's being good for a change and you're acutually able to mount your old file system...Finally, one sigh of relief..but the MBR continues to be screwed...and its a boot failure each time you try to boot from it.
Anyway, the data's backed up.. and now I'm going to shred each ounce of data on that hd 50000000000 times over and do a WinXP reinstall :-X .. Winedwhores FTW !.. I'm just not uber enough as yet :). aye.. I stick to Red hat or ubuntu
Your Drafts: Randomiz0red Sunday Outing., 150 Years in memory., aavaraNa - The revealation.
The last two are the ones that never took off. The first one's about the Ramnagara trip. Try finding the photographs at my flickr
. Not much about them, except for the butterfly or perhaps even the rooster.
Anyway... the big wedding's finally over, life draws back to a grinding halt after an ever so strenuous phase of over rev-ing. And the decision is still pending..The random 374*10^3 number's always haunting me... It all seems to zero in whether I'm going to make a mere mediocrity of myself or actually something worthwhile. Opt 1 thats got 1.57*10^4 on it seems the sanest way out, somehow... mediocrity again.. I'm probably not destined for anything better.
Matter of ability ? Perhaps.. My lethargy, lack of dedication and commitment, confidence, work ethic is the root cause. Back again on the usual contempt and complacent whine..'I'm destined for no better'..Ingenuity, Decadence are just my virtues, traits. Anti Depressants please.. whatitsname.. ecsitalopram ?
Just came across the 'intellectual molestation' that's been meted out to URA... much as he deserved it. Another communist hypocrite... I'm beginning to feel increasingly sure of myself that SLB has actually modeled the Shastri Character in aavaraNa with none other than URA in mind. Really, Vijaya Karnataka is amongst the few enterprises that actually do justice to the ethics of journalism. Otherwise, it's just us bloggers.