Whose third world?

Post hurricane Katrina everyone is running about,working for relief work.And Im not talking just bout the Americans.The British,Australians,French and even Russians(though i think thats very hypocritical).But what most fascinated me was India is sending relief to Katrina victims.Can u beat that!!Our so called third world country is helping the great United States of America.Heart warming?Maybe.More like shocking.I mean,Im all for helping these victims and all,but what about people here,in out country?Living in the most
inhuman of conditions.There are about 1400 buildings in Mumbai itself,declared unfit for living.Which means they can collapse any minute and no one can do anything about it.The so called transit camps are even worse.Some of them smell worse than most public toilets! Tragic.Thats the word I can think of.How about helping these people find new homes.But then,we live in a country of hypocrisy where there are no divorces,no one is gay and no one suffers from AIDS.So helping a country which is perfectly capable of helping itself comes with the package.Plus I understand the political issues involved.But what amazes me most is how fragile the so called civilization is.Maybe its just a facade,to hide the the vulnerability that exists within the human race.One blow,and everything is gone.
Its Sept 11 and everyone is praying for the souls of the people who died in the attacks,inculding me.But lets just skip the diplomacy shall we,and pray for the souls of people who died in their sleep when the roof over their house collapsed on their heads.Lets pray for the people who sleep in their houses everyday knowing their beds might become their grave.Very soon.

Arthiritis...my enemy,my friend

Arthiritis is a disease that attacks your muscles.Your joints ,to be precise.Without any cause or reason,it attacks you.And in a few days,your life changes for ever.For people who think artiritis happens only to old people,heres a fact.My father,the dearest man in the world was diagnosed with it when he was just 37.Do you know what its like to suffer from pain everyday?Things that we take for granted,become so damn impossible.A simple thing like liftng a pen from the floor requires so much effort.I hate this disease and everything that goes with it.I hate the fact that its incurable.I hate the fact that it causes so much discomfort,to the person,and everyone related to him.I hate the painkillers one has to take.I hate that I cant do anything about it.
My father is the most wonderful person I know.I dont think he must have ever done anything wrong.To me,he's perfect.So why does someone like him have to suffer?But then someone once told me,bad things happen to good people.Guess it must be true.My father is a fighter.Arthiritis has tought him,and all of us to never give up no matter what.So my dad does everything a normal person would do.While bearing the sometimes excrutiating pain.This very fact makes me love him even more.
Someone once told me,things are more powerful,when u write them down.I want my father's pain to subside as much as possible.I'm trusting the universe to do this for him.

Its great to BE!!!

The time has come when Im finally in BE,final year of my engg course and Im ecstatic!!!I feel so much better when I know it will be only 8 months before I leave this hell hole,and join a boring software job like everyone else.I dont care as long as I am able to earn enough money to get a pedicure every month and pay my cell phone bill,while saving for my Europe trip.Mundane,thats the word for my life right now.Nothing much happens ....ever.One regret is that by some vague twist of fate I got the job in the one city I never wanted to,PUNE!!!Which means that I am going to be compelled to live with my parents for a while which is gonna lead to sooooo many complications which i shall discuss later.The only bad part bout being in BE is my seniors.3 of my band members have left.I miss them so much,and I cant imagine my life without band practice.I cant imagine not being able to sing on stage.Prag,Reshma and Sai.I miss u guys sooo much.Prag is my guiding angel..literally.Reshma,one of the coolest ppl i know,n im so jealous of ur hair!Sai,possible the only person i kno whos shorter than me,but possibly the most stylish person i know.Not a day goes by wen i dont think bout u guys.
I was listening to this song yesterday n thought of u guys.
If ur reading this,put on this song,n vll be together once again...practicing the thing we love most.
Wish you were here-Pink Floyd

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.