A leopard died in Mysore, all thanks to the gross misconduct and negligence by citizens. The means that were used to capture it proved to be fatal for the animal.
People in their fear, sometimes hurt too badly. It's always a way of proving one's bravery.
Another leopard had died recently in Pune which had strayed in a residential area. After the post-mortem was conducted, grass was found in it's stomach. It was a hungry leopard, a starving leopard. That poor leopard in it's task of foraging for food found itself in a civilised area which then brought about it's untimely death.
Officials who are supposedly supposed to know the right method to deal with these strays are quite clearly doing an awful job. What makes one decide that animals are worthless and that it is okay if they get hurt and die?
The leopard obviously had no need to present itself in an inhabited area; but ultimately it is us who have signed it's death certificate . No reasons need to be given for that.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
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Yet again, another blast.
Yet again, lives lost in a senseless and mindless task.Yet again, more bereavement.
Yet again, churned grief, anguish and torment.
Yet again, more cliched political commentary.
Yet again, a day for them (the fanatics) to make merry.
Yet again, time for political parties to raise their hackles.
Yet again, time for people to cry and wither behind shackles.
Yet again, more probes.
Yet again, lost hopes.
Yet again, another day. And yet again, another blast.
Tomorrow is another day. So yet again, another blast.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
LANCE-He's Back!!!
I was woken up early on the 10th by my sister calling from America. I didn't answer the call as sleep seemed too inviting to wake up and talk. I gave the call a miss. I shouldn't have done that. Later after 15 minutes I logged onto the net and checked my mail. Awesome news awaited me. Lance was coming back out of his retirement to take part in the forthcoming Tour de France!!! Quelle surprise!!! My joy quickly turned into a shouting ecstacy and I muttered incorrigible rubbish at my mother who didnt even bother to make sense out of it. Sadly my sister was not online at that time and so I lost my chance to share the excitement with her.
It's true that the tournament lost it's lustre after Lance's retirement. I never saw another Tour de France after he retired. It did not seem to have excitement and the thrill that was induced just watching him lead the others in the pack. He said it himself that the pace of the Tour seemed very slow and so he is returning to jazz it up. And jazz it up, he definitely will.
So now he's the anti-cancer crusader is back at what he's doing best- screaming and swearing while rushing down the Alpines at 75mph with the American flag on his back and the star of Texas on his helmet...
It's true that the tournament lost it's lustre after Lance's retirement. I never saw another Tour de France after he retired. It did not seem to have excitement and the thrill that was induced just watching him lead the others in the pack. He said it himself that the pace of the Tour seemed very slow and so he is returning to jazz it up. And jazz it up, he definitely will.
So now he's the anti-cancer crusader is back at what he's doing best- screaming and swearing while rushing down the Alpines at 75mph with the American flag on his back and the star of Texas on his helmet...
Saturday, August 16, 2008
RAMBLINGS
11.15 a.m.
Despite having a holiday today, I had to get up early in the morning for my French class. I was absolutely in no mood to go for the class preferring to snooze under the blankets in the cold chill.
But get up I had to. An awful bug called sincerity does bite me at times. I shed the quilt and got dressed.
Class was okay as usual. No spark of brilliance comes to me in French. My French though not high-quality does not at least hover on appalling. I try hard in and out of class. But invariably I become tongue-tied in class.
I'd promised mom that I'd be home by 11 in time to greet the BSNL officials when they come home to fix our internet connection. Our connection has fast acquired the reputation of being en fant terrible. Not a days goes without which I have to listen to curses and abuses hurled at the net connection. Just when I'm arguing with a friend as to the reasons as to why Lance Armstrong is one of the greatest sportsmen the connection goes kaput. All my words are lost and I lose the argument. My friend doesn't like Lance because he is
a) cocky and
b) he's got an attitude
I like Lance because he is
a) cocky and
b) he has awesome grit.
The word grit became very important while I was reading his book. Now whenever I'm down under I can think of him and stand up to tasks that I think are difficult for me to accomplish. He could win over and over and again because he had grit. Sometimes I like to think that even I have grit though not in a measure that he possesses.
So anyways now I'm home and waiting for the officials to come home and now the net had suddenly decided to behave itself. It connected fine and easily without any sign of struggle. Maybe it wants to embarass me when the officials come home.
2.56 p.m.
Whipeee!!!! The net promptly shut down when the officials entered home. The man cracked his head for couple of hours and yet the net did not connect. He fiddled here and there, drank some tea, changed some wires and still the net refused to budge from its stubborn stance. I was glad. Then finally at half-past 1, the connection made a feeble attempt to survive. And it did. It's working fine now. I just hope that it lasts while it's good. So a whipeeeee!!! once again. My net connection is now working fine....Twoot twoot!!
Despite having a holiday today, I had to get up early in the morning for my French class. I was absolutely in no mood to go for the class preferring to snooze under the blankets in the cold chill.
But get up I had to. An awful bug called sincerity does bite me at times. I shed the quilt and got dressed.
Class was okay as usual. No spark of brilliance comes to me in French. My French though not high-quality does not at least hover on appalling. I try hard in and out of class. But invariably I become tongue-tied in class.
I'd promised mom that I'd be home by 11 in time to greet the BSNL officials when they come home to fix our internet connection. Our connection has fast acquired the reputation of being en fant terrible. Not a days goes without which I have to listen to curses and abuses hurled at the net connection. Just when I'm arguing with a friend as to the reasons as to why Lance Armstrong is one of the greatest sportsmen the connection goes kaput. All my words are lost and I lose the argument. My friend doesn't like Lance because he is
a) cocky and
b) he's got an attitude
I like Lance because he is
a) cocky and
b) he has awesome grit.
The word grit became very important while I was reading his book. Now whenever I'm down under I can think of him and stand up to tasks that I think are difficult for me to accomplish. He could win over and over and again because he had grit. Sometimes I like to think that even I have grit though not in a measure that he possesses.
So anyways now I'm home and waiting for the officials to come home and now the net had suddenly decided to behave itself. It connected fine and easily without any sign of struggle. Maybe it wants to embarass me when the officials come home.
2.56 p.m.
Whipeee!!!! The net promptly shut down when the officials entered home. The man cracked his head for couple of hours and yet the net did not connect. He fiddled here and there, drank some tea, changed some wires and still the net refused to budge from its stubborn stance. I was glad. Then finally at half-past 1, the connection made a feeble attempt to survive. And it did. It's working fine now. I just hope that it lasts while it's good. So a whipeeeee!!! once again. My net connection is now working fine....Twoot twoot!!
Friday, August 15, 2008
Search
So, I'm still on monotonous search. Monotonous because the heart is not in it. Rewinding seems comfortable, easier and more sure. Sometimes the search leads me to places that make my heart skip a beat-again and again. Just when I least expected it but feeling that I'm going to find it, feeling it at the back of my mind. It happened right now. I struck gold, not at the Olympics. Found something that's blowing off my mind.
The rain is making the picture dull and dreary and more so. The sun shines intermittently but not on me like it used to. Nevertheless, I'm much more darker than before. I'm patient. The moon will cast it's gentle white light on me.
The rain is making the picture dull and dreary and more so. The sun shines intermittently but not on me like it used to. Nevertheless, I'm much more darker than before. I'm patient. The moon will cast it's gentle white light on me.
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