<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966425251447743080</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:57:36.479+05:30</updated><category term='The Rotting Of Our Core'/><category term='Dark Days Indeed..'/><title type='text'>Blitzkrieg</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bismarck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01031156032384989291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f6-SuJQwtk/S5dnEkrUloI/AAAAAAAABcI/DfR9jhwgOeE/S220/DSC01808.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966425251447743080.post-949946552868729469</id><published>2010-11-14T10:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-14T10:56:50.810+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shame on us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mahatma Gandhi once remarked "We need to be the change we wish to see in the world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the father of modern India, an India which has been feted for its hospitality &amp;amp; welcoming culture which makes people from every culture &amp;amp; background feel at home. Indians are known for their warmth, their willingness &amp;amp; curiosity to learn from foreigners &amp;amp; for our rich history. Countless scholars from Europe, Persia &amp;amp; China came to India &amp;amp; found a country whose citizens were open to knowledge &amp;amp; who were willing to share their own knowledge. From time immemorial, India has welcomed people from other lands with open arms &amp;amp; a warm smile. Most of all, we were a people who were comfortable in our skin, knowing who we are &amp;amp; being happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has changed? Why is there this need, this weird urge to prove ourselves superior to others? Why does every newspaper &amp;amp; radio channel hark about India's glorious past &amp;amp; how we have a duty to reclaim it? Why do reports from the Prime Minister's office focus on gains in the stock exchange &amp;amp; how the Indian economy is one of the five largest economies in the world &amp;amp; not on the fact that there is nothing being done to help the millions of poor people who can't get 2 meals a day or those villagers who commit suicides because they have lost hope? Most importantly, when did we lose our hearts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me when i see what we have become. Where is the humanity? A man who met with an accident &amp;amp; is bleeding will probably only get a long stare from passer-bys who will offer their support through a look of pity. No one will come forward. Have we forgotten in our march to glory &amp;amp; world dominance that in the end, when it's all said &amp;amp; done, we are all flesh &amp;amp; bones? That we are humans. And being human means having emotions &amp;amp; a heart. It means helping each other out. Being there for each other. What do we aim to achieve these days? Prosperity, wealth, money. But what is the point of such wealth if you lose the ability to be a human. What is the point of being the largest economy in the world if people can die on the streets in broad daylight? In our blind rush to be competitive &amp;amp; above everyone else, we have sacrificed our soul. We longer care. It's all about being the best. Having rules &amp;amp; policies &amp;amp; guidelines.It permeates every facet of our lives. We no longer even realize how heartless we have become. A french exchange student in my college, whose grandmother had just expired, was nonchalantly told to mail all the relevant details to the teacher concerned when he asked this lady about how to expedite his departure to his homeland to pay his last respects. I am deeply saddened &amp;amp; ashamed of her behavior as it portrays Indians as heartless beings with faces who believe that paperwork is the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we treat maids or domestic helps is shocking. We treat them like "servants", whereas they are just people doing a job for us, &amp;amp; making our lives a little bit easier. Why do we need to stamp our authority on them by calling them "servants" or not treating them at par with other people we know? What sadistic satisfaction does a man get if he treats his domestic help as someone inferior? And such disgusting behavior is not limited to domestic helps. The way we treat men &amp;amp; women from other countries is another case in point. Africans are perceived to be drug dealers &amp;amp; are given second class treatment. An African in my college had real problems in communicating &amp;amp; settling down because people would just not accept him as their equal. Why? Is this not racism? When did we become racists? A land where people from Europe,Africa &amp;amp; Asia have mixed &amp;amp; formed the base of a civilization 5000 years old should be above all this. But we are so damn smart, aren't we? We are the smartest people on the plant. We are the most intelligent. My college mates talk to the french students as a rocket scientist would talk a kindergarten kid. How can the french be even close to us in brain power? They don't need to be consulted or be a part of the discussion. We are the smartest &amp;amp; the little private spaces that we have are our private universes. Whatever happened to humanity &amp;amp; equality? Why do we have this twisted superiority complex? What good would it bring to this nation &amp;amp; the people who choose to end their lives because they can't afford a meal &amp;amp; can't take the hunger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966425251447743080-949946552868729469?l=das-kind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/feeds/949946552868729469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966425251447743080&amp;postID=949946552868729469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/949946552868729469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/949946552868729469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/2010/11/shame-on-us.html' title='Shame on us'/><author><name>Bismarck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01031156032384989291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f6-SuJQwtk/S5dnEkrUloI/AAAAAAAABcI/DfR9jhwgOeE/S220/DSC01808.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966425251447743080.post-7284567024845858219</id><published>2010-08-18T12:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-18T12:42:30.767+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A world without antibiotics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just 65 years ago, David Livermore's paternal grandmother died  following an operation to remove her appendix. It didn't go well, but it  was not the surgery that killed her. She succumbed to a series of  infections that the pre-penicillin world had no drugs to treat. Welcome  to the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  The era of antibiotics is coming to a close. In just a couple of generations, what once  appeared to be miracle medicines have been beaten into ineffectiveness  by the bacteria they were designed to knock out. Once, scientists hailed  the end of infectious diseases. Now, the post-antibiotic apocalypse is  within sight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hyperbole? Unfortunately not. The highly serious journal Lancet Infectious Diseases   yesterday posed the question itself over  a paper revealing the rapid  spread of multi-drug-resistant bacteria. "Is this the end of  antibiotics?" it asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctors and scientists have not been  complacent, but the paper by Professor Tim Walsh and colleagues takes  the anxiety to a new level. Last September, Walsh published details of a  gene he had discovered, called NDM 1, which passes easily between types  of bacteria called enterobacteriaceae such as &lt;em&gt;E. coli&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Klebsiella pneumoniae&lt;/em&gt;  and makes them resistant to almost all of the powerful, last-line group  of antibiotics called carbapenems. Yesterday's paper revealed that NDM 1  is widespread in India and has arrived here as a result of global  travel and medical tourism for, among other things, transplants,  pregnancy care and cosmetic surgery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"In many ways, this is it,"  Walsh tells me. "This is potentially the end. There are no antibiotics  in the pipeline that have activity against NDM 1-producing  enterobacteriaceae. We have a bleak window of maybe 10 years, where we  are going to have to use the antibiotics we have very wisely, but also  grapple with the reality that we have nothing to treat these infections  with."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is the optimistic view – based on the assumption  that drug companies can and will get moving on discovering new  antibiotics to throw at the bacterial enemy. Since the 1990s, when  pharma found itself twisting and turning down blind alleys, it has not  shown a great deal of enthusiasm for difficult antibiotic research. And  besides, because, unlike with heart medicines, people take the drugs for  a week rather than life, and because resistance means the drugs become  useless after a while, there is just not much money in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr  Livermore, whose grandmother died  for lack of infection-killing drugs  in 1945, is director of the antibiotic resistance monitoring and  reference laboratory of the Health Protection Agency.  Last year, the HPA put  out an alert to medical professionals about NDM  1, urging them to report all suspect cases. Livermore is far from  sanguine about the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"A lot of modern medicine would become  impossible if we lost our ability to treat infections," he says. He is  talking about transplant surgery, for instance, where patients' immune  systems have to be suppressed to stop them rejecting a new organ,  leaving them prey to infections, and the use of immuno-suppressant  cancer drugs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it is not just an issue in advanced medicine.  Antibiotics are vital to abdominal surgery. "You safeguard the patient  from bacteria leaking into the body cavity," he says. "If you lose the  ability to treat these infections, far more people would die of  peritonitis." Appendix operations would carry the same risk as they did  before Fleming discovered penicillin in 1928.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It may not be over  yet, he says, but "we are certainly scraping the bottom of the barrel to  find antibiotics that are effective against some of the infections  caused by bacteria."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Running out is not the only issue,  he says.  When somebody has a severe infection – say blood poisoning – causing a  high fever, a hospital clinician will dispatch blood samples to the lab  to find out exactly what he is dealing with. But that takes time. "He  will start you on antibiotics because that will kill infection within 48  hours," says Livermore. "So during 48 hours, you are being treated  blind. The more resistant your bacteria are, the less likely the  antibiotic is going to work."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Studies have shown, he says, that  the chances of dying from hospital pneumonia or septicaemia (blood  poisoning) are twice as high if the bacteria are drug-resistant, rising  in the case of pneumonia from 20-30% to 40-60%.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For a long time  now, doctors have known they were in a race to stay a few steps ahead of  the rapidly growing resistance of bacterial infections to antibiotics.  Ten years ago, the so-called superbug MRSA caused front-page panic.  Hospital patients were picking up &lt;em&gt;Staphylococcus aureus&lt;/em&gt;  infections that were resistant to the hitherto powerful antibiotic  methicillin. All-out war, led by the government's former chief medical  officer Sir Liam Donaldson, against MRSA and also &lt;em&gt;C. diff&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Clostridium difficile&lt;/em&gt;)  has reduced the threat of what are known as Gram-positive bacteria.  Hospital hygiene has been massively stepped up and, in response in part  to public anxiety, pharmaceutical companies have put money into finding  new antibiotics for those infections.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span class="inline wide"&gt;                 &lt;img src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/About/General/2010/8/11/1281547835780/Chlamydia-trachomatis-bac-006.jpg" alt="Chlamydia trachomatis bacteria" width="460" height="276" /&gt;                    &lt;span class="caption" style="width: 460px;"&gt;     Chlamydia trachomatis bacteria. Photograph: Eye of Science/Science Photo Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it's like putting a finger in a hole in the dam, only to find the  water surges out somewhere else. Bacteria are great survivors. The  biggest threat now, experts believe, is from multi-drug-resistant  Gram-negative bacteria, such as NDM 1-producing enterobacteriaceae&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and  an enzyme called KPC which has spread in the US (and in Israel and  Greece) which also gives bacteria resistance to the carbapenems, the  most powerful group of antibiotics we (once) had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The emergence  of antibiotic resistance  is the most eloquent example of Darwin's  principle of evolution that there ever was," says Livermore. "It is a  war of attrition. It is naive to think we can win."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the game  now is to keep bacteria at bay. Hygiene is an obvious weapon. Better  cleaning, hand gels and stern warnings to staff and public alike have  helped reduce infection rates in hospitals. But Professor Richard James,  director of the centre for healthcare associated infections at the Nottingham ,  warns that bugs don't stay in hospitals (indeed, the NDM 1- producing  bacteria appear to be widespread in the community in India, passed on  through contaminated water, in which people bathe, wash clothes and also  defecate).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The worry is once these organisms are out in the  community," says James. "There probably is some need for public  education about infection and, for instance, kitchen hygiene when you  are cooking. People of my generation were taught a lot about washing  your hands before every meal. It was automatic that it was done. A lot  of that has gone." There are some innovative ideas about, he says, on  ways of teaching children in school to wash their hands – in the hope  that they will then go home and pester their parents to do the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beyond  that, there is a real need to conserve those antibiotics we have. "To  me, it has many parallels with the problems of energy in economies  around the world," he says. Carbon trading was dreamed up to try to  conserve oil and reduce its pollutant effects. There have now been a  couple of interesting papers suggesting a Pigouvian tax – which he  defines as one levied on an agent causing an environmental problem as an  incentive to mitigate that problem – for antibiotics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like oil,  he points out, antibiotic usefulness is finite. And the cost of drug  resistance is  not reflected in the price of the drug. "If you consider  antibiotic sensitivity as a resource like oil, you want to maintain that  by introducing a tax," he says. It would be worldwide and the proceeds  could fund new drug development.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But should you tax life-saving  drugs, especially in poor countries? "If you don't do anything, there  won't be any antibiotics anyway," says James starkly. "At least it is a  suggestion of something that could be done."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If anybody had  doubted it for a moment, Walsh's paper shows that neither the UK nor any  other country can pull up the drawbridge. "This report shows that the  battle to control the emergence of antibiotic-resistant superbugs  through appropriate use of antibiotics must be fought at an  international level," says Kevin Kerr, consultant microbiologist at  Harrogate district hospital. "It illustrates the importance of  considering health issues as a world issue – how antibiotics are  prescribed and controlled in one part of the world can very rapidly have  consequences elsewhere," says Christopher Thomas, professor of  molecular genetics at the University  of Birmingham.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Frankly,  pharmaceutical companies  as well as governments and the European  Commission need to really get their act together," says Walsh, who has  been urging co-ordinated efforts across the world to put  in place good  surveillance systems to find out what resistance is developing and  where, and then look for interventions. He had Columbia, Mexico,  Thailand and India all willingly on board for one surveillance scheme,  but the European Commission would not fund it. "What we need is for  somebody to give us something like €3m [£2.5m] a year. It's not  a lot  of money."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The fact is that many people have still  got their  heads in the sand. But soon we will start seeing patients in NHS  hospitals whose infections won't clear up. In the battle for survival of  the fittest between human  beings and bacteria, just now it looks as  though the best we are going to get is  a draw – if we are lucky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After antibiotics: &lt;/strong&gt;what happens when the drugs don't work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;•  Transplant surgery becomes virtually impossible. Organ recipients have  to take immune-suppressing drugs for life to stop rejection of a new  heart or kidney. Their immune systems cannot fight off  life-threatening  infections without antibiotics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;• Removing a burst appendix  becomes a dangerous operation once again. Patients are routinely given  antibiotics after surgery to prevent the wound becoming infected  by  bacteria. If bacteria get into the bloodstream, they can cause  life-threatening septicaemia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;• Pneumonia becomes once more  "the  old man's friend". Antibiotics have stopped it being the mass-killer it  once was, particularly among the old and frail, who would lapse into  unconsciousness and often slip away in their sleep. Other diseases of  old age, such as cancer, have taken over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;• Gonorrhea becomes hard  to treat. Resistant strains are already on the rise. Without treatment,  the sexually transmitted disease causes pelvic inflammatory disease,  infertility and ectopic pregnancies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;• Tuberculosis becomes  incurable – first  we had TB, then multi-drug-resistant  TB (MDR-TB) and  now there is XDR-TB (extremely drug resistant TB). TB requires very  long courses (six months or more)  of antibiotics. The very human  tendency  to stop taking or forget to take the drugs  has contributed to  the spread  of resistance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966425251447743080-7284567024845858219?l=das-kind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/feeds/7284567024845858219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966425251447743080&amp;postID=7284567024845858219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/7284567024845858219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/7284567024845858219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/2010/08/world-without-antibiotics.html' title='A world without antibiotics'/><author><name>Bismarck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01031156032384989291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f6-SuJQwtk/S5dnEkrUloI/AAAAAAAABcI/DfR9jhwgOeE/S220/DSC01808.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966425251447743080.post-5542920066455514339</id><published>2010-04-12T23:20:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:32:54.653+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Herbivore &gt;&gt;&gt; Carnivore !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Not eating meat is a decision, eating meat is an instinct&lt;/blockquote&gt;So said some wise-ass American. I had made a decision, which technically speaking was by default the status quo, of not consuming meat.&lt;br /&gt;But my instincts were awoken on a recent trip to that land of beautiful women &amp;amp; cheese &amp;amp; strange accents, France.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine was instrumental in pushing me over the edge &amp;amp; though it was only supposed to be a one-time thing, i discovered that i have pretty strong instincts !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Niflheim/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Niflheim/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the basic premise on which i had based my decision not to eat meat ( rhymes well doesn't it ??!!) was that it was like eating a corpse. Now if you think of it from that point of view, it certainly seems a bit inhumane..to me at least. I mean, come on, eating a corpse !!! (a v.tasty corpse i must admit )&lt;br /&gt;But then, on one balmy midnight in Dubai, a voracious meat-eater friend of mine &amp;amp; i got into THE debate, one about the moral aspect of eating meat &amp;amp; i suddenly realized the glaring holes in my argument.&lt;br /&gt;Eating "plants" is considered to be morally correct, but they are living creatures to right? Photosyenthesis &amp;amp; other -thesises i might not be aware of are breathing mechanisms of these living beings &amp;amp; they might not be able to struggle when being uprooted from the ground &amp;amp; hacked from the branches, but they are living &amp;amp; breathing beings. No less than the deep fried chicken they serve at KFC &amp;amp; which i used to (not any more !!! Yaaay !!) avoid.&lt;br /&gt;And all this coming from me seems daft considering i had eaten eggs (&amp;amp; tons of them...1 of the reason i myself weighed about a ton). Now eating an egg is virtuous, but eating meat ??? Oh absolutely wrong. Well if you can eat an unborn creature mate, you might as well let them live a while &amp;amp; then eat them. That does actually seem better !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966425251447743080-5542920066455514339?l=das-kind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/feeds/5542920066455514339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966425251447743080&amp;postID=5542920066455514339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/5542920066455514339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/5542920066455514339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/2010/04/herbivore-carnivore.html' title='Herbivore &gt;&gt;&gt; Carnivore !!!'/><author><name>Bismarck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01031156032384989291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f6-SuJQwtk/S5dnEkrUloI/AAAAAAAABcI/DfR9jhwgOeE/S220/DSC01808.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966425251447743080.post-159482422267842780</id><published>2010-03-18T00:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:02:54.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>060709</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f6-SuJQwtk/S6EuEbN8mjI/AAAAAAAABd8/yXFHJXVl3ZM/s1600-h/couple_rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f6-SuJQwtk/S6EuEbN8mjI/AAAAAAAABd8/yXFHJXVl3ZM/s320/couple_rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449687677655620146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special world for you and me&lt;br /&gt;                 A special bond one cannot see&lt;br /&gt;                 It wraps us up in its cocoon&lt;br /&gt;                 And holds us fiercely in its womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Its fingers spread like fine spun gold&lt;br /&gt;                 Gently nestling us to the fold&lt;br /&gt;                 Like silken thread it holds us fast&lt;br /&gt;                 Bonds like this are meant to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   And though at times a thread may break&lt;br /&gt;                 A new one forms in its wake&lt;br /&gt;                 To bind us closer and keep us strong&lt;br /&gt;                 In a special world, where we belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966425251447743080-159482422267842780?l=das-kind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/feeds/159482422267842780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966425251447743080&amp;postID=159482422267842780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/159482422267842780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/159482422267842780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/2010/03/060709.html' title='060709'/><author><name>Bismarck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01031156032384989291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f6-SuJQwtk/S5dnEkrUloI/AAAAAAAABcI/DfR9jhwgOeE/S220/DSC01808.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f6-SuJQwtk/S6EuEbN8mjI/AAAAAAAABd8/yXFHJXVl3ZM/s72-c/couple_rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966425251447743080.post-6433764706143084396</id><published>2010-03-14T05:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-14T07:41:54.361+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deemed Unfit</title><content type='html'>Well, to err is human. Haven't we all heard that before somewhere? The basic assumption is that once the person has "erred", he would not be castrated because no one is perfect &amp;amp; he would be making amends, lest he be a true fool. But what if the error you are making is part of your very nature ? What if you are accused of not being "interesting"? How do you make amends ? Well, being or not being "interesting" is a rather subjective question, but there might be certain universal qualities that might make a person immune to the allegation altogether, though not a 100% interesting person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What constitutes an "interesting" person? Is the allegation leveled at me justified or is it just a case of subjectivity? I really want an answer, &amp;amp; maybe it's time i went out &amp;amp; got one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966425251447743080-6433764706143084396?l=das-kind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/feeds/6433764706143084396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966425251447743080&amp;postID=6433764706143084396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/6433764706143084396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/6433764706143084396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/2010/03/deemed-unfit.html' title='Deemed Unfit'/><author><name>Bismarck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01031156032384989291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f6-SuJQwtk/S5dnEkrUloI/AAAAAAAABcI/DfR9jhwgOeE/S220/DSC01808.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966425251447743080.post-8245993014766477234</id><published>2009-04-24T09:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T10:48:49.695+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Of Red Storms</title><content type='html'>The Indian Elections are just beginning. Billed as "the greatest democratic spectacle", these elections will decide which coalition will lead the Indian people for the next 5 years. Mindless squabbling &amp; nonsesical verbal jousting are complimentary. "Promises", a staple of any electoral process, will be made.These "Promises", though they may be as realistic as a mirage for a dying man's parched throat, are nevertheless lapped up by an apparently knowledgeable Indian populance because of one simple reason. These "Promises" mean hope. A fool's hope, but a well-intentioned hope. The Indian government, past, present &amp; future, are similarly hoping that the naxalite problem, if they are indeed foolish enough to regard it as merely a "problem", will disappear by itself. The reality is that a sizeable chunk of what we were taught is the "Indian Union" is now in the hands of these militant communists. Government writ no longer runs in over 240 districts in an arc that comprise Jahrkhand, Bihar, Orissa &amp; Andhra Pradesh. The Maoists have attacked police patrols, schools, villages &amp; electoral booths with impunity &amp; more worringly, little resistance. A couple of days ago, a passanger train was hijacked by the naxalites &amp; their raids have been increasing in ferocity &amp; audacity. The only thing that stands in between a naxalite-inspired anarchy &amp; India's heartland is a band of rag-tag police officials armed with wooden rifles &amp; a "Salwa Judum" force armed with spears &amp; the occasional smattering of WW-II era rifles. The maoists are armed with an arsenal obtained from raids on army depots &amp; police armouries. The "Salwa Judum" is actually a paradigm of Government impotence &amp; absence of any moral &amp; constitutional responsibility. What do you do when your citizens are attacked by militants &amp; living in a constant state of fear for their family &amp; property? Well the Indian leadership very gallantly offers you WW-II rifles, some spears, 1 dozen bananas &amp; a pat on the backside. So at the end of the day, you will still live in fear of an inevitable naxalite raid, but you will have a spear to keep you standing, a banana to eat &amp; a rifle to beat your wife &amp; kids. Has our Government lost all sense or do we expect too much from people who spend days trading charges &amp; conter-charges over "pappis" &amp; "jhappis"? Is this not a matter of national security of the utmost importance? Why hasn't it been an issue in the present election campaigning? It seems that unless the naxalites attack the Indian Parliament or attack a major metropolis &amp; get coverage on CNN, the "Salwa Judum" &amp; their bananas are the only major "threat" to their operations. The politicians &amp; the Indian public at large needs to awaken to this very real threat to India's soveriegnity. The Army must be mobilized to crush the maoist menance which has left vast tracts of India under the red banner. Dedicated paramilitary forces need to be raised to engage the naxalites on all fronts. Rome was not built in a day &amp; the ocean is made of a countless number of drops. The naxalites have already created a red lake, &amp; it is imperative to check their advance &amp; ultimately wipe them out before their rebellion fans the fire of other seaparatists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966425251447743080-8245993014766477234?l=das-kind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/feeds/8245993014766477234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966425251447743080&amp;postID=8245993014766477234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/8245993014766477234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/8245993014766477234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-red-storms.html' title='Of Red Storms'/><author><name>Bismarck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01031156032384989291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f6-SuJQwtk/S5dnEkrUloI/AAAAAAAABcI/DfR9jhwgOeE/S220/DSC01808.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966425251447743080.post-4936478516290384816</id><published>2008-11-27T14:44:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:16:39.592+05:30</updated><title type='text'>La Vie - I</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's like in the great stories Mr.Frodo, the ones that really mattered. Full of danger &amp;amp; darkness, they were, &amp;amp; you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was, when so much bad had happened..but in the end, it's only a passing phase..this shadown even darkness must pass..a new day will come, &amp;amp; when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer..those were the stories that meant something..that stayed with you..even if you were too small to understand&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The analogy may not be quite appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frodo &amp;amp; his mission to save the world from annihilation. Me &amp;amp; my endeavor to prove myself &amp;amp; fulfill expectations. But they are similar in one very important aspect. The importance of the journey to Frodo's existence is mirrored in the importance of this task to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has a beginning &amp;amp; my journey had one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a rainy Saturday morning, i opened my eyes, breathed &amp;amp; so it began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few years are a blur, but a scolding from a teacher in pre-school &amp;amp; a cherished blue sweater stand out. Nursery came &amp;amp; with it began a friendship that has lasted the rigor of time &amp;amp; human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren &amp;amp; Hardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Apart from the occasional sparring, it's been a constant in my story. And will always be. Here's to you mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep flew by, with a female teacher with mustaches ranting about discipline, being the only worthy mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, how can we forget to mention a new entrant. Mum &amp;amp; me always talked about a kid sister. It sounded really good. We decided some names. I even told my friends about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bloody premature, as it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One fine May morning, freed from the confines of the school, i ran back to see my expecting Mum.&lt;br /&gt; I expected it to be another usual day. I would be given a chocolate by the canteen guy, which would be consumed while running up the hospital stairs. My grandpa would be huffing &amp;amp; puffing &amp;amp; screaming at me to be careful. I would not look at the ward boys or nurses who called out to me, now accustomed to my presence &amp;amp; this daily ritual. I would reach her cabin on the IIIrd floor &amp;amp; throw my bag on the couch opposite her bed. She would smile at me &amp;amp; I would jump onto the bed &amp;amp; lay at her side &amp;amp; sleep till the world ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that day, something was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa didn't scream at me, the ward boys &amp;amp; nurses didn't call out &amp;amp; worst of all, Mum had someone else in her arms. In a line that has gone down in family folklore, I asked her what was this thing &amp;amp; she should put it down or keep it on the table because i wanted to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "thing" was my baby brother. And apart from that day, he has had all of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always protected, i grew up believing that my parents were the masters of the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was simple. Get good marks, get whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;A smiley from the teacher was met with orgasmic elation. My mouth was always stuffed with food &amp;amp; naturally, i was never the skinny kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, chubby, intelligent, talented. Not exactly a dream PR exercise, but well it wasn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Times were good, the tummy was always full, the friends were happy &amp;amp; the parents were at their doting best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby bro was growing up at full gallop &amp;amp; Yanni sang in front of the Taj Mahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; time &amp;amp; tide wait for no one.&lt;br /&gt;Add puberty to that list.&lt;br /&gt;Complicated everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waters became choppy &amp;amp; i went overboard. Almost drowned, but i somehow managed to reach the shore, but not without some nasty bruises &amp;amp; shark bites. (Apologies for the nonsensical analogy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shore is a dangerous place. I liked it a bit too much &amp;amp; spent the next two years gorging on food. Took a dip now &amp;amp; then, but never went back. But then, it wouldn't make a good story, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i went looking around the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i found a mermaid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966425251447743080-4936478516290384816?l=das-kind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/feeds/4936478516290384816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966425251447743080&amp;postID=4936478516290384816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/4936478516290384816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/4936478516290384816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/2008/11/la-vie-i.html' title='La Vie - I'/><author><name>Bismarck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01031156032384989291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f6-SuJQwtk/S5dnEkrUloI/AAAAAAAABcI/DfR9jhwgOeE/S220/DSC01808.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966425251447743080.post-1238891632020942227</id><published>2008-10-12T11:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:47:15.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hindu Casteism - The Devil's Spawn</title><content type='html'>Hinduism is the oldest religion known to mankind. By nature, most Hindus are benevolent &amp; tolerant. However, as in most religions, there is a size-able minority intent upon infecting this great religion with their hate &amp; malcontent. The unity of Hindus as followers of the same religion is at stake here. The issue of Casteism is the biggest problem facing the Hindu community &amp; has been so for quite some time. I fail to understand the logic behind dividing human beings into classes. Is a Kshatriya baby physically &amp; mentally more developed at birth than a Dalit baby? Are "Harijans" born with a contagious infection that would strip away our flesh if we dared to touch them? The answer to these stupid questions is "NO". Unequivocally, unabashedly NO. Many so called scholars blame the scriptures for ordering the ancient Hindus to divide themselves into a social stink-pot. Is that true? NO again. The caste system came into existence so that the so-called upper castes could live in relative luxury. The lower castes were "destined" to pick up the garbage &amp; make sure that the upper castes has everyone at their beck &amp; call. It was formulated by the upper castes so that there was always someone around to their wipe their elephants' arses. The scriptures don't endorse it. Period. It is physically nauseating to witness the plight of these so called Lower Castes in India. They are socially isolated &amp; parents in small towns &amp; villages actively restrain their children from going anywhere near them, lest they get infected by the Untouchables. But the same parents go to temples &amp; pray to their gods, not realising that they break the most basic tenets of Hinduism when they treat their fellow Hinduism in this revolting fashion. Even the youth of today, the Gen Next, who consider themselves to be on a moral high ground, use the terms "SC &amp; ST" as an abuse. How can I call myself a practicing Hindu if I fail to give due respect to my fellow believers? I do not know the exact term used for the person who runs the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shamshan Ghats&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but these people are social oucasts except for the day when they have to be approached for arranging a person's funeral. If this person, who helps us in attaining &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Moksha&lt;/span&gt;, cannot be respected, who should be? The recent spate of violence against Christians in Orissa is a point in case. Most of the Christians who were attacked were actually Dalits, who after being fed up of the social discrimination &amp; the mental stigma which accompanies it, chose to adopt a religion whose preachers promised them money &amp; a better life for their traumatised children. Can we really blame them for taking this step? No we can't. But the VHP &amp; its minions do. They erase the distinction between us &amp; the terrorists in Afghanistan by attacking &amp; burning innocent people for converting to Christianity. If the president of VHP was socially discriminated against, his job was taken from him, &amp; his family was abused as Untouchables, would he grin &amp; bear it?&lt;br /&gt;Would he still go to a temple, knowing he would be refused permission to enter? &amp; would he refuse if a Missionary came to him with a way out of this hell? Most certainly not. So instead of burning the innocent people in Orissa &amp; elsewhere, Mr. Togadia should burn the misgivings in his own soul. Isn't that what Hinduism used to mean, &amp; hopefully still does to a few? You want to end these conversions Sir? You want to burn those responsible? Then burn 95% of all Hindus. It is our hateful glances &amp; insulting comments which force people to choose between another way of life or death. The VHP &amp; the Bajrang Dal now want to make sure that the other way of life results in death too. Woe to them &amp; all their ideologues! When will we learn to tackle the root of the problem? I urge all true Hindus to make efforts to end this discrimination once &amp; for all. Religious unity is a very important precursor to sustainable social development. Politicians, devoid of their caste-based vote banks will be forced to address real issues. I fervently hope to have convinced you, because we don't have any other way to a peaceful society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966425251447743080-1238891632020942227?l=das-kind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/feeds/1238891632020942227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966425251447743080&amp;postID=1238891632020942227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/1238891632020942227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/1238891632020942227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/2008/10/hindu-casteism-devils-spawn.html' title='Hindu Casteism - The Devil&apos;s Spawn'/><author><name>Bismarck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01031156032384989291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f6-SuJQwtk/S5dnEkrUloI/AAAAAAAABcI/DfR9jhwgOeE/S220/DSC01808.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966425251447743080.post-7179169871792724210</id><published>2008-10-07T13:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:01:22.086+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Days Indeed..'/><title type='text'>The End Of Evolution ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Human evolution is grinding to a halt because of a shortage of older fathers in the West, according to a leading genetics expert. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Fathers over the age of 35 are more likely to pass on mutations, according to Professor Steve Jones, of University College London. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Speaking today at a UCL lecture entitled “Human evolution is over” Professor Jones will argue that there were three components to evolution – natural selection, mutation and random change. “Quite unexpectedly, we have dropped the human mutation rate because of a change in reproductive patterns,” Professor Jones told &lt;i&gt;The Times&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; “Human social change often changes our genetic future,” he said, citing marriage patterns and contraception as examples. Although chemicals and radioactive pollution could alter genetics, one of the most important mutation triggers is advanced age in men. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--#include file="m63-article-related-attachements.html"--&gt;&lt;!-- BEGIN: Module - M63 - Article Related Attachements --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- function pictureGalleryPopup(pubUrl,articleId) { var newWin = window.open(pubUrl+'template/2.0-0/element/pictureGalleryPopup.jsp?id='+articleId+'&amp;&amp;offset=0&amp;&amp;sectionName=UKScience','mywindow','menubar=0,resizable=0,width=1000,height=711'); } //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- BEGIN: Comment Teaser Module --&gt;&lt;!-- END: Module - M63 - Article Related Attachements --&gt;&lt;p&gt; This is because cell divisions in males increase with age. “Every time there is a cell division, there is a chance of a mistake, a mutation, an error,” he said. “For a 29-year old father [the mean age of reproduction in the West] there are around 300 divisions between the sperm that made him and the one he passes on – each one with an opportunity to make mistakes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; “For a 50-year-old father, the figure is well over a thousand. A drop in the number of older fathers will thus have a major effect on the rate of mutation.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Professor Jones added: “In the old days, you would find one powerful man having hundreds of children.” He cites the fecund Moulay Ismail of Morocco, who died in the 18th century, and is reputed to have fathered 888 children. To achieve this feat, Ismail is thought to have copulated with an average of about 1.2 women a day over 60 years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Another factor is the weakening of natural selection. “In ancient times half our children would have died by the age of 20. Now, in the Western world, 98 per cent of them are surviving to 21.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Decreasing randomness is another contributing factor. “Humans are 10,000 times more common than we should be, according to the rules of the animal kingdom, and we have agriculture to thank for that. Without farming, the world population would probably have reached half a million by now – about the size of the population of Glasgow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; “Small populations which are isolated can evolve at random as genes are accidentally lost. World-wide, all populations are becoming connected and the opportunity for random change is dwindling. History is made in bed, but nowadays the beds are getting closer together. We are mixing into a glo-bal mass, and the future is brown.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966425251447743080-7179169871792724210?l=das-kind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/feeds/7179169871792724210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966425251447743080&amp;postID=7179169871792724210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/7179169871792724210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/7179169871792724210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-evolution.html' title='The End Of Evolution ?'/><author><name>Bismarck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01031156032384989291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f6-SuJQwtk/S5dnEkrUloI/AAAAAAAABcI/DfR9jhwgOeE/S220/DSC01808.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966425251447743080.post-2713283636129658688</id><published>2008-09-15T11:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:17:30.339+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rotting Of Our Core'/><title type='text'>The First Battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;How can Paris quake with fear, when we do not have our own island under control ?&lt;/blockquote&gt;, said a now forgotten King of England when his aides reported on a rebellion in Scotland. The same applies to India today. With daily bandhs, curfews &amp;amp; what not in Kashmir, the bombings of police stations in the Naxal infested, nay, controlled areas, &amp;amp; monthly bomb blasts in major cities, India is like a man whose internal organs are decaying &amp;amp; shutting down just before a boxing bout. With every day that the Government of India wastes in Cabinet meetings &amp;amp; iftar parties, these diseases strengthen their evil influence over our mighty nation. When terrorists attacked the Parliament in 2001, the so-called "seat of democracy", the "heart" of India, the Indian Army was mobilized almost immediately. But they were left standing on the border. For one whole year,  the muscle of this nation was left to rot as our politicians haggled with the "masterminds", Pakistan. The mobilization was meant to show Pakistan the military might of India, but what Pakistan saw was the crippling indecisiveness of the country's leadership. The tanks were called off the "hot pursuit" &amp;amp; the politicians returned to their immoral ways. But when the honest, hard-working, law-abiding citizens of this country are ripped to shreds in trains, markets &amp;amp; places of worship, there is no mobilization of troops. Are the citizens not the soul of the democracy ? Is the family that is killed on a joyride in the Mumbai trains not the heart of our democracy ? To the politicians, the answer is NO. The only thing that is being mobilized after the serial blasts 2 days ago in Delhi is the party cadre of the political parties to "capitalize" on the aftermath. The bombers are usually never caught. Instead, the police picks up a suspicous-looking innocent Muslim &amp;amp; proclaims its "investigative abilities". What we need is an autonomous intelligence agency with a licence to kill. Ther should be no strings to the Government &amp;amp; no answerability to the judiciary. As oppressive as it may sound, red-tape laden CBI or RAW are as effective as the Indian hockey team. A MOSSAD-esque agency would do India a world of good. Furthermore, captured terrorists should be killed in the same fashion in which they committed crimes. A bomber should be slowly stretched until his bones separate from his evil flesh. Human rights activists who complain should meet the victims of bomb blasts. In the eastern parts of our country, Naxalites, or rather Communist soldiers have absolute power over vast tracts of our Motherland. They have guns &amp;amp; bombs to rule as they please. Against this Maoist horde stands a handful of villages, cobbled together in a hasty manner &amp;amp; christened Salwa Judum. Armed with sticks &amp;amp; a few old rifles, they are expected to fight off the Naxalites, who openly talk of their intention to seize Delhi &amp;amp; establish communist rule over India. Whenever these two sides meet in combat, which is quite often, the Salwa Judum are massacred. The few police pickets that dot the region are routinely raided by the Naxalites, who kill all the vigilantes &amp;amp; take the weapons. Where is the Army ? Apparently, the Army is only to be used as an "intimidating" tool in situations like the Parliament attack, when the politicians themselves are faced with the prospect of a one-way ticket to Hell. So till the Naxalites don't attack the Parliament, they can conquer what they please. By the grace of God, we are blessed with the bravest &amp;amp; finest soldiers in the service of Mother India. The Naxalites should be completely obliterated by unleashing the most fearsome weapon in our arsenal, the Indian soldier. An example should be made for all to see the capability &amp;amp; might of the Indian forces. Every single Naxalite should be hunted down &amp;amp; bombed from the air, sea &amp;amp; land to send a message of "No Tolerance" to those plotting evil deeds against the Motheland &amp;amp; her children. Right now, the Army is used to control crowds at religious places or told to sit tight in their barracks. When not doing either of them, the Army is occupied with the "Kashmir problem". The Kashmiris, a term used as a reference to all the people living in J &amp;amp; K, but not in Jammu, are a queer lot. They are bankrolled by the Indian state, salivate at the prospect of jobs in Indian metros, &amp;amp; thrive due to sacrifice made by the innumerable Indian soldiers who keep the Pakistanis at bay. But the Kashmiris had no issues with the forced flight of the Kashmiri pandits, think they deserve autonomy, berate the Indian state for "cruelties" &amp;amp; outrageously, demand independence. Kashmiris are not aliens as far as I am concerned. The have the appearance of a normal human being &amp;amp; thus, do not deserve any special status. They have to understand that a soldier is a human being &amp;amp; humans make mistakes. No mistakes should have been made, &amp;amp; no mistake should be forgiven, but to say that India has been "cruel" to them is a sign of a whole people in fantasy mode. They conveniently forget the thousands of soldiers, the vanguard of our beloved nation, who have died fighting to keep the enemy out of Kashmir, a cause they deemed worthy of their life. The Kashmiris need only to look at the progress made by their economy &amp;amp; society in the last few decades &amp;amp; compare that to the desolate landscape of PoK. Yet we hear &amp;amp; see young Kasmiris out on roads paved with Indian money, shouting like rabies-infested apes &amp;amp; demanding independence. Independence ? They fail to realize that it is not independence that they will get, but a fall into ruin. Kashmir cannot survive without India, much as a infant cannot be separated from the mother &amp;amp; be expected to survive in an Al-Qaeda training camp. They need to be told this in the harshest of manners, but with our clenched fists in our pockets. Fools like the JKLF &amp;amp; its minions should be arrested at once, &amp;amp; tried for betrayal &amp;amp; high treason. The "autonomous" tag should be removed, never again to appear in our future. There will be discontent, but the most important issue is to force the Kashmiris to understand, once &amp;amp; for all, that they are &amp;amp; will always be, a part of the great nation of India, &amp;amp; that they are not special. The isolation of our North-Eastern states from the rest of our country is a cause of great concern. Only because of a slight difference in our facial appearance, our brothers &amp;amp; sisters from the North-East are made to feel like aliens. The land of the mighty Brahmputra is neglected by our Government &amp;amp; no effort is made to develop that region. Instead of developing highways &amp;amp; adding more trains for that region, our politicians are content with insulting each other on the issue of "horse-trading" ("Pig-trading" should be used, considering the people involved). The sons of the Seven Sisters are a sturdy, industrious folk who have been &amp;amp; will always be an asset to our Motherland. Better infrastructure &amp;amp; a heavy investment in promotion of tourism to the Nort-East, blessed with the beautiful handiwork of God himself in its landscape, should be a priority of our ineffectual Government. Lastly, we come to people like Raj Thackeray &amp;amp; other assorted politicians, who put self over the country. Maratha Manoos ? What about INDIAN ? Raj Thackeray should campaign for the Neanderthal Manoos if he wants to go back to his roots. It is extremely unfortunate that so many people in Maharashtara assaulted North Indians after getting a load of this Manoos rubbish. Is this not an attack on the Indian democracy ? We all need to realise that we are INDIANS above all our tribal allegiances. Indian before being a Punjabi, Indian before being a Hindu &amp;amp; an Indian before being a Maharashtrian politician. Until we all pledge our unwavering allegiance to the idea of that INDIA, our destiny will always be the same as in our past &amp;amp; the present, one dominated by others. Raj should be imprisoned for atleast 15 years, without bail or chance of parole for an attempt to malign the Motherland. I would appreciate suggestions if you have any.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966425251447743080-2713283636129658688?l=das-kind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/feeds/2713283636129658688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966425251447743080&amp;postID=2713283636129658688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/2713283636129658688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966425251447743080/posts/default/2713283636129658688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://das-kind.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-battle.html' title='The First Battle'/><author><name>Bismarck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01031156032384989291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f6-SuJQwtk/S5dnEkrUloI/AAAAAAAABcI/DfR9jhwgOeE/S220/DSC01808.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
