Solemn Day

Every morning, getting ready for work; i have the tv tuned into BBC news. And you know, i suspect thats why i get so melancholic in the mornings. Hell, i've had better mornings waking up with a hang over, than with a clear head and BBC.

Everyday, its killing, bombs, dead folk, car bombs, mosque bombs, planes dropping bombs, people wearing bombs...Talk about overkill! Every morning, i wake up and hear that 60 odd people were killed, and you know what is scary, the placidity with which this information is entering my head.

I feel quite disgusted with myself actually. On the drive to work today, it kinda bothered me, that for so many days, i'm hearing that all these people are dying, and there aren't any bells and whistles going off in my head. i can safely say, in just 20mins of world news, over the last few days, i've already heard of atleast 200-300 people who have lost their lives.

Isn't that appalling? These people aren't dying because of some plague, or tornado or flood( that's happening too by the way, and it'll take the figure up alot more). This particular dying is going on in the middle east, between iraq and the gazza strip and what not. People taking other people's lives, with no pity, remorse or logical reason.

It seems like human life, has no weight in this day and age. 200 over people dead, and without flinching, i'm contemplating which new video game i should buy. Has it become an okay statistic for hundreds to die, and we'll wait for thousands before it starts to draw shock?

Maybe this is how Hitler got away with genocide. Gradually, increasing the numbers till the rest of us are just numb to the death tolls? Just for your info, this is the figure of civilian casualties taken from www.iraqbodycount.com:

The MINIMUM number is estimated at : 65,689 reported deaths.

ALso, THe coalition has lost 3809 in all this time.

Can you imagine 70,000 people dead? Sure, its been 100 here, 7 there, 15 here, 23 at another place. But, all these meaningless deaths!

Has the world become evil? I don't want to ask where God is in all of this. Because frankly, i think What this world needs is not God. We need some bloody humanity. Some love, and maybe some compassion, and A little feeling of sorrow at what others are facing.

One might say pray, but i believe respect for the lives of others, is not gonna just start falling out from the heavens on these people. It is really sad. I am willing to bet that every religion, and not just Muslims and christians have lost some of their faithful in the chaos of the world these few years.

I don't know where to take this entry, or even how to end it. So i'll just leave it...

Footprints

I know the site is called the DAILY, but the posts are far from daily. Even the weekly timetable is hard to adhere to! Way too much work, and of cos, life to deal with. So either all those folk who write day in and day out, have no work, or no life, or they've excellent time management skills, and i need to get myself checked into one of them seminars!

Anyways, food for thought. I was having a discussion with a friend, about the people that come and go in our lives. I wager its one of the most contemplated phenomenon out there, every one's written about it, talked about it, and wondered in private about it.

If we really take even just a minute, i'm pretty sure over a dozen faces will just pop right in our mental eye. People we had one conversation with, arguement with, someone we danced with, a smile that we just can't shake off or even the stranger who asked us for a dollar somewhere one christmas.

We race through our lives, sometimes forgetting alot of people. But there are times, when i do think about some people, the someones who'll live their entire lives without knowing how just a sentence they uttered took my feet from under me. The hand that i held for 5 mins one evening, but never saw or spoke of again for the rest of my life.

Just some of the hundreds of memories of people that i've bumped into. Its hard to keep coherent thinking of these people. Many of them i remember very fondly, and some less fond than others. It feels queer, that these people, that form the substance of my memories, will not remember or know that there is someone in this vast universe, who still thinks about them, or credits them for something.

The oddities of this life are innumerable. If its our priviledge to be able to question them, it must follow that it is our curse, to be unable to answer them.

This Illusion

This Illusion

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The Sky Lies Still,

Overcast,

A Dim Shadow falls,

The moment stops,

The River Halts,

Its Reflection Shows it all..

There I met,

A man who asked,

A question worth a dime,

A riddle so simple,

A puzzle so raw,

But its answer i couldn't find..

I pace about,

Circles and lines,

Embattled in my mind,

I see the Solution,

A Ghost in Transition,

A Paper with empty lines...

The Old man Snickers,

At my plight,

Laughing Gleefully,

He turns to Ride,

The swelling wave,

And fades into the Sea,

Something familiar,

About his Gait,

Struck me with the Breeze,

My blood ran cold,

The Key turned the Lock,

The Jaded man was me...

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Planning

"Life passes most people by while they're busy making grand plans for it." - "Blow"

One of the many classic lines of the movie. Makes me wonder. If i'm guilty of the above. Although i think, i'm one step worse. My life is passing by, and i'm not even making tiny plans for it. haha. How now? Time to panic i guess.

Or not. I may not have been alive very long. But if there's one thing my 23 years has taught me, its that things never really go as planned. Murphy's Law pretty much says it all! Plans don't depend on the self. They depend on a multitude of different people, and people are unpredictable.

So, if you can't depend on anybody; you can't really plan anything constructive. Ergo, i conclude the only thing you can plan to do, is to not plan anything!

Once again, i've succeeded in confusing myself. *round of applause*

Blurb

The days have been pretty volatile over the week. Something didn't work out too well, and well, things just spiraled downwards after that. You know how it is, when the shit hits the fan, it just gets splattered about, till, well you just can't go anywhere without stepping in the poo.

Oh well. Just gotta shrug it off, Make the best of things, and move on. That's about all i can do. Right world?
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Anyways, I'll be back later. I wanted to write more, but lunch time draws near, and i'm famished. Besides, i'll probably be more productive with something more than just coffee in my system. In the Words of the Governator,

I'll Be Back...