A Pakistani ambassador's view on Mumbai mayhem

This is what, a former Pakistani diplomat has to say about the Mumbai terror attacks. This article appeared on "Encounter" a weekly magazine of the Dawn(One of the leading english newspaper in Pakistan). I am putting some excerpts from the entire article. Just go through it and you will very well understand.


"Their arrogance has been whetted, no doubt, by the West’s gullibility to swallow whatever their Indian ‘allies’ conjure up and dish out in a massive disinformation campaign, of which the sole objective is to lampoon Muslims all over the world. The saturation coverage of the Mumbai drama by the likes of BBC and CNN was graphic evidence of the western unqualified concurrence in whatever the Indian propagandists would spoon-feed them."

Another paragraph goes by
" Take, for instance, the mystery surrounding the actual count of the alleged terrorists involved in the episode. The official brief says there were only ten, out of which one — still alive and in captivity — was overpowered at the railway station. That leaves nine of them. Two are said to have held the inmates of Nariman House, the Israeli enclave. That leaves just seven. These seven must have divided themselves into two groups. Let’s assume they split 4:3. It couldn’t be 3 ½ for each of the two giant hotels invaded and occupied by them.

Can anyone in their right mind perceive, for a moment, that three or four people could hold up a huge 600-plus room hotel like Taj, and an equally cavernous hotel like Oberoi, for more than 60 hours, fight off hundreds of counter-insurgency commandoes, terrorise and kill scores of their hostages, trash the hotels from inside (as subsequent television footage so graphically displayed for the world)? They had to be supermen to accomplish all that."

Is it a joke or something?? Here, there has been an irreparable loss in terms of life and this guy is making a mockery of the situation..

To read the entire article, i am providing you the link:http://www.dawn.com/weekly/encounter/20081213/encounter2.htm

Nirudweg Opekhya..

Byathito mur praan,
Tumaar pora durot thaaki
Nijom kaal raatri, uttar bisaary
Haaba thury khaaw,kot ba hol mur bhul
Chokuwe di dhaar dhaar kory boi pore
nijora sokupaanir, nihobde nirnatar

Premor antahin agni hikhaat
Jwalise mur premor attma
Chittat tuli disu mur dehaa
opekhya korisu tumaloy..
Kijaani tumi ghury aaha

aakhaar uport jiyay assu moi
kio baa, nijey nejaanu
tothaapi jiyaay aasu, tumaaloy saai
Houwaa.. hurjyae bengunia aabhaay aakakhon
Mur tejere rangoli korile...
Tummar opekyaat...

Aabeer:

For want of a nail

<span style="font-style:italic;">THis one quote by Benjamin Franklin is what i like the most..

For want of a Nail the Shoe was lost; for want of a Shoe the Horse was lost; and for want of a Horse the Rider was lost; being overtaken and slain by the Enemy, all for want of Care about a Horse-shoe Nail.

Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard's Almanack, June 1758

Lunatic vibes


I am a self made man, waiting for the opportunities,
I do not care what you assume,you can call me opportunist
I do not follow the rules but make the rules
As I am a self made man

Emotions elude me distract me
I am not a revolutionary nor an illusionist
I do not thrive on religion, race caste or creed
I am a simple human with complex issues
As I am a self made man

I hate being typecast
Coz I am not an issue
Nor I am downtrodden
I am a free will person
As u all know
I am a self made man

Borders do not mean anything to me
Coz It does not exist for me
I am neither insane nor translucent
I am the eternal and the supernatural
I am a self made man……
Coz i am me....
Aabeer...

" The great Indian armpit revolution"

The idea struck me hard last week.. wow a great concept to write about. You know commuting in private transport, especially in the summers is a hell of a journey. You seem to get ensconced by the fact that you too are part of the great Indian republic.

The story starts: On my way back to my humble room, i have to take the Mudrika service( Azadpur- Satyaniketan).. a distance of 20 kms. shit.. just 20 kms . Yes buddy a mere twenty kilometers.. while travelling by bus.. you don't generally have access to air conditioners.. instead your beloved nose will be taken over by the unbearable stench of the Indian armpit. Loads of armpit.. you name it.. they have it.. Muslim armpit, armpit of boys and gals... Hindu armpit.. Sikh armpit.. all of them celebrating the democratic power entitled .. all the smells forging alliances to thwart off the threat perception created by Deodorants.. U huu.. sucks man...

But this is life and you have to survive the harsh conditions. Of course, there are ways and you have to constantly innovate and try out new ideas to get rid of the overbearing stench. You have ti time your movements depending on the rush hour. It took me months to figure out the technique. This is how it works.

I try to start early morning. Generally, it is fresh in the morning and you have the time to think to put your things in to perspective. Once you reach office, you can start your work, which is empty and quite. This way, you will be able to save time and can leave the workplace early. Rush hour traffic usually starts after 5pm and by that time i reach my room. Even then, there are times when you have to undergo the assualt of the great indian armpit, but that will only help to keep you grounded.



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AAbeeRs world

Welcome .... to my world..

Contrary to my expectations, i have survived too long..nope.. dont even think that i am going to die. Its a catcha phraSE to have your attention my dear friends.. The reason being Ranjan is a very tedious affair...You cannot be a ranjan without rashmi.. thats right... it is my first name .. middle name being Ranjan and surname being Saikia.. just 3 words to describe me as a whole.. Hahaha..

In a recent story.. one Supratim Dutta survived from a fatal accident.. a 6 kg iron angle passed through his body damaging 7 vital organs and leaving the hear by a whisker... Phew a great escape.. great supratim.. i salute you and your luck.. and from next time onwards.. always take the back seat.

On a sad note.. one of my dear freind Aroop has again failed to clear the Common Proficiency Test(CPT).. i think he needs to put in more effort and a bit of discipline..

PP for pran protim has acquired the dangerous virus...kp4 variant.( LOVEmania).. a highly contagious disease.. and i am seeing the effects on Guni too..

Saurav on the other hand is on a leave for 2 days.. he too needs some rest.. as he has to take a lot of undue stress..after all commuting in a CNG auto is a very tiring task..

Junior aka phatee.. will be reaching delhi after 2 months of vacation on 26 th july...
Any news other than that? Really i am getting bored with this life.. may be some divine intervention..

Just for some more good new.. wait for the next episode of Ranjans world..

" Out Bound to Delhi"

It was a conscious decision on my part to shift to Delhi. On that fateful night, when Pa asked"what are your plans for the future"? I knew the time had come to do something constructive rather than fooling around. Speaking the truth, I was going through a very bad phase. My on and off relation with my girl friend, no job and most importantly no money , pressure from my parents were taking a hard toll on me. I asked pa to give me some time to think over it. I was staying away from my home with two of my hostel mates in a rented apartment in Guwahati. Plainly speaking , the city was killing me from inside. I was trying to run away from my own self. The next day arrived and i told Pa who was staying on my apartment, as he was in the city for an official visit, that I will go to Delhi. I don't know what compelled me, but i had to do. I told my girl friend about it and she started crying. We met for a brief period. Really I was happy from the fact that I could inflict some kind of pain in her heart.The anguish in me seemed to be mellowed after that incident . I don't have any qualms to say that my girl friend was the biggest mistake of my life.

Of course, we did had a nasty break up. It was worse as it broke my confidence and completely shattered my ego. Even then, we used to talk sometimes twice in a week or thrice in a phone over the phone. It is hard to relive the moments, but destiny had something else for me. As of now, she is married and staying with her husband, leading a happy and blissful life.

Immediately after that, I left Guwahati for good. All my friends never came to know that I had left the city which I think had given me the best of my life, some of the best friends ,besides making me the man now I am.

Sometime in the middle of october'05 , I packed my bag and baggage and took the Bramhaputra Mail Bound to New delhi..