Beyond Terrorism...

The post-cold war world has turned from a constant fear of a holocaust to a concern for human rights. Just as the former often turned into paranoia, the latter concern too can easily be turned into a self-serving preoccupation. The concern for human rights gives rise to a menace called terrorism. It is really difficult to define terrorism in global terms. Often one country's terrorist is another country's national hero. The terrorism in India has been transcending horizons and is evolving as shall I be allowed to say.

Everyone is well aware of the serial bombings striking Bharat and the courage of the terrorists to bomb our metros such as Bangalore, Delhi, Mumbai and not to forget Ahmedabad and Surat. The places worst hit by these blasts very well suggest the amount of planning and brain that went into the implementation of this horrendous idea.

What is underlined by the posterior analysis of this menace is that it's not just a hide and seek game now. The roots have developed deep and we have to reach there in order to put a brake on this roller coaster ride these terrorists are having at the moment. The terrorists are our brethren only, who have somehow gone astray and are accounting every action of theirs' to be allowed by religion. Religions are diverse but all point to the ONE. HIM is unique. It's the insecurity of something that causes all this.

Shall he grant saddhbuddhi to all of us. All the problems may be resolved in a peaceful way.

Shifted from an earlier blog...

* Written when I was in second year in Thapar University *

 

The two years of my silence in Thapar University are over now. It was really a herculean task for me for the research I was involved in. I was a silent spectator.

Watching everything and embedding it into my memory- I am an anthropologist now, so am I a psychologist, and philosopher toh main bachpan se hi tha!

It was a tough time because no one really knew what I was doing and even the omens couldn't suggest that! No comments really on this! Everyone those days was so busy in their own life. No one really damn bothered what I was doing/thinking/analyzing except a few who to an extent were able to realize then.

Now writing this diary entry on July 3rd, 2006 (my birthday) with tears in my eyes gives me traumatizing pleasure.

I even went to the Boys hostel in the 3rd semester, spent a few months there and analyzed the atmosphere there, all in deep silence.

The most challenging part in this study was anthropology. I saw a change in attitudes, thoughts, expressions and feelings in my near and dear ones and especially friends (the most hurting aspect).

- Friends- As now the definition seems to be, are to be rejected when they are of no use anymore.

- Trust- The most important ingredient of friendship was lacking between the best of friends I could see.

- The innocent guys were the culprits.

And then of course lack of good, efficient, practical, productive technical teaching yielded up to the frustration and the students were obviously more velah than any other times in their lives.

Second most hurting aspect was that there seemed to be a fierce competition between individuals; just to be counted above the other fellow(s). This dirty rat race in which even I was involved and now I am happy to be out.

I am back on blogger!!!

Hi Blogger

I am back, after more than 2 years of hibernation. I've come back to you to share my experiences with my dear fellows about what I went through this period.

I missed you so much blogger. But I had to go. I had to capture some experiences only to come back and post to you.

Several breakthrough as well as heart-breaking changes have taken place dear blogger, both internal as well as external to my own peripheral occupancy. Level best shall I try to post each and every event of my experience. I promise u that!