Slinging scribbles

The Congress’ decision to introduce the National Council Terrorism Centre, effective from March 1, has met with severe protests from as many as 13 non-congress ministers and several other experts. ‘Framed’ on the lines of USA’s NCTC, India’s National Centre for Counter Terrorism will directly come under the control of the Information Bureau.  Under the new setup, officers of the Operations Division of the NCTC shall have the power to arrest and search under Section 43A of the Unlawful Activities (Prevention) Act, 1967, which clearly means more power to the Centre. It is feared that this will result in rendering State Anti-Terrorism Units completely defunct. In an already complicated Intelligence setup, the NCTC will be the fourth major anti-terrorism body after the NATGRID, NIA and NSG. Even as NATGRID and NIA will function independent of NCTC, one must not forget that every state has its own dedicated counter terrorism units which can become very useful considering terrorism an...

  It’s a prayer; an order if thou feel so, You are the only thing that me considers mine, After all the refuted chances, That passed away like they weren’t mine. Honest I was, if that’s what thou ask my conscience, Passionate I was, if that what you need to know, Obsessed and simple I was… If that’s what my flaw was. ‘O Love’, I shall call thee names, ‘O Love’, you betrayed me and had fun on my name, ‘O Love’, laugh, leave if that’s what is left of my name. Blame you, me knows its easy, Isnt it the same for you? I dare ‘propose’, Could you not look after me? You are cruel; shall I not ask you? Do you not mock at my helplessness? Photo courtesy: Rosanna Abrachan   The need makes me weak, Limbs move at a snail’s speed Ask me, I shout silently Feel, touch, caress, a cry faints while delivering the inner voice Are you pretentious or am I to blame? Am I asking too much or it isn’t worthy of this fame? A heart remains unsati...

While sitting down on a not so bright morning to write something, I secretly hope no one reads yet gives me a source to pour my juvenile feelings. I suddenly reminisce about the moments which made me happy then and yet have the force to trouble me now as I write them. The surprise drizzling in the morning doesn't make my nostalgia feel lazy but on the contrary, it awakens me from my slumber. My heart feels heavy as the hazy day reminds me of the time when my school reopened. I clearly recall having asked my mom, "Mom, why does the school reopen at a time when such a lousy morning is tempting me to sleep?" Quite used to my futile tantrums, Mom just rolled her eyes in disgust to the inane question, making her displeasure known. I immediately got up from my bed and began to think of all the possible ways of missing the first day. I thought, "Its raining cats and dogs and am praying the providence to bestow its kindness on my feeling and make it impossible for t...

People generally assume hostel to be the place where life enjoys its every moment. With practically no one to scoff at your deficiencies, it encourages you to live the life of a free bird. It’s also the only place where every friend is just a doorstep away, assignment and attendance is taken care in lieu of perquisites and most of all; it’s where beer bottles always run short of glasses! Parties, birthdays and festivals add zing to the already colourful life that one receives in the company of several buddies. But, if that would suffice the entire hostel life, it’s surely an incomplete tale. With all its fun and galore, the life also passes though the dark, often recounted tales of depression and traumas that arise out of living in a different world. Hostile at times, a hostel life is often cruel. With new companions and newer rooms, it’s never easy for a person to settle with somebody who has completely different tastes. It’s also where experiences experience change as one moves...

For me, will share yet you will not feel, Absurd, yet a release of pain clotted, do you care to see? O my lovers, I ask also thee , you saw me grow up, do you not ask once? Rejected physically, mentally; Drained emotionally, will she ask, won't she, but who? Are you constant with your problems, asks Smit to him, the one who feels for all, falls for all. Changed are your verses, rhymes and your lovers, could you ever be distinct? haaa, he doesnt answer, as always leaves a blemish, but releases the flow amid those scribes.. Silence follows.... 

In its bid to save itself from losing out on votes for the adjournment motion, Manmohan Singh tried to cajole Trinamool Congress and the DMK to support its decision to 51% FDI in multi brand retail and 100% FDI in single brand retail in a closed quarters meeting in capital New Delhi. The meeting with the two parties comes as a result of the voiced disapproval from both the parties on participation of the FDI in the retail sector. The Parliament sessions, too have been unproductive for the past five days following the vociferous slogans from several parties against the decision. The meeting with the top brass leaders of TNC and DMK was held to convince the allied parties to abstain from voting, if it did not wish to support it. If the Congress has its way then, there is a good chance that it will win the motion.  The Government, having worked out its calculations, has dared the opposition to go on a no-confidence motion to show its confidence in winning the votes.The mai...

Its 3 am in the morning. The whispers of wind are apparent enough. Nothing unusual about them. For the past two years at Symbiosis, they have been passing through my hostel gates, along the roads, classrooms and our hostel rooms. But, this was the air of melancholy. Today was the last day I would be living as the Symbiosis Institute of Media and Communications student. What was it that was missing? Placed, yes; going back home happy, true; then what the hell was missing? I stepped out of the room, wearing my track suit, the one which I earned following my selection in the cricket team of Symbiosis. I decided to take the journey to my campus, the one that I had walked endlessly on for various reasons. It was wistful reminder of the silent, stupid, happy nostalgic moments that I had shared along the roads. As I passed the cricket ground, it brought memories of the injuries that I shared on the ground and the subsequent limping towards the medical center for relisprays and pai...