Three tiny tots climbed the sharing auto I was travelling in today morning along with their mother. Two of them were girls. Seeing their innocent faces and the whisperings of confidentialities between themselves as if it was a State secret, I sighed. How beautiful is childhood ! And I hoped that the girls would turn out to be ugly when they grow up to be maidens. I hope they don't get mired in this world of cruelty, uncertainty, fear and insecurity, and remain ugly and happy; may be disturbed only about their ugliness of face but not fear the consequences of their beauty. You think I am cruel? No. I just saw a photo of Aarushi Talwar and feeling sad. Such a beautiful girl lost her life for what? Who knows? If she had lived, may be she would have been an achiever. A life nipped young.
Guess I am out of touch with everything right now, so no blog entry for many days. From many days, a question is bothering me. I haven't found a satisfactory answer yet. So I'll write it down here. Maybe anybody who reads this may know the answer. "Just because we are journalists, writers, opinion creators and thinkers, do we have the right to judge others? Either personally or professionally?" I think we don't have the right to judge a person, even if we are right. But as writers, we would have to judge others whether we like it or not. And it's very difficult forcing people to think, but that's what we are doing or pretending to be doing right? Another question: "How come life is so simple if you just let it live by itself without bothering much and so complicated if you try to manipulate it or even understand it?" Blessed are the ignorant. We who can understand everything, try not to let anything go by without understanding and thus miss the b
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