While cleaning out old papers and magazines, got a Week magazine of 2009 which had stories on Kargil war. Felt proud that our government took the right (and bold) decisions at the right time, not bending to Big Brother's pressures; proud of our soldiers who lost their limbs, lives but not their true spirit in the face of a Stinger. Felt tears brim over at the pride of their parents. When will we learn to respect our soldiers instead of silver screen idols and heroes of the pitch?
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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