I'm thousands of miles away from yesterday's attacks, lost for words and disturbed. Rains, bombs, and now all this. Mom is in India, and thankfully nowhere near Mumbai. Hearing first hand accounts give me the chills. A cousin chose not to go Oberoi last night as she was too tired to get ready, didn't go to Taj for the very same reason even though she had discount coupons and ended up going somewhere else. Almost all my relatives are scattered around South Mumbai. And thankfully everyone is safe. Was up all night stalking IBN / BBC live streams and twitter search. It was heart wrenching to watch the Taj burning away all night long, hearing shots and blasts with reports of brave cops and people dying every hour. Questions and more questions keep haunting, like toxins with no answerable cure. I'm very peeved off with the BBC right now and I'm not alone, and don't even get me started on Barkha Dutt and Adwani. More views from Pakistan here. There's so much on my mind right now, I don't think I can continue. Stay alert, stay safe.

More over here.

Update: More live twitter coverage all on one page here.


back in the blogger bhajan front

think deadlines. deadly, gory deadlines. deadlines of all sorts, lines of miles of it. wires of winding workload. deadlines with destructive definitions. with dire dilemmas. it's astonishing really, how my mind still flat out fails to comprehend the heaving veracity of deadlines. unless you're a poacher or a telecom engineer, the d-word has had a reputation of giving the very best of punctual personalities a scare. call it "adrenalin anesthesia" if you may, it's one thing walking away with a smiley on your face after a timely submission often accompanied with an unwanted feeling of "that complete student", and quite another living up to the last-minute-action-go plan. and then everything goes boom boom boom, like it did early this week foiling your rather intricate couldn't-be-more-perfect plan. getting hit by the darned viral flu for the second time in the same month wasn't exactly something I had included in the "could go wrong" list. although there's one thing that's always worth every cough—you get do a sinatra without actually sounding too far away from the low notes. tonsil travesty ensues. and happy delayed belated diwali wishes, although happy here seems more like an overstatement blissfully inaccurate that too. that's right, diwali was nothing less than a potentially fluky deadly deadline date and not to mention the swadeshi diwali deprivation underwent since like a decade (slight habitual hyperbole there, but who doesn't like eggs generation) although a salty suprise the very next morning kinda made up for it. anywhoosh me thinks I shouldeth stopathy, now that quoting real life perils in a desperate bid to cover up procrastinatory practices isn't much of a smart idea afterall. so stay tuned.

ps- too much tags left undone, bedone soon. If only they'd been them security ones, I'd be in lock up by now.

who says there's no electricity in heaven

be it in plastic or in person, it's never inough.

speaking of which,
there's thunder in the clouds
so go back to your house.