Perpetually Perplexed

There was a new development today. No. No. I did not fight with any one. Nor did I threaten any one. I was taking one of my numerous breaks. Why? Just because I work from home, I can not take any breaks? If you are willing to consider my app development as work instead of "time pass". So I was taking a break and I see a young boy and a girl sitting in front of our gate and talking. First instinct was to ask who are you. But before I could ask the boy told they were sitting "simply". OK. No issue. But I think and I am almost certain that surrounding people are  observing and thinking how can they exploit the situation. So I told the boy please go and sit some where else as it won't look good. The girl walked very fast after snatching his mobile. And the boy went with his bike few minutes later. Was that moral policing by this old auntie? Or was it to save myself - old or not, from further gossips. Already my people tell me that I should not bother about

ಇತರರ ಕೆಳ ಬೀಳಿಸಿ ನೀ ಮೇಲೆ ಹೋಗುವದ್ಯಾಕೆ ಅವರ ನಾಶವೇ ನಿನ್ನ ಉನ್ನತಿಯೇ ಅವರ ಗೋರಿಯ ಮೇಲೆ ನಿನ್ನ ಮನೆ ಯಾಕೆ ಯಾಕಿಷ್ಟು ಕ್ರೌರ್ಯ ನಿನದು ತನ್ನಂತೆ ಪರರ ಬಗೆದೊಡೆ ಕೈಲಾಸ ಎಂಬ ಮಾತು ಅರಿಯೆಯಾ

I am happy that all of us are becoming card swiping tech savvy citizens. I am also happy that the so called digital divide is diminishing very fast. But my question is how effecient are our systems in handling these things. Day before, I paid my cable bill using an online payment portal. The payment was successful because I received an sms that my money has been deducted, but I did not get transaction successful message on my computer screen. Then I had to go to the website of cable people and verify there. Today it was telephone bill. Again similar problem. Payment happens, but the sms from telephone company is terse "we have received your payment. we will process it" and their website still shows that we owe them the money by tomorrow. I, the self proclaimed tech proficient person who was both time and knowledge to pursue these matters online and offline, am facing such difficulties. What will the ordinary people do? The semi-literate people, who just know how to mak

Luca Ann was very black. Ebony black. So black that her mother did not want to touch her. And her father left them because he thought child was not his. The tragic thing was Luca would feel happy when her mother slapped her because she will touch her. Her life in school was worse. Children would throw bananas at her and mock her. But one day 8 year old Luca became bold enough to testify against one of the teachers who was molesting children. Her proud mother took her to a jeweler and gave a ear rings. Now the grown up Luca Ann does not visit her mother, but sends her money. She is confident and she has learned to dress in such a way so that the ugly duckling has turned into a swan. But she is rejected once again by her boyfriend Booker. He simply leaves her. Because she went to visit her molester and tried to give her money, but was beaten until she was unconscious. Booker has his own childhood tragedy. He had lost his brother Adam to a serial killer. And Booker is unable

If some one asks me what is your driving force, my reply would be one word - fear. So is it for most of other people, though they may not realize it, or may not admit it. I was planning on  a long blog post writing some personal stuff. Of course claiming victim hood. Because of my fear. In America, the current president elect got elected because of fear of people.  People there are afraid that they lose their jobs and livelihoods to immigrants and to outsourcing. When a person came along who told them that he will build a wall around the country, figuratively and literally, people gladly elected him. Similar is the case in our country. Here the other people are muslims. We are afraid that they marry so many wives, the produce so many children. And one day they will outnumber us and start ruling us again. So the party which promised to show these pakistani people in their place, we voted for that party. Even in regional politics, Kannadigas hate Tamilians because they are afrai

Recent famous a wedding and  a funeral - or a burial, should have told us, where to redirect our surgical strikes. But we are keeping our eyes tightly shut, only listening to soothing commands and repeating them, unwilling to open our eyes, unwilling to think and analyze.