Monday, December 27, 2004

The MMS episode: Done to death !

Adding my $ 0.02 to THE DEBATE...

Frankly, there was nothing incriminating about 17 year olds having a fling. What's new to it? What made me sick was the mileage that media houses were deriving out of the incident.

The TOIlet paper lived up to its reputation, ensuring the story was covered. Daily on the front page. Sticky eyeballs, it generated for sure. What was even more sickening was the the fact that media houses, especially in Delhi, were adding flavours to the story.

When we notice the amount of freedom of expression that the internet provides us, and the fact that we have been privy to all kinds of content on the net, we will realise that the entire episode was a non-issue. It need not snowball into a national debate when we have farmer suicides and conflicts in the North Eastern states begging for more attention.

News channels had already done reporting the incident before the newspapers started. Every time I read the story, I thought of only one thing: What would be devastating impact of this on the boy and girl who have done this?

How would you feel if you were 17 and a stupid act - a mistake people that age commit out of immaturity - has suddenly become a national issue? It's not a pleasant feeling. You have an entire life ahead of you to construct. How do recover from the mental disintegration? The glaring eyes? The stifled laughter behind your back? In a country where sex is still taboo, how do you deal with the ignominy? It's worse than being hanged for stealing candy. At least you don?t live to describe the pain.

The insensitivity of the media needs to be severely criticized. It was a non-issue, I can go on record saying that. How would you like reading about your sexual escapades everyday in the papers? How would you like hanging your head in shame, thinking how you could ever reconstruct your life again? How could you read all that everyday and not feel the shame that your family feel? How could they blow it out of proportions like that?

When you understand our conservative cultural mindsets, you would realise the ignominy the young couple has faced. Hell, Clinton was the most powerful man on earth. And had a hard time cleaning off the stains. Try dealing with a problem like that when you're just seventeen.

The entire system - the judiciary included - has made the victims, the unfortunate scapegoats. The couple, Ravi Raj, the Bazee CEO... all scapegoats. Nothing but scapegoats. You punish one... and hope that the others fall in line.

When you're done with the story... just imagine: After being made the unnecessary scapegoats, how do you expect these kids to restart living a normal, respectable life again?

Saturday, December 25, 2004

Merry Xmas


Santa was kind. On Christmas morning, I found my first story at my doorstep.

Here's (MWAH! MWAH! MWAH! MWAH!) the link to my first ever news report (MWAH! MWAH! MWAH! MWAH!)

Pliss be kind to leave comments on the Indian Express page.

And here's wishing you a Merry Xmas...

... and a happy nude rear.

Friday, December 24, 2004

The Week That Was

The last one week had been pleasantly hectic. I spent it

1) Bidding goodbyes to various classmates who were heading off to hometowns

2) Publicly rubbishing the jackass that is my HOD

3) Pondering over the meaning of life

4) Trying to land myself an internship

5) Wondering why I needed to do # 4 when I can chill out at home for the winter break.

Which, BTW, brought me back to # 3. (Smirk!)

A bit of running around took to me to the ITO area near Cannuaght Place.

Three meetings later, I had a 2-week internship. No, it won't pay me even my conveyance bills. The work would be thankless.

But hell, it's so good to be a part of the newspaper I have loved more and more over the years...

Thursday, December 23, 2004

Damn this cold!




Ultra-precision instrument to locate cold, hard furniture on a dark winter morning.

Sunday, December 12, 2004

The song that didn't let me be...

As you look around this room tonight

Settle in your seat and dim the lights

Do you want my blood

Do you want my tears

What do you want?

What do you want from me?

Should I sing until I can't sing any more

Play these strings until my fingers are raw

You're so hard to please

What do you want from me?

Do you think I know something you don't know?

If I don't promise you the answers would you go?

Should I stand out in the rain?

Do you want me to make a daisy chain for you?

I'm not the one you need

What do you want from me?

To quote Nemesis... growing up sucks!

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Run of the mill, "what's up" post

I have moved out of home. It took a while. Now I am free. Well? almost.

The weekend was spent poring over cardboard boxes, trying to figure out what to take with me and what to leave back at home. It?s all been done.

It should be an interesting period of four-odd months with my two new roomies. It should also buy me more time and space for myself. And also give me more time think about life in general. To try and find answers to questions, which have intrigued me for some time.

Among the questions that have been eating me, this one tops the list: What did those two flaming homosexuals namely Elton John and George Michael mean, when the sang ?Don?t let the sun go down on me?? Opinions invited.

Blogging would not be high on the priority list for the moment. It would be hard for me to reply to all those lovely comments that you people have been leaving. The exams are around the corner. There?s a lot of theory to be crammed. There are internships to be taken care of. There?s a media research report, which has on my mind like a chunk of chicken stuck between my teeth.

Is this the end of Neurotica as we know it? We will know in a few days.