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Women in Combat

This one is one of the most sensitive issues I have ever touched upon in my blog, and for obvious reasons. You see, I don't want to offend feminism and also, I don't want to offend masculinism(Is there such a word? And if not, why is it that it is only the fairer sex that is offended????? hmmmm...) The issue has come to light again and along with it, it has opened yet another can of worms, both feminine and masculine. It brings with it the sweet memories of Jessica Lynch and also of MCPs(hey dude, if u don't know what an MCP is..you might as well be one). Women in Combat. And I can recall a Tomb Raider, ready to kill by all means, guns and... Lots of views and lots of people get involved, when these issues crop up. A top army brass will have his views countered by a splendidly jewelled and saree clad feminist whom you mite as well think of as a Tanishq Ad Model; both debating vehemently over the issue. News readers of all reputable channels trying to see the story from all

Being Different...

In the heavens, Adam was cursed, For he dared go against the will of the Lord. Times haven't changed much, For those who run amok, Are still destined for swords... But may I ask, what the difference is? If I oppose you, so do you. Then the correctness is decided by, One with more ships and soldiers too... So if you ought to be different, Make sure you have the power, Else it is only the swords, For the belligerent.

Being Sensible...

There are times when you want to be left alone. When, although everything around you is motion, at lightening speed, but you feel like your mind is in a trance of its own. Caught in a time warp. The state of numbness to every perceivable sense is so overwhelming, that you can feel the clock ticking slowly. It is as if you are on an Einstein rocket moving at the speed of light, and it seems that it is not actually you, but the entire world that is moving at insane speeds. You feel that you have gone mad and all you see is insanity in every bit of action that you do, or not do. The brain is working at overload, about to crash, but it exudes perfect Buddha calm and a relaxed meditative state. It feels like being at a high without drugs. A perpetual matrix of anesthetic numbness shrouds your every effort to break free from it. And you feel that this will go on till times unknown. But here begins and ends the irony of it all. The state of being that puts you into it, wakes you itself. And t