Thursday, December 26, 2002

Togadia and Asghar Ali Engineer both made statements about a civil war recently. I believe talks of a civil war on anything but religious grounds are highly exaggerated.
i must first extend my congratulations to Togadia for being a liberal amongst his flock. At least he considers the Muslims to be our own for it to be a civil war. Good.

I once read some SS propaganda that proclaimed, "Indian Muslims must differentiate themselves from Pakistani Muslims. Otherwise all that separates them is a passport". Given that India and Pakistan are at loggerheads, this insecurity is understandable, if not justifiable.

The civil war will begin when the irrationality of the Hindu Nazi leads to pre-emptive strikes against Muslims who 'might' be traitors. To take a leaf from Germany's book, there were very few Germans who wanted to do to the Jews what the Nazi did, when they had given the power to the Nazi, there was little they could do.

The only way to stop the Hindu Nazi is not secularism, but an enlightened Hindutva. India is a Hindu nation, has been, will be. Even at the height of Mughal supremacy, the chants of the Vedas were loud and clear. No one can deny the Hindus in India that. But it is another matter altogether to assume that Hinduism will unite India. One would be making the same mistake that Iqbal made when he said Islam would unite Pakistan.

Monday, December 23, 2002

I shouldn't have come to Rivendell.

Galadriel always is upgrading and maintaining her zany network. It seems the elves have a penchant for online gaming. Nevertheless, the network was pulled down for the past two days. Looks like Santa had to send some of his elves over to help these guys get their network up and running.

I got a serious jolt today morning, but I guess I will recover.

My boss has called me for some kind of intern reunion. Now, the place is 90 minutes away from Rivendell, and I am in two minds if I should go or not. He has just had a baby, so I guess I will go. Arwen flew into a frenzy last night, when I said I thought Galadriel looked fetching in that gown she was wearing. Arwen shouldn't get all insecure. I mean, I hung around with Eowyn and nothing happened right? [hehe]

The days are getting colder, looks like Sauron wants us all to purchase his woollen sweaters. I wouldn't really mind giving the fellow some business, but it seems like Elrond, who knows the guy first hand, has other ideas. All the elven women are busy knitting these days. They look cute, knitting with their pointy ears, but the clacking of the needles is getting to my head. I tried playing Soul Sitar so that I could drown it in the groovy beat, but groove doesn't quite appeal to elven ears, and all it took was one 'I'll take the network down again' look from Galadriel for me to shut the sitar melodies down.

It is fifty and three clicks from mid-day, and I must leave now for the boss's party at Tanah Merah. The journey will not be easy, but I, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, will ride the snake of lightening and the big magic cart with wheels which pushes itself to get there and give my best wishes to him. May the spirits of our ancestors light my way. All orcs that I shall encounter on the way, I shall decimate without warning, for orc are vermin, not of this earth, and they can never be trusted. Or I might just give them a slight nod and say "Sunny day, isn't it?" Don't let your sword handle you, Gandalf says. He is a wise man, indeed.