Serial blasts Black Day for India

Saturday, 26th, a day that has been marred by a series of blasts all around Ahmedabad. Stitting at Cafe’ day at Cambridge Layout, I was watching how the news was unfolding on this bad tragedy. How can a common fella like me react to such gastly acts. Is it just an act of some section of Muslim
community or it is a backlash of some thing we all have created.

For me the whole day didn’t present with a glory weekend feeling. With a drained salary account, there was nothing I could cheer about and nothing chilled I could think of. On top of that the inert fear of another blast episode kept me closer to home, ie Cafe day @ cambridge layout.

“Memories of my melancholy whores”

Sitting at the smoking zone of Cafe’ day, I started reading the short novel by Marquez, “Memories of my melancholy whores”. With in few pages into this book, it took on very blatant style of his favorite expression about sex and women….

Well I like this bold expression like , ” I have never gone to bed with a women I didn’t pay, and the few who weren’t’ in that profession I persuaded, by argument, by force, to take money…….

“The year, I turned Nienty, I wanted to give myself the gift of a night of wild love with an adolescent virgin. “….

Got to finish this book on Sunday, I was narrating few lines to my lady and she just passed it as only of usual pranks and about how the books spoke like my nasty thoughts….

Electronic Eye – A good way out

Coming back to blasts and such incidents, I bet these authorities has to wake up and put more electronic security devices at all the important locations. I wonder why Bangalore a city which has so much IT firms has failed to do these basis security measures.

If such snoopy devices were placed earlier it would been very easy for the cops to locate these sick minds. I hope at least these incidents will prompt them to look for such deterrent measures.