Useless.On our part.

The whole (ongoing) episode just shows you.

It shows you that The Truth is, indeed, a thing too difficult to swallow for people. For organizations. And yes, for countries of every sort.

Cynicism aside, the poor people do have a right to know the truth. If they are electing a bundle of hypocrites every damned time, they at least deserve to know. They should be aware of the fact that we are, for most practical purposes, a US colony. That we have a band of pygmies posing as leaders. They may be rightist. They may be leftist. They may be religious. They may be secular. They may call themselves any of these things. But, essentially, their greed, their lust for power and their love for self-interest is some thing that should be known to the average voter. Not that it matters, you know. It is all a conspiracy. Shut your eyes and cover your ears if you see the unholy name of Wikileaks appear anywhere.

One more thing. I think that if Obama can get a Nobel Peace prize for pure rhetoric , Julian Assange deserves ten for promoting peace by making information accessible to all and sundry. For peace among different nations can not be established on the basis of deceit and lies. It is a far better approach to be truthful and straightforward.

What WL is doing is a very admirable feat. I just can not see it having much effect on world politics. Because no one will ever be willing to honestly say the truth.

At least, it won't make any difference to us.

The Life of Sine

I am indebted to two people for providing the idea for this post. One of them  is Yann Martel, the writer of The Life of Pi. The name of his book gave me the spark of imagination that I needed. The second is a royal friend. I am indebted to both of them.

Back, at last!

It has been a very long time, indeed.
However, we shall continue as if nothing had happened.
I have been contemplating the idea of coming for a rant here for quite some time, ever since college started to  be exact.
Well, I am getting off-track, where I should not get, at least right now.
One will often hear the fact that this is a fair world, that it rewards honesty and appreciates the truth. That you always have to stand for what you think is right, and stick to it. This has become a cliche, and common people expect to have something good whenever they do some thing good.
The reality is (as reality always is) not at all so ideal. Other people do not always appreciate your speaking out. They will nearly always chastise you and try to change your mind and convert you to what they think is the "RIGHT PATH".
The lesson that I learnt is; always know that you will have to face hostility when you say something that you think is correct. So just be prepared.
Recently,in my college, some one pointed out to a teacher during a class that what he, the teacher, was trying
to do one way, could be done another way too. What that person got was a full blast on how he wasn't clear about that topic, very unclear in fact. Another person gave a logic that was utterly false, I think (I can not be sure of this, as I was not attentive at this point). And that one got approved by the teacher.
And this whole time, the first person was dead right. In fact, what he said was more logical than the other way.
Man, did it set me reflecting!
Something else that I noticed earlier comes to my mind now. In our high school syllabus, we read a modified version of a Maupassant's story, which tells of a man who was unjustly accused of theft and scorned by the people when he tried to talk in his defense. The ridicule consumed his health, and he died.
Now, my course book said that after some time, a flood sept away the whole village. Only that grave remained.
What is interesting is that I have checked this story out from multiple sources. But I could not find the part that mentions the flood anywhere.
That means that Maupassant did not always believe in getting rewarded for what you did (Some of his stories do show one getting punished for one's evil deeds) . And I flatter myself that he shared my views to some extent.
So why did my book had a different version? If someone can suggest a reason, I'd be more than delighted to know. My own conclusion is simply that the person who edited that book also believed in always getting back what you sent forth.
In a nutshell, the lesson is: Be prepared.
You may also choose to remember what Ibn-e-Insha said, about truth being accompanied by a cup of poison.That really defines it.

Regretted, Your Honour

It is announced with deep regret that the author of this blog, the speaking spook, is alive and at large, contrary to common hopes. Whether a spook can be alive or not is another debate, and out of the scope of this announcement.
The speaking or rather blabbering spook refused to comment on the rumors that she is still steadfast in her plans for the destruction of this planet, with a mysterious smile. In fact,the people believe that she is working on them right now .
Stay tuned in for information regarding further developments. Thank you.

A too-sunny day

Today was not one of the best and memorable days of my life.
First I got roasted and scorched in the morning sun. I bet that our sun can give the best of tans in the least time.Not a simple tan at that: it can transform you into something  that resembles more of charcoal than of a homo sapien.
The, in the morning, I managed to do something incredibly stupid. No,I am NOT going in its details. Who wants others to know that they are an extreme idiot?
And I struggled to get some sleep in the load-shedding struck noon. It was torture, I can tell you.
The most interesting thing today was a message from  a well-intentioned friend:"May you have a really sunny day"
Ah!As if I had not received enough of sun yet!
Talk of  wishes that haunt you like a ghost!

This weekend did not turn out to be a nice one.
Now that I think of it, I see that this week was not a nice one,either.
First of all, I kept prancing around like a zombie due to sleep deprivation the whole time.
Then I had to deal with rough gears.And when I finally managed to get them smooth, they got too smooth to work.

(I love you mechanics. You really made my week.)
Then I started hallucinating
Finally
About my work being finished
And me being done with the viva
Then, on the weekend, I finally sought to tackle des.
That was when I realized that I hate changes. Why does everything  in the world have to change, and that too at a rate,the rate of which is changing with time!
I simply wished things would stop for some time, and give some relief to my poor mind.
But they simply do not.
Neither do they stop failing.(One proposed system failed completely after it was designed).
Neither do they stop crashing (poor files!Oh, poor me!)
I hate magnets too(all sorts).
And I wrote an idiotic short story, but am much more of a sloth to upload it.
The elves said
Tra-la-la-lally
To stay would be jolly
To fly would be folly
Tra-la-la-lally
And I am following Carrol now
So
This post is very much similar to something a drugged person might write
So I think this much is enough

Rantings of a vivaed-to-be

Some times, it so happens that you have an idea of something. But, later on, you learn that what you thought was so very different from what was.
This happens a lot of times in life. But it is not something that you enjoy, I can guarantee you. For something similar happened to me last night.
Now I am quite touchy about the fact that there is nothing in my life at the moment except a really crooked college. Crooked in the sense that it is not crooked at all. Rather it is as straight as a poker. I, naturally, disapprove of everything as straight as that. The college campus looks very much ordinary and much more non-descript whenever I saw it in daylight. So I had the illusion in my mind that it would look creepy and haunted and lonesome and at night. I sometimes visualized myself , wandering as a lost soul, walking among the numerous clumps of trees, all alone, with only starlight to guide me. I thought it would be real fun; I thought it would be beautiful.
Alas! My dreams were to be shattered to smithereens in a very cruel way. Last night, I had the chance to walk on the main road for some length. There were lights and lights. And lots of people walking, jogging,talking, shouting and doing what not. Ah, my imagination!
I pray that another illusion of mine not be shattered in a similar way, and that I manage to get a laugh out of a supposedly-funny person.