My experiments with a camera : Part 2

My experiments with a camera: Part 1

Love is no more a criminal offence - Thanks to Delhi High Court

In a historic judgement, the Delhi High Court on Thursday decriminalized homosexuality by striking down section 377 of the Indian Penal Code. The Section 377 of the IPC as far as it criminalizes gay sex among consenting adults is violation of fundamental rights, said the high court.

This would have far reaching results. Finally we are starting to accept the fact that there is something called as individual freedom. I’m sure religious leaders would come all out to protest against this verdict. The legal battle will continue. But I’m happy for the fact that the court has finally decided to scrap a 150 year old law written by the British. This law puts Homosexuality at par with Sex with animals. It says homosexuality is Unnatural.

I heard few debates where the representatives of the church, the mosque and the temples where debating on why should homosexuals be treated as out-castes. They say it’s a deranged mind that’s in action. I felt these religious leaders are the one with deranged minds. They are the ones who need immediate psychiatric attention.

Most religious texts propagate reproduction and carrying forward life as man’s most important task. How do you explain unmarried priests and nuns? Is it not a sinful act then? Isn’t it against their god and against religion? They claim Quran permits polygamy for men. How religious is it to enjoy four women and then sit and dissect the sexual preferences of Gays?

How does one justify the lack of back bones in our politicians, who want to consult these very religious leaders before taking a decision on Section 377?

I’m for once happy that Judiciary is the saving grace in a land where blindfolded politicians and religious leaders live in the pre British era.

rain rain....

The person who sung Rain Rain go away, should have been the most unromantic person in the whole blue world

I miss You

Its Tough for me

not to Miss you...

Cos when I dont miss you

Im not me, I miss myself

Rain is fun ...

It rained in Bangalore yesterday also.
Ammu was playing with her friends, when the rains started. They had to take a shelter in the corridors. I know how much she likes the rains. When we were in Cochin, she would insist on walking in the rains with her rain coat. She would not come back in.

I was enjoying the rain. Ammu was shouting at me to come into the corridor. I told her to come out instead. She probably was confused and hence she hesitated. Then she ran towards me, and we walked in the drizzle. The rest of the kids stood in the shade.

As we reached the gate, we saw pools of water that was accumulating. I was telling ammu, how much fun we used to have as kids, playing in the rains. I don’t remember getting a cough or a cold then. May be the rains were not polluted then, and we were not eating much of contaminated food either...Anyways, as the rain intensified, we took shelter. It was a small sun shade , that we were standing under, and both of us were getting splashed with the rain. I felt good being a kid myself.

As the rain seized, the kids slowly came out so did we. I could see what Ammu was eyeing…the small pools of water in the tar way. It just needed a nod from me, and out in a flash she went. Before the other kids realized what happened, Ammu was jumping in and out of the water pools. The other kids again seem confused and were looking at me. I smiled, as if to say, Do it at your risk. Next thing I see was, the entire battalion jumping up and down, splashing water. All of them were getting soaked, but who cares.

As we walked back, still splashing water with our feet, almost drenched but laughing our hearts out, I wondered how many parents would come searching for me to ask How dare I made their kids play in the rain and now they are sick.

As i was boarding ammu to her school bus today morning, her friend asked." uncle, will it rain today”???

Michael Jackson - We Will Miss You

The first memories of MJ is of the Jackson 5. I remember having seen it in one of the late night shows of Doordarsan.

I remember sitting jaw dropped watching his moon walk.

Micheal Jackson, then came in picture as my first information of Plastic Surgery. Even now when i hear the term, MJ's face comes as a recall.

Controversial as he could be, wheather it being abused by his father as a child, His memories shared with Oprah, His facelift surgeries, His mansion, His debts, His sexuality, His relationships, His shopping trips with face covers,His child abuse allegations, His dangling of his child over the balcony and the latest conversion to Islam...I dont think any man can be this controversial and still be an ICON to a generation.

Im not a hard core MJ fan, who would have his room filled with MJ posters. But my generation carried him in our hearts as the King of POP.

The Guinness World Record for the "Most Successful Entertainer of All Time" proves what he was.

I believe, he was an entertainer and his personal life or his looks had nothing to do with what he did to entertain us. He lived his life the way he wanted it to be.

Many accredit his haywire living to the abuses he suffered as a child, no justifications, as controversies kept following him...or may be he was attracting them.

To me MJ is an icon...I loved his music...He entertained me...

Micheal, You were BAD, You were a thriller, and you healed the world.

We miss you...