Convicted of Rape and Murder | Just three years | The Great Indian Judiciary

It took me quite some time to come up with a blog post on this one, because I believe my feelings are similar to millions of others and reiterating the same things which you would find in millions of articles since the judgement was something that didn't fancy me. However, I ended up ranting so much in Twitter that I decided I should spare the people who follow me and just pen down what's in my mind.

It is really a matter of shame. Let's first review some facts. You know for sure that this guy was involved in the rape and murder of a 23 year old last December. Hell, he has been 'convicted' of it (even after having the guts to plead not guilty and say he was elsewhere during the crime). Media reports suggest that he was the most brutal of the group, some even putting forward the idea that he ruptured her intestines with his bare hands. That much we know. However, his involvement has been proved in court beyond doubt although the details haven't been revealed.

What the Zuck, Wlinkster? | The Wlinkster.com Craze

Back when Facebook started the idea of subscribers two years ago, the one profile which quite a lot of people subscribed to was that of Mark Zuckerberg. And why not? He is the founder of Facebook, and posts less than once a week on an average. His public posts were never spam, and usually contained interesting information. However, one thing has changed in recent times.

Why anyone hardly talks about my favorite sitcom

Open Facebook and everyone seems to be talking about the red wedding in Game of Thrones. You might find a post buried somewhere about Friends. Another maybe reminding you about when Sherlock might premiere. One thing is sure- there is not even a single post on Arrested Development.

Et tu Brute?

Here is a modern take on the legacy of Julius Caesar, inspired by Shashi Tharoor's 'The Great Indian Novel".

Can a porn ban possibly stop rape?

Image Credits: Utterly Butterly Delicious- Amul

On December 16th, I was in Abu Dhabi. The incident that occurred in the capital of India was enough to cause ripples across the world to such an extent that Arabic news channels were mentioning it a bit too many times for comfort. Months later, the capital is in the news yet again for another high profile case. This time, however, the victim was an innocent little five year old. Apparently, the two men watched porn clips, before the alcohol fueled attack.

The Nobel Cognizance

As I have mentioned earlier in my blog- college fests do not excite me. I have such a don't-give-a-damn attitude that the whole Thomso (with a lot of hype surrounding it as it returned after a year of absence), I did not leave my room- even when the band Indian Ocean was performing in a ground just a few tens of meters from my room. As expected, I somehow got hold of a brochure for Cognizance just a day before it started.

The Field Observer: The Last Days

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This blog post is the blogger's imagination loosely inspired by some of his life events over the past two weeks. Any resemblance to any other real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental

Day 5:

“Saari Khidkiyon se ek hi dikhta hain”

We were on our way to the Naxal homelands as we stopped for some people troubled by nature’s call. Porny noticed that there was a crushed, mutilated, disfigured carcass of a dog a few metres from the bus, and people rushed to his window to see the same, one after another. He ended up saying, “Saari Khidkiyon se ek hi dikhta hain” (It looks the same from all the windows).

The Field Observer: The dusty mines

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Day 1:
To piss or not to piss:
I have had extended periods of controlling the urge to piss on long bus journeys. However, this was different. We were to arrive at 8.30 for the bus, but the bus was late, and so was Rowdy. The bus did finally arrive an hour later, and I was the first one to find its location. In the short time between my call to the GT boyz and the time they arrived, I decided whether to piss behind the bus. After a mental turmoil, I decided not to do it. Fortunately, it was a good decision as the driver arrived just seconds later, but unfortunately, I got a change to piss only after 8 excruciating hours.

The Field Observer: The Voyage Begins

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Day -1:
Considering our train was at 6.50 PM from Delhi, the starting time of 9 AM from Roorkee was a bit too early in my opinion. With great reluctance, I reached the bus parked right outside our hostel ten minutes before the scheduled departure. What I failed to realize is that we were summoned at 9 AM Roorkee Time and not IST!

The Field Trip v2.0

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This blog post is the blogger's imagination loosely inspired by some of his life events over the past two weeks. Any resemblance to any other real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental

So, it's time. Time for us to pack our bags and depart for the field- only this time, it is going to be in a land far, far away! Here are the things I expect from the trip.

• The ishtuds refuse to go to the field as the 125 bucks per day is not enough for food.
• Rowdy is kidnapped by the locals because of the suspicious pronunciation of Nagpur as Naegpore. They mistook him for a spy.

The Great Indian Law Enforcement- Why India needs a Superhero?

In the capital of this great country, a girl and a guy board a bus after watching a movie. Both of them are stripped, beaten up with iron rods by the some six people in the bus, the girl gang raped, and thrown out of the bus. It was a private, unlicensed bus, and perhaps, that was the only mistake on the part of the two- but was it really a mistake? If we consider a private bus with tinted windows to be unsafe, why would it be allowed to run on the streets on the first place? What happened to the police patrols in the area?

The Great Etisalat Customer Service

Dear Customer, You have currently 96.55 MB left in your  "1GB Mobile Broadband" package. Additional charges will apply on exceeding your data package limit. To subscribe to higher package please call 101.

Life was going on nicely in the UAE when I got this text. Naturally, I switch off images to save data, and open Facebook just once daily to minimize data usage. The additional charges are not like the ones in India which are perhaps ₹ 0.80 per MB (BSNL) - they are 1 AED per MB, which rounds off to around ₹ 15! After thinking for some time, the only feasible option for me- UPGRADE. These are my calls to 101(aka Customer Service).

On 21st December 2012- the World's End

Those who do follow by blog would know how I feel about the world ending on 21st December. For those who don't, feel free to visit this link.

The Great Indian Schools

This post is sort of a continuation of one of my previous posts.

With a country where about 35% of the people are under 20 (Source: Census of India), the educational institutions are of utmost importance. In such a situation, CBSE, the largest education board of the country, has failed to make sure that quality education is being provided to the children- the future workforce of this nation!

Sher Dil- The Courageous One

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The Great Indian Lie

You might have heard of a certain Derp doing a PhD in music in the USA; another working hard to be a professional footballer since his childhood in France; a Derpina somewhere trying to be a ballet dancer. Not in India. The general belief in India is that a child can be deemed successful in life only if he excels in academics! True, we have seen the likes to Dr A P J Abdul Kalam achieve such great recognition on the basis of sheer brilliance and hard work- but among half a billion young people in this country, only few get to such heights!

Facepalm: So much for clearing the JEE?

On clearing the JEE, there is feeling of awesomeness. You start to think you have conquered the greatest examination in the whole wide world. True, you must have been truly a complete package to crack the JEE, but what you fail to understand is that it is not equivalent to winning a Nobel! There is a time during the stay in college that this feeling turns into plain stupidity! Here are the examples.

'Oh My God'- The Best Satire!

It had been quite a long time since I had watched a Hindi movie, and that too in a cinema hall. After coming to Guwahati after exactly a year, I had movie tickets waiting for me- in the best seats in Cinemax- something which is a bit hard to turn down. Although I was skeptical about the movie, I decided to turn up anyways (considering each ticket cost three hundred bucks). Little did I know what I was about to witness!