Blood & Ink

"It appears to be that a rod was inserted into her and it was pulled out with so much force that the act brought out her intestines along. That is probably the only thing that explains such severe damage to her intestines," he said. I was doing my studies when I read this. I had to rush to the bathroom to cry as reading it left me out of my breath and I felt as if I had no bones left that could hold me up. Through various points in the day, this detail got imprinted in my mind & I shall never be able to erase it from my memory hierarchy, Or un-imagine it. For some context, seven days ago, a 23-year-old para-medical student was gang-raped in New Delhi, India’s capital. She'd gone with her boyfriend out for a   movie on a leisurely Sunday evening in South Delhi (arguably, one of the most “posh” areas of New Delhi, and therefore the safest). A private bus with tinted windows stopped by.And, the unsuspecting duo boarded the bus. Over the next several hours, t...

“The fundamental argument for flexible exchange rates is that they allow countries autonomy with respect to their use of monetary, fiscal and other policy instruments, by automatically ensuring the prevention of external equilibrium.” This was something that they expected me to study for a long forgotten exam that came back to kick me in the shins. It was scheduled for Saturday morning. It left me wondering though, why did we stop loving simple sentences? What happened to small words strung together to convey just enough? Makes me conscious of what I’m typing out just now. It shouldn’t. This should come naturally. I miss when times were simpler. I act as if they’ll never come back. They can. Will they? *Aww, look at you trying to be all deep and shit*

So here I am, sitting at my PC thinking that since it's my first post here on this site, I'd pen down some old special moments and in retrospect . I'd make an attempt of writing about something I know the most about – Myself. Not the most interesting topic, I know. :P But then lately something happened, that challenged my ignore-and-laugh-it-away policy and got me all worked up. ............ Hey You ! Yes, You, I am talking to you perpetrator. Just to express a difference in opinion, if you are resorting to personal attacks while sitting at a safe distance infront of a computer screen, then that, is not in my opinion, profane. Suddenly you get tempted to stalk people's random activities, trail down your damn cursor through their display pics, and randomly fling an insulting comment or a full-fledged hate-speech their way. Hold on, I see yet another hate-post from your end as your god-damn status update. Argh ! Sick. .............. In the days of yore, when w...