29 Jan '10,
I have been constantly expressing dissent over the meaningless security provided to VIPs, that is nothing but charade, a false assurance of their safety. In reality, the security that a 'common VIP' is provided with can do no better than save them from primordial weapons like spears and daggers. The security is alarmingly vulnerable to snipers and assaulters, or even a handgun for that matter. This is not at all hiddden from the authorities, then how do they justify choking of traffic on the name of security. In plain English, I ,as a common man, if willing to assassinate a VIP, can easily be stopped with much lesser security arrangements. While If I am a contract killer or an assassination expert, then these security arrangents will hardly fetter me.
Today I chanced to come across the caravan of an excruciatingly diminutive VIP. I inferred this from the fact that the traffic wasn't held for him. Unknown of this fact,I drove past the trailing vehicle of the caravan. After a while I realised that someone was shouting at me, however politely(I call it so, on grounds that no abuses were included). I looked to my side and found out that a mahindra, stuffed with cops was loosing temper since I was overtaking them. I paid no heed to them and kept diving at usual speed. After a while they drove ahead of me. I chose not to overtake them anymore to avoid getting into trouble, but what amuses me is that the VIP, whosoever, was actually feeling safe. And perhaps they are supposed to. Since it's only a common man who holds grudge against them.

Happy times are evanescent.. But they etch deep within

Seems like my frontal lobe has suffered extreme exhaustion and now needs rest. I am not expressing discomfort if that's what you are interpreting. I just came from Shilpi di's marriage and 3 days of ephemeral frolic has ended. And it kept my frontal lobe busy like never before. Frontal lobe is associated with emotions and humour, and these 3 days seemed like nozzles of my emotions. I didn't refrain any emotion from expressing itself, they were free to do whatever they wanted. Thankfully they were obedient enough to not manifest themselves at the wrong time.
Perhaps this is the first marriage ceremony where I wasn't acting like a hammer-headed introvert, pretending as if I have issues with everyone. I was impressively gregarious. ( I mean I impressed myself by acting like this)If time hadn't been an issue then I could have taught the entire MACT lexicon to Ritesh and Anunay who were extremely amused after learning the word 'Pelam'. I also came to know during these 3 days that only a handful of people in Bhopal are experts of HTC mobiles . So think thrice before buying one. I wish I could freeze the time to live the moment, but it swayed away. Life is back to being what it was, and I just recalled that I haven't finished the book that I am supposed to return tomorrow. And yes!! Happy Republic Day....!!!!