getting lost!

Stepped into a danger zone I did. This afternoon, while roaming around anywhere my feet took me. I must thank my feet. They carry me everywhere I please to go physically. Yet, very rarely, if ever, they complain. Must write about them sometime.

Today too, they took me. The eyes had seen the place before, like many before this and as usual drawn to it, every time, as I walked past. Today was to be different. Before it was realised, I had stepped in. one must go, at least once in a life time…if not every possible time. But, it if time is not on your side… nothing much can be done to help.

There were lots to see. Most interesting specimens. They were of similar shape with varying dimensions. This place while being the most beautiful and tranquil could engulf you within seconds. You become disoriented, kind of; since you don’t know where to turn or where to begin. You are overwhelmed. It’s like the dark. But, once you have gotten used to the darkness, the shapes become familiar. Then you feel at home. At ease. Forgetting time, space, obligations... even yourself. Power such as this, is to be found only in similar place. Another realm much like this in arrangement, in its own laws and physics.

Time wasn’t on my side today. I didn’t have enough of it and it ran out too quickly. Much too quickly, as it usually does in this particular place, as if it gets a dose of adrenalin. (What exactly is time, and why does it have to hurry?). I had to be content with the peek I was able to take, and a precious drop I picked up.

How can a drop be picked up you ask? Well, it can be. as it ought to be..from the danger zone called the bookshop.

HELP sign the petition!

A petition has been put online, addressed to the UN High Commissioner of Human Rights, to help bring to the attention of the world, all the human rights violations (such as the massacres in Allaipiddy and Vankalai - my prev. post) taking place in Sri Lanka.

Please help bring awareness to the crimes being committed. Please sign the petition. Also, assist in distributing this link to as many people you can.

if clicking the link (the first paragraph) doesn't work, here's it is: http://www.petitiononline.com/UN061506/petition.html

thankyou

their deaths and my helplessness

I did not want to write about this. but I now have to, because if I don't share my frustration, anger and helplessness, I will definitly go mad. even as I type this, I am unable to contain my feelings. I shake in anger, I am most disgusted. and ashamed that there is nothing more I can do.

Warning! images in below links are very graphic and distressing.

• Allaipiddy

• Vankalai

what did those children do? to be murdered, slaughtered like animals so cruelly, mercilessly? what would a girl of 10 know of rape and torture? a baby of only few months - how could he, when he cannot even sit by himself, be a threat? first incident is because the family refused to give up their family home to the army/navy to be used as a camp. the whole family tortured and killed because they stood their ground. @#^!&$* Hooray for human rights.

I am unaware of the reasons behind the second incident. to rape a wife in front of her husband, to rape a daughter, a loving sister before the very eyes of the family, to literally spill the guts of a son who would have made the family smile. WHY?? how are these troops so sick that they don't for a moment stop to think? for them any Tamil is a "terrorist". do they not have mothers, sisters and daughters? would they dare imagine of something like this happening to their loved ones? aren't the Tamil people just as human? just as loved by their own?

where is the media report or the interest of the international human rights organisations? not one bloody news agency, apart from the BBC which stated very briefly that there were people killed, uttered a word. are they all so wrapped up in believing the false propoganda of the government? where are the peace keepers now? do they think their job is to speak up only when something happens in the South or to the non-Tamils? why are these killing being hidden from the world? are they hoping that if they ignore it, it will go away? NEWSFLASH!!! it won't! ask them to come out of their hiding holes. these are not isolated incidents. everyday someone is being tortured and killed slaughtered. where is the justice?

even unheard, the curses will be uttered. may the bloodhounds perish!

Rain ```

It's been raining. Raining in many different sizes of drops. And varying in the speed they drop from the clouds.

I don't think I have quite enjoyed watching closely anything as interesting as rain. It comes from far above, starting to fall where the eye cannot see. Suddenly a silver droplet appears out of nowhere. Then plimp! or a plink! or even plonk! with whatever accompanying sound it likes to make, or maybe with silent symphony, lands on wherever it falls! Leaves and animals may quiver; trees and grass may get wet, buildings sprayed and the scurrying two legged humans hide away under the cover of a brollie. What a lot they lack... where is the sense of thrill gone? Or at least the absolute pleasure in feeling those drops meet you? All that happiness is diminished by parents calling in kids, threatening them with tired old phrases, forcing upon them the utter loss of wonder.

Silver threads, silver drops, a misty spray or a dull grey curtain, makes my day.

Have you ever seen it run down corrugated roof?

Or how it dances upon a glass roof?
The way it runs sideways snaking its way along the windows when the wind blows?
The lovely drops that can bee seen on the windshield?
Threads with no beginnings and no ends continually appear in the light given by the street light?
How it makes tiny pockmarks, splashes and ripples in bodies of water?
How it clings on to your hair, body, clothes...asking to be taken along?

I must go now. Rain’s knocking on my window.