How does a sheep roll his eyes?

Dear Dow Chemicals, You have yet to compensate the victims of the Bhopal Gas Tragedy. You have a moral and financial obligation towards the victims and their descendants. How the hell are you are sponsoring the London Olympics? And just because the original plant was bought over by another entity does not entitle the new entity to go scot free. Dear Indian Government, Why is that you are ready to take steps against a person/ entity/ group only when the whole world creates a hue and cry? Lakhs of Indians are still physically and mentally affected by the exposure to the gas leak on that fateful night of December 1984. Your own citizens. Today is the 26th of January, our Republic Day. But I feel no pride. The real pride lies when the Government and its people work towards the safety and welfare of its citizens. Dear Anderson, Still alive and kicking, really?

Waiting for things is a very frustrating experience. I have been extremelly bored and been cleaning the house for lack of things to do. Something to keep me occupied. You know it used to take a lot to get me to tidy up the house. My sister, in fact, used to call me a 'Tidda'. For the benefit of those who dont know the story of the 'Tidda', it goes like this- Once there was a Tidda [grasshopper] who was very very lazy. During summer when other insects stored food for the approaching winter, the Tidda whiled away his time playing andd hopping around. Finally when winter came, the Tidda had nothing to eat and almost starved to death. Later his friends helped him with their own stored food. And the Tidda learnt his lesson. Anyway this name stuck on to me for a long time. If I think about it, I was indeed a Tidda back then. But now I think I have changed quite a bit. In fact sometimes I border on the lines of being a 'Monica'. Necessity is definitely the mother of al...

Nobody tells us that we shall live forever. But why do we always end up thinking so. We say death is cruel, causes unimaginable distress and makes our remaining lives miserable. Why is that? A very dear man passed away recently. When I first heard the news I was so mad. Mad that he did not fight death. After sometime, I cried that I would never see him again. It was only later did I think of how much he would have suffered on his death bed. Sure, it was one of my worst nightmares coming true, but at some corner of my mind I knew that someday he would leave us. Why did that not make things easier? The cycle is clear for all of us to see. I guess we are plain greedy.