Soldiers fighting at our remote borders, sometimes drinking their own urine for survival at temperatures which if i say here won't make much impact on people reading this blog, get killed for a reason more honorable than many a death . They die nameless, speechless and violent death . I read in the paper the other day that there isn't a joint war memorial for the 1971 indo-pak war .
A stark contrast is our local movie hero . A thespian no doubt, but why worship him ? Has he saved anybody from the clutches of doom ? let alone be a part of saving a whole country . And our Government headed by the ever so wise Yedyuryappa (no apoligies if i got that wrong) has sanctioned a humungous sum of 10 crore rupees to building his memorial . The depth of education in very urban areas of Bangalore is exposed by the way the fans mourn . A coupla buses, a few windows, a lot of inconvience . They really hurt brand Bangalore .
what can i say ? don't hurt me or break the windows for writing this ! I hope my body would be wrapped in the Indian Tricolor when i die, i hope i don't have to entertain people to get there .
