It strains credulity that private citizens carrying automatic weapons and RDX can stroll over one of the most tense international borders without their government being party to the enterprise. Whether the ISI or certain rogue elements within it are fully accountable to the army chief and whether he in turn submits to his Prime Minister's constitutional authority are not issues for India to interpret. Pakistan's actions do not inspire any confidence in its words or assurances. Instead of switching the dialogue on and off spasmodically, it is better for it to proceed in a completely impersonal, professional manner, without personal capital being invested in it. One positive outcome of NSA to NSA talks on terror should be for the other side to be sensitized to the scale and intensity of reciprocal actions that will be taken after each outrage. The presence of so many innocent civilians on each side should be cause for introspection and restraint.
I'M NOT GREED
"every morning I rise with the sun carrying the fire within, every evening i set with it only to rise up again. the core of my being is my soul returns,Dancing the very air that it breathes the fire within me will never die
Why I was alone!
All of this time I have waited
All of my life I have looked for you
I have been so devasted
By what I had to endure to prepare for you
Nothing has brought me such joy
As being able to see that you are real
I wished for you like a young boy
My emptiness you did fill
Many have come and left
Many have broken my heart
Some may have ended their quest
For me it was just a start.
Past is teacher of things
The weight of the things gone wrong
Even the caged bird sings
I have found myself a new song
I don't regret the others
The ones that did me wrong
The mistakes I made that smothered
The shames of moving along
I realized the blessing
The one that lead me to you
The past heartaches manifesting
Preparing me for you
Now I know how to love
Pain taught me how to
All of my life I've been waiting
I was being groomed for you.
All of my life I have looked for you
I have been so devasted
By what I had to endure to prepare for you
Nothing has brought me such joy
As being able to see that you are real
I wished for you like a young boy
My emptiness you did fill
Many have come and left
Many have broken my heart
Some may have ended their quest
For me it was just a start.
Past is teacher of things
The weight of the things gone wrong
Even the caged bird sings
I have found myself a new song
I don't regret the others
The ones that did me wrong
The mistakes I made that smothered
The shames of moving along
I realized the blessing
The one that lead me to you
The past heartaches manifesting
Preparing me for you
Now I know how to love
Pain taught me how to
All of my life I've been waiting
I was being groomed for you.
A gift for Knowing You!
There are gifts of many treasures
For both the young and old,
From the tiniest little trinkets
To great boxes filled with gold.
But, put them all together
And they could not stand in queue,
Of the greatest gift of all
The gift of knowing you.
When your times are filled with troubles
Sadness, grief, or even doubt,
When all those things you planned on
Just aren't turning out.
Just turn and look behind you
From the place at which you stand,
And look for me through the shadows
And reach out for my hand.
I will lift from you your burden
And cry for you your tears,
Bear the pain of all your sorrows
Though it may be for a thousand years.
For in the end I would be happy
To have helped you start a new,
It's a small price to pay
For the gift of knowing you.
The Boy in the Mirror
I look in the mirror and see a boy,
Who is staring back at me.
I don't know who he is,
Because he's not the boy I wanna be.
he puts a smile on,
While inside he is falling apart.
he says, "I'm okay",
As pain fills his heart.
he pretends not to care,
As everyone slowly walks away.
he hides behind his mask,
And pretends to be okay.
he is scared to open up,
And call someone his best friend.
They all turn out the same,
And never really care in the end.
he is scared to let people close,
It always ends up as heartache.
he decides to trust someone,
But it always ends up as a big mistake.
he feels like a stranger in his own home,
Like he doesn't even belong.
he tries the best he can,
But it always seems to be wrong.
he freezes up at the word "love",
People throw it around too much.
His muscles constrict,
As he is afraid to be touched.
he has ideas for the future,
Hopes and dreams of his own.
But he doesn't hold his breath,
Because disappointment is all he has ever known.
he asks, "Why am I never good enough",
"Why am I always second choice"?
People tell him he's got to stand up for what he wants,
he's got to find his own voice.
I know who I wanna be,
It's all so much clearer.
But the fact of life is,
I'm only the boy in the mirror.
We are Boys ,Americans are men!!!
The fact is Osama bin laden is killed and not state managed by US. There is a crystal clear of his body which has been shown by all major channels and the US is going to show to all the media. With regard to the other issue of India doing or asking the similar thing about the other India centric terrorists is nothing but a pipe dream. First we are not US, second, the world gives respects only to those who are not only brave, but act like a brave. We, the Indians, especially this UPA has lacks it completely. One Won't be surprised that people like, Digvijaya Singh and more specifically, the nonsense called, "Mani Shankar Iyer" will give their expert opinion, how it will demoralize the Muslims!.. The plain truth is we could not decide the fate of the person who has been given death sentence by the supreme court for parliament attack, fearing, backlash from, "Kashmir Muslims".. when this is the state of affairs in this banana republic, it is too much to ask any meaningful act from this inept government. We have to salute the Americans, they have difference of opinion among themselves, especially that of Republicans and Democrats, but when it comes to their Country, they will do, like what Bush said, when the twin tower collapsed, " Mark our words, we will smoke them out".. This is what a country is expected to behave..and should be. Not like Chidambaram and the other candle light Wallas, plea to hand over the mastermind of mumbai terror.. We are boys..Americans are MEN. That is the difference
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