Indian Nuclear Policy: An Amateur's view

Indian Union has come a long way in placing itself at par with other countries that are economically more powerful than us. The role of innovations in the filed of Nuclear research is one of the major stepping stones towards that journey. As a nation that is gripped by intense energy crisis, nuclear energy is certainly to be tapped. The integrity of our nation as a whole is at test in how we deal with this issue. At this juncture, we see how our legislature is struggling to strike a deal with the international community, especially the US government. To be someone of importance in this world of dominance means satisfying every muscle and bank. Since the US is the definition of both money and muscle in today's world, doing without them is not possible. Therefore, the SOVEREIGN REPUBLIC of India has to compromise the interests of its tax payers for the sake of a few money-sacks in the US. But the worry of commoners like me is that this compromise would soon become a sacrifice. I am afraid, in the context of the verdict on Bhopal gas tragedy. Justice delayed is Justice denied (as we see in Bhopal) - what is then blocking one's right to seek justice? The direction of todays developments in nuclear arena leads to a state where in case of an accident, we cant even claim a compensation.

Our newspapers and experts were constantly trying to tell us that all the three huge nuclear disasters were due to the negligence of the manufacturers of nuclear plant equipments. What the intervention of the US wants us to do is to insulate those suppliers/manufacturers from law suits and trouble in case of an accident. They say, its the government's duty to compensate the victims. But WHY? Why should we the tax payers be burdened with all this, just to protect someone who is not able/ready to take sufficient measures to manufacture safe nuclear plants/equipments? I PROTEST. And I request the Sovereign Republic of India to take into consideration the interest, lives and health of Indian tax payer over the monetary gains of Billionaires.

  

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Spare Me...

I still cant forget the day on which I missed a train... I reached the station panting and gasping for breath carrying all my luggage, only to see the red Cross on the rear end of the train's security wagon! If only I hadn't seen that, I would have been much less disappointed than otherwise, I thought. Opportunities slip our way, just like that train - by minutes, by seconds, by a breath, by a tear, by a sigh...

Opportunities are the easiest to find - only for those who look around! I used to think of me as an underprivileged being, with no 'good' opportunities turning my way. I used to wonder how could I become a writer, when The Hindu and Frontline had rejected my articles. Since they rejected me, I stopped writing.

What I failed to realize was that opportunities were inanimate. I always imagined them to be live, energetic and living beings which go in search of talented young blood. But they never came my way. I am sure that they never came your way too.

Then one day, accidentally, I tripped over something on my way to despair. Cursing, I got up from the dusty path and looked for the wretched obstacle that blocked my way and pulled me down. But, much to my surprise, I realized that the 'obstacle' that tripped me down was an opportunity! It was an opportunity to realize that my senses weren't dead, that my intellect wasn't frozen, and that I could still look back and abuse! Haha.. what a realization!

But that point of realization re-aligned my orientations, my interests, and my habits.

I learned that the rejection of my articles by The Hindu was an opportunity to write better and research more, which I didn't realize till then. I also learned that an opportunity lies around even in the most desperate paths, mostly in disguise- I only needed to dust it to find its worth! I began to find an opportunity every moment. My eyes bumped into an opportunity every time I looked out. Yes I learned a lesson.

Now you must be wondering, "but still you are the same! How did you make use of the opportunities you found? There is no change visible in you!"

Its a reasonable doubt. I tripped, fell and realized about the abundance of  opportunities. Why haven't I changed? Why am I still the same?

I have a reasonable answer. Here it is! "I fell just Yesterday!" Give me some time to make use of them...

Hope you got the point. If not, READ THE HEADING AGAIN!!!

Nirayunna nombaram

പുലര്‍ച്ചയ്ക്ക് ചൂടും സന്ധ്യയ്ക്ക് അന്ധതയും പരക്കുന്ന ഈ യുഗത്തില്‍ എനിക്ക് പറയാനും കരയാനും ഒന്നും ഇല്ല.
ദൂരെ കേള്‍ക്കുന്ന അവ്യക്ത ശബ്ദങ്ങള്‍ക്കും അപ്പുറത്തുനിന്നും കാറ്റ് കൊണ്ടുവരുന്ന മണങ്ങള്‍... അവ മാത്രമാണ് ഇന്ന് എന്‍റെ യഥാര്‍ത്ഥ കൂട്ടുകാര്‍.
എനിക്ക് വേദന ഉണ്ട്.
എന്‍റെ വേദന നൊമ്പരങ്ങള്‍ക്കും അപ്പുറത്താണ്.
എന്‍റെ വേദന കണ്ണുനീരിനും വിഷാദത്തിനും  അപ്പുറത്താണ്.
അകലങ്ങളിലേയ്ക്കു നോക്കി ഒന്നും കാണാതെ ഇരിക്കുമ്പോഴും, ലോകം ഒരു പൊട്ടു പോലെ അകന്നു പോകുമ്പോഴും എന്‍റെ വേദന ഒരു മഞ്ഞു പുതപ്പു പോലെ എന്നെ പൊതിയുന്നു...
അറിവുകള്‍ക്ക് അപ്പുറത്ത് ആണ് എന്‍റെ വേദന...
പകലുകളെ പ്രകാശം പൊതിയും പോലെ എന്‍റെ ദിനങ്ങളെ പൊതിയുന്നത് അതാണ്...
സ്വപ്‌നങ്ങള്‍ നിറയുന്നതും അത് തന്നെ...
ഇനി എങ്ങോട്ട് എന്ന് എന്നോട് തന്നെ ചോദിക്കുമ്പോള്‍ ഒരു കൊച്ചു കുഞ്ഞിന്റെ ഭാവത്തോടെ ഞാന്‍ തിരിഞ്ഞു നടക്കും... എങ്ങോട്ടെന്നു അറിയാതെ... എന്തിനെന്നു അറിയാതെ...
ഒരുപാട് negative ആയി ആല്ലേ...???
ക്ഷമിക്കണം അറിഞ്ഞു കൊണ്ടല്ല.. ആഗ്രഹിചിട്ടല്ല...
എഴുതാന്‍ ഇരുന്നപ്പോള്‍ ഇതാണ് കൈകള്‍ എഴുതിയത്...

ഇനി ഞാന്‍ മറക്കട്ടെ...
മറക്കാന്‍ ശ്രമിക്കട്ടെ...
മരിക്കാതിരിക്കാനും...


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Never let you go...

I was consoling a friend... 

It was about feeling lonely when friends leave...

My words flew like a river on the need to let friends go their way to find their fortunes. I felt convinced of the fact, that seeing them do what they want, is the joy of a friend. Friends need to go to find their life..

Then I suddenly felt a lump in my throat and moisture in my eyes... 

It was also about feeling lonely when friends leave... 

I started feeling what 'I' was feeling. It was the same as my friend.

My friends are leaving to find their fortunes, on their ways...

Slowly, when vision fades behind a pair of draining eyes, I stopped talking about the need of friends' leaving...

I just started feeling the need of my friends at my side... And the gravity of what I would be missing... The colourlessness of days... dry evenings... 

Closing my eyes, I prayed, "your will be done..."

But my heart still whispered, "I will never let you go!"

                    

End of an Era... Lost in memories...

Here comes a time, when space and dimensions would look different..
Leaves in blue and sky in green!
Leave some and comes others...

Footsteps are left around, to look and feel...
Aroma of Love noble lingers in air...
Gone is the real, come days of green and blue!

Time, whether bends or not is the same.
For those who love, life is a waiting.
And for the living, love is a lifetime...

It hurts, it heals. In the end, it laughs.
Its time- the mystic, who does the mistake.
Leave the world to itself, give us no more.

The sweet joy that swept the tongue today,
Would still linger in the mind, erasing the tongue.
Now, that's love, even when its gone!

End is a Nothing, in a world full of past.
Each moment comes with a promise of memory.
Waiting then is sweet, if not sweeter than love!