Vacation Time!

Yes! Its vacation time! A full three weeks vacation for me!

Unashamed greed!

Yes, strong words, I know but this is what comes to me every time I read news items like this.
These Wall St bosses took home over $1 bn!
In the midst of a financial turmoil that has raised questions, among other things, about fat executive pay packets, a media report listed out 12 top Wall Street bankers who collectively took home over $1 billion (yes, $1 billion!) in the past five years.
The total take-home pay of the 12 bankers, current and former chiefs of some of the biggest names in the US financial space, stands at $1.053.15 billion during 2003-07, as per data compiled by The New York Times.
Text: PTI, Agencies
Well, let the common man end up in streets, let old people's lifetime saving get wiped out, let parents savings for their child's education reduce to pittance; THE executives who are responsible for the blood bath in financial sector, unashamedly rake in tons of money!
Kali kaal :) I guess!

How many women need to be raped

How many women need to be raped before the men relish their victory?
Everyday I see news of women being raped! A few days back it was a nun! Today I read a Hindu orphan girl mistook for a christian raped and murdered! Something in common I've seen is be it communal divide, geographical divide or any conflict; not just India but world over, be it east or west, men have to rape women to prove their victories!
Oh I cannot stop writing sentences with enough exclamations but its extremely sickening; I must say men should hang their head in shame. Its not their victory, actually its their failure. This is the Ravana in them and not Rama.
We sure need a Maha Kali to avenge this dishonor on womankind.

The Solitary Reaper

Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass !
Reaping and singing by herself ;
Stop here, or gently pass !
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain ;
O listen ! for the vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.

No nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands :
A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard
In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings ? –
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago :
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day ?
Some natural sorry, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again ?

Whate’er the theme, the maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending ;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o’er the sickle bending ; –
I listened, motionless and still ;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.

- William Wordsworth