Schindler's list found

According to this news, Schindler's List has been discovered in Australia.
In case you haven't seen the movie, you must.

Comment on Narendra Modi

Link courtesy Karthik Shekhar.
As John Maynard Keynes said, we’ll all be dead, but memory lives, and the future will ask questions which may not be popular today. Is Gujarat India’s China, seeking to substitute Chinese ruthlessness for Indian deliberative democracy? What of justice for marginals and minorities and for all the opposition that paid the price for dissent? Dissent is a precious way of life. If Gujarat were measured in terms of a dissenters’ index, it would rank abysmally low. If competence were evaluated in terms of diversity, well-being and value maintenance, we’ve already lost the battle.

Modi’s Gujarat is a future urban nightmare. On ecology, health and welfare, Modi shows little competence. Privatising health is no way to well-being. Creating education as a business is no guarantee of quality. As a master of methodology, Modi is all technique and speed, without vision.

Such is the power of words. Makes you contemplate and wonder.

Poetry extravaganza

I never thought of myself as the guy who would read and appreciate poetry one day. Well, what can I say. Things change. Below are some of the awesome poems that I have read in the past two weeks. All poems read at Poemhunter.

Love the realism of this one.Protocols by Vikram Seth

What can I say to you? How can I retract
All that that fool my voice has spoken -
Now that the facts are plain, the placid surface cracked,
The protocols of friendship broken?
I cannot walk by day as now I walk at dawn
Past the still house where you lie sleeping.
May the sun burn these footprints on the lawn
And hold you in its warmth and keeping.

Round and Round by Vikram Seth brings out a myriad of emotions from within you.

After a long and wretched flight
That stretched from daylight into night,
Where babies wept and tempers shattered
And the plane lurched and whiskey splattered
Over my plastic food, I came
To claim my bags from Baggage Claim

Around, the carousel went around
The anxious travelers sought and found
Their bags, intact or gently battered,
But to my foolish eyes what mattered
Was a brave suitcase, red and small,
That circled round, not mine at all.

I knew that bag. It must be hers.
We hadnt met in seven years!
And as the metal plates squealed and clattered
My happy memories chimed and chattered.
An old man pulled it of the Claim.
My bags appeared: I did the same.

About true love. Link courtesy Karthik Shekhar. Do check out his blog.
The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel

In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn't respond,
I know she's used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.