FUCK MAN!

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Bangalore. Ahmedabad. when will they stop?

By 'they' I don't mean the terrorists, 'cos we know that they would never stop!

By 'they', I mean the intelligence agencies, the police... the security...the SYSTEM.

In USA, there was 9/11 and nothing after that. I london, there were the tube blasts and nothing after that. But India has been happy showing its map to the world with points (cities) being injured every three months.

Why are the intelligence agencies going careless. And if the common man thinks of asking the government about this, he is reminded of the shameful clips of the 'trust vote' scene in the parliament.
The so-called leaders, leading the world's largest democracy with bundles of notes in their hands.

And what about the common man?

FUCK 'man'...

Comments

Lucid Dreams said…
Nice. I think you should continue with this post and probably write a li'l bit more...

I hope to read more f it...

CHEERS!
July 30, 2008 at 10:36 PM
Unknown said…
I agree, that our current Security System Sucks..
THese blasts act as an alarm bell for the security agencies, & only then do they get their a**** moving...


Harish ... u provoke ppl(atleast me) to think & write...
So continue writing!!!
July 30, 2008 at 11:51 PM
Unknown said…
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July 30, 2008 at 11:54 PM
K Harish Singh said…
thanks roma...

N sonal, thanks for reading... ya sure, i'll continue to write

Cheers
July 31, 2008 at 7:15 PM
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