Ole Ole Ole Ole!!

The world cup excitement is getting to me lately.. It sucks that most Americans are not into football aka ‘soccer’, the only game which excites the people world over. I just wish I was in Germany right now.. supporting ENGLAND.

Land of the free?

NSA now wants to eavesdrop on social networking sites like myspace, friendster and the WEB in general, this includes your emails. What it means is, NSA will have a whole of information about a lot of people who are posting their information online. Is there no privacy left in this country? First the Patriot Act, then NSA spying on the phone calls of people and now the web. Some people will argue that I should not worry since I dont have anything to hide. But what they dont realise is, all this data is shared by all the other agencies. So tomorrow if you and your girlfriend breakup, the NSA will probably have a record of that until the next 20 years if not more. And if something happens to your girlfriend or if you said something in rage which you didn’t mean to, then good luck getting yourself out of the legal mess. This is just one example. There could be so many things which I would not want the government to know or rather the government does not need to know. What happens in my house is my business and not the government’s. The funny and the sad part is people will not even protest as their fundamental right of free living is being slowly taken away from them; all in the name of national security. I guess this country is no longer the land of the free. You are only free as much as the government allows you to be.

Really good and somewhat true

I was watching Good Will Hunting and heard this interesting monologue, which I find to be somewhat true.

“Why shouldn’t I work for the N.S.A.? That’s a tough one, but I’ll give it a shot. Say I’m working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I’m real happy with myself, ’cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin’, “Send in the marines to secure the area” ’cause they don’t give a shit. It won’t be their kid over there, gettin’ shot. Just like it wasn’t them when their number was called, ’cause they were pullin’ a tour in the National Guard. It’ll be some guy from Southie takin’ shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, ’cause he’ll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain’t helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And naturally they’re takin’ their sweet time bringin’ the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain’t too long ’til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So my buddy’s out of work and he can’t afford to drive, so he’s got to walk to the job interviews, which sucks ’cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin’ him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he’s starvin’ ’cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they’re servin’ is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what do I think? I’m holdin’ out for somethin’ better. Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.”

Blood Brothers — Karmacy

This is an amazing Gujju + English rap song. This story of two brothers, one who emigrates to America and the other who prefers to remain in his native land, is presented as a dialogue that spans both time and place. This heated discussion strives to capture the essence of the immigrant experience: the reconciliation of old and new within a constant struggle to regain balance.

The video has english subtitles for those who do not understand Gujju.