Thursday, October 2, 2014

Elusive Success

People say change is the only constant, well looking back and analysing  it seems nothing has changed.

Sky is blue as ever, birds are flying as ever, same mad morning rush on roads as ever, same crazy daily routine as ever. Has anything changed??

No not really except that I got a taste of failure. But then these very people who say change is the only constant also say that failure is the stepping stone to success. Don't know whether it's a stepping stone or a deep ditch.

Anyway it is sinking now and yes it hurts but may be the hurt has got something to do with that elusive success, may be things will change for real and not just in adages, may be sun will shine brighter tomorrow and sky more blue, may be that elusive success will not be that elusive tomorrow.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

24th August 2014

24th August,2014 approx 9:00 pm , I was crestfallen , dejected and what not , I was trying hard since last 2 years for civil services exam and discovered that I am scoring around border line of cut off marks predicted by some (bogus) pundits.

My teacher and parents had high hopes from me, some very serious decisions of my life were dependent on this result,was quite confident that I would easily crack prelim ,Cried a lot on 24th night and thought that if even after this much of dedication I could not get through prelims then there must be some fault in me and I should not waste more time and try to find a job , updated my resume next day on various websites ,asked my friends and seniors to forward it, and even started studying technical stuffs required for job interviews but by the end of the day I felt something missing , I missed my daily dose of Hindu, missed those critical discussions of the editorial with my father,missed telling my mother some interesting facts or two, missed telling my “London going” friend economic and IR issues and then I realized that it has become a part of my system and just a single day without these things made me miss them so much.

It is like I can’t imagine myself without daily critical analysis of economy,polity ,diplomacy ,I realized that these things are now embedded in my genes not by some genetic transmutation but by natural selection, I realized that my mind which needed daily dose of intellectual fodder was feeling starved and pleading me to pick up that Hindu which was lying isolated at dining table, my RBCs asked me to give them a daily dose of extra oxygen in form of chapters from that sacred book “Plassey to Partition”, it seemed as if my leukocytes will deny giving me protection from pathogens if I don’t feed them with some mountains and valley stuff,my kidney ,my lungs all my organs(yes all of them  ) seem crying for enlightenment which they were receiving incessantly, and then the lightning struck that how foolish it was on my part to even think of quitting this field, I asked myself… was I doing all this just to clear an exam (well actually I started it for the same reason) did not I learn academic as well as some very important lessons of life in last two years ,isn’t knowledge a thing which nobody can take back from you and certainly not a stupid (well not so stupid though) exam.

I realized knowledge is an ocean and it is also an addiction you cant run away from it once you are into it “truly,madly and deeply”.

And then my father said to me “beta antim saans tak insaan ko ladte rehna hai, ye to bas ek exam hai life me isse bhi bade issues aayenge ,you should never give up”, my mum used to pray hard for me she use to spend some more than an hour from 5 in the morning praying for my success, when I told her that it would be hard to make it she said “koi baat nai beta main to aise hi prarthna karti rahungi tum himmat mat haaro”.

Guys first of all its not just an exam it's a process which makes you hard, which expand your knowledge and make you a better citizen. Just don’t loose hope if you have not scored well enough “rise,shine and glorify” (and may be those stupid cut off predictions go all wrong and you even qualify this time around) , I am not saying that don’t plan for alternatives because as Mrunal says don’t put all your eggs in one basket but don’t fret away from this process of gaining knowledge .

Best of luck to every one I hope everyone will be back on track at least from tomorrow, after all you all are “Serious players” and your vital organs are pleading you

Monday, September 9, 2013

Two Contemporaries

25th June 1983 was a watershed date for Indian cricket ,it was the day when we were transitioned from underdogs to world champions and marked the birth of a new religion ,Cricket.It was the day when the hurricane from Haryana lifted  the coveted Presidential World cup.

By chance or by some divine intervention Cricket in India goes along the political and economical conditions of the nation.On that glorious June day when we became the world champions we had already tested our first nuclear weapon and the world had started seeing us as a formidable force just as the cricketing world changed it's view of our once minnow national team.

Rise of the legendary Sachin Tendulkar goes parallel with the economic reforms of 1990's.We slogged all through the 90's and first decade of new century to finally emerge as no 1 ranked team in test matches and again win the world cup ,this time not the Presidential one but a Reliance one.Similarly our GDP (in ppp terms) became the third largest in the world in the same time span.

Today we are witnessing gloomy economical and political scenes all over ,our nation is hit by all kind of scams ranging from commonwealth games to coal gate ,our economic condition is not as sound as it used to be,our GDP is declining every quarter ,we have a huge unsustainable Current Account Deficit and to add on the rupee has taken a free fall against dollar.Moreover we have witnessed some of the most heinous crimes in recent past (Delhi and Mumbai gang rape). Among all this gloom at political, economical and even social level,the divine is again intervening in aligning situations in cricket with those at politics and economics and the time was apposite for the relatively new kind of scam ,a scam of cricketing world,spot fixing which has shamed the nation similarly or may be more than the spectrum or commonwealth has done.

There are lots of questions to be asked , is everything all gloomy as it seems?,have we entered into an endless dark cave?is their no way possible to see the light of pride and happiness? but the bigger question is why at first place we have entered into this mess,who are responsible for all this? well for me the basic cause of things like this are lack of moral values ,satisfaction and endless desire.This is the high time to overhaul the whole education system so that we can inculcate values,morals,respect for opposite sex right from the childhood ,not in a vague manner as we are doing currently but by taking concrete steps ,just as economic reforms are necessary to avert economic crises likewise educational reforms are necessary to avert social crisis(scams being the one).Well this is just one solution to a myriad issue and there can be many others too,this is the high time we start evaluating our options and start working on reforming the society because all those corrupt politicians ,cricketers and rape culprits originate from the society ,from among people like us.

Today as an ardent cricket fan  I hope Indian cricket will again produce a rising star as Sachin who will slog on his own to make us reach the pinnacle minus all the negatives of sport and as a self proclaimed responsible citizen of the nation I hope that the land of Buddha,Mahavira and Gandhi will again embrace the teachings of these greats and come out of the vicious circle of immorality and dissolute.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

TCS

11th  July 2011 ,a day etched in the diary of my life ,the day when I shed that student tag and entered the corporate world for the first time ,I started my  first job on this day  which was completely different from what I expected ,wasn't getting the feel of being part of nation's largest organization ,it was just like another day of college with familiar faces  chattering just like the way we used to do in our classrooms , speakers on the podium of that auditorium were just like any other professors or lecturers of college.

Though that first day at TCS was very much exciting but the build up to that day was more thrilling I guess , getting done with all the documents was an uphill task ,than that train journey from Lucknow-Delhi-Hyderabad with Rohit (from delhi) and Kapoor (from Mathura ) via Nagpur (where I saw Archit for the first time) was a memorable one , excitement of visiting Hyderabad was an another factor , staying at Hemant Bhaiya's place was such a nice expperience interacting so much with bhabhi for the first time and how to forget Harsh , the cute lil bhatija of mine.

I could still feel that nervousness and anxiety which I felt when we left for Manjeera  next day , traveling in MMTS was an experience as well......well and what to say about Manjeera , no matter how much people hate that place but that was one place I would have loved to stay forever , far from the hue and cry of bustling city , spacious and luxurious as well .

Q-City , my first real introduction to the corporate environment ,it felt great attending those biz skill sessions , getting guidance from Lalitha and Ramya , interacting with all GITAM and SMIT guys , acting my heart out in skits , coding madly , that team lead experience , getting star of the learners group award , watching movies in Talkie town , that Bodyguard song , waking up early every morning ,  working on Saturdays... those are the memories I am not gonna forget in  my entire life...Thank you TCS for making my first job so special and memorable.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

26 PAST 11

The digital watch on the dashboard of Keya's car was showing 11:25 pm ,unaware of the time keya was thinking about those inexplicable things which were going on since the evening .Why her boss surprisingly gave her some not so urgent looking work after the office hours ? , why Nitin called her to Gurgaon on that chilly December night when even the nocturnal too do not dare to step out of their homes ? why the hell Nitin wanted her to take that hilly route to Gurgaon via Faridabad when she could have reached there from her office situated in Okhla via Dhaula Kuan ? and the most inexplicable of them was why she letting herself carried away by his despotism and doing exactly what he wanted her to do ? May be because just after a couple of months they were gonna tie the knot and she did not want to disappoint him in any way , but this was one of the most awkward way of pleasing her fiancee when she knew that either his demands were coming from an insane mind or may be he was fed up of her and wanted to get rid of her , well that was one of the most weirdest idea but if it was the case then no prize for guessing that she was trapped , trapped in an unusual way , it was like that someone else had dominion over her mind , someone else was making her do what he wanted her to do...was like ... she was possessed...

The 30 km stretch which leads to Gurgaon via Faridabad is a fantabulous boulevard but that same awsome looking road turns out to be a petrified and deserted place as the clock's hours' hand passes the figure of 10 and the chill in the weather adds to the scariness ,the car's speedometer was showing a speed of around 80 kmph and gurgaon was still 20 km far. She wanted to reach her destination as soon as possible , the speedometer was gradually climbing up and up , the digital watch read 11:26 when a screeching sound came as Keya applied the brakes or rather stood on the brakes to stop the machine with minimum displacement. The impact of the retardation was so extreme that the car turned almost 90 degrees and had it not been the seat belt which she was wearing she would not have been witnessing the forbidding site which she was witnessing right now.

A skinny structure with an icy white face was standing in front of her and gazing towards her with an unaccountable mirth , his pale yellow eyes though blooming out and giving a sharp contrast to the complexion of his face were daunting as hell but yet somewhere they displayed a deep amount of care and love. Keya's heart skipped a couple of beats as he took long strides towards her , she was astonishingly not scared of that scene instead a drop or two came rolling down from her eyes on her pink cheeks and shone like little diamonds as she recognized the care and love in those morbid eyes.


FIVE YEARS BACK

Keya and Amit worked together in a multinational firm .Everyone was in awe of the bond they shared with each other ,the apparent bond of love , they were childhood sweethearts and destiny had brought them together after a separation of four long years. Keya was the subject of the reverie of all the male colleagues while Amit was the desire of every female counterpart infact they complimented each other with their ravishing physical features.

Keya was tall (5 feet 8 inches) , fair , had long hair and her utterly demure attire gave her an unimaginable comely appearance. On the other hand Amit had a taller and leaner built not skinny though , wheatish complexion and his most striking feature were those pair of brown eyes. He could make any girl drool over him just by a mere glance. They were really like those bookish made in heaven couples , they always promised each other to grow old together no matter what the circumstances be , no matter how strong the tide is they will go against it if they have to. Being  neighbors they both grew up together , once a toddler Amit hated the way she dressed , she talked , she walked in fact every girlish thing of her seems to regress him from her and same feelings were emanated from Keya's side but as the time took the toll on their respective minds and bodies they started to appreciate the nature's creation , started to appreciate each other's innate beauty and the more they conversed out of the sheer physical attraction the more they started knowing each other and the more they came close to each other.

The love, the care grew with every tick of second and the boundaries of their love propagated to eon as they crossed the barriers made by the society though they were neighbors there was just formal interaction between their families but the families never interfered the budding relationship .Things were going perfectly fine until Amit told Keya that his father has been transferred to Kerala and they will have to shift in a week . All hell broke loose, she knew how difficult it is to be in a long distance relationship, longing for a mere sight of your beloved, she knew the hardships one has to suffer in those dreaded long distant relationships and with no surprise her nightmares started becoming a reality .They started drifting apart but their faith in each other kept them together though the intensity was fading but it didn't vanish, it just needed a kick and fate gave that , they both were placed in the same firm after their engg degree , they were ecstatic ,their joy knew no bound , they were elated with the idea of being together again in each others' arms....the euphoria bubbled inside them as they realized that they can hold each others' hands again, can hug each other , can kiss each other.


They again were one of the happiest couple on the planet and time started to flow like the water of the river Ganges. It was a December afternoon when Amit told Keya that he would have to go Mumbai for a couple of days to attend a cousin's ring ceremony. Keya for some strange reasons looked apprehensive may be because she doesn't wanted the distance to come between them once again however Amit managed to convince her that it was just a matter of couple of days , she was convinced , though not whole heartedly  but she was , she bade farewell to Amit at airport with wet eyes seeing which Amit told her that he is going for something very auspicious and these tears will act as bad omen , this made her smile though that was a fake one.

As before her psychic powers proved to be true .She heard the news of crash of a Mumbai bound aircraft when she tuned in to a news channel , the aircraft in which Amit was travelling. The news further confirmed of no survival .....no survival .....which meant the end of her mirth....the end of Amit.

The death of Amit made Keya go insane her world was lost and it seem to her that her life was purposeless. She was broken and was all prepared to end her existence but somehow her mother managed to bring her out of that trauma being aware of her daughter's relationship with Amit she understood the anguish of Keya , she tried hard to make her realize that it was not the end of the world for her infact a new world awaits her and as they say time is a big healer it healed the wounds of Keya gradually and slowly she began adapting to this new world..a world without Amit.

Keya started working again her life started coming back on track and thats when she met Nitin at a work seminar. Nitin was the vice president of an another firm , an average looking guy with a ting of shrewdness in his eyes had great managerial skills and was able to manipulate things according to his desires though all the shrewdness and manipulative nature  he was an admirable human being always ready to help with an alluring smile on his face and may be it was this benevolent nature of his which attracted Keya  and needless to say Nitin was mesmerized by Keya's beauty. The relationship grew stronger with time from mere acquaintance to friendship , from friendship to a stronger friendship and so on but never this friendship got converted into love because for Keya love meant Amit .

Like any other parents Keya's parents wanted her to get married  and she too was feeling a void in her life which she thought can be filled by a family. The search of groom began and ended on Nitin. She was engaged to Nitin and everything was falling in place .The pensiveness about Amit was slowly and steadily vanishing , the euphoria was coming back. Keya never felt like this since last five years....since Amit.


The melancholic figure was approaching nearer and nearer and the tears from Keya's eyes were growing in number as the perplexity from her mind was departing. How can it be true ? was it an apparition , or was it real .She opened the door of her car and looked into the eyes of that ghastly figure .Nowhere were the remains of that wheatishness , it was all pale , the charm was oppressed by the morbidity , she said "Amit ..is it you?", the figure replied  ... "having a difficult time recognizing me Keya?" , tears burst out of Keya's eyes , she leaned forward to hug him but the figure moved backwards and said "this is not the real me Keya , it's the afflicted soul of mine" Keya was bewildered and as she tried to wipe off her tears the soul said "I survived the crash that day but only to go in a state of coma,I had been in this state of oblivion for last five years but I fought with death and didn't give up because I knew that there is someone who loves me more than I love myself and that someone was you and I knew that this love wont let me die I fought....I fought for goddamn five years but dunno why suddenly I started feeling week ...don't know why the death started mocking my braveness. I am dying Keya...I am dying". The tears of Keya's eyes were dried up the fact that she accepted years ago was not quite a fact .She hated that time when Amit left her in that limbo. She was nearly dead but she lived again and accepted the death of Amit and now this sudden appearance was first euphoric but after that revelation of his getting vanquished by death made her to contemplate that she will have to face that dreaded trauma all over again and that was the reason of those dried tears. The apparition said "I know Keya you can't exist without me ,neither can I , that's why I am here , that's why i made all the arrangements , lets die together Keya...so that we'll be together forever". Keya was amused by the idea and replied "it's so easy for you Amit , you say that you love me and you have come to kill me !! what kind of love is this Amit. I accepted your death long ago but even then u were there at some corner of my heart but you made it harder for me to live so I decided to choose a new life for me I am engaged to someone , someone who loves me a lot , someone who is there with me not just as mere memory but as a person who can cherish my happiness and who can support me in my bad times .I love my life more then anything else Amit. I loved you once but not more than myself and if you love me then you will let me go or else I will never be yours not even after death". The apparition stood impassively as Keya started the ignition and headed towards her detination , towards Nitin. She stopped directly at the parking of Nitin's apartment and rang the door bell. It was 2 in the morning and Nitin was baffled as he saw Keya at the door. Keya hugged Nitin and from a place afar the apparition saw it and remained impassive and at the same time at a place very far away a tear dropped from those charming brown eyes of Amit as the doctor declared him dead.









Saturday, September 5, 2009

LOVE STORY

It was half an hour past midnight,date has been changed from 24th december to 25th december,even at that hour the city was not asleep,one can hear sounds of crackers in almost every 15 seconds.The festive mood was not because it was christmas but because marriage season in india was in full flow,and the capital city was witnessing record number of marriages that day.

A group of men and women clad in traditional wear in a marriage procession a.k.a baraat were dancing like they will never get to dance again.Suddenly the loud music of band was overcome by a screeching sound which ceased the movement of every dancing feet and screams of women travelled far in that chilly weather,a black speeding octavia hit the divider and was tossed up in air,a cricket fan would have wondered..what it will be... a head or a tail?..and it was TAIL ..as the octavia hit back the ground and rolled towards the footpath.Everyone was taken aback,it took seconds for the baraatis to realize that it was an accident,a deadly one..but those few seconds were enough to claim Harsh's life.Harsh Manchanda was dead on 12:35 am of 25th
december ,2008.


TWO YEARS BACK
It was first day of job,wearing a formal dress was so unusual and uncomfortable for Harsh who was known for his low waist denims and cool looking Ts in college,back there he was surely a style icon but here in office he felt so uncomfortable in those cotton trousers and full sleeves shirt with a neatly knotted tie.Though he thought he was looking stupid ,the tall,fair,lean and blue eyed Harsh was the centre of attraction,attracting every single female passing his way.
His boss teamed him up with Kirti,a tall,dusky, long haired girl,her black eyes on her blemishless face resembled innocence comparable to that of Mother Mary's.
They both gelled up very well . In a very short span of time,they became friends so close that every one in office started talking about them,and infact they looked great with each other.They spent a hell lot of time together,they worked,they gossiped,they hang out,they cared each other,often went to long drives in Harsh's octavia,which was his father's b'day gift to him,infact being with Kirti was like home away home for Harsh.


It was a weekend.. when Kirti called Harsh on fone and asked him her most common question..in her usual charming innocent voice.."Harsh how can a guy like you don't have a girlfriend?",Harsh replied in his cool voice.."I have told you Kirti I don't believe in this love buisiness,these things are waste of time,love make a person inefficient,it look good in books and movies but in real life its just a boy's and girl's foolishness"..Kirti replied in a bit low voice.."what if I say I am in love with you"..Harsh replied infact yelled"are you insane Kirti,how can you be in love with me..its just have been couple of months since we know each other "..Kirti stammered.."b..bb..but I think I love you Harsh..don't you feel the same way as I do..theres not a single moment when I don't think of you,its you everywhere..its you everytime...I love you Harsh"..Harsh replied..in a voice bemused and fierce at same time.."you know Kirti even if I say that I love you too..its of no use...you know I can't marry against my parent's wish..and its the same way with you..then how is it possible Kirti..I will be betraying you,my parents and moreover myself if I say I love you too..and I think you are taking a decision in haste..we both are very good friends ..and let it be the way it is"..Kirti almost in tears..replied.."just friends Harsh??"..Harsh replied.."nay more then friends..no doubt about that..I can't imagine myself without you..I admit I have been addicted to you Kirti..but please don't give our relationship a name other then friendship...I assure you that we'll be like boyfriend/girlfriend but please don't make it official Kirti...you know very well what will be the fate of this relationship"....it was hard for Harsh to convince Kirti but at the same time he didn't want to loose her..she had become such an integral part of his life..but finally he succeeded..succeeded in convincing her and moreover himself that its not love and even if it is then too this L word will never come in between them..it was like saying a lie to himself..because deep inside Harsh knew that he is in love too.


Time flew with speed of light...the bond between Harsh and Kirti was becoming stronger day by da..but the relation was not the same after that conversation...infact they were more like lovers then friends..but the L word was still not there...it was like they were betraying themselves...they knew they both love each other but no-one said it..though so many times Kirti felt like saying I love you to Harsh..but she stopped herself every time...she knew there
relationship has no future..she knew her dad..who was looking for a guy of same caste and origin for her..love marriages were a taboo in her house..she knew how her cousin was disowned by her parents when she married against their will.. she doesn't have the guts to go against her family..after all she was the ideal daughter of her father..how proud her father was of her...and how could she be so mean to shatter all dreams of her parents ...it was decided...the fate of there relationship...they both knew what will happen next..but they both were sensible..they both were ready for this....they both thought they will cope it even when they held each other arms...even when they hugged each other..even when they kissed each other...


2 years passed since Harsh joined the office..and Kirti was now going to get married with a N.R.I..they both knew that this will happen ...they were prepared...Harsh use to crack jokes on Kirti's would be husband...and was making things lite..but he knew this will not be that easy...a fear of loosing Kirti was becoming stronger and stronger as the date of her marriage was approaching..she had quit her job..they don't meet as frequently as they use to ...Harsh was feeling a void in his life...he remembered .. with how much ease he had said to Kirti that they will easily come out of this relationship..but how wrong he was..it was so damn difficult not to think of Kirti..her innocent smile..her dusky face...her long hair...every bit of her was so much engraved in his mind ...at times he wondered what Kirti would be thinking...whether she feels the same way as he does? ..he knew that he love her..and it was the first time when it was so hard for him ressisting himself from saying that dreaded L word..It was 24th december ..the day of Kirti's wedding..when she called him..Harsh remebered the day she called him two years back...the day when she said she loves him..Harsh was elated ..in hope that she will say it again..after all he knew how much she love him..he picked up the call..a soft charming voice came.."Hello Harsh...I hope you know that I am getting married tonight"..Harsh was not able to reply...instead his eyes were wet...the same voice said again after a momentraily silence...."I am going to start a new life Harsh ...everything is happening as planned..time spent with you was surely the time of my life..but I want to forget all those sweet memories Harsh...because if I don't ..they will surely become sour...and I hope you too would want to forget everything...I assure you Harsh I'll never ever meet or bother you again..but for the second and last time Harsh I want to say....I love you"... a pin drop silence prevailed for a while...which was broken by a blubbering tearful voice.."I love you too Kirti..."..tears dropped from her eyes ..she wanted to say something...but the line was alreadydisconnected by Harsh..it was all over by then.


Harsh took the keys of his car...took out two vodka bottles from his refrigerator...and gulped them down as if they were the last two alcohol bottles present on earth...he gave the ignition and took off for a long drive a real long one ...on those dark lanes...unaware of his dark fate....he was surely not in his senses...constantly saying Kirti's name...he was out of his mind...was reckless..had no idea where he was heading..or what he was doing...and suddenly a huge sound of BOOM occured...everything stopped...it was all white infront of his eyes...as if suddenly thousands of tubelights were switched on.....he was unable to open his eyes...but however opened them as he heard Kirti saying..."I am going away Harsh..far from you...I don't love you anymore...I have someone else in my life who loves me more then anyone else...who cares me more then anyone else..and who is not scared of showing his love...not scared of sayin that he loves me...and you know Harsh...I love him too"...the voice faded away.. ..the thousands of tubelight were switched off faster then they were lit...it was all dark again..as Harsh took his last breath..

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Guanatanamo Bay

26th june ,2009 it had been months since a new bollywood movie release and for a movie buff like me it was smthing which was irritating me to no end, but finally newyork hit theatres and with a sheer enthusiasm of watching a new movie after so much time and that too a one which featured pretty Katrina Kaif I went for first day first show.I never thought while entering the cinema hall that this movie will keep me busy searching all over the internet about a topic for weeks ....but yeah it did.I thought this feel good movie would be about three college going friends with all the bollywood masala of love triangle and scarifices and songs but believe me it was much more then that.It was about GUANTANAMO BAY ,undoubtebly the most dreaded prison on the planet located in Cuba.well everything written below is not just a crammed up story bt its an aggregation of facts provided by various american official websites of reputed newspapers like washington post,wall street journal etc.
TORTURES AT GUANTANAMO POST 9/11
Captives at Guantánamo Bay were chained hand and foot in a fetal position to the floor for 18 hours or more, urinating and defecating on themselvesBesides being shackled to the floor, detainees were subjected to extremes of temperature. One witness said he saw a barefoot detainee shaking with cold because the air conditioning had bought the temperature close to freezing..On another occasion, the air conditioning was off in an unventilated room, making the temperature over 38C (100F) and a detainee lay almost unconscious on the floor with a pile of hair next to him. He had apparently been pulling out his hair throughout the night.itz acknowledged that soldiers and interrogators had kicked the Qur'an, had stood on it and, in one case, had inadvertently sprayed urine on a copy.all this and much more like torturing the detaines by playing very loud music,depriving them from sleep for weeks,keeping a cloth on their face and then urinating on it..al these are part of routine torturing process at guantanamo bay.
the U.S. military trainers who came to Guantánamo Bay in December 2002 had based an entire interrogation class on a chart copied directly from a 1957 Air Force study of Chinese Communist torture techniques used during the Korean War to obtain confessions, many of them false. The chart showed the effects of "coercive management techniques" like "sleep deprivation," "prolonged constraint," and "exposure".The 1957 article from which the chart was copied, was entitled "Communist Attempts to Elicit False Confessions From Air Force Prisoners of War". Other techniques used by the Chinese Communists that were listed on the chart include "Semi-Starvation," "Exploitation of Wounds," and "Filthy, Infested Surroundings," along with their effects: "Makes Victim Dependent on Interrogator," "Weakens Mental and Physical Ability to Resist," and "Reduces Prisoner to 'Animal Level' Concerns." The only change made to the chart used at Guantánamo was an altered title.
BUSH GOVT'S TAKE ON GUANTANAMOThere isn't any other nation in the world that would treat people who were determined to kill Americans the way we're treating these people. They're living in the tropics. They're well fed. They've got everything they could possibly want.
according to the govt the protections of the third geneva convention (which otherwise was torned to pieces in this case)does not hold for AL-QAIEDA or Taliban fighters as this protection under geneva convention apllies only to uniformed soldiers and guirellas who abides by the rules of war.
now story of Abdallah Al-Ajmi a GUANTANAMO DETAINEEAccused of Being Little More Than a Low-Level Taliban Fighter, Abdallah al-Ajmi Was Held by the U.S. for Nearly Four Years.After His Release, HE BLEW UP AN IRAQI ARMY OUTPOST.A little more than two years after his release from the Guantanamo Bay military prison, Abdallah Saleh al-Ajmi knelt in front of a white wall, clutched the upturned barrel of an AK-47 rifle and delivered a message before a video camera.The untidy beard that his young son once loved to play with had been shaved off, leaving only a tiny moustache. His curly, shoulder-length locks had been clipped down to a crew cut. Gone, too, were the crisp, white headdress he often wore and any semblance of the good humor once familiar to his family. He was sullen and angry -- still bitter about being locked up for almost four years at the high-security U.S. detention center on the southeastern coast of Cuba."Praise be unto God, who evacuated me from Guantanamo prison and joined me with the Islamic State of Iraq," he said. As the camera's light cast an outsize shadow behind his head, he wagged his finger and issued a vow: "We are going, with permission from God, to God -- glory be unto him. We will enter the nests of apostasy." At 6:15 a.m. on March 23, 2008, not long after making the video, Ajmi drove a pickup truck filled with 5,000 to 10,000 pounds of explosives, hidden in what appeared to be white flour sacks, onto an Iraqi army base outside Mosul.
The Easter Sunday blast killed 13 Iraqi soldiers, wounded 42 others and left a 30-foot-wide crater in the ground. It remains the single most heinous act of violence committed by a former Guantanamo detainee.
WHY ABDALLAH AL-AJMI TURNED A JEHADI?
When Ajmi returned to Kuwait, "he was a ticking time bomb," said Mansur Saleh al-Ajmi, one of his younger brothers.
"Before he went to Afghanistan, he was a normal teenager. He spun the car around in circles. He smoked. People liked him," Mansur said. "After he came back from Guantanamo, he seemed like a completely different person. He stared all the time. You could not have a normal conversation with him. . . . It seemed as if his brain had been washed."
His case illuminates a key challenge facing the Obama administration as it considers how to close the U.S. military prison and resolve the futures of the approximately 245 imprisoned there. Once detainees are sent home, even to friendly nations, the United States has very little influence over what happens to them. Convictions are not guaranteed. And for those allowed to go free, assistance in resuming a normal life is rare.
Although the United States may never say so publicly, it is likely to want more explicit promises from the countries where detainees are repatriated, and the administration will seek the establishment of rehabilitation programs, along the lines of one in Saudi Arabia, that provide former jihadists with jobs, homes and money to pay for dowries.
But there is also a view in some quarters of the U.S. government that cases such as Ajmi's are the inevitable result of locking up 779 foreigners in an austere military prison, without access to courts or consular representation, and subjecting them to interrogation techniques that detainees say amount to torture. Some of them are bound to seek revenge, these officials believe. The challenge is figuring out which ones