How a President justify wars

(Qoutes)
“We must begin by acknowledging the hard truth,” Obama said. “We will not eradicate violent conflict in our lifetimes. There will be times when nations — acting individually or in concert — will find the use of force not only necessary but morally justified.”

(As he accepts the award…)

“But perhaps the most profound issue surrounding my receipt of this prize is the fact that I am the commander in chief of a nation in the midst of two wars. One of these wars is winding down.”

(People laud on…as millions across the globe are living the consequences...)

“United States must remain a standard bearer in the conduct of war.”
“Whatever mistakes we have made, the plain fact is this,” Obama said. “The United States of America has helped underwrite global security for more than six decades with the blood of our citizens and the strength of our arms.”

Hence wars JUSTIFIED, nobel peace PRIZE well-deserved (is it, really)!

Confusion allover again!

Tick tock tick tock…times running out and I have to decide and decide now, my mind is playing tricks on me again. What happens when you’d want someone else to decide for you, no one comes forward; what happens when you don’t, the entire world jumps right in.

Do I wait for life to happen or do I pounce at it…figuring out what happens between the days I think from the days I don’t think about it.

I am suffering from multiple thoughts disorder (YES IT IS A DISEASE-I kid you not), cracking inside my head. Most of the time of my head’s echoing the most retarded tune.

I want to live in an empty white clear space.

Listening to loud music isn’t drowning out the gibber, writing’s not helping either. I have perfect instincts for others, ironically; I can’t trust ‘em for me though.

I am at the top of my game at work, I ace at it. That’s not enough I realize and I don’t know what to do. I may have lost all sensibilities towards the other side. The grass is no longer green and it feels like I am going to be running away AGAIN!

Chronically disabled by the works of my own head, it’s not a pretty sight. Antagonism is taking the best of me and it’s getting worse.

I’ve stopped wishing-life is going to happen afterall ;)

A day

I walk in; I’ve only been on the newsfloor for not more than five minutes I am hit by devastation and as I get up to face the consequences I am hit by another. Whammmmm!!!!!!

Good morning y’all!

The Drama begins, the screaming starts, the newsroom comes alive, and we’re back from the grave.

I wake up after 10am despite the fact that I reach the office everyday at 8ish, well that’s when my shift starts-though technically it’s at 7.

Anyways, I push myself to reading all the dailies…I try and concentrate on words like re-promulgate, pak-india spats, the series of suicide bombings. Still not helping, then comes the question that I dread the most every morning at 9; “ajj ka kia plan hai”?...(in my head im like don’t ask me im too dead to even log myself in). I fake a smile and tell ‘em to wait.

Its 9:30am I need my chai…(chai is all I can think about), I go on to the 15^th there is no hot water in the rotten kitchen. My blood pressure gains a bit of momentum. I go back furious on to the 16^th. Even now, chai is all I can think about. I am on my desk, then I get hit by what do I do with this ticker…puhlease don’t ask me is all I wish for; I force my head to read it twice before deciding its fate. Good, I am through, I still need my chai. I call the kitchen and voila there’s hot water, I rush downstairs, scram through the kitchen, get myself a cup, pour in some water, dip in two teabags, fill it half way up with milk and sugar, take a swig and run back upstairs.

Its making all sense to me now, Mr. Z decides not to re-promulgate the NRO….the Pak-India row will go on forever…there is an enemy at our borders – a bat of an eyelid and we’re history.

Hmmm, I am making sense…I pitch in a few ideas that will get me through the day. I take 10minutes to make a perfect plan-another 10 to delegate. AND IM DONE FOR THE DAY!

“done” doesn’t necessary means I am through with my job, in absolute terms it means I have set the course for the day. Now comes the real work.