Myriads Of Menacing Dreams

Syd Barrett's dead. He might have boarded up all the doors and windows to keep off the omnipresent press and the ever curious fans, one gateway still gleams into the LSD driven's world - the band, the music and the pangs.

I am no expert on Pink Floyd music, but like millions of others, i attribute the band's psychedelic approach to Syd Barrett and then to his replacement, David Gilmour. All things said and done, PF is PF because of him.

Now, coming to the most important point: this is not an obituary to Syd Barrett. This is rather a mortuary of the self. If you want coherence, Get Lost!! It is for those twisted minds, those vagrant souls who flourish in the dumping ground of logic. Hark!! There goes the distant gong of the division bell.

The country stands at an interesting and crucial juncture now. On one hand we have the shady elements bombing their way into people’s (read Mumbaikars') lives, and on the other we have a brilliant spate of propaganda glamorizing the "Spirit of Mumbai", "the resilience of the nation" etc. No doubt, the Mumbaikars showed spirit to help the victims and come out of the shadow of the attacks but one is forced to think that the repeated glorification of the "enlightened spirit" has carefully, cleverly and very effectively blanketed the gross mal-administration of the Maharashtra Government.

The recovery of the huge caches of arms, ammunitions and explosives from various places in Maharashtra in the weeks leading to the Mumbai attacks was clue enough that there was a larger game in the offing. It basically boils down to the very basic modern business strategy: "supply chaining". The arms, as far as i think were in various stages of transit before reaching Mumbai.

The major work starts now. The big game, or the hunt for it at least.