And look up at the stars
I grasp to rekindle a Connect
That had lit me once
Of the stars, and I
And the whole wide world
A warm, gentle Quiet
That had pierced me thus
A power surge at the hosting end, protective apparatus failed, and my whole site got wiped out along with million others. There was no back-up. Budget hosting had no back-up, and the hosting company is out with its hidden, legal jargon. Glad someone I know sued it.
So well, an obituary of once-a-site. I loved the layout and the design. Lost many a articles and poems, and back to reviving the basics => blogger.
A note to myself: keep 2 separate back-ups.
In a daring midnight operation by armed men, over 10,000 pilgrims are taken hostage en route to the holy shrine of Vaishno Devi, a popular Himalayan religious-tourist destination in the troubled state of Jammu & Kashmir in Northern India. The hostage-takers threaten to shoot pilgrims every day, unless the incumbent Government accedes to their demands.
With the Hindu festival of Diwali just around the corner and elections less than six months away, the Government at the center is under immense pressure to act. What will the Government do? The army? The intelligence agencies? The common man?
No terrorist group has claimed responsibility for the attack. Who are these men? Is there a larger plot? Faced with such unprecedented events, will the country descend into unimaginable anarchy or will it rise above the issues of collective apathy and greed that have plagued it since Independence?
On top of the mountains, you and me