Its the season of the dead

Autumn is generally characterized as the season, where the dead leaves to start fall of the trees before the onset of the cold and dry winters. And it is really turning out to be the season of the dead
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Veteran actor Shammi Kapoor is no more.
Tiger Pataudi is dead.
Steve Jobs has finished off his job on the Earth.
We won't be hearing any new songs or ghazals from Jagjit Singh.

And last but definitely not the least, the poster boy of world dictatorships, Colonel Gaddafi is now dead.Murdered to be precised. The World pledged and united to remove the evil out of Libya. And how do you prep up your image as peace loving heroes? Simply, by bombarding the fellow's houses and killing his grandchildren and children. Then by hunting him down, defenseless and unarmed. Recording this gruesome encounter on cellphones, gives us, the citizens of the planet and silent supporters of NATO a reputable credo. It makes us believe that what we did in Iraq was right. We are the ones who have the moral authority to police the world. Especially the regions, that are rich in oil and minerals.

Hitler never ran from his fatherland. Nor did Saddam or Gaddafi. Another dictator who never left his land was Hosni Mubarak. Now that I see him on TV, brought to special courts, all chained and boxed up in a cage, I feel sorry more for the world and Egypt than I feel for Mubarak. We, who practice religions that teach forgiveness. We, who have rich mythologies and folkfore from all parts of the world, that warn of consequences when we disrespect our enemies. Your attitude towards, your fallen enemy sums a lot about your character.

So, my heartfelt tribute to all the lives now extinct and my condolences for the values that have fallen like the leaves, which would be eventually burned up or swept into the gutter.