Crime and Punishment

I will not pretend to be impartial to the puppy face picture of Jérôme Kerviel, the ex trader of Société Générale. But all the same lets look at the facts.

He never had any intention to harm anyone. He lost his father recently. He worked for the past 9 months from dawn to dusk without taking a single work day off. He never benefited from what happened, and now, what does he get? The police, the media, the public and a possible prison sentence.

I know the media is drumming up sympathy and trying to write an almost sob story for him because such news sells. The unlikely hero, the instant star. I know all that is media hype.

But if the facts are indeed facts, then you do wonder where Justice is. He committed a crime because he broke the law - man made laws, that is. But what really constitute a crime? Did Jérôme Kerviel really do such an evil deed? Did he take something away from others for himself and so now needs to pay back? If not, then what is he paying back for?

(I borrowed the title above from Dostoyevsky's Crime and Punishment, 1866)

Random, disfragmented and disjointed

I used to think better when writing with pen and paper than when typing on a keyboard. But that was a very long time ago.

I think we have become so accustomed to technical gadgeteries that these days they have become almost like natural extensions to our own anatomy.

So here I am lying in bed in front of a notebook typing aimlessly. There is this sudden urge to write. Anything. Everything. I think there is a difference between writing for an audiance and writing for yourself. This is one occasion of the latter.

I think we are allowed to be selfish... sometimes.