Saturday, September 15, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Breaking News
This one side
That I wanted to hide
From you
Is now on display
For everyone
To see
To feel my pain
And laugh at it
For everyone
To poke it
And see if it squirms
Oozing discomfort
This one side
That I wanted to hide
From you
Is now the 9 O' Clock news
To everyone's
Glee!
That I wanted to hide
From you
Is now on display
For everyone
To see
To feel my pain
And laugh at it
For everyone
To poke it
And see if it squirms
Oozing discomfort
This one side
That I wanted to hide
From you
Is now the 9 O' Clock news
To everyone's
Glee!
Monday, May 14, 2007
Notes to my brain
There's music in my head
A tingling in my toes
Melody has overtaken
A load of my woes
A tingling in my toes
Melody has overtaken
A load of my woes
Monday, April 30, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Full Moon or Baby Moon?
As I sit here trying to organize my brain cells into some order of wakefulness I am taken back to the time I spent in Berlin where I was purposefully awake. I remember sitting at the window of the hostel we stayed in Die Fabrik, and looking out of the window that opened in the quiet backyard. I could see the moon in all its glory, shining through the curtains and I thought to myself that the moon in Berlin looks just like the moon in India...what a coincidence!!! On a more serious note, a full moon conveys such starkly different meanings to different peoples. In India, the full moon is good, auspicious and is celebrated. In most western cultures the full moon, mythologically meant the werewolves were probably waking up in some part of Dracula land or that the lunatics were about to get more lunatic. The word 'Luna' latin for moon, itself is the root of the word lunatic. But why did anyone think/come up with the thought that the full moon, one of the most beautiful celestial bodies, could be the source of madness? I think they were kinda crazy themselves and just wanted to hang it on poor moon. I am rambling now and this is what happens when you don't sleep for 8 hours a day. In fact this is what happens when you sleep for 4 hours or less a day - you become mildly lunatic - full moon or no full moon!
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Shoot The Dog?
“Tell that to the parents of the children who were killed by the dogs”
So say people if you so much as broach the topic of Bangalore mass canine genocide.
Emotion is the antithesis of reason, of clear thought and logic. Classic right-brain, left-brain manifestation.
People, we are NOT saying that one shouldn’t do ANYTHING about the stray dogs. Do something we must!Because 2 small children dying is no small matter. But is killing them all in the worst possible manner!! is that the solution? Are we imagining this eradication will ensure there will be no dogs left anymore? Would that solve the problem? What IS the problem? Stray Dogs? Unattended children playing in the streets (or irresponsible parents in other words) or mismanagement of a city? Or intolerance for other life forms? Or lack of education about canines? Who is the problem? Us or Them?
And, hey.....because I love dogs and am a voice for them (no matter how small, it still counts) it doesn’t mean I don’t like people or children! How does one follow from the other? Why is not having any sympathy for the parents of the children who died a necessary condition for being against the killings?
The issue is NOT Dogs Vs Children here. Read it.
The issue is NOT to kill the dogs indiscriminately and certainly NOT the way the Bengaluru municipality is doing it. We are still human beings – a higher intelligence animal – capable of logical thought, empathy and what is called ‘humane – ness’. Should a sorry incident so cloud us with emotion that we exile logic?
Would killing all dogs be the answer? Is that what would bring Manjunath back? Will it be solace enough to his parents?
That’s an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth and all this against an animal! We have picked up a really worthy adversary – the dog – who has no voice to come to his rescue, who cannot plead his case like Surendra Koli can. But Koli would never be clubbed to death or his arms pulled apart or die in another inhuman manner – because he is a human being and he deserves ‘dignity’ even in the manner he is punished. Dogs don’t. They can't give an alibi, they can't hire a lawyer and they can't proffer proof for momentary insanity. Koli can and he will be probably ( and hopefully) sent to his death with dignity that is reserved for a human being. Dogs are just a bother.
So say people if you so much as broach the topic of Bangalore mass canine genocide.
Emotion is the antithesis of reason, of clear thought and logic. Classic right-brain, left-brain manifestation.
People, we are NOT saying that one shouldn’t do ANYTHING about the stray dogs. Do something we must!Because 2 small children dying is no small matter. But is killing them all in the worst possible manner!! is that the solution? Are we imagining this eradication will ensure there will be no dogs left anymore? Would that solve the problem? What IS the problem? Stray Dogs? Unattended children playing in the streets (or irresponsible parents in other words) or mismanagement of a city? Or intolerance for other life forms? Or lack of education about canines? Who is the problem? Us or Them?
And, hey.....because I love dogs and am a voice for them (no matter how small, it still counts) it doesn’t mean I don’t like people or children! How does one follow from the other? Why is not having any sympathy for the parents of the children who died a necessary condition for being against the killings?
The issue is NOT Dogs Vs Children here. Read it.
The issue is NOT to kill the dogs indiscriminately and certainly NOT the way the Bengaluru municipality is doing it. We are still human beings – a higher intelligence animal – capable of logical thought, empathy and what is called ‘humane – ness’. Should a sorry incident so cloud us with emotion that we exile logic?
Would killing all dogs be the answer? Is that what would bring Manjunath back? Will it be solace enough to his parents?
That’s an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth and all this against an animal! We have picked up a really worthy adversary – the dog – who has no voice to come to his rescue, who cannot plead his case like Surendra Koli can. But Koli would never be clubbed to death or his arms pulled apart or die in another inhuman manner – because he is a human being and he deserves ‘dignity’ even in the manner he is punished. Dogs don’t. They can't give an alibi, they can't hire a lawyer and they can't proffer proof for momentary insanity. Koli can and he will be probably ( and hopefully) sent to his death with dignity that is reserved for a human being. Dogs are just a bother.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Killing Me Softly
Bangalore, India's silicone valley has a new mission - kill stray dogs...all of them...healthy, unhealthy, friendly, unfriendly, male, female, tiny puppies....especially the tiny puppeis - they are the worst!
Bangalore is killing them softly...in a cold, calculated manner, without attaching any ugly emotions to it...thus spake the municipal commissioner.
Bangalore is killing them by strangulation, by pulling apart their limbs, necks and torsos - while they are still alive.
Bangalore is killing them because it doesn't know what else to do with them.
DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THEM?
India's think tank (of sorts, if you want to call sorry little programmers that) is clueless about what to do with their best friend??? They are the problem solvers - good enough to have 'Bangalored' a large (rather angry) chunk of the U.S. Of A. and it is stymied by stray dog population???
How about some good ol' 'adoption'? or simply neutering them? or getting every colony to take care of its resident strays? How about another solution from India's brightest brains sitting in their plush offices and swank homes?
It's not just Banaglore...it is all of us, everywhere.
We domesticated the wolf, inbred it, gene altered it, changed its behaviour to become a helping hand for us. We played God. Then God and nature took over and empowered the dogs to start breeding at will - as any other species is going to do - dogs went forth and multiplied.
Now we were troubled!!! We wanted only so many and no more!! So what did we do? We left them to fend for themselves, often at 'unauthorized meat shop' throw outs....we sometimes made friends with them and fed them a couple of chapatis but mostly we hated them. We hated them for having slipped out of our control. We hated them because they made us feel less like Gods. We hated them because they made us feel inadequate for not knowing how to deal with them.
So what did we do next? We started considering them a threat to us and began to kill them (Bangalore, the ever 'softy' calls it Euthanasia - take a look at your local pound and you'll know what their brand of Euthanasia is)
Well, in all, it actually seems like the perfect solution.
You domesticate them, take them out of their natural environment, transplant them into a new one and then take that away too. Then when you can't manage them, you kill them - softly - like bangalore is doing it. Remember, this is for the larger good.
Now, there is a thought racing through my mind....
India's population is bursting at the seams. We don't have enough food to feed every mouth, we don't have enough clothes to keep them all covered, we don't have enough houses to keep them safe from the elements. That is a huge 'stray' population bouncing off the walls in India. They could become a menace - some already are! Talk about dogs killing children, sad as that is....we have humans (eow) not far behind - Nithari's Koli, Pandher & Co. are case in point.
So how about killing a few stray people too? Let's round them up, beat them silly or pelt stones at them, better still let's kick them in their hungry stomachs so that they start bleeding at the mouth. We are still at 'softly' on the 'murder continuum'. Let's pack them up a couple of hundred in one small van - maybe some of them would die just out of suffocation and heat. But let's not forget that we oughta be soft about this. We are solving a problem here - no ugly emotions, please.This is 'Euthanasia', not murder.
There!!! I have the solution to India's population problem!!! Let's kill them all .....softly.
Bangalore is killing them softly...in a cold, calculated manner, without attaching any ugly emotions to it...thus spake the municipal commissioner.
Bangalore is killing them by strangulation, by pulling apart their limbs, necks and torsos - while they are still alive.
Bangalore is killing them because it doesn't know what else to do with them.
DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THEM?
India's think tank (of sorts, if you want to call sorry little programmers that) is clueless about what to do with their best friend??? They are the problem solvers - good enough to have 'Bangalored' a large (rather angry) chunk of the U.S. Of A. and it is stymied by stray dog population???
How about some good ol' 'adoption'? or simply neutering them? or getting every colony to take care of its resident strays? How about another solution from India's brightest brains sitting in their plush offices and swank homes?
It's not just Banaglore...it is all of us, everywhere.
We domesticated the wolf, inbred it, gene altered it, changed its behaviour to become a helping hand for us. We played God. Then God and nature took over and empowered the dogs to start breeding at will - as any other species is going to do - dogs went forth and multiplied.
Now we were troubled!!! We wanted only so many and no more!! So what did we do? We left them to fend for themselves, often at 'unauthorized meat shop' throw outs....we sometimes made friends with them and fed them a couple of chapatis but mostly we hated them. We hated them for having slipped out of our control. We hated them because they made us feel less like Gods. We hated them because they made us feel inadequate for not knowing how to deal with them.
So what did we do next? We started considering them a threat to us and began to kill them (Bangalore, the ever 'softy' calls it Euthanasia - take a look at your local pound and you'll know what their brand of Euthanasia is)
Well, in all, it actually seems like the perfect solution.
You domesticate them, take them out of their natural environment, transplant them into a new one and then take that away too. Then when you can't manage them, you kill them - softly - like bangalore is doing it. Remember, this is for the larger good.
Now, there is a thought racing through my mind....
India's population is bursting at the seams. We don't have enough food to feed every mouth, we don't have enough clothes to keep them all covered, we don't have enough houses to keep them safe from the elements. That is a huge 'stray' population bouncing off the walls in India. They could become a menace - some already are! Talk about dogs killing children, sad as that is....we have humans (eow) not far behind - Nithari's Koli, Pandher & Co. are case in point.
So how about killing a few stray people too? Let's round them up, beat them silly or pelt stones at them, better still let's kick them in their hungry stomachs so that they start bleeding at the mouth. We are still at 'softly' on the 'murder continuum'. Let's pack them up a couple of hundred in one small van - maybe some of them would die just out of suffocation and heat. But let's not forget that we oughta be soft about this. We are solving a problem here - no ugly emotions, please.This is 'Euthanasia', not murder.
There!!! I have the solution to India's population problem!!! Let's kill them all .....softly.
Friday, March 9, 2007
picky pix
I've finally found the courage to take some photos of myself and upload them to the blog....who sees, dies!
At your own risk
At your own risk
Monday, February 5, 2007
Of Dogs,Cats & Docs
In fact make that medicenes.....dog docs are a separate issue....mine's laughs at mine, the neighbour's has sworn to murder theirs (bit him in the arse....twice!)
Found this on the Internet and am absolutely certain it should grace my blog! Makes me realize I am not alone in loving dogs knowing it takes just this mucho to medicate them.....cats are yeeiiiiiiiiiiiikes!! funny only in this 'Idiot's step by step guide to getting murdered by your own pet cat'....and funny because it ain't me!!!
Medicating Pet Cats and Dogs
HOW TO GIVE A CAT A PILL:
1. Pick cat up and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As cat opens mouth, pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.
2. Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process.
3. Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away.
4. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of ten.
5. Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe. Call spouse from yard.
6. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.
7. Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.
8. Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.
9. Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink 1 beer to take taste away. Apply Band-Aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.
10. Retrieve cat from neighbor's shed. Get another pill. Open another beer. Place cat in cupboard and close door onto neck to leave head showing. Force mouth open with desert spoon. Flick pill down throat with rubber band.
11. Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges. Drink beer. Fetch bottle of scotch. Pour shot, drink. Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus shot. Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect. Toss back another shot. Throw tee-shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.
12. Call fire department to retrieve the stinkin' cat from tree across the road. Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat. Take last pill from foil-wrap.
13. Tie the front paws to rear paws with twine and bind tightly to leg of dining room table, find heavy duty pruning gloves from shed. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of steak. Be rough about it. Hold head vertically and pour 2 pints of water down throat to wash pill down.
14. Consume remainder of Scotch. Get spouse to drive you to emergency room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye. Call furniture shop on way home to order new table.
15. Arrange for Humane Society to collect demon cat and call local pet shop to see if they have any hamsters.
HOW TO GIVE A DOG A PILL:
1. Wrap it in bacon.
************ STOP THE WORLD... I WANNA GET OFF!!!******************
Found this on the Internet and am absolutely certain it should grace my blog! Makes me realize I am not alone in loving dogs knowing it takes just this mucho to medicate them.....cats are yeeiiiiiiiiiiiikes!! funny only in this 'Idiot's step by step guide to getting murdered by your own pet cat'....and funny because it ain't me!!!
Medicating Pet Cats and Dogs
HOW TO GIVE A CAT A PILL:
1. Pick cat up and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As cat opens mouth, pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.
2. Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process.
3. Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away.
4. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of ten.
5. Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe. Call spouse from yard.
6. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.
7. Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.
8. Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.
9. Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink 1 beer to take taste away. Apply Band-Aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.
10. Retrieve cat from neighbor's shed. Get another pill. Open another beer. Place cat in cupboard and close door onto neck to leave head showing. Force mouth open with desert spoon. Flick pill down throat with rubber band.
11. Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges. Drink beer. Fetch bottle of scotch. Pour shot, drink. Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus shot. Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect. Toss back another shot. Throw tee-shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.
12. Call fire department to retrieve the stinkin' cat from tree across the road. Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat. Take last pill from foil-wrap.
13. Tie the front paws to rear paws with twine and bind tightly to leg of dining room table, find heavy duty pruning gloves from shed. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of steak. Be rough about it. Hold head vertically and pour 2 pints of water down throat to wash pill down.
14. Consume remainder of Scotch. Get spouse to drive you to emergency room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye. Call furniture shop on way home to order new table.
15. Arrange for Humane Society to collect demon cat and call local pet shop to see if they have any hamsters.
HOW TO GIVE A DOG A PILL:
1. Wrap it in bacon.
************ STOP THE WORLD... I WANNA GET OFF!!!******************
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Moi, Superfrau!
Finally I have the answer to the question "Who Am I?" Greeks broke down into epsilons and Pi-s,other non-G philos did the same but I am the one who 'knows' it - I am Supergirl!Hurrrrrrraaah! Now I can beat the bad guys with just one slightly raised eyebrow(that's because other than having the Supergirl strain in me I also have the British strain!!), I can make them scrunch their panties into a bunch with my 'Super Panty Scruncher', I can make Charles Carllini sink into his poopy-pot with one mild thrust of my Super Finger (eeeoooo! not there!!! that hurts!!!!) I can even look through my fat neighbor with my Super See-Through Vaporizing Vision ( but I could do that even without my superpowers on a bleak Jan Sunday!) and I can maybe somehow decimate the world's politicians with my Extra-Super-Special Power of Clear Logic (I shall do so by first confounding them with my Super Reason and then when they get into the mighty 'confounded' state I shall push them over the dais with my pinky!!)
If you don't believe I can do all of that....check out my Superhero quiz scores!!!!
....It's a bird, it's a plane! No, It's Supergirl!!!
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....It's a bird, it's a plane! No, It's Supergirl!!!
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Friday, January 19, 2007
Dirty Dancing?
Dance is something people have experimented with since times immemorial. Tribal dances, war dances, dancing for victory, dancing for a birth, dancing in death, celebrating life…you name the occasion and some race, some group of people on the earth will have a dance to commemorate it. Dancing for me is man’s quest to finding oneness, an alignment with the universe. It starts with the rhythm, a beat, a reverberation at regular intervals and ends with a conscious effort to align body movement with it. Dance is spiritual, whatever kind of dance you talk about. It comes out of the urge to create a unity, with the resonance of the universe.
Dreams Of The Blind
Myriad thoughts
Unspoken softness
Reams and reams
Of wilderness
Strange warmth
Yellow
Unfathomed depth
Giddy, mellow
Bursting anger
Red and green
Monsters
Not unseen
Dreams
Of the blind
To places
Un - been
Unspoken softness
Reams and reams
Of wilderness
Strange warmth
Yellow
Unfathomed depth
Giddy, mellow
Bursting anger
Red and green
Monsters
Not unseen
Dreams
Of the blind
To places
Un - been
Sunday, January 7, 2007
Tigers, anyone?
Just back from our yearly vacation.This time it was Dudhwa Tiger Reserve in UP....cold, bleak and tiger-less.....at least none showed up. But going to national parks and reserves is a great experience and the place is B-E-A-Utiful!!! pix a little later....took an elephant safari, got chased by a wild, loony elephant who as the handlers told us later, more after us than the girl elphant we were riding...close shave! Spotted several deers, a python (chilling out after a really large meal!), jungle cats, wild fowl and a Rhino..who seemed to be smirking at us.....more later
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