Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Another idiotic year is on the way :D
well. Things are NOT going to stop. Its because terrorists are being made, every day, every now and then. At some part of the world.
We motivate them terrorists. We give them air to brethe. Babri Masjid. Gujarat Riots. Israel. Lot other stuff.
The rich people who buy mutilated religious lines sponsor this thing called terrorism. Even if, for the time being, we kill 90% of the terrorists by invading into Pakistan, the next generation will be motivated by this very same invasion , and some idiots may cry - "Denial of human rights"
Alarming, but true. This CANNOT be stopped in this century, atlest. But what can be done is, to tighten up the security so that less people die.
One billion Indians. hundreds may die in one attack. We bother.
We light up candles, hold TV discussions, brag, point fingers, and what not.
Hundreds die because of bad roads, due to corruption. Hundreds die of malnutrition. Hundreds die in riots. Hundreds die because of negligence. Hundreds die in stampedes at holy places.
Every day, in India.
Just that we DO NOT notice.
We have to live on. Ignore the terror. Lets not get terrorised.
That one thing you love to break.
too much of weird stuff happened.
Started with a bang, ended with a bang.
All what remains is a planetary nebula.
(for people who dont know what a planetary nebula is, - well, search!!)
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
And as usual, I had to fight for my seat - with a punjabi family this time.
That was fine, its a daily routine. I only wished the other daily routine didnt start. Well, wishes are always wishes.
It was a stupid punjabi song, full volume. No mercy ! Yes, I am talking about people playing music loud in trains. I always go and ask people to use a headphone or to lower the volume. But this time, i just had a fight with the family over the seat (that very much belong to me), so I decided to keep quiet.
Somebody else thought otherwise.
Yes. Then it happened. He took out his pen. Removed its top.
And from the pocket came one of the modern(i guess) slide phones, with a touch screen. With the ease of ticking on a survey sheet, he touched his way to his music. Ayyapa songs. One unit volume higher than that of the punjabi stuff.
The fact that me, the techie, still do not know how to dial a number on one of those hi fi phones becomes irrelevant. I did not feel bad because i still live in pre historic ages when it comes to tech gadgets. I felt bad because other people also joined in for the competitions.
I vaccated the seat i fought hard for. Went to the door, stood on the foot board, watching the scenery pass by. I didnt have to pay this much to stand on a food board. I could have very much opted for the general compartments rather than in an air conditioned one.
I have been using a mobile phone for about ten years now. Never did the concept of mobile phones annoyed me this much. Forget the guy sitting next to me who would shout out figures in lakhs. Who would shout his entire family history to the fellow passengers. Who would shout at the subordinated over the phone. Its shouting alright. I hoped it was in private.
Mobile phones do annoy me. The facilities it give is not worth the headache it gives. A technology which was supposed to simplify our lives, is just complicating it.
Friday, December 05, 2008
Yes, where am I now?
I am alive, in one piece.
I can afford to eat.
I can afford good clothes.
I dont necessarily, have to support my parents
I can afford to drink
I can afford to travel once in a while
I can afford to maintain a car
I can afford air conditioned coaches
I can afford air travel once in a while
I can afford front row at rock concerts
I can afford to eat at fancy places
I can afford to live without a boss at work.
I can take a vaccasion whenever i want.
I have someone to call when i feel bad.
and a whole lot of things.
And I am worried that i am no where. Watch the well of guys of my age and lesser, with green eyes.
I used to think I was great. I just realised how small i became in front of this 19 year attendant at the bar, who does a whole lot of things that I can ever do.
I was soaked in 480 ml of old cask rum just10 hours before. Guess i need more of them now.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Fear of losing, of embarassment, of guilt. Low in confidence, and fear of showing up ones own face. The fear of rejection, and dislike of being what one is.
Wear the veil. Cover up your face.
(This post has nothing to do with my attitude. It was fired at one of the anonymous comments i received early on.)
Monday, October 20, 2008
Pitch black skies of a single shade
Sinking into my fading eyes
Cold streams of thin breeze
Flirting with my careless ears
Warm drips of shy ethanol
soothing down my cold throat
Sharp frames of abstract vision
giving way to blurred ones
Sliding myself to the eternal serenity
I always used to love
Shredding them all
for something I never liked
Dragging myself hard through
Winds of unused emotions
Fours years of unsung feelings
Put into chords of unknown pitch
I'm singing a song I never wanted
But Its giving me something I never had
(dated 23 September 2008. turning point, i guess.)
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Friday, October 03, 2008
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Monday, September 08, 2008
I am cutting down the story, I am in the train now.
As usual, I roam about through the compartment, look at interesting people and wonder why they are better than me in many ways. I carry a lot of books with me, (helps me into sleep). And when I am tired of sleeping, I would stand at the foot board, stare at the green fields, calculate the instantaneous speed and average speed of the train with the stop watch in my mobile phone and the meter – markings on sides of the rail. Then I Wonder why people have to throw litter outside even when they have started to keep bins inside, Wonder why train is still slow, And dream of inventing a time machine – sort of thing which will get me from Calicut to cochin at the fraction of a second.
It was no different today, after a short nap ( this was fast – just two pages of “Pattern recognition” and I was out), I walked down to the door, stood on the footstep, took a breath of fresh air. Refreshing. I wish It would rain.
It was then a sight of a kid, may be nine or ten years of age, caught my attnetion. He stood near the train, watching the train pass by. The train was slowing down. A small station was near, may be this train stops here for a crossing.
The kid seems to be crying. Or, is he? May be he is. He is helplessly looking at the train. The train is not yet stopped. It seemed like he want the train to stop. He was not crying out loud either.
Did the train hit someone?
I looked at the front. I could see the platform at some distance. I saw two men sitting at the platform, and nothing from their gestures suggested the train would have hit someone. If the train hit someone, they would at least be staring at the train.
And then, the train stopped. At a very ackward position. Not at the platform, not for a crossing. I know. I know because I have been travelling just too much in train. In kerala.
I knew Someone was hit.
For sometime, I could not see any movement around the train. I was confused. I looked back at either sides of the train, and I could see no activity. Just the kid.
And then, the frenzy. People running . Yes, someone is on the rail, and precisely, below my compartment. If that someone is still on the rail, beneath the train, there is no coming back to life.
Speculations, and comments on who is dead, why, was it a suicide, or an accident, and so on and so forth was asked. It looked a pure accident to me, but now, about half an hour later later when the train resumed its journey, and as I type this, I am not quite sure.
People rushed, and many were seen taking the photographs in different angles possible. I didnt want to get down the train. I just did not want to see. I must be weak hearted. In fact, I am, i guess. I dont mind seeing blood. But, no, I dont want to see it. I dont want another image of death waking me up in the middle of a night , precisely when I want a good sleep.
The body of the mother was taken out. It was said the body was torn into pieces. I saw the body covered with white cloath. I saw death.
I saw the relatives coming down and bursting to tears. I saw emotions pouring out. I saw fellow passengers in disbelief. I saw passengers sympathising. I saw them commenting about accidents. I saw people calling the dear ones and letting them know about the accident. (I did that too.) I knew my heart beat going up. I felt blood rushing up to my face. I felt heavy. I felt helpless.
Everyone has to die. At some point in life.
I thought of the very few people I consider important In my life. I knew, I have to see them die. I have to face it when they die. Unless I am lucky enough to die before they do.
I have to see them die. At some point, in the next thiry years to come. (I have no idea as to how long I will live, but not more than thirty years, i guess) and I have to get out of the trauma of seeing at least some of them die.
I wish they were not Important to me.
I wish no one were important to me.
The Hermit. I am jealous of him.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Your baggage sir...!!
Yes, I do hate this.
There is this skinny little girl, little in terms of height, probably in her middle twenties. She does security check, in front of one of Bengaluru's busiest shopping malls, The Forum. There is nothing wrong with the girl, and its not the girl that I am frustrated with. In fact, I would not mind to take that girl for a date, if permitted by (my-most-obvious)
Its not that I have a fascination for shopping malls. No I do not, and in fact I hate to be there. I prefer to stay away from the crowd, and all kinds of crowd (Unless its in a nudist resort) irritates me. All I need is to kill time, and I always prefer to browse at Reliance Webworld, as I am simply comfortable with this place. And they had one in Forum.
My inherent dislike to any security check comes from the fact that My bag always have atleast 5 pairs of wires of different types (Includes USB cables, serial cables, RJ45 connectors), Integrated circuit boards, Batteries, screw drivers, Nose pliers, Knives and at least ONE sharp edged device. Last time the Bangalore blast hapenned, I was roaming around in Blore with the aforementioned tools plus a couple of circuit boards with displays that resembled the displays of the time bombs that you see in the movies.
This time, its no better, as I was coming in aftershopping at the SP road, with a whole load of tools and electronic stuff. I ripped open the bag, and prepared my mind for all kinds of questions she would ask. I imagined being taken to the interrogation room, and things like that.
She looked into the bag, saw a mess of wires, saw the displays, and looked in to my face.
"Thank you sir, you can go now"
No wonder, the blasts continue.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Warming up those wings
(for I have not used them for long)
Raring to fly away
(for I forgot - that I am a bird - for some time)
Gazing at the sky
(When was the last time?)
and then; back to the basics called freedom.
the thought of freedom used to make me feel better.
Never been this confused in my entire life.
Surprise, I still dont want to give up.
I will fall off this tight rope.
I wish I knew which side.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
He hated sun. Why is that it has to be hot in the noon. The sweat. That could be one reason why he loved the rain, and would run into it at every possible chance. He loved to cuddle into a blanket and watch the rain fall down, along the edges of the roofing, at the evening, and see the sun giving up the day to the night.
Cats did amuse him. He loved the way it walked, the way it slept, and the way it looked. Every prospect of a cat was amusing. So much was in the nature, for him to be amused of and to be thought of.
He used to pray to God, for each and every needs. When he wanted a toy, he would pray, and sometimes God would give his father a toy and then his father would give it to him. Since God gave the sweets and the toys he wanted, he always made sure that he prays to God everyday. His life was very happy as a ten year old, and he used to get good marks at school. God helped.
Everything was done as asked, and no questions were asked. But still, there was nature in front of him, and some questions remained unanswered. And there was something called death. People die and good people go to heaven, and bad people go to hell. So he need to be good, or he will be tortured in hell. He never understood why there were bad people, and he never understood why people would want to go to hell.
And then it happened. He decided to be an athiest.
More precisely, the disbelief in God.
May be, it had something to do with marks. When, suddenly, there seemed to be a gradual decrease in the marks scored at school, the world seemed to be a different place. Humiliation at school, and worse, at home, was of the highest order. There seemed to be no time to stare at the skies and to wonder. There seemed to be no time to watch the rain fall. Sun seemed to be hotter than ever before. God and family seemed to be estranged.
He would go the the lab at school and watch the human skeleton for hours. Science and nature would engross him, and he would make gadgets out of everything possible. Every piece of money stolen from home would go to resistors and chemicals, and a small lab would be set up at his small room. He was a bit sad that no questions about what he knew were asked at the exams. Slowly, God and family went out of the equation, as both of them seemed to love marks, and he didnt have any with him.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
The man in black.
The old man.
The feet and the door.
Pieces of ice did melt into each other.
The longest and the shortest day
happened to be on the same day.
And I did the unexpected.
I knew the unexpected.
I didn't have to look in a thesaurus.
I am no longer what i used to be.
Neither do I have a regret.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
He woke up to the mild heat creeping up to his face. The eyelids seemed to be too heavy to open up. Reddish yellow films of light peeked into his dry and dizzy eyes as he tried to make out where he was. As the deeply blurred images sharpened to form recognizable ones, his worst nightmare came true. He has been captured. For the feast.
He tried running away, but could not feel his legs or hands. They were too numb and tied up. He has lost his clothes, and stood naked, held up by a rotten piece of wood. His chest supported the chin, which was dripping blood.
The ring of fire around seem to be fast approaching. It has been long since sunset. Vague shadows resembling men seem to dance wild behind the fire. Well. They are men.
I need to brush my teeth now.
How do i prove that i do not know something?
And that i do not remember something?
Monday, June 30, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Recent Edit in the Brain:
~ They always honk best when the red light is on ~
~ Some wear tight jeans when they work out at gym ~
~ They always wait the road to get repaired to dig it up again ~
~ They have to talk this loud on the mobile phone ~
~ Mr shanker is still on the coconut tree ~ (Courtsey this nutcase)
~ I shaved my head ~ (A week after I bought a hair dryer, expensive shampoo, hair conditioner, hair oil, Combs of different shapes, Head Band (Not Hair band, idiota!), Hair gel etc.)
~ I am writing this ~
Monday, June 16, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Friday, May 09, 2008
Saturday, May 03, 2008
I threw it down the alley
When i thought it was useless
I threw it down hard
that it broke into pieces
I threw it down hard
A long long time ago
I threw it away fast
My hands were all full
Now that my hands are all empty
I need a full heart
I am looking back down
Now time has flown away
I am creeping down the alley
to get them broken pieces
I got no piece
The alley has been cleaned
Now I need it bad
But i have thrown it all away
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Yes, I am getting old.
Do i need a makeover?
Yes, the days are getting short.
Do I need a change of work?
Yes, the knots are getting broken
Do I need an relation - guru?
Yes, my belly is getting bigger
Do i need a work out regime?
Yes, my tongue loves to shell a lie
Do i need a moral instructor?
Yes, the alcohol is still my soulmate
Do i need a rehab?
Yes, my vision is filled with pessimism
Do i have to be an optimist?
Yes I have a bad bank statement
Do i need a consultant?
The woman who had a makeover.
The friend who changed the job.
A man whos been to the doctor.
The man who has a six pack.
The vicar at the church.
The perfect teetotaler.
The optimist man.
The man with a 7 figure account.
I met them all.
And my questions remained
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Feels like quitting on my blog again.
At least until i restart again
At least until i feel sane again
At least until i log in again
At least till i wish again
At least till i know what i am writing
Saturday, April 12, 2008
The summer rain gives occasional surprises for sure. It was another cold evening, and unlike the usual routine, i was sharing a table with three of my colleagues. The roof top restaurant/bar was fine, but lacked good service. But it gave a clean, nice view of the national highway down, which i cross at least six to seven times a day. My thoughts dissolved into the work to be completed, and the food and the beverages that are yet to come.
There was this loud, sudden thud, minus the screech of tyres that accompany it, probably due to the rain and the wet road. The highway below was notorious for its accidents and hit and run incidents. As I jumped into the view, I was expecting to see another car, bashed into the bottom of another car, which was business as usual.
But there was this man, in his late twenties, hit, thrown into the road. I hoped to see a bit of life, a cry, at least a bit of movement of his limbs, but all i could see was the motionless body. The windshield was crushed, the face sunk in blood. I saw the driver coming out, people rushing in, and the body being rushed to the hospital, in the same car.
I dont know if he is alive, but if he is not, I just saw a life being taken away. Death comes in at the most unexpected time, may be, thats one good thing about it (for the person who dies)
What I saw did make me restless. Not that I am seeing an accident for the first time. In fact, I have thrown a bike rider into air with my car. I have seen blood, have seen live accidents a lot. Have seen people suffering, at my visit to the Medical college.
But, this one was different. It was not the fact that "this person could be dead" that affected me. Its just that, I , could be in his shoes, of the victim, as well as the car drivers. it could have been me crossing the highway. It could have been me driving the car. It could be me, who spends the rest of my life paralyzed.
Its just the understanding, that the other side of life could be death. Though I always wanted the other side, I know things could be different on the other side.
Yes, the grass seems to be greener only from the other side. And mirages do recur in my vision.
But why is it that I know it, and still..
Its better on the other side?
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Monday, April 07, 2008
Saturday, April 05, 2008
and the confused gesture
"Did you get my letter?"
I remember the innocent eyes
Which leaked at every possible cause
"When will you stop it?"
I remember the fun filled evenings
And the nature trecks
"How long will it last?"
I remember the hard fights
Over the expected phone calls
I remember the make ups
and the knot tied and untied
"How long is it to the next fight?"
I remember the usual humm
When you are out of money to call
"I am still a student"
And I remember the usual hmmmmm
When you have the job
"I spent it all"
And I still remember the 3 month thing
Which you are so good at
"May be its a year after my marriage"
And I normally forget the good times
and the times when we talked
which was just enough to keep it going
all these ten years of knowing
And it was not me, who kept it going
I owe it all to you.
(Now this post doesn't have anything to do with love, or marriage or friendship - just in case if it sounds like it. )
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Cant make out if I made any sense. (not that I makes sense out of my 'thoughtful,' alcohol induced(not always, though) statements)
I desperately need some feelings.
The feeling of chilled wind caressing my face, leaking through my hair to the other side, cooling down an agitated and frustrated stream of thoughts, hidden deep inside my mind.
The feeling that calms me down, when i drive slowly in the middle of the night, along the highway, riding up the western ghats, while it rains heavily outside.
The feeling of excitement, long lost.
The feeling of aggression.
The body discarded by its soul, flown presumably, to heaven or hell or wherever.
The body with a failed set of sensors and lost emotions.
Hard to spot a difference.
I prefer to be the first one.
. End of a feeling .
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Friday, March 07, 2008
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
might not wish to fly
might not wish to rule the jungle
might not wish for a palace
might not wish to conquer the skies
I Aint them.
therefore I wish.
I aint the good
therefore I can.
I aint bounded
therefore I fly
I aint sane
Therefore I think.
(No i am not drunk, but even now i cant make out what i really meant when I wrote this post!! I started writing something on dreams, after the post on dumpos site. And here I am. )
Monday, March 03, 2008
I should be re thinking. Since I fail to keep 8 out of 10 promises on a regular basis, I believe I shall be having a re think. May be, I shall not make a promise.
And a new resolution is born.
Only to be broken.
Before the storm???
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Assorted liquors of various colors adorned the counter. They were replaced by the ones brought by the buyers. The most favorite one was the "l'amour" , the drink of love. Girls and boys of all orders of sizes, shapes and color flocked around the carton of "l'amour", grabbing as much as they could. Some preferred to pay in cash, while some preferred to exchange bottles of "Compromiso." Older people seem to sell their "Desolation" but found few takers for it. They left them near the counter, for anyone to take it for free.
Close to midnight, the buyers are happy, and the bartender seems to the happy as well. But the most expensive drink was never bought, it remained on top of the stack, sporting its majestic look. It was then, he walked in, clad in his usual T shirt, scruffy as ever. The eyes had tints of red and orange, and drooped on to either side. The hair remained unkempt as well, occasionally obscuring the dead fish eyes. With a huge knapsack on his shoulders, he moved slowly to the counter, and with great difficulty, he unloaded his sack on to the counter.
"What do you have"
asked the bartender
"l'amour". Lots of them.
He replied, in his blunt, voice
"But everyone prefers to keep it"
"People makes mistakes"
"So what do you need"
He raised his head, searched the counter with his eyes, wide by now. The eyes got stuck at the top of the stack, stared at the beauty of his find.
The bartender was surprised.
"Thats the most expensive."
"But I will take it"
"I warn you, its dangerous. No one takes it"
"You name the price"
"That will cost you all you have with you"
"Take all I have"
"And you will also need to take these along with it. these comes free with it"
And the bartender pointed at the bottles of "Desolation" left over by the older people.
And he vanished.
Two girls were enjoying their share of "l'amour".
"People can be foolish"
"I dont know why he always prefer that useless drink"
"Who cares? Its his life, not ours"
"Anyway, he is a snob"
"He is also a hypocrite"
"Of course he lies"
"And he believes he has a good deal"
"He is foolish"
"And what not!! that drink, is sure vile"
And outside the tavern, it started raining. Paying the highest disregard to the rain, he walked on, holding to his heart his bottle of "Freedom."
He believes he chose right.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
These were the exact words i heard. not translated, but in accented english. The sentence was followed by more abusive ones, but i do not remember the exact words, but it included threats to make him clean the entire toilet (Which toilet?? the ones in train!), starving him for days.. As if she worked with the Abu Garib prison..
Whom to whom??
A mother to the son.
A 35-ish lady to a 11-ish boy.
I wished they were not from Kerala(Gads own cantree.....), but as usual, they turned out to be proper mallus...
- The state of being a mother.
- The qualities of a mother.
- Mothers considered as a group.
This incident in the train reminded me of this post of Rahul. Similar, very similar. The Lady, accompanied by her husband ( fielding a dull, sad face for obvious reasons.) and her kid were sharing the same cubicle with me. I still dont know, how on earth, do I, always end up with co passengers, who speaks on the mobile phone loud, Play music on the phone loud enough for the entire train(of course the music will be irritating as well), who would keep luggages on MY seat, and not bother to move it even on request, and so on and so on. May be because i travel single, that makes it flexible for the TTE.
Coming back to the mother and the son, it all started with the boy crying out for PEPSI. Of course i do believe PEPSI is a vile drink, and I do not recommend it to kids. I do drink it, when I need to work overnight, even though the next day will follow with disgusting upsets in my stomach.
So it started. The boy was a chip off the old block(the mother, not the father), in terms of annoyance. But I was surprised with the way the lady spoke, shouting, yelling, screaming, shreaking, etc etc, as if to someone who cheated her for her life time savings. It was just a boy crying out for PEPSI. The husband was embarrassed, NOT mentioning a word, head drooping low, not able to face any other passengers, while the mother continued to yell at least for half hour, until the cater boy managed to get the black drink.
I believe, Its normal for children to cry out for things they like. But i found it NOT appropriate for a mother to behave to her son the way she did. Funny, very funny, was when she ordered, and screamed at her husband later on, as if to a slave.
I see a lot of irresponsible mothers, more on the wealthier side of the society. And they blame the kids for everything. Reminds me of the school shoot out in Delhi.
An irresponsible parent molds an even more irresponsible and arrogant citizen.
I better NOT parent one.
Friday, February 01, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
The right pill to your lost thoughts
The best lubricant to your rotten hope
The right drug to give you the kicks
The serene place you want to revisit
The beauty you would stare at
The mate when you don't have one
The orgasm when you play it right.
to The Impulsive Ram on her first birthday.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
The feeling of feelings proves the existence of existence.
Anger. Happiness. Jealousy. Sadness. Surprise. Numbness. Anguish. Romance.
Pain. Pleasure. Pride. Depression. Hunger.
Just to mention a few feelings/emotions that the brain gives to the brain.
Some people think emotions make people alive. Some people think its when we have both joys and sorrows, do our life become meaningful. Some people look for success. Some people yearn to live the way the "holy Book" ask them to.
A million people, a million definition for life. The ones who really doesn't want to live, has already committed suicide, or are immobile from previous attempts.
What makes one feel alive?? Looking at the way the emotions people have, I remain confused.
Some bursts into tears watching a movie.
Some laughs at the same scene.
Some are confused.
Some feel uneasy.
Some avoids such movies.
Some plunge into deep thought.
Some argue as to the cause of the movie.
Some makes resolutions.
They all live until they are dead.
The world remains. Come what may.
Image courtsey: google. Reproduced without permission from the unknown artist.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
The Tiger. The majestic walk.
The view from watch tower @ Silent Valley
The Sky about to rain
Pink Floyd or Led Zeppelin performing live
My own robots performing beyond expectations.
A well Designed PCB.
Earth down under when I am flying.
A bottle of jack Daniels. (Not an empty one!!!)
The Honda Asimov
My old autograph books
A whole pile of HS5995 servomotors.
Saturn with its rings.
My own old posts at blogger.
Pitch black starry night
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Friday, January 04, 2008
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Silence can be the most restless.
1. the one Supreme Being, the creator and ruler of the universe.
2. the Supreme Being considered with reference to a particular attribute:
This question has always lingered in my mind since my childhood. All known definitions of GOD points to the most powerful in the entire universe. Implies, GOD is supreme to all humans, has higher level of thinking, and has control of everything in the universe.
One of the reasons why i turned atheist at a very young age - as early as age 12 - was the difference in the way GOD was defined and the way GOD was treated by the people around me. As another Sabarimala season comes to an end, I see crores of money devoted to shree Ayyappan. This money, obviously, goes into the devaswom board, which in turn goes to the bank accounts of the people ruling the board. In effect, the "holy" money can be seen as modified houses, luxury cars, and purchased lands.
Why is it that so many millions of people want to give the money to the corrupt ministers and the people who rule the board?? I am not just talking as to the case of Sabarimala, But there are numerous churches and temples, and mosques, who take in a lot of money from the devotees.
So, GOD loves money, which means Money makes GOD happy and in turn my money offered make GOD happy and will he hear my prayers and fullfill it.. Does it??
Forget money - anything - anything offered to GOD for fulfilling the prayers - I dont see any difference between GOD and the middle aged officer who needs a bribe for anything.
Is GOD so human to have emotions of anger, and emotion to be pleased, or to have a desire to punish the sinner??
If GOD is someone who rules the world, and if he is indeed the supreme power, and if he can change our lives - he is the same person who brings in hunger in Africa - He brings communal riots - He brings in natural disasters.
If that is his wish, I prefer not to accept him.
Even it means years of hell waiting for me. ( As if it isnt!! :P )
Sunday mornings are mine!! (So are other days, of course!)