Thursday, July 28, 2005

The City was divided...

... into two kinds of people, last Tuesday. The stuck & the non-stuck. A majority of people who had ventured out last Tuesday never realized that thier hour commute back home would be stretched to a horror ordeal of upto 36 hours. It was a scene out of last summer's blockbuster "The Day After Tommorow". Bombay was flooded for more than its normal six hours. People stood still in traffic for 24 hours. They turned off engines and slept in cars. They climbed on top of bus roofs and witnessed the slowly consumed bus. There was no disaster management plan on cards for the state. People suffered. A lot. My sister returned the day after she left for her first day of work. She roughed it out in her new office. She swapped stories and watercooler gossip which would have taken atleast a few months to propogate. But lights out, and bosses airlifted by choppers, the employees had a great day.

I was in the category of the un-stuck. Saved by Shri Mataji quite literally. The meditation meetings are on Tuesdays so I decided to meetup with local relatives. As a result, I had to super the ordeal of waiting in the dark for the stuck people. Cell phones were down, and the weakness of technology was exposed. But Bombay has been washed clean it seems now, as the hands burn a little less than before.

People we meet

When going around relatives houses. The most funny are the obstinate, over the hill, disease inflicted grandmas. They are bags of complaints with the usual diabeties and BP problems. They proudly display the range of medication they are on and how many times they have gone under the surgeon's knife. They give thier complete chronology of disease, unsolicited. But they have to be borne until the real entertainer steps in: the housewife.

She will tell tales of how she is bringing up kids. Or if kids are grown up, the adventures of finding them matches for marriages. They hardly realize, once they marry off their children they have a while before they go into the first category. But afflictionless, they are happy, funny and tolerant. The food they serve is not an option to eat. They reserve the bullying rights to make guest eat up whatever is served. Their happiness lies wholly in seeing people eat.

The really nourishing members of the household retuirn to break the eating spell: the children. If in school, they entertain you with their artistic works, which are really nourishing. But if grown up and working, they are replicas of their moms and dads, depending on their gender. But this is the only department where nourishment for the soul can be expected.

The least likely person I stumbled across was da man of da house. Nervous smile hiding a dam of oppression at work and suppression at home from the first two departments. His nourishment is also the third category. That is if he choses them to be and does not hammer them at every little mistake. Some of these prefer to have a death like silence over the bulbbly brrok of children noises.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Scarlet Tide

Another rousing song. Well performed. Very well written.

When I recall his parting words
Must I accept his fate
Or take myself far from this place
I thought I heard a black bell toll
A little bird did sing
Man has no choice
When he wants everything

We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride

Man goes beyond his own decision
Gets caught up in the mechanism
of swindlers who act like kings
And brokers who break everything

The dark of night was swiftly fading
Close to the dawn of day
Why would I want him just to lose him again

We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride

We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
and separates the widow from the bride.

100% Realized Souls:

proof: the lyrics of 'great high mountain'

Once I stood at the foot of a great high mountain

That I wanted so much to climb

And on top of this mountain was a beautiful fountain

That flows with the water of life

I fell down on my knees at the foot of this mountain

I cried, "O Lord what must I do?"

I want to climb this mountain, I want to drink from this fountain

That flows so clear in my view

Then I heard a sweet voice from the top of this mountain

Saying, "Child put your hand in mine."

I started climbing slowly watch your steps at the edges

And take one step at a time

I started climbing upward taking one step at a time

The higher I got the harder I climbed

I'm still climbing upward and my journey's almost ended

I'm nearing the top and you ought to see the view

Oh the water flows so freely, there's enough to make you free

So friend if you're thirsty climb this mountain with me

Activism in the Animal Kingdom

Cause Effect Theory To Explain the Turkish Incident.

Cause 1


Turks.US Daily News - 'Suicidal' Turkish sheep make world news Daily News

Finally A Honest Scientist


Revenge of Mom-n-Pop Stores of Ye Olde Times

The third in the chain of dumb, seemingly innocent mistakes... mistakes really, eh?

Another Example of Hypocrisy

Our product may be killing you, but reading the label may help you live longer, and consume more of it. Debate Pops Open Over Soda Warnings

The way things are going for poor Chief Rowe...

might as well blame this on him.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

I wouldn't believe this when I saw it in an Indian Newspaper

...but it is looking true.

This Could Happen 2 You

It Happened To Me in My Sophomore Yr Engineering

But He Is Guity of This Crime

Spam without borders.

Our $16 Million Will Go To...

Cleanup this "sewage"

Its a Typo, Officer

its not what you think. He wanted P'opc'ORN

This Just In... We Have a Solution for The National Crises

his immortal words are panacea

Villagers, Dont Say We Didn't Warn You

The Machine Monster Has a Mind of it Own... Brrrr

Behind Bars Story Part 2

He is absconding... in 14 minds.

World's Shortest Book #92

How to Keep Secrets by White House Deputy Chief of Staff Karl Rove.

ex-Chief of....?

Your Biggest Mistake: If You Gave Him Your Deepest, Darkest Secrets...

Gentlemen.... RUN!!!

First You Lose Memory

Annd Then Ya Money

Kidz... Its OK to cry.

But we wont stop hurting you