Blast From The Past - A Slap In Our Faces

Manmohan singh is by far the most effeminate and spineless prime minister the country has seen since independence. I would rank him the worst prime minister ever if given a chance, solely because of this trait. Okay lets be fair here to Shri DEVE GOWDA. We can never take away that rare distinction from the son of the soil. So what ? The head of the state (not titular for petes sake, but the real one) for India is its prime minister for all practical purposes. And such a head of state or national leader should seek to represent India's demography. A demography that is far from effeminate, whatever else we might be, we are not spineless. We are a land which has given birth to fearless men like Subhash Chandra Bose, Chandrasekhar Azad and Bhagat Singh. We as a demography have shown a lot of inner strength and courage and enduring spirit and all that bullshit.
And what does this guy{?} Manmohan do ??? Why...I would say that even Mrs. Indira Gandhi (I adore that woman) had more balls than this wimp. Manmohan singh has scored so much on the incompetence scale that he is neck to neck with Deve Gowda. One encouraging factor in Singh's case is that hes still got a few months to go. We can hope fervently that he would do his best in making the next few months the worst ones in India's history. God forbid nothing similar to the Mumbai attacks happen in any other state.
Of late I hear Manmohan has been studying dog psychology. Maybe its with a view to gaining a better understanding on how to lick his mistresses boots with even more spineless loyalty. What a dedicated man. The issue here is of a different nature though. Manmohan was seen voicing patriotic sentiments (maybe the earth will stop rotating now) asking Mumbaikars to continue keeping a brave face in the after math of the blasts, the last time around. Thats like asking a smiling man who has received a fantastic slap on his cheek to keep on smiling no matter what. All this has forced me to coin a new expansion for the abbreviation - UPA - Unbelievably pathetic Assholes or Useless Pimping Assholes. I leave you to pick the best choice. I knew then that the next time scores of people die from a blast planted by terrorists, these incompetent 'hijras' would again come out and urge people to be brave in the face of terror and do nothing. These blundering baboons that we have elevated to power should be strapped to iron chairs with a hole in the seat and administered an enema of unpinned grenades and have their chest hairs extracted over an open fire at five minute intervals for what they have done to the country since independence. Damn all politicians to the deepest pits of hell. I salute and pray for the souls of the martyred men and women of Mumbai. I salute our armed forces who helped us retain some semblance of self respect by ridding us of the terrorist menace despite the ineptitude of our political system. I salute the grit and resilience of the people of Mumbai. I piss on Manmohan Singh and Vilasrao Deshmukh for showing Mother India in such a pathetic light to the rest of the world. I puke on Shivaraj Patil and the entire lot of our politicians. And I wonder what poor sissy Chidambaram is gonna do now that hes been given all the unwanted responsibility. Maybe he'll lock up his door more tightly at night and wolf down his usual curd rice mixed with sambar and go to sleep under his wife's pallu. I wonder. I was watching TV the other day and I think it serves the Kerala PM right to be snubbed by the distraught parent of one of our brave soldiers who was martyred in the Mumbai tragedy. The CM who predictably turned into a blabbering baffoon on national TV when he was shown the door in a not so subtle manner by the Martyred Majors father, deserved what he got. Ditto the other smiling ape on TV, the Kerala home minister. God knows if they both know how to properly speak a sentence in English without screwing up. Did either of them go to college ? If they did they'd have been retired from respectable jobs by now. How do these idiots manage to run the state ?? Look around and you will see the answer. There aint an inch of road without a ditch. Of course we know that these opportunistic politicians dont give a shit about people dying. So many brave men have lost their lives to uphold the principles that the Indian people hold dear. But these corrupt, irresponsible, incompetent assholes that we have elected and put in place and Im talking about the hijra band of Sonia Gandhi, have reduced patriotism to a vulgar farce. Agreed that we should be united. But thats not just to be idle bystanders. We need to do something. We need to bring in a presidential system and amend the monumental blunder of Nehru (who was besotted with English Legislative system and adopted a similar one for India) which is called the Indian Constitution. This inept government has got to go and thats for sure but dont ask me whom we should replace them with. I honestly dont know. I wish these terrorists blew up the entire parliament when it was in full session. That would rid us of half our problems right there. We dont need these senile septuagenarians who are inept and without spirit and are concerned only about increasing their bank balances or about their next foreign visit. These morons dont represent the India I live in, the India of today. They belong to a generation which grew up learning to live with and revel in corruption, incompetence, inefficiency and exhibit a gutless cringing attitude which would put a doormat to shame.
But we the young India are not burdened by the ghosts of our past. We dont have to accept things as they are. We wont let ourselves be bullied. We wont sit around with our thumbs up our asses staring open mouthed into oblivion and wondering what went wrong. We wont let those who come into our dear motherland and wreak havoc in the heart of our cities and homes and lives get away scot free. We wont stand by idly and watch out great nation being raped incessantly like a war refugee and do nothing. Its time to blow the conch shell of aggression and stop the villains from taking our magnanimous tolerance as a sign of weakness and vulnerability. Lets start giving back as good as we get.

Back to Blogging !

Here I am. Back again. Blogging. I got too tired of pressing the keys on my keyboard and so I decided to take a break. Anyways, I knew that it would end up like this after the initial spurt. Loosing steam early on is habitual. Whenever I take up something new, I promise myself that I would see it through but invariably something else takes up my fancy and I run after it and leave the one I was actually attending to in the first place midway. This has usually been the case with most fancy hobbies or pursuits that Ive tried getting into. But I must say that Ive always seen serious things through. Like for eg. a movie or a bottle of beer (grin). Actually movies were the thing that took my focus off blogging. You see, im into downloading DVD quality movies these days. Have built up quite a collection. But now that im getting bored with that too, Ive started to blog again hoping i would be able to somehow reinvigorate the sedate spirit of blogging that shrivelled up and died inside me and take this up atleast on a weekly basis, if not daily....even monthly would do just fine.......???

Virtual Life Avatars And Interactive Online Games

I was playing a new online interactive game today. Its called Second Life. Its been around for quite sometime but I learnt about it only a few months ago. Not my fault. I was neck deep in plasters and bandages. Well, this virtual game, what it does is that it lets you enter a virtual world peopled by real humans from across the planet. People just like you and me actually or maybe psychos, sexual offenders and weirdos of every colour...who knows. Anyway, once you get yourself registered by choosing a first and last name from a rather thin list which cant be amended or modified in anyway and lets you unhappily end up with names like Thomas Utterfailure or Michael Moonshine,you can enter the world. Mine was Lucifer Blackheart. Now, if you are a paid member you get a home and a job and some cash to begin your life in the virtual world which is unfair...unfair because they dont provide a chick as well. You have to pay the game developers in US dollars for getting the virtual currency credited in your name. Its with the virtual currency that you improve your lifestyle and buy accessories and stuff. 1000 units of the virtual currency would cost you around 5 US dollars. You get to choose an avatar for yourself and customize everything about the avatar from head to toe. You can converse with other users who are in your vicinity by chatting with them through IM or Voice Chat. I have just begun to explore the game and am finding it very tough. That's something which is guaranteed by the developers. Or maybe Im just too old and dumb to play games anymore. You need to get used to living in that virtual world and that happens in good time. Check it out. Do a google search for Second Life and see what comes up. Its widely reputed to be extremely addictive once you get the hang of it. Its probably a safer option for hardcore junkies. They can get doped in the virtual world without frying their brains in the actual one. Mostly people enter the world to have virtual sex. Yes, arent you surprised ??? Im not...there are a lot of horny people out there. Trust me. So, that is the primary attraction but there is also the possibility that you could end up hoarding a lot of virtual currency, in which case you can convert it to real dollars. The exchange rate is not known to me, you could check it up on google. Some time back, I watched a movie called "The Thirteenth Floor". The story is about virtual worlds devcloped by real jobless people and peopled by virtual people who have no idea that they are living in a fake world. It was a very thought provoking movie. So thought provoking that I had to take a nap every 10 minutes just to reboot my brain before focussing on the next part. SL is somewhat similar I think and I think that not because I dozed of the last time I was playing it.
But seriously, the possibilities for development of this game are immense. As our technology grows maybe we can get to experience the sights, smells, sounds and physical sensations that we feel in the virtual world by just plugging into some gadget. And I know how some people are going to make use of that. Grin !

Heat, Sweat, Humidity And Skewered Pigs

Boy ! Am I tired. The heat here is stifling and drains you. Bangalore was heaven. Here the air is grossly impregnated with humidity. You realize that when you start sweating the moment the fan is turned off. Two or three baths a day would be the norm for people who have any sense of hygiene or have the slightest bit of sympathy for other peoples nostrils. And body hair is an absolute no no. The more waxed up your body is the less is the discomfort associated with sweating. I've heard people say that they are sweating bullets. How can u sweat bullets ? You can sweat only sweat or I could say that "you can only sweat sweat". Now the thing in quotes looks very weird I have to say.
Even if the droplets of sweat that you exude are king size that doesn't make them resemble bullets by any stretch of imagination. Bullets are hard and steely and bring up images of blood and death to your mind when mentioned. It would be better to say that I'm sweating litres or higher measures of liquid volume in the metric system. Some also say that they are sweating like pigs. Do pigs sweat ? Ive seen pigs only a handful of times and that too not at a close range. I prefer keeping my distance. They aren't so hygienic if you know what I mean. And all those times I haven't seen their skin shine with sweat. Maybe its got to do with my poor eyesight. But I can vouch for the fact that they are dirty animals. They eat their own shit it seems. The other day I learnt that pigs die a horrible death at the hands of the butcher. They are not butchered in the usual way that other animals are - their heads aren't chopped off ! They actually don't have a neck and are hence fatally sodomized. Ouch ! Skewered is the word actually. Cant even imagine getting an enema for myself. Just imagine what the poor pigs must be going through just to be dead meat for pork crazy non vegetarians. The Chinese....yeah, they are the assassins. Chinese food invariably always contains pork unless its Gobi Manchurian or some such Indianized Chinese veg food that's being ordered. No offence to Chineese people. I eat a lot of chineese food. I dig Chineese chicks too. Infact, I would love to go to China and eat some Sushi and prance around in a kimono. Or was that Japan ? Oh please, if nothing else I love Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee. So dont bother trying to brand me a racist.

Vaastu Shastra, Superstitions and Swindling Preachers

My introduction was made today with a new science. The science of vaastu sastra. An ancient Indian science which deals with construction of buildings, mostly dwellings. Supposedly, the design or layout by which a house is constructed affects its inhabitants in awesome unknown ways. If you don't get the vaastu right, you don't get anything else right. The good thing is that there are remedial measures which albeit costly can give you the much needed sense of satisfaction of having ironed fatal architectural flaws that were previously unknown but present in your house. Its all in the mind I would say. Some people go to the extent of demolishing whole sections of their house which were marked as tainted by Vaastu experts and reconstructing them at great cost. Our house has a bunch of irregularities it seems as per vaastu. For me such things have always evoked an interest. It is mysterious, this science, and has a lot of unexplained illogical practices associated with it. My interest in it is third person in nature. I am interested in knowing and understanding but not in practising such weird sciences and haven't been prey to dodgy guys who ruin your peace of mind by planting all sorts of weird vaastu anomalies and their wicked consequences in your head. Once it gets personal, knowing that U might be affected by the faulty vastu in the form of gory early snuffing out of your life or huge losses in business or chance of a fire, flood and umpteen number of calamities, scares the living daylights out of anyone. By Jove if one attaches so much importance to mundane things like the shape of a window or the colour of your wall or the length and breadth of your bedroom, life would become intolerable. We all live in the cozy world of ignorance. Let it be. At least you have your peace of mind.