Euthanasia on the prowl

Watch this and start thinking

Stoppo the Riddilo

Hell, of late I have been appologising right and left. But what the duck for. I’ll be damned if I know!There is this little voice inside me telling to appologise and be repentant. It wouldn’t say what for!

I am asking around now. May be some little fucker may know. I asked the tiny gods who live in fear of me. They wouldn’t ope their sweet mouthies. I asked men ( dangerous species!) but would they give it away? Ha, ha you can bloody well think again!

As a last resort I called up my trusted Lucifer.

Luce boy, what’s cooking?

I am innocent.

He declared.

For heavens sake be serious for a sec. I am having the runs here.

Luce looked put out. He is my intelligence guy. He wouldn’t want me inside there all the time.

He started to muse. Pretty dangerous stuff that. I did not make him to muse. I manufatured him to act.

Darlingo, I am in half a mind to kick your ass with that stupid tail and all.

I roared.

Luce came out of the reverie.

You think I tempted her?

He asked peevishly. Luce is fantastically fond of riddles. I often wonder at my own ingenuity in making him. Did I kick the tucker in real good that time!

It was one time though. The rest of the make is pretty useless.

He mumbled.

Did you think one could tempt her?

Stoppo the riddilo! Speak understandish.

I roared again.

Lemme tell you a secret.

He said with taut face.

Fire……. No no wait wait, strong action don’t agree with my stomocho at present. Let it come in a trickle.

You made her, you should know, it was she who tempted me.

Well what with this appologising stuff and the terrible runs I was toatally opaque then. Nothing klicking inside the primordial cranium.

Don’t shuffle my boy, cut the cards and deal stright. No tricks this time, daddy is too tired for that kinda shit.

Man, I am telling you, there is a lotta shit going on in the world about me and eve. None of them is declassified. Its utter crap. I didn’t tempt eve, she tempted me.

So that’s how the land lies. I was illumined.

That was a bit of a roundabout way to tell a truth my lad. Well no matter, daddy’s becoming brighter by the day.

The truth was bitter, I thought it better break you into it slowly.

Damn thoughtful of you, Sweetum. So your gestappo says that?

Non stoppo sire.

Brilliant worko son. I can always depend upon you. You are the one devil my heart is after boy, you know that?

Is there any other sire?

No. Of course not. Fantastically and fantabulously done.

Have I ever failed you my liege?

Now the thought sickness was kicking into gear in me.

So you say an appology is in order?

Luce started to muse again.

Or you can make it harder on you.

Oh what the hell, you are dismissed Luce. Let me take up a pen and parchment.

Luce departed and I pensively etched in the parchment.

To whom so ever it may concerno,

I eologize every one who has experienced imaginary slights at my hands.

yours affectionately,

The God Almighty

Back In My Village

Visited my village recently

Its the cultivation time it seems.




Found a new member added to the family



LOOKS PRETTY FIERCE DOESNT HE?

Thinking Hard

Now, I have been thinking hard about life for the last few days, little wonder nothing has come out.

Natural, no doubt.

Life is such an enigma, but what is an enigma?

You had me there mate. That stumps me. Some say, it’s a riddle, puzzle, or mystery (You see it is not like of old. I have access to thesauruses). Well what are those?

Again I got stumped there. I did not ever get stumped when I was playing cricket. I was pretty street smart to do that.

Not that the wicket keepers didn’t try, they did, but I was too fast for them. I rarely left the crease, and when I did I got my bat on to the ball every time.

I was a smart player of the spin.

For those who don’t know, it’s a weird sort of bowling people do on a cricket field. In after life they would have very crooked fingers.

Check on Subramaniam Chandrasekhar. He got his entire arm crooked bowling spin. Damn dangerous stuff to indulge in for a long time.

Well I was talking about life and word meanings wasn’t I? What has it to do with cricket?

Everything my man, everything.

Have you played cricket? If you haven’t you don’t know that it’s a game of dame luck.

Well who is this dame?

It’s the personification of the weird factor which influences some of our lives. It is severally described as chance, circumstances, accidents that turn the course of our lives.

You need luck to be a good cricket player, and you need luck to live your lives. See the similarity? If you haven’t, then meditate, contemplate, and regurgitate.

The last word had me in an agitation. I seem to have seen it somewhere.

I know the meaning. But have forgotten it now.

Really it is so exasperating, I don’t think that I can repeat it again, maybe it is good to go over everything that we learned, to restate our words, to reiterate or rehearse once more what we have to say before doing it again. It might be like a recital of some sort.

Say again?

You mean whatever am I talking about?

Good question. As I have no answer for that I am signing off for now. ; )

Inspiration needed

Where did all my inspirations go? Now I only have respiration it seems! Oh I can see the glee on your fizzes, it’s nice, I have been waiting so long to catch sight of that.

They have a theory somewhere that “ugly is beautiful”. I believe in such theories when it suits me.

So, your gleeful mugs are like that of Isabella Sanchez (I am guessing, there could be some great beauty like that in the Latin American countries) to me. Delectable.

Yet where did my inspirations go really?

No idea, I seem totally dumb of late. Well some would say that that it’s not hot news. Oh I agree, but I was not speaking of the intellectual pursuits that some highly evolved beings indulge in, I was talking about my predicament in updating the blog.

This is a must and the very mustard seed for me. I am not kidding folks. If I did not do something silly every day what would my devoted enemies think? They would cry outright. And honestly I would not want to hear that braying at all. I have a very musical ear.

This is what compassion is all about, being kind you your sworn enemies. In the coming ages people would talk about me and my great humility and kindness and sweet nature. I would just, that is very just fall short of Father Damien and Baba Amte. If no one knows about them, well folks don’t sit like mountains of sloth, stir yourselves up (or down as you prefer) and look the guys up.

May be they are in the Wikipedia, or else they would be in the library. Only, when you meet them don’t tell them that I sent you there. They are suspicious of me as it is. I am fast catching up in the area of humility and as to others; I have already out shown them.

Baba Amte recently told me when I caught up with him.

Are bhaiyya (Brothers and sisters of the entire universe) kaai keliye mere ped mien aise martha hai. (Don’t volunteer for scientific experiments.)

I only said “Ji”

It is like the ‘gee’ of English.

Pretty strong expletive.

He seemed pretty sore at me.

Most people are.

Anyway none of that solves my pickle.
I am trying to stir my brains up for what it is worth. It is still a brain is it not?

It might again save me!

Demise of an actor

It’s a bit belated, but I grieve over the death of Murali, actor par par excellence in our cinema. We have so many good actors that it is difficult to place one over the others. But Murali was an intellectual as well, that is a rare combination. Actors are normally sensitive and emotional, but rarely show the capability to think when they act. This man did and often surprised us with the results. Murali thus was an exception to the general run of actors that we have, though all of them are unbelievably good.

You can only wonder at their talent when you learn of the pressures under which they work. The Malayalam Movie industry is a very small one and the money flow into it is limited compared to the others in the land. Often movies are shot within two or three weeks and the actors have to perform without rehearsals and any other preparations. They may sometimes have to rely entirely on promptings to do their bit. This can be extremely confusing for even the best. There are no prepared scripts to be looked into or study before. Even the skeletal scripts could change without notice in the process of making the movie. And an actor may have to act every day (in different sets) to make a living out of what he does. May be in the morning he acts in one part of a movie and in the evening he does another part in a different movie. There are no call sheets as such here. There are only verbal arrangements. All this could affect performance.

But they are all gifted artists and can grasp a situation in a second and relying on their vast experience could bring the characters alive on screen. None in the land would compare with them in anyway. I am not saying this out of pride, but because it is the fact. I have seen the successful remakes of our movies in Hindi and other Indian languages. They would have the whole original movie to study. They spend millions and billions in making them. They could take years to complete the movie. But unfortunately the results are regrettable.

In emoting, in presenting dialogues, in screen presence and in most other departments these remakes look like indistinct and distorted copies of the original movie. We are pretty choosey here in this state. We would not venture out to see dumb artists playing dumb roles in a movie. We spurn even the good ones, if there are some minor flaws.

I don’t think Murali has ever failed us. He was a little different from others in the sense that he was a major actor in the contemporary theatre in the state. This chiseled a particular style into him. He was more of a body actor that an ‘expressive’ actor. I think he carefully stepped away from that style. He relied more on muscle control and limb control to achieve a lively effect. Not that he was any bad at emoting in the normal style. But this was his signature style.

Internal turmoil and terror could easily be depicted by certain techniques of internalizing emotion. It would have an overall effect when we see it. But to control facial muscles and make them do ones bidding is not easily done. I have seen the man’s face literally breaking up into hundreds of bits in one scene in a movie. The whole muscle structure in the face participated in the exhibition. It was no freak phenomenon coming out of emotional involvement. It was a real study in facial muscle control.

A difficult feat to duplicate as most other actors openly admitted.
This was an intelligent variation to movie acting. I like him for it. He was not very popular as most others in the movies, but there were roles only a man of his talent could have enacted. He would be sorely missed by the discerning.

Legalizing dope

Amusing but it’s true, you can approach a police man in Amsterdam and ask him to direct you to the best place to buy Cannabis! The Netherlands have legalized the selling of cannabis and it is available everywhere. You can buy it like you buy the newspaper and toffees from any of the stalls you see around.

I am not mentioning it for nothing. One of our poor jail wardens have been arrested for possession of some 500 grams of ganja. The man looked unfazed but a little bewildered too at the ‘atrocity’ of catching him for something totally harmless as the possession of weed. I don’t wonder at it. He is being treated shoddily by the system.

Oh I truly feel for the guy, he is a victim of circumstances, everyone knows that our jails are the ‘rest houses’ for our fine and upstanding criminals. They are in there to rest and recuperate for a while. We are duty bound to supply them with all the amenities of (psychedelic?) life while they are there. Consider the service they are rendering to the general public.

And you arrest a poor guy who was trying to do his duty by the country and the society!

Imagine having to face his fierce “customers” when he goes to them without the “Buddha” after taking their money for it. It’s even difficult to face little children when they are really pissed off as you know. Think of facing a bunch of highly vindictive and wrathful criminals!

One has to look after ones family doesn’t one? When they are upset they won’t stop at you. These are in and out of the rest house all through the year. When they cut off your limbs they don’t make any distinction between the nose and your prick. You can’t live like that with your family can you?
Looking after one’s and the families’ interest is the one important thing in life. In fact it has been shown as the primary responsibility of man in Manu Smrithi. Shouldn’t one be respectful to ancient codices of the land? What are you saying man!

Well a man could take only that much. Look at the Netherlands for instance; they peeked into the medical aspects of the Cannabis question. There was nothing to prove that the stuff is harmful to people or otherwise. That’s the one good thing about modern science. There are no final opinions on anything.

Well by restricting cannabis circulation the governments have only promoted spurious trade of adulterated stuff up to now. This violates whatever articles there are in the constitutions’ against adulteration, thus compromising the health of the people. In some case the drug has also been shown helpful to certain types of people in treating their real or imaginary ailments.


Anyway there were some wise and intelligent guys in that land for sure.

They legalized the selling of cannabis. It is notable that there has been no significant rise in the number of cannabis users in the society after the legalization. In fact the average age of the users went up from the teens to the grownups. Spurious trade stopped, state started earning revenue from the sale tax too (this I am guessing. I have not seen any mention of taxes for the stuff anywhere in the Netherlands. May be they have done away with taxation altogether!)

Well that’s what I call an enlightened polity. We should have such men around in this land instead of the boorish idiots who talk about “Desh ki mahaan sanskar” (the great culture of our land). They know nothing of what they are taking about.

No doubt ours is a great culture. But not because what these moralistic dolts think. It was a great culture and is still a great one in certain respects because of the broadness in its outlook. It had called the exponents of every faith Rishi’s (seers). It did not make any distinctions between a Vatsyayana, Charvaka, Buddha or Kabir. All were considered equally great and worthy of respect. It’s a culture which respects Aghoris who practice extreme forms of search for truth.

We were a liberal and enlightened lot before the imbeciles calling themselves the saviors of the land got on the podiums and started preaching to us what is good for us. (It always surprises me how every people in the world manage to send the worst specimens to represent themselves in the government. This is some sort of a congenital disorder.)

There began the real down fall of our great culture. A culture which was broad minded enough to etch erotic postures on temple walls ( try the Christian, Muslim, and Buddhist faiths for something similar, and you will learn what I am talking about. They would cringe at the very mention of it, saying that a pagan, uncouth and totally uncivilized people don’t know any better.

Well they would be right too, won’t they? We are a loose and ‘faithless’ people who sees the good side in everything, pretty nauseating for the one god- one way- one principle type of people. They could never see the walls around them even if it’s pointed out to them by some well meaning people.

Anyway let us laud the Hollanders for their illumined outlook on life.

The parable about meaninglessness

I have often found the same myth appearing in different cultures in the same form and with barely altered outlines. The Greek myth about Sisyphus appears in our language in almost the same form but with a different accent on its outcome.
Sisyphus seems to have been condemned to roll a stone up a mountain and see it fall just when it is about to reach the summit after all the hard work. He was being punished for being selfish. But the same story undergoes a transformation in our country. In it the action of the person rolling up the stones is taken to depict the futility of worldly activities and their ultimate outcome.

The character in our version of the myth rolls the large stone up the mountain everyday and would reach the summit after a day’s continuous toil. But unlike in the Greek myth he never loses control of the stone at any time. Yet after he successfully reaches the summit, he voluntarily lets the stone roll down to the base of the mountain and laughs and claps his hands.

He is called a madman in our myth, but a mad man blessed with powers and philosophical insight. There are several such stories about him in the land.
You invest everything in something that you do, but in the end it only takes a split second to destroy it all. Many things may come to destroy it, death, diseases, circumstances, interferences from others and so on.

Anyway this mad man seems to agree with our racial genius. Some in this land considers him the only philosopher worthy of note!

War is not nice

Hmm, I am displeased. I am hopping mad; I am going haywire over here! For the last hour or so I had been walking up and down in my room trying to understand the world. It’s a pretty tough business, there is no way you could understand it, it’s a programme which recreates itself and gets out of hand. It’s rumored that even the god does not understand it anymore. Good grief (can the grief be good? Well who is asking whom?)

He (the God) is currently on a vacation thinking things over and the inside information tells us that he is kicking himself for creating the wucking forld. I feel sorry for him too. I have also seen my creations getting out of bounds and turning against me. Well you can’t do anything about it. All creations are like that, they live their own life the moment they are produced and sent out into the world.

It’s a sad case.

My grievances are not minor anyway. It’s gargantuan in fact.

Who would have thought that my repository of jokes would yield more visitors than the great stuff I put out in my other two blogs! It has stumped me. You should see me now and the expression on my face. You would not need to watch any more funny stuff from that time onwards. Even I can’t stop laughing at my own expressions and you know that I am as serious a guy as ever lived.

What sort of a world is this where genuine crap is not appreciated while the crap dished out by others is taken up in no time? Is no world at all.

Well on serious reflection, I can’t blame them too. The stuff that I am currently dishing out in this blog is not the tastiest of all. It’s wicked and vindictive. It is aimed to hurt and maim and drive people up the walls, but not my dear good meaning visitors anyway. My ill luck is that I am a great genius caught up in a terrible war. This war robs me off every ounce of creativity and is making me do things that I would be otherwise ashamed of. The only consolation is that, there is nothing wrong in love and war.

If I was in love, I would go all out and do every stupid thing in the world to get her who I love. I would not mind if the whole world rises up against me. There are no half measures in these things. When you go out to war, you go out to war; you don’t go out half way and stand on the field thinking about philosophical points of views like Arjuna of Mahabharata.

It’s your stupid ass that at stake.

Not everyone has a Krishna to kick them awake and send them into war. I certainly have no one to do that. I am my own Siva and Krishna. I do not think when I am in a fray, I only react and rely on my instincts to save myself. If those instincts can’t save me, then nice manners are not going to save me either.

It’s a bloody field out there folks; it’s a deadly serious business. So there won’t be any apology on my part for whatever I do. It’s not a case of thinking realistically and acting wisely. There is no such thing in the world, no one work that way, none of the Alexander’s, Napoleons and Lenins and Lincoln’s did. None could do that. While you sit in a chair it is easy to spew philosophy without end, but when you are out to do something there is only will and determination to assist you.

Well though I am grieved that my other real blogs are not catching any one at present, I consoling myself that my genius would attract people to me once again.

Well life is nothing but hope is it not?