Boos taurus

Whoosh, and so the major moron appears on the scene and takes up his glass of milk. Did I say milk, I must have been mad. This ‘milk’ is not milked from some species called Bos taurus; this is distilled from some other source, and is damn heady once it is ingested.

What the heck, can one be not at peace with oneself for sometime in the day at least? Especially when one is at the office and is new. One is bound to feel nervous, and alienated and forlorn and doesn’t know a single thing about spatial aspects of one’s surroundings and is only aware of one’s desire to fit in the boots one has put on somehow.

Yeah, it’s just then that the thirst to drink this milk and offer it to others becomes a big need.

And so the moron takes charge and offers ‘milk’ for free and there are enough morons around to lap it up by the tubful and become friends. And you know you will murder for a such a friend if he just asks for it. I, you or the world could be a victim of this wonderful ingestion of pure and pristine ‘milk’.

Well it doesn’t end there does it, the milk has to be imbibed in camera and possibly in the midst of officials belonging to the other sex, if circumstances permit it.

Well, well, well, nice and nice and nice.

So the world moves on and the scum lives on!

Eucalyptus and onion

" Do I contradict myself?
I am large I contain multitudes"

They say its a folly to help your enemies, and they could be right. For your enemies would probably use the help to undermine you later, that is, if you give them a chance. This is as certain as the sun rises everyday.

But some of you wouldn't mind that would you? You would like to be the good Samaritan's to your enemies. You believe in doing good, even to your enemies. You would like to turn the other cheek all the time.

Oh man, not good for you, no not ever. Other than your cheek's getting bashed up, there is never any good coming out of it. Your opponents would relish such an opportunity to get you at a disadvantage. And weakness is the greatest disadvantage that you can have when you have enemies.

Weakness breeds doubts about right and wrong, about good and bad, about courage and cowardice. Weakness tends to make you believe one is the other, that bravery is cowardice and chickening out is the best of practices.

My advice is,

If you kill (even when you kill insects), do it in style, do it without regrets, do it as if you were born to do it. Not a touch of remorse should hamper your thoughts. That is the only way to do it. Do it with relish and panache.

But there are those amongst you who have been brought up with compassion for the vanquished at heart. Apart from being the most desultory feeling of all, it is a damned weakness. It is a human aberration. There are no models out there in the world for such a thing other than among humanity. This is a selfish preoccupation developed into a social syndrome.

So don't help your enemies if you can help it, it will turn out bad almost always.

Okay, if you have any doubts, ask around, people will tell you gruesome tales about the way things turned out when they did something god for those they hate. Well may be its not the nicest way to behave for those you call your enemies, but do they care? After all they are enemies, and they have to be true to their calling. They believe that the help they got was a lapse of judgment on your part.

May be they are right. In the first place you had no business to help them. If you did, it is for you to take the consequences.

Yet to me it has always been otherwise. I often do help my enemies, with both money and might. Why, you may ask. Is it because I am the nicest guy around in the world? Hardly my dears, hardly. I couldn't care less if my enemies go to the blazes. I would in fact be so glad that I would give a party to myself in such an event.

So then why do I try to help my foes?

Good question, one that I have often asked myself and the only answer that came out was that I am a bigger devil than they are. My reasons seem highly suspicious in truth. By doing that I am trying to assert my superiority over them in no uncertain manner. I would always make sure that that is the case, that I have them in my power and I am willing to kick them out of trouble just because I can do it.

Just because I can do it.

I would have no illusions about the out come of the event or its future ramifications. I normally am a confirmed misanthrope. I would not be easily deceived by the tricks others are trying to pull over me. In fact, I don't recognize anyone as my enemy at all in the truer sense. I mostly take my opponents as buttresses to bolster my ego. I don't give such a great value for them in my life. They are just a few nonentities to make use of, in my journey through life or to strengthen myself.

So in helping them I am not really acting out of compassion, I am really acting out of a necessity I find in myself, that of needing to distribute largess to others who ever they may be. Its not magnanimity at all. Its just a style of doing things to me.
What if they become stronger and come after me?

Well let the poor slobs try!

Oh my sweet (union) mamas in law

Mothers-in-law are tough nuts to crack, or so the experienced say.

They usually have a kind of a love -hate relationship with their sons in laws. And they would kill for their children, even going to the extent of doing totally away with their sons in laws to save their offspring.

These are all rumors. But as they say, there won't be smoke without fire.

May be this is something inherent in them or in the human race, who knows.

The problem that I am facing now has something to do with what I call mother-in-law complex among some of the staff I have to deal with. They were sworn enemies of one another before my advent to the scene. Initially the wimps used to shed cold tears when speaking of each other.

They hadn't seen anything other than effeminate buffoonery among their compatriots till I arrived and yet even that had made them cry. The moment I appeared they seem to have realized the bigger threat that is around and are now bunching together to hold up each others asses.

Their stupid union also seems to be afraid of me and is egging them on. They usually send scouts to survey how things are going with me. The other day a consumptive idiot came on such a mission and what's more the “single breath' had the audacity to confront me in person.

There are other such imbeciles around on call too. Our own Katrina Kaif is always holding on to a phone just to get a chance to call such despicable specimens into the workplace.( She is Forty, but dresses like she is sixteen and believes she is the heart throb of millions! I can bear conceit in proper places, but a hillbilly girl in her forties showing off like a teenager is too much to bear. Why couldn't the woman wear something decent?)

In short I have many mother in laws around in the place now.

Being the only real guy around (there are other 'guy's' if you want, but they are none better than apology of guy's) I am feared . None of the other members of the effeminate community likes to face me alone. They are probably afraid they would get 'violated' by my silent machismo.

Who knows I may have emasculated the previously male segment of the community by my mere presence among them. Only one lion could rule a pride!
This is hard on the subverted erstwhile males and they have now become converted into mothers in laws and is currently starting a fund to keep themselves fit for the fight against my masculinity.

Of course all this is their imaginations, but what to do, when fear enters submissive minds they can only act in a certain manner.

Continents

Tell me this, what would you do if somebody has you by the scruff of the neck and that somebody is much stronger than you?

Well, the answer is obvious; nobody likes to look that in- dignified before the others, so you would look around for support. And maybe, just maybe there would be others who have had the same experience and they would hopefully come to your aid. But that help may not be enough to extricate you from the brutal arms of the adversary.

Okay, I don’t know why I get this feeling that others believe I am kind of a strongman and have them by their necks. I don’t normally do that (that would be pretty heathen wouldn’t it, though there are enough people out there in the world who need some real shaking up in that way?) But that is another thing.

What I am worried about is the fear I instill in people around me, I am not joking about this, they really go in fear of me. There is no reason for that too, other than I have certain principles that might be seen as old fashioned in these unscrupulous times. Sadly some mistresses are beefing up their defenses with help of hubbies and irregulars. Because there is a charm in helping the weaker sex there are enough irregulars to go around.

Don’t mistake me; I have nothing against the character of these women. They would probably even cry if someone throws them a dirty look. But it’s not their chastity that is on examination here. It’s their fear, fear makes people club together, to attack together and to defend together.

It’s not only the women who fear me I learn, but all the effeminate guys in the environment are either thrilled at my nearness (so that there would be goose pimples rising over their hands) or normally empties their bladders at my very sight. This is not a rare happening too; I see it all the time. It may be an epidemic of incontinence.

Whatever it is, the poor darlings have got a whole continent of cowards armed to the teeth and I have to watch my step every time. They are said to have heard threatening that they would make me pack my bag and go.

The things that fear makes people do!

Huddles

May be there is something in a story, may be there’s only a story and everybody knows its end.

Whatever the case may be, I am interested in stories, if it has some savor to it the better. There are unsavory stories too, I like them sometimes because of the message they contain.

Aneesh came to me with a story just like that.

It’s a story about repressed feelings and acting out of those feelings.

It seems there were these few comrades; all of them would give their lives’ for others. They gave more than their lives it seems, and that is the story.

In the end, there was a big skirmish, all of their own making. Now they are huddled together and is giggling insensibly because there is nothing else left to do. Poor Aneesh, he seems to have been a member of this club too.

The story was of a denial of some sort. The denied became angry. Now certain people deny certain others certain things because they don’t like those people. What is denied is not of great importance. Its denial was a ruse, was about taking sides.

The denied and the deniers did not win. They realized it long after somebody put up a few notes.

Showing sympathy at the right time has benefits. Now these poor souls are giggling at each other.

Let them have their peace of mind!

Well Aneesh, you are a sad soul. You keep it up

The Alien /UFO question

I have been reading up on the Alien /UFO question lately. I may have been remiss in not doing so before. In fact I should have noted that we (the human race) are a culture which has lost everything we held dear to our heart and is in search for something to replace them with. There is a terrible vacuum growing inside our hearts which needs be filled. This fact has entered into every mind out there and is possibly generating newer quests into the known and unknown realms of knowledge. This search is not limited to the realm of science and philosophy anymore. It’s everyone’s business now.

This is a nice and welcome phenomenon, instead of receiving it with a fair bit of optimism; I may have dismissed it summarily. Thus I am in error no doubt, for no line of enquiry into the unknown is without value and can only be proved wrong or right after all its facets have been unraveled.

As a person who can laud the human spirit in all its endeavors to find truth I should have been prepared to accept any new form of interest without questioning its basis. In fact what is the real basis of human enquiry other than the quest for truth? No doubt, the intelligent have reduced our civilization to such a pass that we do not any more believe in a central truth. Instead we have relative truths, fragmentary realities which lead us to nowhere other than into the realm of uncertainties.

The scientists have even lifted up the principle of uncertainty into the status of a minor deity. No wonder the general public has lost hope and is searching in the weirdest quarters to find a believable explanation for our existence. This need is so vital to us; we yearn to find a foot-hold in a crumbling world. Some shrewd customers in the hierarchy of power have been working on this nature of our consciousness and have supplied the rudiments of a system to further this line of enquiry.

Instead of god’s we now have aliens.

I know these guys are after Control; it’s only a version of divide and rule. But yet it may yield something in its wake. It may even surprise those who have started it in the end. There have been such instances in the human history. I can’t rule out the chance of something happening in this manner. Yet my primary thought is that of caution, we can’t be blinded by our inner yearnings for an explanation to disregard the barest common sense. I have a reason for saying this.

Our mind is quite incapable of standing by itself. We need something to rely on, some host mechanism to fall back upon. That’s why we invented god in the first place. Once we invented him we were living in peace, untouched by trouble and certain that there is someone (though mythical) who is looking after our interests. We were only in search of a prop, not anything reliable, for inside our hearts we knew that such a thing is impossible. We sort of filled god up with every fine thing we located amongst ourselves. The god grew and became so obese that he became stagnant. Now he is so blown out of proportions that he can’t even take care of himself. He needs wars and missionaries to do that. But even they are not sure whether the god is alive or not!

Our personal god has died a sad death and there can’t be any question about it. The only remaining option is that suggested by Nietzsche of elevating ourselves into the status of Gods or supermen. This is an internal exercise and can only be supplemented frugally from without. Our consciousness is evolving and is starting to realize its true potential. We do not need to supplement it from without. The alien question may be one such that’s directing us towards this state.

Anyway my heart goes out to the ardent souls who get involved with the alien /UFO thing on the net. Believe me, I am not faking it and making a joke at their expense as some do. I am in earnest here! I like these guys for what they are. They are honest souls and they are after the truth. Sincerity is one thing which still touches my heart. I go all mellow inside whenever I see a sincere human soul -sincere to any cause that is, this feeling of mine is blind to the creeds they belong to. Sincerity is a rare quality in a human being, while most distrust it in people, I admire it.

It is nice to believe in something than not believe in anything. It takes some guts to do that. Faith is childlike; it won’t take nay for an answer. So whenever I see a person with faith I am delighted, I feel protective about them, I feel worried that they might lose this faith someday and would be broken. Simple belief has something going for it. It gave us the myths, they were vibrant and looked after us for a long time, till people tried to kill them with their superior knowledge.

I am a great fan of mystery, have been always. I love mysterious beings and mysterious happenings. Our ordinary life is so dull and un- interesting that we may need to take recourse to fantasy every now and then to relieve the tedium. So I have nothing against the Aliens and UFO’s, the fact is that they have now become a part of our consciousness and would remain for some time still. So I love pro Alien /UFO set. I love their simple hearted belief in the thing. In fact I love those who have a simplistic belief and approach in life. I envy them in fact. I am too disillusioned to be so. I have drunk all the bitterness of the world up, to be like that, in my beliefs.

But sadly I don’t yet believe in aliens or UFO’s. This is not merely because I haven’t seen any of them in my life (I don’t consider that thing I saw to be any alien vehicle, though I joked about it, it could have been an optical illusion,) but it is more because we do not need them for our growth or anything else. We may have been an infant civilization once; we may have needed help then. May be someone provided it and may be they didn’t. That’s all past now. Now we have more pressing problems with us than the aliens.
Yet I am ready to defend the right of those who believe in these things in all the ways I can. Honestly I would prefer dying by the hand of a sincere believer than by the hand of some scrupulous charlatan who fakes his beliefs, if I had to die so. To be frank most of us are such charlatans, and great dissemblers in our lives. We may say that we have no other options and that may be right too, but it muddies up the world terribly.

So my well wishes to you, alien-ufo believers……

Self doubts

Here I am, troubled by self doubts again.

But really, why are people like this, we do one thing and they guess some thing else. We want to help and they turn hostile!

Hostility turned inwards is hate, and hate can be a little too much to handle at times.

Here I was trying to help a poor bugger thinking he deserved it, and it turns out he doesn’t need it……

He does need it badly, but wouldn’t admit it; it amounts to the same thing. We get laughed at for what amount of good we did.

Well, I know, no sane person really cares about what others think of him and what he does, it is not that, it is the hidden animosity that is troubling. Not from others but the recipient. No, we don’t expect them to be servile because we did a favor to them -for the rest of their lives. That would be obscene. But at least we expect recognition.

Well, who does recognize whom these days! We do a good turn to somebody out of good will and we appear as the dumbest person alive!

My friends say I was crazy to do that. The problem is, people have become wise, and none expects any thing from any one other than by way of coercion.

That is acceptable, because there is no loss of face involved. I should have guessed it; none needs any crumbs of bread other than by way of the sweat of their ‘wicked’ brow.

Hello Satan, how are you! (Perhaps I am a little too self righteous?)