How those in power treat society..ask yourself that question. Are you aware? Do you have reason to be unhappy? Are you willing to step "up to that plate"?

Its started to rain again, joy!

A full inventory of anything is a shitty place to start. This is especially true for a lawyer. What do you do when you dislike intensely what you do and the people you surround yourself with?

I'd like to find a script.

Would you like to be cremated or is that too much of an after life risk, ending up as one of Hayao Miyazaki's sooties in the after life.

How do you have sex with a picnic table??Its on Leno, must be true!

Its astounding how an outstanding advertisement can go so woefully wrong if its used for the wrong product. Please see the new Frankfinn advert and make up your own minds, unless already prejudiced by my remark.

For chipper

I wish I had chosen a team that was not Bangalore. My children and their children are destined to be like fans of West Bromwich Albion or the Chicago Cubs..oh well, they could be born with tails.

Where is your God?

What justification do your religions provide for a God who kills thousands of people? His wisdom is unquestioned, beyond our understanding is a cop-out that I have neither the time nor the patience with.

I'll ride down the "sin" river with you and merely for the sake of argument agree to the notion that grown men and women might have "sins" which warrant "infinite justice" but how do you justify the death of those who have barely began to live. Babies, both born and unborn. The eastern philosophical idea of Karma just doesn't cut it. Somehow in death all does not go back to zero and an innocent must suffer the consequences of my actions in another time, in another place, little knowing the reason for the persecution.

I feel we are at a stage in human thought and understanding where we have outgrown the idea of "God" as is generally understood under most organised religion. Humans have learnt to forgive in their finite wisdom what the Gods in their infinite never could.

I'm not religious, I never have been. What I want to ask you now is, why are you?

For those who've gone before

Estranged family and long forgotten friends are always difficult to talk to. Neither form a credible part of your life anymore, yet they have each played a part in shaping your past. A portion of my being called a coolie and thrown off a train is to their credit and here we exist in a world pretending it never happened, or that it was all well meaning tom-foolery (wonder where that phrase comes from).

Well spaced-the key to human happiness

In the great tradition of ghost tales from "here and there" I have one that used to curdle my blood as a child. So incredibly thrilling twas that it was made staple everytime all of us gathered at our ancestral orchard, with a dim fire burning in the furnace (I'd like to think that that was the only light in the room, but alas this was a power surplus state and we had electricity pretty early on), warming our throats and our bellies. Certain amongst us particularly enjoyed laying on our backs on prickly rugs (which could not be felt in any case, owing to the ability of overlayering, at which most mothers excel), our bare hands and (sometimes) feet, feeling most of the prickliness. I could never decide whether it was more like an elephants back or your shirt when you get a haircut, neither which is worse.

 

By the fire, full bellies, wooden floors (unpolished beautiful deodar wood), slate roofs and Thomas Alva Edison's miracle attracting its fair share of admirers, who I was told fly towards the moon when all lights were switched off.

 

I tried this once and sat by the window (s) of my favourite room (it was open on three sides), with a pair of binoculars (which, belonged to my uncle and we were forbidden, by pain of death, to touch) and I didn't see one little bug make its way towards the infinite vacuum of space, perhaps the bugs in my grandmothers youth were greater and bigger and better, just like the grand snowfalls of yore, the snowfalls during our regular sized winters were always miniscule by comparison, or the workethic for that matter, of not just people, but the cattle who'd plough a field all day and night as well as the dogs who'd take on leopards and (oddly enough) hyenas?! These were lazy times and technology had made lazy bastards out of us all, including the insects, they'd much rather just fly around a bulb now than build rockets and shoot themselves some 300,000 kilometers to the real sweetness, philistines!

 

The story. Gently tickled by the rugs and the fire and the odd smell of wood, both burnt and as floor, I wondered if the wood on the floor felt sad for its brothers whom we so enjoyed chucking into the orange-yellow glow of the fire, or whether the floor-wood plotted its own death by fire and as consolation taking us all with it as a final, desperate act of retribution for all its brethren we had so mercilessly whored for heat over the years. It would be in the great tradition of the Rajput queens and princesses, whose fled successors were actually and ironically torturing the entire wood family in the first place.

 

Seriously, the story. My grandmother would start in the local dialect, which I to this date cannot understand, its is one of my minor regrets in life not quite as great as being musically deficient and artistically challenged (which reminds me of a line used (by a chap who played Antonio to my Bassanio in our house play, I wore a grey suit, no frills, that was sad..) in my school magazine this one time when I was editing it "the Cottonians used their autistic skills to impress the judges", they might as well have and if used in the above structure would make me, well "normal").

 

Man I am feeling really lazy now and as much as I would like to be inspired by the bugs that build air-conditioning and repair their homes with spit (look up termites and spiders (its not spit but close enough) I am a victim of technology and this keyboard that relaxes every tendon in my hands and wrist as I type on it, leaving me unable to do anything but nap.

 

I shall leave the actual story for the next session; trust me it’s so not worth all this trouble.

 

I wonder if my heels are plotting to overthrow my brain.

I never knew Lucky Luke was a Belgian version of Jessee James.

It never rains here, nightmare.

Railways

I'll always like railway stations much more than I like airports. They give me a sense of what a world without fear could be like.

I was just reading the back up plans that the Indian Fashion Week supposedly has in place incase of  another "wardrobe malfunction"(and this is just one of the many reasons Justing Timberlake is a bellend, and the fact that he makes more money than me and sleeps with well umm not cameron diaz umm actually just the fact that he makes more money than me alone), whatever happened to calling it a simple breast exposure?! What made me laugh was the Fashion Week chappies' plan's B and C incase this happend. Plan B- Models should wear nipple tape and Plan C- (and this is classic) they hit the lights!

Its a breast people, every second person on earth (and some men) has one!

The victorians have gotten over exposed breasts, isn't it time we did too..more serious issues, like who Deepika Padukone is dating..down the toilet.

Is there such a thing as toe cancer?

The rice game!

Play the rice game and for every correct answer you donate rice to the World Food Program- http://www.freerice.com/index.php. Brilliant concept.

Hey! exactly 11 months!! Now I'm excited.

Scrubs episodes telecast in India are edited of the "Gandhi" bits that Dr.Cox uses when referring to Turk.

Is this a nation completely losing its sense of humour? I have a tendency to disagree because I meet funny people everyday on the street and I believe if Gandhi himself were to watch Scrubs he'd in all likelyhood not go on hunger strike.

Today was an interesting day also because I got to experience the generosity of strangers. I decided to drive aimlessly until I ended up at a Shiv temple in a nameless village that could have been anywhere in this country. The people were warm, welcoming and treated me to two of the best ladoos I have had in a long long time.

I'd one day like to be able to understand Rugby.