I agree with Sean Paul Kelley on his views about India , though a tad bit exaggerated .This is what India is like at the moment but are other countries any better?! Mexico, Pakistan , most of the African continent, Bangladesh and countless other nations …are in ‘deep shit’ if I borrow what he implies !I can quote hundreds of examples of other nations who are worse than India in every sense, be it cultural, political, human rights violations etc! Mr Kelly seems to be one of those agents of ‘Western imperialism’ (courtesy: Mr Kelly) who really want to portray India in a bad light. Poor chap seems to have missed his daily quota of nocturnal drinks during one of his sojourns in the railways! You know how frustrating it can be! I take his ramblings that of a Westerner who can’t digest India becoming noticed given the recent happenings after Uncle Sam visited India . For a person who keeps on changing from one profession to the other, we can imagine how fickle poor Mr Kelly’s mind can be!
..a collection of tommy boy's thoughts and ideas over the years...
Saturday, 20 November 2010
Monday, 25 January 2010
THE BOATMAN'S DILEMMA
I am Charon, the old boatman
who ferries you all towards the light,
Whoever crosses over to the underworld
I ferry them in the night.
Death has brought me yet again
a body embalmed not bare;
But this time I do not see my coin
have they forgotten or just unaware?
Oaring across this great River Styx
the coins have kept me going;
I always demand my fare and dues
if not then I would not be rowing.
Should I make an exception risky and
take this poor old soul aboard?
Will the great King Hades understand my stance
or throw this wretched old man overboard?
'Brave' Hercules threateningly had gotten across,
Another who had sung his way to fame;
Had I been weak and lenient with a few?
Or should I have beaten them at their own game.
Hence I have decided to take aboard the old timer
and ferry him to the Land of the Dead
For I know tomorrow when this ferryman dies
some good soul would definitely ferry me ahead!
Thursday, 14 January 2010
'Lords' of the Riverside!
The bickering lords had started the discussion many moons ago.They sat around and discussed.They drank around and discussed.Various ideas had sifted thru their minds.
They held commoners in contempt and dismissed their ideas. With bloated egos, they ran down everyone who came in their way. Living in their own warped world, they seemed to have lost track of their roots, or so The Person thought...Only time would tell...
The rift between the lords and the commoners happened with the arrival of The Godman. Of all people, the Godman! The Godman served the lords and maybe THE LORD too.He came across as a rather ' चालु 'person, eager to please the powers that be....(to be contd)
They held commoners in contempt and dismissed their ideas. With bloated egos, they ran down everyone who came in their way. Living in their own warped world, they seemed to have lost track of their roots, or so The Person thought...Only time would tell...
The rift between the lords and the commoners happened with the arrival of The Godman. Of all people, the Godman! The Godman served the lords and maybe THE LORD too.He came across as a rather ' चालु 'person, eager to please the powers that be....(to be contd)
Saturday, 9 January 2010
Sozzled philosophers of the Midlands!
Both reeked of achohol when they sat down on the sofa. It was a Saturday morning a few years ago. They had come to 'lecture' about life and its intricacies,especially here in the United Kingdom. A fine Saturday morning. So many things to be done. So many plans to be executed. But no, the visitors had other plans. Some sort of agenda played on their faces and minds.
The Rat Faced ignoramus was an yes man. Yesman to the core. Lacking sophistication and culture. Blabbing away throughout with his funny anecdotes and trying to impress with his little nuggets of wisdom. Ratface's narration and attitude would make everyone want to puke.
The Hep Guy was more randy than a gigolo. A wave of his undergarment near a fertile hip was all that was needed for a nine-month countdown, or so the folklore goes.. His reputation preceded him. He did everything to make others think he was hep. He always had a coterie around him. He and his band of merry men always did everything to make their life merry. But beneath that happy-go-lucky facade lay a sinister,plotting mind.
"Dirty mind"! Gulshan Grover would say.
Heppy started the lecture fuelled by Dutch courage“ Life is an adjustment” he announced! All of a sudden I could see him morphing into Baba Ramdev, with the long black beard and a halo around his head!... Or so it seemed! Lo behold! someone has spoken a great truth that none were aware of!! LIFE IS AN ADJUSTMENT! He went on lecturing and Ratface went on nodding. In between, Ratface did add in a few of his observations which were overflowing with heavenly wisdom.
I was enlightened! I felt like The Buddha under the Bodhi tree!(TO BE CONTD....)
The Rat Faced ignoramus was an yes man. Yesman to the core. Lacking sophistication and culture. Blabbing away throughout with his funny anecdotes and trying to impress with his little nuggets of wisdom. Ratface's narration and attitude would make everyone want to puke.
The Hep Guy was more randy than a gigolo. A wave of his undergarment near a fertile hip was all that was needed for a nine-month countdown, or so the folklore goes.. His reputation preceded him. He did everything to make others think he was hep. He always had a coterie around him. He and his band of merry men always did everything to make their life merry. But beneath that happy-go-lucky facade lay a sinister,plotting mind.
"Dirty mind"! Gulshan Grover would say.
Heppy started the lecture fuelled by Dutch courage“ Life is an adjustment” he announced! All of a sudden I could see him morphing into Baba Ramdev, with the long black beard and a halo around his head!... Or so it seemed! Lo behold! someone has spoken a great truth that none were aware of!! LIFE IS AN ADJUSTMENT! He went on lecturing and Ratface went on nodding. In between, Ratface did add in a few of his observations which were overflowing with heavenly wisdom.
I was enlightened! I felt like The Buddha under the Bodhi tree!(TO BE CONTD....)
Thursday, 29 January 2009
the Boorish Whore, the Fat Manipulator and the Ugly One..!
.........................................................
During one of his umpteen journeys , the Person came across the triad .
It all began when the Person came to the Talkers. All the talkers knew and did , as was expected of them was talk , talk and talk. Never to blame! All they were required to do was talk on a subject they were supposed to know..Still many of them
slipped on the subject , some had a great fall like Humpty Dumpty at times..In course of time, they started talking about other subjects ! things they didnt know or werent aware of..Subjects and materials they could never fathom..
the triumvirate thought they controlled...THOUGHT...
the whore was dumb, ugly one was ugly as expected and SHREWD , and the Fat Lady sang!!
She "sang" thru out the day,tried to make the others sing too..
Subtle at first, the crescendo rose to a pitch the Talkers couldnt bear...
(to be contd..)
During one of his umpteen journeys , the Person came across the triad .
It all began when the Person came to the Talkers. All the talkers knew and did , as was expected of them was talk , talk and talk. Never to blame! All they were required to do was talk on a subject they were supposed to know..Still many of them
slipped on the subject , some had a great fall like Humpty Dumpty at times..In course of time, they started talking about other subjects ! things they didnt know or werent aware of..Subjects and materials they could never fathom..
the triumvirate thought they controlled...THOUGHT...
the whore was dumb, ugly one was ugly as expected and SHREWD , and the Fat Lady sang!!
She "sang" thru out the day,tried to make the others sing too..
Subtle at first, the crescendo rose to a pitch the Talkers couldnt bear...
(to be contd..)
Saturday, 10 January 2009
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