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August 31, 2006

News Of The Day: Sex Doll Rafts and Apparatus Abuse

Some people would do just about anything to get their jollies but when someone really does have 'fun' they get all uppity and ban the person from having some real recreational fun.

A participant in the annual Sex Dolls Rafting Tournament near St Petersburg was disqualified in shame for "sexual abuse of apparatus", .... According to Mosnews's entertaining commentary, as "strong wind and flow snatched out resilient dolls from strong men's hands", only 40-year-old Igor Osipov was left to make the final climactic dash to the finish line. At this point, however, "the jury then noticed Osipov's strange position and told him to moor. When he came out of the water, gazers saw signs of recent sexual activity on the swimmer's doll."

Now, what could be the signs of 'recent sexual activity'?

August 30, 2006

Quote Of The Day: Dalai Lama on WiFi

"The internet's contribution to the diffusion and dissemination of knowledge and information is truly remarkable.

"By itself the internet cannot feed the poor, defend the oppressed, or protect those subject to natural disasters, but by keeping us informed it can allow those of us who have the opportunity to give whatever help we can."

Snake in Kudlu Paradise

I've always wondered why Eve didn't run for her life when the snake made its presence known to her. I, for one, did an about turn after I made an eye to eye contact with a long brown snake just as I entered my garden. The snake slithered off under a nearby bush and I ran towards the house screaming like a hysterical banshee.

By the time my helpers came running, the snake had moved off from the bush to another hiding place. I couldn't believe there had been a snake living in our garden all this while. The whole place had become a mini jungle and there was adequate reason for us to go on a snake safari with waist high grass growing all around the 600sq feet ground and trees with branches that nearly touched the ground.

We used to trample through the place looking for ripened fruits, lemons and grass for the rabbits. Our blissful ignorance of another silent presence living amongst us came to a halt yesterday when I had the villagers clean up the garden. I was ruthless in my instructions, they cut down the shady branches, the thick bushes, skinned the banana tree and covered all holes with mud except one that lay unnoticed behind a flowering bush and that was exactly where the snake went into and stayed unnoticed for over ten minutes.

Nityu, our helper poked the bushes and strolled around the garden. My maid and I stayed back with my year old daughter. There was no place for the snake to hide, where could it go? But then when it was pointed out with its head sticking out of the hole I kind of felt bad for it. I wondered as to who was more scared me or the snake?

But that’s where my empathy with the reptile ended. I wanted it out of my garden. Nityu, a religious Bengali, begged me to leave it alone.

"The snake is a good sign bhabi, it will bring luck to the house. It’s all in Vastu" he said. He begged in his gentle voice but I was adamant the snake had to go.

Garden snake or no garden snake, the damn reptile was longer than my arm and made me uncomfortable.

I sent a word out to a villager who had arranged for men to clean my garden. As we waited for the cavalry to arrive, the snake burrowed inside the hole. One worker guarded the hole in case the snake came out and the other fretted near the gate, the kids and I in the meantime had our lunch in a hurry since we didn’t want to miss the action.

When the cavalry did arrive I was surprised to a see a whole gang of loud villagers pour through my gate. I wanted the four guys who had previously cleaned up the place to flush the snake out, not the whole village but seeing their excited faces and since they were my neighbors I held my tongue.

Between all the loud noisy conversation and digging, the only thing I managed to glean was that they meant to wrap the snake around a stick and take it. Take it where I didn't know but one thing was for sure they were not going to kill it since they considered snakes to be holy.

Again I held my peace, it wouldn't have made sense to say- 'hey my garden, my snake and I want the damn thing killed.' They obviously would have thought me to be loco.

So, from a corner I watched the action. They overturned a few big rocks, dug deep but there was no snake to be found instead there were passages in the ground that ran deep in various directions.

The villagers looked at me and shrugged. The snake could be anywhere they said and since it was a harmless one they weren't too concerned.

One by one they filtered out and I was left standing there bemused.

If I was in the city and my neighbors found out there was a snake in the vicinity they wouldn't have been so relaxed. As it is there is a snake swimming in one of my neighbor's water tank for the past three days and they left it there since they don't want to kill it for religious reasons.

I hemmed and hawed for a while. I didn't want to let my kids to play in the garden, get solar lights for the garden, get some borax and all the stuff that kept snakes out.

Yet, despite all my fretting the garden beckoned me. I had bought some plants in the morning and they needed to be planted. The snake was there some where but work still needed to be done.

I went back into the garage grabbed my gardening tools, the plants and the watering can.

As I planted the young saplings I stared at the big yawning hole where the snake had lived for so many months and felt sad as my irrational fear would not let me live a symbiotic relationship with the garden snake.

The snake was not welcome in my paradise.

August 29, 2006

Comic Review: Virgin Comics #01 - Sadhu

The much awaited Virgin Comics, a collaboration between, among others, Richard Branson & Gotham Chopra is finally here. The first issue, Sadhu, proved to be an entertaining read. The amalgamation of western art and eastern mythology has produced a storyline layered in the enigmatic eastern philosophy of karma and the cult of Shakti (the female manifestation of God).

The graphic novel does not immediately jump into action but begins with a little lesson in Hinduism - stuff about personal evolution, one's contributions due to family and society and finally working towards enlightenment and then goes on to talk about the Goddess Shakti being the female manifestation of God, it would have you wondering whether it was a comic that you are reading or a Hindu Catechism.

But this backdrop is important for those who have little or no knowledge about Hinduism and it's far flung philosphical tentacles. The Karma theory binds the protagonists of the story together though they lead different lives. The dacoits during the British Raj struggle for freedom (most history books till date would have us believe that these dacoits were rogues and now to see them in the light of being sons of India is a little unnerving yet refreshing). They, and their legendary leader, Mohanbhai, await in 1856 the arrival of a momentous person in their lives. At the same time, a young dock worker, James, joins the British army hoping for a better life for his family. He feels a force driving him on towards India.

The catalyst for the dacoit and the young soldier to intertwine their lives is an old wise sadhu; a believer in fighting a righteous fight based on the philosophy of Karmic Retribution since he instructed the dacoits to fight with lathis and not with the white man's guns. The sadhu's holiness or enlightened spirit is futher impressed upon us when he receives a manifestation of the goddess Shakti.

The intersection of Mohanbhai and James, though it does not occur in this issue, is inevitable. There is a sense that this will be imminent, but whether they would end up as foes or friends remains to be seen as the young soldier, William, feels a strong connection with the goddess Kali. This issue sets the stage for the story to unfold in all its glory and though the ending seemed a little abrupt yet the rich visuals by Jeevan Kang and the use of Hindu mythology in a historical context seemed to be intriguing enough to make me want to buy the next issue as soon as it hits the stands.

The various ads of upcoming characters in the burgeoning Virgin Comics multi-verse are visually rich and extraordinarily creative - for example, Ramayana Reborn by Deepak Chopra and Shekhar Kapur seems to have taken the dynamic mind blowing evolutionary step that would forever change the comic scene in India and will probably pose as stiff competition for Amar Chitra Katha and Diamond Comics.

The journey through the colonial jungles of India while the East India Company was trying to establish it's hegemony over its few territories, the grim realities of the life of a British soldier during that period, the pagan mysticism of the newly discovered Hindu religion by the Britishers, the zeal of the freedom fighters and the influence of the goddesses via an old Sadhu, besides the birth of a new comic multi-verse makes this a must have graphic novel.


Blogger Casanova Being Shanghaied

A foriegn Casanova is being cyber hunted in Shanghai by the Chinese netizens. He has been blogging about the women, young and old , he had seduced while giving them some lessons in English Language. He came under a great deal of heat for calling the Chinese society repressive, Chinese men sexually inadequate and the Chinese women revolting against archaic traditions and expressing themselves through sexual liberation. But more so for seducing teenagers.

His blog Chinabonder.blogspot.com has been a cause for concern not only with the Chinese but also amongst the expat community that is worried about a racial backlash.

BTW- its difficult to view the site since its by invitation only

August 24, 2006

Book Review: Spouse - Shobhaa De's Take On Marriage

There is a whole gamut of things that can go wrong in a marriage - starting from skirmishes over finances, inter personal relationships, extended family relationships, too much sex or lack of sex, kids , lack of kids,affairs, jealousy, invasion of personal space, globalization; you name it and Shobhaa De has discussed it in Spouse.

The book is, as she states in the foreword, more anecdotal and far more entertaining than the drone of a psychiatrist merely churning out cases of marriages brought back from the brink of disaster. Spouse is a rich repository, a memoir of Shobhaa De's life with her husband De, her children, her friends and those that touch her life via work.

Unlike the image that most Indians have of Shobhaa as being a man hating feminist, her self deprecating and brutal self-reflection on her own weaknesses that have been the cause of a few minor skirmishes at home show her to be a sensible, mature woman. While reading the memoir of her life together with her second husband one gets to understand what makes an enigmatic vivacious personality like Shobhaa tick.

She even discusses her first marriage in a frank manner:

"Marriages disintegrate for various reasons. Sometimes they fall apart by default. As my first one did. Maybe we both entered it at a wrong time in our respective lives. Maybe we had not thought of the decision through. Maybe our expectations didn't match. Maybe we grew in entirely different ways.Maybe I was a bit too headstrong, a bit too impatient. So many years later, there is much regret about the sadness caused."

She believes in open communication, recognition of ones own flaws while compromising on those of ones partners' (i.e. if they are minor quirks and not vile habits like alcoholism, drugs, womanizing etc) and most importantly she stresses on the 3T's Theory that have been the foundation of her marriage - Time, Tenderness and Togetherness.

Through the book she has pointed out that her husband (the romantic one in the relationship) has always ensured that they have time away from the family and the cares of the world, be it the evening tea with cheese and crackers or the Sunday getaways where they spend quiet relaxed weekends together so as to make up for the time lost during the week days due to their individual heavy schedules.

His need to enjoy all the special days like birthdays, anniversaries etc., are at best lovingly tolerated by Shobhaa and the kids as are her quirky habits of being messy and unpunctual are exasperatingly tolerated by De. They have learned to live with others weaknesses and try to remain in tune with each others wants, desires, hopes and aspirations despite the accepted once in a while bickering, sulking and then the make up sex.

Though I just added the last part, (thankfully she didn't give us the gory details of her sex life) yet Shobhaa has been frank in her discussion of sex. Creativity, communication and being considerate to one's spouse are the hallmarks of a healthy sex life:

There is a great deal of ignorance about sex, even in this day and age. Even in urban India. Even with all the sex talk on TV and in our movies. Even with the new 'openness', it's amazing how little people actually know about their own bodies and the potential inherent in exploring physical avenues as a couple....Misrepresentation of modern sexual 'trends' can lead to confusion. Couples who feel they aren't hip enough because they don't experiment enough get bogged down and discouraged.....Sex in a good marriage, is not about taking, but about giving. It isnt about performance, it's about mutual pleasure. Sexual compatibility is achieved over a period of time, and through trust and caring.

Further on, she discusses the need to shed one's inhibitions, to remove the word 'dirty' from sex and to relax when one is with the spouse especially when its quality time without young children scampering around.

Shobhaa De has been candid in her discussion about concepts like lack of chemistry between couples, the need to try and salvage a marriage if the differences are not too sharp and on how to train one's mother in law. The last line was obviously written by Shobhaa in humor as she quite rightly pointed :

"You think I'm joking when I say a mother-in- law can be trained if you know the right tricks? Why not? She is only human. And susceptible to stuff other humans succumb to- flattery, gifts, praise, affection, obedience and respect. Convert her into a monster in your mind and she will become one. Treat her like an adversary and she'll behave like one. Be yourself and the chances are, she'll accept you for who you are sooner or later. Don't play games, don't pretend and don't be a bloody hypocrite."

She goes on to give balanced advice to both the mother in laws and daughter in laws:

"Most TV soaps concentrate obsessively on a demonic representation of the species, and most films re-in force it. Women- who lunch spend a good part of their afternoon criticizing their own. And harassed husbands complain they can deal with virtually everything else, but not the unending stream of invectives against their mothers. Women should know that it's a lousy habit and should refrain from running the old lady down. The old lady, too, should wake up and smell the coffee, if she thinks today's daughter in law is going to meekly follow her dictates. Girls who are in a position to walk rather than suffer do just that. Or ask to move into their own homes.

Meanwhile, there is a happier meeting ground. Since both women are likely to be usefully occupied these days, they can mark out their territories and evolve a system that works for both. Even domestic duties can be shared if the attitude is right.

This is the age of breaking antiquated molds and rules. Power games have no place at home. Mothball your ego and reach out."

Though Shobhaa goes on to give further examples of domestic skirmishes and how to resolve them , her advice is simple to both women - Stay out of each other's hair, don't compete, don't carry tell tales to the male folks, maintain and respect each other's right to privacy and most of all to the daughters-in-law she admonishes not to go crying to mama whenever one has a fight with her husband or in-laws, in other words deal with your own upheavals and grow up!!

Spouse, as I said earlier is a rich storehouse of tips, tricks and advice and deals with a number of important issues which she deals with sensible and practical advice.

And though I am not doing the book justice in my attempts to summarise it in a few words but it does revolve around her formula of 3Ts - Time, Tenderness and Togetherness being the foundation of any happy marriage.

I'd like to conclude my review with a passage from her book:

It takes minimum of ten years for two people to actually get to know one another. To intercept the little tricks, idiosyncrasies, quirks and accept. Ten more to understand what it all adds up to. Who the real person you are married to, actually is. What living together for twenty years has taught you- about yourself and your partner. And then, another ten to finally accept your differences and come to terms with the hiccups that might have bothered you earlier. That's when you start to appreciate one another. Enjoy sameness. And overlook the differences. It's a pretty long journey-thirty years. Are you up for it?"

August 22, 2006

Work Habits

Scott Adams on the Dilbert Blog talked about his work habits , his need to keep both his butt cheeks on equal proportions on the chair and about his mischievous cat whose life's mission is to thwart his work when he finally rises from the inertia of laziness.

His recent blog post made me wonder about my own peculiar working habits. While the likes of Stephen King would listen to hard rock and pump their system with booze; I, on the other hand, pen words down with Hip Hop or occasionally while listening to Moby. Hip Hop is for stuff like Book Reviews, Movie Reviews and Moby is for stories especially for the gruesome ones like Kali.

I tend to write at night and many a times write through the night and feel kind of deprived when I see dawn filtering through the flimsy curtains. To me a good night rest is important, I love to sleep as most of the times I am quite sleep deprived. When its not my family taking up my time, its the worldly distractions like movies or serials that keep me from penning down my thoughts.

However, that being said, I have been learning a few tricks of the trade from Serials such as West Wing and from Japanese Directors like Takashi Mika who specialize in horror flicks so gruesome and weird that they make movies like Ringo and Grudge look like PG-13. Which reminds me that I have to do their reviews and of soft porn flicks done by Tinto Brass (he is a real toad and I have yet to watch Caligulla).

There is always some thing to learn from one's environment. Scott Adams might believe that his cat distracts him from his work but wasn't she instrumental rather the inspiration behind his current post? The world is always buzzing with dynamic ongoings even a little weed while seemingly negligent can be a writer's inspiration.

After all, no matter how many times one pulls the damn thing out with the roots, another soon takes it place and if one is not careful the whole garden can and does become the weed jungle. Obviously, a die hard attitude can make even a below average writer write atleast one master piece in his/her life time be it a novel or an article.

But it all comes back to ambience. Do we really need the right mood, music or environment to spill our guts, thoughts and fantasies? People like Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Charles Dickens etc wrote master pieces in the worst environments and under intense pressures.

Could most of us be able to emulate them , be the weed and no matter what, even in the barest cell be able to write our best?



August 21, 2006

News Of The Day : A New Type Of Bomb

Temple Stark has warned us about a new threat that can be easily passed off at a grocery store and might cause untold damage. Civilians have been told to be on the look out and raise an alarm incase they see that suspicious item on the shelves of their local grocery stores.

Who Am I?

I know who I am. No one else knows who I am. If I was a giraffe, and someone said I was a snake, I'd think, no, actually I'm a giraffe.

- Richard Gere, (The Guardian (UK), June 2002)

August 20, 2006

My Political Aspiration

Okay, now none of you will laugh! Swear to me not a slight upward twist of the lips. Ahem, here it goes- I want to become a member of our village Panchayat. Sounds crazy doesnt it? But given that we are living so close to metropolitan Bangalore and dont even have the garbabe collection truck coming here or a government bank branch and not to mention water and electricity shortage isnt it high time that instead of whining and bitching I did something about it?

But before that there is hurdle that I need to cross - Learn Kanada and Tamil in a month's time since I am viewed as a northener which is as good as being an alien to our local villagers not to mention to the Panchayat people.

A couple of weeks ago the Panchayat people had sent me off packing when I had gone to complain about the water shortage- Learn Kanada and then talk to us- was said to me in perfect English.

Initially I was miffed- 'What the hell? I'm treated like an alien in my own country' but then on further reflection I realized a number of things.

Their animosity had some validity and the biggest being this shit about having a national language. Come on, who was the dim wit who came up with the idea of having a national bird, national animal or a national language.

In a country which is rich in flora and fauna, where the spoken language changes every few kilometeres why the hell do we need a best in anything especiallylangauge which makes others feel less than equal and breeds animosity?

As it is amongst the villagers I am an alien entity - parading around in my jeans with a diapered kid on my waist, holding a shovel in one hand and perpectually wearing an idiotic smile saying 'Illah Kanada' (Cant speak Kanada) but the worst part is the color of my skin.

Many of my neighbors have admired my 'fair' skin color. The last time I hitched up my jeans till my knees two of my female neighbors gawked and cooed 'Milky white' and I was mortified.

Where was that coming from? I feel like an albino amongst the natives (crass joke but I had to crack it). We converse in sign language, often burst into laughter, get lost in translation but their daily woes make me mad- husbands drink away the women's incomes, kids not attending school, being sick perpectually etc.

So, despite the given differences I keep telling myself that there must be some way I could make some small changes around here without being told that I am northerner who needs to stay out of the village affairs.

Most of all I want a bank in the village for the women folks to save their money, better roads and better hygiene conditions so I dont have to see kiddie butts in the nearby plot taking a dump.

August 16, 2006

Burn Out Of Extraordinary Proportions

I hate it when my site shows up blank as if my entire life is one big blank, which obviously it isnt but then a burn out never is a blank, is it? Its got more to do with pushing oneself so far that one little whoosh and the little flame just goes off ever so easily.

A writer's block, burn outs etc are not excuses. Its as if my brain is all wooly, little tendrils of nothingness weaving tight little knotes of terrible stillness. Its a deary existence when I can't pen my thoughts, when I am so exhausted mentally that all I want to do is curl up in my bed and let stagnation comfort me in her soft arms.

But life doesnt stop, the daily grind keeps me busy through the day and yet the feeling of not being in touch with the other realms hiding in my mind makes me feel out of sync, like a duck nostalgically staring at the dried up pond.

Days are blending into one big gigantic happy gooey sundae. There is sunshine, happiness and yet I miss the other worlds that I now live only in my dreams and yet find myself unable to put down in words.

What happened? What malady am I suffering from? Blank like a dumb bimbo unable to express herself and yet I dream fantasically, extraordinarily dark.

Death, gore, people gone crazy, dreams colored with rage of unimaginable proportion that have me waking up with a pounding heart and heaving breath , hoping and praying that none would come true as some dreams have seen the hues of reality and yet others have seen light in words written by me.

But now the dreams dont find their way to paper. They sneer at my attempts and retreat to the subconsious where I fight the demons, the inhuman vices of hatred, genocide and death.

What is my mind trying to tell me? Is it time to write the reality I am trying my best to deny? The cruelty I see on the road, the poverty, the abuse of human and animal alike? Do I tear away the veneer of indifference I have managed to build between me and those who suffer and plunge into their suffering world by virtue of a writer's gift of empathy?

Its like being caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. What do I choose the void of indifference or the vortex of grim reality?

August 01, 2006

Mass Pasted SEX Spamming On Orkut

I've made a few good friends on orkut but been spammed with sex offers-

Hi, looking for sex, I new in bangalore: Translation- I'm hardup and lonely

Hi, I like sex, ready for one nite stand , no strings attached - (Translation)- delusional

Bitch, I wanted your friendship, you rejected, you whore- (Translation)- small dick and a correspondingly small mentality

Sexy, you can jingle and I can mingle - (Translation)- corny sexual innuendo for iTunes

I'm handsome, here on a visit, want sex- (Translation)- here on a business trip, wife at home, want some new action

You look innocent, i like innocent gilrs, want you- (Translation) - man is into school/college girls

Interested in sex? my mobile number is........(
Translation)- I dont like my hand and Kleenex no more, no woman likes me either, I'm desperate

I'm a hot stud, will make you scream just call me to see how loud- Now that one had me laughing till tears streamed down my eyes

There are more propositions pouring in and I will post the next bunch in a couple of days;)


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