“me no big chief… (via Mowser)

India: the threat from within

2008, July 17 • 2 Comments

The face of an absolute moron.
Who is prepared to gamble a country’s future.

Lucknow, July 16: In one of the most forceful arguments for the nuclear deal, Rahul Gandhi today said it was a â€œriskâ€ worth taking for the benefit of the country …

No, you don’t, Mr G.
You have one primary responsibility - to keep safe the future of India, my country.
You do not take risk, you do not gamble with it.
Like going to the races.

No individual can or should ever risk a country’s future,
an entire population’s future,
for generations to come.

If and when things go wrong, he will not pay the price,
he has enough power and enough dollars to buy himself cosy comfort.
And for all his future generations.

For away from the mess he is about to create.

What is wrong with us Indians?
Have we forgotten how to think, to let these morons gamble with our country’s future?

a bathday to be happy!

2008, May 20 • 10 Comments

They all sang happy bathday.

Did any of you know of a special day for doggies to have a bath!! And then be happy!!!
I do not like baths, I may take a dip in a muddy puddle, once in a while.
But not baths, and smelling clean and fresh.

I am ruff,
a tuff scruff
if you have ever seen one, … how could I be happy?

And they said I was two!
I am not.
I looked and I looked
but I couldn’t find the other me.

Ruff - the tuff little dog
I looked at my refreclection on the glass door,
one head,
four paws,
one hungry tummy,
and well, my tail does wag nineteen to the dozen
what can a dog do when given crunchie munchies, I ask you.

I am still just one self, the only Ruff.

Everybody gave me a pat
and they gave me lots of crunchie munchies,
I didn’t even have to be good. I wasn’t complaining.

It was a day special of some sort.
They said next year
I would be three…

And after all that singing, they forgot to give me the bath.

Ruffy boy is now two years old.

what if… we the humans are not the superior beings

2008, May 4 • 13 Comments

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.. as we believe?

Never at the top of the food chain, but the very end of it?

Like the fodder will never recognise the predator,
like the grass that will never know what the cattle looks like,
or like the tree is unaware that it’s parts are deemed a delicacy,
what if we too are oblivious of the reality of our existence
we do not recognise our predators?

What if our predators are from a different universe or a different dimension,
perhaps even a different reality?
What if we are just being herded in a human farm - the Earth?
Being fattened only to be harvested as sustenance of an even superior entity?

Like we relish flesh, blood and muscles of other lifeforms
what if it is our souls,
(and of all life-forms known or still alien,)
that somewhere in space-time is being savoured and relished ?

All our souls
dripping with our egos, greed, vanity, thirst for wealth and for power,
the fortune of the victorius ruler exulting at the anguish of the vanquished,
will all one day come to nothing more than just an appetiser at a celestial banquet?

Just a thought,