Reality Bites!

Apparently the latest publicity stunt is recruiting Kapil Dev into the Indian Army. Captain Suresh pinged me on this.

Right after a great party at a club in a happy mood i find this news a bit inspiring and pissing me off at the same time. Kapil Dev wants to serve in the army, wow! Nice read, call it a publicity stunt which it fucking is, its still nice to hear and is inspiring.

On the flip side, we have screwed our soldiers so much in the Sixth Pay Commision. We have treated them so shoddily that we need celebrity stunts to inspire people to serve in the army. I met a friend today evening who works for the hotel industry and he was telling me how Malaysian Tamil's crib about who will change this country for the better and how they feel its an impossible task.

I feel for once he is right. For a country that cannot respect the guys and gals who are waiting for the bullet to their head, india is fucked.

Today is October 2nd. I gladly say "Fuck off" india. i'm tired of your indian'ism.

5 stages of a blogger’s life

5 stages of a blogger’s life

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Fully Hyd Apologizes

Phew, i'm so damn saved. I'm just so happy i don't have to go to court and the police station again all over and run around like a rat on opium. Fully Hyd's CEO today called and apologized for the usage of the picture.

Contrary to my expectations he was not rude and in fact quite honest and apologetic about what happened. The last thing i wanted 2 days before a melbourne trip was a pending legal issue on my head and im so glad it went through fine.

Video from Canon 5D Mk II

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#5, Sankara Madam St - Preface

There once lived a boy who was born into a lower middle class iyengar family that lived in a lowly place called perambur. He lived in an old house that had a tiled roof, the famous "ottu veedu" of those times in the early 80's. The boy unfortunately had a condition called cerebral palsy which devoid him from walking normally. He did not care, he ran.

Once during a weekend most assumingly the boy carefully tip toed via the gate-less house of his and stood under the cool jasmine creeper. He was shrewd enough not to put his foot back or forward and was devising his plan of edging along the 1 foot wide platform that kissed the dirty 4 foot compound wall. There was sewer all around him and his house had a very small drainage system, which meant the first house to explode and leak sewer into small road in case of a drainage block, would be his.

As he excitedly looked at the ugly masses of human feces and other unknown and unidentified objects. His dad, a usual overtly strict iyengar fellow yelled "peeyila uzhundhu vaaranumnu kanganam kattindu irukka nee!" (you are determined to fall and wrap yourself in crap).

As the young boy moved along the platform his dad caught hold of his hands tightly and yelled again "odaadha" (don't run), suddenly his eyes shifted to the other side of the road where he found another young boy, though much older than himself, devouring a packet of 'biscuit thool', something that he was denied moments ago before he left the house because he was about to visit the doctor. Biscuit thool is nothing but left over crumbles of biscuit, cake and cream in a bakery that is packed and was sold for less than Rs. 2 in those days.

The boy looked at the other kid, his legs were thin like as if the entire life juice had been sucked out of it with a straw, by the Devil. He had polio. The young boy smiled and said "nondi" (lame) and before he could realize "THHWAACK!" came a blow on his head.

Before he could lift his hand to rub his head that hurt if had been smashed with a rock, his dad retorted. "Nee maththrum enna?" (what are you?)

That moment, it dawned upon him, he was different.

Flickr Copyright Meetup at Mocha

Off late we have been extensively hearing more and more of the Indian media flicking images from flickr and not agreeing to compensate or even provide credit in almost all cases.

I would like to organize a peaceful human chain, possibly hold play cards too for display and let the people know what is happening. I'm confident the media will not cover this but even if we can get one news channel to do a small piece on this or the local community free news papers like say "mambalam times" or "t.nagar talk" to write about us, we could reach out far and wide.

I'm also planning to file a "Public Interest Litigation" in the high court against the rampant press abuse of copyrighted flickr work and lack of clause in copyright laws from the dimension of internet and technology as well.

I would like to schedule a meeting this sunday at 3.30 PM at Mocha in Khadar nawaz khan road, nungambakkam. Please attend this meeting. This will be an informal start-up to get this moving and we intend to discuss everything. Right from the human chain event to the PIL to our rights in terms of copyright.

Sorry if you are outside chennai. I would love to see some of you if at all you are travelling to chennai this sunday. I will keep my blog updated and keep you out of chennai'ers posted on this.

Daksha Rocks!

All this day i've been running around pulling daksha's legs like mad for her addiction for flower photography. Chintha Poovu and Bentha Poovu were keywords. I come home and she messages me...

Daksha: Hey What flower do you like?
Me: Chintha Poovu
Daksha: Idiot *%$#@^

Freedom

These pigeons were up to some real shit okay. No, im not swearing, i mean in reality all they were doing is poo poo'ing the heads of the sacred gods on the temple tower with their biological white paint. So much for blasphemy i was so thrilled that someone was shitting on religion in broad daylight and nobody could do anything about it. What more could an atheist ask for? I was delighted and the sarcasm that flowed was relishing.

Some people think that other people will not do something just because you make it illegal for them to do it. What in essence it actually creates is an illegal black market for it and brings along violence, crime and discrimination of all sorts. Prime examples would be drugs and prostitution. Despite countries having death and life sentence there is no stopping it from happening.

A free country will allow its citizens to inject any garbage into their body as long as it does not harm the person next to him/her. In essence this is what these pigeons represented today morning while i observed them through a long lens. They were messing around with the most sacred of structures and nobody cared it these were Hindu pigeons or Muslim pigeons or Christian pigeons. They had their right to poo on these idols of holiness and we had our right to talk to imaginary beings in our head who will ensure all of us get virgins when we die and go to heaven.

Pehli Nazar Mein can go fuck itself!

I was sitting at this pub last night and they were playing desi night and the song was "Pehli Nazar Mein Kya Jadu Kar Diya" and i thought, "what an amazing number!". I've heard this before on a couple of friends/colleagues caller tune and i did not like this song much but listening to it in a club in full quality was like Christmas for me and it made it, i became a fan and i downloaded this album today (RACE) and listened to it.

I was trying to see how the video for this fantastic number would look like and i found more than what i was looking for on youtube. I know i may be late by weeks or months and this is old news but still......

You may download the Original Sarang Hae Yo from here.

In the wake of copyright infringements that haven't really made me a happy person and knowing how the Indian Copyright Act, 1957 and its amendment, the last one being almost 9 years ago in 1999 (after which the Internet changed everything and its existence this act is oblivious about) being such a joke, i just thought i would let the few people who listen to Hindi music and probably love this song, its stolen...

It's someone else's hard work that's been lifted just because you are a brown man here and your vague laws protect you from prosecution.... i feel it very unfair and very painful. I don't know what i can as an individual do. I took off this song from my MP3 player and i updated it with the Original Korean song, i care not if i don't get the language. To feel love, words are not a necessity. The though i think is enough with the wonderful feeling.

I'm thinking i will spread this message to everyone i know so that they are listening to a thief and this is stolen shit. If that sense of guilt could help, i guess that makes my day.

A few good men...

These folks were around the munusami temple under the tree in the NH45 road. We had wiling models for some portraiture and had a lot of fun. The most interesting thing about village people is that they will readily talk politics and you can call anyone an ass and get away with it.

We were talking about whom to vote for this election in the state of Tamilnadu and who would probably win and who would go to jail after winning etc., Gayathri was scared of all this talk and was screaming that someone is going to get killed and be on the 7 o clock news with all this political trashing talk. The fact of the matter is I love to do this every time I'm around villagers. There is an awesome thrill in it, in getting to hear their perspective of things.

You can have everything you want here in the city but there is nothing more charismatic to the adrenaline pumping arguments and reasoning of a villager on some random politician or the government. 3 large grey goose on the rocks cant buy this thrill, I can tell you that for sure.

Of course, this time Ashwin decided he needs to take a pic with these amazing guys. On second thoughts i guess i should have gotten a pic too but then ashwin will agree with me if say that we will drive to this place again just for shooting portraits of these folks.

Canon EOS 400D with the Canon EF 50MM F/1.4 USM. Aperture Priority, F/11 at 1/30th of a second.

Moving On..

More blasts, more people killed, more rubbish useless statements that aren't worth a paisa from our world class politicians and leaders. We still move on after burning/cremating our dead and yelling a few words in pain, shedding a few tears in despair and accept the fact of the matter that this is India and our lives are cheaper than a white man or black man elsewhere. No racism here, honestly.

When a Caucasian woman can complain “suspecting people taking inappropriate pictures” of her, when the bitch ventured out at 2 AM in the morning with two complete strangers in an alien country that she stepped into 15 hours ago (despite her husband’s orders to the driver to drop her in the hotel room, which she promptly ignored by skipping the driver and her own car) and the cops closing down every pub in town at 10 PM and frisking every brown man and woman on the road, even the innocent everyday call center job guy/girl driving to work with his/her company badge/ID.

What makes this brown man’s life negotiable? Is it because we are brown, dear government of India or is it because we spend in rupees when you could expect dollars and pounds? The white man left in 1947 or rather we chased him out! I wonder why we are continuously trying to kiss his ass, still?

What I would like to know is does India have an “Intelligence” department? If we do are they doing something or are they still jerking off to kinky DVD’s in front of their computers? Why am I getting the feeling that this is total intelligence failure or maybe lack of intelligence?

I now start getting forwarded SMS about some bomb alert in Chennai tomorrow and to avoid public places where there is a lot of crowd. Do people even know what they are talking about? Do you know that you are talking about a country like India where tailgating and sometimes bruising the bumper of the vehicle in the front is normally the accepted way of driving? Do you even remember how people come and beg you to “adjust” with an unreserved ticket in a reserved train compartment, when there are already 5 seated in a seat for 3?

There is no such thing called “not crowded” places in India. Oh wait! There are family planning hospitals and corporation public schools. It’s always empty and we never go there, not even take shelter when it’s raining like cats and dogs. I guess all of us are safe there. I guess we finally found some use for these places, our crores of rupees blown and completely safe and inhabited bomb shelters!!!

This too shall pass...

We all know the value of Indian life is cheap. Once again our terrorist brothers have done a wonderful deed to re-iterate that fact today in Bangalore. Disappointingly though, the death toll did not even cross 100, hang on it was not even 10, oh hell, just 2? Two is all you got this time? Two? Looks like you’re getting a fucked up appraisal this quarter at work, Mr. Terrorist because I’m not impressed and I bet your Pakistani or whatever boss the heck he is, isn’t either.

I can see the future ahead like I’m a fortune teller of fantastic norms. I bet there will be an enquiry commission and I bet there will be a buzz about this for the next 1 week in the news papers and TV and “The Big Debate” is going to be this topic for a few days to come, after which the Indian press will seriously write useful things like how our favorite big bachan’s are doing a great job for just being there for us and how homely aishwarya rai looked in a sari like an Indian girl when she came to open that school named after her.

'I am shocked and strongly condemn this act aimed at creating panic among the public. I appeal to people to maintain calm and peace and the government is with you,'' said Yeddyurappa.

Why do I get the feeling that the Indian Press and Politicians are actually funding terrorists so that they can bomb more places and they can write about this more while ignoring the recent trading of MP’s in our parliament house. I mean, I seriously don’t get it? If you can buy men for a sum of money inside the parliament why can’t we buy women or children on the roads for the same sum of money? I don’t see how different slave trade or flesh trade is from what our parliamentarians are doing inside the parliament. At least in slavery and flesh trade you are fucking around with one person’s life.

As for the 60 year old senior citizen who died in the blast, sorry lady, I really am. You will be forgotten before your corpse burns at the cremation ground. You are weak and the ones who love you are weak and they have no money. If you are not might then you can no way be right, because might is always right in India and I can tell you firsthand about it. I don’t believe in soul’s but I hope your family at the least gets a decent Rs. 1 lakh as government aid and after all bribing around the thasildhar office and what’s left of the few thousands of it allows them to rebuild their broken hut in their slum or send your grandchild to school.

America, the deist nation

Truth about creationism

I now have a valid excuse why I don't believe in creationism. I'm worried about the size of my penis. Look at this bloody image....

Every image of a man reaching out to god, they either have a small dick or in this case, almost no dick at all! I don't care if I go to hell, but as long as im alive im gonna have a normal penis and there is no one getting in between me and my tool. Not even god!

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Evidence for Evolution

Given below are three simple video that provide a very basic idea as to how evolution predicts life forms came up to live like the way they do today.

Part - I

Part II

Part - III

It gives a beautiful picture as to how evolution works and how simple life is.

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Bad Questions to ask a transsexual.

Awesome Video. I can't relate to this more than now.

It's funny how many of those dumb asses there are really who would really ask such fucked up questions in the first place. I know this personally I get some really fucked up questions all the time. gggawwhh! I wish the world was filled with more smart people who had brains the size of a common ground squirrel and would have the basic moral judgement to know what questions are ok and not ok to ask.

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The Root of All Evil - Richard Dawkins

I regret why i have not seen this like sometime back and to have wasted time. Nevertheless this is an enlightening piece of documentary from Richard Dawkins.

Part - I

Part - II

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Blasphemy

A Fancy slytherin talks to eve, fruit of knowledge she does steeve,
Adam shares an innocent bite; mankind tumbles down the night,
Thunder clouds, rumble and roar, yahweh's voice callously soar,
Plague, demon's, fire and storm, sins draw you into harm,
Mankind falls with all its might, doltish eve, adams delight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Omnipotent, truth and love, mercy, kindness, all above
Maketh us in his dough, needless reason in us he plough,
Set out rules on how to pray, live the day and how we lay,
He foresee and knows all things, did he set out what we'd bring?
For all he made and what he gave, none of us had done a thing.

Knowing all and doing all, what made him let the serpent loose?
Sugary words and simple truth, logic, reason, made us choose,
Playing fair, he does not dare, bend at will and pay his fare,
Watchful eyes, from up the skies, Abraham can kill his mice,
Blood, agony, pain and vice, by his name all is nice.

Moral values, right and wrong, women cannot wear a thong,
In his name shall you fight, keep the virgins, it's your right,
For all that know by lying with man, kill the clan, yes you can,
Reason, Logic, if thou seek, it all so sounds lame and meek,
Ye shall not tell nor ye yell, call it blasphemy in a nutshell.

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Status Messages that will really work.

Sometimes its annoying despite what you put on your IM status message people ping you for all sort of things. Here are some status messages that may really work... (i guess)

1. Busy watching porn, do not disturb (gentlemen, please don't complain if your buddies want a copy of it)
2. Talking with my ex-GF/BF, not in a good mood (this is almost a sure fire, unless your ex see's it)
3. Gotta use the restroom, thanks to my constipation (don't be sorry if people ask you what you ate!)
4. Would you go to bed with me? Ping if its a 'yes'! (you're in deep shit if the yes comes from the person of the same gender)
5. Practicing my swearing capabilities today, ping to assist. (don't complain if someone wants to compete)
6. I'm an atheist, that means you are wrong (better than the others, this may do it, but then....)
7. I can't believe what I'm seeing, can a penis cut hair? (Dave Chapelle may agree)
8. Today's topic, Arranged Marriage vs. Love Marriage. (Indian people have done much of this shit)
9. If you're single, I'm ready to mingle (definitely will scare all the hot women, but the ugly bitches will talk. now gentlemen, on 2nd thoughts do we really want this?)
10. I'm getting married to a rich, bald NRI! (All the hot tambram gals can use this and get away with 99.9% success rate, it's useless hitting on you once you start thinking of a bald NRI, seriously!)

That's all i can think of now. Let me know if you have got better ideas. We may get this on the wikipedia and copyright this shit for royalty or something. Oh, while you are here, please click on some awful Google ads because that will bring me $$$$$.

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Withered

I work at Tidel Park, I live in Velachery. Now the road to Tidel Park via the Tharamani Link Road is kind of Tedious. So folks like me usually take a short cut short after the CSI church on this road and go through a well cemented slum dwelling and reach the Ascendas IT Park Road. This saves about 2 Kilo meters of Travelling distance, fuel and of course most importantly avoid the damn traffic!

I'm a bit off the usual folks (which is not unusual at all) and I take this small road that takes me through a set of speed breaker ridden street that hurts the spine like crazy. Yet, I drive through this road. Why? The reason is obvious, the road is short, cold, winding and has this temple and small houses of slum dwellings and has an absolute village atmosphere amidst the polluted city. Its such a refreshing experience to travel down this road, look at the rituals in the temple as you drive by, have the cows cross the road all the way, goats, dogs, hen, cats, there is just so much to see.

I happened to be driving back home and I had the camera with me and I stopped by to get a few pictures of this temple structure. Its worn out but an active temple on the road side. The fresh paint has been eroded by the summer rains in Chennai. I just love this place, I do.

Canon EOS 400D with the Sigma 24-70MM F/2.8. Aperture Priority, F/4 at 1/320th of a Second.

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