Wednesday, May 25, 2011
" I've looked on many woman with lust..."
Monday, May 23, 2011
"Elementary and Silly"
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Columbus, Osama and the Star of David
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Musings over Easter Weekend
And finally, now he has refused a blanket ban on the toxic pesticide Endosulfan ,citing trivial and frivolous reasons. He is blinded to the fact of its lethal and biologically mutating nature. And, is as expected seconded by the pliable spineless Prime minister we have. Do each citizen of this country have to taste a teaspoon of Endosulfan to determine the greater effect it will have on the general population for it to be banned? Indeed he is the brand ambassador for Endosulfan.And it is rubbish and naive to expect anything from him that is inimical to the manufacturers of toxins.
None will touch him, because in the present government he holds the deck of cards ( MPs)to derail the government. And the power of wealth will not let nemesis near him."The chickens will not come back to roost".
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“I SWEAR by Apollo the physician, Aesculapius, and Health, and All-heal, and all the gods and goddesses, that, according to my ability and judgement, I will keep this Oath and this stipulation.
To reckon............, I consider for the benefit of my patients, and abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous. I will give no deadly medicine to any one if asked, nor suggest any such counsel; and in like manner I will not give a woman a pessary to produce abortion.
WITH PURITY AND WITH HOLINESS I will pass my life and practice my Art............,Into whatever houses I enter, I will go into them for the benefit of the sick, and will abstain from every voluntary act of mischief and corruption; and, further from the seduction of females or males, of freemen and slaves”.
Kerala has a third of child births through caesarean section. While the all India average is just 8 percent. And WHO recommended figure 15 percent.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Std V , Government Model High School
This incident happened in 1970. The school, Government Model
High School, Thpuram. I do not remember sharing the incident I mentioned with
anyone else. Certainly not to the folks at home. Then the schoolmaster was divine, and anything he
did was accepted by folks at home ; the teacher was infallible, and the master
was always right. To complain at home about your school teacher, let alone
inappropriate behavior by a teacher, would invite rebuke, and they would not
believe me. I’m certain that none of my classmates who were victims of the
wired punishment that day would have
forgotten that shameful ordeal or dared to confide the matter to another.
I had moved out of
the Holy Angels Convent, where I had my early formative primary schooling
(kindergarten to IV STD), and was admitted to the Government Model High School,
which then was the foremost among institutions. And I was in strange, bossy,
rough terrain, a far cry from the school managed by nuns.
The class I was in - STD V, E division. Male tutors were
frightening, scarier than the ladies and nuns who managed class in the convent,
and corporal punishments were a common fact those days. Krishnan Nair, a
diminutive, slightly bald-headed teacher, was to teach us the second language,
Malayalam, and Social Studies.
Daily, we were required to copy in a two line book, two
pages from the Malayalam textbook. This was to improve our handwriting. Krishna
Nair called us each to his table at the head of the class room and surveyed our
home work of “two line writing." He began reprimanding the ones whose
writing was not good. The boys were literally shivering when they noticed the
form of punishment he meted out for poor writing. I do not recall what went
through my mind while waiting for my turn. Finally, I was called to his table.
He opened my book and surveyed, tapping quite sadistically the cane he held in
one hand. It was not the possible caning that scared me. And,that day, he had
decided not to use caning as a form of punishment. He smirked, looked at my
copywriting, and had a wry smile. He twitched the fingers in his other hand
gleefully; the long nails on his thumb and index fingers threatened like
tigers' claws. I knew what was coming next. Then, like he did to the boys
before me, he put his hand under my tousers and started gleefully pinching the
soft skin on my testicles. His long clawed finger nails, I remember, dug deep
into the supple skin. I writhed in pain and involuntarily lifted one leg. The
torture, I guess, went on for perhaps half a minute. Then he caned my bottom
and sent me to my bench.
The former was awfully humiliating, compared to the caning
on the derrière. The burning in the skin and, most of all, the shame and
ignominy of that man meting out that pervert treatment put me down
considerably. There were quite a few boys who escaped the infliction, and they
were giggling in hushed laughter. But nobody, I understand, went home with the
story, and no parents turned up with any report against Mr. Krishnan Nair.
I do not know if Mr. Nair had any condition that made him
inflict that awful treatment on us. It was horribly distasteful. However, no
repetition of the incident happened.
I wonder if he is alive this day. If he is, he must be in
his eighties.
Monday, April 18, 2011
A Must Read Lecture- "Harold Pinter"
Harold Pinter, Oct 30, 1930 – 24 December 2008), was an English playwright, screenwriter, actor, theatre director, poet, left -wing political activist,and Nobel laureate He was one of the most influential and imitated of modern British dramatists. Pinter's writing career spanned over 50 years and produced 29 original stage plays, 27 screenplays, many dramatic sketches, radio and TV plays, poetry, one novel, short fiction, essays, speeches, and letters. The excerpts from his Nobel speech, please gather time to not leave this unread.
Nobel Lecture
one morning the bonfires
leapt out of the earth
devouring human beings
and from then on fire,
gunpowder from then on,
and from then on blood.
Bandits with planes and Moors,
bandits with finger-rings and duchesses,
bandits with black friars spattering blessings
came through the sky to kill children
and the blood of children ran through the streets
without fuss, like children's blood.
stones that the dry thistle would bite on and spit out,
vipers that the vipers would abominate.
of
to drown you in one wave
of pride and knives.
generals:
see my dead house,
look at broken
from every house burning metal flows
instead of flowers
from every socket of
and from every dead child a rifle with eyes
and from every crime bullets are born
which will one day find
the bull's eye of your hearts.
speak of dreams and leaves
and the great volcanoes of his native land.
Come and see
the blood in the streets.
Come and see the blood
in the streets!*
Thursday, April 14, 2011
From the Trivandrum Club
Spirits are known to provoke consumers to enter the arena of spiritual, philosophical and political discussions, often plummeting into arguments. And it is best that is avoided, else the soothing qualities of even the finest of Single Malt will be desecrated.
Three of us, I, A (my b-in-law) and a friend of mine T, got together at the club yesterday evening. Sitting in the air-conditioned bar away from the big screen outside on the lawn which displayed live the IPL match, I and T were as usual engaged in the oft discussed topic that is generally the subject when some of us meet. Because, it is so stupid and funny, that it is a better substitute to any exhaustive subject which would not assist any relaxation. After all it gives a good feel when we think like teenagers and when we know that we are half a century old.
But yesterday the discussion bordered around the elections, the probabilities and possibilities of the candidates in the polls.T, though he has comparable outlook and opinion about things in general, is certainly directed by a conservative mindset .The discussion about the candidate from our assembly constituency was brought up by one of us. And when I and A, preferred the LDF supported independent candidate to win, more because not only is he a better person, but the other resembles a lineage of graft, sleaze, innuendos, corruption, nepotism and money power. Also he has a sickening history of defections. He is the progeny of the notorious chief minister Kerala had. T was quite upset and disagreeing. He kept repeating that his man was better and he can do things. And if his father was corrupt, he had also brought about developmental changes to the State. He also opined that we must look towards the states like Bihar, Orissa and Gujarat, that have done exceptionally well in areas of change and development. He picked the change that has come about in Modi’s Gujarat as an illustration. I contended that it is foolhardy and criminal to applaud the so called development that Modi is credited with and which he uses deftly to camouflage the parochial agenda he professes and ethnic/religious cleansing that is his plank. We asked him in what way Modi was different from Adolf Hitler, when it came to the head count and systematic decimation of the minorities? And now with the UPA bludgeoned by its own filth there is an ominous possibility that Narendra Modi, as candidate for PM should the BJP win the next general elections. T, insisted that the news purveyed about Modi’s cleansing act and the slaughter in the riots a decade ago was highly exaggerated. Now let me put across that T, is no fanatic Hindu or an activist of the rightwing VHP etc. He was born into a Roman Catholic family and is a regular church goer. A guy you will not dislike, a witty character and he does not gossip or spread canard about the other. In fact he avoids such situation where someone approaches him with malice or gossip.
Coming back to the support for the candidate from our constituency in Trivandrum, T was rather peeved about our points, but would not let go or admit. He understood that his statements did not carry much and he found our points rather difficult to refute. However it was timidly revealed by him that his parish church had organized a felicitation for this candidate. And the church had issued a diktat, a pastoral letter to the flock that this man must be voted to the Assembly.
I went home wondering why an educated man like T, could not break the shackles imposed from outside and use his faculties to decide on matters such as this. Why get led by a group of Prelates with various agendas and motives. After all it is the very same philosophy that decried the “liberation theology” practised in Latin America, against the US led insular regimes in the last century and it is also the very same imperious outlook that refuse to whole heartedly condemn the atrocities subsequent to the great voyages of Christopher Columbus and Vasco- da- Gama, the Inquisition and the Crusades. And as recent as a year ago this philosophy and thinking ensured that no solace, comfort or benefaction was provided to Professor T.J.Joseph of Newman College, whose limbs were chopped off by a group of well organized thugs driven by Islamic religious fanaticism.
Conceptual acceptance, as it is seen here, is something I find quite difficult to understand as it belittle or ignores reason, thought and decision. On the brighter side, perhaps, it is because opinions are as diverse as it is that there seems to be an enjoyable zest to life! And I guess one cannot shut out oneself to another person, only because he has a different opinion. May be some day the twain shall meet!