Monday, May 30, 2011
Driving "Lessons"
Friday, May 27, 2011
The Counsel
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.