Who'll Stop the Rain

Long as i remember....the song is as simple as it can get while treating one of the most complex topics - the system. I retreat again to this song in times of FLU. Do we really believe this shit about the SWINE Flu - come on man, tell me you have more brains, more grey matter than to believe in this hogwash. 

The swine flu outbreak was in March 2009 - but then it took an ugly turn a couple of days ago and now thats all we hear and see. To be precise it was the 27th of April 2009 - Monday http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/27/world/27flu.html?scp=19&sq=&st=nyt . Guess what it was a pandemic in the article on the 27th of April while we didnt know what it was about 3 days ago. No news no nothing....suddenly its in our faces...bright red and infectious......

Don't you guys see that there is a cover up in progress - lets take a look at the news that was going on before this - 

1. Storm of Violence in Iraq Strains Its Security Forces - http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/25/world/middleeast/25iraq.html?scp=31&sq=&st=nyt

2. U.S. Questions Pakistan’s Will to Stop Taliban -

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/24/world/asia/24pstan.html?scp=39&sq=&st=nyt

3. U.S. Stymied as Guns Flow to Mexican Cartels

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/15/us/15guns.html?_r=1&scp=89&sq=&st=nyt

These key news articles are now buried under heaps of bullshit on the SWINE Flu. I feel it is quite hilarious given the fact that there was another bit of news which has been abandoned as well - http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/20/health/policy/20food.html?scp=62&sq=&st=nyt

Lets face it, the swine flu is a diversion, used by the powers to be to scare us into believing that something porcine this way comes to devour our lives - huhuhuhahahahahahaha.

SWINE FLU is not a real thing, people are dying in Mexico City - i dont see any real evidence of this, the mexican officials are declaring people dying of similar symptoms as of dying with Swine flu. Lets take this objectively - the symptoms of Swine Flu is the same as Flu - you know that which happens to everybody.

So somebody gets the flu in Switzerland(Yes the flu has now spread to Helvetic borders) and the lazy doctor wants to be famous says - SWINE FLU - of course - yus - look at him - high fever - shivering it has to be Swine flu. 

Now Switzerland on high - alert . WHAT THE FUCK ??????????

Thankfully in India we have to contend with the general elections and hence we are still not interested so much about this Flu. I was standing in the voting que today a family in front of me were discussing 'some flu' that has been going around - i chuckled to myself....greatful.

Clouds of mystery pourin confusion on the ground. Good men through the ages, tryin to find the sun; And I wonder, still I wonder, who'll stop the rain.

Universal Adult Franchise

Everybody is putting in their two pence in the wishing well, dropping honest word about the general elections, i simply will not be left out. This is the time for us to sit back and collect our thoughts, we are going to be the part of a democratic process. Government of the people, for the people by the people. Very powerful statement that. 

Most educated people choose to ensure that they do not vote. It is a time honoured cliche to say - What difference man?! I say fuck the difference, every vote counts! Just as i utter those words i feel embarassed, this is because my statement is as much a cliche itself. 

So i say i don't care if it makes a difference or not, whether my vote counts in the 'democratic process' , it is my fair share. I am entitled to my vote. Whenever i think of the vote i think of it as a gift, given to me (to us) by our elders, our forefathers. The people who stood up and asked for democracy, nay who fought for it. Not voting is like spitting on their efforts, their fight, their valour - they bled for this most basic right - Right to Universal Adult Franchise.

Come 30th April 2009 - i ask every Mumbaikar to cast his/her vote. Be proud of our democracy, which was fought with sheer sweat and guts. Signify their blood spilt on our streets as a blot on your finger - GO OUT AND TAKE WHAT'S YOURS - THE VOTE

For your consideration.....

A while ago my friend shared a piece of litreature that managed to disgust and amuse me at the same time, do let me know what level of revulsion or humour it invoked in you.

Thus it goes:

The Read Headed Leage

This is the story of a detective solving a case of teh fraud company named as " Th Read Headed League". The writer called Mr. Watson had called upon his derective friend just to meet him. After some time there came a man with his problem to solve a case.

The man was working in a company called, "Red Headed League". This is a company uhere only the red headed person can work for the company. He tells the story how he gets the job in that company & how he was cheated.

He had a secretary which gave him the offer to join the compay. Although he had few other opitions for the job but he chose that comapny because it was all the way convenient ot him. He began his routine. One day he was on his routine he saw nothing over there where he was working. He asked few people over there whether they knew anything about the company or about the boss of the company but he didn't get any clue about anything.

The detective starts the investigation and gets all clue against the secretary whom he already had doubt. And other clues were also found agaisnt him.

This way the detective solving above mentioned case with observing ver keen things. This way he had solved many other cases too.

The gentleman recieved full marks for the assignment....and why shouldn't he i say!

Glass Walls

A land of flat organizations, open door policies, wide open spaces and casual birthday celebrations! The nuo atmosphere of a seldom disturbed office in modern India. Everything is beautiful, not a thing to care about not a worry in the world.

You can walk into the CEO's open cabinet and tell him about the wonderful time you had surfing the net last night. A junior can come up to you and casually speak of the dinner that awaits him made by his recently enjoined wife.

Oh yes these are the days to be working my friend where there life at work is comparable to a homely environment of friends more than colleagues and family more than co - workers.

You feel happy about this, you wonder that perhaps they were wrong about the big bad world outside! We were told lies! Life in the corporate world is brilliant we have no walls! none i tell you None!

PLUNK - What is this....its not a wall...no not at first sight...its Glass.

The CEO has not heard a word you said, he is looking at the cost that you are incurring to the company while you chat with him, a cost that he has to keep down. You dont have time to worry about your junior's food because you need to teach him his job and you cant stand it that he is hungry all the time.

There are no happy birthdays as we realise that a year has gone by and we are still in the same job doing the same things. The friends are worse than enemies who try to know everything about you and then bartering that with other tasty information. Co - workers are nosier than family as they want to know everything about you. And yes no one i mean no one cares!

This glass wall is well built.....its clear....and thats fun!

Music by Bob

Abberations in space with the tacitile magnificence of the human and the omnipotence of the alternate universe. Then again i can't put it any more surrealistic than the man himself; the legend the God the prophet: Bob Dylan.

A single line can make you question your whole existence. Make you feel like the master of none and then the pauper of all feelings and wants in this world. I would like to relate a song that i feel spoke to me the most. As told by Blind Willie....

Bobby explains how we pray to the super human to provide us with what he can promise us. The poet realises that we only ask from God such material things as power and greed. These corrupting material possessions which bring with it pain and suffering.

The line is a cliche but it strikes on a very important point, man knows this...is fully aware of this and yet all we can do is accept it and be fatalistic. By the virtue of being selfish, and with such wonton short sightedness....we are set to be Human.

This is our humanity, our unneccessary possesions, our lust even love. These are the things which make us Human. Why should we fight it.....in an attempt to be higher than humans we are looking to dissaociate ourselves from the rest of the human race. The sheer ego that man possesses to even consider for a moment that he is above these feelings, that a higher power wants us to be like him is a way of associating ourselves with the super human but with it we lose our identity.
I look out of the window of the St. James Hotel - But nobody sang the blues like Blind Willie McTell............

Its not even Funny

Comfortably Numb

The air is crisp in my nostrils, the sweet smell of August fills my lungs. The rain has become an unwelcome guest, lovely at first but one who has overstayed the welcome. The wet mud and dirt soils my clothes, i endure it all, as if i am indifferent to the pain.

Long hours of work and lack of nourishing food is taking a toll on my body, all i can think of is my responsibilities. The nagging devil tugs at my elbow and beckons me to take a break, the idea is tempting, but i have worked too hard to let it all go to waste.

The legs are weak from lack of rest, the body wants to keep going but the legs give out. The flailing body falls in a singular motion, as if it was a twig landing on the soft cold soil in poetic slow motion. The crash on the floor gives everyone around me a shock, and all i have is a smug smile on my face. There were loud random calling of my name, but what did it matter if it was me who fell or the Pope, it was all the same to anyone.

Suddenly i have become a sad pathetic spectacle, a freak to behold, a weak insignificant drone, who does his masters bidding. Not everyone knows who i am , but only a few have seen me ever at work and even fewer still know my name. Their wide open eyes and gaping mouth tells a tale of surpirse,fear, and the worst expression of them all - Sympathy.

They just stand there, wondering what is to be done. Not accustomed to weakness, they fall prey to helplessness, because they lack the knowledge of the next step. The grin on my face is wider now, their visages become horrified still. Who can blame them? i was clearly not in pain as i was laughing.

Why was i laughing? what was it about the situation that i contrived as amusing?

My colleauges and their general apathy towards me, personal disrespect to my body, or was it that i just did not give a hoot about anything anymore. There was nothing more to do but smile.

After ages i had felt Happy. Folks i cannot explain this in words, because it would be like trying to explain the beauty of a sunset. In that brief moment in time, i did not exist. I had no attachements, no fear, no joy, no pain , no family, no friends, no hunger or indigestion.

I was just me, a plain canvass not to be disturbed by any stroke of feeling or thought.

They were sprinkling water on me now, it tasted sweet to me, sweeter than a day in February when everything is as nice as it can be. The downside was that i could feel again, i could feel the cold water on my skin.

Why couldnt they leave me alone, let me be, Comfortably Numb!