Run fast ,the Neo-Talibs are coming .
I am watching with much trepidation, the events that are happening in Anna university. The vice chancellor there has introduced a new set of rules banning the use of cell phones in the campus and requiring the students to conform to a dress
code from Sep 1 2005. And the students dont seem to have carried out any mass protest against it .
The following is the extract from the anna university press release
"Taking its penchant for disciplinarian education a step further, Anna University has banned the use of cell phones and prescribed a dress code for students in all engineering colleges across the State from Thursday."
In light of these events i propose that "Mr. Viswanathan the vice chancellor" be awarded the title "Mullah Omar al Guindy " (Guindy is the place where we have the Anna university ) . Anna(Big Brother) is watching you folks.
Lets listen to what the "makkal(junta)" say :
Mullah Omar al Guindy (vice chancellor ): This is to protect our great culture from the influences of the outside evil forces and also to ensure that professors do not get lost in the curves of women while teaching the curves of a sine wave .
Is this guy is a jehovahs witness ?
Dravidian Parties and their caste counterparts : We really welcome the steps taken by the honourable vice chancellor in protecting the culture of the tamils by ushering this silent revolution which would help us in keeping these women folk down
to the ground . we already are not able to handle one Jayalalitha . Imagine what would happen to us if all the women were self confident and successful.
Thamizh chelvan (Male Student from anna university) : Machan .This is too much . I voted three times in the last election . If I can put three bogus votes in a general election to choose my prime minister,I certainly know what to wear and what to carry with me in campus. I am not peddling dope ,I am carrying only my mobile.
Thamizh chelvi :Female student from anna university : This is the the decision of a male chauvinist pig and only reflects the 'blame the victim' mentality of our society . Jeans is the symbol of young women all over the country.
Parents : This would prevent our daughters from getting eve teased inside the campus and make them a great servile Indian wife when we marry her to her future husband . you know what happened to sita when she crossed the line ,dont you ?? . And it also would prevent our sons from getting arrested for eve teasing . Long live Indian amma appas.
Peculiarities of this great decision which would prevent women from getting raped and eve teased .
Cell phones, the harbingers of technology are banned inside an university which is supposed to give the universities in Vellaikaran(Foreign) countries the run for their money . This is an attempt to drill into the student that modern technology is bad for you character .The students in confucius land are 20 years ahead of us in technology and this guy wants to keep mobile phones out of reach of our bright students.
Going by the same logic the anna university should ban the availability of internet inside the campus as we all know what all purposes the internet and email can be put through.There are too many scams which cannot all be mentioned in this post
And in the news , I heard that airtel and reliance are pumping money to the SFI to carry out a strike ,since this decision has affected their revenues by 50% . ;-). P.C. chidambaram spoke to the VC yesterday as this was not conducive to the FDI. The communist parties have supported Comrade Al-Guindy as he has kept the corrupt capitalists out of the campuses. (Couldnt resist it ;-))
I really do not understand why Jeans and Tshirts are considered to be more sexier than the saree in which you can see the mid rib for free . I am not sure if the vice chancellor gets a hardon watching the women in saree. Going by this rationale Saree is the only true linguistic, cultural, socio ethnic identity of a tamil lady. If she is not wearing a 'pudavai' she is not a tamizhachi .So as the next step the honorable VC Al guindy should ban churidhars from the campuses as they are an influence from the 'Indhikaarans'and are a distraction to professors and vice chancellors . PMK and the DPI have decided to kick churidars(without women inside them) out of the tamil country .
The Vice chancellor must ensure that the guys who wear pants do not have their shirts tucked in .Tight pants would show the anatomies of the human body and would invite unwelcome glares and lewd comments . I plead with the VC to consider this aspect as watches the ass of the women around during his moral policing rounds.
Al-guindy also must ensure that any new facilities from the government or the opposition should be rejected as both these are led by persons with film back ground and we all know what kind of corrupt influence the movies have . And he has
taken right step by banning film related activities on the campus . Following the great Al guindy's logic ,the government shall enact a rule whereby we shall not study any more the "Isai Thamizh and Nadaka Thamizh (Musical and dramatical tamil)
' of the tamil language as they are the predecessors to modern cinema. we should take steps to correct two thousand years of corruption of morality by removing these two divisions of tamil .
Jabs apart,I always believed that being laissez faire is the only true way to preserve a culture .This issuing of edicts purportedly to ensure discpline will only indicates that the particualr cuulture is not strong and is afraid of foreign influences .This would mislead the culture leading to its break down and foment extremism in students which might lead violent clashes . The world knows what a bunch of motivated irate youngsters can do . I suggest that Al-guindy be appointed the vice chancellor of JNU so that the students there can get his expert advice on morality .;-) (Jeepers ,I hope they dont adam tease him there )
And Students , I mean everyone of you,if you can read this you ,GET UP STAND UP FOR YOUR RIGHTS ,DONT GIVE UP THE FIGHT' .You are the future of this society and the ones who will be there when we would all be gone and please do not wriggle under
the false morality that is being imposed on you by the neo-talibs from guindy.Tomorrow ,I want you to live as the citizens of a great country which serves as fountainhead of knowledge for other countries not as a bunch of lost children who need elders to help in wearing undies.
If you dont,you will repent the lost freedom forever and history will never forgive you.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Monday, August 01, 2005
Events that needed a big post but didnt happen
1. JustMe changed from musingsfromchennai to musingsfrommumbai
2. My pleasure trip to karnataka
3. The rains in mumbai
4. My first trip to the Income tax office to file the returns
5. My failed attempts to make the greatest assorted single ROCK mp3 cd .
6. My hypochondriacal fears
1. JustMe changed from musingsfromchennai to musingsfrommumbai
2. My pleasure trip to karnataka
3. The rains in mumbai
4. My first trip to the Income tax office to file the returns
5. My failed attempts to make the greatest assorted single ROCK mp3 cd .
6. My hypochondriacal fears
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Friday, June 03, 2005
Rajiv assassination ,Me & Tamil nationalism
Two days back I read with much amusement the news that the LTTE(Tamil Ezha Viduthalai puligal) had procured an aircraft. This had set the cat among the doves with every Tom,Dick & Harry publishing their views on the security threat posed to India by this. These people do not realise that the Tamil Tigers have already established a de-facto state in the island nation and India wasnt able to do anything about that .
The first time I heard the word LTTE was on May 21 1991,I was 9 years old at time. I woke up to the crackling noise on AIR informing that Rajiv gandhi was assassinated at sriperumbudur the previous night by a suicide bomber and the LTTE were suspected to be behind it.My dad and mom had that worried look of what was gonna happen next .Sriperumbundur was after all only a few Kms away from where we stay. The first time I felt any kind of identification with a politician was with Rajiv Gandhi. I was always interested in what was happening around me I guess. I had just a few days back brought a big poster of Rajiv Gandhi from my aunts place. My family has a big congress heritage , . I burnt the poster I had of rajiv and put the ashes in a small box and buried it near our newly laid fence. It was my Mock funeral for the slain leader .I was angry with the LTTE and whatever ideology they stood for . The hunt for the culprits went on for another year until one eyed sivarasan was shot dead in bangalore along with a few more tigers . The list of all accused can be found here .
My attitude towards the LTTE did not change until the late 90s' . I always identified them as the men who killed my prime minister.But gradually I began to change .As i learnt about the training provided by RAW to LTTE and how the IPKF went in there against the wishes of our country men and how Mr.MGR the former CM of Tamil nadu had patronised the LTTE .I concluded that Rajiv gandhi had played with fire by getting into the internecine quarrels of the Tamil groups .
The LTTE supremo Prabhakaran a.k.a chinna thambi , has different faces to different people . He is a demi-god to his supporters and a ruthless tyrant to his opponents. The fact that Prabhakaran is a military genius in the mould of Mao and Che cannot be wished away.He has been there when Indira was there and he is still around. Such has been his intelligence that RAW was not able to penetrate his inner circle . The second in line Mahattya was assassinated over the same issue .Prabhakaran's his only aim is to secure a separate homeland for the Tamils in the North-east of srilanka. He would play all the tricks in the book to achieve it. The end would justify the means for him . Else he would not have dared to kill Rajiv Gandhi.The LTTE keeps the Tamils reminding the sacrifice of their brethren every year on "Heroes day" or "Maveerar Dhinam" ,the day LTTE's firstsuicide bomb Capt.Miller carried out his operation .On this day Prabhakaran gives a speech to all the cadres and tamils on the path ahead and days gone by . It is his own version of " State of the Union" . It is rumored that when Prabhakaran appears witha moustache it indicates that he is preparing for war and when he doesnt sport one peace is said to be around the corner.
This image of Tamil Tiger Guerrilla carrying his dead comrade draped in Tiger flag is used by the LTTE in all its Heroes' day celebrations .
The idea of suppression of the weak by the strong has been the cause for strife in most cases around the world from Palestine to East Timor . But nowhere else have the rebels single handedly established a de-facto state antagonising every superpower in the neighbhourhood as the tigers have done . If India were do a volte-face on the lankan crisis and recognise the new state of Eelam,everything would change .India is afraid to do this on two counts .First,the central government fears that insurgency may arise in Tamilnadu demanding a seperate Tamil state which would later merge with Eelam and second India's position on Kashmir would be undermined if Eelam was recognised . The borders, if they are rewritten would be written with blood with only innocent people dying . The peace lies in the No-man's land between the LTTE and the Srilankan Army .No body is daring to go and pick it up because whoever picks it up will be shot .
Two days back I read with much amusement the news that the LTTE(Tamil Ezha Viduthalai puligal) had procured an aircraft. This had set the cat among the doves with every Tom,Dick & Harry publishing their views on the security threat posed to India by this. These people do not realise that the Tamil Tigers have already established a de-facto state in the island nation and India wasnt able to do anything about that .
The first time I heard the word LTTE was on May 21 1991,I was 9 years old at time. I woke up to the crackling noise on AIR informing that Rajiv gandhi was assassinated at sriperumbudur the previous night by a suicide bomber and the LTTE were suspected to be behind it.My dad and mom had that worried look of what was gonna happen next .Sriperumbundur was after all only a few Kms away from where we stay. The first time I felt any kind of identification with a politician was with Rajiv Gandhi. I was always interested in what was happening around me I guess. I had just a few days back brought a big poster of Rajiv Gandhi from my aunts place. My family has a big congress heritage , . I burnt the poster I had of rajiv and put the ashes in a small box and buried it near our newly laid fence. It was my Mock funeral for the slain leader .I was angry with the LTTE and whatever ideology they stood for . The hunt for the culprits went on for another year until one eyed sivarasan was shot dead in bangalore along with a few more tigers . The list of all accused can be found here .
My attitude towards the LTTE did not change until the late 90s' . I always identified them as the men who killed my prime minister.But gradually I began to change .As i learnt about the training provided by RAW to LTTE and how the IPKF went in there against the wishes of our country men and how Mr.MGR the former CM of Tamil nadu had patronised the LTTE .I concluded that Rajiv gandhi had played with fire by getting into the internecine quarrels of the Tamil groups .
The LTTE supremo Prabhakaran a.k.a chinna thambi , has different faces to different people . He is a demi-god to his supporters and a ruthless tyrant to his opponents. The fact that Prabhakaran is a military genius in the mould of Mao and Che cannot be wished away.He has been there when Indira was there and he is still around. Such has been his intelligence that RAW was not able to penetrate his inner circle . The second in line Mahattya was assassinated over the same issue .Prabhakaran's his only aim is to secure a separate homeland for the Tamils in the North-east of srilanka. He would play all the tricks in the book to achieve it. The end would justify the means for him . Else he would not have dared to kill Rajiv Gandhi.The LTTE keeps the Tamils reminding the sacrifice of their brethren every year on "Heroes day" or "Maveerar Dhinam" ,the day LTTE's first
This image of Tamil Tiger Guerrilla carrying his dead comrade draped in Tiger flag is used by the LTTE in all its Heroes' day celebrations .
The idea of suppression of the weak by the strong has been the cause for strife in most cases around the world from Palestine to East Timor . But nowhere else have the rebels single handedly established a de-facto state antagonising every superpower in the neighbhourhood as the tigers have done . If India were do a volte-face on the lankan crisis and recognise the new state of Eelam,everything would change .India is afraid to do this on two counts .First,the central government fears that insurgency may arise in Tamilnadu demanding a seperate Tamil state which would later merge with Eelam and second India's position on Kashmir would be undermined if Eelam was recognised . The borders, if they are rewritten would be written with blood with only innocent people dying . The peace lies in the No-man's land between the LTTE and the Srilankan Army .No body is daring to go and pick it up because whoever picks it up will be shot .
Monday, May 30, 2005
Reading MarQuez again
It is satisfying to wake up at 11 on a monday when the whole world is in a hurry to start its weekly chores. But thats the reward you get if you work on weekends .
I went upto my room to play the guitar,but my fingers numb to do nothing of that sort . Decided to do some reading and picked up one hundred years of solitude. This book was one of those early books which when i finished reading didnt make sense at all . Though I knew that this was Marquez's master piece ,it did not make sense when i read it years back . I had read it again with much difficulty to understand why it was written that way . The title itself was a misnomer ,I thought ,when i finished reading it . But I knew I was definitely wrong since a book acclaimed by many should have something in it .Then I embarked on a journey on the net at the end of which I was lifted to higher level from where i could observe the residents of Macondo with more awareness.If you studied Marquez and did not get it ,this should be a good start http://www.readinggroupguides.com/guides/one_hundred_years_of_solit.asp
I completed it again and this time I observed a few things which i wasnt able to do in my last 3 readings .Or is it me and my Illusion ?
It is satisfying to wake up at 11 on a monday when the whole world is in a hurry to start its weekly chores. But thats the reward you get if you work on weekends .
I went upto my room to play the guitar,but my fingers numb to do nothing of that sort . Decided to do some reading and picked up one hundred years of solitude. This book was one of those early books which when i finished reading didnt make sense at all . Though I knew that this was Marquez's master piece ,it did not make sense when i read it years back . I had read it again with much difficulty to understand why it was written that way . The title itself was a misnomer ,I thought ,when i finished reading it . But I knew I was definitely wrong since a book acclaimed by many should have something in it .Then I embarked on a journey on the net at the end of which I was lifted to higher level from where i could observe the residents of Macondo with more awareness.If you studied Marquez and did not get it ,this should be a good start http://www.readinggroupguides.com/guides/one_hundred_years_of_solit.asp
I completed it again and this time I observed a few things which i wasnt able to do in my last 3 readings .Or is it me and my Illusion ?
Saturday, May 28, 2005
CARTOONS :
itrjyfopujkpipoy
These days it has become a habit watch cartoons before sleep . Returning home at 10:00 pm and seeing the whole family tear-jerking over soaps makes me puke.The word mega serial makes me go into fits . Thank god my home is one of those blessed homes in this country where there is more than one television. I goto my room and start to channel surf and inevitably endup with cartoon network or pogo or animax.Most times its Looney tunes at 11:30 . I laugh out every time when Bugs says "Hey wassup Doc " .
Some how the sight of anthromorphized animals going around dishing out wise ass comment makes me ROFL .My mom gives me the worried look whenever I laugh out loud . Which mother wouldnt be worried ,if her son is a computer programmer,returns home close to midnight,locks himself in his room and laughs the hell out. Let me not digress from the headline . Seriously folks cartoons have always been there in my life from the start .I remember going to a next door neighbhour's place ,on sunday mornings,to watch "He-man and the Masters of the Universe" ,at those times when my dad couldnt afford to buy a TV .I remember skeletor and He-man dueling it out and transformation of Cringer into the brave giant tiger . I remember kids screaming He-man ,power of grey skull.In those days of only doordarshan, it was a luxury to watch cartoons .I must have been 7 or 8 at that time.
I do not remember watching any other animated serials till I was atleast 12 years old. It was then Shazaam for a year . I frankly do not remember anything from it except for the magical word shazam . captain Marvel and his cohort's adventures made me wear a towel around my neck and shout shazam . Its kind of funny when you can recall your dumb childhood antiques.
Tom & Jerry were always around it seems .I do not recall where I first saw them . But I remember drawing Tom and jerry at the back of my mathematics question papers as early as fourth standard after my friend prasanna taught how simple it was to draw them .He was one hell of an artist for a 11 year old kid .I do not know where he is or what he does .How many of you know what all your fifth standard benchmate is doing ,none I am sure . Thank Hanna-Barbera for those two little lovely bastards .
Jungle book is one animated serial I still remember in a vivid detail .I guess I was a little more older to observe the color and music or may it was my first tryst with manga. Sher Khan's entry with that majestic back ground score will mesmerise me even now Cartoon fever then took over with Duck Tales,Looney Tunes and the gang.
Now I realise how much cartoon I have watched over the years . I thought I will jot down a couple of paragraphs and now I realise I can write a hundred pages about them.
As of now the #1 on my favorite list is Mr-Bean the animated series
Until my next post ,which I dont know when it might be , "rest easy doc"
itrjyfopujkpipoy
These days it has become a habit watch cartoons before sleep . Returning home at 10:00 pm and seeing the whole family tear-jerking over soaps makes me puke.The word mega serial makes me go into fits . Thank god my home is one of those blessed homes in this country where there is more than one television. I goto my room and start to channel surf and inevitably endup with cartoon network or pogo or animax.Most times its Looney tunes at 11:30 . I laugh out every time when Bugs says "Hey wassup Doc " .
Some how the sight of anthromorphized animals going around dishing out wise ass comment makes me ROFL .My mom gives me the worried look whenever I laugh out loud . Which mother wouldnt be worried ,if her son is a computer programmer,returns home close to midnight,locks himself in his room and laughs the hell out. Let me not digress from the headline . Seriously folks cartoons have always been there in my life from the start .I remember going to a next door neighbhour's place ,on sunday mornings,to watch "He-man and the Masters of the Universe" ,at those times when my dad couldnt afford to buy a TV .I remember skeletor and He-man dueling it out and transformation of Cringer into the brave giant tiger . I remember kids screaming He-man ,power of grey skull.In those days of only doordarshan, it was a luxury to watch cartoons .I must have been 7 or 8 at that time.
I do not remember watching any other animated serials till I was atleast 12 years old. It was then Shazaam for a year . I frankly do not remember anything from it except for the magical word shazam . captain Marvel and his cohort's adventures made me wear a towel around my neck and shout shazam . Its kind of funny when you can recall your dumb childhood antiques.
Tom & Jerry were always around it seems .I do not recall where I first saw them . But I remember drawing Tom and jerry at the back of my mathematics question papers as early as fourth standard after my friend prasanna taught how simple it was to draw them .He was one hell of an artist for a 11 year old kid .I do not know where he is or what he does .How many of you know what all your fifth standard benchmate is doing ,none I am sure . Thank Hanna-Barbera for those two little lovely bastards .
Jungle book is one animated serial I still remember in a vivid detail .I guess I was a little more older to observe the color and music or may it was my first tryst with manga. Sher Khan's entry with that majestic back ground score will mesmerise me even now Cartoon fever then took over with Duck Tales,Looney Tunes and the gang.
Now I realise how much cartoon I have watched over the years . I thought I will jot down a couple of paragraphs and now I realise I can write a hundred pages about them.
As of now the #1 on my favorite list is Mr-Bean the animated series
Until my next post ,which I dont know when it might be , "rest easy doc"
BEING A LONG HAIR
Its kind of funny when you know that people are staring at you ,but you dont wanna look back at them . Heads turn back when i walk on the road. Some guys raise their eye brows in WWE superstar Rock's style and gimme the WTF look . Women giggle among themselves .Freddy has turned out to be a Nostradamus . The worst embarrasment I had was ,when i was walking on the foot overbridge between East and west Tambaram ,a middle aged person saw me and told to his child " Hey Kudumi paaru Kudumi Paaru " <>.I cant imagine my precious possession turning out to be a butt of ridicule. I wish I could have just turned back and given that guy a knuckle sandwich for deriding my USP . Since I profess to be a pacifist ,I had to ignore it and walk on.
Life at office is not that bad . I have another pony tail for company at the company ;-). we both give ourselves the respectful nod to each other when we cross each other. Its like an acknowledgement that we are part of some kind of brother hood . Or lemme put it this way , it more like the nod harley riders give to each other when on the freeway.My Company thankfully seems to appreciate this . I sit next to my project manager and it has not caused any ripples.I have had a very bad run with the authority just because of my long hair .I always wanted to be a long hair since i was a fresher ,but the ruffians at my college a.k.a the faculty did not allow me to do it .Now with all those years behind me,its time to let the hair down,literally ;-) .
I found this site http://www.choisser.com/longhair singularly helpful in allaying my fears on hair loss
A gallery of long haired men : http://homepage.mac.com/pauljlucas/personal/men/gallery/
Its kind of funny when you know that people are staring at you ,but you dont wanna look back at them . Heads turn back when i walk on the road. Some guys raise their eye brows in WWE superstar Rock's style and gimme the WTF look . Women giggle among themselves .Freddy has turned out to be a Nostradamus . The worst embarrasment I had was ,when i was walking on the foot overbridge between East and west Tambaram ,a middle aged person saw me and told to his child " Hey Kudumi paaru Kudumi Paaru " <>.I cant imagine my precious possession turning out to be a butt of ridicule. I wish I could have just turned back and given that guy a knuckle sandwich for deriding my USP . Since I profess to be a pacifist ,I had to ignore it and walk on.
Life at office is not that bad . I have another pony tail for company at the company ;-). we both give ourselves the respectful nod to each other when we cross each other. Its like an acknowledgement that we are part of some kind of brother hood . Or lemme put it this way , it more like the nod harley riders give to each other when on the freeway.My Company thankfully seems to appreciate this . I sit next to my project manager and it has not caused any ripples.I have had a very bad run with the authority just because of my long hair .I always wanted to be a long hair since i was a fresher ,but the ruffians at my college a.k.a the faculty did not allow me to do it .Now with all those years behind me,its time to let the hair down,literally ;-) .
I found this site http://www.choisser.com/longhair singularly helpful in allaying my fears on hair loss
A gallery of long haired men : http://homepage.mac.com/pauljlucas/personal/men/gallery/
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Was in a relay mail chat with this feral gang of mine and one of them wrote a mail predicitng my future problems because of my pony tail. Here it goes have a look at it. Freddy wrote that for me by the way.
Travails of a mono-pony
I am a victim of stereotyping. Having a pony (the one with lots of hair in it) automatically typecasts me as: a) Rock addict b) Show-off c) A show-off who is also a rock addict.
Some people with more imagination and vocabulary have labelled me "Casanova", "Rocker" and "Rebel" . I won't be surprised next if frail old women stop on streets to hit me with their walking stick calling me the devil. Or young women ignoring me, thinking me aws one of their tribe. Normally, I would ignore such stereotyping. But when a fat urchin recently pointed his finger at some DAME and chanted "HRH" in chaste English, it was time to stop and introspect whether I had been breast-fed enough. Not before disembowelling him and taking him out of his misery.
The same fate is reserved for: * Street urchins who try to sell me gajras at traffic signals. * Kids who go to their moms and ask "Why Aunty has beard?" * Romeos who whistle at my back before over taking me.
One day in SNR, I was sleeping under a coconut tree and people thought I am starting a 1000 year penance. I don't know if that was worse, or he fact that when I came about, the same people asked me for belssings. The idea of a man with long hair performing normal bodily functions such as sleeping, was preposterous. And these happen to be people of the same generation who readily believe in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
However, this was hardly annoying compared to those who have the obsessive-compulsive desire to tug my pony in passing causing my head to jerk and guarantee Carpal Tunnel Syndrome before I know what it means. These people should not be allowed to breed.
My pony is not a fashion statement. Neither am I protesting anything. And NO, you cannot touch to see if it real. It is an extension of my personality... my power source. I have not named it yet, but I must confess, every time I open my ponytail, I have to cry: "By the power of Grayskull... He Man - The Master of the Universe".
It has helped me break ice with strangers and has been the source of endless entertainment to many. It crosses age, race, culture, creed and classes of local train compartments.
For example, the time when I had approached a few village women for drinking water as they washed clothes near a river. Even before I opened my mouth, the village women had started giggling unabashedly. This is what lack of satellite television does to you. In the end, I not only managed to get water but also their only village phone number.
Another time when I was wearing my khaki trousers with matching bag and shirt and some jerk on the road asked me whether I was the postman! Not realising I was armed with a 152mm Pony Tail and was not afraid to use it. I turned my head, and in one swift flick, opened my pony, chanting my power line - "By the power of Grayskull... He Man - The Master of the Universe". Next, he was seen lying on my feet begging for mercy. I only spared him because he convinced me that he has a blind mother and two unmarried sisters... who have a thing for guys with ponytails.
No one wants to mess with a pony-tailed man in the crowded Chennai buses. My fellow passengers can be seen in positions such as The Crouching Tiger and The Hidden Dragon... while I, on the other hand, am left alone, as if I am carrying a fish basket on my head dripping of stinky sweat.
"It is time for Moahan to settle down", says my mom. A thought that sends shudders down my pony. 'Coz I know no father in his right mind will give away his daughter to a man with a ponytail. And to suggest cutting it is akin to suggesting a. It is against my religion.
Like Martin Luther King, I have a dream. I dream of the day when men will not be judged by their ponytails. Behind every successful man will be a successful pony. (Clap now)
Pony-tailed guys will be perceived as normal blokes capable of normal emotions and commitment. (Standing ovation now)
Ponies would symbolise a man capable of cooking, cleaning and after-sex conversation. Someone who can change baby nappies and you can proudly take home to daddy. (Women throw underwear now)
Whatever the case, the pony is here to stay. Like He Man.
Travails of a mono-pony
I am a victim of stereotyping. Having a pony (the one with lots of hair in it) automatically typecasts me as: a) Rock addict b) Show-off c) A show-off who is also a rock addict.
Some people with more imagination and vocabulary have labelled me "Casanova", "Rocker" and "Rebel" . I won't be surprised next if frail old women stop on streets to hit me with their walking stick calling me the devil. Or young women ignoring me, thinking me aws one of their tribe. Normally, I would ignore such stereotyping. But when a fat urchin recently pointed his finger at some DAME and chanted "HRH" in chaste English, it was time to stop and introspect whether I had been breast-fed enough. Not before disembowelling him and taking him out of his misery.
The same fate is reserved for: * Street urchins who try to sell me gajras at traffic signals. * Kids who go to their moms and ask "Why Aunty has beard?" * Romeos who whistle at my back before over taking me.
One day in SNR, I was sleeping under a coconut tree and people thought I am starting a 1000 year penance. I don't know if that was worse, or he fact that when I came about, the same people asked me for belssings. The idea of a man with long hair performing normal bodily functions such as sleeping, was preposterous. And these happen to be people of the same generation who readily believe in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
However, this was hardly annoying compared to those who have the obsessive-compulsive desire to tug my pony in passing causing my head to jerk and guarantee Carpal Tunnel Syndrome before I know what it means. These people should not be allowed to breed.
My pony is not a fashion statement. Neither am I protesting anything. And NO, you cannot touch to see if it real. It is an extension of my personality... my power source. I have not named it yet, but I must confess, every time I open my ponytail, I have to cry: "By the power of Grayskull... He Man - The Master of the Universe".
It has helped me break ice with strangers and has been the source of endless entertainment to many. It crosses age, race, culture, creed and classes of local train compartments.
For example, the time when I had approached a few village women for drinking water as they washed clothes near a river. Even before I opened my mouth, the village women had started giggling unabashedly. This is what lack of satellite television does to you. In the end, I not only managed to get water but also their only village phone number.
Another time when I was wearing my khaki trousers with matching bag and shirt and some jerk on the road asked me whether I was the postman! Not realising I was armed with a 152mm Pony Tail and was not afraid to use it. I turned my head, and in one swift flick, opened my pony, chanting my power line - "By the power of Grayskull... He Man - The Master of the Universe". Next, he was seen lying on my feet begging for mercy. I only spared him because he convinced me that he has a blind mother and two unmarried sisters... who have a thing for guys with ponytails.
No one wants to mess with a pony-tailed man in the crowded Chennai buses. My fellow passengers can be seen in positions such as The Crouching Tiger and The Hidden Dragon... while I, on the other hand, am left alone, as if I am carrying a fish basket on my head dripping of stinky sweat.
"It is time for Moahan to settle down", says my mom. A thought that sends shudders down my pony. 'Coz I know no father in his right mind will give away his daughter to a man with a ponytail. And to suggest cutting it is akin to suggesting a
Like Martin Luther King, I have a dream. I dream of the day when men will not be judged by their ponytails. Behind every successful man will be a successful pony. (Clap now)
Pony-tailed guys will be perceived as normal blokes capable of normal emotions and commitment. (Standing ovation now)
Ponies would symbolise a man capable of cooking, cleaning and after-sex conversation. Someone who can change baby nappies and you can proudly take home to daddy. (Women throw underwear now)
Whatever the case, the pony is here to stay. Like He Man.
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