Monday, November 20, 2006
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Welcome 2006
Another year has arrived . This time around I am in sitting in a different country. I have arrived to the land of free ... home of the brave .. whatever you call it . I came to Minneapolis a month back and this extreme cold has confined my outdoor activties to zero .
I shot this photograph from the window of my room , I guess that gives a rough estimate of how cold this place is
Saturday, September 24, 2005
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.
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.
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.
Saturday, November 20, 2004
I had gone to an orphanage this weekend and though i wanted to write an article abt it i am tired to do the same..I have just copied the mail flow between the gang in office which went to the place,I think this should suffice.
To XX
cc XX
Subject hi people hello alll,
i hope everyone had a grt holiday at ur home!!!!!!!!! well me toooofew updates i have to tell
on 14 nov Mo ( from our grp ) went n gave chocs to those kids as it there day !!!!!!!!!then K has got crackers and we shall celebrate diwali with them ... i request u all to make urself free tomorrow evening after 6 n till 7 pm so tht we can go there n burst the same !!! atleast snr people as can take 8.30 bus ( i hope it wont be tht late )
we got crackers as those kids wished for the same !!actually we had diwali celebrations here in SNR from XXX n those kids where invited n when i spoke to them they where like we have enough clothes n eatables now n we want crackers is what they told me !! so i felt the pinch n it was like better to full fill their wish !!!!!!!!
Thanks
Sw
To xxxx
cc
xxxxSubject Re: hi people Just a friendly reminder !!!hey people we have planned to go today n i request the SNR people to find little time to come n join !!!
thanks,Sw
To xxxx
cc xxxx
Subject Re: hi people Hi all,
Whoever will be able to come today, pls reply to this mail. As planned we'll be starting by 6.
K
To xxx
cc xxx
Subject Re: hi people Hi All..
Five people from SNR- Sw,K,Mo,JJ and Myself.. went there and had VERY VERY GR8 time...... njoying with the Kids.. We(v 5 'n the Kids) were really very happy and njoyed every bit of it, till the point the last rocket was into bits and pieces.. I've no words to explain how well the kids have njoyed it. and one shud see their faces full of joy .... Also, as this is the very first time for me to spend Deepavali with children@an orphanage, I'm very much Contented.Thought of writing much more.. but.. cudn't put all my feelings in here.. But, anyway.. V all njoyed it a looooooooot..
Sri
To xxxx
cc xxxx
Subject Re: hi people yup very true, we really had a greatest time !!! it was a real challenge !! we had keep cool n handle soo many kids .....they where in full enthu n we had to be very cautious as it was crackers n they r all tiny tots!!!! then there is no power there ( i hope i have told it before ) .but we made it a grand success !!!!
people who dint come really missed the show : )
Sw
To xxx
cc xxxxx
Subject Re: hi people Hi all,Seems like Sri has to cutshort her 5 people list by 1 as I was also feelin one of the kids .We started from SNR as soon as the office was over and trekked to the orphanage,having a good banter all through the way .As soon as we entered all the kids started sorrounding us and every one started saying " My name is X and what is your name "? .I never had to introduce myself to such a number of people after my ILP induction classes.We then told them that we were there to fulfil there wishes of wanting to do fireworks.All the kids started sorrounding sw and started screaming "Aunty Aunty enaku enaku ".SInce I was standing next to sw they called me also " Aunty,Aunty"... Poor kids couldnt differentiate between a guy in pants and gal in pants.
Then K opened the sparkler pack and we started to distribute them ..Somehow we couldnt control them at first and the kids ran riot for a few minutes.Then we made an arrangement whereby each kid would in turn get two sparklers to light.You must have seen their faces..It was brighter than those sparklers.The kids started thinking they were windmills and started rotating the sparklers really fast and it kept us all on tenterhooks.The kids were clapping and shouting whenever a sparkler was lit.Then a kid started writing numbers in the air with the sparklers..The count started from 1..onnu,rendu,moonu..the crowd cheered the guy on..The count ended at padhimoonu...13 is an unlucky number now I am sure.Then we shifted planes and it was turn for flower pots .We had lots of electric wire sparklers ,Me,JJ and sw took turns in making the kids light the flowerpots.The screaming of the kids reached a crescendo everytime the spakles from the flowerpot went high.One flower pot turned into flower bomb.Luckily no one was injured.The kids were more confident than us on this front.Then we started lighting zameen chakkars and man i lost count of how many of them exploded in the end .But the kids enjoyed every part of it.And finally came the most dangerous assignment of them all,lighting rockets, which was handed to the most courageous man in the group ,to me , :-P..I had to spoil a kid's water bottle for the mission.I kept the rockets in the bottle and lighted with matchsticks...Zoooooooooooom they went and i thought they would light up the sky ..but it was a damp squib ,it went up and exploded that was it.No colorful sparkles..:-( .. The "Pattas kadaikaran" hd cheated k. Then the fifth rocket did the most astonishing thing..it started perfect but suddenly nose dived and started chasing a motorcyclist on the old mahabalipuram road and landed ahead of him..Man he must have been scared " :-) ",...I imagined what I would have done i had a bazooka in my hand instead of that cheeta fight theepetti..After every thing was said and done ,we left from there at 8.15 and we had a walking race to reach SNR .Due to the modesty I learnt from DOC I am not saying who won the race..All in all people ,it was one of the most memorable days of my life,..Two kids were standing near the fence as we left and said 'please come for christmas"..Sure we will go people...wont we????
Mo
To xxx
cc xxxx
Subject Re: hi people I think the children were a bit confused seeing Mo's hair & called him Aunty. Can't blame them though as sometimes I tend to make the same mistake. & for the brave act, you should have seen the face of the ' most courageous man ' when he tentatively approached the roket bottle. The kids were saying " Ithe vida supera nange vedikere" (Forgive my Tamil, but I hope you got the point). But overall I was one othe greatest experiences of my life. Really had a wonderful evening, Thanks to Sw, K, Mo & Sri.
JJ
To xxx
cc xxx
bcc
Subject Re: hi people
Hi,
I got excited when I read your feelings yesterday. Mo Chance sa ella pinnitinga. He will be good director soon. Try for it. It seems to be that I enjoyed with you yesterday after i read it. Keep going on.
Mo, If possible forward your previous stories to me. The way you explained is fantastic. We will continue doing this kind of activities.
Regards,
Sree
To XX
cc XX
Subject hi people hello alll,
i hope everyone had a grt holiday at ur home!!!!!!!!! well me toooofew updates i have to tell
on 14 nov Mo ( from our grp ) went n gave chocs to those kids as it there day !!!!!!!!!then K has got crackers and we shall celebrate diwali with them ... i request u all to make urself free tomorrow evening after 6 n till 7 pm so tht we can go there n burst the same !!! atleast snr people as can take 8.30 bus ( i hope it wont be tht late )
we got crackers as those kids wished for the same !!actually we had diwali celebrations here in SNR from XXX n those kids where invited n when i spoke to them they where like we have enough clothes n eatables now n we want crackers is what they told me !! so i felt the pinch n it was like better to full fill their wish !!!!!!!!
Thanks
Sw
To xxxx
cc
xxxxSubject Re: hi people Just a friendly reminder !!!hey people we have planned to go today n i request the SNR people to find little time to come n join !!!
thanks,Sw
To xxxx
cc xxxx
Subject Re: hi people Hi all,
Whoever will be able to come today, pls reply to this mail. As planned we'll be starting by 6.
K
To xxx
cc xxx
Subject Re: hi people Hi All..
Five people from SNR- Sw,K,Mo,JJ and Myself.. went there and had VERY VERY GR8 time...... njoying with the Kids.. We(v 5 'n the Kids) were really very happy and njoyed every bit of it, till the point the last rocket was into bits and pieces.. I've no words to explain how well the kids have njoyed it. and one shud see their faces full of joy .... Also, as this is the very first time for me to spend Deepavali with children@an orphanage, I'm very much Contented.Thought of writing much more.. but.. cudn't put all my feelings in here.. But, anyway.. V all njoyed it a looooooooot..
Sri
To xxxx
cc xxxx
Subject Re: hi people yup very true, we really had a greatest time !!! it was a real challenge !! we had keep cool n handle soo many kids .....they where in full enthu n we had to be very cautious as it was crackers n they r all tiny tots!!!! then there is no power there ( i hope i have told it before ) .but we made it a grand success !!!!
people who dint come really missed the show : )
Sw
To xxx
cc xxxxx
Subject Re: hi people Hi all,Seems like Sri has to cutshort her 5 people list by 1 as I was also feelin one of the kids .We started from SNR as soon as the office was over and trekked to the orphanage,having a good banter all through the way .As soon as we entered all the kids started sorrounding us and every one started saying " My name is X and what is your name "? .I never had to introduce myself to such a number of people after my ILP induction classes.We then told them that we were there to fulfil there wishes of wanting to do fireworks.All the kids started sorrounding sw and started screaming "Aunty Aunty enaku enaku ".SInce I was standing next to sw they called me also " Aunty,Aunty"... Poor kids couldnt differentiate between a guy in pants and gal in pants.
Then K opened the sparkler pack and we started to distribute them ..Somehow we couldnt control them at first and the kids ran riot for a few minutes.Then we made an arrangement whereby each kid would in turn get two sparklers to light.You must have seen their faces..It was brighter than those sparklers.The kids started thinking they were windmills and started rotating the sparklers really fast and it kept us all on tenterhooks.The kids were clapping and shouting whenever a sparkler was lit.Then a kid started writing numbers in the air with the sparklers..The count started from 1..onnu,rendu,moonu..the crowd cheered the guy on..The count ended at padhimoonu...13 is an unlucky number now I am sure.Then we shifted planes and it was turn for flower pots .We had lots of electric wire sparklers ,Me,JJ and sw took turns in making the kids light the flowerpots.The screaming of the kids reached a crescendo everytime the spakles from the flowerpot went high.One flower pot turned into flower bomb.Luckily no one was injured.The kids were more confident than us on this front.Then we started lighting zameen chakkars and man i lost count of how many of them exploded in the end .But the kids enjoyed every part of it.And finally came the most dangerous assignment of them all,lighting rockets, which was handed to the most courageous man in the group ,to me , :-P..I had to spoil a kid's water bottle for the mission.I kept the rockets in the bottle and lighted with matchsticks...Zoooooooooooom they went and i thought they would light up the sky ..but it was a damp squib ,it went up and exploded that was it.No colorful sparkles..:-( .. The "Pattas kadaikaran" hd cheated k. Then the fifth rocket did the most astonishing thing..it started perfect but suddenly nose dived and started chasing a motorcyclist on the old mahabalipuram road and landed ahead of him..Man he must have been scared " :-) ",...I imagined what I would have done i had a bazooka in my hand instead of that cheeta fight theepetti..After every thing was said and done ,we left from there at 8.15 and we had a walking race to reach SNR .Due to the modesty I learnt from DOC I am not saying who won the race..All in all people ,it was one of the most memorable days of my life,..Two kids were standing near the fence as we left and said 'please come for christmas"..Sure we will go people...wont we????
Mo
To xxx
cc xxxx
Subject Re: hi people I think the children were a bit confused seeing Mo's hair & called him Aunty. Can't blame them though as sometimes I tend to make the same mistake. & for the brave act, you should have seen the face of the ' most courageous man ' when he tentatively approached the roket bottle. The kids were saying " Ithe vida supera nange vedikere" (Forgive my Tamil, but I hope you got the point). But overall I was one othe greatest experiences of my life. Really had a wonderful evening, Thanks to Sw, K, Mo & Sri.
JJ
To xxx
cc xxx
bcc
Subject Re: hi people
Hi,
I got excited when I read your feelings yesterday. Mo Chance sa ella pinnitinga. He will be good director soon. Try for it. It seems to be that I enjoyed with you yesterday after i read it. Keep going on.
Mo, If possible forward your previous stories to me. The way you explained is fantastic. We will continue doing this kind of activities.
Regards,
Sree
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Another Diwali has come and gone.Gone are the days when I used to roam the streets like an urchin carrying 'bijli vedis'(small thin crackers) in my hand an d throwing them away after lighting it in my hand.May be sylvester stallone can challenege me on the throwing of bijli vedis.I have gone mellow over the years and now i am sometimes scared of the 'pattas'(term used for crackers).Drifting back through time gone by ,I remember my experiments with weapons of mass destruction ..Will be on the next post.
Sunday, November 07, 2004
Woke up with a strange dream today.I dreamt that i was married to a russian femme fatale and the day next to our marriage ,she runs away with some one else .I find them both and kill them.Then I put down my gun next to her and start crying.Crazy dream..must be due to the medication that i am taking for the cough that has afflicted me.Thinking about dreams ,I was wondering what dream I last had.To be candid it was about SA and if further details were to be mentioned the censor board would have to give my dream an A certificate.After this i found interpretations for dreams on a site called www.dreammoods.com .Here I found an interpretation of an old dream I used have.I used to have dreams of my teeth falling and used to wake up and touch my teeth to verify if they were still there.Here comes the explanation for it.Phew its along one..do read if you have time.
"My Teeth Are Falling"
Dreams that your teeth are falling out are the most common dreams we here at Dream Moods receive. Common dream scenarios include having your teeth crumbling in your hands or your teeth falling out one by one with just a light tap. Such dreams are not only horrifying and shocking, but often leaves the dreamer with a lasting image of the dream. So what does it mean?
One theory is that dreams about your teeth reflect your anxiety about your appearance and how others perceive you. Sadly, we live in a world where good looks are valued highly and your teeth play an important role in conveying that image. Teeth are used in the game of flirtations, whether it be a dazzling and gleaming smile or affectionate necking. These dreams may stem from a fear of your sexual impotence or the consequences of getting old. Teeth are an important feature of our attractiveness and presentation to others. Everybody worries about how they appear to others. Caring about our appearance is natural and healthy.
Another rationalization for these falling teeth dream may be rooted in your fear of being embarrassed or making a fool of yourself in some specific situation. These dreams are an over-exaggeration of your worries and anxiety.
Teeth are used to bite, tear, chew and gnaw. In this regard, teeth represent power. And the loss of teeth in your dream may be from a sense of powerlessness. Are you lacking power in some current situation? Perhaps you are having difficulties expressing yourself or getting your point across. You feel frustrated when your voice is not being heard. You may be experiencing feelings of inferiority and a lack of self-confidence in some situation or relationship in your life. This dream is an indication that you need to be more assertive and believe in the value of your own opinion.
In the latest research, it has been shown that women in menopause have frequent dreams about teeth. This may be related to getting older and/or feeling unattractive and less feminine.
Traditionally, it was thought that dreaming that you did not have teeth, represent malnutrition which may be applicable to some dreamers.
Other Perspectives
A scriptural interpretation for bad or falling teeth indicate that you are putting your faith, trust, and beliefs in what man thinks rather than in the word of God. The bible says that God speaks once, yea twice in a dream or a vision in order to hide pride from us, to keep us back from the pit, to open our ears (spiritually) and to instruct and correct us.
In the Greek culture, when you dream about loose, rotten, or missing teeth, it indicates that a family member or close friend is very sick or even near death.
According to the Chinese, there is a saying that your teeth will fall out if your are telling lies.
It has also been said that if you dream of your teeth falling out, then it symbolizes money. This is based on the old tooth fairy story. If you lose a tooth and leave it under the pillow, a tooth fairy would bring you money.
"My Teeth Are Falling"
Dreams that your teeth are falling out are the most common dreams we here at Dream Moods receive. Common dream scenarios include having your teeth crumbling in your hands or your teeth falling out one by one with just a light tap. Such dreams are not only horrifying and shocking, but often leaves the dreamer with a lasting image of the dream. So what does it mean?
One theory is that dreams about your teeth reflect your anxiety about your appearance and how others perceive you. Sadly, we live in a world where good looks are valued highly and your teeth play an important role in conveying that image. Teeth are used in the game of flirtations, whether it be a dazzling and gleaming smile or affectionate necking. These dreams may stem from a fear of your sexual impotence or the consequences of getting old. Teeth are an important feature of our attractiveness and presentation to others. Everybody worries about how they appear to others. Caring about our appearance is natural and healthy.
Another rationalization for these falling teeth dream may be rooted in your fear of being embarrassed or making a fool of yourself in some specific situation. These dreams are an over-exaggeration of your worries and anxiety.
Teeth are used to bite, tear, chew and gnaw. In this regard, teeth represent power. And the loss of teeth in your dream may be from a sense of powerlessness. Are you lacking power in some current situation? Perhaps you are having difficulties expressing yourself or getting your point across. You feel frustrated when your voice is not being heard. You may be experiencing feelings of inferiority and a lack of self-confidence in some situation or relationship in your life. This dream is an indication that you need to be more assertive and believe in the value of your own opinion.
In the latest research, it has been shown that women in menopause have frequent dreams about teeth. This may be related to getting older and/or feeling unattractive and less feminine.
Traditionally, it was thought that dreaming that you did not have teeth, represent malnutrition which may be applicable to some dreamers.
Other Perspectives
A scriptural interpretation for bad or falling teeth indicate that you are putting your faith, trust, and beliefs in what man thinks rather than in the word of God. The bible says that God speaks once, yea twice in a dream or a vision in order to hide pride from us, to keep us back from the pit, to open our ears (spiritually) and to instruct and correct us.
In the Greek culture, when you dream about loose, rotten, or missing teeth, it indicates that a family member or close friend is very sick or even near death.
According to the Chinese, there is a saying that your teeth will fall out if your are telling lies.
It has also been said that if you dream of your teeth falling out, then it symbolizes money. This is based on the old tooth fairy story. If you lose a tooth and leave it under the pillow, a tooth fairy would bring you money.
Saturday, November 06, 2004
Three days back I was on the bus and I met an American named Christy Schultz.He was sitting next to a Indian lady . I occupied the seat the seat next to him and introduced myself ,he did the same and asked me "Hey would you mind if if ask something.." ."Not at all.." said I .He asked me " Is it ok to sit beside a lady ..?".I thought for a while and said "Yeah it is ok,generally locals dont do it.but since you are a foreigner they wont mind".After a small chit chat I asked who is he gonna vote for and if can vote from the embassy here .To my surprise he gave me the answer "I am voting for Enlightenment". So people still do come to India for search of enlightenment, great...I asked whether he was married ,he said he was divorced now and he had a daughter pursuing her university education at the university of texas at arlington.I smiled and said that I too had secured an admission there.Then my talk turned to his name.I asked whether he was an American of German origin ,he said ,he was and his ex wife was also german.Then we talked about samuel huntington's latest thesis that hispanics are taking over the world,to which he funnily replied that america has become the colony of spain again.Then I let him know that i might be in minneapolis next year and will pay his californian home a visit.Then after mutual exchange of addresses and cards we parted.
Saturday, October 30, 2004
Am in no mood to write the blog.The performance went bad.Had an exam to attend.Was so frsutrated that i have never been like this before.If i could dig a hole and disappear..Tried to cool myself by buying the weekly ananta vikatan and started reading it.Felt very emotional after reading a story .Spent 2 hours translating and editing it.read for your pleasure..
MR ENRORU BRIHASPATHI BY ANURADHA RAMANAN - TRANSLATED BY PUYAL
There was a huge laughter sound in the living room.
“Oh MR has come...” Raghuram forgetting his age and leaving his dosa half finished in the plate ran to the living room.
“ So what! He can wait until you finish another dosa. He always comes at the most inopportune times” Rajee murmured.
“You never liked him, did you? you always pick on him ,Whatever you say ,on my priority list MR comes even before my wife…” saying this Raghuram winked at his daughter in law Sangeetha ,who was helping her Mother in law in making chutney and ran to the living room.
It has been ten years since Sangeetha came to this house as daughter in law .She remembered her first visit to her husband's home as a couple ,after marriage with vinodh , as fresh as though it had happened yesterday. When the couple fell at the feet of their in-laws, Raghu said this “Vinodh go and take blessings from MR first, it’s only because of him that you have become an American citizen”.
“What Raghu what are you saying…” MR squirmed uneasily. “Uncle isn’t what dad says true” said vinodh and fell at MR's feet. MR embraced vinodh and tears of joy started flowing down his cheek.
That night, the “Shanthi Muhurtham” (First night) was fixed. Sangeetha was sweating profusely with nervousness and vinodh was blushing with a tinge of manhood.
MR was standing in the living room. He called vinodh and handed him a small box of sweets
“Uncle come inside” said vinodh. “No! No! I am a pucca Brahmachari ,even my shadow should not fall inside this room .Vinodh this is Thirunelveli iruttu kadai halwa, share it with Sangeetha ,don’t eat it all by yourself…” said MR with a smile flavored with friendliness.
“What’s that name MR? What’s his full name? And what relationship is he to us?...” Sangeetha asked all these questions when she was new to her in laws place.
“His name is Madhav Rao. Dad’s friend ,since childhood. He would give even his life for dad. He was working in a big organization as manager. He never married…”, said Vinodh.
Why? Asked Sangeetha with her curiosity increased.
“Some way he never liked marriage, but he never interfered in anybody's wishes .To make the matter clear, actually he was the one who argued with dad for my sister Priya's love marriage and made it a reality. But mother never liked him…”
Why? Asked again Sangeetha betraying a sense of pitiness.
“MR would turn up here at the most inopportune times, he would come suddenly and would say “come Raghu pick the children, let’s go to a hotel… “Or “give me some rasam in this vessel…” carrying a small 'sombu'. Mom could not say yes or no. Dad never worried about that, for him only his friend came first...”
Vinodh’s brother Babu once said “Before marriage and after marriage Mom never got a chance to be alone with dad. MR Uncle would have always been hanging around dad like a villain.That's why Mom still carries the grudge against him and gets angry whenever she sees him…”
Sangeetha thought that her Mother in laws anger was justified.
Now it's Deepavali time, all the four children's families have come home which is a rarity. They will have many family issues to discuss and this ageing, sixty something MR doesn’t have the courtesy to stay away from the house to enable it.
Sangeetha narrated the morning's incident and Raghuram's banter to Vinodh.”But Sangeetha ,replied vinodh ,our family is very lucky to have MR uncle as dad's friend .With out his help neither me or Babu would never have went to college”
Overhearing her son's words Rajee got very angry .Oh depending on him did we bear 4 children. If your dad's salary was not enough I would have worked as a maid and brought you up…”, she rebutted.
Sangeetha was heart broke. Why was her father in law having MR's friendship while such an undercurrent of hatred was there against him in the home.
That evening....
The whole family went to the Kapaleeswarar temple .Priya and her husband were window shopping at all the stalls ,Babu and Bharat were going their own way with their wives. Vinodh was walking with his Mother and his children.
Raghuram's slipper strap gave way enroute and he struggled to walk with it ,so he slowed down ,Sangeetha joined him and gave him company.
“Mama (Father in law) where is your friend MR” Sangeetha asked her father in law.
“Oh MR! He went earlier to get the coconuts and fruits for the archanai” replied Raghuram.
“Mama if you don’t mind, I will tell you something, I don’t like MR hanging around and frequently disturbing us, Atthai (Mother in law) is also feeling the same way...”
Raghu stopped walking. “Did Rajee say that she doesn’t like MR coming to our house” he asked Sangeetha.
“In the morning ...” Sangeetha narrated Rajee's outburst to her son.
Raghu cleared his throat and turned towards Sangeetha and said “ Rajee herself knows that her anger towards MR isn't true. How could she drive away a man she loved for 8 years?”
“What?” Sangeetha froze .
Raghuram without any hint of exaggeration proceeded ahead. He said “ I do not have to say this to anybody ,but I am considering you as my elder daughter and saying this to you. Once when Babu was with bad company ,MR caught him red handed and slapped him. Abu asked MR "who are you to slap me?”. That night how Rajee cried and twisted in agony only I know...”
Now Raghu laughed at Sangeetha and proceeded ahead “what are you wondering? Even in our times there was love and love failures. Those days MR was the hero. He was intelligent and handsome. All the girls in the neighborhood would do anything to talk to MR .But he somehow fell in love with this foolish Rajee. He would write her endless letters and give her sweets .Rajee would also give him her homemade bajjis and pakodas.I was the go between these two and carried letters and eatables to and fro…”
“MR was a Telugu boy .So both the families did not agree to the marriage .One day he took a black beaded chain ,kept it under the temple goddess' feet for blessing and gave it to me and said “Give this to Rajee and ask her to come out of her home and I will take care of the rest”. I did exactly what MR told me and asked Rajee to get ready to catch the early morning train. But Rajee was scared .she thought her dad and mom would commit suicide if she did some thing like that...”
“Then how did she marry you...”-Sangeetha, separating her dried lips.
Raghuram bent down and picked the slipper and threw it away. He then smiled at Sangeetha and proceeded ahead.
“Some how, her dad got wind of the affair and met my mom and arranged for a marriage between both of us. A distant relationship, a beautiful bride ..My mom was very happy. I refused to marry Rajee saying that I did not like the girl. But I never revealed her affair with MR to anybody…”
Sangeetha was nearly fainting and was wondering how her father in law could tell all the events with such a ease. This kept her away from asking her father in law any more questions.
“Rajee's dad spoke to me alone and said that he would marry Rajee off as a third wife to a zamindar, if I did not marry her. Under any circumstance would he marry Rajee to MR…”
“Hearing this MR was devastated .He told me that he could never see Rajee’s life torn to tatters in front of his eyes and started crying. If you marry her ,I will at least be happy that she is safe with you. Please don't spoil her life by refusing to marry her, he sobbed. He promised in front of god that he never had any physical relationship with her .I was shocked. I would have believed him ,if he just had said a word. No one knew both of them better than me...”
Raghu's lips began to tremble and tears started rolling down the cheeks
“Then why?. Why Athai? How athai would feel seeing him everyday “ asked Sangeetha gathering some courage.
Raghu laughed out loud .”You only know that much .She has been my wife and mother to my children due to societal pressure and matrimonial promise. Her heart is still with MR. If he doesn’t come home for 2 days ,she would start feeling bad. She wouldn't even ask me why MR was not there. She would start weeping without any reason. She will bark at others for no apparent reason. She still has that black beaded chain MR gave to her in the locker..”.
Raghu paused for a second and continued “ Do you feel bad about the behavior of your mother in law?...”
Sangeetha replied in the negative.
“Please don’t! It’s a sin. She cannot forget MR and cannot move away from me. I cannot hate either MR or her. It’s the same for MR too. She’s a woman that’s why she cannot say anything to anybody. I hope you would understand a woman's feelings and not ask her any questions...”
Before Raghu could complete. They neared the temple entrance. MR came rushing towards. He started shouting at Raghu, “If your slipper is torn can't you call my mobile and tell me ..I would have given you my slippers. Why did you walk bare feet. Dont you remember that you are a diabetic. You don’t have any responsibilities…”
MR was agitated,Raghuram was laughing. Sangeetha turned the other way to hide her tears.
In the distance she could see Rajee ..Around her were her children and grandchildren like a chain of black beads.
MR ENRORU BRIHASPATHI BY ANURADHA RAMANAN - TRANSLATED BY PUYAL
There was a huge laughter sound in the living room.
“Oh MR has come...” Raghuram forgetting his age and leaving his dosa half finished in the plate ran to the living room.
“ So what! He can wait until you finish another dosa. He always comes at the most inopportune times” Rajee murmured.
“You never liked him, did you? you always pick on him ,Whatever you say ,on my priority list MR comes even before my wife…” saying this Raghuram winked at his daughter in law Sangeetha ,who was helping her Mother in law in making chutney and ran to the living room.
It has been ten years since Sangeetha came to this house as daughter in law .She remembered her first visit to her husband's home as a couple ,after marriage with vinodh , as fresh as though it had happened yesterday. When the couple fell at the feet of their in-laws, Raghu said this “Vinodh go and take blessings from MR first, it’s only because of him that you have become an American citizen”.
“What Raghu what are you saying…” MR squirmed uneasily. “Uncle isn’t what dad says true” said vinodh and fell at MR's feet. MR embraced vinodh and tears of joy started flowing down his cheek.
That night, the “Shanthi Muhurtham” (First night) was fixed. Sangeetha was sweating profusely with nervousness and vinodh was blushing with a tinge of manhood.
MR was standing in the living room. He called vinodh and handed him a small box of sweets
“Uncle come inside” said vinodh. “No! No! I am a pucca Brahmachari ,even my shadow should not fall inside this room .Vinodh this is Thirunelveli iruttu kadai halwa, share it with Sangeetha ,don’t eat it all by yourself…” said MR with a smile flavored with friendliness.
“What’s that name MR? What’s his full name? And what relationship is he to us?...” Sangeetha asked all these questions when she was new to her in laws place.
“His name is Madhav Rao. Dad’s friend ,since childhood. He would give even his life for dad. He was working in a big organization as manager. He never married…”, said Vinodh.
Why? Asked Sangeetha with her curiosity increased.
“Some way he never liked marriage, but he never interfered in anybody's wishes .To make the matter clear, actually he was the one who argued with dad for my sister Priya's love marriage and made it a reality. But mother never liked him…”
Why? Asked again Sangeetha betraying a sense of pitiness.
“MR would turn up here at the most inopportune times, he would come suddenly and would say “come Raghu pick the children, let’s go to a hotel… “Or “give me some rasam in this vessel…” carrying a small 'sombu'. Mom could not say yes or no. Dad never worried about that, for him only his friend came first...”
Vinodh’s brother Babu once said “Before marriage and after marriage Mom never got a chance to be alone with dad. MR Uncle would have always been hanging around dad like a villain.That's why Mom still carries the grudge against him and gets angry whenever she sees him…”
Sangeetha thought that her Mother in laws anger was justified.
Now it's Deepavali time, all the four children's families have come home which is a rarity. They will have many family issues to discuss and this ageing, sixty something MR doesn’t have the courtesy to stay away from the house to enable it.
Sangeetha narrated the morning's incident and Raghuram's banter to Vinodh.”But Sangeetha ,replied vinodh ,our family is very lucky to have MR uncle as dad's friend .With out his help neither me or Babu would never have went to college”
Overhearing her son's words Rajee got very angry .Oh depending on him did we bear 4 children. If your dad's salary was not enough I would have worked as a maid and brought you up…”, she rebutted.
Sangeetha was heart broke. Why was her father in law having MR's friendship while such an undercurrent of hatred was there against him in the home.
That evening....
The whole family went to the Kapaleeswarar temple .Priya and her husband were window shopping at all the stalls ,Babu and Bharat were going their own way with their wives. Vinodh was walking with his Mother and his children.
Raghuram's slipper strap gave way enroute and he struggled to walk with it ,so he slowed down ,Sangeetha joined him and gave him company.
“Mama (Father in law) where is your friend MR” Sangeetha asked her father in law.
“Oh MR! He went earlier to get the coconuts and fruits for the archanai” replied Raghuram.
“Mama if you don’t mind, I will tell you something, I don’t like MR hanging around and frequently disturbing us, Atthai (Mother in law) is also feeling the same way...”
Raghu stopped walking. “Did Rajee say that she doesn’t like MR coming to our house” he asked Sangeetha.
“In the morning ...” Sangeetha narrated Rajee's outburst to her son.
Raghu cleared his throat and turned towards Sangeetha and said “ Rajee herself knows that her anger towards MR isn't true. How could she drive away a man she loved for 8 years?”
“What?” Sangeetha froze .
Raghuram without any hint of exaggeration proceeded ahead. He said “ I do not have to say this to anybody ,but I am considering you as my elder daughter and saying this to you. Once when Babu was with bad company ,MR caught him red handed and slapped him. Abu asked MR "who are you to slap me?”. That night how Rajee cried and twisted in agony only I know...”
Now Raghu laughed at Sangeetha and proceeded ahead “what are you wondering? Even in our times there was love and love failures. Those days MR was the hero. He was intelligent and handsome. All the girls in the neighborhood would do anything to talk to MR .But he somehow fell in love with this foolish Rajee. He would write her endless letters and give her sweets .Rajee would also give him her homemade bajjis and pakodas.I was the go between these two and carried letters and eatables to and fro…”
“MR was a Telugu boy .So both the families did not agree to the marriage .One day he took a black beaded chain ,kept it under the temple goddess' feet for blessing and gave it to me and said “Give this to Rajee and ask her to come out of her home and I will take care of the rest”. I did exactly what MR told me and asked Rajee to get ready to catch the early morning train. But Rajee was scared .she thought her dad and mom would commit suicide if she did some thing like that...”
“Then how did she marry you...”-Sangeetha, separating her dried lips.
Raghuram bent down and picked the slipper and threw it away. He then smiled at Sangeetha and proceeded ahead.
“Some how, her dad got wind of the affair and met my mom and arranged for a marriage between both of us. A distant relationship, a beautiful bride ..My mom was very happy. I refused to marry Rajee saying that I did not like the girl. But I never revealed her affair with MR to anybody…”
Sangeetha was nearly fainting and was wondering how her father in law could tell all the events with such a ease. This kept her away from asking her father in law any more questions.
“Rajee's dad spoke to me alone and said that he would marry Rajee off as a third wife to a zamindar, if I did not marry her. Under any circumstance would he marry Rajee to MR…”
“Hearing this MR was devastated .He told me that he could never see Rajee’s life torn to tatters in front of his eyes and started crying. If you marry her ,I will at least be happy that she is safe with you. Please don't spoil her life by refusing to marry her, he sobbed. He promised in front of god that he never had any physical relationship with her .I was shocked. I would have believed him ,if he just had said a word. No one knew both of them better than me...”
Raghu's lips began to tremble and tears started rolling down the cheeks
“Then why?. Why Athai? How athai would feel seeing him everyday “ asked Sangeetha gathering some courage.
Raghu laughed out loud .”You only know that much .She has been my wife and mother to my children due to societal pressure and matrimonial promise. Her heart is still with MR. If he doesn’t come home for 2 days ,she would start feeling bad. She wouldn't even ask me why MR was not there. She would start weeping without any reason. She will bark at others for no apparent reason. She still has that black beaded chain MR gave to her in the locker..”.
Raghu paused for a second and continued “ Do you feel bad about the behavior of your mother in law?...”
Sangeetha replied in the negative.
“Please don’t! It’s a sin. She cannot forget MR and cannot move away from me. I cannot hate either MR or her. It’s the same for MR too. She’s a woman that’s why she cannot say anything to anybody. I hope you would understand a woman's feelings and not ask her any questions...”
Before Raghu could complete. They neared the temple entrance. MR came rushing towards. He started shouting at Raghu, “If your slipper is torn can't you call my mobile and tell me ..I would have given you my slippers. Why did you walk bare feet. Dont you remember that you are a diabetic. You don’t have any responsibilities…”
MR was agitated,Raghuram was laughing. Sangeetha turned the other way to hide her tears.
In the distance she could see Rajee ..Around her were her children and grandchildren like a chain of black beads.
Monday, October 25, 2004
This weekend was pretty hectic ,I was always in the office ,practicing in the band.Let me introduce the band as we are now.We have named the band as third floor.The lead guitarist is the awesome vish,vish has played lead guitar for the band wood.wood was once very active in the chennai circuit.The rhythm guitarist and the singer is yaqub,a nice person who says he is writing two books and is intending to publish them soon.The keyboard player is ruchir and he is good at it.We have a classical guitarist in the band ,shail(who christened himself in the footsteps of slash..classical guitarist imitating slash eh??? ).The bass guitarist is yours faithfully .The drummer is conspicuous by his absence.Did try to get one but the drummer had no enthu to participate.Third floor has decided to play Hotel california(A medley of live and studio version).The song has come pretty decent with vish's guitar screaming in the end.Will post the band's pictures on the next post.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Felt very drowsy at work,It must be due to my going late to bed these days.From today I was instructed to report to another person.My whole experience with this corporate culture has been a bitter sweet thing.I have been in Two projects within 6 months and within a single project I have been into three different modules within the last two months.The saying Jack of all trades is master of none makes clear sense to me now.
I have been asked to play the bass guitar in my company band for an upcoming rock event.The issue is I have learnt bass and have never played it before makes me nervous.I can feel the butterflies flying in my stomach.The band is going to play two songs ,summer of 69 and Hotel california.Both these songs are my favorite songs and I have always imagined myself playing lead on these songs and head banging on the stage in a big show.This new role of a bass guitarist is new to me,but i am gonna give it all i can.I imagine my photograph on the wall of fame in my company,I can give anything for that..
I have been asked to play the bass guitar in my company band for an upcoming rock event.The issue is I have learnt bass and have never played it before makes me nervous.I can feel the butterflies flying in my stomach.The band is going to play two songs ,summer of 69 and Hotel california.Both these songs are my favorite songs and I have always imagined myself playing lead on these songs and head banging on the stage in a big show.This new role of a bass guitarist is new to me,but i am gonna give it all i can.I imagine my photograph on the wall of fame in my company,I can give anything for that..
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
I was thinking about my job whole day.I have a few issues with myself because of this.My disillusion with my project can be summarised as follows
1.I dont find my job interesting.
2.I am not able to concentrate on even a small work that is given.
3.I do not find any manuals that might help me with the project.Everything in project ,I have to learn by rote or seeing others do it.
4.I find my lead who is supposed to help me to be uninspiring.
After a lot of introspection ,I came to the following conclusions about me with reference to my job.
1.I have not made an effort to study new books that might be helpful for my work.
2.I have been addling at my work, doing many works which are of no significance to my work , at all times.
3.I have not taken any initiatives on my own for improving my knowledge on the project.
Then I thought about the inherent problems that are holding me back
1.I have to leave office at 6 or otherwise i would have to leave only at 9,which makes me an early bird.So I am not able to find any extra time to devote to studies.
So where does the flaw lie ,somewhere in between i guess.Hmm.. All this is for nothing.I am gonna go do the same stuff tomorrow.The vicious cycle repeats.
1.I dont find my job interesting.
2.I am not able to concentrate on even a small work that is given.
3.I do not find any manuals that might help me with the project.Everything in project ,I have to learn by rote or seeing others do it.
4.I find my lead who is supposed to help me to be uninspiring.
After a lot of introspection ,I came to the following conclusions about me with reference to my job.
1.I have not made an effort to study new books that might be helpful for my work.
2.I have been addling at my work, doing many works which are of no significance to my work , at all times.
3.I have not taken any initiatives on my own for improving my knowledge on the project.
Then I thought about the inherent problems that are holding me back
1.I have to leave office at 6 or otherwise i would have to leave only at 9,which makes me an early bird.So I am not able to find any extra time to devote to studies.
So where does the flaw lie ,somewhere in between i guess.Hmm.. All this is for nothing.I am gonna go do the same stuff tomorrow.The vicious cycle repeats.
Monday, October 18, 2004
It is been raining very heavily these days and my mind suddenly went back to the summer days.I like summer very much because of a peculiar reason.I just love the smell of flowers in summer.The place where i live is full of trees which flower during summer.Summer time is bloom time.Just have a look at the golden shower tree opposite my house.It is a great sight to see it in the morning with all the sunlight shining on it.This is the photograph i took last year.
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