I happened to have this conversation with a professor who works in my University back in India. I was hoping to have a mature conversation on freedom of expression. To my surprise, I happened to experience, something, I thought I should share. The persona of hate and irrationality fuelled by Religious Dogma embodied by this cantankerous professor (to my grave surprise). I do not blame him (I do
The good thing about today is its officially spring. The good thing about spring is it is warm. The good thing about warm is it isn't cold. The good thing about cold is there aren't ants. The good thing about ants is they form a line. The good thing about a line is it is a symbol of organisation. The good thing about organisation is it's patterns. The good thing about patterns is their
August 15th, 2013. With all the pseudo-patriotic "Statuses" floating around Facebook proudly proclaiming themselves as Indians and India being the best country in the world despite it's obvious major problems including rampant corruption, rape, infanticides, sectarian politics and too much cricket, I decided to add one more to the list- Having this conversation with her impulsive self. "Hey,
Its the 6th of November and its a public holiday here in Melbourne, the occasion being the Melbourne Cup- Australia's major thoroughbred horse race with dressy men and dressier women (Drinking and watching the race, Not riding them). Famously tag-lined as "The race that stops a nation", it is indeed true, because its 2:00 pm and I'm just crawling out of bed. After a hard
Books of the ancients in temples they lie
Callously guarding an old timely lie.
Questions in questions the deeper we pry
Consumed by the answers the harder we try.
Lies of the leper, the mystic, the sage
Unearth the truths of the stories of age.
Question religion for people to see
The grandest of shows is how we came to be.
Hands clasped in prayers while chanting “Amen”
Surrender your mind to
Pointers
1. The Red A is to support Prof. Richard Dawkins's (and the rest) promotion of Secularism
2. For the biblical explanation on what "I Am that I Am" is, go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Am_that_I_Am
3. This is my play on the statement from the scriptures
4. The Science 1:1 is on purpose based on the font called "The Dreamer" as a tribute to the truly elegant minds of our
Please click on this image to enlarge it.I have been away from the blog-o-sphere for quite sometime. My laptop's motherboard unexpectedly went into labor (i'm still perplexed) and I thought i will be getting a small portable laptop. It spit out a burnt chipset instead. So, i beat the hell out of it. Anyway, this is one of the pending posts that I had planned to post after which I don't know
This is just a musing on what would happen if India hosted the Fifa World Cup though I think I have gone a bit too far in calling it in 2014. For a change, India qualifies. Yeah right... only because it acts as the host.Opening Ceremony and Miscellaneous:The opening ceremony which should start by 5:30 would start by 6 after a constant yapping in the studio by 3 people who can’t just shut up for a
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May, 1999.
Alone, I lay, covered in my own grief and blood. My once pugilistic self had gone placid. Clenched fists slowly unveiled to become open hands trying to embrace the situation that was once a behemoth looming over its prey. The rumbling skies looked down upon me with utmost sorrow that it began to rain its cries. It was a season when the sky didn’t know whether to reveal the sun or
"Hey! .. How was your day?" She asked."Quite hectic. With the marriage nearing, I couldn't ask for more.""Mine's been hectic too."I knew she was gonna say that. After spending years trying to get to know her, i could not make the mistake of misjudgment.My day was hectic, so was hers. Mine was damn bad, so was hers. I had a huge friend's circle, she had an even bigger one. So she thought."So, A
1. Starts with one generation. Ends with another.2. Too much of it in a day might knock you off.3. Too much of it for a period of time will cause brain degeneration.4. Is not sweet.5. Kept to rot and that’s how others enjoy it.6. Goes well with food.7. After enough attraction sometimes it is all one can talk about.8. The more the age, the more the value.9. Stands the test of time.10. Some lonely
A nightmarish blood-lusting ghost,Killing everyone, the path that he goes.Die at the hands of the wraithVictimize us for his religious faith.Her majesty’s palace in burns.Crying fire sparks while hammered to yearn.Spilling the blood of your creed.What good is it when there’s no profit or need.This hate crime we can’t comprehend.Hardened but helpless we fight to the end.We fall to the ground as we
It’s a known fact that the great minds work in the loo. Mine is no different.I meant to say, mine works in the loo too, though useful thoughts hardly pass through.Hey! That rhymes!Sigh… Anyway…I was just thinking, about some warning signs put up by dog owners outside their homes to warn strangers about them and that there isn’t one way of warning them without someone making a comment about
This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 10; the tenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.On a lone silent chilly nightTwo silhouettes tucked in tightAs they walked towards a lonely houseHe kissed her hard and she didn’t grouse.He wasn’t passionate, he wasn’t sweetHe
If only I knew You are in a place Where I can never hold you I never would have woken up. If only I knew You’re the most beautiful girl I can ever hope to see I never would have woken up. If only I knew That when I saw you Would be the last time… I never would have woken up. If only I knew That what was Was never meant to be I never would have woken up. If only I knew
The other day my mom and I went around inviting people for a marriage that’s coming up in my family. This conversation happened when I met an uncle that I haven’t seen for years together.Uncle: Hello! Vango vango! (Welcome Welcome!)Me: Hello Uncle! Epdi Irukkel? (How are you?)Uncle: I’m Fine pa! How are you? How’s appa? And hows your sister? It’s been quite a long time!I didn’t know how to
Afterlife- On this realm.After one’s death, various rituals are performed on the basis of symbolism. Like in the Hindu mythology, the ash which is the residue and the only remains of the person in this material world besides memories after the funeral pyre dies, is collected. The pot is kept near a drawing representing the person in the guise of a stick figure. Food, an umbrella, a fan and a pair
Its more than just about time I got this out of me. It’s been in me long enough that now it has to come out. Beliefs. What about them? Recently, I’ve been exposed to a lot of these “beliefs” that lacks any proper explanation but for the orthodox sake of it, a deed remains to be undone.In some cases, Jatakas, by which some people swear by. Some astrologers read the prediction of one’s life from
Kadaa – Scapegoat.You know you’re suffering from the Kadaa syndrome when…1. When your dad asks you to shop for his clothes, alone, by giving you his shirt size but asks you to accompany him to the saloon even when you don’t need a haircut, you know you are a Kadaa.2. When ONLY mom and dad are involved in a tiff, mom says something about dad to which dad retaliates asking 'WHAT DID YOU SAY?' to
India saw the advent of the G spectrum which is a good sign. Considering our tax money paid for the extra commission for the king as well is... ahem...Here is the simple commission formula For 2G2X 100 Crores = 200 Crores = CommissionFor 3G3X 100 Crores = 300 Crores = CommissionFor 4G4X 100 Crores = 400 Crores = CommissionWhere 2, 3, 4,... are Generations,And the commission is an accumulated