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Stupids of the world unite

Believed 1 month, 3 weeks ago in Tragic relief. 0 Comments

human – adj. the characteristic of humanity

humanity – n. redif. the quality of being capable of, and displaying, insane amounts of stupidity

I imagined that humanity was going through a dark phase, a phase of no knowledge, also known in Vedic mythology as kaliyug, after reading and seeing more of the global warming debates. But this latest bit by Mr Pat Robertson has proved that yon ancient sages who wrote the Vedas really knew their stuff (its also probably got Jesus hitting the panic button somewhere…)

http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/01/13/haiti.pat.robertson/index.html

Needless to say, my response to Mr Rev Pat has already been articulated by davegkb at The Guardian. I do not agree with him when he says earthquakes are not created by God, by I do believe that the general sentiment of his comment is well worthy of the context. Quoted below:

Pat Robertson is gonna be dissappointed when he dies and goes into the carbon cycle rather than heaven.

Where is the love…

Believed 8 months, 2 weeks ago in My Life My Voice and Tragic relief. 0 Comments

A messages me, at around 1745 hours :

I am glad you are not here today,you would have been pretty screwed cause some father is so perverted.

Interesting and intriguing.

Context : Gearing for some (personal?) vengeance, a Father of the esteemed sacred reverend University, as mentioned earlier in this blog, and one which we all know, ordered the tearing down of 100+ posters in campus because it had the highly unsacred unesteemed unreverend and “cheap” grafitti of a heart, next to the word love. He (the capitalisation of the alphabet here not because of respect, but purely because proper grammar demands it) did not take into consideration that the poster was simply advocating love, as in humanly love, love love love, and not what is referred to by his kind as the ‘unsacred’ and ‘uncultured’ love between two individuals of the opposite sex, or even (gasp! heaven forbid!) between two individuals of the same sex. (not that I wouldn’t advocate this so called ‘uncultured love’, but you know what I mean…)

Oh, missing link… I designed the poster…

Coming back to the context, the line next to which the heart appeared was advocating (wait for it…) the love between (hem hem) a human and (*drumroll* please)…..

A plant.

Yes.

The so called betrayal of the <let me not use the Lord’s name in vain here> University Culture (yes, its a proper noun now) happened to be a peach grafitti heart, termed as cute and attractive by many a person, almost 1/3rd an inch big, in an A3 size paper (12 inches by 18 inches).

And why was it offending? The answer led to one of those long paradoxical and philosophical bureaucratic answers of no return, with no seeming logic, path, or reason. “Management policies.”

!!! I don’t believe this! I’ve heard that the Chinese (no offense my Chinese friends, just a compliment here!) plan for everything, right down to the emergency plan for an earthquake during something as small as a birthday party, but I’m willing to bet that even they wouldn’t have planned on what to do in a university in a student happened to design a poster with a minsicule peach heart on it (lets just assume that whoever faced with such a situation becomes as less-than-a-nut brained), and incidently got it approved by higher authorities and put it up on campus. Come on yo dude-in-white, show me the rule book which looks like

<The Lord’s name shall not be used in vain!> University Campus Regulation Policies Handbook 2009

3.2 In case a student happens to design a poster with an almost invisible peach heart, and got it approved by higher authorities, and put it up in and around campus (‘campus’ here defined as in the definition given in Section 1.1 in Rulebook 2008), then

et cetera et cetera…

Dude! Get a heart! Oops, did I just say that! Sorry… Slip of my tongue. Or fingers (on a vaio keyboard – I’m used to a Compaq).

But anyway, lets go away from these minute formalities of expression, and look at the ‘higher’ picture. The officially-unsaid, yet informally-said, reason is that the ‘Father’ (REPEAT : (the capitalisation of the alphabet here not because of respect, but purely because proper grammar demands it) concerned deems that the deemed univerisity’s campus should have no such instances of ‘cheap love’.

Tch tch tch. Sad… Especially looking at “Core Value” #3 of the ‘University

corevalue3(Love of Fellow Beings)

Blow me down! Did fellow beings, then, mean martians, stalactites, and stalagmites?

Going on a slightly more spiritual note, during a conversation with M recently, we happened to discuss the goings on in the world, and this ‘University’ concerned. He did make some prophetic statements.

In a gist, he lamented on what was happening in the name of the Lord. This ‘University’, which (without permission, I might add) borrowed, or rather used, the name of the Lord, to carry forth their seemingly ‘holy’ pursuits, punctured tastefuly for a few (or rather, a lot of) ‘unholy’ pursuits, is crossing the line a bit too many times in recent ages.

Me belonging to a different belief system altogether had almost no knowledge of the Lord that M talked about, but since all religions spoke of the same basic things, we could say that we believed in the same things, though not the same Lord (and in my case, no Lord, just God, for I believe that God wouldn’t lord over others…).

M went on to say that this Lord was a very powerful Lord. But He was also merciful. Quite merciful. But at some point of time, after a bit too many toes out of line, and bit too many heads out of honesty, the mercy ends, and overt exhibitions of power begins.

And this message, I throw at you, dear men-in-white… Beware.

There endeth the lesson.

What’s wrong with the world mama?
People living like aint got no mamas
I think the whole worlds addicted to the drama
Only attracted to the things that bring you trauma
Overseas yeah we tryin to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin
In the USA the big CIA the Bloodz and the Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And if you hatin you’re bound to get irate
Yeah madness is what you demonstrate
And that’s exactly how anger works and operates
You gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love y’all

People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father Father Father help us
Send some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning
Where is the love?(where is the lovex3)(the love2x)

It just ain’t the same all ways have changed
New days are strange is the world the insane?
If love and peace so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don’t belong
Nations dropping bombs
Chemical gases filling lungs of little ones
With ongoing suffering
As the youth die young
So ask yourself is the loving really strong?
So I can ask myself really what is going wrong
With this world that we living in
People keep on giving in
Makin wrong decisions
Only visions of them livin and
Not respecting each other
Deny thy brother
The wars’ going on but the reasons’ undercover
The truth is kept secret
Swept under the rug
If you never know truth
Then you never know love
Where’s the love y’all?(I don’t know)
Where’s the truth y’all?(I don’t know)
Where’s the love y’all?

People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father father father help us
Send some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning
Where is the love?(where is the lovex3)(the lovex2)

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I’m getting older y’all people get colder
Most of us only care about money makin
Selfishness got us followin the wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting their young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what the see in the cinema
Whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness and equality
Instead of spreading love, we’re spreading anomosity
Lack of understanding, leading us away from unity
That’s the reason why sometimes I’m feeling under
That’s the reason why sometimes I’m feeling down
It’s no wonder why sometimes I’m feeling under
I gotta keep my faith alive, until love is found

People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father Father Father help us
Send some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning
Where is the love?(fade)

Where is the love by Black Eyed Peas

Another wing flaps.

Believed 9 months, 3 weeks ago in Tragic relief. 0 Comments

The padawan struggled to reach its friend. A dark shadow fell across it. Striking at the opportunate second, pathetically nescient of the cosmoballistic butterfly wings of fate that would be rippled by his uncontrolled ignorant lust, he struck. He struck again.

Another chanced to be in the midst of yon neighbouring street. He glanced. He saw. He stared. He pounced into the eyes, and eyes and eyes, they met.

He was hit. Hit with a stare. A bullet. He was hit.

He looked away, and then, he looked again. Head straight, eyes wide, lethally narrow. Cold hatred flowing. Hate, post forgivance, darting. The white and dark brown, raging with cold agonate force.

He was hit again. With a bullet. His hand had started to raise a third, but it never reached its most potential state. It crumbled. Whilst his mind, it caught fire. He was in agony. He was dying. No. He was realising. The nescience, the ignorance, burnt off by the bullets. The looks.

He looked forward, and walked on. His immediate vices in his selfish thoughts.

He stood there, frozen in time. And to him, he shall always stand there. As a memory. A memory of what can be done, to undo what could be done that had been done.

The padawan frolicked away, unknowing of the butterfly wings. Oh dear child, oh love, it’ll hit you. Some day, some place. And I hope you have the courage, the love, and the faith.

He climbed the stairs. Used the key. Sat down. And started typing.

Why, Sri Lanka, Why? Why, UN, Why?

Believed 9 months, 4 weeks ago in Political contemplations, Social Calls and Tragic relief. 0 Comments Tags: , , , , , .

I am confused.

In my search to find the innate goodness, and purpose, and hidden direction, in people’s lives, I’ve been left horribly of-the-mark, when I read, when I sit on a chair, with my laptop in front of me, and with nothing more than a spot of thunder, and the heat, to bother me, and read, about things happening in Sri Lanka.

The Government is firing into declared ‘No-Fire’ zones. The Government is shelling its own people. Killing tens of thousands. I feel disgusted for typing that last sentence. Dismissing the number so casually, yup, around a few ten thousand…

I have not commented on the Sri Lanka issue so far. All this while, I was wondering, why add to the endless stream of noise already out there. But I can no longer remain silent. It had passed all measures of horribility a long time back.

I believe that Tamils, or anyone for that matter, should have equal rights and representation in Sri Lanka. At the same time, I wholeheartedly condemn the outfit called LTTE for their idiotic, stupid, and violent approach.

Et cetera, et cetera. But what on Earth is happening right now! The Government killing their own people? I’m kind of lost here… Why? You think killing is fun? Or is the artillery not working properly? Incorrect mathematics? Or do you think that there are LTTE terrorists hiding amongst the fleeing civilians? If yes, dear Government of Sri Lanka, why don’t you just fricking let them flee? Ever heard of forgiveness?

Among the countless other articles written, I chanced across a news release by Human Rights Watch, published on the 5th of May. It recounted a few stories by refugees. Here are a few quotes from that article -

“We were living in such fear. There was constant shelling. On April 5 or 6, our neighbors were injured in the shelling. A shell landed inside the bunker. Ten people were injured, and of them, five died. There was no anesthesia. The doctors had to cut off a girl’s hand without any anesthesia. My small daughter was crying and scared. I decided then that we had to leave. I would take a bucket to clean up the mess and bury it in the sand”
S Indra Kumar

“One day, I was waiting in queue for food and there was suddenly shelling. I ran away, but later heard that 40 people had died.”
“Many people have died. Whenever they heard there were bodies, they would collect for burial. Two months ago, my father went missing. I went to the hospital to look for my father. I found his body. The entire back of his head was missing. Only his face was there. We asked the doctor to do something to his head so we could bury him, but they said we should just be grateful that we had a body to bury.”

Sivadasa Jagdeshwaran

“We were drinking salt water. One by one, the people started dying. First it was the children. My brother’s little daughter died.”
S Indra Meenan

Jagdeshwaran, the mason, told Human Rights Watch about the journey by boat that included his wife and two children and his wife’s relatives: “My son died on April 24, four days after getting on the boat. He was 4 years old. We had no water, no food on the boat. Then her father died. Her two brothers jumped into the sea. My wife was in shock. She was weak and not even able to move. That morning, April 29, she asked for some water. We gave her seawater. She vomited and then she passed away.”

Their 8-month-old son, having been fed on breast milk until his mother’s death, survived.

 

“These accounts must be multiplied tens of thousands of times to capture the full horror of those who remain trapped by the Tamil Tigers and shelled by government forces.”
Meenakshi Ganguly, senior Asia researcher at Human Rights Watch

Here is a video, capturing the essence of the article.

 

Why Sri Lanka, why? Why don’t you, atleast now, forgive the Tamil Elem. Agreed, the horrific things they did. But be different from them, and forgive them. They are fleeing now anyway, why does it matter? Why do you have to endanger your own people?

And you rascals in pinstripes who call yourselves the leaders and representatives at United Nations, and the United Nations Human Rights Council, and the United Nations Security Council, and the hundred zillion other Councils and Funds and Programmes that start with the acronym UN, art thou blind? Do you possess atleast an iota of the feeling and passion possessed by your grassroot activists, workers, and peacemakers? If yes, why UN, why?

var Humanity = Humanity – 1;

Believed 10 months, 2 weeks ago in My Life My Voice and Tragic relief. 0 Comments

import java.io.*

class AgentM {

public static void main (String args[])
{

            boolean clothes = true;
             boolean belt = true;
             boolean shoes = true;
             boolean watch = true;
             boolean ring = true;
             boolean pen = true;
             boolean wallet = true;
             boolean phone = true;
             boolean bag = true;
             boolean ipod = true;
             boolean book = true;
             boolean housekey = true;
             boolean bankcards = true;
             boolean visitingcards = true; 

            boolean THIEF = true;

             if (THIEF==true)
             {
                         phone = false;
             }

            if (clothes==true && belt==true && shoes==true && watch==true && ring==true && pen==true && wallet==true && phone==true && bag==true && ipod==true && book==true && housekey==true && bankcards==true && visitingcards==true)
             {
                         System.out.println(“Agent M is rocking on :) ”);
             }
             else
             {
                         int cent = 100;
                         int sigh = 0;
                         int aaaaa = cent / sigh; 

                        System.out.println(aaaaa);
             }

}
}

 

 

Sigh… Yet another blow to my belief in humanity, and trust, and love…

Forgive… Forget… Love…

And look at the positive side… I can still code Java… (even after 2 years of BA ‘education’? wow!)