WWE is a redneck soap opera.Well let me extend that comparison to all those pseudo-sport cum entertainment shows with names like WCW , ECW etc.
Professional wrestling in its current form evolved from the circus and carnival performers at the turn of the nineteenth century, who would speak in code and stage wrestling matches between ringers and "marks" .At heart , today's highly paid muscle men, who think of themselves as TV stars and matinee idols , are little more than updated circus performers , speaking in gibbersih to keep the fans uneducated.
I don't follow wrestling anymore.I'm even ashamed to say I used to watch it as a kid.There is nothing manly about watching muscle bound men in teeny -tiny thongs grapple and grope each other.
Anyway I noticed that the quality was declining and storylines were getting desperate when Kane was accused of raping Lita or when HHH married Stephanie McMahon after getting her drugged.Please , the kids watching WWE might get bad ideas .
Now here we have a video of the Great Khali , who is the behemoth from India .I guess he has won the championship or something .
Look at the travesty orchestrated here.
Ok , so he is from India, big deal, but the real reason for him being in the WWE is his size and not his nationality.
I think the big brains behind the show , who actually hire writers to script the show (Yup , people , the show is actually scripted , the catchphrases and slogans and all !! )don't intend to keep him a champion for long , because after all he is just a foreigner who is out to steal American Glory and humilitae the greatest country in this world
.So out he comes , starts blabbering in hindi , comparing himself to the great
Bhagat Singh , Mother Theresa and others .What the redneck crowd does not realize ist that the whole point of this rant is to incite them against another country , because Khali's "English translator " does exactly that
and then
restore their sense of jingoism and pride for their country , the great USA by interrupting the victory celebrations .Which is what I predicted even before this farceful show of Indianness began with the Bhangra and the saris and the flower garlands and the bollywood styled dancing began.Sure enough , Batista came there ,
interrupted the celebrations
and challenged Khali and attacked him and made him eat crow and restored the pride of the country, USA.
India and USA are trying to build peaceful diplomatic relations .The 123 nuclear bill has been recently agreed upon.We Indians are not enemies , but the WWE seems to have a different agenda in its mind.
Hey , why bring India into this.Rednecks are too dumb.They'll start identifying Khali with India , and all Indians with the hatred for Khali .And by Indians I mean any brown skinned non-caucasian -vaguely asian-curry smelling man or woman or child who happens to live in USA or happens to visit it .Now let me tell you again...Once a person has citizenship of any country , he is a citizen of that country , in spite of his country of origin.So a person of Indian origin who has acquired citizenship of USA is no longer an indian.He is the citizen of USA.
So , WWE , WTF ? Why are you promoting hate ?
Its time you cleaned up your act, because you too have a social responsibility which exceeds your primary duty of entertaining people.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Homewardbound
Homewardbound...a journey undertaken umpteenth of times , yet each journey , in its own way is unique and beautiful.You'll find the visual aspect of this journey here.
Though I'm not trained , and though I do not have a fancy camera , I love taking pictures.
Shhh! can You keep a secret ?
Don't tell mom that I had to hang out of a moving train to click some of these pictures.Of course it was dangerous ! But I knew what I was doing.I had asssessed the risk before undertaking this activity.But Mom might not understand, so shhhh!
I love travelling.Especially the ones where I'm gonna get bored.Only when one is bored , only then , does one think of more mundane affairs of his life like Love , meaning of life and death.This is where I cook up many of my stories.Some will end up being real, I'm afraid. Some will end up on paper, and with luck and endless revisions , they might just make it to my blog.
As usual , I'm travelling alone.I'm used to the loneliness , so sometimes I laugh at people who are so afraid of a bit of loneliness.Get used to it friends. If it doesn't kill you , it will probably drive you crazy .
Lonelines cannot be fought , it can only be embraced.At times I feel alone when I'm with a bunch of people , and at times I feel like I'm in good company when I'm alone.
I've forged a strong friendship with loneliness.I'm actually beginning to like it .Sometimes I don't like it though ...sometimes when I feel like talking to someone and find no one ...and then going almost crazy to the point of exploding...that I have to simply shout out ....It happens , but so far I've never exploded.
What's keeping me feeling lonely ? I don't know .
Its not the lack of relationships , or the lack of social intercourse.I think it goes deeper than that.It is a profound sense of unbelongingness ...
A feeling that I don't belong anywhere, that makes me feel lonely.I guess I got disgusted when all my recent stories started echoing the same sentiment.I promptly stopped writing them.
We all have our coping mechanisms.From time to time we want to vent out.Bottling in for too long isn't probably healthy. I sing (I must have told you earlier).Apparently I'm somewhat good at singing ! Surprise surprise ! I guess all this singing, all these years ,must have made my voice bearable to others.(But people hate my James blunt imitation unanimously )
So , while hanging from a moving train with a camera in my hand and the other hand holding on to a railing , I have that mad look on my face...My mouth is wide open (the bugs are going in ) , my eyes are watered up (The wind makes my eyes well up ) and I'm grinning.Occasionally to an observer outside the train , if he or she had the patience to watch the shenanigans of this foolish youngster hanging off a moving train and clicking at random , would see my jaws moving too.He wouldn't know that I'm singing .I'm matching my voice with that of the diesel train's chug-a-lug engine .I'm one with the train , and I'm one with the universe :) and I can smile about that !
Homewardbound is a journey I must take to find myself .It is an unending quest , filled with infinite pitfalls, sadness and dissappointment .But it is a journey I must take, and all difficult journeys begin with the first step.And these are my baby steps towards home.
It is wishful thinking when I hum this song...
I'm going home ,
To the place where I belong .
Where love has always been enough for me
I'm not running from
No I think You got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home
Why Guys like Girls
1. They will always smell good even if its just shampoo
2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder
3. How cute they look when they sleep
4. The ease in which they fit into our arms
5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world
6. How cute they are when they eat
7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while
8. Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside
9. The way they look good no matter what they wear
10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful thing on this earth
11. How cute they are when they argue
12. The way her hand always finds yours
13. The way they smile
14. The way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight
15. The way she says "lets not fight anymore" even though you know that an hour later....
16. The way they kiss when you do something nice for them
17. The way they kiss you when you say "I love you"
18. Actually ... just the way they kiss you...
19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry
20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly
21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt
22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt.
(even though we don't admit it)!
23. The way they say "I miss you"
24. The way you miss them
25. The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore..... Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them ... it matters not.
Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound,
you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart.
We love them for a million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind
but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.
2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder
3. How cute they look when they sleep
4. The ease in which they fit into our arms
5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world
6. How cute they are when they eat
7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while
8. Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside
9. The way they look good no matter what they wear
10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful thing on this earth
11. How cute they are when they argue
12. The way her hand always finds yours
13. The way they smile
14. The way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight
15. The way she says "lets not fight anymore" even though you know that an hour later....
16. The way they kiss when you do something nice for them
17. The way they kiss you when you say "I love you"
18. Actually ... just the way they kiss you...
19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry
20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly
21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt
22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt.
(even though we don't admit it)!
23. The way they say "I miss you"
24. The way you miss them
25. The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore..... Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them ... it matters not.
Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound,
you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart.
We love them for a million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind
but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.
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Lets stir up a hornet's nest !
Lets stir up a hornet's nest !
I wish I had a bigger butt : The incredible shrinking 'Me'
"Son , you look thin ! So thin ! Haven't you been eating anything ? Are you sick ?"
"Mom " I say " You always say that .I've not lost weight .And No , I''m hale and hearty thank You"
"But son , you look so gaunt , so skeletal , like one of those unfortunate kids from somalia "
"No mom , I may have lost a bit of weight , but not so much !"
The same story replays when my best friend comes over.
"Hell ! WTF man , are you sick or something ?" he asks.There is genuine concern in his eyes.
I'm embarrassed.I say "No man , its bombay thats killing me slowly , I think "
Later that night , out of habit I go and weigh myself.
I weigh...
(Holy Shit !)
I've lost 4 kilos !
I'm a pathetic 58 kg for my 5 foot 9 inch body !No wonder Mom thought I was sick.
You see , if I were the female of my species , I'd probably be jumping around , shouting , screaming and telling the world that I had just lost 4 kilos.But no , this was bad news , because it meant that I had lost a lot of muscle mass .
Yeah , as I have written before , according to some site , my body fat percentage is 7 % .
Thats less... way too less !
Sometimes I wish , I was bigger ...you know , sometimes I wish I had a bigger butt, something like J'lo's .
Hey , it sure beats having a scrawny ass to which all my trousers and jeans stick on to like oil on teflon !
The problem with being thin is I can't wear clothes of my size.I actually have to alter my size 30 jeans to size 28 , because size 28 jeans are too short for me.Having a thin and scrawny ass has other disadvantages...You can never be comfortable sitting ...your bones get no cushioning ...there's hardly any fat.
Also , my body is top heavy ...a size 40 shirt and a size 28 waist , makes me look disproportionately huge , oh yeah , makes my legs look longer too !People think I'm a soldier , and sometimes an anorexic body builder !
And add to my woes the fact that I have to exercise and keep exercising in order to increase my weight .If I stop exercising , I slide all the way back to 60 kilos or my new low , which is 58.
Yeah , I wish I had a bigger butt...the J'Lo 's "la guitarra" model would be fine.Atleast for once , my pants will stay on without belts and buckles , and I'll be able to keep my dignity without worrying too much about my pants falling off !
Right now , I'm on a weight gain diet.Imagine that !
A diet to gain weight !
But there's a problem.
I'm a vegetarian , I hate eating oily stuff or sweets or junk food...in fact I hate eating !
Eating is something I do only to live and I take no pleasure in it.
But I must eat ... to get back some mass in my body.What's the point anyway ? I'm going to lose all of my weight as soon as I go to bombay or as soon as I go onboard my next ship.
Nope .I'll try .And I'll succeed !
Target : J'Lo's Butt .
Actions taken : change of diet, Eating 7-8 meals a day , exercising(free weights), protein shakes, dry fruits and sweets , lots of chocolates (Oh Yeah ! )
Consequences : For once , myabe I dont have to pull my pants up when they slip down, maybe I'll be free from belts and buckles, maybe it will be more comfortable to sit down on a hard surface now that my derrierre has more meat than bones , and maybe ...just maybe people will stop thinking that I'm not sick or anorexic.
P.s. I've gained a kilo in a week after an intensive weight gain program :)
"Mom " I say " You always say that .I've not lost weight .And No , I''m hale and hearty thank You"
"But son , you look so gaunt , so skeletal , like one of those unfortunate kids from somalia "
"No mom , I may have lost a bit of weight , but not so much !"
The same story replays when my best friend comes over.
"Hell ! WTF man , are you sick or something ?" he asks.There is genuine concern in his eyes.
I'm embarrassed.I say "No man , its bombay thats killing me slowly , I think "
Later that night , out of habit I go and weigh myself.
I weigh...
(Holy Shit !)
I've lost 4 kilos !
I'm a pathetic 58 kg for my 5 foot 9 inch body !No wonder Mom thought I was sick.
You see , if I were the female of my species , I'd probably be jumping around , shouting , screaming and telling the world that I had just lost 4 kilos.But no , this was bad news , because it meant that I had lost a lot of muscle mass .
Yeah , as I have written before , according to some site , my body fat percentage is 7 % .
Thats less... way too less !
Sometimes I wish , I was bigger ...you know , sometimes I wish I had a bigger butt, something like J'lo's .
Hey , it sure beats having a scrawny ass to which all my trousers and jeans stick on to like oil on teflon !
The problem with being thin is I can't wear clothes of my size.I actually have to alter my size 30 jeans to size 28 , because size 28 jeans are too short for me.Having a thin and scrawny ass has other disadvantages...You can never be comfortable sitting ...your bones get no cushioning ...there's hardly any fat.
Also , my body is top heavy ...a size 40 shirt and a size 28 waist , makes me look disproportionately huge , oh yeah , makes my legs look longer too !People think I'm a soldier , and sometimes an anorexic body builder !
And add to my woes the fact that I have to exercise and keep exercising in order to increase my weight .If I stop exercising , I slide all the way back to 60 kilos or my new low , which is 58.
Yeah , I wish I had a bigger butt...the J'Lo 's "la guitarra" model would be fine.Atleast for once , my pants will stay on without belts and buckles , and I'll be able to keep my dignity without worrying too much about my pants falling off !
Right now , I'm on a weight gain diet.Imagine that !
A diet to gain weight !
But there's a problem.
I'm a vegetarian , I hate eating oily stuff or sweets or junk food...in fact I hate eating !
Eating is something I do only to live and I take no pleasure in it.
But I must eat ... to get back some mass in my body.What's the point anyway ? I'm going to lose all of my weight as soon as I go to bombay or as soon as I go onboard my next ship.
Nope .I'll try .And I'll succeed !
Target : J'Lo's Butt .
Actions taken : change of diet, Eating 7-8 meals a day , exercising(free weights), protein shakes, dry fruits and sweets , lots of chocolates (Oh Yeah ! )
Consequences : For once , myabe I dont have to pull my pants up when they slip down, maybe I'll be free from belts and buckles, maybe it will be more comfortable to sit down on a hard surface now that my derrierre has more meat than bones , and maybe ...just maybe people will stop thinking that I'm not sick or anorexic.
P.s. I've gained a kilo in a week after an intensive weight gain program :)
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