Showing posts with label Elkism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Elkism. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Incredibly absurd India. Part 1.

India.

My Great Country!

4000 3000 7000 heck I don't know lets just say 6000 years old!

'invented' the zero

Future Economic power

Largest Democracy

Friendly People

Let me show you a glimpse of my glorious India, the 'bulund bharat' the land of peace and prosperity. The one that people like Max Mueller and Francois Gautier fell in love with. The land of non-violence, where kids respect their elders and women are treated like gods, where the gods are merciful and the water; clear. Let us see what people have done to it.

Now, it will be impossible to have a comprehensive list of all the things that I want to talk about so I will focus on the ones that come to mind and will add the rest as they arrive. I don't get paid to write this, but I want you to read it. I want it to enter the collective conscious.

1) Athiti devo Bhava

Which is in sanskrit, that almost meta-physical language, the devbhash: the language of the gods, an almost purely synthetic language with an astonishingly modern structure to its grammar, it translates to this: "The Guest is equivalent to God" or something similar. My high school Sanskrit is quite weak as I studied it for just two years in Mangalore.

This saying is a part of the national identity, we are proud of this fact and realize that it is an uncommon sentiment, one that merits admiration from the rest of the peoples of the world. Heck, we even welcomed the Central Asian hoards who basically pillaged the entire subcontinent for a few hundred years.

That we still follow this tenet is remarkable, I have placed a map below to illustrate how we put this ancient, nay! over 6000 year old principle to practical use, thereby cementing our nation's place as one of the leaders of the future:



This is a map which shows the states that have the tourist police stationed there. Tourist police who? I don't really know, I had never heard of them, apparently they do exist. All of these states reported Cases of Rape and Molestation of Tourists in 2008, this does not mean that the other states did not. The article that I 'borrowed' it from states that the 'tourist police' is quite impotent or shall I say 'spunkless?'

Remember Bittu Mohanty? the rapist son of a DGP of police who raped a German Woman and then skipped bail? Whatever happened to him? I guess he must be stalking some other tourist to have his way with. A cursory search on google gives the following results:


No less than the Supreme Court of our country moved to stay his father's arrest, even though he was the one who posted his son's bail and I assume that he would have given some sort of surety. So there, fuck you OJ, we can do the same here in India.

Interesting to note is the result at the bottom which tries to make it look like the case was blown out of proportion just because of the victim's skin color, because you see, otherwise, getting raped is no big deal. Try telling that to the families of the victims.


Awww... Don't call it rape, it is not rape, we here in the department like to call it 'surprise sex' It is harmless, really and besides those white women were asking for it. Also, see this train? do you know why its windows are shut? * wink* * wink*


Perhaps the ultimate clincher for the police is the peculiarly Indian; experience, wherein the second one sees a policeman, one starts to feel guilty. And if you are involved in an incident when one decides to arrive, then god help you.

Amusing Anecdote #1: The other day, a drunk man entered our garden to lie down. After repeated attempts to evict him proved futile and instead made him belligerent, I called the police number 100. The guy picked up after 2 minutes and upon my explanation, said that he would send the police and cut the call before I had a chance to tell him my address. And that was it. They never came. Or they went to someone else's home.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Hairy Donkey B*lls

Rabble Rabble, Once again I hear discontent brewing among my blog's minuscule almost embarassingly tiny, single digit readership.
'Say HS, what is this filth, you have been spitting out recently ?' they wonder.

If my address were known, I would probably have been on the run for fear of being lynched by my readers(I know 'readers' is in plural, I am not sure it really is.)I can almost see it in my mind, 2 or three bespectacled, hunchbacked bloggers with Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, chasing after me, shouting 'You Serpent, you enticed us into reading absolute crap and made us waste our valuable time, time which we will never get back' or a more succinct 'Die pig, Die'

I know the Quality of the posts have been really bad, and I seem to be focusing more on quantity rather than quality, No More!. Nay, I shalt not torment thee any further. I hope what I post from now on shall be better.

I love Meta-humor, for example this post, I say that I will post better stuff from now on, yet this post itself is quite appallingly written.

Elkism #9 (which is also a variation on the 'Liar's Paradox',)

If you think all humans are ignorant, you might not be all that ignorant yourself - SiegerKranz Meer


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Listening to Fire Dance - Mahesh Tinaikar

Saturday, January 12, 2008

The Friends

Apparently Self-Deprecation is a tell tale sign of an Inferiority Complex. Or so say the experts, who I would assume like the smell of their socks, after a long hard day's work, of telling people that they have feelings for their mothers coupled with terrifying repressed memories and how they are Fucked. Not that I have something against Freud and his Ilk, it is just that sometimes they can make a mountain out of a molehill. But as bill Hicks says 'ah, Fuck It, you know! Fuck It'. I, on the other hand say that if you can't make fun of yourself, you are screwed in life buddy.
Because, then every failure is an embarrassing memory to be suppressed. A bunch of failures and poof! you are on your way to buying a long length of rope, a stool and some Sticky tape. I mean how awesome is it when someone is actually proud of his lameness ? Observe:

Elkism #7

I am so lame! That girls run away in fear at the sheer sight of my approaching them and the guys do too, lest some of the lameness rub off on them. Boy! think of what might happen to their hard earned 'image'.


Voila! So simple.
You can't see me, but I do have a wide grin on my face right now.

I had planned on introducing 2 new characters, here they are, apparently they are latin, bored, based on people I know, silly, and like getting stoned.

Act I

cæruleus:Hey Victorus, will you promise me, that you will go to these places, and try to meet women, If I tell you to ? I know this great toga party happening at the forum while I am away on my trip to Sparta. You should definitely go.

Victorus: Yes, I will take my Imaginary friend here (raises hand as if to keep hand on imaginary friend's shoulder) and go 'woman' hunting.

cæruleus; Stop that man, it is not funny, it is pathetic. You can't go anywhere without company, you are shit scared of women, I know you are going to be 50, alone, jacking off thinking about a chick while going 'I know she is not worth it , but I am going to jack off on her anyway'.

Victorus: Hehe! Yeah, and the worst part is that I know that that may very well be what will happen to me, and yet it doesn't bother me.

cæruleus: Whatever man, let us go drink some wine from a big amphora.

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Listening to Lalitha Sahasranamam - M.S.Subbalakshmi

'Maybe, someday you can be a tree-frog
yesterday you weren't so tree-frog like' - Opening lines from a song we wrote . Needless to say we were stoned.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Randomness at its worst.

Elkism #6

Nice guys don't finish last, they sit and watch the race from the sidelines and cheer for the minnows.


Wait! what was that ?
I guess I am bored.