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Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Actual Country Song Titles....
anyways, heres something to lighten my mood, and yours if you are sulking too..
Actual 'Country' Song Titles...
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1. Her Teeth Was Stained, But Her Heart Was Pure
2. How Can I Miss You, If You Won't Go Away?
3. Get Your Biscuits In The Oven, And Your Buns In Bed
4. Get Your Tongue Outta My Mouth, 'Cause I'm Kissing You Good-bye
5. I Don't Know Whether To Kill Myself, Or Go Bowling
6. She Got The Ring and I Got The Finger
7. You're The Reason Our Kids Are So Ugly
8. I Just Bought a Car From a Guy That Stole My Girl, but The Car
Don't Run; so I figure we Got An Even Deal
9. My Wife Ran Off With My Best Friend, and I Sure Do Miss Him
10. I Liked You Better, Before I Knew You So Well
11. I Still Miss You Baby, But My Aim's Gettin' Better
12. I Wouldn't Take Her To a Dog Fight, Cause I'm Afraid She'd Win
13. I'll Marry You Tomorrow, But Let's Honeymoon Tonight
14. I'm So Miserable Without You, It's Like Having You Here
15. Please Bypass this Heart?
16. If I Had Shot You When I Wanted To, I'd Be Out By Now
17. Mama Get a Hammer (There's a Fly On Papa's Head)
18. My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus
19. I Keep Forgetten' I Forgot About You
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Monday, February 23, 2004
Charity begins at Home.....
Hmm this is my 3rd blog for the day....needs to be seen if i can keep up this tempo!
Begging is banned in Singapore. But this is not about a beggar. This is about a man who sits right behind my apartment. I see him everyday, as he sits from morning to evening playing his Flute. He appears to be in his 50s, decently dressed, and sitting in one corner of the square with a alms bowl in front of him. He has a placard in front of him that says he has only one lung, and he needs to sustain his family on charity. He doesnt speak a word, just going about his routine - playing flute.
I see him everyday...everyday as i near the square, I can hear the flute. Everyday, i feel sorry for him. I want to stop and read the placard fully - but am embarrassed to do so. Everyday, he makes me feel guilty of being better-off. Wonder if my guilt has got anything to do with the fact that he is a "White-skinned" caucasian. Are we all conditioned to think of caucasians as being this well-off breed that we mere poor third-worlders always look up to? Why then should a seasoned Mumbai-ite like me feel sad and guilty looking at him? Am I not used to seeing all those homeless, poor, destitutes stopping me at ecvery traffic signal and begging for money or food or whatever I can give them? Is guilt partial to some?
These conflicting thoughts stop me from dropping some money in his bowl. If ever i want to do some charity, then why not do that to my people in my country India? Afterall, Charity begins at home, right? Have walked-past this man all these days having convinced myself on the above argument.
Today, I did the unthinkable: I gave him some money (equivalent of Rs 27). As for my loyalty to my country, I think i'll drop a bit more - may be double - to the kid who always stops me at Marol naka (Mumbai) traffic signal.
signing off....for now!
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Natural Born Cribber......
Been in Singapore for the last 3 months or so...here on some arbit work....so arbit that work seems to be the only interesting thing around this place...Gawd i hate so much of "ORDERLINESS"..everything is so predictable in this place...and so boring..these days i've started to miss even such things as crossing a busy mumbai street!:-) Back in Mumbai, even crossing a street demands that you be attentive, do some thinking...and of course, there's always that element of uncertainty...just enuff to make it in a way exciting...so unlike this place! Here one knows exactly what is gonna happen the next moment, and the one after that...
This place reminds me of "The Matrix"....yes, we are all caught in the matrix desgned by some super authority that ensures that we walk / talk / travel / eat / a/b/c/...in a certain predictable way....
Strange lands make people behave strangely..so they say..and I agree. Can you imagine i miss seeing those balaji teleserials - the ones that MS Word spell check wud throw out? I miss seeing them on primetime and criticising them (and my family that watches them)...
And what i miss the most is SPACE...wide open space! With all the buildings that Singy has, you can't see beyond 10m before u hit yet another high-rise. Suddenly, Claustrophobia is more than just a "Phobia" word that you learn to score well in GK tests!
So with all these spoilers, why do i suffer this place???
1. Money
2. Work
3. Novelty
4. Im just a NBC - Natural Born Cribber.
Thats why!
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The Invictus
This is Ackymedes here..got tempted to attempt my hand at blogging after reading thru' some of the other blogs (Cowboy from Hell, The Steppenwolf, Arbit Timepass etc)...With so much of inanity all-around, i guessed one more wudn't hurt anyone :-)..
Wanna know what "Invictus" means? The Invincible. The Unconquered. The one who refuses to submit.
This is derived from a poem by William Ernest Henley...
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Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
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Look forward to posting blogs!
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