one thing led to another yesterday, at the bench.
india `joins the world` and discussing if that is good or bad led to another heated topic..(cant recollect how)- capital punishment vs life imprisonment. oh i just remembered! Apparently now switzerland has started capitalpunishment if the some soldier from the army dosent perform at war! my friend was against it saying how can the west still succumb to capital punishment..(the us)..it isnt humane. but is it `humane` to make someone suffer to death!? well that debate went on forever.
Which led to vegetarianism..
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
thought for the day
"The cricketers have been auctioned,
Now lets start with the politicians."
----sign in Colaba
Now lets start with the politicians."
----sign in Colaba
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Death at a funeral *****

this was one hell of a movie... i cant even say how good and funny it was!!! You cant imagine how funny a serious situation can get till you watch it...seriously dont hesitate and watch it. SUperb!!!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
IF
i cant but stop reading this.... it makes me feel so good!
IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling
IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Home Sweet Home
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Dahl- the violent author?
google celebrates roald dahl's birthday -www.google.com i was reading some of his story summaries and frankly,
i was shocked. i mean the guy who wrote matilda and james and the ...
also wrote-
" Finally his turn is called, and he is led to the "schackling area" where the pigs are grabbed, looped about the ankle with a chain, and then dragged up through a hole in the roof. While he is watching, one of the workers slips a chain around Lexington's ankle and before he knows what is happening he is being dragged along the path as well. "Help!" he cries. "There's been a frightful mistake!" But no one stops the engine, and he's carried along to the sticker, who slices open the boy's jugular vein with a knife" -review of short stories by roald dahl - 'PIG'
and ..
"but when bringing a leg of lamb to the kitchen for the evening meal, she encounters her husband. In a fit of rage she kills him with a blow to the head from the leg of lamb. Thinking quickly, she goes to the local store to create an alibi for herself, and when she returns home, calls the police. They come quickly, and after verifying her alibi, they begin the search for the murder weapon, unaware that it is cooking right in front of them. After a fruitless hunt for the weapon, Mary Malone offers the officers the now cooked lamb. As they discuss the location of the weapon, Mary begins to giggle.." - lamb to the slaughter
all his adult fiction is the same..crude violence
rethinking his childrens fiction , they too had a violent humour..maneating giants, children almost dying in a choclate factory etc...
he remains to be one of my favorite authors
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