Just this morning, I was witness to a drunk about to get squished by a bus… smack in the middle of the road. The driver managed to stop just inches from this unkempt fool and all the while this bum was yelling at someone facing the opposite direction.
The most outrageous thing is, this idiot turned around, and started abusing the bus driver (who exhibited more restraint than I expected). I felt like grabbing the drunk by his neck and landing a few nice bonks on his head.
Support for prohibition, anyone?
I don’t get why there are so many people who feel he should have continued as a burden for the (honest) tax payers of this country.
It wouldn’t have mattered if this brainwashed, misled ‘brute’ was shot down during 26/11 itself, would it? So, may be these people think that the crores of money spent keeping him alive was all for naught, because it is now all a waste?
What’s the point, in any case?
Most people who speak of human rights are hypocrites… mostly, IMHO.
The protestors were actually protesting some video made by some jobless guy, which depicted Islam as a violent religion, and on top of that added some insults about their Prophet.
Fine… they can protest all they want. But rocket attacks and killings in response to a video? Overkill.
It is ironical that these dumb-ass protestors actually vindicated the video-maker’s standpoint!
Don’t even remember when was the last time I remembered to visit my own blog and forgot.
One would think the ‘swami’ would have better things to do.
Ohhhh Samiyov!!! En ippudi?
This is something which I have been continuing to realize to be true over the past years… and it never ceases to show me new dimensions in the every day world.
Bhagavad Gita 2.62
dhyāyato viṣayān puḿsaḥ sańgas teṣūpajāyate
sańgāt sañjāyate kāmaḥ kāmāt krodho ‘bhijāyate
While contemplating the objects of the senses, a person develops attachment for them, and from such attachment lust develops, and from lust anger arises.
Bhagavad Gita 2.63
krodhād bhavati sammohaḥ sammohāt smṛti-vibhramaḥ
smṛti-bhraḿśād buddhi-nāśo buddhi-nāśāt praṇaśyati
From anger, complete delusion arises, and from delusion bewilderment of memory. When memory is bewildered, intelligence is lost, and when intelligence is lost one falls down again into the material pool.
(Text and translations are from Vedabase)
After a tryst with my allergies last weekend, I decided to spend some time in the sun today, given the 2 day holiday at work. I had not gotten a chance to do this kind of walk for a couple of months now.
A 15min walk took me to the popular bookstore nearby, where I spent about 45mins roaming here and there until I got my hands on an interesting book. The place was crowded… kids everywhere, mothers talking to their kids in some sort of english (seriously, some moms take this thing too far… talking in english is a status symbol still, I guess).
On the way back, I chose to walk home in a different route, along an arterial road which was not actually not that crowded in the early noon hours.
I usually observe anything and everything… observe in the sense “notice something, register it and move on”. So here I was on the road, observing the guards of a High Security building, the blue riot control vehicle stationed nearby, 2 ladies in blue overcoats sitting inside a protected glass enclosure, an armored security cam and… BANG!
I was rudely shocked by the sounds of a 2 wheeler crashing in to a wayside tree and pavement. The driver and the pillion rider were both thrown to the ground… looks like an autowallah rammed in to the back of the bike. The driver of the bike suffered a sprain to his ankle, but the pillion guy had a small cut below the left eye, and was rolling on the pavement with his palm on his chest.
The driver got up and started slapping and beating the autowallah… and 3 more people joined in. I was some distance away and started walking fast towards them. Another bike rider raced by me, stopped near the crowd and rescued the autowallah. Looks like the auto driver was not well, and he lost control of the vehicle. Expletives filled the air… I wanted to check if the guy on the pavement was fine or if he needed an ambulance, but he got and up started walking alright. I asked the 2 guys in the midst of the confusion if they wanted to see a doctor right away… there was a hospital nearby that they can go to in the same auto, but the 2 guys ignored me straight… and were bent on threatening the auto driver. I saw that there was no further point in me standing there.
So I continued walking… crossed a bus stop with just 3 people waiting, a tea stall where a fresh load of samosas was just being unloaded, a small slum alley to the side at the entrance of which there were a couple of women keenly looking for lice in their hair (as well as one of their daughters’).
As I neared the turn I needed to take to get away from the main road, I noticed a modern-looking, plump girl, dressed in tight blue jeans and a black kurta type tops… only I was left wondering what the purpose of the dress was. There was this famous chat place in the corner in to which I just popped in to check if I can buy something interesting, but changed my mind almost right after I looked at the menu (nothing wrong with the menu, I just decided that I would go back home and have a proper lunch instead).
I reached home, had a good lunch and started reading my new book… only to drift in to sleep in an hour or so.
It was a good walk today.