22 revolutions round the sun,
beer will help me with the 23rd one.
Hindsight is never 20-20. never will be.
try not to live for others this year.
burn some oil, get busy
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Monday, February 20, 2006
bark
"Do ya like DAGS..." - Brad Pitt - Snatch
There are all kinds of them - Big bewhiskered mutts, Heavy hirsute, those skinny iniquitous creatures . You name it and you would find it on the streets of this city. Personally I have no grudges against them, but sometimes they sure can scare the shit out of me.
Particularly, this mutt, outside my lane.
Fed that bastard when he was as small as my hand, but i think their sense of smell isn't developed at that age, and now he barks at me at every single instance. He seems to be venting out his anger on the stuff that I fed him in his yesteryears.
He aint big, but is lean and can pounce with ease (Gir and Lok will agree). He is white with blobs of ochre here and there. The glittering set of vicious looking incisors, elegantly juxtaposed with the flickering evil looking claws and a shiny black nose completes the "curse of the 1st cross lane".
Well, he has never bitten me, don't know if he has bitten anyone, for that matter. But then my presentiments seem too real to not take any precautions.
I, infact, have kept a stick ready in the watchman's cabin incase he decides to devour my flesh anytime. Will think about methods of drawing up courage to go and hit him, later; as it is a bit too intimidating to imagine that scenario right now.
My fears are justified for i have had the privilege of being scratched and nibbled upon between the interlocking canines.....twice.
For the ones, who are yet to experience anything remotely related to dogs, please read on:
1. Never disturb a sunbathing dog.
2. And more importantly, never try to save a dog that is feasting in the middle of the road, with cars whistling past him. They know the traffic laws better than us and can look after themselves.
3. Make sure your family doctor is not on a Holiday. If so, make sure, you have atleast one family friend, who is a doctor (any kind...in my case was an ophthalmologist) who can administer the rabies vaccine, even on a weekend.
4. Never form an opinion about the size of the dog from 20 yards or more.
Coming back to our devil, hope the dog lovers of my lane, keep him well fed. And also that, Mrs. Maneka changes her stand on stray dogs.
There are all kinds of them - Big bewhiskered mutts, Heavy hirsute, those skinny iniquitous creatures . You name it and you would find it on the streets of this city. Personally I have no grudges against them, but sometimes they sure can scare the shit out of me.
Particularly, this mutt, outside my lane.
Fed that bastard when he was as small as my hand, but i think their sense of smell isn't developed at that age, and now he barks at me at every single instance. He seems to be venting out his anger on the stuff that I fed him in his yesteryears.
He aint big, but is lean and can pounce with ease (Gir and Lok will agree). He is white with blobs of ochre here and there. The glittering set of vicious looking incisors, elegantly juxtaposed with the flickering evil looking claws and a shiny black nose completes the "curse of the 1st cross lane".
Well, he has never bitten me, don't know if he has bitten anyone, for that matter. But then my presentiments seem too real to not take any precautions.
I, infact, have kept a stick ready in the watchman's cabin incase he decides to devour my flesh anytime. Will think about methods of drawing up courage to go and hit him, later; as it is a bit too intimidating to imagine that scenario right now.
My fears are justified for i have had the privilege of being scratched and nibbled upon between the interlocking canines.....twice.
For the ones, who are yet to experience anything remotely related to dogs, please read on:
1. Never disturb a sunbathing dog.
2. And more importantly, never try to save a dog that is feasting in the middle of the road, with cars whistling past him. They know the traffic laws better than us and can look after themselves.
3. Make sure your family doctor is not on a Holiday. If so, make sure, you have atleast one family friend, who is a doctor (any kind...in my case was an ophthalmologist) who can administer the rabies vaccine, even on a weekend.
4. Never form an opinion about the size of the dog from 20 yards or more.
Coming back to our devil, hope the dog lovers of my lane, keep him well fed. And also that, Mrs. Maneka changes her stand on stray dogs.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
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You do unto others, as you would have them do unto you.......goes without saying....and I never understood this......never will.
I call people, my friends, my cousins, and my neighbours, for any event/gathering, which interests all.
Makes me think among other reasons, that the person might appreciate the gesture.....How naive could I get.
The world doesn’t work that way......and I have made it a point to remind myself this basic maxim on every occasion.
Many don’t treat you as you would want them to. And I wait patiently to return the hostilities.
But clemency has always taken over at the "moment of truth"....and I come back to the "Jaane De" attitude. That in no way means, I am a 'walkover'. Altercations are a part of me.
Be it the brash behavior of some, or the chiding remarks of the others, it hurts at that instance and I take a hard nosed vow to return the favour, but the conversion rate of all the pledges is outright pathetic.
I cannot be rude to people.....(OK...except the rickshaw wallas), and the other times when I have unpremeditatedly said anything harsh, I have resented having opened my mouth, for weeks together.
They all take me for granted, they think I cant get wild at anyone.......good they haven’t seen me angry. No....I don’t go about slitting everyone’s throats. But i sure can get wild.
I can.
I call people, my friends, my cousins, and my neighbours, for any event/gathering, which interests all.
Makes me think among other reasons, that the person might appreciate the gesture.....How naive could I get.
The world doesn’t work that way......and I have made it a point to remind myself this basic maxim on every occasion.
Many don’t treat you as you would want them to. And I wait patiently to return the hostilities.
But clemency has always taken over at the "moment of truth"....and I come back to the "Jaane De" attitude. That in no way means, I am a 'walkover'. Altercations are a part of me.
Be it the brash behavior of some, or the chiding remarks of the others, it hurts at that instance and I take a hard nosed vow to return the favour, but the conversion rate of all the pledges is outright pathetic.
I cannot be rude to people.....(OK...except the rickshaw wallas), and the other times when I have unpremeditatedly said anything harsh, I have resented having opened my mouth, for weeks together.
They all take me for granted, they think I cant get wild at anyone.......good they haven’t seen me angry. No....I don’t go about slitting everyone’s throats. But i sure can get wild.
I can.
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