Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Easy self test

The Acid test that I propose for our Nation before we could dare to host and boast of an international event of any kind:
· The day Indians can maintain the etiquettes of queue system we are ready. Get into a queue. If there is no pushing, pulling, bypassing, spitting, nudging, poking, feeling, and mingling of sweat then we are ready.
· The day we stop picking our nose, scratching our crotch, farting in public, we are ready.
· The day an average Indian official’s waist line is not a potbelly, we are ready.
· If we have people stopping at unmanned traffic lights that flash red, we are ready.
· If our public toilets are flushed every time they are used, and flushed by the user herself or himself and not by the janitor in attendance, we are ready.
· The day we stop cleaning our surroundings before an official’s visit but rather clean up after the visit, we are ready.
· The day our traffic is not held up because somebody-actually a nobody- decides to hold private processions on public roads, we are ready.
· The day our country has lesser chokes in our drainage system than the number of BRAINs DRAINed, we are ready.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

logic, sense and awe!!!

It never fails me with any number of reads.

In Broken Images 

Robert Graves

He is quick, thinking in clear images;
I am slow, thinking in broken images.

He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I became sharp, mistrusting my broken images.

Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;
Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.

Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact,
Questioning their relevance, I question the fact.

When the fact fails him, he questions his senses;
When the fact fails me, I approve my senses.

He continues quick and dull in his clear images;
I continue slow and sharp in my broken images.

He in a new confusion of his understanding;
I in a new understanding of my confusion

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Genesis

Today is the day i created my blog. It looks too neat to belong to a messed up brain.