Tuesday, July 05, 2011

UNNATURALLY YOURS

So our health minister says that homosexuality, where a man has sex with another man, is unnatural and it is a disease which has come from the West. I've heard people calling homosexuality unnatural before too but I don't understand why. If a feeling of loving someone or something (be it a human or an animal or monument or a moment) comes from within, isn't it suppose to be 'natural'? How can love be unnatural?

We humans have come to a state where we have evolved brains which in turn have spurred millions of thoughts and feelings. In comparison, animals do not not have such evolved brains, so most of them just eat, mate, try to stay alive and be just that, animals. I am assuming that animals' thoughts and feelings have not evolved to a level where they can think or feel gay. So if evolution or God, whichever you believe in, wanted us humans to get to this advanced level of thinking, where we build civilisations, societies and whatnot and feeling, where we form relations, friendships even with strangers, so it's only natural if some of us have a liking for the same gender. And it obviously is not a disease (also claimed by one Baba Ramdev where he also gave a cure for it).

Who are we to say what is natural and what is not? By those standards shaving and cutting of one's hair should be unnatural as well (as many of the Sikh faith will tell you that it is). If we were to go according to a traditional Indian family where marriages are only arranged, it'd be very unnatural for the youngsters to find their own partners. Also unnatural should be taking care of our new born babies, because in nature many animals leave their children, to fend for themselves, the second they are born. Vegetarians would tell you their way is the natural way. But people who eat meat would argue by saying that even plants have life so it is killing any which way. Now which way to eat is natural? In many communities men are circumcised and in others they are not. But either way it's natural. Really? Two contradicting things are both natural? In South Asia it is natural for children to live with their parents, in the same house, even after they married. But it is also natural, on the other hand in USA, for kids to leave their homes when they turn 18 years old and start their own lives.

I could go on and on reciting examples of contradicting thoughts, norms and customs and still not find out which one is the correct way. I wish there was a book of rules written by Mother Nature. Life could be so much more, you know, natural.




Thursday, May 05, 2011

Some money...err aid.

USA: Here have some money...err I mean aid.
Pak: Okay.
USA: And you give me something in return, like...umm...okay give me a minute to think.
Pak: Okay.

After many hundred minutes.
USA: Yea I've thought about it. You give me your support in Afghanistan against the terrorists.
Pak: Okay.

After many years of giving money...err aid.
USA: We've found Osama, no thanks to you, and we're going to bomb his place in your backyard. Pretend as if you don't know anything. 
Pak: Okay.

After killing Osama USA is questioned by the government.
USA: Crap now I have to explain to my folks back home why did I give you all the money...err aid when you did jackshit. So I'm going to call you names and blame you for stuff.
Pak: Okay...err...what??!



Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Sadness and Hard Rock

I love music and especially sad songs. They have more depth than most happy songs. It (sad music) gets me onto a level much deeper. I really like Indian (Punjabi and Hindi) sad songs but at the same time I love American hard rock/metal music. The one thing I found common in both, after listening to many different songs and understanding the lyrics, was sadness. Both types of music have the underlying character of sadness. Yet the way sadness is handled could not be more opposite. The Indian way was more subtle with soothing tones and rhymes but the American style was more hard hitting with guitar riffs and loud singing. So I wondered if it was a cultural thing? Our we Indians culturally not angry people per se? So when we're hurt or in pain we get sad unlike the Americans who tend to get angry if they're hurt or in pain. So what do we do? We collect all the hurt and pain and suffering and store it inside ourselves and this anger comes out in all the wrong places at the wrong times.

jsjv

Monday, April 04, 2011

Love for Cricket

the fever grips the nation together
more than religion or equal to it, whatever
11 gods on the field they see
the young thinking 'one day that'll be me'
this game gets too many hearts broken
glued to any tv, radio; no words spoken
when a little someone hits the ball away
'he's the master' is all what they say
the gods have many names to call
bhajji, tendlya, jumbo, mahi, the wall
we love to see them fight the enemy together
don't hate them even when they battle each other
the new Colosseum puts them against their kin
any city on top is the country's win
this spectacle provides all the entertainment
for the prize is more than one's containment
different than regular rules they obey
more lights, screams and colourful prey
these gods dress in finest of clothing
bought everything from some endorsing
why must they sell themselves for money?
why shouldn't they? that question's funny.
everyone wants more than he needs
to be here they have excelled in all deeds
do not question why others games are left behind
it's our choice to love this game blind

jsjv

Monday, March 21, 2011

Sunday, March 20, 2011

I HATE YOU

I hate you like the fire hates the rain
I hate you like the whore hates the shame
I hate you like the priest hates the sin
I hate you like the snake hates its skin
I hate you like the teen-mom hates her child
I hate you like the smoker hates his milds
I hate you like the father hates his failure
I hate you like the inmate hates his jailor
I hate you like the woman hates her period
I hate you like the non-believer hates the sacred
I hate you like the forest hates the fire
I hate you like the rapist hates his desire
I hate you like the ocean hates the storm
I hate you like the child who hates to be born
I hate you like the hungry hate their lives
I hate you like the skin hates the knife
I hate you like the devil hates the above
I hate you like you hate love


jsjv
EVEN WHEN
i feel lonely even when i'm in a crowd
i feel insecure even when i'm protected by guards
i see defeat even when i've three aces in my cards
i hear silence even when the music's loud

i feel neglected even when everyone shows me love
i see the words dying even when my mind is working
i feel being watched even when no one is lurking
i see vultures even when i feed the doves

i sense chills up my arm even when it's just a ladybug
i feel chained even when i am driving by myself
i hear cries even when a kid hums to herself
i feel detached even when i am in a group hug

i am jealous even when all your attention is towards me
i feel cold even when the fire is bright
i feel the weakness even when i am full of might
i am falling even when it's on the top i am meant to be

i see time slipping away even when i have reserved the hours
i feel unwanted even when my pets are fawning
i see darkness fall even when the sun is dawning
i see the world burning even when it's raining flowers


jsjv

Saturday, March 19, 2011

A little something for our men in uniform
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1>"oye hun kehri class hai? 
2> physics di.
1> oh dadiyal di? bada bore karda hai yaar.
3> chalo pichhe jaake baithiye."

the  class starts with dadiyal commencing with the introduction to rotational motion. our boys are lost henceforth.

3> *yawn*
2> ubaasiyan kyun layi jana?
3> kal raat der tak lohri challi si
1> sala sanu bulaya ni, te aap paa geya kikkliyan kudiyan naal
3> yaar mere gawandi sige, tuhanu ni jaan de.
2> chhad rehen de, unhda di kudi pichhe geya siga, hor kyun jana tu
3> nahi oye

dadiyal> you boys in back, chup karo!

1> sir, sorry
2> sala, dadiyal de taan main launga exam ton baad
3> changa, chup karo hun
2> kyun, tenu bada cha chadeya padhan da ajj?
1> haan ki gall? kisnu impress karan nu firda? oh tuition wali nahi fasugi je bhavein physics di saari kitab vi pee jayenga.
That's Sean Singh in front of the beauty RE Bullet standard, model 1999.
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