Where is Vice Man 3

Hey Lolly, where are you ? You need to keep this blog going with your controversial posts. Dont tell me you have run out of steam after the last one. We need you 'Mudu Krishna'.

Machee,Iyer

Chootu....Back from the VET

The title if you are wondering is the name of my little pet Hamster. It was my graduation gift from my mother. Although a pet, he is literally the center of attention in my house. My dad especially, is crazy about him and looks after him like a grandson. Yeah thats what my mom keeps telling me "Son, u better get married and give ur dad a grandkid". Then i give back a wry smile and tell her "Mom that can be achieved without marriage". Yeah i guess you know what happens after that....i get back a nice slap on the back.

Yesterday, chootu went to the Vet to get operated on a small non malignant tumour on his belly. Yeah! That sounds pretty serious. It seems mice, hamsters and guinea pigs are highly prone to cancer, which is why they are used extensively in cancer research. Can you imagine a little animal not more than 3-4 inches in length going under the surgeon's knife. Everything from the the anasthetic to the medicine has to be administered in the minutest of quantities.

Both my mom and dad took off from work to look after the li'll fella...I could actually picture a scene from a hindi movie where the parents are pacing back and forth outside the operation theatre :).Well so far everything went off well and much my relief the little guy came back safely. Three cheers to Chootu....hip hip hurray!

Machee

Blog hopping

5 am. The naked glow of the tube light blankets sheets of numbers, the tired pen and the now cold, half empty cup of mocha. Another night sacrificed for the exam looming around the corner.

A short stroll through the streets of this blog world. The stores are ever open. Sporting wares from far corners of world, tempting us to take a peek, beckoning us to stay a while and join the incessant chatter.

Music wafting from open doors. Mingling tunes, discordant beats, and then out of nowhere you hear a snatch of a song, so familiar, only second to your lover’s heart beat. You weave through the crowds, holding on to the heavenly strain…you turn a corner and bump into a stranger, now a friend, sitting with her back to the lamp post, whistling the song.

And I sit with her, hold her hands, humming in tune, floating in an orgasm exclusive to true fans.

This is what i found:
s&g
soul and groove. sugar and ginger. simmer and grieve. simon and garfunkel.
Read more...

Thank you Deepa.

Iyer

Smoking and Movies

The Indian government has recently decided to ban smoking in films. Our Minister for Health proclaimed proudly that we became the first country to ban smoking in Movies. This decision reeks of stupidity and shortsightedness.
I agree movies and actors should not glorify smoking but how far can we go in curbing the creative license of moviemakers. This decision is ridiculous because it affects the very characterisation of actors in movies. Tomorrow, they might decide to ban the show or use of guns in movies because it encourages violence. Then filmmakers can as well close shop and stop making movies.
If someone wants to smoke they will go ahead and do it. All the big warnings and gory images portraying organs full of tar, which are plastered all over the cigarette packets, is hardly effective in discouraging people from smoking.
The government should instead focus on enforcing no-smoking in public places and educating the people. Movies should not be held as the scapegoat for all the ills of society.

Machee

Give me back my marbles!

…no pun intended.

A long long time ago…when I was in 5th grade, Fortune smiled and made me heir to a fine collection of marbles. My cousin, who had taken years to put together the dazzling and mesmerizing collection of motley hued glass orbs, suddenly found himself too old to be associated with them.

The best way to amplify my joy was to share a part of the collection, albeit a small proportion, with my best buddy – D. I chose 2-dozen of the precious little ones and packed them in a cardboard box, with cotton and all, to ensure their safe journey. When I presented it to D he was overjoyed but did give one of those – “Are u sure?” – looks. I was very sure, after all, in those days, best friends solidified their relationship with the exchange of marbles.

A couple of weekends later the weather got a little rough. D and myself were at the peak of a cold war. I had pretty much exhausted all my weapons when the devil whispered in my ears – “Take them back! If he is not your friend, he doesn’t deserve the gift!” And then I did the unthinkable – walked up to D and asked him to return the gift. He did, unceremoniously, and I sat back confused and horrified at my childishness.

This incident comes back to me today, with Australian donors for the tsunami relief holding Indonesia ransom and demanding a review of the court’s verdict sentencing Schapelle Corby to 20 years in prison.

Strange, but even back then, as a child, I felt there was something really wrong to hold someone ransom to the gifts you give them, and worse, to vilify the relationship by taking them back. If a child can realize this, why can't these adults?

With D and me things were back to normal soon after and today we can think back and laugh at the whole thing. But some mistakes linger to haunt generations. Are the Australians heading that way?

Iyer