This is what we were talking about, Cypher. This sickens me.

I am totally OK with beating the drum of Indian greatness when it matters, but tomorrow if people like Shanti do something that wins them recognition, I am not going to prance around like a gazelle.

Not for me, the victory dance of having secured the post of the whitie lapdog. You know what I mean? I look down on all these bastards who are sucking up to America just to further their own lot in life, scumbags.

Jay Mahaaraas't'ra!

My home state is 42 years old today, politically. Cheers to all Mahaaraas't'rians!

I am writing this with a sticker on the right side of my chest, indicating my name and temperature [36.4 degree celcius]. I accompanied Abhay to one of the mandatory temperature testing centres, 23 of which have been put up all around NTU to screen students before they go in for their examinations. Do I feel like a school kid just about to go for a picnic or what? Sheesh...

Praful Bidwai is being another dove here.
I mean, I can understand the desire to live in relative peace and harmony, but you see, the very constitution of Pakistan is proof of it's contra-Indian nature. This whole exercise in peace is going to end up in us ceding claim over PoK, mark my words.

This SARS thing is getting really FARSical, it seems a Kolkatan family refused to take in a family member diagnosed to NOT have SARS unless the Insti. of Virology, Pune certified it. I am sure there is a Puneri out there who is saying, "Baghaa! aamchaa shivaay tyaanchi kaadi dekhil halu naahi shakat kashi te pahaa."

Hehe...

I had slipped into the quagmire some days ago on account of this brilliant serial named CSI. Having finished the hitherto downloaded episodes, it was imperative that I get back into the good-Onkar-who-lives-in-the-day skin. For those who like the good-Onkar-who-lives-in-the-night more, don't lose heart, I'll do it once a week on the weekends, though I've been told that the latter version seems to be more contemplative and argumentative.

Nevertheless, after a series of machinations that lasted over a couple of days that were completely unproductive thanks to my religious involvements. I finally had a Debian distribution running on my box. FATWAI [for all those who are interested], I still am trying to install Gnome2.2, but the unfulfilled deps are giving me pangaa. I am currently running window maker instead of Kde3.1 because it looks too Macintoshy, and it's kinda heavy too. It's almost as if stuff's loading frame by frame.

So, the sinning stomach has to be fed, or to use a better allegory, the food sacrifice has to be arranged for. Not to mention the serious issues that are going to crop up in the next few months. Yesterday, I was on a roll, I guess. Calling back home just to talk to my sister is something I had never done before, but yesterday my mother was literally shouting "Grow up, Onkar, how can you chit-chat on an IDD?" from the other end. The zen koan, "Take matters of great importance lightly, take matters of little importance seriously" is to be understood, not followed, I know, but sometimes it's doing silly things like these that make all the difference.

Mars, the planet, is on the Singaporean zenith these days in the early mornings. I am planning to put up a small chart of visibles on my blog soon. Now, the poser of the day. Yesterday night, whilst sipping coke with Baja, we unanimously arrived at the decision that all relationships initiated by males are a manifestation of an oedipus complex that the guy is socially incapable of showing. In other words, a man likes a woman because she reminds him of his mother. This would explain why in numerous indian serials, a guy is completely baffled so as to how his mother and wife have different opinions about something! This would also mean that the wife initially plays second fiddle to the mother, but soon supercedes her since she is able to provide some things that the mother cannot. Maybe it was just a coincidence, but when I went upstairs to watch an episode of Scrubs before hitting the sack, Dr Cox told JD why he and Jordan got divorced. "You marry a woman like your mother and then you realise how much you hate your mother..."

Brr...Baja's words rang in my head, "Marriage is the absolute end, man, eternal damnation..."

This has to be a personal record.

"Earliest good deed of the day" @ 6:12 a.m.

Man, I feel so good!

ps: Now don't ask what this good deed was, 'cause I am not telling.