The Cave man

Take your Children for shopping, buy them some toys, your son picks up a gun, and your daughter invariably picks up a doll. I know your son wants to shoot down all the bad guys over there and the computer games offer him more violence.

Booza Tooza two cave men three million years ago.
Booza hunts and gathers food for his woman and children.
BOINK! Cave man Tooza clubs Booza and takes away his food.
Booza is pissed because this happens every day.
Booza Complains to the chief.
Tooza says I hungry I eat.
Chief says Booza food
Tooza says I hungry I eat.
This stealing Bad
What Bad ?
Stealing wrong bad, not good
what wrong what bad what good ? I hungry I eat.

Now you have to make Tooza understand what is right and what is wrong. He has a point, he was hungry and he ate. Poor guy does not know what is good what is bad or what is right and what is wrong.

Best way to make him understand is by cooking up a story, Tell him a story how somebody took food which was not his and he was struck by a lightning. Use the best of your imagination, add masala.

All our holy books are nothing but stories and stories.
Why not just give a book of rules ?
No it will not work. You have to make them understand, so give them stories along with the user manual.

After 4 million years we have crossed the usefulness of such holy books but unfortunately we still cling on to them. We don't mind insulting our intelligence and we are not ashamed to accept that we are still Booza and Tooza and we cannot behave without these holy books. We grow up reading them. Stories full of violence, chopping of heads, blood everywhere. Yes only the heads of bad guys were chopped because there were no lethal injections back then.


Please don't call me and say my religion does not advocate violence, mine is a religion of peace. Spare me please.
Which religion advoctes violence ?
They all talk of peace, all of them, with stories of war murder spilling of blood chopping of heads.

And please don't be surprised if your son picks up a gun in a toy shop.
Salute the toy makers, violence sells.

After 4 million years human mind may have evolved
but human nature remains the same.
Hi Mary Jo
Hi Booza
Hi Tooza
Blunt Knife

Photo Blog

I don't know if I told you
I have this another blog thing going ? Blunt knife ?
Its a photo blog thing, no its not a photo blog,
blog blog ?? I am not sure what it is
But its a blog with pictures and lots of them.
And I give tips, what ever little I know
Oh yea I got it
Its a travel blog too
what else ?
Some times my mind refuses to move ??
I mean not out of my skull
that some times is today and now
Yea it goes out of my skull too.
Right now ??
I don't know what I am talking about ?
I am typing very fast, five words per minute
before my cat tries to catch my fingers

Please wake up early
You'd be missing a lot
How many sun rises have you seen in your life ?
I read a blog last night ?? yea last night.
where the person is happy that she's got good friends
She feels lucky, It was good to read
Its good to know some one is happy.
Half my friends wake up in the afternoon.

I forgot, I means forgot forgot
just click on the title of the blog
Title or the heading ?
what ever
or click on blunt knife below
It will take you to my other blog thing
I don't like this word blog or blogger
Blogger ? Yea I saw in my dream
People coming out of a theatre
big crowd, Somebody points at me and
shouts BLOGGER !!
I run
and they chase me, I try to run faster
but Its like I am running in slow motion
just like in the movies ??
I can hear thousand guys screaming behind me BLOGGER BLOGGER BLOGGER and they were getting closer and closer ??
I am running and running and running and not moving an inch.
To my horror I find I am wearing only a t shirt
ONLY A T-SHIRT. But I was wearing shoes thankfully. Nice shiny shoes well poslished, new very stylish shoes they were, bit too big for my feet though.

Angeldust ! Is this font and colour OK ? I have been trying different things buttoo I want to stick to black, bikkaas of pictures I means my pages have pictures, yea its a good idea, I'll say pages in future not blogs. Is it still too bright for you ?
Blunt Knife

the Hills are alive : 40 years now

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Any time tell me to sing
I will sing with my flat tuneless voice
I remember each and every word
40 years !
Still remember standing in the queue early in the morning with my friends for the first show at 3 'o'clock on the first day of its release
I thought I'd be the first there, found a big crowd standing in the queue already, I was not the only passionate chap in chennai.

Blunt Knife

Big Money

Things just happen and we have no control over it.

You are here reading my blog. You are here, and alive.
I have been into near fatal accidents many times.
I escaped because I left five seconds late or five seconds too early.
If I have any knowledge of what is waiting for me on the road I would never step out of my house.
If You know the future, things will come to grinding halt.
This element of uncertainty is what the life is all about.

Why do we ask questions, why do we seek enlightenment ?
One fundamental reason is insecurity. There is no way of knowing our future.
This is big business, big money.
Our insecurity takes us to diffrent Guru's, and Swamis, and they cash in. Your insecurity is money for them.
This includes the Vatican or Thirupati Temple and many others,
they are rich.
Your insecurity makes them rich.

For 2 days I have been cleaning up things after the rains, books and my music collection mostly. After a long time found myself playing two songs over and over again, 'Noah's Dove' Natalie Merchant's haunting voice, and Jamie O'Neil 'There is no Arizona'

Such pain in her voice ?? I don't know how to say it.

I have very limited knowledge of English,

some times I don't find right words to express what's on my mind,

Urdu being my language. I think in Urdu and write in English ' Dard bhari Aawaaz' or 'Soz' . Please help me I don't know how to say that in English.

Then there is this song which I heard on the radio a couple of years ago. I don't know the title and I don't know the name of the singer.

I'm at a pay phone just outside Charlotte

I just stopped to call to let you know I'm running late

yea I am pretty sure I've got the right direction

exit 29, just off the interstate........

Is there a place where I am not taken for granted

and I don't have to spend the nights alone

and I need a place where he can't hurt me any more

some place.. .. thats no place like home ...

This song moved me to tears. It's about some one leaving home.

This is one of the many reasons why I pour my frustrations in my blogs, thrashing beliefs, society, God. I am a blunt knife, doesn't cut anything.

When You hear a beautiful song and you don't know the name of the singer, you can't sleep.

The internet has come to my rescue before, like I came to know the title and the lyrics of Trisha Yearwood's 'I don't paint myself into corners any more' There's a whole lot of treasure in country music out there.

No other search has frustrated me more. I had given up a couple of times before.I stopped my cleaning leaving my room in a bigger mess and went after the song. I stumbled upon a site where you can key in your query and wait for some body to respond.
Its discussion forum too

One heading was staring at me, I clicked on it

http://cowboylyrics.com/forum/read.php?f=1&i=21862&t=21862

Its about a song, perhaps recorded in the 50's or early 60's allegedly sung by Johnny Cash, used to like him in my younger days.

I have no courage to post the title and the lyrics here in my blog.

In response to a query one Ms. Judi McKnight furnished the lyrics without any malice, and with apologies and hoping that it doesn't offend any one. She furnished the lyrics because some one like me asked for it.

What followed was a flood of abuses, which turned very obscene as the discussion went on, and Ms. Judi McKnight maintained her dignity right through.

Views of some people were shocking, I was very upset, sad and angry.

What ever the level of your joy ecstasy or enlightenment may be, there is always some one out there to put a hole in it and throw you back to to the earth with a bone shattering thud.

Just as I was posting this blog, I received a mail from Ms. Judi McKnight, giving me the name of the singer. Hard to imagine her efforts trying to get me the information on the vaguest or the thinnest of clues. very sweet of her.

Thank you Judi. I can sleep now.

Blunt knife

Marketing

This may be an eye sore,
believe me, you may not be aware that these bill boards give you a good feeling that things are going alright.
These bill boards are a part of the marketing urging you to buy their product. But when bombs are falling around you and bullets are flying everywhere, you hardly think of painting your walls or buying new furniture. You would just hope and pray that your children come back home alive. There is a shift in your priorities.
Survival becomes every thing for you.
You will think of marketing your product only under peaceful conditions. Otherwise these bill boards become meaningless and the marketing impossible.

When do you think of enlightenment ?
Only under peaceful conditions that includes your personal health.
You don't think of enlightening yourself when you are sick or under the threat of bombs dropping around you.
Gautam Buddha was not suffering himself,
he saw death and suffering around him, which made him ask questions.,
Had he been suffering from chronic stomach aches due to peptic ulcers, we wouldn't have any Buddhisam today.

There is no formula or a particular path to enlightenment.
My paradise would suffocate you. What enlightens me may depress you.
We have our own ways of liberating ourselves. Even if you attain Nirvana, nothing is going to change.
There is no enlightenment for an Iraqui or an Afghan.

This used to be my table, now discarded
There is nothing unsual here

All it needed was a bit of moisture, life springs on it. There was no life on it for 20 years
Take a closer look

I never noticed it myself.


Please stop for some time for a closer look
You may find something enlightening right under your nose.








Blunt Knife