A bodycon outfit, made of some sort of T-shirt material, its effectiveness requires wearing thong style undies, which is what I was shopping for when I slipped and fell in the mall. Apparently it was really really necessary that I hide the gains I had achieved with my own hard work. In the days after my husband and I walked to the voting center and voted as we usually do and I wore tall boots with socks to protect my twisted ankle in spite of the unseasonal Texas November heat. On our return we marked a patch of curing concrete sidewalk with both our initials, embellished with hearts and Gayatri!
Posture #25 Spine Twisting Pose and a Smile
I recall my cricket loving brother telling me about the English Cricket Captain pissing on Lord’s after winning the Ashes against the Aussies and the Australian Captain laughing with irony – this is what you get when you promote brown skinned second or even third generation to captaincy based solely on ability and talent, without knowing their soul – if they actually accept the charge laid upon them to represent England in all its glory. Yeah! The English Cricket Captain had Indian (from India) ancestry.
How do you know someone’s soul? How about hanging out with them in a bar to drink and get to know them? If they don’t drink, that’s a tell. Alcohol ain’t bad for you in small amounts. I personally can drink a small drink depending on the company I’m in.
With only family members I am very comfortable anywhere – they know my limits.
With a mix of family and strangers, I have to be outdoors in cool to cold weather to enjoy a drink.
With childhood friends, I can drink if we are in a cool to cold place in a hyper dense city where walking is THE MODE of TRAVEL.
With architectural peers of a certain type, I can drink with them in some situations.
With roommates from my days as a foreign student in the US, NO.
– The one from my time at UT – Arlington – SHE DON’T DRINK, SO CAN’T TRUST HER!
– The one from my time at Cornell University – SHE FROM NEPAL, FELLAS! BROTHELS IN MUMBAI ARE POPULATED BY NEPALI GIRLS WHO WILLINGLY FOLLOW STRANGE ALPHA MALES VISITING THEIR PRISTINE HINDU VILLAGES INTO A NIGHT OF FREE PASSION FOLLOWED BY A LIFETIME PAYMENT PLAN. NOW THERE WERE AT LEAST TWO MAJOR CITIES BEFORE YOU GOT TO BOMBAY (MUMBAI), NAMELY, NEW DELHI (THE NATIONAL CAPITAL) AND CALCUTTA (CAPITAL OF BRITISH INDIA). SUPPLY – DEMAND DYNAMICS.
– The one from my time at OU – Norman – ONE KICKS ME OUT FOR INSUFFICIENT EMOTIONAL SUPPORT AND MANY YEARS LATER IMPLIES THAT MY DEAR HUSBAND IS BENEATH THE CLASS AND STATUS OF HER LAWYER HUSBAND AND HERSELF; THE OTHER IS FROM PAKISTAN, A DEVOUT MUSLIM* SO NO ALCOHOL, AND MANY YEARS LATER IN 1997 – 1998 CONSIDERS MY HUSBAND BENEATH ME.
With colleagues, NOT AT ALL.
With strangers, I WON”T ENTER THE ARENA.
IN ANY CONFLICT BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL, THE STRONGEST WILL ALWAYS WIN! I don’t say it. Ayn Rand said it. And I believe it! She demonstrates it in quite a few of her essays!.
USUALLY EVIL IS STRONGER THAN GOOD. THE GOOD WILL WILLINGLY DIE FOR A CAUSE, BUT THE EVIL WILL FIND A WAY TO LIVE – TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY!!!
MY IMAGINARY DIALOGUE WITH THAT WOMAN WHO OPENED THE DOOR TO THE MURDERERS OF THE EDITORIAL AND CREATIVE STAFF OF CHARLIE HEBDO!
MAY THEIR SOULS REST IN PEACE!
Friday, January 9, 2014
The shooting deaths of key editorial and creative staff at the Paris office of Charlie Hebdo by a couple of Muslim terrorists crying “Allah-o-Akbar” in protest against the publishing of cartoons of Muhammad, founder of Islam, is the capstone of the reach of a certain type of woman – those that enjoy power for its own sake. Let me see here: The cartoon rag published satirical pieces on all topics as they should. They satirized women, oh yes, they satirized woman, the partnering type equalist woman, along with politicians, social workers, and anyone else who got a bit too arrogant in their hubris. Yet their sales only increased when they published cartoons of Muhammad. Sure they were in the business of pointing fingers at hubris-intoxicated people including women, especially those who enjoy being the power behind the throne. But one’s got to feed the staff, run the presses, buy the computers, maintain the software updates (let’s not even go there, especially with women programmers developing newer and newer features to go with the basic model – my short experience with Microsoft’s subscription based Office Suite, augmented by #gamergate as I understand from the Reaxxion website) and numerous other tasks involved in running a daily satire publication.
I recall reading early yesterday morning that the editor admitted that even when they publish satire on other topics they find that those on Islam and Muhammad to be the ones that get the most readership and advertising dollars. So you go where the money is! Yet today I was looking for that comment and couldn’t find it. It’s been removed, edited out, white-outed, call it what you will.
Another thing I noticed this morning is that pictures of all the journalists and cartoonists on the staff who were all shot dead is no longer there. I assumed them to be all homosexual – just their faces and its expressions. But now it seems the editor had a girlfriend – but looking at her face I ain’t surprised that they were no more than partners. She looks, not grief-striken, but full of that I-told-you-so expression that women have when their dependents (children or adults) don’t heed their warnings. Apparently he didn’t want children because of his work. Maybe she did want them? Still, the fact that she didn’t steal his semen to impregnate herself is some small consolation. Imagine the publicity to be availed from raising and grooming the child as some sort of defiance!
Saturday, January 10, 2014
Early this morning in bed I recalled that the secured main door to the Charlie Hebdo offices was opened to the terrorists by a female employee who had just dropped her child off somewhere. She could see that these two men were armed with guns and yet she punched in the code to the door. She enabled them to enter the offices without any of the men hearing or knowing about it.
Sure, if she had resisted they would have shot her. But I understand that French citizens have an active hatred for terrorists of any creed. They have a history with such things.
Alright, she is responsible for her child, so she opened the door. Why? Is there not a father or a co-parent responsible for the child? No?
Is she then a single mom? Yeah? Could she not have lied? Frozen in place? That’s what I do when I am scared! That’s what a normal non-combatant citizen does in such situations. Put their hands up and hide or lie flat on the ground or against the wall. Did her fingers not tremble in punching the code? Mine do, every time I type in the password to my fricking online accounts.
You say you know the door code very well, because you have punched it many times. So you were not really scared were you? You hands didn’t trouble and mistype the code even once? If it had, it would have sounded alarms somewhere, either inside the office itself or at the security company and the police station where such errors are automatically sent.
If it had rung inside the office, then the editor could have done something. Threw a fricking ink pen used for drawing cartoons. (I have them. They are pointy. In fact airlines don’t allow them in planes.) Not just died without fighting. After all he had made it his life’s work to satirize terrorists, politicians and other people in power, including women. Is that your beef? He satirizes women.
Leave or make fun of him. Ah yes, you can’t because you are a single mom. We are back to where we left off.
So you are a single mom able and allowed to leave work and return for personal business. Don’t know your position in the office. If you are a receptionist then don’t you know you are supposed to leave someone at your desk to cover for you in case a customer comes in? What? You don’t care about customers? But they make it possible for you to be paid a salary.
More importantly you were able to type the code in such a terrorizing situation – two obviously armed men, Islamic jihadists no less, without a single mistype. And you survived. They didn’t kill you.
They did kill the lone policeman on the pavement who actually threw himself at their mercy, didn’t they? Or did I imagine that too? Ah, yes. He was a Muslim policeman. He was on the other side. What other side?
I rest my case.
Meanwhile I read that the two (now augmented to three) terrorists are still being sought ardently by everyone. I wonder if a certain Pythoness of my acquaintance is protecting them.
The Face of The Pythoness
First Lady of Kalachandjis: lame, dragging her feet, but full of energy.
Preservation-crazy girlfriend: overweight, demands help in carrying her luggage from me. Much taller than I.
Middle-aged Indian woman in the aisle seat on my row, on outbound flight to Mumbai in October 2014, overweight, makes life difficult with her spicy food eating and her obstruction of exit to the restroom and her scheming with passengers in the back in throwing my spectacle cover (with my husband’s name on it) behind my seat, then offers to get me sweets and tea as compensation. She reminded me of that Shippie girlfriend from Sir JJ. Shared the same shape of face. And facility with traveling back and forth between the US and India. Only someone from India who had lived long enough in the US and had access to funds could do so, especially at her age.
Except for the First Lady of Kalachandji’s at the very top the rest below aspire to be her, if only they had her practice being lame and demanding sympathy and support! Sigh!
All so far are overweight with serious knee and feet problems, with an innate preference for dominating other people to one’s own ends with no regard for the others’ best interests.
In the past, ISKCON was sued for sexual abuse of children in their boarding school. You can read all about that if you search for it online. Our Randian friends recall the days when they would seek vegetarian food in Dallas and go to the Dallas ISKCon center, namely, Kalachandjis, and find free food being offered with attendants aggressively demanding donations. The attendants could not even pronounce the name correctly while demanding these donations, so these friends always call this restaurant by the name, Kaalaaganges! Hilarious! On a serious note, this underlines the need for proper pronunciation if you are pitching Eastern absolution in return for donations.
A Canadian acquaintance recalls that these restaurants would serve food cooked in ghee! When I told her that they now serve food cooked in olive oil in response to customers and devotees concern for gaining fat, she asked ironically if that still made the food they served blessed by their acclaimed lords. If yes, then how does Krishna like food cooked in olive oil. If not, then how is the restaurant in any way special from any other such facility attached, say, to a church or a mosque. I suggested that maybe the food offered in the temple is cooked in ghee. That brings up the interesting question of how do they pay for all this deity food being cooked in ghee! Maybe only food offered as what they call ‘prasadam’ was cooked in ghee? Again how do they keep this separate from the general daily food available in the devotee/aficionado/prospect dining hall at the back? I was stumped.
From personal experience eating food cooked in both mediums I can attest that food cooked in ghee is calming while that cooked in olive oil is not. I am still stumped. When I recall the behavior of the devotees, I am not surprised if the deity food is also cooked in olive oil. None of them exhibit the calm and rational mind of a true devotee – the men are either Machiavellian or scatterbrained in their behavior, the women spend all their time chanting the Hare Krishna mantra, increasing repetitions as and when needed. I have met only one women who was not constantly chanting but she had a resigned and fatalistic approach to life. All of this points to the fact that none of them eat food cooked in ghee! They likely don’t know how to make ghee!
I must admit that it is an art to be practiced daily with deep attention and a rational mind. I find that sometimes I have to use more ghee than others and the quantity depends on how much conflict I can handle at a given moment. There are those who thrive on conflict – these do not need ghee at all. There are those who develop scatterbrained awareness – these need lots of ghee. The ones who are called upon to resolve conflicts will need moderate to plenty of ghee depending on the conflict they are being asked to resolve. Why the heck do you think ancient temples in India are so expensive to run if they are to fulfill their role of enlightened healing to a people who come from so many different castes, creeds, languages and cultures!
I have already outlined the role of ISKCon from 2002 onwards in our lives. I have barely scratched the surface of their role in deliberately misleading minds about the most crucial idea in Hinduism and that is this: A good Hindu does not shirk from seeking knowledge even if doing so upsets the social, religious or political sensibilities. There is no need to visit temples, there is no need to read the scriptures, there is not even any need to maintain dietary restrictions. But the one thing you must not do is deliberately seek to remain ignorant, or intentionally obstruct your mind from seeking the truth by taking refuge in mystical pronouncements. This applies even more to those who prevent others from seeking knowledge, with the excuse that it goes against some revered tradition, religious or otherwise. Here’s some more information along these lines.
RECURRING HIGH FEVERS, DIZZINESS EVEN WHEN LYING PRONE – WOULD HOLD ON TO BED FRAME TO AVOID SENSATION OF FALLING.
HIGH FEVERS RECUR ONCE A YEAR AT LEAST – FAMILY DOCTOR* PRESCRIBES POWERFUL DOSE TO KILL IT QUICKLY, VIZ., KNOCK-OUT PUNCH, FOLLOWED BY A WEEK TO TWO WEEKS OF RECOVERY. *AT THIS TIME THE DOCTOR BELONGED TO AN OBSCURE VAISHNAVITE SECT CALLED SWAMINARAYAN – I RECALL A BLACK ‘N’ WHITE PHOTO HUNG OVER THE INNER DOORWAY TO THE CLINIC – AND LIVED WITH HER WIDOWED MOTHER, IN FEALTY TO A LOVER MARRIED TO ANOTHER WOMAN IN OBEDIENCE TO CLAN PRESSURES.
HIGH FEVERS WITH RASHES CONTINUE; SKETCHED THE FILM ACTRESS PUBLISHED WITH BLOG POST TITLED, “AYN RAND’S ROMANTIC MANIFESTO: INSTALLMENT 7″.
1973 THROUGH 1976 –
RECURRING HIGH FEVERS, WITH SEVERE RASHES AND INFLAMMATION; REMEMBER ONE TRIP TO FAMILY DOCTOR’S PLACE OF BUSINESS AND HAVING TO WAIT AN HOUR WHILE PATIENTS LINGERED TO GOSSIP, EVEN AFTER BEING TREATED, ONE OR TWO CUTTING IN AHEAD AND WATCHING MY NORMALLY EASY-GOING MOM GETTING ANGRIER AS MY FEVER KEPT RAGING HIGHER AND I GOT DIZZIER. I HAD TO LIE DOWN ON THE BENCH, TAKING UP MORE ROOM THAN NECESSARY AND THUS PREVENT OTHER PATIENTS FROM PLACES TO SIT AND WAIT THEIR TURN.
TONSILS REMOVED TO PREVENT FREQUENT TONSILITIS RECURRENCES. FEVERS DID RECUR LESS FREQUENTLY, ALTHOUGH FAMILY DOCTOR DIDN’T THINK REMOVING TONSILS WAS A GOOD IDEA; DRAWING CLASS ASSIGNMENT ON BOUGAINVILLEA FEATURED IN BLOG POST, THAT HIDDEN SKETCH, COMPLETED.
SKETCHED THE PITEOUS DAMSEL FEATURED IN BLOG POST, THAT HIDDEN SKETCH.
1979 / 1982 –
I BUILD UPON MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL GAINS OF MY TORTURED PAST, A PAST THAT INCLUDED BEING SEXUALLY ABUSED AS A CHILD LET ME REMIND YOU, TO LAY THE FOUNDATIONS OF MY FUTURE.
LOTS OF READING, LOTS OF SKETCHING. SOURCES INCLUDE BOOKS, MAGAZINES AND NEWSPAPERS AT HOME AND IN CONSULATE LIBRARIES IN DOWNTOWN WHEN I LEARNED HOW TO GET THERE MYSELF.
WHO TAUGHT ME? MY FATHER DID! WE SAT BY THE WINDOW ALL THE WAY TO CHURCHGATE STATION ON SUNDAY. MY CRICKET LOVING BROTHER WAS WITH ME AND HE HELPED ME TO NOTICE WHEN A STATION ARRIVED, IF HE SAW ME GET DISTRACTED BY NEW PEOPLE AND PLACES I SAW. FATHER MADE ME RECORD EVERY STATION AS IT PASSED SO I COULD LEARN THEM BY ROTE. AND TELL WHERE I WAS AT EVERY MOMENT. GOT TO KEEP THE GIRL FREE AND SAFE, YOU KNOW! SHE WAS HIS ONLY TIE WITH HIS OWN MOTHER!
LOTS OF LISTENING TO WESTERN MUSIC, BEGINNING WITH SONGS POPULAR LOCALLY, AND THEN MOVING ON TO SHORT WAVE RADIO STATIONS FROM ABROAD, SUCH AS THE UK, AUSTRALIA, THE US, AND SWEDEN. THE LAST WAS FAINT, ONLY HEARD FOR HALF AN HOUR, DEEP IN THE NIGHT AROUND 2 AM OR SO. LEARNED TO LOVE ABBA THEN. THAT ENDED WHEN I DISCOVERED THE WEEKLY MUSIC CHARTS. THEN LIKE ALL TEENAGERS I TOO GOT INTO KEEPING TRACK OF WHO WAS WHERE IN THE PECKING ORDER.
NO TIME TO SLEEP! THERE WAS WORK TO BE DONE! MY FUTURE LAY IN MY HANDS! COULDN’T LET THAT GO TO WASTE OUT OF FEAR OR COWARDICE! EVEN WHEN I HEARD MUSIC THAT MY BOLLYWOOD TUNED EARS DISLIKED! I TOOK IT AS A SIGN THAT I NEEDED TO LEARN NEW TYPES OF MUSIC, EVEN IF THEY SOUNDED LIKE SCREAMING OR CRYING OR WHATEVER. THIS IS MY PRESENT. LET’S LIVE IN IT! BESIDES MY CULTURE HADN’T EXACTLY BEEN NURTURING SO FAR, HAD IT? OUTDATED KNOWLEDGE! OUTMODED HABITS! LOTS OF POWER STRUGGLES AND PLAIN EVIL!
1982 / 1983 –
WENT TO FAMILY DOCTOR LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO HELP ME STAY AWAKE TO FINISH ONE OF THE MANY ARCHITECTURAL STUDENT ASSIGNMENTS. SHE REFUSED WHICH WAS EXCELLENT AND STRONGLY RECOMMENDED THAT I QUIT THE PROGRAM. APPARENTLY HER YOUNGER SISTER HAD STUDIED ARCHITECTURE BEFORE MARRYING SOME INDIAN IN THE US (New Jersey) WHO HAD SUFFERED SLEEPLESS NIGHTS COMPLETING ASSIGNMENTS IN COLLEGE. IT WOULD BE DELETERIOUS TO MY HEALTH :)
THIS AFTER SEEING ME SUFFER THROUGH NUMEROUS HIGH FEVERS WITHOUT BATTING AN EYELASH! IT SEEMS TO ME THAT BEING AN ADULT INVOLVES TAKING RISKS AND TESTING AND DEVELOPING ONE’S JUDGMENT, WHILE A CHILD STILL NEEDS TO SEE SOME EVIDENCE OF FAIR PLAY AND JUSTICE.
I WISH SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN THERE TO OFFER ME A CAB RIDE A YEAR LATER, WHEN MY ARCHITECTURE SCHOOL SWAMI NARAYAN FOLLOWING GIRLFRIEND AND I WERE TRAPPED AT CHURCHGATE STATION BECAUSE THE BOMBAY POLICE DECIDED TO RIOT THROUGHOUT TOWN PROTESTING AGAINST THEIR INHUMAN LIVING AND PAY CONDITIONS. (ALL TRUE BY THE WAY, WE WERE ASKED TO DESIGN SOMETHING ECONOMICAL FOR THE HAVALDARS, THE BEAT COPS (FOR YOU LONDONERS) AS ONE OF OUR DESIGN PROJECTS THAT FIRST YEAR.) THEY BELONGED TO THE SAME RELIGIOUS COMMUNITY, DIDN’T THEY?
SHE AND I STARTED OUT ALONG THE RAILROAD TRACKS. I KNEW THAT LED STRAIGHT HOME. MY FAMILY TAUGHT ME THAT. SO WE SET OUT. SOMEWHERE AROUND THE OPERA HOUSE AREA SHE BEGINS TO CHAT WITH SOME YOUNG PARSI BOYS. I KEEP MY DISTANCE FROM THEM. SHE STARTS FLIRTING WITH THEM. THEN THESE BOYS TRY TO PERSUADE US TO LEAVE THE TRACKS. I DESIST, BUT SHE TAKES THEIR SIDE IN THEIR PLAUSIBLE ARGUMENT THAT THE RIOTS HAD NOT EFFECTED THEIR AREA, A POSH PEDDAR ROAD – NAPEANSEA AREA WHERE BOMBAY WEALTHIES HANG OUT!!! I DIDN’T RELISH WALKING ALONE ALONG THE TRACKS. I HAD MY OWN PAWING EXPERIENCES WALKING ALONG THEM DURING DAYLIGHT IN MY FAR NORTHERN SUBURB, AT LEAST AN HOUR BY LOCAL TRAIN. WHO KNOWS WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN AT NIGHT TIME!!!
SO WE WALK HALF WAY ACROSS TOWN IN A WESTERLY DIRECTION, WHAT DO WE FIND, PRECIOUS-ES? BURNING CARS, PEOPLE RUNNING AROUND, BURNING BUSES, RANDOM HOODLUMS WITH BATONS IN THE DISTANCE TO UNDERLINE THAT THE DANGER HADN’T YET ENDED. IT WAS DARK BY NOW. SOME STREET LIGHTS BURNED BRAVELY. THE REST WERE BROKEN. NO CABS THAT STOPPED FOR US! A FEW STOREFRONTS WERE BROKEN. SO WE FOLLOWED THESE PARSI BOYS WHO CLAIMED THEY KNEW THEIR WAY AROUND THEIR OWN NEIGHBORHOOD. WE TWO GIRLS HAD NO CLUE. I START GETTING MAD AT MY SWAMI NARAYAN GIRLFRIEND!!!!! I TELL HER LET’S TURN BACK, WE KNOW WHERE A STATION IS. WE CAN HANG OUT THERE. THERE’LL BE OTHER COMMUTERS LIKE US THERE. BUT SHE CONTINUED TO FOLLOW THE BOYS. I WAS SURPRISED AT HER. WHEN I HAD STAYED OVERNIGHT AT HER PLACE SHE HAD TRIED TO CONVERT ME TO HER FLAVOR OF HINDUISM, MORE TRUE THAN THE REST OF US. AS DID HER ARTIST FATHER THE NEXT MORNING AT BREAKFAST. THANKFULLY HER MOM, RESIGNED TO HER HUSBAND’S 24-7 SALESMAN TACTICS AND HER WISER OLDER SISTER LEFT ME ALONE. ANYWAY, HERE WAS MY ARCHITECTURE SCHOOL GIRLFRIEND WHO KNEW AND PRACTICED BHARAT NATYAM BEAUTIFULLY*, FOLLOWING STRANGE BOYS SHE HAD NEVER MET EVEN AS WE KEPT SEEING MORE AND MORE DESTRUCTION AROUND US.
EVENTUALLY WE FOUND A CAB THAT WOULD GO IN A NORTHERLY DIRECTION. SO WE SET OFF. THE BOYS OFFERED TO PAY. WE HAD NO CASH. I LOOKED AT MY RELIGIOUS GIRLFRIEND RESIGNEDLY – THIS WAS A TRANSACTION. DID SHE REALIZE IT? NOPE SHE DIDN’T! SHE AGREED WITH A SMILE. …..
WANT TO KNOW WHAT ELSE HAPPENS WHEN YOU FOLLOW AROUND EVANGELICAL TYPES IN THE US AND IN INDIA?
COME BACK IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS! I MIGHT FEEL GENEROUS ENOUGH THEN TO ENLIGHEN YOU ALL SOME MORE …
MEANWHILE CONTINUE TO FOLLOW THE HARE KRISHNAS, THE SWAMI NARAYANS AND OTHER BRAND OF EVANGELICALS FROM ABROAD. THE ONES HERE IN TEXAS ARE EVEN MORE DANGEROUS! WHY? BECAUSE THEY ARE FAST LEARNERS. THEY ALREADY KNOW ALL THIS AND ARE USING IT TO SCARE YOU ALL INTO NOT PURSUING PRACTICAL EDUCATION IN SOMETHING USEFUL BESIDES RELIGIOUS AND SECULAR ACTIVISM, DEBATING AND BASKET WEAVING!!!!
*THE PAKISTANI IS BACK HERE IN DALLAS – OLDER, SUCCESSFUL, IN BIG PHARMA, SHE MOVED HERE SOMETIME IN NOVEMBER 2014. SHE NOW VEERS BETWEEN INSULTING MY HUSBAND AND BEING FRIGHTENED OF HIM, HATES PUTTING ON HER SEAT BELT AS A PASSENGER BECAUSE ITS HURTS HER ‘INDIAN’ PRIDE. SHE’S BEGUN TO CALL HERSELF AN INDIAN AFTER WORKING THERE FOR FOUR YEARS. I AGREED TO REKINDLE OUR FRIENDSHIP THINKING TO MAKE HER FEEL WELCOME TO DALLAS, BUT BEING WITH HER HAS BEEN PROVING TO BE DANGEROUS TO MY LIFE IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE.