Tuesday, June 29, 2004

My FAMILY

My father taught me love, just imagine having to wake up day after day at 4.30 in the morning and pray for almost 2 and a half hours, then provide for the family without a word (well most of the times), Just who do you think he prays for day after day after day?

My Mother, well that says it all, doesn’t it? She’s the best………


Actually if you see what my family really means

F ather
A nd
M other
I
L ove
Y ou

My brother taught me the power of giving selflessly, now that’s the biggest joy I’ve found till now in my life. Thanks dear friend…..

Now if there was a way that I could add my brother into the above spelling.

It doesn’t matter anyway I love them all the same.

Saturday, June 26, 2004

My Religion

I learnt about

Love from Christianity
Brotherhood from Islam
Tolerance from Hinduism
Simplicity from Buddhism
Culture from Judaism


But the simplest explanation for any religion is
"When I do Good,I feel Good:When I do Bad,I feel Bad"

The way I feel is my heaven or hell
So,I'm Gonna keep on doing good

That my dear friend is my Religion.


Hey please dont start calling it "Rishism"

Friday, June 25, 2004

Tourist guide to India

This guide has been hand-crafted from the finest electrons for your reading pleasure. "Why?" you ask? Er... supply grumble mumble demand. So here is the guide to my country, India. India is known by various names, ranging from The Jewel In The Crown to The Land of Snake Charmers. However, most Indians would be surprised to hear either of these things, because they consider India as being the place in which they live, and which fits neither of these descriptions at all.
A famous guy whose name is not important (chiefly because I cannot remember it) once said in a weak moment, "Everything that you hear about India is true. The opposite is also true." What an idiot... Anyway, this probably may go a long way towards explaining why tourists in India (that includes YOU, stupid) usually feel like they do not know whether to laugh or to cry. Especially when the natives keep laughing at you most of the time.
Location
Unless it moved recently, India is located on the southern edge of Asia, which is rather neat because we are right next to the Indian Ocean too. Would have confused people otherwise, I mean, imagine finding the Indian ocean there and seeing India somewhere on the other side of the world. Well, luckily for mapmakers, that isn't the case unlike for instance, _a_certain_European_colonial_power_ whom_we_shall_not_identify_by_name, who is not located anywhere near French Samoa.
How to get there
Getting there is half the fun, especially if you fly Air India (A.I.), the national airline. The domestic airline is Indian Airlines (I.A.), which is rather clever because we can re-use the same letters in the acronym. We heard recently that having picked up some knowledge about other alphabets, practically everyone and his brother is now starting up local airlines, such as Vayudoot, Damania and Megalomania.
The conventional way to enter the country is through one of the inter- national airports, which are in Bombay, New Delhi, Calcutta and Madras. Most people who land there are headed somewhere else in India, which might make you wonder why the airports were set up there in the first place, but that's the way it is, and remember that you are just a measly tourist and who the heck are you to tell us where to put our airports anyway? And oh yeah, I was asked to welcome you, even if I thought you were a poor, sad excuse for a human as long as you were fool enough to give us your money. So, Welcome to India.
For the more adventurous minded tourist, there are other ways of entering the country, such as first going to Pakistan and crossing the border into Kashmir. Should you choose this route, the Pakistani government provides you (at no extra charge) with the latest in US Army surplus AK-47s as an incentive. (Offer good till supplies last. The Government of Pakistan reserves the right to substitute other weaponry without prior notice.) While this means you can get an all- expenses-paid to the Kashmir Valley, the catch is that it is very difficult to get travel insurance on this trip. Something to do with getting killed or something. I dunno.
You can choose to travel to Bangladesh first, which also provides free infiltration services, particularly into the Northeastern parts of India, but I hear that tourism is difficult in those regions. The natives in Northeastern India don't speak English anymore, since they have discovered that assault rifles are a more lucid way of getting the point across to dumb heads illegally crossing over the border from Bangladesh. Besides, this way they don't have to worry about dangling participles and split infinitives, always a problem when you try to communicate in English. They are reported to ask questions later, a point which is of little comfort to anyone who's been shot first. Besides, you would first have to go to Bangladesh, and who wants to do that.
Finally, you could take the boat ride from Sri Lanka to India, but the catch is that you won't be able to see much of India because you will be sent back on the next boat to Sri Lanka. Not much of India you can see in an afternoon.
Indian hospitality
Foreign tourists are welcome in most parts of India, and are referred to as "gora firangi", which is Indian for "fat-assed foreign bastard with diarrhea and way too much money". Where does the diarrhea come into the picture? Well I'd rather not go into the details, you know well enough where it does. If you want to know where you got it from, I would say the water, or the food, or the air. Of course the real reason is that you are a wimpy foreigner whose stomach isn't strong enough to take care of itself, and we are just too damn polite to say so to your face. The least you could do is to quit whining. Thank you.
People
First of all, there are a lot of them. Get used to it. There are so many of them that India's primary contribution to the sociological spectrum is the mob. They come in various shapes and sizes, primarily in two sexes (stop sniggering, sex in this context means gender), and range from fair to dark. Most people of marriageable age can be identified easily because they turn a distinctive color best described as "wheatish complexioned".
Indian names are difficult to pronounce, which is why most Indian kids have nicknames like Papoo, Putta, Munna, Chintoo, Babloo, and Sonu. If you forget someone's name, I would advise you against referring to him as Whatsisname, simply because there may be some guy within earshot called Chandragupta Harshavardhana Whatsisname and he may think you are talking about him. If you have to, at least say Mr. Whatsisname, and pray that there isn't a woman around called Mrs. Whatsisname. Better still, keep your big mouth shut, but this may be impossible to do if you are an American tourist.
Among the millions of unknown and unimportant Indians are some well-known and unimportant ones, such as:
Amitabh Bachchan - Tall actor and alleged philanderer
Rajesh Khanna - alleged actor and wife-deserter
Dimple Kapadia - alleged actress and deserted-wife
Pooja Bedi - bimbo
Sunjay Dutt - alleged actor II and suspected terrorist
N. T. Ramarao - alleged regional actor and skilled cross-dresser
Ravi Shankar - sitar player who prefers to live in America
Zakir Hussain - hairy tabla player who prefers to live in California
Rajiv Gandhi - corrupt ex-Prime Minister I, Dead. Resting in Pieces.
V. P. Singh - crooked ex-Prime Minister II, Brain Dead.
Laloo Prasad Yadav-A CM who can feed 2 tonnes of fodder to 1 buffalo
J.Jayalalitha-Lady who can drink up any amount of cauvery water that the neighboring state releases
This list has only included a few people. There are about 1 Billion more, so your chance of meeting any of the above in India is pretty slim. Still, we gave you a little background on them; just in case you ran across one of them so you wouldn't look like a darned fool. Probably too late for that, but at least now it won't be our fault.
Places
There are thousands of places you could go to in India, and some of them are even interesting to go to.
The Taj Mahal: This is well known around the world as one of the most hyper-hyped tourist places of all time. Most foreign tourists seem to think that it is a mosque, but they are wrong (bloody typical, isn't it!). It is a tomb, built to bury a queen. After she died of course, they weren't barbarians or anything. Her husband thought it would be a cool idea to have a massive erection for his dead wife, which is pretty perverted, if you ask me. I mean, the old bag was dead, for chrissakes. Anyway, different strokes for different folks.
The Red Fort: Well, it is a fort, and um... it is kind of red, but I guess you expected that anyway. It is located in Old Delhi, to which I guess you can go from New Delhi by doing some nifty time-travel. Heh heh, no actually that's just a joke and you are supposed to laugh now. Thanks. You don't need a time machine; you can just take a taxi.
Corbett National Park: Basically a jungle, but we figure you would pay good money to go stay there (and get out of our hair for a while) if we told you that you could see some tigers there. Kind of ironic, since Corbett was known for killing tigers. Sort of like starting up a chain of Kosher Deli's named after that Hitler bloke. Or Rename McDonald’s after Osama Bin Laden
Kashmir: Snow-capped mountains, serene lakes, quaint ageless -------- traditions, and beautiful valleys which are filled with the sounds of staccato gunfire. Stroll through centuries old marketplaces, touch lovingly handcrafted local ware, and witness a real-life kidnapping by local terrorists, or get caught in an exciting cross-fire between the army and the terrorists. Look up at the clear blue skies at just the right moment (timing is everything) and you may see a rocket bomb arcing gracefully through the air. Unparalleled scenic beauty and violent armed civil unrest, a combination you would be hard pressed to find elsewhere in the world.
Rajasthan: Desert, mostly, but the kings built palaces there with--- a keen eye on the twentieth century tourist industry. They also have an annual camel-trading show, where a lot of tourists like to get into the way of local camel traders trying to run their business. Still, if sand turns you on, you'll find plenty of it here.
Other Stuff:
Not to be outdone, there are hundreds of places with really no inherent tourist appeal, which would love to have you visit them and support the local skin-the-tourist industry.
Languages
English is spoken widely, but understood somewhat less widely. Exceptions are regions such as Assam (see above) and Kashmir, where the locals, presumably disenchanted with the peculiarities of English grammar, have made creative use of alternative ways to express themselves.
Sometimes you may come across signs, which seem to be English, but make no sense anyway... Such as: "Xerox photocopy done in Telugu, Kannada and English." or:
"Limca - The zero bacteria drink"
There are several hundred local languages, none of which you have any hope of understanding, so let us just forget that for now.

Politics
India follows a parliamentary democratic form of government, in which the people get together every five years and decide which party they hate the least, and this party gets to rule until the people find a party they hate even less. In this respect, India is just like any other democracy. The losing party usually vanishes, breaks up, merges with the winning party, figures out which ideology would get them the most votes and reconvenes with a different name in time for the next election.
Sports
The most popular sport is cricket, which the Indians picked up from the British. The Pommie bastards have been looking for it ever since, with little success, heh heh. There are several versions, such as "tennis ball cricket", "street cricket", "half pitch cricket", "one day cricket" and "that's not cricket". The fundamental rules are common across these various forms.
· There are two sides, one out in the field and one in. - Each man that's in the side that's in goes out and when he's out he comes back in and the next man goes in, (that is out) until he's out at which point he comes in. - When all the men in the side that's in are out, the side that's out comes in and the side that's been in goes out and tries to get those coming in out. - Sometimes you get men still in and not out! When both sides have been in and out including the not outs, that's the end of the game. Unless the game is washed out, in which case no one gets to go in, but everyone stays inside and no one gets out. - The bowling takes place in overs, in which the bowler can hurl the ball as fast as he can at the wicket to get the batsman out, and the batsman who is in tries to hit the ball as hard as he can. They seem to enjoy this sort of thing, though no one knows how the ball feels about it all. - An over lasts six balls, after which the over is over, unless it is Australian, when there are two more balls before the over is really over.
· Each match takes five days. It takes this long because they need time to figure out who is in, i.e. out, and who is out, i.e. in, and who is not out, but not yet in. There are one-day matches, which oddly are usually played at night these days (which may make you wonder why they don't call them one-night matches), in which everyone is in a hurry to get in and stay out.

Hockey, basketball and soccer also claim that they are popular, but only among the people who play them. These people like these sports when there is no cricket to watch.

Thursday, June 24, 2004

College Admission Essay

See I was searching through my college stuff yesterday(one of those nostalgic moments)and i saw a photocopy of my college admission questionnaire:The main reason why the college gave me admission,according to me is the answer given by me to the following question.go through it and tell me honestly wouldnt you make me the teachers pet???

Question 12:Are there any significant experiences you have had, or accomplishments you have realized, that have helped to define you as a person?

I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling Mount Everest and Kanchenjunga;
I helped Vishweshwaraiah build the KRS dam during my lunch break making it more efficient in the area of heat retention. I teach Hindi bad words to Thai refugees, I wrote “Geetanjali” and gave it to Rabindranath Tagore for proof reading and you know what happened! Don’t you?

I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, I cook 2 minute maggi noodles in 1 minute, I’m an expert in figure skating and javelin throwing but for some reason I’m in the most wanted list in IRAQ. Using only an axe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in Cheerapunji from a horde of ferocious army ants, and the USA has sent out satellites searching for me with “kill at site” orders.

I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges and Flyovers in Bangalore. I enjoy hang gliding on my rooftop. On Wednesdays, after work, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.

I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of fashion wear made from torn Bermudas and Reebok shorts.
I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I’ve been the caller number 8 for Channel V Hotline and MTV Repeat but Cyrus thinks I’m making a bakra out of him.
I toured Andhra pradesh with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration and I scored 700 runs in partnership with Sachin tendulkar but he forgot because he was only 6 months at that time, poor thing!!! My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children hate me.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire kitchen that afternoon. I know the exact location of every proctologist in the city. I have performed several covert operations for the CBI.I'm Lalloo's favourite auditor and I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. Once when on vacation in Kandahar I successfully negotiated the release of all passengers taken hostage by terrorists. The laws of physics do not apply to me.
I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and I can knit 33 sweaters (XXL size) in 1 day. On weekends, to let off steam I participate in sleeping contest with my dead cat. I've acted in many superhit movies but in all of them i had to disguise myself as Shahrukh Khan.Years ago, I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I can cook meals for a full congregation of 200 people using coriander leaves and cumin seeds. I breed prizewinning cows. I have won bull races in Madurai, Cliff Jumping competition in Madhyapradesh and "Kozhikode" pronouncing contest in Chandigarh. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Mahatma Gandhi.
But I have not yet gone to college.Please give me the admission,I can make you people famous.

Tuesday, June 22, 2004

if I were in Bihar my essay on cow would be

"The cow is a successful animal. Also he is quadrupud, and because he is female, he give milk, but will do so when he is got child. He is same like God, sacred to Hindus and useful to man. But he has got four legs together. Two are forward and two are afterwards.

"His whole body can be utilised for use. More so the milk. What can it do? Various ghee, butter, cream, curd, why and the condensed milk and so forth. Also he is useful to cobbler, watermans and mankind generally.

"His motion is slow only because he is of asitudinious species. Also his other motion is much useful to trees, plants as well as making flat cakes in hand and drying in the sun. Cow is the only animal that extricates his feeding after eating. Then afterwards she chew with his teeth whom are situated in the inside of the mouth. He is incessantly in the meadows in the grass.

"His only attacking and defending organ is the horn, specially so when he is got child. This is done by knowing his head whereby he causes the weapons to be paralleled to the ground of the earth and instantly proceed with great velocity forwards.

"He has got tails also, but not like similar animals. It has hairs on the other end of the other side. This is done to frighten away the flies which alight on his back body whereupon he gives hit with it.

The palms of his feet are soft unto the touch. So the grasses head is not crushed. At night time have poses by looking down on the ground and he shouts his eyes like his relatives, the horse does not do so.

"This is the cow."



Monday, June 21, 2004

round way other

The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends.
I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time.
What do you get at the end of it? A death.
What's that, a bonus?
I think the life cycle is all backwards.
You should die first, get it out of the way.
Then you live in an old age home.
You get kicked out when you're too young,
you get a gold watch, you go to work.
You work forty years until you're young
enough to enjoy your retirement.
You do drugs, alcohol, you party,
you get ready for high school.
You go to grade school,
you become a kid, you play,
you have no responsibilities,
you become a little baby,
you go back into the womb,
you spend your last nine months floating...
you finish off as an orgasm!
wat say u guys?

Epitaph

At Last "THE CRITIC" who actually did something

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

smile

It's Easy enough to be pleasant
When the life flows like a song
But the man worthwhile
Is the one who'll smile
When everything goes wrong

For the test of the heart is trouble
and it always comes with tears
And the smile that is worth
the price of Earth
Is the smile that comes through
TEARS

Saturday, June 05, 2004

Just Do It

have you ever felt like
chasing the clouds?
dancing in the rain?
playing with your kids?
spending time watching the sun go down with your loved ones,
just sitting there for the sheer sense of life around you......


Now Go Out And Do It.........................


I'm Going To Do The Same Too.................

Let's Meet When I'm Done Enjoying My Self....

Rishi

My Baby Brother.

I just mentioned to my colleague that i was born intelligent and then education ruined me!!!!! But noo she would'nt believe me so i've decided to publish an excerpt from my diary when i was 1 year old some time in the 7o's on November 1st,the day when my brother was born.

Excerpts from Rishi's Diary

November 1st........


"Ba Ba illi(come here) Papa nodu….thamma papa…..Look at the baby he’s ur brother!"
I have yet to understand why my dad has to resort to such childish phrases whenever he talks to me. Perhaps I should get him a dictionary. But not now, since I actually want to see what all the fuss is about. I allow him to lift me up to the level of the hospital maternity ward bed. Then I see him.
"Wow! he's OLD!"
My dad is very pleased. Till he notices the object of my attentions.
"No silly, that's the Doctor."
"Oh."
I redirect my gaze to a spidery form of flesh next to my mom in a cot. This, I am repeatedly informed, is my little brother. My kith and kin. My flesh and blood. My cue to stay vegetarian.
"Isn't he great?"
My dad is quite excited. This however does not seem to be a hereditary characteristic. Unless excitement shares the same genes as shock. Hope my medical insurance covers psychiatric treatment for trauma.
"You looked just like that, you know."
My father's mind is occupied with memories. Mine is occupied with more forward-looking thoughts, like how much it costs to begin litigation for slander. Is that creature --- the baby this time --- even human? Legs: two --- check. Arms: two --- check. Fingers: it's hiding them --- question mark. Feathers: none --- check. Scales: none --- check. Or maybe scales grow later. Whatever. I'll assume it's human.
"How do you know it's a boy, dad?"
I should remember to ask this question more often. For Dad is dragging me to the neighborhood shop, asking me if I want chocolate or ice-cream. All thoughts of ugly brothers vanish with the bribe.
Till a couple of days later. Grandma has organized a huge feast in honour of the new arrival. Funny, I don't remember any such event for me. I ask mum about it. She laughs and says I was too young to remember.
Too young --- again! I'm always too young --- too young to play cricket on the road, to play with the neighborhood mad dog, to vote ... I bet I'll always be too young. And suddenly I'll find myself like grandma over there in the corner, too old for anything bar sleeping and staying at home.
I turn from her ancient silent form to its opposite --- the baby. My dad and a friend are peering into his crib. Now I know adults are crazy, but they surpass even their own high standards when babies are around. I certainly did not know that words like 'eeeeeeeeiiiiiiiii cheeeeee kalla ' and 'ga-ga-ga' had made it into Chambers. But grown-ups apparently know no other phrases when talking to babies. No wonder this mite is yelling the house down. I consider doing something sane, like discussing baby politics with him. Yes. He'd like that.
But before I get to the cot, a herd of rampaging aunties charges in.
"Oh look, he's got his father's eyes~"
"And his mother's nose."
"And his grandmother’s ears"
Unless something drastic has happened in the last twenty-three minutes since I last saw the nameless one, the only thing clear about him is that he's got a Gumma's voice. And in any case, his eyes are constantly shut, his nose is quite flat and ears are hidden with a stupid woollen cap. These aunties must have powers beyond those of mere mortals.
I watch them in horrified fascination. Then amusement. Then disappointment when none of them mention that he's got his brother's hairs or right eyebrow.
A tap on my shoulder whirls me around. It's sunil. In other words it's our neighbours kid. he's bored. I'm bored. We click. We go outside to discuss world affairs. Our world, mind you.
"So did the stork come and leave him?"
"Don't be silly. That's only in cartoons."
"I don't believe you."
"Okay then. he couldn't have come by stork because their trade union is on strike. Something about having to deliver too many crying babies."
I leave it unsaid that sunil was probably one of them. The dig makes him believe me. They say he's a pessimist, which I think means he still pisses in bed. I press the advantage.
"he came by post actually."
"Did you have to pay the postman??"
I am taken aback. I was expecting some sort of resistance here, not a new definition of the word 'sucker'.
"You think I ordered him?"
Suddenly a call for two little kids to come and get their chocolates reaches us. Sunil is obviously not on a diet and promptly vanishes. That's when I remember that I wasn't on a diet either.

Friday, June 04, 2004

Selfless P(LAIERS)

today is the day when i decide not to ask for favours from GOD......
Oh i'm not an athiest yet,nooooo,it does not also mean that i wont pray.What it simply means is that i wont ask God to Debit entire of bill gates amount into my bank account or make Aishwarya Rai my date or any other stuff.......Hope you get my point.

Instead I will pray more vigorously for someone else who needs my prayers,One way is I've heard selfless prayers get heard.

So what's missing here?????Me and Self less????????
No it's just my arrogance that if God wants to Debit 10 tomes of Gates earning to my account or He want to get me a date with Gisele Bundchen or Cindy Crawford,and me asking for just Gates' wealth or Aish-would that not be settling for less?????

Yes i'm an optimsist and i can be further optimistic by hoping that someone of you may pray that God has such plans for me.

Though i've actually diluted my thoughts by adding a lot of distractions throught the curvacious Gisele or the "My Fair Lady"Cindy,the thought still remains

My prayers hence forth are for Self less reasons

As selfless as asking God to Kill that annoying mosquito that happily (may I add Noisily)picnics in my ears,So that it may not annoy anyone else(just being true to my word)

Its a Mans Life

morning all losers who dont have anything but to just wake up and intently wait for my daily blog
Today I talk about a mans charecteristics with marriage as the crux of his life..........
The comments are slightly altered from the original concept.............

Pre Marriage-Superman(I Can do anything-I have the power)

Post marriage- Gentleman(or behaves like one)

Post Teen Kids- Dobermann (as in the Dog-hey he has to scream at his teen sons and other teenage boys chasing his teen daughters)

Some time after this-Silent man (some think this phase is Nirvana,I think they are plain tired of all the doberman charecteristics)

Thursday, June 03, 2004

|| when i fall you offer me a softer place to land || /LOG

|| when i fall you offer me a softer place to land || /LOG


Hmmmmm,well the comment was innocuous still appealing about my creativity(if there' anything as such) so i tried to find out who comments ...........This gal Heather in her late teens having the usual know it all at 19 banter regarding boyfriends headbutting and hairball coughing cats................Interesting american teen style blogging though....More interesting is Heather is a vet(or would be vet I understand), Vigorously pursued by some Loser's (Studies in the Varsity)mom...... Must be good looking Heather.
Kudos For your Vet Dreams (Pun Un intended)

Gary Writes

Meaaaaooow All.
This blog is dedicated to my cat Garfield or Gary as i used to call him.This cute cat blessed my family with his presence for 10 months or so.When he left my house for mousier places I found his diary wherein he had left a note for future felines to adorn my family about Do's and Dont's
For all you cats that may come to my house Please read this advice given to you by Garfield and treat us like your Slaves.
Hail All Cats

Excerpts from Gary's Notes

1. Introduction: Why Do We Need Humans? So you've decided to get yourself a human being. In doing so, you've joined the millions of other cats who have acquired these strange and often frustrating creatures. There will be any number of times, during the course of your association with humans, when you will wonder why you have bothered to grace them with your presence.
What's so great about humans, anyway? Why not just hang around with other cats? Our greatest philosophers have struggled with this question for centuries, but the answer is actually rather simple:
THEY HAVE OPPOSABLE THUMBS.
Which makes them the perfect tools for such tasks as opening doors, getting the lids off of cat food cans, changing television stations and other activities that we, despite our other obvious advantages, find difficult to do ourselves. True, chimps, orangutans and lemurs also have opposable thumbs, but they are nowhere as easy to train.

2. How And When to Get Your Human's Attention Humans often erroneously assume that there are other, more important activities than taking care of your immediate needs, such as conducting business, spending time with their families or even sleeping.
Though this is dreadfully inconvenient, you can make this work to your advantage by pestering your human at the moment it is the busiest. It is usually so flustered that it will do whatever you want it to do, just to get you out of its hair. Not coincidentally, human teenagers follow this same practice.
Here are some tried and true methods of getting your human to do what you want:
Sitting on paper: An oldie but a goodie. If a human has paper in front of it, chances are good it's something they assume is more important than you. They will often offer you a snack to lure you away. Establish your supremacy over this wood pulp product at every opportunity. This practice also works well with computer keyboards, remote controls and small children.
Waking your human at odd hours: A cat's golden time is between 3:30 and 4:30 in the morning. If you paw at your human's sleeping face during this time, you have a better than even chance that it will get up and, in an incoherent haze, do exactly what you want. You may actually have to scratch deep sleepers to get their attention remember to vary the scratch site to keep the human from getting suspicious.

3. Punishing Your Human Being Sometimes, despite your best training efforts, your human will stubbornly resist bending to your whim. In these extreme circumstances, you may have to punish your human. Obvious punishments, such as scratching furniture or eating household plants, are likely to backfire--the unsophisticated humans are likely to misinterpret the activities and then try to discipline YOU. Instead, we offer these subtle but nonetheless effective alternatives:
Dont Use the cat box during an important Function.
Stare impassively at your human while it is attempting a Serious Discussion
Stand over an important piece of electronic equipment and feign a hairball attack.
After your human has watched a particularly disturbing horror film, stand by the hall closet and then slowly back away, hissing and yowling.
While your human is sleeping, lie on its face.

4. Rewarding Your Human: Should Your Gift Still Be Alive?
The cat world is divided over the etiquette of presenting humans with the thoughtful gift of a recently disemboweled animal. Some believe that humans prefer these gifts already dead, while others maintain that humans enjoy a slowly expiring cricket or rodent just as much as we do, given their jumpy and playful movements in picking the creatures up after they've been presented.
After much consideration of the human psyche, we recommend that cold-blooded animals (large insects, frogs, lizards, garden snakes and the occasional earthworm) should be presented dead, while warm-blooded animals (birds, rodents, your neighbor's Pomeranian) are better still living. When you see the expression on your human's face, you'll know it's worth it.

5. How Long Should You Keep Your Human? You are only obligated to your human for one of your lives. The other eight are up to you. We recommend mixing and matching, though in the end, most humans (at least the ones that are worth living with) are pretty much the same. But what do you expect? They're humans, after all. Opposable thumbs will only take you so far.

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

thank you

To those of you who have pushed me, thank you.
Without you I would have fallen.
To those of you who laughed at me, thank you.
Without you I wouldn't have cried.
To those of you who just couldn't love me, thank you.
Without you I wouldn't have known real love.
To those of you who hurt my feelings, thank you.
Without you I wouldn't have felt them.
To those of you who left me lonely, thank you.
Without you I wouldn't have discovered myself.
But it is to those of you who thought I couldn't do
it; It is you I thank the most,
Because without you I wouldn't have tried.

Rishi

wor(YU)k and Li(pppppppppffffffffffffff)fe

YOU GROW UP,YOU WORK HALF A CENTURY,GET A GOLDEN HANDSHAKE,YOU REST A COUPLE OF YEARS AND THEN YOU ARE DEAD"

Raison D'Etre?

What was that again Prof?

Success

To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent persons
and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty;
to find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better,
whether by a healthy child,
a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed easier
because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded
This is what i work for
Rishi........